#abe I miss you my sweet prince

[milkisgrossew]

I couldn't sleep so I decided to doodle Abe... which caused me to be more awake, a vicious cycle indeed

[aemondsbabe]

Little Love

summary: aegon comes to your chambers crying and needing comfort, but what happens when your husband walks in?

pairing: aemond targaryen x reader x aegon ii targaryen

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, mommy kink!! i cannot stress that enough!! astronomical amounts of titty suckin', nipple/breast play, oral (f receiving), handjob, fingering, piv, angst but happy ending, hand on throat but no choking, subby aegon, breeding kink, creampie, consensual threeway relationship, let me know if i missed any!

word count: 6k oops

a/n: header image is for aesthetics only & is not used to describe the reader! a huge huge thanks to my honorary wife & this fics adoptive mother @toms-cherry-trees 🩵 thank you for all your help with this one!!

likes, comments, & reblogs are very appreciated but never required!

🌟add yourself to my taglist to be notified when i post new fics!

“Aww,” you coo softly, eyes filled with adoration as you study the man on your lap, “Are you mommy’s precious little baby? Hm?” You brush a silvery lock of hair off of his face, trailing your thumb over the light flush across his cheeks as your other hand rubs soothingly over one of his biceps. 

Aegon hummed and nodded as best he could around your pert nipple, bright eyes lazily blinking up at you. One of your thumbs gently sweeps away tears from the corners of his eyes while you gently rock him as best you can, gazing at him with a smile. You stay quiet for a while, taking pleasure in the way he clings to you so needily, the way he’s looking at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. 

You can’t help the sigh that leaves your lips at the feel of his warm mouth around your nipple, his tongue flicking and teasing at the sensitive skin as he carefully suckles it in his mouth. “Shh,” you whisper, calming Aegon when you see another wave of tears threatening to spill from his violet eyes, “I promise there is nothing to worry yourself over, my little prince,” you tell him softly, trying to squeeze him somehow closer to you, “Just rumors, nothing more.”

You couldn’t help but feel protective of Aegon, your heart twisting as you remember the state he was in at the beginning of the evening when he had first loudly burst into your chamber. 

The fire in the hearth warmed your skin as you sat on the sofa in the small sitting area of yours and Aemond’s chambers, easily guiding the needle through the fabric of your embroidery as you hummed a song. With a sigh, you held the hoop up and tilted your head as you examined your work, nearly dropping it when you jumped at the sound of the heavy doors of your chambers crashing open. 

You jumped up, whirling around to see who could’ve possibly been disturbing you in such a manner, already glaring before you’d even turned your head. Your narrowed eyes widened however when you saw Aegon striding toward you, a pained look on his face.

“Is it true?” He had questioned, coming to a stop a little ways away from you, voice shaking even through the angry tone of his voice. 

“Is what true?” Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as you clasped your hands in front of you. 

His frown had faltered for a second, eyes already sparkling with tears as his hands clenched at his sides. “The whispers in court,” he explained, gaze flitting from you to the stone floor, “The rumors about – about you and my brother.” 

Shaking your head, you had carefully walked toward him, “My love, I am sure they are untrue,” your voice had been gentle, “I cannot even imagine what they would be ab—“ 

“That you’re pregnant!” His voice was thick with unshed tears as he spit out the words, “That you must be!” This had left you dumbfounded, unable to do anything but gawk at him, which had only served to upset him further. He had sighed heavily and fixed you with a tearful gaze, bottom lip quivering, “So it’s true?” 

“No!” You rushed out, emphatically shaking your head as you hurried to him. “My love, my sweet baby,” your fingers carded through his hair when you reached him. You had gently pulled his gaze to yours before you had cupped his cheeks, your fingers already damp from the tears streaking them, “That is nothing more than court gossip, I promise you. I swear upon the Mother, you’ve nothing to worry about.” 

The dam had finally broken as he hiccuped out a sob, his shoulders sagging. “D-Do you mean it?” He’d asked meekly, voice so small you had felt your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. 

“Oh,” you had taken his hands in yours and led him to your bed, sitting him down at the edge as his body started shaking with sobs. Sitting next to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently cupping the back of his head as he slumped against you and rested a wet cheek against your chest. “My little prince, I swear to you I do,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, rocking the two of you together, “You know Aemond and I would not do that to you.” 

His fingers had clung to your sides as he sobbed, hands bunching in the fabric of your gown. “They’re saying it’s been long enough,” he’d said mournfully, “Th-That it’s been three moons since the w-wedding and y-you must be by now.” 

You’d stroked his hair comfortingly and rested your chin on the top of his head, feeling his hot tears trail down your cleavage, “You know your brother and I would speak with you first, my love. We would not leave you out, you know how this arrangement works.”

The only answer you got was a small sniffle, his shoulders still trembling, although not nearly as badly. You had let him calm down for a moment more, rocking him against you while you hummed his favorite song. 

Eventually, he had calmed down, his shoulders steadying and his breath evening out. You had almost assumed he was asleep before you heard him whimper against your collarbone, pink lips mouthing needily at your skin. Your lips had quirked up in a smile as you had gently pulled him up, his small whine making you chuckle as you looked into his eyes.

“Do you need some time with mommy, my little love?”

Which is how you found yourself in your current position – reclined on the plush pillows of your bed with Aegon’s head in your lap, his lips eagerly suckling at your breast, not getting any real milk but the action calmed him still. You shiver slightly in the cool breeze that wafts in from the balcony, the air growing colder now that the sun has set. 

Aegon sighs contentedly, his warm breath fanning across your chest as small whimpers and whines slip past his lips. The small noises make you chuckle as you run a hand over his bare chest, “You’re my favorite little prince, do you know that?” You whisper, softly tickling his side enough to make him giggle and squirm. He smiles around your breast and nods happily, his nose digging into the fat of your breast as he presses himself more firmly against you. 

You stiffen a little at the sound of your chamber door opening once again, unable to see the entryway from the decorative screen you and your husband had placed in front of the bed. You make no move to disturb Aegon, though – bless the poor maids but there is not much they haven’t seen already. It is not a maid, however, that rounds the corner and you are instead met with the wide, surprised eye of your husband. 

After a second, the shock melts off of his face and he smirks at the sight of the two of you, his older brother still suckling away at your breast as if nothing were amiss. “My, my,” he tuts, stalking across the room to deposit the stack of books he carries onto the small breakfast table by the balcony before returning his attention to you once more, “I left my wife this morning dripping with my spend and already I return to a babe.”

“Aemond!” You hiss, frowning when you hear Aegon whimper at your chest, “Please, he is already in a state.”

“And in our chambers,” Aemond takes a seat at the table, unlacing his boots before setting them to the side, along with his leather tunic, “Normally you two reserve this… intimacy for his rooms.” His long fingers quickly untie his trousers, leaving them hanging from his slender waist as he moves about your chambers, poking the fire in the hearth back to life and tidying the papers on the writing desk. 

You soothe Aegon when he whimpers again, looking up at you with questioning, unsure eyes as a blush blooms on his cheeks. Even if his brother knows the details of your relationship with him, and even though he had walked in on him in this exact position before, he couldn’t help but feel so shy and vulnerable when he got this way. 

“Shh, my sweet,” you speak softly to the man at your breast, running your fingers through his pale hair, “Just relax, you’re okay.” Your words seem to settle him and his eyes grow droopy and half-lidded once more, a contented groan rumbling through his chest. 

“You should have seen him earlier,” you turn back to Aemond, eyes following him as he walks to your dressing table, “Poor thing came crying about court gossip.” You didn’t miss the small eye roll your husband gave at you calling his brother “poor thing” but you chose to ignore it for the time being; you didn’t love their endless taunts and teasing but they were still brothers, after all. 

“And what was the sweet babe weeping about this time?” Aemond asks, his voice dripping with derision as he takes a cloth from the small wash basin on the dressing table and quickly wipes at his neck and shoulders, droplets of water streaming down his defined frame and running into the lines and dips of the muscles on his chest, arms, and abdomen. 

Aegon growls at your chest, not missing the mockery in his brother’s tone. You try to calm him but it’s no use, he pulls off of your chest and throws Aemond a vicious look; you merely make yourself comfortable against the pillows and sigh tiredly. Gods be good, you thought, staring up at the stone ceiling as if the Seven would appear to offer their guidance; you love the two brothers more than anything else but you could do without their brotherly spats. 

“Well?” Aemond goads, his eye widening as he stares at his brother, a silent challenge.

“He feared I was pregnant,” you interject quickly, attempting to quell the coming squabble before it broke out, “Apparently the ladies of court have nothing better to do than monitor my condition.” You put an arm around Aegon as you speak, as if keeping him close to you would keep the two men from bickering. 

“You are my wife,” Aemond huffs out a sardonic laugh, a smirk playing at his lips as he wrings out the cloth and leaves it to dry on the side of the wash basin, “Why would it be of his concern if –”

Aegon growls against your breast again, letting your nipple fall from his pink lips as he fixes his brother with a glare, one that falters for half a second as you protectively tighten your hold on him. His dark eyes continue to glare at Aemond, following his every move as he comes to stand at the side of the bed, arms crossed over his chest as he studies the two of you. 

“Hush, my love,” you pet at his head and shoulders in an attempt to soothe him once more, glaring at your husband in warning, “This is nothing we need worry ourselves with tonight.” 

Aemond comes to sit next to you on the bed, giving Aegon a quick glare before he leans down and places a tender kiss to the top of your head. “You’re right,” he says into your hair, one hand coming up to cup the side of your face, “We need not trouble ourselves with it tonight.” 

Aegon huffs against your chest once more and gives his brother a final warning glance before looking up at you with a questioning gaze, pouty lips parted in an unspoken question. 

“You need some more time with mommy?” You ask him softly, grinning when he shyly nods, still so skittish of his needs around his brother. You coo and give him a nod, unable to stop the sigh that leaves you at the feel of his mouth on you once more. His tongue delicately licks at your hardened nipple before he sucks it into his mouth, still teasing it as he suckles. 

You admire him for a moment, studying the way his long lashes fan out over his cheeks once his eyes slip closed, his arms wrapped protectively around your middle as he kneels at your side. 

Finally, you turn your head to Aemond, surprised to see his eye trained on his brother, watching as he nurses at your breast. “Husband?” You ask tentatively; your relationship with both brothers was not a secret, at least not between the three of you, but even still, you rarely had them at the same time. 

His eye finally meets yours and he smiles, cuddling you closer, which earns a small whine from Aegon as he’s forced to move a fraction of an inch with you. “You needn’t worry so much,” he keeps his voice soft as he speaks, trailing kisses down your temple and cheek, “I’m merely thinking.” 

“About?”

“Putting a babe in you,” he all but growls into your ear before kissing the delicate skin just below it. “Seeing you grow with my child,” he continues, one hand skimming up your arm before he cups your unoccupied breast, long fingers kneading it gently before they pinch at your nipple, “Watching as these swell with your sweet milk.”

A shiver rolls through you at the thought, and at the salacious groan that vibrates from Aegon’s mouth. Your husband smirks at your reaction, watching proudly as your eyes become cloudy and unfocused. 

“Do you like that?” Aemond asks against the column of your throat as his lips and teeth and tongue work against your skin, sucking marks into the flesh, “Like the thought of my seed filling you up, finally taking root?” 

You hardly register Aegon’s whine, eyes squeezed shut as you feel your husband pressing himself to you, lips pressing against any bit of your skin he can reach, chuckling softly at how easy it is to work his brother up. “Wouldn’t that be something, brother?” Aemond questions sarcastically, his eye glimmering mischievously, “Wouldn’t she be so beautiful with my babe in her?”

The older brother grumbles something against you before redoubling his efforts, making you gasp as he begins suckling at you harshly, nose twitching in annoyance. You calm him as best you can, a shaky hand coming up and carding delicately through his hair – Aemond’s ministrations making it hard to concentrate. 

“You’ll be such a good mother, sweetling,” Aemond says lowly, kissing his way down your stomach as he moves to kneel between your thighs, “So perfect and sweet and caring.” He continues, punctuating each word with a kiss against your abdomen, his long hair tickling the skin of your thighs. 

“Aemond,” you pant softly, back arching as Aegon’s teeth just barely graze against your sensitive nipple, “Please!” You beg, though whether it’s to get him to stop taunting his brother or carry on with you, you cannot say. 

“Shh,” he presses wet kisses against one of your thighs, lips trailing slowly up to where you want him most before he tilts his head and begins kissing up the other thigh as well, his pace torturously slow, “I always give you what you want, do I not?”

A loud, uncontained moan tears itself from your throat as Aemond presses a kiss against your folds, groaning into your heat as he tastes you. “Gods, you’re dripping,” he growls into your cunt, practically making out with your center as his hands come to rest on the tops of your thighs, holding you in place, “Did your babe not care for you at all?”

At this, Aegon pauses, whining against your breast as he lifts his head, thin tendrils of drool connecting his shining lips to your hardened nipple. The feeling of his mouth lifting off of you has you finally opening your eyes, only to be met with his wide, uncertain eyes.

“Mommy?” His voice is so small, so terribly worried at the thought that he may have disappointed you somehow. 

“Oh, sweet prince,” you whisper, voice catching in your throat as you gasp at the feel of Aemond sucking your aching pearl into his mouth, worrying the sensitive skin between his lips. Your brows furrow with concentration as your eyes meet Aegon’s, your hands gently cupping his cheeks, “Don’t worry yourself,” you have to pause again as a curse slips past your lips, “You’re my perfect little baby, you could never disappoint me.” 

You finally manage to pant out your reassurances, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head at the feel of Aemond’s hot tongue licking into your center, his nose pressed firmly against your bud as he fucks you on the long muscle, groaning into your slick folds as he savors your sweet taste. You stare desperately into Aegon’s dark eyes, back arching as your husband feasts on your cunt with practiced ease, the slick, squelching sounds of him licking into you and suckling at your pearl making you mewl and blush. 

“You’re so beautiful, mommy,” Aegon murmurs softly, violet eyes staring at you with rapture, as if he’s trying to absorb the pleasure radiating from you, “So pretty.” He breathes finally and leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips, whimpering when he feels your tongue press into his mouth. 

The men hold you like that for a moment, letting you lie back on the bed as they attend to you – Aemond murmuring dirty praises into your cunt as he licks at you wildly, flicking shapes and patterns against your pearl that have your head spinning; Aegon swallowing your wanton moans in his own mouth as he moves his lips against yours. 

You whine against the older brother’s mouth when you feel your husband’s fingers gently prodding your center, gathering wetness on them before carefully pushing two into your heat. “Seven, you’re tight,” his breath is warm against your glossy folds, “Always so tight, feels so good, sweetling.” He purrs before quickly wrapping his lips around your bud once more, gently sucking at the tender flesh but combined with the pressure of his fingers, it’s enough to send you into a tailspin. 

You pull away from Aegon with a gasp, back arching off the bed as you whine Aemond’s name, blushing as you hear the loud wet sounds emanating from where his fingers fuck into your cunt. Faintly, you hear Aegon whimpering next to you, his soft cries almost in time with yours as he presses soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. 

“Mommy, my mommy,” he whispers in reverence, leaning across your chest to get to the breast he’s neglected thus far, kissing softly across your supple skin and teasing your nipple with the tip of his tongue before finally suckling it into his mouth, closing his eyes with a soft groan as he nurses, getting lost in the feel of you beneath him, your skin on his. 

Aegon’s lips around your nipple has you breaking, every muscle in your body seeming to tense up as your high overtakes you. A strange mixture of their names leaves your lips in a rough moan as you squeeze your eyes shut, fire exploding through you. 

“That’s it,” Aemond groans, crooking up his fingers within you as he feels your walls pulsing around them, pressing them into that rough patch he has memorized in your heat, the one he knows prolongs your peak, “Gods, that felt like a big one, sweetling.” 

Somehow, you find it within yourself to nod tiredly, chest heaving as you catch your breath, slinging an arm over Aegon’s back as he sighs happily against your chest. 

“Made you feel good, mommy,” he chuckles proudly around your breast, nipping and licking at your nipple as he tilts his head to meet your gaze, earning an annoyed huff from Aemond as he presses calming kisses against your thighs and hips. 

He’s so proud of himself that you can’t help yourself from smiling and giggling, your fingers carding through his hair. “Oh, yes you did,” you coo, “You made me feel so good, my precious boy.” 

Below you, Aemond bites at your thigh as a warning, making you jump. “Keep it up and you’ll only give him a bigger ego,” he rolls his eyes and presses wet kisses in a trail up your stomach, stopping only when he reaches Aegon, still lying across you. The bed dips as Aemond crawls back up to lie next to you, kissing his way up your neck and jaw before finally slotting his lips against your own.

A whimper escapes your lips as he does, one of your hands reaching up to run your fingers through his long hair, the pale strands threading between your digits like silk. He sighs into the kiss, one of his hands coming up to gently cup your neck, not choking but merely staking a claim. The action makes you mewl and he uses it to his advantage, quickly sliding his tongue across your bottom lip before entwining it with your own as he licks into your mouth. You can feel your face heat up as you taste yourself on his lips, squirming in his hold as Aegon continues licking and suckling at your hardened nipple, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine and quickly reigniting the flames in your belly. 

Aemond smirks as your moans change in pitch, the familiar high-pitched, whiny cadence causing him to let out a low, vibrating growl himself. 

“Please, Aemond,” you whisper against his lips, whimpering as he trails his kisses down your jaw and neck.

Your husband groans softly against your shoulder, a shudder rolling through him at the breathy way you say his name, his favorite sound. “You need not beg me, sweetling,” he sighs, gently gripping your hips and nodding for you to roll onto your side, “I’ve got you.”

Aegon whines as Aemond moves you, struggling to keep his soft lips latched around your peaked nipple, which earns him another eye roll from your husband. Quickly, you settle onto your side, both arms immediately wrapping around Aegon to hold him close. His pale hair tickles your lips as you press a sweet kiss to the crown of his head, softly giggling as he desperately suckles your nipple back into his mouth; your sweet boy could be at your breast for hours and it still wouldn’t be enough for him. 

The bed dips on either side of you as the two men bracket you between them, Aemond behind you and Aegon in front. Your husband presses kisses against the back of your shoulder as he slots himself against you, the warmth of his chest pressing against your back sends a shiver down your spine and makes your already stiff nipples harden to the point of aching. 

“Iksā sīr gevie, ñuha ābrazȳrys,” Aemond whispers against your shoulder as he trails a hand over your curves, humming appreciatively as he palms the swell of your arse, “Avy jorrāelan sīr olvie.” (You are so beautiful, my wife, I love you so much.)

You whimper at his words, your heart twisting happily in your chest as you recall their meaning from the lessons he had given you during your courtship. “Avy jorrāelan tolī, ñuha valzȳrys,” you manage to moan brokenly, “So much, Aemond!” You breathe, foggy brain unable to keep up with translations any longer. (I love you too, my husband.)

A gasp leaves you as Aemond presses himself against you tightly as you realize that he had managed to tug off his trousers at some point, his length slotting beautifully between your thighs as he ruts against you. 

“Gods!” Your slick folds part greedily as your husband rubs against your center, coating his cock in your juices, the tip rubbing deliciously against your pearl, “Oh, Aemond!”

“Shhh,” he breathes against your ear as one of his warm hands latches onto your thigh and pulls it up, giving him more room to guide his cock into your heat, “I’ve got you, sweetling, I have you.”

You nod, near delirious, practically sobbing as he finally guides himself into you, filling you perfectly. Your head lolls back, further into his embrace as he slowly presses into you, stretching you as he finally bottoms out, stones pressed firmly to your backside as a low, gravelly groan vibrates against your back. 

“You feel so good,” you moan breathily, your fingers scrambling through Aegon’s hair as you press his mouth against you, earning a whimper from the prince as he takes your breast further into his mouth, suckling at it greedily, spit leaking from the corners of his lips. 

“Feels perfect,” Aemond huffs, grunting as he begins moving his hips against yours, eye squeezing shut at the feel of your slick walls sucking him in as you quiver around his length, “You feel perfect, tight little cunt.” He mutters, more to himself than to you, hissing the words between clenched teeth.

You let yourself get lost for a moment, a light sheen of sweat blanketing your skin from the heat of the two men around you. You make no attempt to stop soft, satisfied moans from slipping out of your lips, breathing your pleasure against Aegon’s forehead as Aemond rocks into you, thrusting his hips in a well-practiced pattern as he fills you again and again. Your husband’s grip tightens on your thigh, making your eyes roll back deliciously as Aegon flicks his tongue against your nipple before greedily sucking it back into his mouth. 

A few moments later, you’re brought out of your reverie by a slick feeling at the front of your thigh, small whimpers and whines from the man at your breast finally managing to trickle their way into your consciousness. 

You finally open your eyes, letting out a soft moan as you take in the sight before you – Aegon suckling desperately at your sensitive breast, his dark eyes looking up at you pleadingly, already shimmering with unshed tears, as he ruts his hard length against your thigh, already leaking glossy trails onto your skin with every movement.

“Ohh,” you coo softly, pressing a kiss to his sweat-damp forehead as you wrap your hand around his length, feeling it immediately twitch in your grasp, “You need mommy to take care of you?” You ask breathily.

“P-Please,” Aegon whimpers brokenly, flicking his tongue over your nipple as he nods his head, “Hurts!” He whines, voice thick as tears leak from the corners of his eyes. 

You press another comforting kiss to his forehead, gasping in time with Aemond’s hard thrusts as you begin slowly teasing the prince’s hard length, cooing again as you feel him pulsing in your grasp. “What a good boy,” you whine, swirling your thumb against his leaking tip, “Getting so hard from hearing mommy get fucked, hm?”

You feel him shudder against you, a low groan sounding against your breast as his hips fuck up into your hold. He whines as you let go of his cock for a second, quickly running your fingers around where Aemond spears into you. Your husband grunts behind you at the sensation as you quickly gather some of your juices on your fingers, moaning brokenly as you flick them around your pearl for a second before returning your attention to Aegon. 

Your face heats as you suddenly get a dirty idea and you take a second to spread some of your juices across your unoccupied breast, chuckling breathily as Aegon immediately abandons the one he’s currently suckling on, a loud moan snaking past his lips when you wrap your slick fingers around his cock once again, easing his thrusts into your fists. 

“Greedy babe,” Aemond grunts from over your shoulder, watching as Aegon frantically licks around your breast, humming excitedly at your sweet taste before latching onto your nipple once more, “Suckling at any part of my sweet wife he can reach.”

A fire lights in your belly at Aemond’s words as you’re surprised he’s addressing Aegon at all, his teasing lilt only adding to the heat within you. The prince whines within your grasp, his face flushing to a deeper shade of pink than it already is and his violet eyes shoot daggers in his brother’s general direction, not caring that he can’t see them. 

Suddenly, Aemond lets go of your thigh, leaving you to sling it over one of Aegon’s pale hips as he continues thrusting his cock into you, deep and slow. His hand instead settles on one breast and he lovingly palms at it, humming with satisfaction at its weighty feel in his hand. 

A loud whine leaves you as his fingers pinch around your overly-sensitive bud, tweaking and tugging at the swollen skin. Your back arches, loud whimpers tumbling past your lips as his touch borders on pain. Aegon growls at your sounds of discomfort, letting your nipple fall from his lips as he sits up just enough to throw him a malicious glare over your shoulder.

“Ngh!” Your little prince grunts, smacking Aemond’s hand away from you before wrapping an arm around your waist protectively and pressing soft kisses to your abused breast, “Mommy?” He questions softly, teary eyes searching yours, desperately wanting to make sure you’re alright. 

“Shh, shh,” you soothe sweetly, carding your fingers through his hair as he lays his head on your pillow once more, “Mommy’s okay, my sweet, thank you.” Your words are breathy, feeling halfway forced out of you as Aemond’s thrusts speed up, your mind growing fuzzy as the head of his cock moves against the sensitive spot within you perfectly, making you clench around him. Aegon continues thrusting into your grasp, his hands frantically grabbing onto any parts of you he can reach. 

“Pathetic,” Aemond huffs at his brother, biting into the sensitive skin of your neck, “So whiny, fuck, so whiny under your muña’s touch you can’t even speak.” (Mother’s)

Aegon whines again, a high, pitiful sound against your beast as he latches onto you once more, low groans ripping through him as the leaking head of his cock rubs against your soft thigh. 

“Hush,” you admonish, one arm hugging possessively around the prince, “Mommy’s taking good care of her sweet little boy, isn’t she?” 

“Y-Yes,” Aegon breathes brokenly around a soft moan, his cock twitching desperately in your hand, “Yes, yes, yes!” He chants around your breast, soft little words in time with each stroke of your hand. 

You can see him start to lose himself — watching as his eyes grow ever more glossy, tears welling up in the corners while throaty sobs and sighs warm your breast, his length seeming to get somehow thicker in your grasp as the head of his cock positively weeps against you. 

“What a good boy,” you sigh encouragingly, smiling proudly, glowing with the knowledge that you can reduce him to such a state, “Are you close, my sweet?” 

He nods desperately, soft grunts accompanying the thrusts of his hips up into your grasp. You keep your pace steady, your own head swimming as your release builds within you. 

After another few seconds, Aegon begins shaking helplessly in your grasp, his chest heaving as sobs are wrenched from his throat. “That’s it,” you murmur softly, feeling your cunt clench around Aemond’s length at the sight of the prince coming undone before you, making the other man groan loudly behind you, “Come on, I know you’re so close, show mommy how good she makes you feel, my love.” 

As always, your soft approval is what unravels him. You moan loudly, watching him fall apart in your arms, relishing the soft moans and sighs of your name as they fall from his pouty lips, the way his hips stutter in your hold. You gasp softly at the feel of his cock twitching between the two of you, his spend coating his belly and chest in pearlescent streaks.

Before he’s even had the chance to recover, your sweet boy finds it within himself to bring one hand down, greedily seeking out your bud. He sighs happily when you cry out his name, his fingers circling your aching pearl perfectly, just in the way you’d taught him, his chest still heaving with his own release. 

“Oh, Gods!” You gasp, your own hips rutting back and forth between the two men, “So c-close, fuck!” You whine, the fire in your belly threatening to consume you. 

“That’s a good girl,” Aemond grunts, hips thrusting into you at a maddening pace, “Do you want me to breed a baby into your wet little cunt, sweetling?”

You and Aegon whine at the same instant, yours in pleasure and his in annoyance. Your walls clench desperately at your husband's thick length, making him chuckle breathlessly behind you. 

“Find your pleasure, sweet girl,” he groans, his thrusts somehow perfectly timed to the swirls of Aegon’s fingers against your bud, “Peak and I’ll put a little babe in your belly, my love.” 

Aemond’s promise, Aegon’s soft whine, and the feel of their touches mingling on your slick heat finally pushes you over the edge once more. Your cunt pulses around Aemond as you slip over the edge, your pearl buzzing and twitching under Aegon’s fingers as flames of pleasure lick up your spine, sparks exploding behind your eyelids as you cry out against Aegon’s neck. 

Your release claws Aemond’s out of him as well, the feeling of his seed emptying into you spurring your peak on further. You whimper, mouthing at the pale skin of your prince’s throat as you feel warmth bloom within you, your husband’s harsh strokes finally slowing to a stop. 

The three of you lay silent for a while, the only sounds in your chambers being soft pants and sighs. Finally, Aemond carefully pulls his length from you, soothing you gently when you whine. 

“Seven,” he groans softly, watching his seed slip slowly from your spent center, “Perhaps this time we should let it take.” He muses as he gets up from the bed, retrieving a fresh cloth from your dressing table and quickly cleaning your center and thighs.

“But,” Aegon whimpers softly, drawing your attention back to him as he looks at you with wide, worried eyes, “What…what about me?” The meekness in his voice makes your heart ache as you hurriedly hush him, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes with your thumbs. 

“You don’t worry about a thing, my little love,” you reassure him, pulling him into your arms and rocking him slowly against you, “No matter what the future holds, you will always be my precious little prince. I swear it.” You promise, pressing soft kisses to each of his cheeks, one of your hands tickling at his side until he squirms and giggles against you, burying his head in your neck with a tired sigh.

Aemond huffs again, setting his eyepatch on the table by your bed before he assumes his spot next to you once more, slinging an arm over your waist as he makes himself comfortable. 

On your other side, Aegon shuffles down the bed once more, making you giggle softly as he presses feather light kisses to your breast, sighing happily at the mere feel of your supple skin against his lips as he cozies himself against you. 

“Maybe we should hold off on the moon tea this time,” Aemond ponders, mumbling against your shoulder as his fingers trace soothing patterns into the soft skin of your hip, “Surely an actual babe could be no more difficult than the one we already seem to have.” 

Aegon whines, Aemond chuckles, and you tiredly groan.

tagged lovelies: @helloworldiamnotarobot @drakonflames @marysucks-blog @hopelesswritergall @phantombitch @fan-goddess @aemshaircare @cuddlejeongin @imaegontatgaryenwife0 @valeskafics @beautbuck @watercolorskyy

(tags are based on your answers to my google form; if you were mistakenly tagged, please contact me & update your answers on the form! thank you!)

[satorusluver]

Duke!Nanami x maid!reader

Minors DNI

This takes place in the same AU as my Prince Gojo drabble (except the reader isn't with both of them, idk think of it like otome routes lol)

Word count: 700 ish

Tags/warnings: oral (f receiving), male masturbation, uhh idk I can't think of any others I'm tired lol

The difference between Duke Kento Nanami and Crown Prince Satoru falling in love with a servant girl is that Kento wouldn't dare risk getting you pregnant. He is practical, mature, and most of all, selfless. He knows it would ruin your reputation and leave you a single mother because he could never be with you officially, and he could never risk doing that to his precious girl.

So instead he settles for sneaking you into his room (something that's easier for him than it would be for the prince because he isn't nearly as important as the future king) late at night for...less risky activities. Kento's bed is softer and more extravagant than anything your commoner body has ever experienced, with downy feather pillows and sheets of satin embroidered with gold trim, and he often lays you down on it and spreads your plush thighs to feast on your cunt like it's the finest dessert, until your legs are shaking and your cum stains those expensive sheets. Kento is a giver, not a taker. Of course, he enjoys letting you please him with your hands or mouth. But ultimately, your pleasure is his pleasure, and he's quite content with making you fall apart on his tongue.

Occasionally, though, he'll allow himself to indulge a little, rubbing his swollen cockhead through your slick folds, grinding the underside of it and against your overstimulated clit. But even he sometimes struggles with his self-control. One time he shifts a little too far back and the tip of his cock ends up right up against your entrance, just barely pressing into it. Kento clenches his jaw and digs his fingers into the sheets, imagining how good it would feel to be completely enveloped in you, to feel your tight walls hugging and squeezing his cock, to finally be one with you like he's always dreamed of.

Kento's eyes flick to your face, to your blissed out expression, your ruddy cheeks, your parted lips, your glossed over eyes and the sheer desire radiating off of you. And he knows he could do it, he could just slide his achingly hard length into your warm, welcoming cunt and you wouldn't stop him. And he takes a deep breath, and then he just....pulls away and rolls over next to you on the bed.

You ask if he's okay, and he says yes, he's fine. You ask him if he wants you to do something to help relieve the ache in his throbbing cock, and he says no, he's fine, and that he thinks it's best if you go ahead and return to the servants quarters now. You look up at him, your head tilting in confusion and your eyes filling with worry. So he presses a kiss to your temple and reassures you that everything really is alright, that he's just getting a headache - and besides, the longer you stay, the more likely someone will notice you missing from your bed.

You still seem a bit hesitant, but you redress yourself and leave his chambers with one last glance back at Kento, who gives you a warm, reassuring smile. And the moment you're gone, Kento throws his head back against the pillow with a pained groan, his hand slipping under the sheets to grip his cock tight - as tight as he imagines your sweet pussy must be. He strokes himself from base to tip, eyes closed and pretending it was you moving up and down on him, remembering the heavenly sounds you made as you came on his tongue and wondering if you'd make those same sounds when you came on his dick.

The sight of your naked body is still fresh in his mind, helping him hurdle toward his climax with each increasingly desperate pump of his hand. And when he cums, he cums hard, moaning out your name and fucking up into his first as the pearly ropes of his thick release spill over onto his hand and abs. And when the exhaustion sets in as his high begins to fade, Kento breathes a sigh of relief that it's only him who has to deal with the aftermath of his pleasure.

[mattscoquette]

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭-𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𐙚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

just a lil list i've made of taylor songs that remind me of matt! this was made before ttpd came out so i don't have that on here yet - but i will add those at some point

debut 

stay beautiful 

mary’s song 

our song 

fearless 

fearless 

breathe 

the way i loved you 

JUMP THEN FALL. 

today was a fairy tale 

speak now

mine 

sparks fly 

never grow up 

enchanted 

haunted 

long live (this is more ab all three of them than js matt but whatever)

OURS. 

SUPERMAN. 

electric touch 

timeless 

red

state of grace

treacherous 

holy ground 

everything has changed 

BEGIN AGAIN. 

come back be here 

forever winter 

the very first night 

1989

style

out of the woods 

i wish you would 

wildest dreams 

THIS LOVE

clean

you are in love

new romantics 

S L U T. 

suburban legends

sweeter than fiction 

reputation 

end game 

delicate 

look what you made me do (bc of that one edit)

SO. IT GOES. 

KING OF MY HEART?????

dress

CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT?????¿¿

new year’s day 

lover

lover

the archer 

i think he knows 

miss americana & the heartbreak prince 

paper rings 

false god. 

AFTERGLOW!!!!!!

DAYLIGHT!!!!

all of the girls you loved before 

folklore

lowk the whole album 

cardigan 

my tears ricochet 

mirrorball 

SEVENNNN

august 

invisible string 

betty 

PEACE

evermore 

gold rush 

ivy 

cowboy like me

right where you left me

midnights 

maroon

anti hero 

you’re on your own kid 

MIDNIGHT RAIN

bejeweled

sweet nothing 

paris 

hits different 

© mattscoquette

[sassykattery]

Dollface, Pt 11

Welcome to the finale– are you ready to take the plunge?

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Smut: piv, multiple rounds and creampie, breeding kink (but no mention of offspring), size difference, f! receiving penetration. Passion/romance driven sex. Hair pulling. Explicit mentions of male and female genitalia.

The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.

Characters: Main Character. Diavolo. Mammon. Satan. Beel. Belphie. Levi. Asmo. Lucifer. Barbatos.

Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Sex. Smut. Diavolo x fem! MC.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy

"My lord, we should talk," Barbatos stated, seeing Diavolo sitting at one of the couches in the penthouse. His human lover was asleep in their bedroom while he started to do recovery on everything he'd missed for the last several months.

"Yes, Barbatos, I figured you'd come by eventually. I'm starting on all the meetings I've missed with the nobledemons and their grievances," the prince replied, sitting back and holding a document up to read.

"I meant about the young mistress," Barbatos replied.

"Oh, yes, what is it?" Diavolo immediately looked up and set the page down.

"My lord, are we really certain about bringing her to the Devildom? Yes, we have the sorcerer, but are we really wanting to do this? I thought there was more you wanted to do before deciding who–"

"Barbatos," Diavolo sighed. "I think you know as well as I do that my mind is set on this. I'm not leaving her here."

"I really must implore you to think harder about this. I understand you'd like to keep her but would you be putting her in more danger by doing so?" Barbatos persisted.

Meanwhile, a particular and curious Demon of Pride slipped into the master suite while the prince and his butler argued in the living room. Lucifer looked around, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He never knew a human to prefer it as much as she did. Quietly, he sauntered over to the bed where the sleeping human lay, all bundled up in the covers like a burrito. The demon sat on the edge closest to her and peered down at her. He could see just her face peaking out, her eyes closed.

"Sweet little lamb all wrapped up in her nest, not knowing the demon who watches as she lays to rest," he murmured to her.

She stirred some, and he watched with interest. When she was done, he slid in further to seat himself next to her. Carefully, he peeled back the covers, seeing her messy hair in a bun, wearing just a black lacey bralette. He grazed a knuckle against her cool cheek, then tracing a finger down her neck and clavicle. She was so smooth and soft to him. His eyes wandered down, seeing her breasts squished together so perfectly. He rather liked how she looked, her skin softly gleaming with the little light available, her body curvy and plush like the finest dessert he wanted to devour.

Yes, much more like a wolf and his little lamb he wanted to keep very close in his clutches.

He looked around the room then, taking it all in as he thought to himself, that was, until a little warm hand reached out to touch his.

"Lucifer," she murmured. His eyes darted toward her barely open ones.

"How do you know?" He whispered. Certainly, this human couldn't tell in such darkness, right?

"Voice," she croaked, "and cologne."

Lucifer smirked to himself and leaned down closer to her, tilting his head.

"Where's Diavolo?" She murmured again, trying to find her voice.

"Currently arguing with Barbatos in the living room," he replied. He saw her expression shift to worry, and he placed his large hand over her abdomen to gently push down. "It's being handled. Just rest in here for now." She nodded, so he brought his hand up to run his fingers over her eyes, closing them. "Shhh..."

He then got up and left the master suite to inquire about the current torrent of back and forth between the prince and his butler. He overheard that the woman was the topic of discussion, and walked in.

"If I may?" Lucifer suddenly interrupted, rounding the corner into the living room. "I've sent my brothers out on some errands. But I'd like to interject as well," he added.

"Go on," Diavolo replied.

"She's not an ordinary human. When we were on the plane, I had the privilege of speaking to her," the Avatar explained. "She is actually the last soul I ever made as an archangel. This human woman has my blessings."

"Really?" Diavolo asked and sat forward, his elbows on his knees as he clasped his hands together.

"Barbatos, my brothers and I are already quite taken with her. I don't see as to why she couldn't fill the role," Lucifer admitted to Barbatos. The butler sighed and looked askance.

"If she's blessed, then at least she stands some chance of survival in our realm. And more than anything, she is our charge. Anyone seen taking a stand against her presence would be taking a stand against the crown," Diavolo added.

The butler sighed and walked to the windows to think. Barbatos finally raised a brow. "You made her, Lucifer? What did you bless her with?" He turned to face the Morningstar.

Lucifer was quiet.

"Lucifer? What did you give her?" Diavolo asked the same question again.

"... Everything. I gave her everything," the fallen archangel finally answered. "She's blessed with many talents and favors. When I made her, I put my entire heart into her, not knowing why I was even making her. She's... highly favored."

The other demons sat there a bit speechless, something they didn't feel terribly often. They finally looked back at one another before looking at Lucifer.

"... If that's the case, we must take her," Barbatos stated.

With bleary eyes, she looked around the room she was in. The woman sat up and looked around. It was still dark in their room, just as Diavolo had left it. She vaguely remembered Lucifer coming in briefly to see her, though just barely so.

"Dia?" She called out softly.

When she received no reply, she slipped out from under the covers and padded over to the closet. She pawed through it and found a simpler lounge set of crimson velour pants and a plain black t-shirt. Once dressed, she left the bedroom and walked around the penthouse. It was completely empty, and she began to become anxious at the profound lack of anyone around. In the kitchen, she finally found a note.

"I had some food sent up to the room. It should be arriving when you wake up. Eat and watch some TV, I'll see you soon," –Diavolo

Her head tilted, and just as she placed the note down, the doorbell rang. Surprised, to say the least, she walked to the door and saw a delivery man in the peep hole. They exchanged pleasantries after she opened the door, and she took the food when they were done.

Sitting in the living room, she did as told, eating her takeout and putting on a romantic comedy. She felt very alone and anxious, but did her best to listen to Diavolo. Occasionally, she got up to use the bathroom or another drink from the fridge.

It was nearly three hours in, and one and a half movies later, they still weren't back. She was growing more concerned until she started feeling sleepy. The thought to go to bed crossed her mind, but it was like her body was so heavy that she couldn't make it. The couch was good enough for her, she thought, as she laid down and closed her eyes.

Minutes later, she was awake again, but this time, it was completely dark in the penthouse, with no light coming from the city below the windows. She could hear rain hitting the window but couldn't even see it. It wasn't minutes, it was hours that had gone by as she saw 3:33 on the digital clock nearby.

"Diavolo?" She called out again. No answer. Dread and fear began coursing through her body. She had no way of contacting anyone with her own cell phone, and all he said was they would see each other soon.

"Come here," she heard a whisper say from the penthouse door. Her head whipped around to look in the direction she heard it from.

"No," she called back, treading carefully. She knew from how it sounded that it was inhuman, and knowing about the supernatural world as she did, it wasn't far-fetched to think it was a spirit.

"Come. You want to see him, yes?" It whispered again.

"You won't help me. Begone," she barked, standing her ground. The voice chuckled quietly.

"Don't be so quick to cast me out, girl. Your soul may be old, but I have existed longer than most stars in all universes," the whisper replied.

She then quietly stood, walking toward the door. "Okay, fine. Here I am," she replied.

"Closer, dove, I need you at the door," the voice beckoned again.

With her brows furrowed, arms folded, and back straight, she approached and stood within inches of the door. "Now what?"

"Little lamb, old soul, sweet girl, you are called to a new place," the door replied. "Hark, think back to the times you fell out of step with mortals, when you knew things no one else did but had no explanation for how you did, or how the spirits sought your company, yet you felt compelled to deny them."

"I remember..." she answered, feeling slightly dizzy, but more like she was experiencing vertigo as everything became even darker around her, to the point that not a single lumen of light could be seen.

"You were blessed by Lucifer himself, a doll for the darkness, a lamb for the light, a soul for the saved and damned. Many adore, lust for, and want you, but only the select few were only ever meant to keep you. Those few have come to take you home, to bestow great gifts and charms upon you in this new life they offer."

"... What must I do?" She asked, her words beginning to slur as she held her head in her hand.

"Sit at the right of the right hand and at the left of the crown," it answered cryptically. "Wear the crown of thorns and carry it high above your subjects. Let them see you, let them drown themselves in your empathy. And let the sovereign grovel before you, worshipping your being as you lay the path to his dreams simply by walking along his circuit. They shall all love you, and you shall love them. You will redeem rewards you longed for your entire life for your deeds, malicious and benevolent."

She stared at the door, listening to every word. Even as it spoke, she comprehended it was speaking in another language, yet she could understand every word. Blinking a few times, she finally felt clarity as the pain subsided.

"Is this the way to his home?" She asked, placing a hand on the door. Immediately, three circles began to etch into the door, as if someone was holding a woodburner pen to it.

The first circle on the left was filled with the design of a crown, embellished with precious stones and harsh thorns. "The Emperor" was listed below it. The third circle on the right was filled with a set of beautiful, intricate scales, perfectly balanced with a feather and a boulder on each platform. "Justice" was listed below it. Finally, the middle circle began to fill itself. There was a line down the middle, and each half was filled with half of a very familiar face. Her own face appeared on the left, and the prince's on the right in high detail. Below it read "The Lovers."

"Make your choice, little lamb."

Her eyes were wide as she took in the scene, her breathing becoming feather-light and heart pounding in her chest.

She swallowed thickly and reached up high on the door, letting her fingers drag across the warm wood.

"Take me home."

The door became untouchable with fiery heat, and it suddenly disappeared but left the smoldering images hanging in mid-air.

Beyond the burning glyphs, she looked past them and saw two glaring crimson eyes glaring down at her, as if it was further down the hallway.

"A wise choice," the figure said, coming closer. "Are you afraid?" It sounded nothing like the whisper from the door. This sounded like the chorus of all the voices she's heard her whole life, the ones she ignored or turned away in favor of trying to lead a normal life. And it was finally in this moment who she's seen and heard all these years.

"Just of the uncertainty. Not of you," she answered. "I know you."

"And I know you, lamb. And you will get to know me more and the life you were meant to have."

A shadowy hand extended toward her, illuminated by the burning glyphs.

"Take my hand, and I'll take you home, darling."

She saw something in her peripheral and saw the colors coming into focus to show her the childhood bedroom she was leaving behind. Her life. Her parents. Everything she ever knew.

Looking back to the hand waiting for her, she took another deep breath before trailing her glowing gaze up toward the large crimson orbs that watched her.

"Will it hurt?" She asked, her hand raised with her palm up, not extending it past her own frame.

"Not at all. I'm here to ensure your safe delivery. Your body and soul will remain in tact."

She nodded and looked at the burning epitaph before her, studying their shape and meanings.

"I want to see you," she stated. She felt the being's hesitation and added, "Like this. Don't change to your human form."

"Then you will be afraid," he answered.

"You've been in my mind the entire time. I've seen you in corners and beyond the edges of the halls," she insisted. "I want this."

Unable to resist the temptation, the figure stepped forward, the light before her subtly illuminating his form. She craned her head back. It was at least ten foot tall, the entire body a blanket of black soot and shadow, the outlines of the form hazy with vapors. To the more solid parts of the body, they shined dully. Her eyes trailed upward to find hard-cut abs and a highly muscular frame. It was only when she finally found the beast's face that she was a little stunned. The shape never stayed consistent, the vapors fluctuating between a lion, goat, humanoid, to something that could only he described as demonic. The face finally settled on a mix of humanoid and demonic. He had a sharp nose and high cheekbones, horrifyingly beautiful with his crimson eyes and wicked smile lined with bloody teeth. Large batlike black wings riddled with falling black feathers twitched behind him.

"... Satisfied?"

"Yes, thank you... Lucifer," she answered. He held out his ghostly black hand to her again. "... I'm ready."

He smiled again, licking his teeth. "We'll see."

Keeping her eyes locked on his, she placed her small hand in his much larger one, his long fingers with talons curling around her fist. His touch was simultaneously warm and cool. He tugged her in close, looking down at her. "Hang on."

Lucifer bent down to sweep her up into his arms, cradling her bridal style. He turned and began walking down the hallway that was slowly becoming illuminated with every step he took. They shined from looking wet, as if they were in a sewer. She laid her head against his chest.

He stopped and waved his hand over her face, causing her eyes to close. "Rest, my lamb, we'll be there soon."

In milliseconds, she was asleep again, and he took off running down the halls of hell, speeding past the souls of the damned, the circles of each sinful ring a blur. Though it was a long and treacherous journey for anyone else, for one of hell's most feared occupants, he had no trouble traversing its distance. He flew up toward the hellish skies, passing the brimstone fires, hail, and electrical storms. Though she may have been intrigued, he wanted to save such a journey for when she was more prepared.

Thunders and cracks of lightning spurred around him as he flew through the tunnel connecting hell to the residential realm of demons: the Devildom. In reality, it took hours to make the trek, but to him, it felt like minutes.

With a loud thud, Lucifer touched down in the center of the Student Council Room at RAD, his wings wrapped around himself and his cargo. He was breathing hard and reorienting himself in his humanistic form again. As the cloak of hell's overcast dissipated, he took a deep breath and looked up, his wings unfurling to reveal the little bundle in his arms.

"Thank you, Lucifer. Right on time as always," Diavolo called out, taking his seat at the head chair in his own demonic form, draconic wings and tail slowly dissipating. He snapped his fingers and returned to his regular form again. "I hope the gates behaved. The spirits were a little unruly from her presence."

"It was fine," Lucifer replied, gently setting the woman down on the floor. His brothers began to file into the room, chatting amongst themselves as they saw her laying there on the floor. They briefly checked in with Diavolo, reporting on their efforts to prepare for their new arrival. After Lucifer laid her out more comfortably, making sure she was put together, he stepped away and straightened his uniform before taking a seat beside his brothers below Diavolo.

"Are we ready?" Diavolo asked, setting his papers down and looking around to make sure everything was in place.

The brothers sounded off their readiness in reply, enthusiastic for their new member.

"Lucifer," Diavolo ordered, leaving his command unspoken. Lucifer raised his hand and snapped his fingers, rebuking his spell.

Everyone went silent as they all watched her. It took nearly a minute before she started to stir, her eyes unfocused and trying to open unsuccessfully. Her vision was tilted, her head swimming as she fought to orient herself again. The air pressure felt different, her body felt somehow lighter, and the air smelled much different, like spice and crisp autumn leaves. This wasn't earth, and she knew it pretty quickly.

While she regained consciousness, Diavolo watched nervously. His golden gaze was trained solely on her as she started to try and prop herself up on an elbow.

"My head..." she groaned softly.

The prince flinched but ultimately stayed in his seat. He had seen her last just merely half a day prior, but he had missed her so much. And entrusting her with Lucifer was not easy, but he was grateful it went as well as it did.

Finally, she sat up fully, leaning on one arm as she used her free hand to rub her eyes. She blinked a few times and let her eyes adjust to the new lightning, as it was dimmer than before. It was then that she looked up and saw all her companions from before smiling down at her, waiting patiently. Her eyes darted up to the large red-head sitting in the chief judge's chair that smiled down at his beloved human.

Diavolo stood slowly.

"Welcome to the Devildom... Taylor."

I hope you enjoyed! This has been the finale of Dollface. As I wrote this story, I knew the direction I wanted to go, and it evolved to how *I* came to the Devildom in a joint story of Diavolo's mishap in becoming a doll. My name is Taylor IRL, so I apologize if you may have been confused at the end. But I wanted to make this a story that most everyone could enjoy, and be reader insert minus a few choice places. Insert your own name at the end!

Thanks for reading!

Post made by sassykattery. Do not repost. Reblogs and comments appreciated.

Tags: @flemmingbamse @biteable-pink-pixie @delphi-dreamin @itsmeninerz @l-d-8 @themythicaldisaster @marvelous-maniac @attic-club-sandwich

[wilhelmsbee]

Okay honestly? I'll just take you up on that offer because I'm obsessed with your edits in general, but if you ever feel like talking some more about that Wilhelm edit you did to the song Ribs by Lorde??? Would love that because that edit lives rent-free in my head! (no pressure though, I just like the idea of like... director's commentary or something for edits haha)

I HOPE EVERYONE IS READY FOR ME TO BE INSANELY DEEP ABOUT THIS EDIT OH MY GOD

preface: i talk ab why i chose each scene for the lyrics, then colouring/font, idk if this is the directors commentary you wanted but like this is how I think about all my edits

We're reeling through the midnight streets- initially, I actually wanted to start it on the this dream isn't feeling sweet line but it just didn't fit in instagrams 1-minute time frame ANYWAY This scene has always been the most painful to me. Wilhelm realises at this moment that he's truly, undeniably alone in his life. Everyone he trusts (or is supposed to trust) has left him, and he has nobody left to go to. He's alone, going through his own personal hell, finding out his only family cares more about public perception than him as a person. It's like the beginning of the worst spiral we see from Wilhelm. Its quite a literal scene-to-lyric moment, but also the we're part feels (to me) like him-as-well-as his public self. Crown Prince Wilhelm and Wille are such separate parts, and its all he has left.

And I've never felt more alone- The THERAPY SCENE! Specifically this is the I think it's better not knowing how it could feel scene, because that truly is the most heartbreaking viewpoint I've ever seen from a character. It was better not being in love because I couldn't miss it. He might be getting closer to the other boys in the secret society, as well as Felice, but he's not really breaking past the surface level with anyone. Not even Felice knows the depths of his pain, he keeps it all to himself. The loneliness crushes him, he wishes he didn't know how love felt. As far as he's concerned, he's never loving someone else again (true) and he's never going to be able to love Simon again (false). In this moment there's this feeling of emptiness. He has nothing he actually cares about, and he wishes that he never cared in the first place.

It feels so scary, getting old- He wasn't supposed to fill this role, giving a speech as the Crown Prince of Sweden about his brother's passing. Wilhelm's character (obviously) fundamentally switches after Erik's death. He used to be a lot sillier, more reckless and more willing to fight back against his parents. But now he's got every single eye on him, watching him. Put into an adult role at the age of sixteen, forced to carry the burden of spare his whole childhood, then suddenly forced to be the sole heir. Even if he had planned to maybe one day be the heir (which he didn't, judging by the he should be here instead of me comment) it wasn't supposed to happen until he was older and wiser. He stops acting like a kid because he can't be a kid anymore. The cuts between the frog/getting the frog/breaking the globe aimed to emphasise this. He's lost all connection to his brother, he's in a place he didn't expect to be until he was extremely old (if ever), and he's lost control of his own life.

We can talk it so good, we can make it so divine, we can talk it good how we wish it would be all the time- I wanted to frame Simon in this as a sort of healthy distraction for Wilhelm. He was the only person in his life who actually looked out for him and cared. They're happy and they're smiling, all the clips are intimate even if there's someone else there. It highlights how they care. It's good, it's divine. It's what kept him happy after the hardest thing in his life (so far). In this edit, he desperately wants it back because he knows how much it helped. It was the only bright thing he had. The cutting to Wilhelm alone in s2 after how we wish it would be all the time just aims to really enforce that he wished it was still like that, wishing for someone who truly cared and loved him. It's all yearning, pining, wishing things were better. Every single clip is a clip in which Wilhelm has been pining over Simon. There's an ache he expresses that was just so, so important to this edit.

This dream isn't feeling sweet- Lots of clips of Wilhelm trying to process things. He's been forced to change his entire life, after all being a prince is a privilege, not a punishment. The 'dream' of being royal crushes him, despite the fact he can't ever voice it. Walking down the halls of his castle, sitting in his private boarding school therapy session with an actual therapist, being driven home in a private car from the party where he was filmed fighting. These luxuries juxtaposed with his actual circumstances hurt. He can't complain because he's got it best in the country, but it isn't a system designed for him, it doesn't want to help him, it wants to make him conform. It isn't fair, but he can't say that.

We're reeling through the midnight streets- He's forcing himself to try and fit the mould while also being himself, and all it causes is pain. He's actively fighting against the institution he was raised in simply by existing. The panic attack from being perceived holding Simon's hand. Deleting his contact after his mother told him 'no more mistakes.' Trying to play nice at the dinner table even though his whole life was crumbling around him and the institution was failing everyone even though nobody believed him. The panic attack/anxiety vomit from Simon going public, against Wilhelm's institution, knowing that he might not be able to protect him. He's got no control in any of these scenes, its a desperate fight against himself. He's a publicity risk to his own family if he is true to himself, and he's a risk to himself if he isn't.

And I've never felt more alone- Desperately trying to comfort himself when nobody else can (or wants to) comfort him. After the fight at the party all his family cared about was the PR response. When August said that Simon would take the fall for the drugs, all he cared about was getting Alexander back. During the uniform tailoring, all Jan-Olof cared about was tradition and making Simon as background as he could. When Wilhelm gave up meditating to soothe his anxiety, he was upset at his inability to calm down, despite the fact he's never been given an opportunity to be calm. Nobody really knows about his mental health struggles, he just has to fight through them and desperately try to self-soothe. Nobody else will comfort him after all.

It feels so scary getting old- Each of these scenes show Wilhelm being viewed as his role instead of being viewed as a person. He clearly struggles with being viewed as just the Crown Prince of Sweden, especially since that was never supposed to be his role, so of course it hurts when he's viewed as just a pawn in the Royal Family. Especially from people he loves. Yes, it was undeniably hard when he first became the Crown Prince, and it absolutely would've crushed him to know that when he had a panic attack he couldn't be alone. But these scenes are interlaced with him being viewed as a political pawn by Simon and his mother. People he loves, people he trusts. He's just a public statement to his mother, and he's just a human representation of the Crown to Simon (in these scenes not in general ofc). He's never going to be able to be his own person again, because he's got a country to run when he grows up and a public image to form between now and then.

This dream isn't feeling sweet- The lyrics are now getting more compounding, it's louder and it's closer. He's fighting to be heard, he's being ripped off of his desk, he's forcing down a panic attack because he needs to be happy for Simon. His emotions aren't allowed, he can't feel anything negative so he won't feel anything at all. Nothing in his life feels good anymore, so he's fighting the losing battle to just try to break even. Nobody would dream of this, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. He can't even voice that, though.

We're reeling through the midnight streets- Now he's reminiscing about when things were easier, but they weren't, really. Yes, the placard was there the night he first kissed Simon, but that was also the beginning of the horrific realisation he wasn't built for the world he is forced to live in. His mother says 'no more mistakes' and he already knows it means he has to leave Simon. When that doesn't work and it all falls out, he's left to try and clean his own image up by nailing the closet shut with every fibre of his being. His life wasn't better, he's grasping for anything to show him life will be okay again. Everything has crumbled and now he's got nothing, so he yearns for when he had something, even if it was just something to lose.

And I've never felt more alone- He is constantly left. Something that isn't brought up enough is how often he's just abandoned. He has no one to talk to, he's forced to work through his struggles alone because his existence is political and any sign of weakness being public could reflect badly on his family. He becomes the embodiment of the Prince he could never be. Walking to the lake and reminiscing about when he would be happy there. Being left alone by his brother, who didn't even reply to him asking to say hi to his mother and father, who he then never sees in person again. Then wearing his brother's jacket. He's alone, and all he does is pine for a time when he wasn't. All he wants to do is go back and do it all again, and he can't. But he also can't move forward, he doesn't want to, he doesn't know how.

It feels so scary- Only two scenes so I'll discuss 'em one by one: -At Erik's funeral, there's a more literal fear of getting old. I don't want to repeat myself more than I already have but obviously, that forced Wilhelm to grow up and be more mature, and act like a Crown Prince instead of just the Prince. More attention, less room for error. He's terrified of fucking it up, and there's nobody who can help him. -The breakup scene is more metaphorical. He has to grow up and figure out what he wants to do with his life, while also having to grow to understand what he actually has the ability to do with his life. He's not ready to do this because he wants things to be good and happy but it was ripped away from him. He can't just pretend everything is alright anymore, but the amount of maturing he needs to do seems impossible at this moment, especially knowing he was in love with a boy when he wasn't allowed to be. He tries to be both a Prince and Wilhelm and all it did was betray his boyfriend's trust.

getting old- Wilhelm shutting his computer and pressing his hands to his eyes. It's exhausting. He's exhausted. Constantly working to try and be who he's supposed to be as well as being himself and trying to navigate his emotions in a vulnerable state is just too much. He can't carry it all, so he just gives up for a moment. It all goes quiet, but not in a good way. When you're that overwhelmed, the lack of anything just leaves more room to spiral.

FONT CHOICES

Intro: literally my handwriting. I wanted this to feel personal and almost like a desperate written plea to go back to when it was good, and what's more personal than my own handwriting am I right!!!

First chorus loop: Magazine font, it's in pieces and it doesn't match. There's a sporadic chaos, like he's beginning to feel it but it isn't there yet. The text isn't fully opaque, it's in front of him. We're seeing it before he does in this context. Trying to reflect how the media knows things before he does, like his brothers death, the tape leaking, all that good stuff.

Second chorus loop: Big, Bold, Unavoidable! I rotobrushed Wilhelm in every scene so that the text could be intertwined with him. He can't escape the reality of his situation, he is getting crushed by these feelings. The song gets louder and more claustrophobic, the text is in the scenes with him. It haunts him, it's everywhere. When he closes the laptop and it all goes silent, its not relaxing, it just makes you anxious in a different way.

COLOURING

I actually chose the blues from the intro scene, mainly in the night sky bit of the frame. Also! All the happy Wilmon scenes have a higher saturation, though you can't tell because of how I did the colouring. It just results in them being a little bit brighter, because things were good then and I believe it should feel good then, too.

[nxwtonsxngster]

waves — a short fic about minho and jorge

(gift to @pr3ttyywh0re who asked me for a sweet fic about my favorite father and son duo <3)

700 words; safe haven, settled found family relationship, minho’s pov

”Qué estás mirando, mijo?”

Minho slightly startled as the sound of his dad’s voice popped the bubble of his thoughts. Jorge’s smile was warm as always, as he combed the back of Minho’s hair with his left hand.

”Nothing much. Just the kids swimming in the sea.”

”Ah, yes. They look like they’re having fun.”

”Mhm, they do.”

”Speaking of the sea…” Jorge fumbled into his pocket and got a hand-sized package wrapped in tissue. He handed it to Minho, who immediately unwrapped it with childlike impatience.

”A crab! I didn’t have that one yet! Gracias, papa,” he smiled, kissing Jorge’s cheek before caressing the soft wool of the plush.

Minho had been fascinated with the ocean since the day he first saw it in Safe Haven. The blue of the water, the immensity of the sea, the hidden life under its surface, the calmness he found in the sound of the waves… In the few months he had been there, he had already stolen and read all the books he could find about it, always eager to know more about the secrets of underwater. Jorge, who noticed the growing passion of his son for sealife, had started to crochet every animal Minho was telling him about. Shark, octopus, orca… His bed wasn’t nearly big enough to welcome all his plushes, but Minho always managed to find a way to make everyone fit. And so Jorge kept crocheting more of them.

“Why don’t you join them?”

”Hm? Oh, no, I’m fine.”

”Little prince, I know when you’re lying. Qué pasa?”

“If I tell you, you’re gonna laugh at me.”

”You think so little of me? C'mon, tell me.”

Minho paused, hesitating despite Jorge’s words. “I just… I don’t know how to… swim.”

Jorge blinked, not answering straight away. “That’s it?”

”It’s ridiculous.”

”Not at all! I mean, unless you missed your swimming lessons at the local pool in the Maze, I can’t think of a moment you could’ve learned,” Jorge said, earning a small laugh from Minho. “I can teach you now, if you wish.”

Minho’s eyes lit up. ”You would?”

”Of course, I’m the best swimmer around,” Jorge winked, before taking his shirt off. “Let’s go?”

Minho followed his father into the water, taking a second to get used to the cold water, while Jorge was already swimming away.

“You should take your shirt off, you’ll be more comfortable,” Jorge said, swimming back to him.

”Nah, I don’t want you to feel intimidated by my abs,” Minho smiled.

Jorge scoffed, splashing him with the back of his hand. “You wish. Now trust me, take it off.”

Minho’s smile dropped, suddenly serious again. “I’d rather not, papa.”

”Porque no?” Jorge tilted his head, visibly not understanding, and Minho realized that was one thing his father didn’t know about him. Because with him, Minho had never been scared or ashamed to show his true self, like he was with everyone else. He knew Jorge was the one person who would never make him feel different or ugly— though that was exactly how Minho was thinking of himself. He had never told him how terrified he was to show his back and arms, so severely damaged by lightning.

“My… scars… The kids will see them…”

“Your scars are beautiful, you know that. I tell you all the time.”

”I know you do, but everyone else… They might not think that. What if they hate me? Or think I’m a monster?”

”Mijo, escuchame,” Jorge said, gently squeezing his hands. “I’d bet my life nobody thinks you're a monster for what you went through. Everyone has their own scars.” He paused for a second, taking a look at the kids laughing a few feet away from them. “And everyone’s taking it at their own pace to accept it. If you need more time, I won’t force you.”

Minho’s heart grew so warm at Jorge’s words. He wrapped his arms around him and pressed against his chest, not caring about his shirt absorbing the dampness on Jorge’s skin. “Te amo mucho,” he whispered.

Jorge pressed a small kiss on his forehead. “I actually know a quiet place where we could swim,” he said. “A small creek I’m pretty sure no one else’s ever been to; it would just be the two of us. What do you say?”

Minho looked up to Jorge, whose eyes and smile were bright and full of all the love he carried for his son, and he knew that one day, he’d be able to swim here. Shirt off, in peace with his body and his mind. But not today. For now, his papa was enough. “Show me the way, old man.”

[thebadgerclan]

Addendum

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox

Summary: Henry arrives in D.C, and proposes an addendum to his list...

A/N: This can be read as a part 2 to "Lists" but can be read as a standalone

It was never quiet in the White House.  There was always something happening: always someone on the phone, some staffer tapping away on their computer, Service agents lining the halls.  Even in the Residence, Ellen Claremont would often work into the early hours of the morning, taking calls from overseas, pouring over bills sent to her from Congress.  Alex was used to sleeping in a loud environment, so when the door to his room opened and shut around 3 in the morning, it didn’t wake him.  If it was something to be worried about, the Secret Service would have taken care of it, after all.

It had only been three days since Henry had last seen him, but it might as well have been years.  Now that people knew about them, that he was free to love Alex openly, he couldn’t bear to be apart from him.  So he’d sweet-talked Shaan into chartering him a plane to D.C., and now here he was; standing in his boyfriend’s bedroom, watching Alex snore, the lights of the city filtering through the window.  Henry knelt on the bed, gently shaking Alex’s shoulder.

“Alex, love,” he said, heart squeezing when Alex’s face scrunched up and he turned it into the pillow.  “My darling, it’s me.  I’m here.”  Another shake of his shoulder, and Alex was awake, blinking sleepily up at Henry.  “Hmm, wha…?  Henry?”  “Yes, love, I’m here.”  Alex sat up, rubbing his eyes.  “Baby, what’re you doing here?  Shit, is everything okay?  Are you okay?”  Henry nodded, moving closer to his boyfriend.  “Everything’s fine, love.  I just missed you.”

“You flew 8 hours because you missed me?” Alex asked, and Henry nodded, blushing.  “Baby, that’s so fucking sweet. C’mere.”  Alex pulled Henry into his arms, kissing him softly, smiling against his lips.  “I missed you too, H.  I’m so happy you’re here.”  Henry shifted to lie under the covers, snuggling into Alex’s arms.  Alex was shirtless, and Henry resisted the urge to trail his fingers over his chest, down his abs, and even lower.

Henry sighed happily, feeling sleep tugging at his eyelids.  “How long are you staying?” Alex asked, and Henry shrugged.  “As long as you’ll let me, I suppose.  Can I…” he trailed off.  Alex cupped his cheek, coaxing him to look up.  “Can you what, baby?”  “Can I stay with you?  Until after the election at least?”  That nearly broke Alex’s heart, and he pressed a lingering kiss to Henry’s lips.  

“Baby, you can stay however long you want.  Remember what you said in your letter?”  Henry shook his head.  “I said quite a bit in that letter, dear.”  “You did.  You said ‘When I am in your arms again, I do not know if I will have the strength to let go’.  Well, I don’t think I want to let you go, baby, so there.”  Henry smiled, leaning into Alex’s touch.  “I love you, Alex,” he said, and Alex kissed him.  “I love you more, baby.”  Normally, Henry would quip that that was up for debate, but he was so tired, he settled for a hum, cuddling into Alex’s chest.

***

He was late.  Ellen had given him clear instructions: be ready to go to the rally at the Washington Monument at 9 AM sharp.  It was now 9:15, well past the 5 minute grace period she’d set, and Madame President was not it today.  “Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz,” she said as she approached his bedroom door.  “If you aren’t ready to go when I open this door, so help me Lord…”

She knocked once, twice, then opened the door, ready to scold Alex, but any reprimands died on her lips when she took in the sight before her.  Henry was curled up in Alex’s arms, both sleeping soundly.  It was a touching scene, but unfortunately, one that couldn’t last.  Ellen cleared her throat rather loudly, startling both her son and the Prince.  “Mom!”  “M-Madame President!”

“Diaz, you know you have a rally to get to,” she said.  “And you are now…17 minutes late.”  Alex sat up while Henry, who was as red as a tomato, stated in shock.  “Mom, I’m sorry, but Henry–”  “Your boyfriend flying in is no excuse, Sugar.”  Ellen gave Henry a sweet smile, one the Prince could tell was genuine.  “Hi baby.  And please, call me Ellen.  ‘Madame President’ makes me think someone’s about to give me bad news.”

Henry nodded, and Ellen continued.  “10 minutes, Alexander, and if you’re not downstairs, I’ll have Zahra come up here.”  “What about Henry?”  Ellen sighed.  “Bring him with you, Sugar, if he wants to go.  Or let him stay here.  I honestly don’t care.”  And she was gone, already talking on the phone about the next item on her agenda.  Alex turned to Henry.  “Do you wanna come?”  “I’d best not,” Henry said.  “Gran isn’t pleased that I’ll be with you on election night, likely photographed.  She says it’s too much of a statement.  Sorry, love.”

Alex kissed him as he rose from bed.  “Don’t worry about it, baby.  This is all Ma has me doing, then I’m free as a bird till election night.”  HE changed into a pair of jeans that hugged his ass in all the right ways and a “Claremont-Holleran 2020” t-shirt, pressing another kiss to Henry’s forehead before leaving.  “Need anything before I go?”  “I’m alright, love, thank you.”  “Course, baby.  TV remote’s here, and if you want something to eat, use the phone over here to call the kitchen.”

Alex scribbled the extension onto a post-it and stuck it to the phone, leaving one final kiss on Henry’s cheek.  “Love you, baby.”  “I love you too,” Henry replied, and Alex left, running downstairs to escape Zahra’s wrath.  While he was gone, Henry decided to do something he’d been wanting to do since Alex left London: write an addendum to his list…

***

Three hours later, Alex returned to the residence, a bit sweaty from the late October sun, but feeling happy and light.  The rally had been great, which was the foundation for his giddy feelings, but those feelings were only enhanced by the knowledge that Henry was waiting for him in the Residence.  Alex ditched his security once he was inside, taking the stairs two at a time as he jogged to his room.

He found Henry on the couch, Pride and Prejudice playing on Netflix, a box of Jaffa Cakes open on the couch beside him.  “How the hell did you get those?” Alex asked, kissing the crown of his head.  “It turns out,” Henry said, pausing the movie.  “That when you’re a Prince and you ask for something very nicely, people will give you what you want.”

When Alex scoffed, rolling his eyes, Henry laughed.  “I brought them with me, if you must know.”  “Are you kidding?” Alex replied.  “Baby, you brought fucking Jaffa Cakes with you from England?”  “Yes!  You fools don’t sell them here!”  Alex flopped onto the cough at Henry’s side.  “Baby, we gotta get you some Cosmic Brownies.  Ooh!  Or Swiss Rolls!”  Henry shook his head.  “If you’re going to mock my taste in snack foods, maybe I won’t give you what I was working on…”

“What were you working on, baby?”  “No, you don’t deserve it,” he teased, and Alex leaned on his shoulder, puppy eyes out in full force.  “Please, baby?”  “Oh, you absolute menace,” Henry said, though he was smiling.  “Here.”  He handed Alex a folded piece of paper, which Alex unfolded with a knowing smile.

An Incomplete and Ever Growing List of Things I Love About Alexandr Gabriel Claremont-Diaz: An Addendum:

The way your accent slips into your voice when you’re tired or passionate about something

How sexy you sound when you speak Spanish

The way you look when you’re sleeping, how relaxed and peaceful you look

The way the world goes quiet when you kiss me

The way you smell, like coffee and spices and home

How your clothes fit me

How good you make me feel when you fuck me

How safe you make me feel all the time

The way that you think Empire is the best Star Wars movie (wrong, dear)

How patient you are

I love you, my dearest heart.  Please, never let me go.  -Henry

P.S.: Life seems emptier without you, the soulwarmth isn’t around…  Allen Ginsberg to Peter Orlovksy.

“Oh my God,” Alex said, practically throwing himself into Henry’s arms.  “How the fuck are you so perfect?”  Henry smiled, wrapping his arms around him.  “I am far from perfect, darling, but thank you.”  Alex lifted his head, pressing his lips to Henry.  “No, you are perfect.”  He kissed his nose.  “My.”  His cheek.  “Perfect.”  His jaw.  “Fucking.”  His collarbone.  “Man.”  His chest.

“And I love you so damn much, H,” Alex concluded, kissing his lips once more.  He set the paper aside, not wanting to crush it with his next actions.  Alex straddled his boyfriend, kissing him again, this one deeper, hungrier.  “Alex,” Henry whispered, threading his fingers through his hair, tugging gently.”  “Mm, that’s something I’ll have to add to your list, baby?”

“What’s that?”  Alex smirked.  “The way you pull my hair.”  Henry let out a soft moan, sealing his lips over Alex’s once more.  “Baby?”  “Mhmm?”  “Please tell me you brought your travel-size lube,” Alex said.  “Because if I have to ask the Secret Service, I’ll die.”  Henry laughed, wrapping Alex’s legs around his waist and standing, gently tossing him onto the bed.  “Oh darling, it’s like you don’t know me at all,” Henry said, kissing him before rummaging in his suitcase.

[fragileizywriting]

<- last post

god dear god. how will sas luka even look at sas adrien after all of this? how?

they’re the same person. he didn’t have his adrien in front of him, no, but they’re the same person. same green eyes, same smile (his adrien is missing those fangs and that hauty pretentiousness, but it's something so similar to mister bug's confidence and battle-seasoned calmness that it's basically the same) same name and if this adrien rolls his eyes back like that, that means that his adrien would, too.

right?

adrien makes a show of licking his teeth clean after luka's made such a mess out of his mouth. dark kissable lips are swollen from how luka hadn't kept still— he'd tried to be polite, to not immediately jizz all over just seeing adrien kneel (hadn't this adrien mention being a prince at some point? seriously a prince? there was a prince on his knees for him?) but christ. god. luka can't do this. this has to be one of the best wet dreams of his life, an adrien and a marinette so interested in him that its concerning.

"if marinette were here, she'd say 'thank you for the meal'," adrien muses, though the humor is kind of lost on him. he's feeling so dazed. those plates on the wall aren't changing shape, are they? that's just him feeling dizzy?

luka wheezes in a breath. "i can't... wow."

"that good?" he looks so smug.

"that was incredible."

adrien's laugh is so, so sweet, and yet there's an edge to it that gives luka the impression that he's still unsure if it's okay to laugh at all whenever he wants. "i'm glad that you're so honest and so willing to be honest. wish my luka was like that."

standing back up, adrien dusts off his pants; their height differences are so much more apparent when adrien is back in his personal space. a gentle kiss on the cheek and the impulse for luka to angle his head the right way has adrien surging for another heated, tongue filled kiss, one that makes noise and white flashes pop behind luka's lids.

they haven't even pulled his pants back up.

adrien's hands are moving again, pulling and peeling off his shirt and helping him shuck off his socks, pants and underwear. each garment is thrown over adrien's shoulder, not giving a second thought— luka at least would want to fold them, keep somewhere nicer and not sprawled all over the living room, but adrien is insistent with the way he tugs off luka's underwear, kissing his shoulder with a good, good.

the prince himself still hasn't taken off a single item himself, yet luka is so unbelievably hard.

"look at you," adrien murmurs, pulling away to appraise. luka's eyes won't leave the front door, because knowing his shit luck, this is where they're interrupted and he's embarassed himself in front of other people by being completely naked. and yet his focus is diverted by another noise of approval; adrien's finger is moving up his arm and down chest, wonder and something genuine bleeding into those green eyes. "i was wondering where your tattoos finish. so symmetrical."

luka tries to smile. of all things, he tries to be present. who knows when the next time will be, if there ever is one, to have adrien's eyes focus on him and him alone. "your luka doesn't have any?"

"he does." sweeping lines of his fingers across his chest and abs, adrien paints it on his skin. "it's hidden underneath his shirt. i kind of like your tattoos showing from underneath your sleeves, though. it's so teasing." before luka is able to talk, adrien looks back up. "come on, let's go bck into the guestroom. no one's going to walk through that door for a while, but you're not focusing, and i want all of your attention."

they leave his clothes on the floor.

[anzynai]

Mistaking me for a vulgar porn bot, tss….

whenever I see ice cream or a copy of the book “the cruel prince” I think of you and then cry /j

I miss you all so so so so so much :( you, paypay,ami, all the wives , Patty, the creepy uncles, eVeRyOnE

Oh no- I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when she felt down, I didn’t know, she’s okay now you say? I’d ask what happened but we’re not private so I can’t, but please tell her that I miss my angel and that I’m hugging her and love her very much :(

love you jai. Take care ❤️❤️

it was because it was like idk ominous sounding😭😭 uh anyway, i was also thinking about you whenever i would think about the cruel prince trilogy but i didn’t think u would remember ab the icecream ur so sweet

anyways, i miss you more than u miss all of us COMBINED and i miss you more than anyone else (/hj) but i’ll always miss you and our silly little talks where we would make the most out of pocket jokes and constantly pretend to make out or our ranting about all things random. you’ll always have a place in my heart <3

umm, i think u know the stuff that went down a while ago with her bc u were there and it just re-emerged basically, but yeah she just stepped away, but we keep in touch pretty much everyday. she loves you and misses you, though i’m sure u already know that.

ive said a lot, i know that, there’s always so many things i want to say to you, but as u said, life goes on. you mean a lot to me, riv, and you made a very deep impact in my heart that i didn’t know some rando from tumblr and discord could leave. thank you for reaching out to me. i love you so much <3

[wqbytop100]

WQBY

Top100 for the week ending July 2, 2023

If We Ever Broke Up---Mae Stephens -6

Happy----NF -1

Pwdr Blu----Kx5 -5

Where Are You----John Summit, Hayla -2

Submarine----Seeb, BANNERS, SUPER-Hi -4

Die For A Night----A R I Z O N A -28

The Way----Manchester Orchestra -9

Jacare----Sofi Tukker -10

Misbehave---Ship Wrek, Disco Lines -12

Strangely Sentimental----Anabel Englund -15

Sweet Goodbye----Robin Schulz, *Svidden remix -3

I Feel Love----Freya Ridings -13

One Time----Kyle Walker -14

Sickly Sweet----Kenzie, *Kyle Walker remix -11

Borderline----Tove Lo -7

Chill Like That---Sunday Scaries, PICKUPLINES -(re-entry)

Upside Down---MEDUZA, Poppy Baskcomb -21

Waterfall----Michael Schulte, R3HAB -24

Dressed For A Funeral----Groupthink, Sunday Scaries -20

Waffle House----Jonas Brothers -19

Seasons----Bebe Rexha, Dolly Parton -27

Pearls----Jessie Ware -16

Here We Go Again----Oliver Tree, David Guetta -26

High Heels - Party Down Under----Flo Rida, Walker Hayes, * Sam Feldt remix -23

Sunset---Gus Dapperton -68

Miami----Lola Audreys f/ Nile Rodgers -29

Padam Padam----Kylie Minogue -116

Part Of Me----Cian Ducrot -18

Killer Queen----Robin Schulz, FLO BO RIVA -101

Crying On The Dancefloor----Sam Feldt, Jonas Blue, Endless Summer, Violet Days -25

Rhyme Dust----MK & Dom Dolla -8

Chemical----Post Malone -32

Church Outfit---Poppy -34

Stereo---SUM SUN, Sly Chance -31

Something's Coming----Cheat Codes, Lady A -33

Gone (Da Da Da)-----Imanbek, Jay Sean -35

Sparks-----MEDUZA, DEL-30, Mali-Koa -17

Begin Again-----Jessie Ware -38

Sweat----ESSEL -55

Feels This Good-----Sigala, Mae Muller, Caity Baser, Stefflon Don -22

This Is What Losing Someone Feels Like----JVKE -42

Psychos---Jenny Lewis -95

Dancing In The Courthouse----Dominic Fike -46

Back To You---Bob Moses, *Amtrac remix/cut -47

Eyes Wide Shut---ILLENIUM, Avril Lavigne, Travis Barker -52

Lost Souls---Jeffery Sutorius, Jay Hardway -40

Broken ----Isak Danielson, Lost Frequencies, *Lost Frequencies remix/cut -41

It's Euphoric----Georgia -96

Hey Little Mama----Morgan Evans -43

Hooked----Sam Short -44

***Dance Around It----Joel Cory, Caity Baser -(new)

***Sometimes----Snakechips, Daya, Earthgang -(new)

***Vroom----Hoodie Allen Conner Price -(new)

No One Dies From Love----Tove Lo -39

<>Highs & Lows---Chance Pena -(re-entry) new 5.21 [last 5.28 #95] 2weeks

Break For You----Valley -(re-entry) new 5.7 [last 5.28 #66] 3weeks

Toxic---AnnenMayKantereit -48

Kill For You---Gigi Perez -49

Miss Me The Same----Sara Kays, Anson Seabra -50

Good Girl ERA-----UPSAHL -51

Back Around----Tiesto, AR/CO -61

Upside----PLS&TY, Sam Samama -87

Lucid Dream----Topic -77

Disco Ball Soul----Rebounder -63

All For Love---Felix Jaehn, Sandro Cavazza -80

Over The Moon---Eddie Benjamin -69

Five4Three2One---Layto -81

Tough (The Girls Song)---Will Linley -70

Flirt To Convert---Armin Van Helden, Brittles -64

Bad---Young Bomb, Discrete, Alex Hosking -71

Tattoos & Therapy---Madilyn Bailey, Madilyn -72

Would You Even Know---Audien, Willaim Black, Tia Tia -73

A Thousand Knives-----RY X, *Enamour remix/cut -66

Lose My Mind----AC Slater, NuBass, Kaleena Zanders -78

Gangster----W&W, VINAI -109

On The Glamour---Alok, MNEK, Pablio Vittar, Eden Prince -86

Moderation----Col3trane -93

The Sound Of San Francisco -----Global Deejays, *Progressive Album cut -84

Wet White Tee Shirt----UPSAHL -85

A Year Ago----James Arthur -75

Call My Name---BLOND:ISH -76

Lungs Burn---Little Image -79

Hungry Heart----Steve Aoki, Galantis, Hayley Kiyoko -36

***Die Young---VeeBee, Rudimental -(new)

***Giving Me----Jazzy -(new)

Puppet On Your String---Abe Parker -61

<>Lipstick Lover ----Janelle Monae -(re-entry) new 6.11 [last 6.11] 1week

***Let Me Go----Theresa Rex, Afrojack -(new)

Hot In Herre----Nelly -89

The One----INJI -65

I'm Not Dead Yet-----Mike Posner -74

What The Hell Are We Dying For----Shawn Mendez -90

***From This Day On---Andrew Rayel, JES -(new)

Stars-----PNAU, Bebe Rexha, Ozuna -106

So Many Ways To Get Downtown----Proxima Parada -54

Say Say Say----Kygo, Michael Jackson, Paul McCartney -53

No One Knows Were Dancing----Everything But The Girl -56

Good Time----The Dare -45

<>Revelations----ZHU, Devault, BabyJake -(re-entry) new 5.28 [last #105 6.23]

Too Many Things----The Linda Lindas -

Don't Give Up----Zoe Wees -

Change----LAUREL -

Take Me Home----VAVO, Clara Mae -

Reborn----SIDEPIECE, *Kyle Walker remix/cut -

No One Dies From Love----Tove Lo -

Lost In The Rhythm----David Guetta, MORTEN -

Elastic Heart----Sia -

Bohemian Rhapsody----Queen -

[star-girl69]

We Do Not Wilt - Chapter Six - We Do Not Mourn

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!FemOC

a/n: this was actually one of my favorite chapters to write and i hate to sound nerdy but honestly really challenged me as a writer and i’m quite proud of it i mean it’s not that amazing but i just hope you all enjoy it as much as i do

also i just wanna mention that everything i have written so far has not been proofread by anyone other than me so i could be sounding absolutely crazy here idk

*****also i know that the family hug at the end is so unrealistic but i took creative license and i couldn’t resist so****

warnings: mentions of blood, violence, knife, swearing, injury, tell me if i missed anything!!!

—-

May ran through the halls, bursting through the doors with Daemon just behind her. She looked around, finding Alicent and her children standing by the fire. May ran forward, Alicent grasping her arms. She looked towards Aemond, the gash on his face, over his eye.

“Aemond!” May let go of Alicent, falling to her knees in front of him. He was trying to act strong, but May saw the tear in his eyes, the pain he was in. He tried to hide it, but May noticed the tears in his eye. “It’s alright,” May placed a hand on his face. “I know, I know. It’s alright.” He didn’t believe her.

“How could you let this happen?” Viserys asked Ser Harrold. “I will have answers.”

“The princes were supposed to be abed, My King.”

“Who had the watch?” Alicent stood next to May, breathing erratic.

“The young prince was attacked by his own cousins, Your Grace.” May’s eyes flicked to Lucerys and Jacaerys, who were holding each other tightly. Where were their parents? She thought, words dripping with venom.

“You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!” Viserys shouted.

“I’m very sorry, Your Grace.” Ser Harrold said, bowing his head slightly in respect.

“The Kingsguard has never had to defend princes from princes.” Ser Criston said. Viserys stepped forward.

“That is no answer!”

“It will heal, will it not, maester?” Alicent asked, as the maester cleaned Aemond’s wound. The hall grew silent, and everyone turned to them.

“The flesh will heal,” He responded. “But the eye is lost, Your Grace.” Alicent let out a breathy sob, and May bit back tears for her poor, sweet nephew.

Alicent turned on Aegon. “Where were you?”

“Me?” She slapped him. May gasped, unable to get up from her knees. She had been six months pregnant when the babe died, and her stomach was only dead weight.

She remembered waddling around the Keep, maids or Daemon always helping her to stand.

“What was that for?” Aegon yelled, hand pressed to his cheek.

“That was nothing compared to the abuse your brother suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool.” She hissed, hitting his chest lightly.

“What is the meaning of this?!” May flinched at the voice of Lord Corlys, him and Princess Rhaenys running down the stairs.

“Baela, Rhaena! What happened?” The princess shouted, wrapping the girls up tight in her arms while they cried.

“Jace? Luke!” Rhaenyra shouted, running towards her children and kneeling in front of them. May noticed Ser Harwin trailing behind her. They seemed to have arrived together. May fought the urge to gag. His wife’s body not even cold. “Show me, show me, who did this?” She yelled upon seeing Luke’s broken nose.

“They attacked me!” Aemond shouted.

“He attacked Baela!”

“He broke Luke’s nose!”

The hall was filled with the shouting of all the children, placing blame on the other, giving justifications. May wasn’t even sure what they were saying.

“Enough.” She heard Viserys proclaim, but the children could not hear him over the sound of their own anger. “Enough-“

“It should be my son telling the tale!” Alicent shouted, hand to her chest.

“Silence!” Viserys bellowed, banging his cane onto the floor. The hall turned quiet. Rhaenyra’s children leaned down to whisper to her. She stood up, standing in front of them. “Aemond… I will have the truth of what happened. Now.”

“What else is there to hear? Your son has been maimed. Her son is responsible.” Alicent blamed.

“It was a regrettable accident.” Rhaenyra tried, although May could tell she didn’t quite believe her own words.

“Accident?” May asked from her place at the floor. “The Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush. He meant to kill my nephew.”

“Another Hightower on her knees in front of a Targaryen. How fitting,” Ser Harwin mused, eyes flicking to all three Hightowers in the room. He walked toward Rhaenyra, standing next to her and the boys. He made no effort to hide his insult. His eyes settled on May.

Shame fills her.

“Brother,” Daemon said, voice hoarse with anger. “He is attacking my wife. I cannot stand for this. I will not.”

“I meant nothing by it, My Prince. Simply pointing out a fact.”

“All of you-“ Viserys took a breath. “Cease this bickering. This is about the children.” May glanced back at Daemon, seeing him stare at Ser Harwin with a vengeance.

“Daemon, my love, help me up, please,” May whispered, and he could not ignore her call. His hands curled under her shoulders, lifting her high. It was a show of strength, May knew, and she felt Daemons hands slip around her waist as her feet touched the ground.

“It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves.” Rhaenyra proclaimed. “Vile insults were levied against them.” Viserys turned.

“What insults?”

“The legitimacy of my sons birth was put loudly to question.”

“What?”

“He called us bastards,” One of Rhaenyra’s boys said. May turned to Aemond. He knew better.

“My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace. This is the highest of treasons. Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders.” May put a hand over her heart.

“Over an insult?” Alicent asked, voice breathy with disbelief. “My son has lost an eye.” Her voice was rough, coarse with pain for her son.

“You tell me, boy. Where did you hear this lie?” Viserys questioned.

“The insult was training hard bluster. The lot of boys, it was nothing-“

“Aemond…” Viserys interrupted his wife. “I asked you a question.”

“Where is Ser Laenor, I wonder? The boys father? Perhaps he might have something to say in the matter.”

“Yes. Where is Ser Laenor?”

“I do not know, Your Grace. I… could not find sleep. I had gone out to walk.”

“Entertaining his young squires is what I would venture.” Everyone looked at Alicent. To say something like that so boldly about the future King Consort was something that would surely be remembered.

“Aemond… Look at me.” Aemond’s eye looked upwards to his father. “Your king demands an answer. Who spoke these lies to you?”

May felt her breath stop as Aemond looked over to his mother. No. No. She could not lose her sister. May leaned back into Daemon, grabbing at his arms around her.

“No, no,” She whispered, and Daemon whispered softly into her ear.

“He is a smart boy. Do not fret, my love,”

Viserys turned to Alicent, then back to his son. May wanted to scream. Aemond looked back at his father.

“It was Aegon.”

“Me?” The boy asked, staring at the ground. Viserys walked towards him.

“And you, boy? Where did you hear such calumnies?” He didn’t answer. “Aegon!” Viserys yelled loudly, and May flinched. “Tell me the truth of it!”

“We know, father.” He swallowed. “Everyone knows. Just look at them.” Everyone turned to Rhaenyra and her family. Fear sparked in her eyes, and she grabbed at her children, pulled them closer.

“This interminable infighting must cease! All of you! We are family! Now make your apologies and show good will to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it.” Tears welled in Alicent’s eyes.

“That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged permanently, My King. ‘Good will’ cannot make him whole.”

“I know, Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye.”

“No, because it’s been taken.”

“What would you have me do?”

“There is a debt to be paid.” May’s eyes widened. While she agreed that it was not enough, she would never command the taking of a child’s eye. “I shall have one of her son’s eyes in return.”

“My dear wife,” Viserys said haltingly, taking a step forward.

“He is your son, Viserys.” May let go of Daemon, walked swiftly to her sister. She grabbed her arms, then her chin. Forced her to look into her eyes.

“Alicent, sister, do not do this.” Her voice became a whisper. “Do not ruin all that we have worked for. Do not sully the Hightower name.”

“He is your blood,” Alicent whispered. May nodded.

“He is. And you are mine. I will not lose you to this.”

“Alicent…” Viserys started, walking closer. “Do not allow your temper to guide your judgement.” He looked the two women up and down.

“If the king will not seek justice the Queen will.” Her voice was cold, unforgiving. “Ser Criston… bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.”

“Mother!” Luke shouted, and May felt for the child. She dug her nails into Alicent’s arms, hoping the pain will shock her back into reason.

“Alicent. Do not do this, sister. I beg of you.”

“He can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son.”

“You will do no such thing.” Rhaenyra declared, voice filled with fear. May could not blame her.

“Stay your hand,” Viserys said to Ser Criston. Alicent wrenched herself from May’s hold.

“No, you are sworn to me!” She shouted. Love for her son was fogging her mind. The room waited for the knight’s response.

“As your protector, my Queen.”

“Alicent, this matter… is finished.” Viserys spoke. “Do you understand?” He stood barely a foot in front of her. Alicent’s eyes searched Viserys’, seeming not to find what she was looking for. “And let it be known: anyone whose tongue dares the question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra’s sons should have it removed.”

“Thank you, Father.”

Viserys turned.

Alicent rushed forward, grabbing the dagger the king always carried and marching toward Rhaenyra. Shouts rent the air, May’s included.

Rhaenyra turned around and grabbed Alicent’s arms. The children screamed, Daemon ran to May. Before he could come to her, May had run over to her sister.

She would do anything for her.

Rhaenyra put a hand on May’s chest, keeping her at arms length. May’s fingers went to her hand, but found that the Princess’ grip was strong, nails dug into her chest. Rhaenyra’s other hand grabbed Alicent’s arm, the one with the knife in it. Alicent’s other arm grabbed Rhaenyra’s arm, the one holding May. Her nails dug into Rhaenyra’s sleeves.

Rhaenyra’s audacity to put her hands on May only fueled the fire inside of Alicent.

“You’ve gone too far.” Rhaenyra hissed.

“Us?” Alicent asked, a tear falling down her face. The three women shuffled back and forth, feet losing and gaining purchase on the floor.

“What have we done, but what was asked of us? Expected of us?” The shame May had felt when Harwin had insulted her, the words Otto had proclaimed all those years ago, foreseeing the death of Alicent’s children, the pain Aemond was suffering all fueled May’s anger. Daemon always said she had a piece of dragon fire in her. This was the fire.

“Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law!” Alicent shouted. Rhaenyra eyed the knife. “While you flout it all to do as you please!” May felt her own tears fall down her face.

“Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? Respect, honor?” May shouted. Her voice dropped. “It’s trampled under your pretty foot again.”

“Release her, my girls.” Otto’s voice. The two women ignore him, for once in their lives. They are consumed by this anger, this passion, this fire.

“You take Aemond’s eye!” May screamed, tears falling faster.

“And to even that, you feel entitled.” Alicent hissed.

“Exhausting, wasn’t it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness.” Her eyes flicked from May to Alicent. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Now they see you as you are.” Alicent let out a yell, knife coming down to slash Rhaenyra’s arm. Her other arm swooped out, taking May with her.

Revenge is bittersweet.

May wanted to scream more. She wanted everyone to know that it was not them in the wrong- it was Rhaenyra. All she did was take and take. She has taken Aemond’s eye, she takes a lover, she takes duty and honor and bathes it in dragonfire. Where is her respect? Her common decency? Does she just not realize how lucky she is? She is free. She is free to take eyes, to take lovers, to take duty and honor and bathe it in dragonfire because she is a princess, and the rest of the world is beneath her.

May can admit that most of her anger towards Rhaenyra stems from jealously, and she is undeserving of it. She knows that. She knows her flaws. But it is so hard not to grow to hate that woman when she flaunts her freedom in front of the world.

May wanted to tell her that they know she will take Alicent’s children and kill them for the throne. That that promise from Otto has hung over them like a blade day after day.

Who else is there to blame, except Rhaenyra? That has been drilled into her since she came to King’s Landing, to the den of vipers called the Red Keep. That’s all Otto had told her.

Rhaenyra was to blame. Rhaenyra had to be to blame, because that is what her father told her and that must be true. He would not lie to her and Alicent. He loves his daughters.

May let out a sob.

“It’s alright,” Alicent murmurs, wrapping her arms around May’s neck. Aemond walks over, placing his head onto May’s chest.

May wraps an arm around him in response, and Alicent removes one of her arms from May’s neck to wrap around him.

The hall clears out. They do not move.

Helaena walks over, tears in her eyes, her hatred of violence showing. She buries her face into her mothers neck, and Alicent adjusts her arm to wrap around her as well. Aegon stays off to the side.

“Come here, sweetling,” Alicent murmurs and he puts his face into his aunts hair.

It is a sweet moment. And Alicent wonders if she holds tight enough, she can keep her family together like this. Forever.

The toll of the day has been felt on Alicent. Her sisters eyes are spilling tears, and Alicent can only think of her and her children. She has lost so much today. Her son’s eye, the respect of the king, of the court. She has sullied the Hightower name, all because of this anger, this need for revenge that she could not contain. And she dragged May into it, dragged her children into it.

Was this her punishment? For wounding Rhaenyra, demanding one of her children’s eyes. She would take it all back. She would give her own eye, if it meant her family could stay like this for just a few moments longer.

But Alicent knows her foolishness has ruined them. And for once, she does not know how to fix this.

“Do not mourn me.” Aemond whispers. “I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon.”

From somewhere on Driftmark, Vhagar roars.

—-

[cityofdreams-writing]

Sweet Prince

Rating: E

Pairing: Hyunjin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.5K

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Rimming, shameless smut, light swearing, bondage, gagging, and I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything.

Author: @cityofdreams-writing

Description: Your sweet prince deserves a treat, and you give him one.

Notes: A short little drabble for @echoslocket, thank you for all the pins and the inspiration. Inspired by this GIF, pictured above.

Soundtrack: None

Hyunjin's beautiful brown eyes shine as they look up at you. Your sweet, sweet prince, laying down on his stomach, thighs flexing as he spreads his legs for you. His voice is muffled around the gag in his mouth. His plush lips are slick with saliva as it drips down his chin and onto the pillow. His wrists are bound with a black silk ribbon, dark as his glossy black hair. His white button-up shirt is undone, revealing toned abs, perky nipples and milky pale skin.

"Oh, my sweet little prince…look at you, you're so obedient for me." You coo, smiling at how the man whines at your praises.

You thumb at his bottom lip, caressing it and seeing him close his eyes and lean into your touch. 

"Can I eat you out, sweet boy?" You murmur, chuckling a little as he nods eagerly.

You take out the gag, breaking the thread of saliva that follows—although not before warning him—just so you can hear his sounds. The sight that results is absolutely breathtaking.

Hyunjin lies there, blissed out and covered in purpling marks. His eyes are closed, lips parted in a soft sigh of pleasure as a beautiful flush paints his cheeks, chest, and neck. Drool drips down his chin and coats his lips.

"You're such a good puppy, aren't you~?" You coo at him, watching as he nods and whimpers eagerly.

"Y-yes, 'm good puppy, all f'you~!" You smile sweetly at how he can't even form a proper sentence and slowly trace his rim with your tongue, feeling him clench around nothing. His dick weeps pre-cum, the red tip aching for any kind of stimulation that you don't give him. He's putty in your hands, the way you've got him so fucked out that he can't even form a proper sentence, and you haven't even touched him properly. You feel him tense up, his body preparing for the pleasure you're about to give him.

"Shh…I got you baby. Just relax for me, yeah?~" Your voice is a deep, soothing hum that makes him shiver and relax under your touch.

You stroke his thighs as you slowly lick around his rim. The soft, airy moans and wet sounds you make have him bucking his hips into your mouth for more.

"M-more, please, love~!" Your tongue traces circles on his prostate, making him cry out your name.

Oh, if you could only see the state he's in now.

His eyes, glossy with tears, flutter shut as they roll down his flushed cheeks. His tongue lolls out as he pants heavily, drool pooling and dripping off of it. He can feel you, inside him. Every movement, every little flick of your tongue against his prostate, he can feel it.

And he's so overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with all of the sensations he's feeling.

"Nngh, hah, fuck, feels so g-good~!" You hear his voice moan brokenly.

"Are you close?~ My little prince is going to cum untouched, isn't he~?" You snarl against his clenching hole, making him whimper out a choked yes.

You press your tongue against the sensitive gland, making him scream loudly as his mind-numbing orgasm washes over him. You ride him out, licking until it's painful for him.

You pull out, seeing him bury his face in your neck. Weirdly enough, his cheeks are warm. You cup his cheeks, frowning and a little concerned.

"What is it sweetheart? Talk to me." 

"M-more…p-please…" His whimpers are muffled by your hands.

You smirk wickedly.

"Round two, darling~?"

[bottomshuichi]

Random dr characters react to you asking to ride them

taka, byakuya, leon, souda, gundham, kaito and rantaro - nsfw

if i missed anyone you want these of, leave an ask!!! ill do whoever :D

also may make a reverse one of characters reacting to u asking them to ride u.......... if u guys want that hehe

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

“Y-You want to what?!”

Blushes like crazy man cannot handle a thing.

Low key scared you’d get hurt when you bottomed out

He’d absolutely let you because hes a gentleman.

newfound fav thing wow. nervous to ask you to do it again so he kind of just gets you into the position when youre kissing heheh

“You look so good like this-”

slowly hed become more and more comfortable and hold your hips and help you. praise you!!!!!!!!!! tell you how good you were doing

HOLDS UR HAND WHILE U RIDE HIM CRIES

constantly asking if youre okay and if you’re too tired :’))) “Y-You can stop if you need to! I can take over”

But when you shush him and tell him to stop worrying and start riding him faster hed m e l t. just go into shock and watch you do ur thing

Byakuya Togami

“Oh? Really? Why should I let you, hm?”

He’d tease you for asking but secretly hes very proud of you for being able to get the courage to come out and say it.

Either treat you like you’re priceless if youre genuinely nervous or be a complete asshole the entire time. No in between. 

“Careful, my treasure. Don’t want to rush yourself.” // “Well? You going to do it or what? You wanted this, may I remind you.”

Wouldn’t touch you very much, just look up at you and watch your face as you grab onto him for dear life and rock on him.

Hed mark you up tho. so much. just to make sure everyone you see knows youre his

He would hold your face though, whispering to you. Also would absolutely hold your throat.

“Come sit on your throne, my prince(ss).”

Once he was close he would lose his cool persona and pull your hips down and fuck up into you and curse and growl and doubwdddaodubawodihawoi bruhrruh thank u sm togami

Leon Kuwata

He’d just bite his lip and. be like aw shiiiiii

i imagine him to be kinky but have no idea ab it and neither do u so all of the sudden hes like mega egotistical 

“Why didn’t you say so earlier, baby?” 

He’d grab ur hips and just immediately have his tongue down ur throat as soon as u asked him

From then on he’d make you ride him like every time u got busy bc he just loves to see u all desperate and doin all the work.

you wanting him immediately gets him off bc ego smh

“That’s right. Bounce on that dick.”

touches ur chest/butt while u ride him bc he likes jiggle. bonus points if he can motorboat u

like togami he’ll sit back and watch a lot, one hand on your hip biting his lip. the sight of u literally gets him off as much as fucking you

Kazuichi Souda

jfc this dude. nosebleed instantly 

“Holy shit, please! That’d be so hot- I, holy shit.”

he can barely handle sex by itself, now youre gonna do this to him??? jeez what were you thinking.

i hc that he basically goes feral during sex just. rlly fast and hard and loud and just streams of dirty talk

so hes basically holding your hips and fucking up into you and praising/degrading you (whatever hes in the mood for) 

Youd barely be able to ride him, it’d mostly be him fucking up into you while you just shake above him and hold onto him for dear life

“You’re so good, feels so good, f-fuck baby,”

can go for a while,,,, which is a benefit of him doing most of the work bc you’d prolly collapse if you rode him for as long as he would want you to 

hed just go so fast you’d be writhing and drooling all over yourself bc you can’t form a sentence. just goin wild. my man.

Gundham Tanaka 

queue blushing scarf sprite

“O-Oh! My rose! I didn’t expect such a request from you... But... I suppose you can, yes.”

Hes nervous literally up until the sex itself, where he becomes just. huge soft dom vibes lol

holds u so gently hehehe. little groans and praises bc wow he loves u so much

“That’s my beautiful little pearl. You’re doing wonderfully for me.”

Keeps it very slow and loving, making sure you know how well you’re doing every second. 

will tuck your hair behind your ear and stroke your face and hush you when you whine too loud

loves to look you in the eyes n will rest his forehead on yours. he loves your expressions so so much

hums very deeply. you know the gundham voice. hes just so pleased and so proud of you for doing so well.

kisses everywhere :) n soft bites and hickeys as a reminder you’re his

Kaito Momota

This guy. God he’d get a boner in a millisecond.

“Y-You’d do that??”

Touches u all over when you do. Like wow he’s. Yeah. So in awe genuinely can’t form a sentence at the sight of you.

Praise u so much tho. In a kaito way.

“You’re so strong! Look at you! You can sit all the way down, take all of me in. Such a good baby.”

After the first time he often just sits against the headboard and touches himself inviting you to sit on him :3

Or he’ll flip u over mid fuck and just lay back and flex his muscles while you bounce on him Bc wow his ego. Bigger than his dick.

Kisses your neck n chest while you ride him

Rantaro Amami

holy shit i am gonna have a stroke writing this im a whore for rantaro anyways

“I believe that can be arranged, my love.”

the first time hed be waiting for you all ready and beckon you with his finger and hed have all his rings on and hngngggggggg

praise the fuck out of you if ur nervous. just telling you how good you’re doing and being so gentle and sweet. my beloved

but when ur comfy enough. oh god. the god complex comes out. hes just staring at you with this fucking look and taking in all of your sounds and iefubaieufiudh

“You’re doing so good, you look so beautiful. So gorgeous sitting on my cock.”

His jewelry would jingle when you bounced what the FUCK

absolutely hold your waist and scratch you up. also bite your collarbones i know that man loves collarbones

would roll his hips up to meet yours and push himself deeper and bite his lip when you cry out at it

a lot of eye contact. hed encourage you to keep your eyes open if you were scared to look at him too. just staring you in the eyes and groaning just to turn you on more knowing youre on this man’s dick and BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEee i may pass away

Haha simps

[cat3ch1sm]

Hello my friend!! I know I mentioned doing an Agni and Prince Soma s/o preference headcannons (since their content is so little out here :( ) BUT!!! Could I also request you do a Bard x femreader smut? Or as far nsfw as you are willing to go? And I know you wanted ideas for ‘pet names’ so here’s what I like - babe, love, doll, sweet face (<- I usually call the other person that last one 😂 idk) whenever you have time!! I know you work hard on your writing and I don’t want to rush you at all! Hope all is well :) ✌️

🌲| fucking hell this took ages. im so sorry wtf thank you so much for the kindness and patience<33 for the record this is a request made before my hiatus!

"I'm glad you were finally able to get away from work," you sighed, head resting on Bardroy's chest and his arm around your shoulders. "Really, I don't know why you insist on staying over there- the Phantomhives aren't people I would want to spend time with daily..."

Bardroy chuckled understandingly. "They aren't the most pleasant, I'll admit that. But I've got friends over there that make the time bearable. Pay's not half bad either." He grinned mischievously before going on. "And anyway, the only Phantomhive that I work for is Ciel, and the kid behaves a lot worse than he is."

"Yeah... one can only put up an act for so long," you agreed, tone somewhat wistful. "Listen-" you sat up some, resting your hands where your head was and facing Bardroy, who looked back at you questioningly. "Isn't there any way you could... take a bit more time off? I feel like I'm seeing you less and less during the day, and you don't even stay here with me at night. I don't want to come off as clingy or anything, but I do miss you...sometimes," you added sheepishly, suddenly mortified at your confession.

Bardroy sighed as you laid back down on his chest, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through your hair. "I know, and I miss you too- but I do want you to understand this isn't a job I can just... you know, leave when I feel like it. Believe me, if I could, I'd recommend you to Ciel himself- but unfortunately, that just isn't how it works." Another sigh. "Look, whatever you want to make it up to you, I'm here."

You smiled lovingly up at your boyfriend before looking back down at the bedsheets. "I know you're trying, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. I'm just worried that we're missing out on things. We don't go on dates. I see you maybe less than forty-eight hours a week. And we haven't done anything really romantic... in fact, I think this right here is the furthest we've gone." You laughed a little, trying to make it seem like that didn't bother you. However, Bardroy's lips spread into a smirk.

"And how far would you like us to go, pretty?" A bit roughly, he took your chin in his hand and tilted your head up towards his, a sly glint in his eye as his gaze locked with yours. A rush of heat washed over your cheeks as you realized what you'd said.

Your eyes widening, you quickly tried to amend your previous statement. "Of course, I don't mean- it's really no pre-"

"But do you want to?"

You blinked, staying quiet for a minute. You knew exactly what he meant, and despite the little time you'd been able to spend with Bardroy, you knew that he didn't have ill intent. There wasn't a truly evil bone in his body. And you definitely wanted to go further than just the occasional fruitless make out session once every other week or so when you actually got to see him.

You glanced up at Bardroy, wide-eyed but your confidence rising. "Yes-"

The word was barely halfway out of your mouth when he kissed you, making you draw in a sharp breath at the suddenness of it. His hand was wrapped beneath your jaw and chin; his lips were warm and inviting, making it impossible to not kiss him back. His tongue made its way into your mouth, deeper than it ever had before, and your hands came up to cup his cheeks, fingertips running across the rough stubble along his jaw.

Bardroy pulled away abruptly after a few more seconds to peer into your eyes, his stare so intense you felt you would melt right there. "Still not enough, Y/N?"

You were about to answer when suddenly Bardroy's lips were on your neck just below your jawline, the tip of his nose brushing against your skin. Abruptly, he sat up, taking you with him and forcefully adjusting you so that you were sitting in his lap, his legs stretched out beneath you. Suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, you averted your eyes as his head moved down further, tugging down the neckline of your shirt to reach your collarbone. Meanwhile, his other hand slid down your body down to your thighs; you could feel his fingertips gently push your thighs apart and slip beneath your dress; you gave him a furtive glance.

Bardroy, sensing your eyes on him, glanced back up at you with a sly expression on his face and chuckled a little. "Ah, don't give me that look. You were the one talking about how we hadn't gone far enough."

Your face heated up and you turned your gaze to the ceiling, trying to hide your small smile. "Yeah, I know."

Bardroy scoffed good-naturedly. "Just relax for me, alright, doll? I'll make you feel good." With that, he straightened back up to kiss you on the lips and, sliding his fingers into your dampening panties, began to rub your clit gingerly, just barely making contact.

You almost broke the kiss as a pleasured sigh slipped out, you head falling back just slightly, but Bardroy caught your chin again, his lips spreading into a mischievous smile as he kept his pace, making sure he didn't touch you too much despite you occasionally bucking your hips.

"Easy, Y/N... I'm not going anywhere."

You bit your lower lip petulantly, eyebrows furrowing. "Then stop teasing."

Bardroy arched a brow and suddenly pressed harder on your clit, causing you to emit a broken whine. Watching your face flush, he chuckled lightly. "If you don't like my teasing, why are you moaning?"

Your hand came up to cover your face, your lips pressed firmly together. "Stop," you pleaded. You could feel your own slick on the skin of your inner thighs, and it was driving you crazy.

"Mm. So you just want me to go ahead and finger you?" Bardroy queried, fingers rolling your clit in between the tips; you had to struggle to stop your thighs from pressing together.

You hesitated for a split second, but soon you gave in to the increasingly good feeling of his hand in between your legs, your nod barely detectable. Somewhat reassuringly, his free hand squeezed one side of your waist as the other hiked your dress further up your thighs and your underwear further down.

Bardroy slipped a single finger into your entrance, the initial feeling making you wince in discomfort, which he noticed. "If this hurts, you need to let me know, alright babe?"

You nodded again, just trying to focus on adjusting, toes clenching and unclenching as you slowly felt yourself relax enough to allow Bardroy to move his finger.

Soon enough, your breathing began to grow heavy, and he slid a second finger in when he knew it was starting to feel good. Your hands, resting on his shoulders, squeezed them as the sensation grew.

"Please- do you think you could go a little faster?" you asked, lips parted and eyelashes fluttering as your chest rose and fell. The discomfort had faded now, replaced with a growing knot of pleasure that threatened to come undone with every movement of Bardroy's fingers.

"Should I?" Bardroy wondered aloud, curling his fingers and making you gasp. "I certainly wouldn't want you to ruin these pretty panties of yours..."

Your voice was airy when you replied. "Mm- Bardroy, I don't care. Please just go faster."

"Alright, then." He obliged, a smile on his face, and you thrust your hips forward, wanting his fingers to go deeper and whimpering with every pulse.

"Aw- I love the way you look when you do that, love. You know- if you wanna come so bad, you can help get yourself off." Bardroy's other hand left your waist to take one of your hands, guiding it down in between your own legs. Looking down a bit sheepishly, you slowly began to rub your own throbbing clit, gradually picking up speed as you realized how much it added to the pleasure you were already experiencing.

"There you go, love," Bardroy praised you softly as your eyes started to roll into the back of your head, your hips squirming. "Aren't you the prettiest thing, trying to make yourself come?"

You didn't respond, breathing hard as you began to rub your clit more frantically, simultaneously thrusting into Bardroy's fingers as the pleasure slowly began to overwhelm you.

"Bardroy- I think I'm gonna- aah! I-"

"Go ahead and cum for me, darling." Tenderly, he smoothed back a strand of hair sticking to your face.

"Oh- oh, fuck- oh!" Hand still on your clit, you squirted around Bardroy's fingers, body shaking as you did. Your juices spilled down your thighs and dripped down his wrist, you almost in tears as Bardroy fingered you sloppily, whimpering in ecstasy as your high finally came.

After a few more seconds, you had started to relax, and Bardroy gently withdrew his fingers, holding you by the waist with both hands while your breathing slowed. Letting out one last heavy exhale, you allowed yourself to relax, almost exhausted as you melted into his arms.

Bardroy, observing the wetness on his fingers, smirked and turned back to look at you; you were laying back down on the bed. "Hey, Y/N."

You tiredly turned to look at him. "Yeah?"

"Far enough for ya?" His smirk widened.

"Oh, shut up."

[merlieve]

all of these are poc friendly, mostly are fem reader, but i clarify at the start. requests are open!

© merlieve 2021

𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 ౨ৎ

I do not support JKR’s actions, I am only a fan of this franchise !

Famous Last Words (Harry Potter X Reader)

Pen Pals (Harry Potter X Reader)

Nobody (Harry Potter X Reader)

Daisy (Harry Potter X Reader)

Mistletoe (Harry Potter X Reader)

Love Letters (Harry Potter X Reader)

Better Than You (Harry Potter X Reader)

“I Don’t Like Your New Shampoo,” (Harry Potter X Reader)

Dancing In The Rain (Harry Potter X Reader)

Sleepy Bitch (Harry Potter X Reader)

Broken Ankle (Harry Potter X Reader)

Just Smile For Me (Harry Potter X Reader)

Traitor (Harry Potter X Reader)

Siriusly? (Harry Potter X Reader)

Hoe-bbies (Harry Potter X Reader)

He Changed. (Harry Potter X Reader)

Cheater (Harry Potter X Reader)

Mean Tweets (Harry Potter X Reader, modern au)

Period (Harry Potter X Reader)

Hallowe’en Headcannons (Harry Potter X Reader)

Secret Relationship (Harry Potter X Reader)

New Year (Harry Potter X Reader)

𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔𝗡 𝗘 ౨ৎ

I Love You (Gilbert Blythe X Reader)

Miss You (Gilbert Blythe X Reader)

Courting Gilbert Blythe Would Include (Gilbert Blythe X Reader)

I’m Only Me When I’m With You (Gilbert Blythe X Reader)

Froot (Jerry Baynard X Reader)

𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦 𝗨𝗞 ౨ৎ

Bloody hell, series. ongoing. (cassie ainsworth x reader)

I , II

𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗬 ౨ৎ

Don’t you forget about me (Abed Nadir X Reader)

𝗚𝗜𝗟𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗦 ౨ৎ

Bibliophile (Jess Mariano X Reader)

She’s my collar (Jess Mariano X Reader | Headcanon)

𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ౨ৎ

Teenage Dirtbag (Eddie Munson X Reader | Headcanon)

𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗢𝗡 ౨ৎ

Sketch (Benedict Bridgerton X Reader)

White Dress (Benedict Bridgerton X Reader)

Ultraviolence (Benedict Bridgerton X Reader)

Fearless (Benedict Bridgerton X Reader)

Training Wheels, series. rewritting (Anthony Bridgerton X Reader)

I, II (coming soon…)

Bitter Sweet Symphony (Anthony Bridgerton X Reader)

Thirteen Beaches (Eloise Bridgerton X Reader)

Pay Your Way In Pain (Anthony Bridgerton X Reader)

Say Yes to Heaven (Prince Friedrich X Reader)

𝗦𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗗 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 ౨ৎ

Pillow (Cho Sangwoo X Reader)