#bbygirl is glowing

[idyllicbby]

just thinking about Sevika’s name & how it’s connected to her characterization outside of her relationship/role with Silco.

i always perceived Sevika being a “servant” more in a livestock guardian way than anything else. she’s not servant to any man. she’s servant to her community she wants to protect, to the revolution she wants to cultivate, and to her loyalty bc it will make her choose her people over herself every time even if they do not do the same for her.

the servant who doesn’t mind having blood on her fur and a spiked collar around her neck because she would rather have the wounds than anyone else, showing her endless love for them through the acts of service & protection

[levinbolts]

VALEN FELLGROVE ・ THE DARK URGE

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

Arjuna is so cool but I’m specifically hunting kingu for sport for this

[watatsumiis]

I'd trust Dottore to do my top surgery I think

[aemondsbabe]

The Gods and Everyone

summary: you and aemond sorely overestimate how much time you have before a small council meeting, which leaves the two of you in quite a scandalous predicament

pairing: aemond targaryen x reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, cockwarming, public sex, slight breeding kink, fingering, aemond being an absolute menace, dirty talk, aegon being a little shit but what else is new, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 5.6k

a/n: based on an anon request for cockwarming! i hope you're still with me and that you enjoy this, friend! sorry it took me so long to get to it!

creds to @bbygirl-aemond for the gif!

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You watch, concerned, as your husband flits around the Small Council chamber, your eyes following his lithe form as he checks and re-checks the parchment with notes he had written for himself earlier that morning – you’d awoken in the pale hour just before sunrise to see him already hunched over the small desk in your chambers, scribbling away furiously with a quill, his pale hair glowing in the dim light of the candle next to him. All of your attempts to lure him back into bed with you had fallen on deaf ears. 

“You know you needn't do all this,” you point out, perched against the Small Council table, your eyes tracking him as he paces back and forth across the space, going over his notes for the upteenth time, “Your only job is to be on time like everyone else, husband.”

“Things will improve with time,” he rushes out, fixing you with a pointed look, “Hardly two moons have passed since Viserys…” He pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose, “The least I can do is ease this transition for Aegon and mother.”

“My love, it is a transition for us all,” you soothe, striding to him and gently taking his hand. His fingers, rough from all his years of training with swords and spears, instantly wrap around your own as he lets out a tired sigh, “You included. Aegon named you Master of War, not master of everything.” 

“I know,” Aemond murmurs, eye softening as his gaze traces over you, “I find it hard to be still when there is so much chaos – Dorne has yet to be subdued and there are whispers of rebellion from the North. There is so much still to be accounted for.”

“I understand,” you reassure him, your fingers threading through his long, silvery hair, lips quirking into a smile as the gesture makes his eye flutter closed for a second. “But all this stress cannot be good for you, husband,” you sigh, gazing up at him with a mournful smile, “You need rest and calm and…and I need you.” You nearly whisper, blush creeping across your cheeks as Aemond’s eye darkens. 

“Sweetling—“ He starts with a sigh. 

“Aemond, please,” you cut him off, wrapping your arms around his trim waist as you lay your head against his chest, his heart thumping in your ear, “I cannot bear to hear another excuse, I feel as if you have been away for weeks.” 

He’s quiet for a moment, wrapping his long, lean arms tightly around you as he rests his chin on your head, your breaths the only sound in the stony chamber. “I’m sorry,” he finally whispers, smoothing a hand up and down your back, “I miss you too, my sweet girl.” 

You hum, leaning further into his embrace after going without it for so long, “You haven’t touched me in weeks.” You say quietly, his touch already igniting a spark in the pit of your stomach. 

“Perhaps tonight,” his breath is warm against the top of your head as he speaks into your hair, “I will try to cut my meeting with–”

“You’ve been saying that for weeks,” you cut him off once more with a sigh, pulling back to look up at him, “I can’t take anymore, my love, I need to feel you.” You whine, nearly petulant like a spoiled child. If it were any other time, if you were any less desperate, you’d be embarrassed at your behavior. Right now, though, you could not find it within yourself to care as you stared into your husband’s darkened eye, finally feeling the passion you had gone so many weeks without. 

Aemond chuckles as he looks down at you, conflicted between feeling pleased to see you reduced to such a state while also feeling a similar fire in his own belly. “Sweetling, the meeting–”

“Is not due to start for at least another hour!” You interrupt, determined to persuade him to this. Taking you in various parts of the Keep was not new to him, both of you had plenty of memories from your courtship and first year of marriage of rutting together in all sorts of nooks and crannies of the old castle. 

Aemond gazes at you for a long moment, an unreadable expression on his face, though his eye remains dark with desire. After a second, he nods to himself almost imperceptibly, seeming to come to some decision you weren’t privy to. Finally, finally his lips descend upon yours as he sweeps you into an all-consuming kiss, his arms tightening around your waist as he pulls you to him, groaning lowly in his throat as he licks into your mouth. You shiver in his grasp, finally tasting him properly after so long as you whimper and whine into his mouth.

“Aemond,” you gasp as you finally part from him, mewling as he immediately trails kisses down your jaw, “What–”

“Seems I can never deny you for very long, sweetling,” he huffs, halfway laughing as he guides you over to the large table, pulling you up by the waist until you’re sitting on the cool stone table, your legs bracketing his trim waist, “I’ve missed you too, my love.” He confesses, sweeping a lock of hair from your shoulder before trailing kisses up across your neck and jaw, one hand already desperately pulling up the bottom of your gown.

You huff out small moans and whimpers, relishing his warm touch. His nimble fingers finally manage to undo the knot at the front of your smallclothes and he tugs them down quickly, leaving you bare for him under your skirts as they fall to a pile on the floor just beside his chair at the table. 

“Husband,” you pant, tugging at the drawstrings at the top of his trousers, “Please, please do not make me beg today, I–” Your train of thought is cut off as a moan, louder than it should be given the location, tears itself from your throat when you feel his long fingers ghost over your center.

“Shh, darling,” Aemond grins as he feels your arousal immediately coat his fingers, a pleased hum emanating from deep in his chest as he feels it already coating the insides of your thighs as well, “I don’t have the patience to restrain myself today, sweet one,” he mutters, watching your face carefully as he spreads your folds and teases your entrance with a finger before carefully sliding it in, groaning with satisfaction at the feel of your walls already tightly clamping down on it, “Nor the time.” He adds with a slight smirk, pale hair cascading like a curtain down his shoulders as he leans his forehead against yours. 

“Oh, Gods,” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut as your hands white knuckle the dark leather of his tunic, too uncoordinated with lust to manage the ties on his pants, “M-My love, more please!” You whisper, angling your hips to try and catch another of his fingers. 

You hear him chuckle above you before he pulls his finger from you, smirking as you whine pitifully at the loss. Before you have a chance to protest, he quickly undoes his trousers, not bothering to pull them down at all and opting to merely loosen the laces at the front enough to free his cock. Your eyes widen as you watch his hand stroke over his length momentarily, taking in the way it already throbs in his grasp, the head flushed and leaking from merely having you in his hands once more.

“Ready, sweetling?” He asks, gently tilting your chin up as he captures your lips in a sweet kiss, his other hand positioning his length at your entrance. 

You part from him and nod eagerly, widening your legs and angling your hips, “I’ve been ready for you for weeks, Aemond.” 

He smiles softly, pressing one more kiss against your neck before finally pressing into you, growling as he sinks into your slick heat. “Seven,” he grunts, cradling the back of your head with one hand as his other slinks down to grab at your hip, “You feel better every time, sweetling.”

You moan hotly against his shoulder, sinking your teeth into the thick leather of the shoulder of his tunic in an attempt to quiet yourself. Your eyes squeeze shut at the feel of him sliding into you, filling you to the brim perfectly. You’ve been without him for so long that he feels enormous, your walls aching as he stretches you out, pressing in and in until he’s finally seated fully within you. 

Without another word, Aemond started thrusting into you, slow at first but quickly picking up the pace with every firm roll of his hips into you. After only a moment, he’s already grunting like a madman into your ear, holding you to him even as you cling tightly to his shoulders yourself, your legs wrapped loosely around his waist. 

You feel a fire building in your belly at a breakneck pace as he ruts into you, the hand on your hip no doubt leaving fingerprint bruises across your skin, even through the fabric of your gown. If the low groans from your husband are any indication, he isn’t doing much better. He threads his fingers through your hair, pulling you into a desperate kiss, teeth and tongues clashing together frantically as if the two of you are trying to fall into each other, to become one. 

“My love, I—,” he pants against your lips, jerking your head back by the grip he has on your locks. His eye meets yours, the light lilac almost entirely eclipsed by his pupil as he stares at you hungrily, “It’s been so long, I don’t know how long I can last.” 

His breath is warm as it fans over your lips and you nod dazedly, zings of pleasure radiating up your spine from Aemond’s grip in your hair only adding to the warmth quickly threatening to overtake you. “It’s okay,” you swallow thickly, eyes already rolling back with pleasure, “I can’t either.” 

Nodding in return, he picks up the pace, the head of his cock rutting against the most sensitive spot within you hard enough to make you see stars. He hasn’t even needed to tease your pearl and you’re already nearly unraveling as Aemond mumbles nearly incoherent praises, the hand on your hip traveling lower, nearly cupping your ass. 

Just as you’re about to warn him of your inevitable release, muffled voices sound from behind the thick wooden doors that lead into the Small Council chambers. Aemond slows within you as both of your heads swivel to the doors — just in time to hear the guards stationed outside begin to tug them open. 

You freeze, eyes widening as the doors open, seemingly in slow motion. Thankfully, your husband moves quickly enough for the both of you, nimbly scooping you into his arms before hastily dropping down into his chair, hurriedly scooching it forward until both of your laps are hidden under the stone surface of the table, before kicking your smallclothes under the table at the last second. 

Your head whips around to face Aemond and you give him a panicked, wide-eyed look just as people start filing into the room, unaware that you’re still being split open by your husband’s length. One hand, still on your hip, tightens, silently commanding you to be still as his lilac eye pleads the same; his other hand is already poised on the table, relaxed against the cool surface as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. 

“Yes, yes, we must certainly ask him once he’s back in King’s Landing,” Lord Tyland’s voice fills the chamber as he walks in, engaged in a conversation about something or other with Lord Corlys, the two sharing a laugh before finally taking notice of you and Aemond, “Prince, princess.” Tyland bows his head at the two of you with Corlys following soon after. 

You sit frozen atop your husband, gazing blankly at the two men without a word. Thankfully, Aemond has the presence of mind to bow his head politely, though he stays quiet. As they walk further into the room, you can only see Tyland and Corlys from the corner of your eye but you don’t miss the odd look they share, silently asking each other why you were present and certainly why you were sitting on Aemond’s lap. Blood rushes to your head so quickly you feel lightheaded, your cheeks stinging as a harsh blush quickly appears on your face from their attention. 

Maester Orwyle files through the doorway next, doing a double take at you and Aemond before bowing his head, a gesture that you thankfully remember to return this time as you stiffly nod your head. Thankfully, the older man simply takes a seat at his place at the table without any comment, though you can hear the two other men speaking quietly in the corner of the room, throwing glances your way as they do. 

Your walls tighten around Aemond’s length as the rest of you tenses up when Larys creeps in, leaning against his cane as he moves; Aemond thighs tense underneath you as you hear him suck in a breath, only slightly more hasty than normal — the hand in your hip tightens, warning you to keep it together. 

“Prince Aemond, princess,” Larys nods as he approaches the table, “To what do we owe the pleasure of such… intriguing company?” He questions, tilting his head as he narrows his eyes ever so slightly, his eyes bouncing between you and Aemond. 

Your head spins as you stare straight ahead, willing yourself to respond, to say anything, to appear somehow normal. Yet, nothing comes out as your center throbs uselessly around Aemond, your head cloudy with need as your eyes stare ahead blankly, though registering just enough to pick up on the small smirk playing at the corners of Larys’s lips. 

“My wife appears to have taken ill this morning,” Aemond drawls from over your shoulder while affectionately petting your waist, a gesture entirely for show, a lie to placate the men in the room, but it comforts you nonetheless. He clears his throat before continuing, the only tell thus far that your warmth around him is affecting him at all, “My presence brings her great comfort, I see no reason why she should be without it.” 

“I see,” Larys hums in response, his dark eyes sweeping over your form, sparkling ominously as if he knows the truth, “What shame, let us hope the Gods grant you reprieve from this…illness soon, princess.” 

“Yes!” You finally squeak, snapping back to attention as Aemond just barely squeezes your side, “Yes, let’s hope so. Thank you, Lord Larys.” You breathe, managing a smile small. 

You shift on your husband’s lap and immediately you know you’ve made a mistake as the head of his cock prods directly into that overly sensitive patch within you, nearly making you topple over on the spot as a small groan escapes you. Blessedly, you have enough presence of mind to cover it up with a cough, sparks jolting down your back as Aemond presses a soft kiss to your cheek, one of his hands coming up to rub soothing circles against the back of your shoulder. 

“There, there, sweetling,” he says softly, again, entirely for show as you put on your best performance, “Once the meeting is over, we will have the servants make some tea for you, that will help with that cough.” Even if it was for show, you couldn’t help but shiver at Aemond’s low voice, at how he’s being so soft and caring with you. That, combined with the incessant prodding to your sweet spot, has you throbbing around him, your heart hammering in your chest. You can hear Aemond suck in another barely there gasp behind you, a groan low enough to remain silent rumbling against your back while at the same time his hand almost imperceptibly twitches on the table; his composure makes you feel all the more lightheaded, blushing somehow deeper at the fact that he’s taking you apart this easily without so much as moving a muscle. Your thighs trembled atop his lap, the insides already sticky with your arousal as you struggled to stay still, silently thanking the Gods that at least your laps were hidden. 

“I’m sorry,” Corlys began, striding over from his spot in the corner with a sheepish look, “I really feel I must speak up, this is really most unusual.” He finishes through an awkward laugh, Tyland following closely behind him as they saddle up to the table. 

“What is most unusual?” Alicent asks, entering the Small Council chambers with Otto, followed closely after by Aegon and Ser Criston. Her eyes sweep over the room, pausing when she sees you, though she quickly corrects herself with a soft smile. “Ah, my dear,” she nods hello to the various men in the room before sitting at the table, “May I ask why your wife joins us, Aemond?” She peers at him curiously, throwing a nervous glance at Aegon who is smirking far too much for her liking as he slinks up to the table. 

“It seems the princess has fallen ill, your grace,” Larys answers quickly, slyly smiling as he turns to face the dowager queen, “Prince Aemond insisted she stay so that she may be…comforted.” You quickly look away from him as his eyes meet yours once again, piercing through you as though he can see directly through your gown. 

“Yes, which is most odd,” Tyland butted in, throwing glances between you, Aemond, Alicent, and Aegon, “She is not a member of the council, she should not be present. Surely there is some way the princess could be comforted that does not involve being privy to government matters.”

Aemond stays silent behind you, glaring daggers at Aegon over your shoulder, watching carefully as he traipses over to the table and stands at its head, his eyes never straying from his brother’s as they stare one another down. The other members, some reluctantly, take their places at the table as well, each of them standing so long as Aegon does, though you and Aemond remain seated; your eyes never stray from the marbled surface of the table.

“Aemond, please,” Otto sighs from his place next to you, “The least you and the princess could do is stand for–”

“I see him everyday,” Aegon interjects, breaking eye contact with your husband as he rolls his eyes, “I don’t give a shit if the fool stands.”

Your eyes dart up at that, shocked that Aegon isn’t taking the chance to thoroughly humiliate Aemond by putting him on the spot. The king’s violet eyes meet yours, sparkling with a mischief that makes your center flutter around your husband’s length – Aegon’s smirk grows as if he knows exactly what just happened. A thin sheen of sweat makes you feel clammy as Aemond’s cock twitches inside of you, pushing him against your sweet spot all the more. 

“Very well,” Alicent swiftly cuts in, determined to keep the peace, “Shall we get st–”

“Are we really going to allow for the presence of–” Corlys starts, only to be viciously cut off.

“She stays,” Aegon says flatly, shooting a bored look at the man, “If anyone has an issue with the princess’s presence they may take their leave.” His violet eyes pass over the room, almost daring anyone to move. Everyone remains still, though you can feel Tyland and Corlys glaring at the side of your head, and after a moment, Aegon takes his seat followed by everyone else; blessedly, the meeting finally begins. 

The Small Council meeting drones on and on, with various conversations of coin and ships, concerns abroad in Essos, and other diplomatic matters that mean nothing to you. In the back of your mind, you know it’s hardly been any time at all but it feels like an eternity has passed with Aemond’s hard length still piercing into you, twitching against your pulsing walls every so often. A part of you wonders if he does it on purpose, gives you just enough stimulation to cruelly tease you before going stock still once more. 

The small, unnoticeable to everyone but you, hitches of his breath tell you otherwise and deep down, you know he’s just as affected as you, no doubt steadily leaking into you, though you dare not consider the thought for very long. 

“Aemond,” your breath catches in your throat as Otto directs his attention to your husband, everyone else's gaze quickly following, “Any further communications from Dorne?”

Behind you, your husband clears his throat and you feel him shift beneath you, sitting up slightly straighter in his seat, both hands now clasping your waist to keep you steady on top of him. “Negotiations with the Dornish remain stagnant,” he begins as you practically wilt on his lap, the added attention from the council members making the knot in your belly tighten in a way you shudder to consider, “We received a raven from Prince Qoren some days ago rejecting any dealings with the crown, no matter the amount of coin we have to offer.” He finishes, pointedly looking at Tyland, who proceeds to butt in.

As soon as the attention shifts off of the two of you, it’s like the air around Aemond changes, becoming charged all of a sudden as you feel his chest heave against your back. At the other end of the table, Tyland begins to raise his voice, debating hotly with Corlys and Otto, drawing the attention of everyone else to them. 

“Do you think you can be still?” Aemond whispers, his breath hot against your ear although his voice is barely audible even to you. He must sense you freeze on his lap as the hand on your hip begins to move slowly, dragging your skirts up your legs until his hand can slip underneath them, making you tremble as he grips the soft skin of your thigh, “Tighten around my cock if you can be still.”

Against your better judgment, you do as he says, tensing as you clench your walls around him; his only reply is a low growl against your back. He stays still for a moment, trying with all of his might to appear as if he’s taking great interest in the ongoing argument taking place. 

Finally, once he’s positive everyone is too preoccupied arguing over coin to pay attention to either of you, his deft fingers slip through your folds before finally twirling against your aching pearl. 

You have to bite harshly at the inside of your cheek to keep quiet, trying to keep your breathing steady as you focus on not moving even though you so badly want to rut your hips against his fingers as they rub against you. 

Aemond swallows thickly behind you as he slowly circles his fingers, careful to keep his pace light and steady to not stir up any slick sounds from your wet cunt, though he longs to hear them. 

Your elbows rest against the top of the table, your hands clasped tightly in front of you. The conversation around you seems to shift as Otto begins prattling on about some Tyrell woman finally being with child. Aemond’s fingers suddenly pinch at your sensitive bud and a gasp tumbles past your lips before you can stop it, drawing everyone’s attention. 

“Is everything alright, princess?” Alicent questions from across the table, her dark eyes narrowed with concern. 

You nod quickly, coughing to conceal a moan as you open your mouth to answer her, “Y-Yes, I’m sorry,” you apologize with a weak smile, “I’m just so pleased for the Tyrells, what a j-joyous time this must be for them.” You say quickly, stumbling over the words as your core clenches tightly around your husband’s cock, his small touches driving you steadily to your peak despite the circumstances. 

Alicent gives you a curious look before quickly collecting herself, “Yes, I’m sure the family is quite thankful, children are always such a blessing,” she smiles politely before turning back to her father, “Please, continue.” 

Otto’s voice hardly reaches your ears as he picks up where he left off, though you don’t miss the horribly put out looks you garner from Tyland and Corlys. 

Aemond’s fingers just barely speed up as they swirl over your bud, though the small change is enough to drive you wild and you can feel the way his chest heaves against your back as your walls twitch around his length, threatening to milk his cock dry without him having to move an inch. 

The heat that has slowly been building within you finally begins to bubble over and your husband’s fingers show no signs of stopping as he pushes you closer and closer to your breaking point. The hand of his that has been resting idly on the table top comes over to casually rest against your clenched hands and rubs soothingly up and down your forearm, Aemond’s silent way of telling you he knows you’re close. 

Your eyes flick around the room as you feel your peak threatening to spill over you, frantically checking for any onlookers at the last possible second. You nearly jump out of your skin as your eyes finally land on Aegon, only to find him already staring at you, an amused smirk plastered across his face as he studies you. 

Aemond chooses that exact second to pinch at your pearl again and the small touch is your undoing. Your teeth bite down firmly on your tongue as your walls pulse rhythmically around your husband’s leaking cock, your eyes still locked on Aegon’s violet ones, now darkened with lust. 

Your muscles tense up as you peak helplessly, waves of pleasure lighting up every nerve ending within you. Somehow, you find it within yourself to remain quiet and still on Aemond’s lap as your eyes finally flick away from his older brother’s and you gaze, apparently absentmindedly, at some point on the wall on the opposite side of the room as your high subsides. 

Thankfully, Aemond takes pity on you and slips his hand away, his wet fingers resting gently in your bare thigh, still underneath your gown. 

You slowly come down from your high as the Small Council winds down, Aegon and Otto quickly discussing a few final points before the king formally adjourns the meeting. Tyland and Corlys practically bolt from their chairs, quickly bowing before they exit as they mumble between themselves, no doubt about the displeasure of your presence. 

Otto and Maester Orwyle take their leave soon after, each bowing politely. Aegon busies himself at the head of the table, leaning back in his chair as he lazily sips from his wine cup, the gleam in his eyes making you shiver. 

Across the room, Alicent and Larys whisper between themselves. Strangely, your mother-in-law blushes, shaking her head suddenly and mumbling a quiet, “Not here,” before glancing around the room.

Larys merely shrugs, turning to you as he shuffles from the room, “Do get better soon, princess.” He says with a feeble bow, although the look on his face makes you blush heavily. 

At that, Alicent turns to Aegon, “Would you care to come see the children with me?”

“Go on,” he dismisses her before nodding toward you and Aemond, “I wish to have a word with my brother.” He catches your eye with a quick wink. 

“Of course,” Alicent mutters, glancing curiously between the three of you, “I’ll ask the maids to bring some tea to your chambers this evening, princess. They make a wonderful lemon one that always seems to lift my spirits.” She says with a kind smile, coming around to place a comforting hand on your shoulder before she too heads to the door. 

“Thank you!” You breathily call after her, voice squeaking at the end as Aemond shuffles impatiently beneath you, his cock still prodding against your sensitive walls. 

Aegon chuckles darkly as soon as the doors close once more, standing from his chair with a wide smirk. “I must say, I’m impressed,” he taunts, eyes glinting as he looks between you and his brother, “I didn’t think either of you had that much gaul in you.” 

“What exactly are you tittering about now?” Aemond asks lowly behind you, his voice rough and choppy as his patience clearly wears thin. 

Sniggering, Aegon saunters around to stand beside you, violet eyes scanning over your laps still concealed under the table, “You’ve had your cock in her the whole time, have you not?” He teases, laughing harder still as Aemond merely hums in response, “Come brother, you should be proud of yourself,” he clasps a hand over your husband's shoulder, “She was nearly falling apart when she peaked.” He comments with a final wink as he ambles to the door, stopping to throw one last amused look over his shoulder, “You might want to do something about that bite mark on your shoulder.” He says casually before slamming the doors closed behind him. 

At his comment, you whirl around and your eyes grow wide as you spy a clear impression of your teeth marks in the leather of Aemond’s tunic, on his shoulder where you’d bitten down earlier. Your cheeks heat up at the thought of it being there throughout the entire meeting. 

You don’t have long to dwell on the thought though as your husband roughly pushes you from his lap until you’re bent over the table, cheek pressed to the cool stone surface. “Seven!” You sequel as he unceremoniously shoves his cock back inside you, his hips pumping wildly as his hands grasp at your waist harshly, no doubt leaving bruises. 

“Fucking finally,” he grunts, eyeing the way his cock disappears into your slick heat as he bunches your gown up over your ass, “‘M not gonna last.” He warns lowly, already panting with the speed of his thrusts. 

Your head spins once again as his cock moves within you, his pace nearly bruising. Your teeth sink into the skin of your forearm as you desperately try to keep quiet, another peak already welling up within you. 

Aemond growls and quickly threads the fingers of one hand through your hair, making you whine loudly as he pulls your head back until his chest is once again pressed against you, his other hand coming to rub against your abused pearl once more. 

“Aemond!” You moan, shaking your head in his grasp, one hand braced against the table as the other grabs at his forearm, feeling his muscles twitch as his fingers swirl against your center, “P-Please, I cannot keep myself quiet, I know I can’t—“ You start babbling. 

“Let them fucking hear,” he growls, eye squeezing shut as he feels his stones tightening up, “The whole keep can listen for all I fucking care, I won’t be stopping this time.” 

Your eyes roll back in your head at his words, never having heard him sound this possessed and overcome with pleasure before. After only a few more thrusts, you feel your walls twitch once more, a loud gasp rattling through your chest, “H-Husband, I’m—!”

“That’s it,” Aemond groans, redoubling his efforts against your pearl as he continues to rut into you at a nearly inhuman pace. “Peak, sweetling,” he commands, his voice low and raspy in your ear, “Peak while I breed your precious cunt.” 

His words nearly take your breath away and you whine loudly as another high washes over you, your walls milking your husband’s cock as they clench and pulse against it. 

Behind you, Aemond groans lowly, grunting as his cock twitches strongly inside you, his thick seed flooding into your heat as he finally, finally peaks, the pleasure of it making him dizzy as he leans against your back, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades. 

The two of you are quiet for a moment, your tired pants the only sounds in the chambers. Finally, Aemond untangles his fingers from your hair, both of his hands coming to rest against the cool table as he finally pulls his cock from your center, soothing you with soft shushes when you whine, the emptiness in your core such a foreign feeling after being filled for so long. 

He sinks into his chair once more and pulls you with him, wrapping a protective arm around your waist as you rest your head on his shoulder. Once your breathing is steady, you pick your head up, a displeased groan tumbling from your throat as you see your bite mark more clearly up close, a finger coming up to trace over the intents in the black leather. 

“I’ll need to send this to the seamstress for repairs,” you whisper with an apologetic sigh, “I believe this is beyond my ability to fix.” 

Aemond chuckles beneath you, lilac eye gleaming with pride as he clasps a hand over yours as it still rests on his shoulder, “Don’t trouble yourself with it, my love.” 

“What?” You question, smiling despite the way you tilt your head in confusion, “Aemond, I cannot fix it myself and I’m afraid the mark will not simply go away—,” 

“You misunderstand me, sweetling,” he says, smiling as he looks down at you, “I intend to keep it as a mark of great pride. I shall wear it as a trophy for all to see.” He explains with a teasing laugh. 

You playfully smack a hand against his chest, which only makes him laugh harder, “You can’t be serious!” You admonish with a wide smile.

“Why? I simply wish to remember this day,” he chuckles, “The day I made my sweet wife peak in front of the Gods and everyone.” 

“Aemond!” You cannot help the surprised laugh that leaves you, “You’re as disgusting as your brother!”

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[futureplayboibunnie]

Strong Enough

Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

18+ MDNI (y’all pls this is filthy)

- GIGGLING. KICKING MY FEET. i came back from spiderverse with JUST THIS MAN ON MY MIND. oscar isaac ur service is appreciated cause gah dayum.

- i had to write some super angsty smut abt him. i just had to, he’s so lana del rey vinylllll. i’m sorry if my spanish is crap (i had to use google translate bc my stupid ass took german instead of spanish in school- pls tell me if there were any mistakes. kiss kiss x)

warnings: dom!miguel, pnv, lotsa dirty talk (think i got carried away), angsty miguel, FANGS, sort of a soft end. AGGHH IM SO CRAZY ABOUT HIM WHAT THE FUCK.

enjoy bbygirls x

Miguel was furious as usual, his blood was beating like a drum with it, his mind buzzing akin to white noise. New anomalies, new foes but mostly a pesky kid who didn't know how to stay put and shut the fuck up- Miles Morales. He was seething- his eyes glowing a crimson hue violently assaulting against the hazel of his eyes. He looked like shit. Hell, he felt like shit. He was slipping, letting things get in the way, and he blamed you for it. Miguel doesn't slip. Miguel doesn't let things get in the way. Only until you came into his life and veered him off his intended course.

It was his hegemonic masculinity piping up like a hot breath down his neck. Miguel brought together the spider society- he was the solution to every problem, every anomaly, the answer to every spider. But he doesn't answer to himself. No, he didn't. You were the one that was overseeing Miguel's little society, hiding and checking in from time to time if the multiverse wasn't fucked up and every dimension was in a semi-stable state. Miguel was in control of the other spiders, he had to run his orders by you first even if you weren't at HQ half of the time. Being in a subservient position was exorbitantly and intensely frustrating and it made him highly hostile to anyone who talked to him.

You on the other hand had the jurisdiction to give him the authority- you gave him the damn idea, you were from his damn universe, but you couldn't deal with the politics and moral dilemmas that came with leading it. Also, you enjoyed toying with him. Fuck you found so much satisfaction in crawling through him, blowing at that over-inflated ego, those broad shoulders filled to the brim with hubris and pride. Hm, he was good at what he did though- actively scaring off anyone who dared speak against him. Except for Morales. You appreciated his pluck, it reminded you of yourself. Miguel was formidable but you understood why he needed to apprehend Morales- for some reason every time you were near the kid you started glitching out, it fucking hurt and messed with your brainwaves. You understood why he had to capture Miles but you didn't agree with how he was handling it. Miguel was sitting at his desk trying to figure out why this was happening and why this was happening to you but he came up empty. He didn't know what to think about it let alone do. It made him feel uneasy and he hated it. Cómo pedo solucionar esto? (How do I fix this?) kept looping throughout his head and it made him feel helpless and weak. Two words he would never associate with himself.

‘’Miguel.’’ Your voice echoed off the walls and shot straight to his ears, it was smoky and breathy.

"Y/N. Qué estás haciendo aquí? What do you want?’’ His usual low timbre makes your brows furrow involuntarily. ‘’Get out of the shadows.’’ He ordered and for once you listened to him, hopping on his platform behind him.

‘’Morales.’’ You stated deadpan knowing the reaction he was going to get, Miguel's eyes drastically narrowed and changed from a soft ambient scarlet to a scorching blood red. He turned his face a little to the side to glare at you.

"That kid touches anything in another dimension, I'll kill him myself.’’ He replied huskily. You weren't sure if you could trust his words. Yes, he was capable of it but you know deep down he wouldn't want to.

His moral compass strayed once, he won't let that happen again. Never.

"You wanna kill kids now? Is that how low we're going?'’

'We? There's we now?’’

You cocked your head at his question, your face remaining hard.

He stared at you in silent fury, of course he wouldn't want to resort to that but he had to do what he had to do. Miguel was surprised you didn't want to take him yourself considering he makes you glitch out. He hates you, God he hates you. But what happened to you...scared him. You'd been a part of this for so long, if anyone was going to hurt you it would be him- not anyone else. If anyone else did- Miguel dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.

Sometimes when he looked at you, he couldn't help but admire your callousness, your brutality yet your undying generosity to people who didn't deserve such a royalty. On the other hand, you were fucking gorgeous. He hated it. It was distracting. It was cruel. Though he couldn't help a little blip or mishap with his thought process- he was still a man after all. Miguel wondered what was under that suit. Wondered what you would like with nothing on at all. Wondered if you would still talk back with that snotty little attitude if you were choking on his dick instead. Though he wouldn't trust you not to bite his dick off in the process. Would you like his fangs? Would you like his claws? He shouldn’t be thinking such a thing.

‘’I should ask you the same question since he affects your stability también.’’ He replied calmly, slightly shocking you. ‘’No matter, I'll stop it. Alone.’’ He growled as he stepped off the platform, tired of entertaining this conversation with you. ‘’You've done enough damage as it is, now I have to fix it.’’

‘’I caused this damage? You realize how fucking stupid you sound. You control the spiders, I let you make orders.’’ You strike a harsh tone as you jolted in front of him to stop his path. Shit, he towered above you, all broad shoulders and disheveled hair. Although he undermined you like this, you wouldn't mind it in other situations...but at work, he was quite literally a piece of work and it made your blood boil. You both knew, you both could feel the palpable hatred swinging and beating again. ‘’And alone? I don't trust you not to kill him, Miguel.’’ You scowled, your eyes wide and piercing through him, halting him in his tracks. The gaze shared between you both was impenetrable, scorching, a battle against wills.

‘’I can't let you.’’ He shot back with a frown and grating red eyes.

‘’While I watch helplessly from the sidelines? I don’t think so. ’’ You challenged him white cold.

‘’I'm asking you, don't let me make you.’’ He gritted through clenched teeth, his fangs lightly protruding.

He was trying to scare you, it wasn't working.

‘’What is this to you? Playtime? To prove you're the strongest, to create fear wherever you go?’’ You pleaded with him orotund, inviting a yelling match to prove you weren't going down easy on this occasion.

You let Miguel do whatever he damn pleased like this was his own hunting grounds- but you won't let him lose his sanity.

‘’What? No.’’He replied shocked and confused at your presumed reasons why he was doing this. He just had to. He couldn't tell you the deep-rooted reason.

He didn't want to admit it.

Fuck, he couldn't admit it.

What kind of man would that make him?

What kind of leader? What kind of example would he be?

‘’Then what is it-?’’ He was trying to walk away from you but you snaggled onto his suit and brought him back to face you. ‘’Tell me.’’ You ordered stiffly.

‘’I have to do this alone.’’ His voice faltered a little and he was afraid that you might have heard it, that he gave you a glaring view of how quickly he was slipping through the cracks- how weak you've made him, how weak he was becoming.

‘’Why? Why do you need to, Miguel?!’��� You were almost yelling at him and no one other than you would get the privilege of living if they did that.

‘’Stop it.’’ He grunted like a wild animal.

"Then what-? What is it?’’ Your eyes searched for his as he was avoiding looking at your face, terrified that it would be written all over it. His heart was pounding.

‘’I'm not-‘’

‘’Not what?’’ You implored, pushing him further and further to the edge.

‘’I'm not strong enough.’’

‘'Strong enough? Oh yeah, and going after a kid will make you stronger.’’ You chided, eyes stiff cold, and judgemental.

‘’Yes, fuck. I-. No!’’ Miguel raked an exasperated hand through his hair, his palm was twitching and his talons were ready to come out. If only he could make you understand without telling you- but you were insatiable, a tick under his skin. Ready for another fucking fight.

Your eyebrows wilted as you said the words, so unbelievably paralyzed by his gall, his hubris, his never-ending need to prove he's the strongest, that he could do all of this. You knew he fucking could. ‘’That's what this is, some sort of bench press exercise for you? Some sort of work-out?!’’ Miguel grabbed you by the arms and his talons pinched at your skin through his suit, like he was trying to shake some sense into you.

‘’I can't lose you again!’’ He yelled at you, his face merely inches away from yours.

Your mouth popped open at his frazzled admission of honesty, his glowing red eyes faded as he stared at you, hoping for an answer he was sure you wouldn't give him. Miguel's harsh expression was lost with the wind when he hung his head to avoid that fucking look in your eyes. The one that made all the weight of the world he carried on his shoulders all the more fucking heavier, his hands raked down your arms as if he was soothing himself, and his breath became heavier as he closed his eyes to process the words he uttered. You glitching out every time Miles was near you is not an option he was willing to entertain: it was his job to worry about anomalies and canon events but on this occasion- he didn't. And he was admitting that to you.

It's not the fact that he's dangerous or an anomaly. It's because of you.

What kind of selfish would that make him?

Last time that happened he lost everything.

He would never make the same mistake again.

But look at him now.

Making the same mistake.

‘’I can't lose you. No otra vez....I'm not str-I'm not strong enough.’’ His head hung low as if the weight of the universe was saving him from completely falling apart.

You sighed in a mix of relief and pity. This is what it was all about? Pobre cosa (poor thing). Your eyes were wide with a magnetic pulse and your body was radiating a mesmeric need. He felt it. Your hands flew to his chest and slowly meandered to his broad shoulders, he was panting in exhaustion and regret but your fingers went to his chin and jutted it upwards so your longing stare could meet his. It was a scorching look between two tired and exhausted people. Miguel was working himself so hard and you just wanted to make him forget about it, just once.

‘’Miguel…’’

‘’Ahora me he dado cuenta de que no puedo hacer nada de esto sin ti.’’ (I've now come to realize that I can't do any of this without you). Miguel's eyes flitted to your lips, his voice low and husky...needy. ‘’But I'm a selfish man... y te necesito.’’ (and I need you). Your face looked blank, it's obvious you didn't understand a word he was saying. ‘’Whatever, you wouldn't understand what I'm saying anyway.’’ Miguel dismissed you as he let go of your embrace and attempted to head out.

Before he could move away too far, you exposed your wrist and webbed him, dragging him back to you. His eyes glinted with a surprise yet they were dark with need and arrogance. Miguel was in front of you and your pussy started throbbing. His senses went into overdrive and he couldn't hold back his will to not touch you anymore.

‘'He entendido cada palabra que me has dicho.’’ (I've understood every word you've ever said to me.)

He gripped your face and kissed you hard, it was furious and mean, and he tasted dangerous- just as you expected, just as you had been silently begging him to. Lord, you were sure you'd regret this but right now your body was alive. Miguel's massive hands pulled at your hair to open your mouth wider

'’Miguel...féllame, por favor.’’ (fuck me, please) you uttered breathlessly, his mouth traveling from your bottom lip, chin, and then neck. His lips then went to breathe raggedly in your ear.

‘’You've understood everything I've ever said under my breath about you?’’ He murmured, imploring you to make him understand. He thought he had the privilege of saying things secretly as no one understood his Spanish but him, so he could say things he didn't want to keep inside without anyone else knowing. But you pulled the rug out from under him, you've been fooling him. He hated it. The number of times he's mumbled how much he wanted you under his breath- fuck.

‘’Mhm.’’ You moaned as his hands flew to your hips and slammed you down on his desk with no finesse, planting himself between your soft thighs. ‘’I thought you would've caught me earlier than this chico.’’ You teased- the thought made him angry. His talons seeped out of his skin and ripped at your suit, exposing the bare skin of your waist.

‘’Y me he dado cuenta de lo mojada que te pones cuando estás cerca de mí.’’ (And I've noticed how wet you get when you're near me) The filthy words rolled off of his tongue like velvet. ‘’Don't think you have the upper hand here sweetheart.’’

‘’Even when I want you to fuck me, you still have to fucking argue with me.’’ You growled as your hands burrowed into his long raven hair

‘’Oh, but you like it this way.’’ He smirked in your ear, the cadence of his voice reducing your knees to that of fucking jelly.

"How do you know what I like? You never asked.’’ You flirted back, treading on dangerous waters with the man that is known for having paper-thin patience.

‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ Miguel clawed at your waist and then spun you around so the tops of your thighs were. digging into the translucent glass of his desk. All of a sudden, he placed his large palm just below your neck and shoved you flat onto the desk just with brute force. You were sure you were about to start salivating.

‘’Oh, mierda.’’ He breathed raggedly, his wandering hands ripping at your suit. ‘’Beautiful, dangerous, deadly. Pretending as if you're better than me... like you're not capable of killing.’’ He ripped at your suit some more, exposing more of your skin. Your breath trembled in anticipation as he bent down to whisper hotly in your ear, your ass already feeling his strong- oh. Shit. ‘’You drive my fucking crazy, you know that?’’ He ripped your suit until it was nothing but scraps. You were naked and desperate under him.

‘’Me vuelves loco.’’ (You make me insane).

‘’Stop fucking talking and just take me, Miguel.’’ You whined desperately as your cheek pressed coldly against the glass, your hair splaying all over your shoulders like a waterfall.

‘’Abre la boca.’’ (Open your mouth) He growled like an animal but you were too concerned with your wobbly legs and fraying patience, you replied with a stunned silence, almost jittering like a fool. A frown contorted on Miguel's perfect face, scrunching up his chiseled, picturesque features. His right hand gripped your hair pulling you up to him, his left hand brushed against your lips until he fully force-plunged two fingers in your mouth- saliva coating his fingers as you gagged and choked. Oh, he couldn't wait to get you on your knees- the thought provoked some visceral reaction within him.

‘’'That's it, good girl.’’ He grumbled the affirmation and it sent sparks shooting throughout your body.

Miguel rarely ever praised or complimented so this....fuck. ...this was different, you felt so damn special to him. The ever-so-broody Miguel O'Hara calling you a 'good girl' made an unstoppable moan rip through your throat. ‘’Oh, so you like to be loud? Seems like you can't shut up when you're getting fucked too.’’ He insulted adding insult to injury which just made you sweat.

‘’Is the venom from your fangs rushing straight to your head, Miguel? Or did you not hear what I said?’’ You spat with a distinct sharpness that he'd come to expect from you, he was glad to see he hadn't scared the personality out of you which he had the tendency to do to every single person he met. However, one thing he absolutely couldn't tolerate was backtalking- which you had a tendency to get away with most times but he thought this was the perfect situation to reinstate his rules. Miguel tugged on your hair again like his own personal leash.

‘’Puede que quiera joderte ahora mismo, pero no pienses ni por un segundo que no te haré sufrir en el proceso.’’ (I may want to fuck the shit out of you right now but don't think for a second that I won't make you suffer in the process) His voice was aggressive and heady and you were stiff with arousal, your pussy was aching for him.

‘’Por favor Miguel.’’ You begged softly and it made his gaze narrow and his fangs spike out of his gums.

At times like this, he was glad he had a suit that would come on and off as he pleased- right now he was sweating with need and he was thankful he was able to quickly rid of his suit. Miguel didn't think he would be this hard, but then again you did always have a knack for surprising him when he least expected it. His large palm smacked at your ass and he was happy to see a large indent of the outline he made. Like he had a claim on you.

‘’Miguel!’’ You whined like a bitch in heat.

He didn't listen to your plead, he didn't even tease you into it first, his rigid dick just slipped into your soaking wet heat and he'd never felt this pleasure...ever. You were seriously about to cry. He wanted you to. Your pussy molded around his dick, and you were afraid he wasn't even going to fit- but Miguel always finds a way. He felt so...fucking good. The dull ache inside of your stomach was twisting into a fit of knots and butterflies, he quite literally pulsated inside of you

"Tan apretado cariño.’’ (So tight sweetheart) Miguel's chest rumbled alongside his dirty words. Fucking hell, it was like you were vacuum sealed to his dick. He started rutting into you with abandon, without mercy.

You felt so good. He was so.. good...at this, as much as you hated to admit it. He kept pawing at your body, his talons creating the animalistic tension that much heavier between you.

‘’Mi vida...’’ He purred in your ear, going harder and faster with every pained moan that ripped through your throat like it was an incentive for him to keep going.

‘’So perfect for me. Squeezing me so well...Mierda.’’

‘’You want me?’’ You teased innocently as you twisted your head to look at him through doe eyes. His eyes were roaring red as his grip on your hips seeped into your skin harder.

‘’You know I do.’’ Miguel gritted through clenched teeth, baring his fangs. The sight just made you wetter. ‘’Let me show you how much.’’ He bent down and it felt like he was going to snap you in half, you were so close to reaching your peak. To add insult to injury, he bit down on the skin of your bare shoulder blade and blood dripped from his fangs when he pulled away- your moan in response was that of perfection. Fuck it hurt but it felt amazing.

‘’It's okay, mi vida, come for me. I won't tell.’’ Miguel cooed, showing a tender side to him as he kissed down your shoulder blade to your back. You obeyed his command and came onto him- violently, so fucking hard. A guttural groan rumbled from his chest and your honeyed pants brought him back to life- a cause and effect. He fucked you through your orgasm and allowed himself the privilege of finishing inside you.

Miguel pulled out of you, leaking against the back of your thigh in the process. The scene was filthy, completely obscene and you never thought this would actually happen. ‘’Stay still princesa.’’ He commanded and you actually listened to him. The pressure of Miguel's body left you exposed as your ears pricked up to hear a rustle of draws and a clattering of things behind you. You turned your head around and his hologram suit was back on, it hugged him so fucking tightly your knees were starting to shake again.

You felt his presence again as you felt a cloth clean up the leaks down your thighs. ‘’Muchas gracias, Miguel.’’ Smartass. You flirted and he just smirked back at you, helping you stand up straight and face him when he got you cleaned up. You gazed up at him, quite chipper if you were being completely honest. Maybe a good hard fucking from his was all you needed to straighten you out. His eyes were still greedy as they raked up and down your naked body.

‘’As much as I prefer you like this...here.’’ A hologram covered you and your suit was back on, fine lines and all- well, that's easier than what you have to go through every day to get it sitting nicely.

You gazed at the scraps of your suit that were on the floor. Jesus Christ, he fucked like an animal.

"Nice to know chivalry isn't dead.' You tiptoed so you could get closer to his face and kissed his cheek. ‘’Thanks for the fuck, Miguel. Also by the way, I'm still not letting you kill that kid.’’ You patted his shoulder sarcastically- toying with him even further. You just walked away from him and his platform, you left him in a stunned silence and a blank expression, he scoffed breathlessly as he turned around to see you saunter away so damn confidently.

‘’Princesa no tan rapida.’’ (Not so fast princess) He replied back with a broken half smile. He suddenly exposed his wrist and a web flew to your waist and he instantaneously pulled you back in front of him. The breathless expression on your face was something that needed to be showcased in galleries.

‘’Can't lose me again? Object permanence is a thing you know torombolo.’’ You joked and his brows furrowed slightly in response, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

‘’Don't joke about that mi vida.’’ Miguel's face had a sheen of concern and it made your stomach twist into butterflies. ‘’You could die.’’ His voice came across as more stern than intended but you didn't back away like anyone else would do- you accepted him for who he was.

‘’Oh, Miguel...Please, we'll figure it out. But that kid you're after is probably scared and alone- just like you were, just like I was and I don't want that to swallow him.’’

‘’But every time-‘’ You pressed your pointer finger to stop his lips from moving.

"Shush. I've always trusted you, Miguel, now I don't even think there's a point in me being your higher-up. If we work together, you don't have to be afraid.’’ You caressed his face tenderly and he got lost in the softness of your words and your ever so guileless eyes.

‘’Okay?’’ Miguel turned his head to kiss at your palm as an affirmation.

‘’Okay.’’

[thatpinupartist]

Here's a quick lil Choso sketch/wip bc my bbygirl got a glow up

I'm so not ready for this arc :')

I feel like atp im tracking my art progress through my Choso pieces lmao. I really need to draw him more often

[atinycafe]

BENEATH THE SURFACE — ch 01 [24 karat]

PROMPT; mermaid!reader literally gets robbed by ateez and then falls in love w them after like they didn't just steal from her??

FEAT; pirate!ot8!ateez x mermaid!reader (yeo focus)

IN THIS CHAPTER; literally the finding nemo plot but the reader lost her necklace & yeosang has a fat crush on her

WRD COUNT; 3.4k

NOTES; i want a pet shark 2 life is not fair ; this takes place during the say my name era (i go crazy 4 woo w grey hair) ; san is so cute, he's so bbygirl ; yeo is QUICK 2 b attracted 2 her but that's only because i have a soft spot for him, for most of the members it's gonna take more time 4 them 2 b attracted or trust her even TAGLIST; no one yet! lmk if you want 2 b added!

In the enchanted realm beneath the endless expanse of cerulean waves, a mermaid and her devoted companion, a magnificent tiger shark, engaged in their timeless play. With grace and agility, they twirled and glided through the crystal-clear depths, their laughter echoing through the ocean currents.

The mermaid possessed a beauty that could rival the most vibrant sunrise. Her tail shimmered with iridescent hues, a kaleidoscope of azure, sapphire, and emerald, adorned with intricate patterns that mirrored the delicate intricacies of coral reefs. Silver and pearl accents adorned her fin tips, reflecting the sunlight in a dazzling display of elegance.

Her tresses, filled with a myriad of braids, cascaded in flowing waves, kissed by the salty sea breeze, entwined with shimmering seashells. Each braid, intricately woven and adorned with delicate seashells, created a mesmerizing tapestry that told stories of forgotten treasures and ancient legends. Clinging to her upper body, a bra crafted from intricately woven seashells created an enchanting contrast against her radiant skin, its luminescent luster accentuated by scattered flecks of ocean dew.

But it was the necklace, the jewel that held the essence of her being, that captured the mermaid's essence. Passed down through generations, it was a masterpiece of oceanic artistry, crafted from rare pearls, glistening gemstones, and the ethereal glow of moonlight captured within a crystal pendant. Suspended delicately around her neck, it symbolized her lineage, her connection to the sea, and the profound love her parents had bestowed upon her.

Days slipped by in an endless dance of laughter and adventure, as the mermaid and her shark companion reveled in their eternal bond. The mermaid, with her ethereal voice, serenaded the waves, casting a spell upon all who heard her melodic enchantments. The shark, with his sleek and muscular form, swam beside her, a guardian and playmate, his razor-sharp teeth concealing a heart of unparalleled loyalty.

Yet, amidst their carefree existence, destiny weaved its intricate tapestry. Unbeknownst to the mermaid, her treasured necklace had slipped away, lost in the vast embrace of the ocean depths. Days passed in blissful ignorance until a haunting emptiness settled within her soul, a deep ache that could not be soothed.

It was on a tranquil morning, as she basked in the gentle caress of sunlight cascading through the shimmering waves, that she absentmindedly reached for her necklace, only to find it absent from its rightful place. Panic surged through her, pulsating with each beat of her fragile heart. Frantically, she searched, combing through her precious troves and secret hideaways, but her beloved jewel was nowhere to be found.

With growing desperation, she confided in her steadfast friend, the tiger shark who had shared her every joy and sorrow. As she poured out her anguish, her voice quivered with raw emotion, every word an echo of her profound loss. The shark, his eyes filled with empathy, listened intently, his silent presence a pillar of strength.

Days turned into nights, and nights into weeks, as the mermaid's sorrow lingered like an ever-present shadow. But amidst the depths of despair, a faint glimmer of hope emerged. A whisper of intuition guided her restless heart, and a determination blossomed within her very being.

She called upon the enchanting power that dwelled within her. With a gentle whisper, she sent out a plea to the inhabitants of the ocean, beckoning the creatures of the deep to aid her in her quest. From the majestic dolphins to the graceful seahorses, every creature received her message, carrying it through the currents with a sense of urgency.

Among the coral reefs and beneath the shimmering surface, the message spread like ripples in the water. The shimmering scales of tropical fish flickered with anticipation, while the wise sea turtles nodded in understanding. Even the elusive octopi, masters of disguise, shared the mermaid's plea among their fellow beings of the sea.

Time unfurled its wings, as she patiently waited for a response. And then, on an unexpected morning, a small and timid fish approached her, its vibrant colors contrasting against its shy demeanor. With trembling fins, the little fish revealed that it had seen a shimmering object in the southern waters, nestled near the Grand Coral Barrier.

The young girl's heart leapt with hope, even as concern creased her brow. For the south, near the coral barrier, was known to be a gathering place for pirates. It was a treacherous and unpredictable territory, where danger lurked beneath the waves. But the mermaid's determination burned brightly within her, fueled by her longing to reclaim what was lost.

With gratitude in her eyes, she thanked the small fish for its bravery and shared information, with a small peck to its mouth. She listened attentively as the fish described the exact location, painting a vivid picture of the treacherous waters and the coral formations that marked the way. The mermaid's voice, soft yet resolute, promised the fish that she would not forget its kindness.

As the mermaid ventured deeper into the heart of the Grand Coral Barrier, a shroud of darkness enveloped the waters, casting eerie shadows upon the once-vibrant reefs. The light struggled to penetrate the murky depths, leaving a sense of foreboding that hung heavy in the surrounding gloom. The corals, once bursting with vibrant colors, now appeared muted and lifeless, their intricate formations reminiscent of gnarled fingers reaching out from the abyss.

In this treacherous realm, her heart pounded in her chest, a symphony of fear echoing through her very being. Every flicker of movement caught her attention, each shadow playing tricks upon her anxious mind. The once-familiar fish that had greeted her with joyous dances now swam with moody eyes, casting wary glances her way. Their expressions carried a silent warning, cautioning her about the perils that lurked in the bottomless pit.

The silence was broken only by the distant sounds of creaking ships, their ghostly presence a haunting reminder of the dangers that lay ahead. It was as if the coral barrier itself held its breath, a stillness that spoke of secrets buried within the abyss, waiting to be discovered. The mermaid's senses heightened, her every nerve tingling with trepidation.

With each stroke of her shimmering tail, the mermaid pressed on, her movements cautious yet resolute. The uneven terrain of the coral barrier posed challenges at every turn, its jagged edges and hidden crevices threatening to ensnare the unwary. Yet, fueled by her determination and the glimmer of hope that flickered within her heart, she pressed forward, pushing past her fears.

In this unsettling environment, the mermaid's vulnerability was magnified. She felt the weight of the unknown bearing down upon her, the weight of an ocean that held both beauty and danger. And yet, within her fear, she summoned the strength to face the darkness, to conquer the shadows that threatened to consume her.

"Neptune, do you see it?" she whispered gently to the sleek shark gliding by her side, who seemed to possess an uncanny sense for hidden treasures beneath the darkened depths (the gems adorning his teeth being the living proof of it). "I feel like it would be easy to notice it, you know? One would think it impossible to miss such a sparkling beacon."

The shark halted in its fluid motion, swiveled to face her with a discerning gaze. A sly grin tugged at the corners of his toothy maw. "You underestimate the allure of shadows. A jewel requires light to reflect its brilliance, and alas, light eludes this realm, dumbass" he retorted with a hint of sarcasm, elicited a gentle pout and an affectionate nudge from the girl.

Before she could muster a retort, Neptune swiftly vanished, a streak of power and agility slicing through the water behind her. Bewilderment danced across her face, her beautiful eyes searching for answers. And then, as if in response to an unseen call, her attention was abruptly captivated.

"What are you—" Her words evaporated when her eyes finally captured the cause of his sudden departure.

There, in a clandestine embrace, her necklace entwined itself around the slender body of a solitary fish. Yet, the challenge was not the possession but the surrounding company. A mesmerizing tapestry of iridescent sardines encircled the coveted treasure, their synchronized movements reminiscent of a beautifully choreographed ballet. Navigating through their shimmering ranks proved to be an enigmatic puzzle, as if the very currents conspired against her.

With unwavering determination, Neptune launched himself into the intricate dance, his every attempt to seize the prize met with the evasive dispersion of the sardines. A sigh of frustration escaped him, mingling with the rhythmic symphony of the ocean's depths.

Undeterred by the elusive nature of her aquatic companions, the mermaid approached the congregation with gentle "steps", her voice carrying the delicate lilt of a siren's plea. "Greetings, my shimmering kin. I simply yearn to retrieve my beloved necklace. I am in dire—"

A cacophony of hurried murmurs echoed in response, the voices of the sardines blending into a sea of hurried commotion.

"No time to spare!"

"We are tardy for our duties!"

"Come back another time!"

"Far too occupied!"

"Return when tides are kinder!"

Undeterred by the chorus of reluctance, she exhaled a wearied sigh and sought respite upon a craggy coral formation. Perched high above the shimmering sea floor, her gaze remained fixated upon the enigmatic congregation. Her resplendent tail swayed gently against the ancient rock, an outward reflection of the ceaseless churning within her mind.

As Neptune persisted, his every valiant attempt met with disillusioned defeat, an unseen peril began to unfold. Unbeknownst to them, a looming net descended ominously from a boat from above, a trap concealed by the shadows. Neptune, in his tenacity, once again lunged to apprehend the elusive fish, only to catch sight of the imminent net and narrowly elude its grasp.

In a desperate cry, Neptune's voice pierced the underwater tapestry, summoning the mermaid from her pensive perch. Her eyes widened, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within their depths. As her gaze fell upon the ensnared fish, deep into the net.

Trapped

"No, no, fuck no, no, no fuck!" the situation had been further compounded. The fish was now beyond her reach, ensnared in the clutches of humanity, likely to retain possession of her precious necklace instead of coming rightfully back into her ownership.

With desperation gripping her heart, the mermaid grasped the coarse strands of the net, her delicate hands fiercely tugging against its relentless grip. Neptune, always loyal, joined in the struggle, his powerful presence lending her strength. Together, they strained against the resistance, their determination radiating through the turbulent waters.

But the net, woven with human cunning and unforgiving strength, fought back with a stubborn tenacity. The mermaid and her faithful shark could feel the weight of their adversary, its unforgiving pull threatening to yank them into a world of captivity. Their hearts sank as they realized their efforts were in vain.

As if obeying an invisible command, the net began its ascent, inch by agonizing inch. Helpless, they watched as their chances of recovering the necklace slipped through their fingers. The mermaid's cries echoed through the depths, a mournful lament for the loss of her cherished symbol of heritage and love.

With a final heave, the net breached the surface, lifting the ensnared fish and the precious necklace into the realm of humans. The mermaid, defeated, surfaced alongside the disappearing net, her glare fixed on the vessel that now possessed her beloved treasure.

Unbeknownst to the mermaid, her presence had not gone unnoticed aboard the ship. Yeosang, the skilled helmsman, stood tall upon the quarter deck, his gaze intently fixed upon the enchanting figure before him. Clad in a black fur coat, shielding him from the relentless winds, he exuded an air of quiet confidence amidst the bustling crew.

As he observed the mermaid with an unwavering focus, his eyes drank in her captivating form. He was struck by the way she wore the sea itself upon her, for intertwined amidst her flowing locks were tendrils of seaweed, verdant and alive. They danced and swayed with each ripple of water, whispering. It was as if the very essence of the ocean had entwined itself within her hair, a testament to her intimate connection with the watery realm.

Yeosang's gaze lingered upon her with an intensity that betrayed his fascination. His raven-black hair, sleek and parted in the middle, framed his face like a midnight sky, a stark contrast against his pale complexion. His eyes, a striking shade of light green, fixated upon her with unwavering determination, as if he could glimpse the secrets hidden within her depths.

Around his neck rested a peculiar necklace, a compass of intricate design, serving as both a navigational tool and a symbol of his unwavering dedication to his craft. It gleamed against the expanse of his pristine white shirt, a token of his commitment to charting a course through the unpredictable seas

Caught in a moment of stolen longing, Yeosang found himself bewitched by the mermaid's presence. The weight of responsibility as helmsman momentarily forgotten, he yearned to bridge the divide between their worlds.

Captivated by the mermaid's unwavering glare, Yeosang couldn't help but find her inexplicably adorable. It was an enchanting paradox—this small, delicate creature staring down his crew, notorious for their ruthless reputation upon the sea. Their infamy preceded them, feared by all who dared to cross their path. Yet, here she was, exuding a quiet strength and defiance that seemed to belie her petite frame.

Curiosity danced within Yeosang's mind as he pondered the reasons behind her intense gaze. What had brought her to fix her eyes upon his crew with such determination? It was the first encounter he had with a mermaid, but he had long known of their existence, whispered tales and legends passed down through generations of sailors.

Was it possible that his crew had encroached upon her realm, depriving her of a bountiful meal that was rightfully hers? Or perhaps, in the perilous dance of predator and prey, they had become her potential feast, their presence serving as a tantalizing invitation for her primal instincts.

Regardless of the answer, Yeosang found himself irresistibly drawn to her. Her eyes, though small in comparison to the vastness of the sea, radiated a captivating power that commanded attention. They held secrets untold, a glimpse into a world beyond his own, and he yearned to unravel the enigma that lay within those captivating orbs.

As his eyes lower themselves on her small pout, Yeosang found his thoughts wandering into treacherous territory. Her lips, delicately shaped and adorned with a hint of natural allure, beckoned to him like the siren's song. It was an uncharted territory of desire that stirred within him, a magnetic pull that defied reason and logic.

His mind, usually consumed by the demands of the sea and the perils of their pirate pursuits, now found itself drifting to thoughts of a different nature. Thoughts of stolen glances, stolen moments, and stolen kisses. The allure of her pout, a mere glimpse into her tender vulnerability, ignited a flame of longing within him that burned with an intensity he had never known. Was this the true power of a mermaid? For in her presence, he fell under a spell of enchantment without a single note escaping her lips.

The black haired boy's attention was abruptly torn from his reverie by a cacophony of screams emanating from the ship's deck. Curiosity piqued, he swiftly turned to observe the source of the commotion, his gaze landing on the master-at-arms. A radiant smile graced the man's face, showing off his dimples, as he proudly held up a stunning necklace, while cradling a captured fish in his other hand.

"Behold, ATEEZ!" San exclaimed with undeniable excitement, his voice filled with triumph. "Look what I've discovered!"

The necklace, a breathtaking masterpiece of aquatic elegance, held the beholder's gaze captive with its sublime craftsmanship. Strands of silver, delicate as moonlight on water, intertwined gracefully, forming a sinuous chain that embraced the neck with a gentle embrace. The metal seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, as if infused with the essence of the sea itself.

Adorning the necklace were an array of luminous pearls, each one a testament to the ocean's boundless beauty. They shimmered like iridescent tears, their opalescent hues dancing in harmony with the sunlight. Light cascaded across their smooth surfaces, creating an enchanting play of colors that evoked the depths of the ocean's mysteries.

At the heart of the necklace, a captivating gemstone held court, commanding attention with its mesmerizing allure. A deep azure jewel, it gleamed with an otherworldly radiance, as if it held the secrets of the sea within its crystalline core. Its facets caught the light, casting shimmering reflections that mirrored the ebb and flow of the tides.

Upon closer inspection, delicate engravings adorned the silverwork, tracing intricate patterns inspired by the natural world. Seashells, rendered with meticulous detail, seemed to whisper tales of distant shores and hidden treasures. The craftsmanship revealed the skill and artistry of a master jeweler, their hand imbuing the necklace with a sense of wonder and enchantment.

As the necklace dangled delicately in the master-at-arms's hand, it seemed to possess a magnetic pull, drawing the eyes of all who beheld it. Its beauty transcended mere adornment.

San, his black hair composed of red streaks bouncing on his head, continued to regale his crewmates with tales of his discovery, the necklace serving as a tangible testament to his triumph.

San's cute laugh resonated, its pure and unadulterated sound cutting through the ruggedness of the pirate ship, "it seems our little fish friend has a taste for jewelry!", San's laughter continued to ripple through the air as he delicately lifted the fish, cradling it in his hands. With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he brought the fish closer to his face, their gaze locking in an amusing encounter. His joy-filled laughter seemed to dance in his eyes, forming gentle crinkles at the corners—a captivating aegyosal that radiated warmth and sincerity.

The crew watched this endearing scene unfold, their laughter blending with the rhythmic lapping of waves against the ship's hull. The contagious joy mirrored in San's eyes illuminated the camaraderie among the pirates, weaving a tapestry of shared laughter and the beauty of genuine connection.

Finally understanding the reason behind the mermaid's anger, the helmsman turns to look at the pretty girl, only to find her crying.

Yeosang's heart sank as he beheld the mermaid's tears streaming down her ethereal face. The crystalline droplets fell relentlessly, yet her gaze remained distant and vacant. It was as though she was unaware of her own weeping, her soul consumed by an insatiable longing for the stolen necklace. The sight shattered his heart into countless fragments. Oh, how he yearned to reach out and gather her fragile form into his arms, whispering words of solace and assuring her that nothing could harm her with him by her side. His fingers itched to snatch the pendant from San's clutches, to restore it to its rightful owner.

Descending with resolute determination, Yeosang strode purposefully across the deck towards San. With a swift motion, he seized the pendant, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and anguish. His gaze darted around in search of the mermaid, intending to fling the precious artifact to her. Yet, to his dismay, she had vanished. Disappeared without a trace. A sharp pang of longing pierced his chest, leaving him bereft and yearning for her presence.

His trembling hand tightened around the necklace, the temptation to cast it into the depths beneath almost overwhelming. Surely, she resided beneath the waves, seeking solace in the depths she called home. But his selfish desires held him back. If he held onto the necklace, would God be kind enough to reunite them? Would he be blessed with another glimpse of her, as she ventured forth in search of her stolen treasure? His steps faltered, uncertainty gripping his heart.

In a moment of reckoning, Yeosang made a decision. Swiftly, he concealed the necklace within the depths of his coat pocket, a silent vow to protect it until the day she crossed his path again. With a heavy sigh, he retreated to the solace of his chambers, the slamming of the door serving as an unspoken signal to his fellow crewmates that he sought solitude. Confusion etched upon their faces, they remained behind, perplexed by the enigmatic turn of events.

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[achaotichuman]

More tamlin headcanons pretty pweeseeee bbygirl pretty pweeseeee

Well I can't ignore the bbygirl calling can !?

You did not specify any particular ship so I take this as free reign to write whatever the fuck I please about Tamlin.

Tamlin has curly hair, he just doesn't wear it out because his father forced him to keep it straight and short as a child, since long curly hair was considered 'girly'. His mother has curly hair and behind his father's back taught him how to take care of it. When he has his own daughter who has curly hair he passes on his mother's knowledge to her.

Tamlin's eyes glow in the dark. Lucien once shit himself because he walked into a dark room and just saw two green eyes staring at him.

Tamlin's power act out against him at times. Shapeshifting claws will cause his hands to bleed. Antlers will create a splitting migraine. Fangs will make his teeth ache. He is also prone to forgetting what his normal form is and getting trapped in a humanoid creature form that is not quite Fae, not quite Beast and not quite human.

Tamlin sleeps in Lucien's room A LOT because he runs cold at night and Lucien is basically his personal hot water bottle.

Azriel and Cassian didn't approve of Rhysand's friendship with Tamlin BECAUSE RHYSAND JUST BROUGHT HIM HOME ONE DAY AND WAR NEARLY BROKE OUT BECAUSE SPRING THOUGHT TAMLIN HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED AND CASSIAN AND AZRIEL HAD TO SNEAK TAMLIN BACK and they just really don't want that to happen again.

Tamlin and Rhysand were married for six months before they broke up, in that time Rhysand, in clear Rhysand fashion, had everything he owned put in both his and Tamlin's names so instead of doing things like Tamlin wanted to. Aka just have everything moved back into Rhysand's name. Rhysand wrote a list detailing everything that was Tamlins and what was Rhysand's (he did that to rub it in how they were FULLY AND COMPLETELY broken up) They sealed it in a bargain. Thing is Rhysand forgot to put the Moonstone Palace on the list. So Tamlin technically owns it, and because of the magic can come to claim it at any given moment, (that's also the real reason Rhysand wiped everyone's memories of Velaris).

Whenever Tamlin as a kid got a little too angry, Andras would grab him by his ankles and hold him upside down until he was calm. As an adult Tamlin is a little too big for that, but the lesson stayed and whenever he starts to lash out, all Andras has to do is reach for his ankles and Tamlin is scrambling away.

Once when Tamlin's back was turned to him, whilst he was staring out over the ocean, Lucien rushed at him to shove him into the water. Tamlin heard him coming and grabbed Lucien right as he went to shove him and tossed him into the sea. Lucien was not happy.

When he misses his mother, Tamlin climbs onto the tall oak in the middle of the gardens and sits in the branches. It was the tree him, his mother, and sometimes his brothers escaped too when his father made their life too hellish to remain inside. All their names are carved into the trunk of the tree.

When he was five years old, Tamlin's eldest brother gave him armour he wore in the War. It was one of the only nice things he ever did for him, and when he was first given them, Tamlin couldn't even pick up the breastplate. He wore the armour in the War against Hybern.

Tamlin can use his magical control of the wind and air to manipulate the weather. Sometimes in the dead of night, he will escape out to the forests with his fiddle and as he loses himself to his music his magic will react and cause terrifying thunderstorms.

Tamlin will have horrific nightmares of everyone he knows being tortured and killed by Amarantha, his father and brothers, or Rhysand. When he wakes up from them the first thing he will do is go to everyone's rooms and make sure they are still alive and sleeping soundly, this quickly became the only way to prevent him from having panic attacks after he wakes up. Since the destruction of his Court and everyone leaving him, Tamlin can't check on everyone and often has intense panic attacks, his mind convincing him the nightmares came true and everyone is dead.

Before he was High lord, Tamlin played in a small band in different taverns and out in markets. Once at a High lord's meeting, a Courtier attended who recognised him as the kid with the fiddle and the good voice and gushed to him about how much he loved his songs. Fully unaware Tamlin was the High lord of Spring. Everyone was very confused.

Tamlin likes to lay in Lucien's bed when he's gone. Tamlin sometimes also likes shapeshifting into a snake. Put the two together and you get to hear just how high-pitched Lucien's screams are.

Once a large pack of wolves descended on the Spring Manor, killed many livestock, were threatening to a lot of Fae. The sentries and Tamlin went to investigate. They found them hiding in the forests, but as the sentries went to fire and kill, they turned to see Tamlin nearly dying from cuteness as he gave one of the wolves belly rubs while saying "Who's a good boy??? You're a good boy!!!!! Yes you are!! Yes you are!!!" Now that pack of wolves follows Tamlin around and obeys his beck and call.

Tamlin does not like waking up early if he can avoid it. Lucien is always up early and goes downstairs to drink coffee and read his book. Tamlin does not like waking up and not seeing Lucien, so Lucien has taken to bringing his coffee upstairs and reading his book in bed. Now Tamlin wakes up nearly every morning to the smell of coffee and spice, Lucien's fingers in his hair, and seeing him enthralled in his book. Tamlin will not make a sound and just watches him while basking in the feeling of him stroking his hair.

Tamlin had a crush on Norstrus.

[c0ffinrehearsal]

i love all of siriuss silly little early 00s outfits in ywlm all the velvet!! the dress w the mary janes and butterfly clips!!! the justice top!!!!!! god hes so

also just. siriuss gender fucked aggressively y2k bbygirl fits next to remuss flannels and sweaters,,,, his TUBE SOCKS,,,, the handrolled cigs hes such a hipster piece of trash i LOVE

n e ways alexa play hello seattle by owl city i love this fic

thank you!!! figuring out their outfits has been my fave part so far. i actually made a lil pinterest board for it, if u wanna check that out.

remus is THE hipster piece of trash, and sirius is just this genderless babygirl, a glowing little bundle of anxiety in fuckin platform sandals and tiny tank tops. what a fuckin pair they make, i just love them.

[snooblydoot]

Bbygirl is glowing this valentines

[the-acid-pear-art]

Tumblr Halloween Icon but make it bbygirl

[bbygurl42]

Literally using the Christmas lights to get this glow 🤷🏾‍♀️💕 I looks good tho so ayyye, hopefully things are turning around for me! I’m giving off positive vibes only boo! 😘 #blackgirlmagic #me ##floridagirl #alternativegirl #greenhair #blackgirlsblog #glow #fentybeauty #fentyface #hoops #chocker #afropunk #afropuff #bbygirl #gold #trophywife #heyarnold #lashes

[saucysamu]

Okay so... I know you’re not in the mood to write rn but still emergency request? like you can do a really small one bbygirl and don’t pressure yourself to write it immediately! ❤️

My friend just tiggered me cause she bought the same pair of trousers I got and she has them in S and I needed L. Like I would‘ve never fit in S. Yet she does and her body is similar to mine? Also she gained weight & I lost some?? and I’m just confused and my mind is getting stupid Ed related thoughts again like? I lost weight & gained muscles yet I’m still too fat??? Eventho I’m not like you can see my ripcage ??? & can I get some comfort from Oikawa, Sakusa & Atsumu pls?

My love I hope you’re doing better by now and don’t keep on spending your time thinking about that 🥺 you know you can rant to me whenever you feel like it, ilysm ❤️

Anyways here we go,,

Oikawa, Sakusa and Atsumu x reader who struggles with an ED

warnings: mention of ED/ body image/ food

Oikawa

* You’ve been dating for quite a while so Oikawa is aware of what went through your mind back then 

* and he knows how to deal with it quite well??

* though he wished he didn’t have to, you’re so perfect in his eyes he will never be able to wrap his head around how someone like you would worry about such things

* so when you mention it all awkwardly to him that,, specific thoughts keep occurring again his mind goes A L A R M

* you even feel too embarrassed to look at him at all, but what for?

* he hugs you softly, placing his chin on the top of your head “you know I would never judge you for the way you feel right?” you just hum quietly as a response

* ladies, gentlemen and non-binary babes: here we have another king of pushing your self-esteem or crushing it in the case of enemies

* idk how he does it but he always says the right things to you without messing up or triggering you

* bet he’s the first one to distract you and support you like no other

* bitch cooks recipes of your fave foods to cook them more healthily so you won’t feel guilty

* need a gym buddy? Oikawa agrees before you can even ask him 

* he tries to be subtle when observing your behavior bc even when he acts calm he’s still worried to death

* however it doesn’t stay unnoticed by you lol and you’d just reassure him with a teasing grin

* as much as he wants to believe it, he catches himself at times just wanting to make extra sure,,

* but he knows you’re strong!! and a fighter!! 

* Still cautious when it comes to food even if you got better, it low-key became a habit of his to make sure you eat properly

* honestly can’t wait to go shopping with you again to hype you tf up and show you off to the world like “Ha! I have the prettiest gf on earth!! Watch her go off!!!”

Sakusa

* oh boy oh boy it took so long for the both of you to finally date so you can bet your ass he cares about you almost more than cleanliness,, almost

* which means there are only two things that make him feel startled,,, germs and you suffering

* he was NOT prepared for this

* I’m not gonna lie he’s the type that never got behind how being mentally ill worked, he always took everything as it was and would usually roll his eyes at someone claiming they’re depressed like honestly he’s such a “get over it, everyone gets sad sometimes😔✌🏻” - kind of guy cbdahjbks help💀

* well at least that is until he started to get to know you

* at the beginning he was still in denial like ??? iTs NoT ThaT ComPLiCatEd someone give this man some empathy PLEASE

* scratch that when he finds out how severe this can actually get yes he watched documentaries on EDs but if you asked no he didn’t 

* you notice his caution now tho like come on it’s obvious

* finds excuses to spend more time with you, always wants to be as close to you as possible my guy wants make sure you’re not ✨messing around✨

* suspiciously more affectionate than before

* adjusts to you more easily now like who are we kidding this man wants you to be okay, no, GLOWING bc you’re his precious baby

* cuddle sessions with you sitting between his legs, leaning against his chest while doing your daily self care routine and watching cheesy Netflix originals

* it’d be quiet the whole time and out of nowhere he’d randomly tell you how beautiful and perfectly clean you are and how much he loves you,, as if it was nothing,,smh OmiOmi

* he’s too awkward to suggest actually useful things to you,, I mean his emotional intelligence is a little uhhh behind so what do we expect

* would do anything for you that is of help tho so if you ask him to do this or that he’d never say no to you

* cooks healthy meals for you and yes he CAN cook

* if you ever argued about it then it would probably be bc he doesn’t get how you can think so low of yourself. He doesn’t want to be angry let alone show his anger about it to you but sometimes he can’t help but feeling frustrated. You both can be stubborn so it probably takes a while for him to make it up to. 

* his apologies are the most sincere you’ll ever witness.

* actually puts a lot of effort into those so you just can’t stay angry with him ://

* he really tries his best and sometimes in a moment of silence when you two lie down cuddled up with tangled legs and your ear pressed against his chest, his heartbeat reassures you that he’s there for you no matter what.

Atsumu

* he always thought you were being sarcastic whenever you left remarks on your body

* malfunctions when he realize you weren’t 

* ffs he’s overwhelmed and doesn’t know what to say when you actually talk about it

* tries to bite down his tears

* he fails

* and just hugs you tightly from behind so you don’t see him like that

* soft whispers in your ear that he’ll make you love yourself the way you should while cradling you 

* he’s not convinced he’ll be able to actually manage that but you can be certain he’ll put his whole heart into trying so.

* internal panic when he sees you being down so he awkwardly tries to light your mood with bad fuckin jokes,, he doesn’t know you laugh at the actual jokes but rather at him 💀

* like the perfect clumsy boyfriend he is - his attempts to cook something you’d be comfortable with go horribly wrong since he can’t cook for shit so he begs Osamu to cook something for you and Atsumu would just take his bike and get to Onigiri Miya and back in no time

* his clumsiness would distract you all the time and you can’t convince me otherwise 

* when you laugh at him like that he’d pout out of embarrassment but it would turn into a smile at the way you laugh right after like ugh he’s blessed

* probably asks Osamu for advice every now and then and his brother is just like??? you’re asking ME?? despite him still giving good advice

* ofc he works out with you what did you expect though he doesn’t want you to overdo it 🥺

* wants you to be around whenever he has practice or games, he’s more at peace knowing you’re not doing god knows what

* and you better keep your eyes and mind on him at all times 👀😼

* showering you with so many compliments like even about things you didn’t even notice yourself, he’s just really paying attention to you thoroughly it seems like every day he loves you more and more and he makes sure you realize that.

I really hope you liked it and I’d be happy about any feedback so please leave some bc I’m kinda insecure about my writing in general lol

[herhighnessthequeen]

hi! any tips for a college girl trying to reinvent herself as to a literal hoe goddess figure on the grind?

Yes bbygirl I do!!I actually have some great post already made for this situation:BTS GLO UP TIPS: https://herhighnessthequeen.tumblr.com/post/175456191870/back-to-school-glow-up

HOE TIPS FOR SCHOOL/STUDYING: https://herhighnessthequeen.tumblr.com/post/163618112440/hoe-tips-school-and-studying

HOE TIPS FOR LOOKING YOUR BEST WHEN YOU HAVE ZERO TIME: https://herhighnessthequeen.tumblr.com/post/164931592295/hoe-tips-looking-your-best-when-you-have-zeroMost of all you gotta have that confidence baby!!!If you need anything message me privately!!

[atrueamericantragedy-blog]

carelessly drifting