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#i don't know y'all#the whole 'losing one more good person won't make the world better don't take yourself out of it' line isn't really working for me anymore#not really sure i'm interested in making the world a better place at this point#since all it seems to have gotten us in the past 10 years is a 100 year backslide#and i wish i could be confident that 'we just need to survive the next four years'#but i am not confident there will even be an election in four years' time#and i am even less convinced we will survive to see it if there is#i am actively terrified because i am a registered democrat and a woman and queer#because all those threats about getting rid of his enemies? i am one of them. i even embody many of them.#and i'm not convinced it was all talk#and on top of that i am actually so very privileged comparatively#i am white i was born in this country i have a reasonably stable job and i live in ny#ânot in an area where i can be openly queer or even openly democrat but still i have some protections many others don't#and i am terrified and defeated and yeah maybe it's selfish but i am very much feeling like there's no fucking point anymore#personal#tw suicidal ideation#will probably delete later i don't know
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A lot of âbehind the scenesâ stuff really colored fandom sentiment towards certain characters, Winn is hit hardest because the actor said some pretty off key stuff during one of the cons (Mon els actor too) so itâs pretty clear thatâs the reason, because letâs call a spade a spade, Alex was way more âproblematicâ than anyone could ever claim Winn to be (which was not very). But in general âship warsâ (rolling my eyes real hard here) always bring out the most unreasonable in people soâŠ
yeah i remember everybody talking about that comic con situation like it was some enormously traumatic incident and i was like damn jeremy jordan must have spit in our faces and called us dykes!
and then i watched the video and was like lol. wait this is The Unspeakable Incident????
meanwhile that one girl was getting a cease and desist letter from melissaâs legal team for calling her homophobic because she laughed at the joke like good LORD was it wild times
#i personally have never been a âthe showrunners/cast invalidated my ship and it hurts my feelingsâ type#if you tell me your character is not gay i am going to now make her fuck another woman even harder in my next fic#like. i was born and raised in the rizzles fandom where angie harmon was borderline actually homophobic and i had a ball in that bitch#so i was genuinely really surprised to see how distressed everyone was by what was; by my metric; a fairly harmless joke#wild times in this fandom truly. honoured to say not one of the top most insane iâve been in but damn close#anonymous#answered
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american classics blasting in the car!
#lana del rey#lizzy grant#norman fucking rockwell#cinnamon girl#this is what makes us girls#born to die#born to die paradise edition#ultraviolence#honeymoon#lust for life#chemtrails over the country club#blue banisters#did you know that thereâs a tunnel under ocean blvd#cds#jack antonoff#mariners apartment complex#venice bitch#fuck it i love you#doin time#love songs#how to disappear#california#the next best american record#the greatest#bartender#happiness is a butterfly#hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have but i have it
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âIf a lot of men get killed at one go, does it make the killing of one man less of a crime? I donât know, Andy, I donât know. Iâm only twenty and they say today the world is ours, but Pa was twenty once and felt the world was his, and long, long ago Mad was twenty too, laughing at applauding audiences, smiling from picture postcards, and when I am as old as she is nothing will have changedâŠâ
Daphne du Maurier, Rule Britannia (1972)
#think about the context of this woman writing this right#she was born in 1907#so by the time she was 20 she had lived through one world war with the next right on the horizon#as well as at this point witnessing the effects of so many other 20th century conflicts#sheâs 65 at this point and this is what she sees ahead for future generations#which Iâve no doubt others saw coming as well but just like everyone for USUK in the book is acting#Iâm sure plenty read this and thought but that could never happen not now not here not to us#but look where we are today#look at the genocide being enacted in Palestine#I want people to read this book in 2024 and think hard about it#because the events of the book are happening to white people in England right#Iâm not at all trying to say she described anything on the level of the real world atrocities currently happening#but the slowly building anxiety of âbut what could really happen they wonât do thatâ#then overnight all these new restrictions and retaliation#phones cut power cut water cut travel ban#just because itâs happening to people far away from your life#doesnât mean it could never happen#you wouldnât see it coming or think it was all that bad until suddenly it was too late#obviously I am reaching to apply this book to today but I think it could make certain people reexamine their mindset#daphne du maurier#rule britannia#quote#this book is making me think so much about imperialism and occupation and military states and civilian cruelty#through such an interesting lens considering what I know of Daphne du mauriers life up to the point she wrote this#this was her last novel#and itâs so different from her other novels#like this to me is her equivalent of a Connecticut Yankee in king Arthurâs court#except itâs just the ending where everything becomes terrible so fast
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life can be so easy sometimes. woag
#i ordered a pair of prescription transition glasses online at a great price & i love them sooo much but forgot they'd need adjusting#i just told my manager hey do you mind if i leave a little early today & she was just like yeah no worries#so i walked over to the local opticians & the woman there was so sweet. did the adjustment & was also like#'hey do you want a smaller nose pad? i think it would be more comfortable for you' so she went ahead & did that#whilst explaining to me how the process works bc i've always been genuinely curious how they adjust them. i learned they use a heat machine#to be able to adjust the temples :) also different glasses have different max heat points so you always have to be careful#then she showed me all the tools to switch out the pads which looked very fun. like tiny lego kind of fun#also she asked me abt my accent & i just told her 'no exciting story unfortunately. i'm autistic so i tend to pick up accents#but next time i'll make one up for you' to which she replied with the funniest story abt how her husband who was born without#anything past his right elbow loooooves to do that. make up stories abt how it got frozen off on a trip to the north that went bad or#bitten off by a shark or donated to someone else or to science. & she says all this with so much fond exasperation it was v funny & v sweet#7
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Went to visit my great aunt in the hospital and she and all the other old ladies in the room spent no less than 15 minutes discussing in DETAIL all the different kinds of operations they suspect Kate Middleton of having đ”âđ«đ«
#on the one hand its kind of funny to see celebrity culture transcend generations#if these ladies were born but a few decades later they would be absolutely entrenched in the weeds of stan twitter#on the other hand this conversation was so mind grating it made me want to kill myself and everyone in the room with me#i just barely escaped with my life by distracting her with a joke about her becoming such a yenta which made her laugh extremely hard#and then she started telling me a story about her own aunts when she was a kid and i nearly died of relief for the subject change#but rest assured I will remember this next time some boomer tries to imply our generation is somehow uniquely obsessed w/ celebrity worship#these ladies are 90 years old fanfic-ing about some random british woman having ovarian cysts like omg đđđ#didnt you people live through a WORLD WAR?? surely you have other things to think about
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omg what if Barb's middle name is Ann
#u know like the beach boys song#barbara d'wire#gorillaz next gen#and the song was made around the time she was born. a bit sooner. so its completely possible#she was named after it#Barbara Ann D'Wire..... cries is so cute <- talking about a 60 year old woman
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any other trans people look back at shit from before you'd figured out your identity where you expressed desire to connect with your agab in a very extreme way and get hit hard with the "oh my god i used to love my agab clearly this whole trans thing is wrong" and then 5 minutes later realise "wait a minute, wasn't i repressing every thought i had back then and also severely mentally unwell" or is that just me
#wow @ me next time#ftm#trans#i also had one recently where i was watching lily alexander's yt vid on mogai and some young gender questioning tumblr user anonymously sai#âhey i think i was supposed to be born amab so i could be a trans womanâ and lily was straight away like âyes that is an eggâ and like#i literally had that exact belief for a few years lmao#thanks for coming to my ted (tag) talk
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talking to him more very much achieved. we just talked for like 4 hours in the kitchen holy shit I need to sleep
#I went into the kitchen to wash up wanting it to be a few minutes to get back to my parents by he came home at the same time#unsure what just happened honestly! as in Iâm not sure what is going on from his end of the interaction#because I have never met anyone who would just do that before. like four hours straight when before weâd talked for periods of idk 10minutes#and he WAS engaged the whole time#granted he spent a significant amount of time talking. he talked far more than I did which is often the case but Im not sure how I felt here#I think he gets excited abt individual topics and. gets carried away is the wrong word but he gets absorbed in it#he spent a while talking me through the very complex maths heâs been doing recently#(he studies maths. also abt to start masters.) and was assuming a much stronger mathematical background than I have but I understood a bunch#he IS very good at explaining things and I was interested to a point but unfortunately I was not going to ask about individual theorems and#shit like that at 11pm. it was still super interesting Iâm not downplaying that but I didnât know half of what he brought up#there was basically no way I was going to understand much more than the vague concept anyway#anyway! also extremely into food. especially into traditional chinese cooking which is cool as fuck and I now know so much more abt food#I have never personally cared much at all about food. I enjoy when taste good and I enjoy cooking. heâs into the precision cooking#that he told me apparently Chinese and French food is the best in the world at. meant to be amazing at going for specific effects#oh he came back from a musical! apparently abt a woman with bipolar that was on in London I might check what that was. next to normal#cried 7 times. apparently heâs super into stories with that kinda emotional payoff. started telling me later abt tokyo animation#priest if youâre already seeing this I WILL be asking you abt it later but pls tell me whatever. he likes clannad and sound euphorium#bunch of others but those are the ones he talked most abt and started tearing up when he played me a song from clannad where the babyâs born#so I think biggest things Iâve learned are that heâs impressively in touch w his emotions (further damaging the straight guy case)#regardless itâs just nice to talk to a guy who talks abt stuff so openly itâs very refreshing#unsure how cultural differences factor in here. I wouldâve expected it to go the other way but possible this is a degree more normal#and heâs very very academically minded. he learned Japanese bc was bored after high school and is doing a WHOLE lot of extra maths for fun#socially definitely very competent heâs very good at talking but a little more focused inward.#definitely did not notice the (admittedly extremely gentle) flirting throughout like when I complimented his bracelet#(this cute gold year of the rat thing his mum got him)#so yeah. was very fun talking to him. will process this for a while#I think this has definitely established that we could be friends if either of us pursue that after summer which is very cool!! will see#luke.txt
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When Tina Turner left her first husband - who was also her boss, captor, and brutal tormentor - she snuck out of their Dallas hotel room with a single thought in her mind: "The way out is through the door." From there she fled across the midnight freeway, semi-trucks careening past her, with 36 cents and a Mobil gas card in her pocket. As soon as she decided to walk out that door, she owned nothing else. When she filed for divorce, she made an unusual request. She didn't want anything: not the song rights, not the cars, not the houses, not the money. All she wanted was the stage name he gave her - Tina - and her married name - Turner. This was the name by which the world had come to know her, and keeping it was her only chance to salvage her career. Things could have gone a lot of ways from there. She could have labored in obscurity for decades, maybe making records on small labels to be prized by vinyl connoisseurs in Portland. She could have stayed in Vegas, where she first went to get her chops back up, and worked as a nostalgia act. And, of course, given what she had been through, she might have ⊠not made it. What happened instead is that Tina Turner became the biggest global rock star of the 80s. I'm old enough to barely remember this, but if you aren't, it was like this: The Rolling Stones would headline a stadium one day, and the next day it would be Tina Turner. A middle-aged Black woman - she became a rock star at 42! - sitting atop the 1980s like it was her throne. She managed this because of whatever rare stuff she was made of (this is a woman whose label gave her two weeks to record her solo debut, Private Dancer, which went five times platinum); because she decided to speak publicly about her abusive marriage and forge her own identity, and in doing so give hope and courage to countless women; and also because - in a perhaps unlikely twist for a girl from Nutbush, Tennessee - she had her practice of Soka Gakkai Nichiren Buddhism, to which she credited her survival. She remained devout until the end. Tina's second marriage - to her, her only marriage - was to Edwin Bach, a Swiss music executive 16 years her junior. Of him, she said, "Erwin, who is a force of nature in his own right, has never been the least bit intimidated by my career, my talents, or my fame." In 2016, after a barrage of health problems, Tina's kidneys began to fail. A Swiss citizen by then, she had started preparing for assisted suicide when her husband stepped in. According to Tina, he said, "He didn't want another woman, or another life." He gave her one of his kidneys, buying her the remainder of her time on this earth and perhaps closing a cycle which took her from a man who inflicted injury upon her to a man willing to inflict injury upon himself to save her from harm. Born into a share-cropping family as Anna Mae Bullock in 1939, she died Tina Turner in a palatial Swiss estate: the queen of rock 'n roll; a storm of a performer with a wildcat-fierce voice; a dancer of visceral, spine-tingling potency and ability; a beauty for the ages; a survivor of terrible abuse and an advocate for others in similar situations; an author and actress; a devout Buddhist; a wife and mother; a human being of rare talent and perseverance who, through her transcendent brilliance, became a legend.
Credit: Will Stenberg
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michaela mabinty deprince (1995-2024)
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today, september 13th, 2024, the ballet world lost an extraordinary dancer and woman.
michaela mabinty deprince was born on january 6th, 1995, as mabinty bangura, in sierra-leone. she was orphaned, her parents passing to due to both direct and indirect causes of the civil war in her home country. she was demonized by her caretakers for her vitiligo, being called a âdevilâs childâ, and suffering from other forms of neglect and abuse. in 1999, deprince was adopted by an american couple along with another girl, and they were taken to new jersey, united states of america.
her hopes of becoming a ballerina had been planted when she found a ballerina on a magazine cover in her home country. she didnât know of ballet at the time, but treasured the picture and dreamed of dancing. this dream blossomed into truth when she moved to the states, being put into ballet lessons soon after her arrival. deprince was a four-time participant in youth america grand prix, one of the largest ballet competitions in the united states. she was awarded a scholarship to study at the jaqueline kennedy onassis school of ballet, the associate school of american ballet theatre.
despite facing racial discrimination and other hardships in and out of the industry, deprince persisted in her dream of becoming a professional ballet dancer. in 2012, at the age of 16, she became the youngest member of dance theatre of harlem, and the next year, she joined the junior company of the dutch national ballet. she soon rose through the ranks, joining the main company and attaining the rank of soloist. she was the first dancer of african origin to ever join the company, and a shining advocate and role model for black women in ballet.
her other accomplishments include being an ambassador for war child holland, a dutch organization working to improve the wellbeing and resilience of children directly affected by war. she visited uganda and lebanon through the organization. she also appeared in beyoncĂ©âs 2016 music video for âfreedomâ.
she will dance among all the stars in the sky. rest in peace beautiful michaela mabinty, you are already so missed. âĄ
#rest in peace beautiful michaela#tags are strictly for reach and to share about the loss of this incredible woman#michaela deprince#michaela mabinty deprince#ballet#dutch national ballet#art#photography#fashion#film#balletcore#neoclassical ballet#american ballet theatre#nyc ballet#dance theatre of harlem#black ballerina#black excellence#dance theater of harlem#new york city ballet#ballerina#ballet aesthetic#the nutcracker#nutcracker#swan lake#gif#gifs#my gifs#black girl magic
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Terrible Two | Max Verstappen x Hamilton! Reader
Summary: Lewis hates the idea of Max dating his sister. Not because he's overprotective but because heâs trying to save the younger driver from the insanity of his sister. Or the one where Y/N terrorises the Grid OFF the track and Max terrorises them ON the track.
Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Not 2021.
Female reader with various faceclaims. Pics found on Pinterest.
Requested by @shelbyteller
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YourUserName race day with my favourite hamilton (oh, and lewis was there too, i guess) đ tagged: roscoelovescoco, lewishamilton
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User 1 i live for the hamilton sibling shade
lewishamilton i miss how peaceful my life was before you were born
â YourUserName i miss how peaceful my life was before i was born too
â User2 oof, felt that
roscoelovescoco loves you aunty y/n
â YourUserName and i love you my sweet boy. iâm already planning my next attempt to kidnap you
â User3 i love that she wastes no time to pick on lewis but plays along with his roscoe account
â YourUserName i donât play when it comes to my fluffy man
User4 miss thing, you are not slick. we all see the red bull in the last slide
â User5 omg and they were seen chatting outside the space between the two garages earlier
â User6 she was also seen talking to charles, pierre, valtteri and george but i donât see any of you linking them together?
â User7 her and Charles tho
â User6 ffs đ
mercedesamgf1 you and roscoe are also our favourite hamiltons
â lewishamilton i just canât catch a break
charles_leclerc thank you for letting me into the garage to see the baby đ¶
maxverstappen1 always nice having you around the paddock
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YourUserName another weekend, another flex đ. also, thank you to @ nike for literally being the reason i get to chase my brother around the world tagged: lewishamilton, georgerussell63
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georgerussell63 will you stop eating my snacks
â YourUserName no, you donât need them. your trainer says youâre getting fat
â georgerussell63 donât tell lies!
lewishamilton shoes on the bed!!
â YourUserName they never touched the bed! and theyâve never even touched the ground!
â YourUserName get off my post!
â YourUserName go lose some races!
â lewishamilton just like youâve lost my love!
â YourUserName i never wanted it in the first place!
charles_leclerc perhaps you could wear red next?
â landonorris nah mate. papaya all the way
â maxverstappen1 i think she'd look better in blue
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mercedesamgf1 thank you for being the most entertaining member of the garage
â georgerussell63 admin, how could you? i thought i was the best đ„ș
User8 i'm living for y/n's sponsored post for work literally leads to her terrorising half the grid
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User9 no because the way this woman had him blushing and kicking his feet outside his own garage earlier, heâs smitten
â User10 i was in the paddock and no joke, he giggled!
User11 um i highly doubt max is flirting with y/n to mess with lewis, if anything, lewis asked y/n to flirt with max to mess up his game
â User12 i bet youâre feeling real foolish about this comment now (race day tweet)
â User13 agreed with user12, if anything the flirting fuelled max because he won with an 8 second lead
User14 no because they would be far too hot for any of us to handle
YourUserName oh look at that, Iâm trending again
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YourUserName thanks for having me @ redbullracing. it was a different perspective of the track, thatâs for sure. well done on your 1-2 tagged: maxverstappen1
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mercedesamgf1 but youâre still a traitor đ
lewishamilton i missed you
â YourUserName @ lewishamilton youâre so needy
â YourUserName but i missed you too
redbullracing our good luck charm
â georgerussell63 back off. you canât have her
â mercedesamgf1 @ georgerussell63 you tell âem, boo
maxverstappen1 it was a delight to have you
â User15 dude you need better rizz than that
charles_leclerc ferrari in the future?
â lewishamilton no
â georgerussell63 no
â mercedesamgf1 no
â maxverstappen1 no
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danielricciardo i tried getting you to visit me there for years but max comes along and asks ONCE
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â User15 omg max invited her
â User16 omg she was there for work
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YourUserName he said he liked my curls so I let him take me for a drive
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yourfriend okay but the hair is looking fire
lewishamilton whoâs car is that
lewishamilton where are you
lewishamilton who are you with
lewishamilton I know youâre on your phone. stop ignoring my comments
â User1 lewis is killing me
â User2 sheâs really making him work up a sweat
yourfriend2 these pics are killing me. salivating
â yourfriend3 agreed. bark bark woof woof
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User3 okay but doesnât that look a lot like maxâs recent car?
â lewishamilton show me the evidence
â User3 omg no way you replied
â User4 you literally can barely see the car but okay?
maxverstappen1 was he at least a good driver?
â YourUserName i donât know. he hit the curb and was a bit on the slow side
â User5 you ain't slick, sis
landonorris omg you promised you wouldnât tell anyone about us
â YourUserName omg but you kept asking me for curl care routines. how could i resist?
alex_albon i mean the curls are nice but i donât know how he can put up with your personality
â YourUserName @ lilymhe dump him
â lilymhe but heâs losing? so i feel like i have to wait until the season is over
â alex_albon babe!
User6 do they need a third
User7 everybody stay FUCKIGN CALM!
User8 okay but the way he holds her when he kisses her đ„č
User9 can somebody check on lewis? i feel he may not be able to handle this
User10 anyone else think these photos are an absolute invasion of privacy? how disgusting
â User11 oh agreed. we hate that this was done but we're also so happy that they're together
User12 the dream team. one can terrorise the grid OFF the track and one terrorises them ON the track
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YourUserName when bae is thirsty so am i đŠ
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User13 is this a hard launch
â User14 no, i think the paps did that for them
â maxverstappen1 she had a 10 page document of plans for a soft launch as well
â User15 um miss y/n, we'll still take those posts please
User16 does this mean weâre going to be getting y/n in the red bull garage from now to on and not Merc :(
â georgerussell63 we were told we had to have shared custody
â mercedesedamgf1 toto and christian had to sign a contract
lewishamilton i donât like this. i'm happy for you but i do not need max verstappen thirst traps all over my feed
â YourUserName well, i know you much prefer the real thing but youâre not allowed to drool over that anymore
â lewishamilton how do i disown you?
â YourUserName i've been asking myself that question for years
danielricciardo woohoo maxie. i wasn't familiar with you like that
charles_leclerc it's nice to see the two of you finally together so that max stops talking to me in the cool down room about your beauty
â maxverstappen1 shut the fuck up.
â YourUserName @ maxverstappen1 aww you think iâm pretty
â maxverstappen1 of course I do
landonorris how could you do this to me. i thought we were forever
â YourUserName we werenât even for 2 minutes
â danielricciardo she only likes champions, mate
redbullracing going to need these blown up and out in the garage
â YourUserName already on it
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YourUserName just a couple of besties aka my brother wants to steal my boyfriend tagged: maxverstappen1, lewishamilton
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danielricciardo i think you mean MY boyfriend
â YourUserName max told me your little fling meant nothing to him
â danielricciardo @ maxverstappen1 you bitch!
â maxverstappen1 i'm sorry but y/n means more to me than our night together
â danielricciardo take it back
â YourUserName your head game just wasnât that strong
â lewishamilton @ YourUserName i hate you for making me read that
georgerussell63 why donât you take pics like this of me with lewis đ„ș i like him more than max does
â YourUserName @ lewishamilton youâre upsetting all of your boyfriends tonight
â lewishamilton i hate you
landonorris does this mean youâre free for me to hit you up
â maxverstappen1 watch your back on the track
â redbullracing @ maxverstappen1 christian said youâre not allowed to say that online anymore
â maxverstappen1 for legal purposes, my previous comment was a joke
maxverstappen1 youâre the only Hamilton for me, schatje
â YourUserName love you baby
â maxverstappen1 love you too đ
â charles_leclerc @ maxverstappen1 i miss when you loved me
mercedesamgf1 please stop posting these. youâre making the rest of the grid jealous
mclaren please stop upsetting the grid by revealing their affairs. now theyâre all crying
williamsracing @ YourUserName for the sake of the race, please stop stealing max from his boyfriends. they canât drive through their tears
redbullracing we need more content like this, please. if the other drivers are too heartsick, thereâs nothing standing in our way
â redbullracing for legal reasons, this is a joke
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won't you be my sunshine-a.h.
a/n: runner!hotch x sunshine!reader !! sooooo fluffy, first hotch fic of mine so be gentle with me! lots of pining and happy end <3 happy to continue with these two in an au!
Aaron Hotchner is not a particularly emotive man.Â
This is a skill he has honed, a cherished quality that was not born of luck or of natural ability, but a skill that he has honed down to a fine tip point. He needs to be, in this job. Itâs cost him things, of course, but for the most part, Aaron is happy with his choices. He takes a firm line with people he works with, and does not always let up in his personal life.
The only time this sometimes causes a hitch, is in his romantic life.
Which isnât to say that he has one.Â
There is a woman who reads in the park every morning. Aaron affectionately thinks of this bench as her bench, as it is marked by wisterias and hyacinths on either end of it. Itâs something of a ritual, after his runs, that they talk.Â
Itâs fun. He doesnât have a lot of space for fun. Heâd collapsed on the bench one day after siphoning his anger at a particular case into a difficult run. Heâd crashed onto the bench, sweaty and exhausted and hadnât even seen her there. Which is a bit impressive, as sheâs hard to miss the sight of. It is also in equal measure embarrassing. Itâs not every day you collapse in front of a gorgeous woman, disturbing her from what is likely a lovely afternoon in the park.
Thatâs how it started, anyway. She doesnât run, so each break is punctuated by her company. Heâs actually not sure if theyâre flirting. Heâs not very good at that- the last time he has to he was 17 and so full of unearned confidence, he lucked into a partnership.Â
Now, heâs a bit older and a lot more scarred. Sheâs younger than him, not by much. She laughs with her whole chest at his dry, glib humor- and this is something Aaron had forgotten. The joy of a beautiful, wonderful womanâs company beside you.Â
He feels a little out of place next to her. Romance is not something he does. Ever thought heâd do again, really. Thatâs not to say that this is romance. Their romance is almost entirely hypothetical. He thinks of her at work, which is a monumental development in and of itself.Â
âSo, how was the paperwork? I know youâve been taking a little more on since your colleague had a baby. Itâs so kind of you to do it.â She asks him on a beautiful August morning.Â
He fights off a blush that she remembers what heâs done for JJ. Heâs not big on mentioning his own good deeds. Aaron believes that this would cancel it out. Still, her praise is a warm balm to the exhaustion that plagues him. Itâs hedonistic, the way he wants her to say more about him. He wonders absentmindedly if she knew everything about him thatâs hard to love, sheâd still paint him with such a light and warm glance. Sheâs bright enough, heâs tempted to tell her everything about him just because she asks.Â
âIt wasâŠalright. My team is excellent. Iâm lucky to work with people like them, it makes the process better. I couldnât ask for more.â
She giggles a little at this, and thereâs that roar of affection.Â
He feels a sense of ease around her, one that is suspicious for him. He tries not to romanticize, but this connection is hard not to. Sheâs beautiful- this is obvious to anyone who meets her, a simple truth of her. But Aaron is trained to notice things little factors that show the truth of someone.Â
He likes to watch her- itâs a pleasant thing, getting to be in her presence. Itâs a little addicting, the way she looks at him. It makes him feel like all of the things he knows to be true of himself- his relative failures, the closed-off nature of his demeanor- are things that not only can be overlooked, but donât seem to be in her line of sight at all. Itâs an honor, to have her doe eyes rake over the sight of him, to meet him with gentle conversation.Â
He tries not to notice that she is gorgeous. Aaron has been around beautiful women, of course- this is not something that should surprise him. But thereâs something effervescent about her, something that his him wondering if itâs possible that she might feel the same way about him. He knows that he used to be a more attractive man, but now. Well, heâs a bit bruised, both metaphorically and physically.Â
It feels odd to even think of this happening. Sheâs just got a warm, sweet tone and he replays what itâs like when she greets him. She smiles her brilliant grin and sometimes hugs him. Itâs embarrassing how much he likes the feeling of it- soft curves against hard muscle and scarred skin. She always smells wonderful, and he wonders how nice it would be to have more of this.Â
âI like your new shirt, by the way.â She smiles at him, and his heart jumps. It feels juvenile, but- sheâs wearing a new lipstick, it seems. Her beautiful pout looks awfully tempting.Â
âI like the lip color,â he tries to compliment back amenably, but that doesnât stick. Instead, it comes out too earnest. Heâs hyper aware of the fact that sheâs right by him. She flushes, and Aaron feels a surge of pride.Â
âThank you,â she says, voice softer and flattered, and isnât that a pretty sound? Heâd love to do that for her, make her feel seen, make her feel like sheâs as beautiful as she is, âI thought you might like it.â
Itâs her directiveness that breaks the seal, he supposes looking back. Because she wore the lipstick for him. Thatâs just about the only thing it can mean, and he is struck with a particularly sensory fantasy of what it would be like to slot his mouth against hers- he gets the feeling it might be worth it even if he gets the color on his mouth.Â
Heâs a gentleman, though, he decides after a decidedly ungentlemanly amount of time spend staring at the gorgeous curve of her lips.Â
âWould you want to get dinner with me?â He hears himself say it before heâs processed it, and then itâs out into the world. His heart is hammering and heâs blaming on the run, when god, itâs absolutely about how breathtaking she looks, the sunlight reflecting off her hair like a halo. When she beams back at him, she looks particularly angelic.Â
Itâs then, she leans over and kisses him on the cheek.Â
âI thought youâd never ask.â
(Months later, when she is sitting on his kitchen counter and he is standing between her legs, gazing down at her with unabated fondness because he is entitled to that, he reflects on this moment and thinks god, how lucky am I, that I ran past that bench?)Â
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The mating bond of a prince
Yandere!Demon Prince x Fem!Reader
Bunniâs Monstertober Event
Oct 17th
Oct 16
Oct 18
summary:
warning: dubcon, kind of angsty, breeding, mating, marking, possessive and obsessive behavior
a/n: I wanna do more with this concept, but hereâs a snippet for monstertober because Iâm behind ><
Demons were said to be cruel creatures incapable of love or empathy, soulless beings that fed on fear and misery⊠and for the most part, that was true.
But what humans didnât know about demons was one simple fact. There is only one person that they will ever love and care forâŠ
Their mate.
Every demon was born into the world with one thought in their mind.
To find their mate.
Soon, other thoughts would pop up from time to time. They had to eat to continue the search for their mate, tear down humans cities to help their species thrive so their mate would have a comfortable place to live once they found them.
If they didnât fight to end human civilization, where would their mates live and raise young? Taking their beloved back to hell with them was out of the question!
This was how the demon king managed to help demon numbers increase and keep his army growing. If each demon was born with the urge to procreate and create a good nesting ground for their mate, they could be easily controlled.
He just hadnât expected his son, the prince of hell to be bound to a human.
The prince had recently conquered a small village. As he went about killing the men, his entire body began to throb.
In the distance, he smelled something that had his head spinning. One of the small cottages was on fire, that heavenly scent coming from inside.
He felt his body being pulled towards it, so he completely ignored the humans attempting to kill him and walked towards the cottage.
Breaking down the door was easy, but being enveloped in your overwhelming scent made it hard to think.
The second he saw you, injured and barely confused as a fellow demon stood over your fragile, human body, he felt something he had never felt before.
Protective.
Within seconds he was shirking your body, his claw drenched in the demons blood from ripping his throat out. Why was he doing this? You were just some human woman, but his soul was bound to you.
He couldnât let you die.
When you woke up, you were somewhere strange⊠some sort of contraption beeped next to you, the beeps increasing in frequency as you sat up and looked around⊠only to spot a demon by your bed.
All you felt was pure terror.
You stared at the creature whose specifies was responsible for the deaths of so many of your friends and family, who killed innocents in cold blood. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to speak.
âPlease⊠let me goâŠâ
But when the prince looked into your eyes for the first time, his body felt like it had been set on fire.
He loved you, and you were his mate.
Not once in his life had he ever looked upon another creature with such fondness and care. The prince made his way to your bed, kneeling by your side and taking your hand.
âMy love⊠oh, my darling do not fear⊠here you are safe, youâll be treasured for all eternityâŠâ
He kissed the back of your hand, your gut burning with anger and shame. This thing had taken you as some sort of⊠bride?
âW-what about my family?â
The words finally came out after a few days in the hospital. In this time, you learned that demon society was far ahead of the human one, with machines that could monitor your heart rate and medicines that kept you from being in pain.
It was⊠comfortable.
He looked up at you, his eyes dark and cold. âWhat about them? They are humans, they will be culled like the rest.â
You clutched your blanket in your fists, your eyes welling up with tears. Something about you crying made his chest ache, and the prince reached out to caress your cheek.
âWhy do you cry? Are you not comfortable?â
The demon could not comprehend your feelings towards your loved ones. He simply saw them as pests that needed to be eradicated, and could only feel love for you, his mate.
âTheyâre my family, I love them!â
Your sudden exclamation had him raising an eyebrow, his tail twitching. Were they really that important?
The prince knew that every human from your village was already dead, there was no way your family had survived. But to placate his mate, he wrapped his tail around you, using his soft black wings to encircle you and bring you close.
âIâll have my men escort them somewhere safe. You may not see them, but they will live.â
This lie made you relax, and you settled into his arms. You felt like you could finally rest, and slept like a baby for the first time since you had been taken away.
The prince wanted to take things slow, but news that his mate had turned out to be a human woman spread through the kingdom until it reached his father.
He was called in to meet with the King, who was displeased, but mildly amused.
âI hear youâve taken on a human mate, my son. You know how the royal court will react.â
The prince nodded, standing tall and confident in front of his father. âI am prepared to defend my mate to my dying breath, as would any demon.â
âThatâs all well and good, but a human mate is an eyesore. You should hurry up and get her pregnant, there will be less danger once an heir is produced.â
Everyone knew that demon blood was powerful, being the dominant trait in every pairing. Once she was pregnant with the heir to the throne, not a single creature would dare to touch her.
It had only been a week since you had been home from the hospital, staying with the demon prince when suddenly approached you.
âMy loveâŠâ
His lips peppered across your neck, hands holding onto your waist before sliding to your hips. âI wanted to wait⊠to give you time to adjustâŠâ
You froze when his tail moved between your legs, rubbing against your clothed cunt. âBut this is the only way to keep you safe⊠please, donât be afraid⊠Iâll be gentle.â
The pieces slowly came together as his tail played with your cunt, rubbing against your panties before slipping under them and toying with your clit.
His hand was on your belly, eyes darting between your face and thighs. The way he moved his hand around your stomachâŠ
He was going to breed you.
You squirmed for a bit, letting out an uncomfortable whine, but settled down when his clawed hand danced across your chest, groping one of your breasts as his face buried itself into your neck.
âDonât make this harder than it has to be, love⊠this life is comfortable, isnât it? I can give you a life of peace and safety, where you donât have to fear war or pain. Youâll be taken care of.â
The very thought of some human male touching his lover made a growl rumble in his chest. Youâd be staying with him, that wasnât an option⊠but he wanted it to be something you chose yourself.
It felt sinful feeling wet from the demon playing with your fat pussy. His fingers pumped in and out of your as the tip of his tail continued to stimulate your clit, your juices flowing down your thighs.
He said your family was safe⊠was it so bad to let this demon take you as his mate? You were tired of long nights full of screams from people running from demons, of days without a proper meal as you rationed your supplies so you wouldnât have to leave your home.
Couldnât you live a comfortable life? Youâve suffered enoughâŠ
So you let him pin you down, watching as his fat cock rubbed against your leg. You had never seen a man naked before, so you were unsure if the size was normal⊠but you knew it had to be bigger than average.
His wings fluttered as his cock rested against your thigh. It nudges you, his tail lifting from your cunt to your tits, playing with them.
âI love you⊠more than you could ever imagine. You never have to want for anything again. Iâll give you everythingâŠâ
The pain of him taking your virginity made you cry out, your nails digging into his forearm. It didnât hurt him at all, and he simply cooed, his wings soft as he dried his best to comfort you.
âShh⊠shh⊠oh, my love I know it hurts. It wonât be for longâŠâ
His lips pressed against your forehead, sweat already beading down. It wasnât easy trying to take something so large inside of you for the first timeâŠ
The second you eased into it a bit, he pulled back out and slammed into you. He hadnât meant to be rough, but he had struggled to control his urge to breed you from the second he realized you were his mate.
âI love youâŠâ he murmured, gripping your hips as he fucked you, his teeth lightly gracing your neck. He wanted to cover you in bites and hickeys, claiming you completely.
He wasnât done with you until your belly bulged with his cum. You smelled so much like him that he was a sappy mess.
You were exhausted, sore, and in need of a bath⊠but your demon mate curled around you protectively, kissing all over your body.
Within a month you were confirmed to be pregnant, and were moved into the palace as a princess.
Youâd live a life of comfort⊠but were practically betraying your species by baring the future demon prince.
The current demon prince would soon be king, and you his queen.
An honor and the biggest shame.
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DRAGON COINS
masterlist â§works in procress ⧠AO3
-ËËsummary: Prince Aemond finds his way to the Street of Silk once again, and he finds certain... familiarity with one of the whores. Yet, that doesn't stop neither of you to let your desires take over. (based on this request)
â§pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Bastard!Female Reader.
â§word count: 4.1k
â§warnings: : MDNI 18+, p in v sex, targcest, oral (m) receiving, brat taming, very slight almost unnoticeable implied aegond AND (not so subtle) that reader is aegon's bastard, aemond is a dilf.. hehe, they are both insane.
You were the prettiest woman at the brothel; most men always repeated that to you. And for a fact, you knew it very well.Â
You loved dancing; always have. You used to imagine yourself as a royal princess at balls and court events, who wore the prettiest dresses and the most extravagant headpieces, full of veils, patterns, and many details of gold, purple. You imagined, as well, that you would have a nicer figure, full of food, and expensive things, like caviar, and have meat all day.Â
Yet you were not a princess. You didnât dress in purple, didn't have anything gold, you never attended a ball or court. You just looked the part; with bright violet eyes, silver hair and that Targaryenâs appearance that called the attention.Â
Your mother told you that your father was a prince; she never said more. You always thought who it could be. Daemon? He was away at that time. Laenor? The rumours of his liking of men didnât help. Aegon? He was barely of age by the time you were conceived.
If it was a lie, or a truth, you did not know; you only knew that everyone was enchanted by your appearance; your bright eyes, that your mother often compared them to one of a doe; your lips, always pink without the need of any makeup. You were a natural, born to shine among the common people.Â
Inevitably, you ended up in a brothel. As a dancer, with exotic clothes from Lys, and some large feather fan for your dances, and you learned how to do your hairstyles the same way Lyseni girls did, since they were the best of the best.Â
You were the best of the best. You made sure of it. You had something special, the looks, and the wits. Just not the money nor position for it. Â
Most of the time, the Brothel opens at the ninth bell rang of the day, when the sun starts falling down, and people come home from their work, and just some time after men get paid for their daily works.Â
It was the eighth toll of the bell when you were helping one of the new girls out. She had auburn hair, and almost as long as yours; and you were helping her do a crown of braids. You heard the consistent knock on the door, and you frowned for a bit, as you walked towards the door.Â
It was a hooded figure, tall, and looking around as if he was followed. You frown a bit, watching his shoes; you could tell a lot from a man's shoes. This one wore boots, black and slightly muddy. He also smelt strong, like fire, somehow. Oddly enough, he didnât speak when he moved his eye to watch you silently.
âWe are not open.â you say to him, holding the door close, just so half of your body could be seen. âWait for the next bell tollâ
âCall your Madameâ He says, abruptly, rude as men used to be; never lacking that audacity that their demands have.
âThe brothel opens-â
âI heard you fine the first timeâ he repeats, as if he didnât have the time âCall your Madameâ he says, throwing a bag full of coins as if nothing, as if he wanted to buy your silence.
You frowned as you knelt to grab the bag, and from that angle you could see the small silver hairs that he intended to hide in that hood, and the eye patch, covering his left eye as the other one, with a deep purple tone watched you intently. You could see the small dragon patterns on his clothes, and how even his cloak had gold details, with little dragons.
It was prince Aemond. You have never seen him up close before, perhaps you had seen Vhagar around the skies from time to time. You heard that he takes his sons to fly often. Just as his grandsire, he had been left a widow with two sons. Not that he shared a love for his late wife, and he did not care to seek another bride.
Yet, prideful as you were, made a face and turned around, opening the door for him as you guided him towards the personal room of the Madame. Although, it seems as if he knew the place since quite some time.Â
You watch intently at the prince, who the Madame compliments as older. You suppose he looks older, you didnât quite remember how old prince Aemond truly is. You remember the celebrations for his five and twenty name day, but you couldnât quite recall how many years ago that was.
âShould I fetch something, Madame?â You ask simply to Madame Sylvi, who sits in the middle of the bed, and yet prince Aemond doesnât mind your presence as he starts undressing, taking his cloak off, followed by his eye patch.Â
He has no shame, truly. You watch how he takes off that leather jerkin, embroidered with dragon details made of gold, as if gold didnât have a better use than to be embroidered on a princeâs clothes that he probably uses once or twice before asking the tailor for other clothes.Â
âNo, do not worry. You tell Daisy that she is in charge tonightâ
Interesting. You think, as the prince takes off his breeches, and you turn around to close the curtains, leaving your Madame to take care of the prince. And yet, you took an unshameful glimpse of his ass, smiling as you walked to finish the braids for your friend.Â
And that routine continued for quite a while, you now noticed when prince Aemond arrived at the brothel, sometime before it opened, sometimes near the end of the night. Sometimes he came day after day, and others it was weeks apart.Â
You danced the most on busy days, and you refused to dance when you did not want to. You were as spoiled as a little princess, which gained you some popularity among the workers and the clients. Some of them called you a âlittle princessâ and others a âspoiled cuntâ, and yet you didnât mind because you knew you could be both.Â
It was probably one of your new dances, with a bold sound of the lute as you moved the expensive fan around, as if teasing the audience with more peeks of your body. This was a busy day, and so, a lot of men were gathered around watching whatever lewd display it was shown on the occasion.Â
A jousting was held by the Royal Family, and so a lot of lords and knights came to the city, which means that the street of Silk was at its full capacity, and every man looking for a woman to fuck. And you also knew that most squires that wanted to be knights came here to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh before a joust.Â
Yet, you donât miss the one purple eye that watches you intently, still hiding before one of his expensive cloaks with dragon designs. He wasnât as subtle as he thought he was, at all. Perhaps he could be several years older, yet you know better than him. He could read books, but you have to survive day to day.Â
Your long hair was braided in a Valyrian-Lyseni way, as you wore some gold detailed hair rings as you asked for them especially for tonight. Men had an appetite for women with that Valyrian looks, and you were an especially fine one.Â
With every turn of your hips, you saw the expectancy of his eye, in the back of the crowd yet in the middle and not missing a thing. Prince Aemond was an especially eager one, instead of screaming and cheering at the swift movement of your body, he just remained quiet.
He was observant, he was ambitious, and you were the best.Â
You werenât surprised when he made a signal for one of the girls serving the ale, and whispered something in her ear. And you werenât surprised either when the same girl was waiting for you at the edge of the platform where you performed.
He wanted you.Â
And gods damned you if you didnât want him. Because even with the whispers and rumours about prince Aemond, he was still one of the most divine Targaryen on earth. He might be older than you, but that never stopped you, at all. And with a chance like this?Â
âHe is a very exclusive clientâ Madame Sylvi says, as if instructing you as she walks you through the brothel âLikes very exclusive things, all of them you will please. If he wants to talk, you hear. You will touch him if he asks you, and youâll do anything he wants. He usually gives you orders; how to be, what to do, what to say. Youâll do that- He likes having things in control and preparing for it. And something else; he doesnât kissâ She says slightly annoyed. âA rule of his. He doesnât like it. Not then, not nowâÂ
You walk, not at all bothered by that rule. You shrug, and take notes, but something in your gut tells you it will be different, somehow.Â
âI have been told you wanted me, my princeâ you say softly, as you enter the exclusive room that Aemond was in.Â
He looked at you; a hum left his lips without entertaining more in the conversation. He looked at you, as if thinking for a while. His shirt was undone, and his boots were still on, as his pants were a bit messy. .Â
âWine?â You ask walking toward the small cabinet with cups and some of the best ale and wine. Particular rooms were for expensive clients, those who paid stags⊠sometimes you could get a bag with some coins with the face of King Jaehaerys.
âNoâ he says simply.Â
You shrug, the small jewellery tinkling as you walk, serving the wine for you to drink. If he didnât need one, thatâs okay. But you needed a small sip for courage, for your hips to lose up a little bit.Â
âAre you Lyseni?â Aemond asks, his cold and stoic tone not changing. Most of the time, youâd say yes, to please the men like him that knew that Lyseni girls were the best whores. But you think prince Aemond asks for other reasons.
âNoâ
âA bastard, thenâÂ
You watch him through your eyelashes. Was he more interested in your services or your blood? You were sure that both could please him very much.
âYes.â
He hums, as if the thought interests him very much. You are aware of the bulge on his pants, by the way his legs are apart and he is leaning back, very much interested in you.Â
âCare for a dance, my prince?â You ask, taking in your hand the fans, walking closer to him. âIâve been told I am the best. I donât think you deserve anything butâÂ
Itâs the small nod he gives that encourages you to move your hips, with no music but the one in your head. Years and years of dancing, you know the thrill by now.Â
Translucent fabric from Essos, gives nothing to imagination, and it serves to give a more lustful touch to your body. It pushes your breasts up in the right way, and you can see the one eye of the prince roaming in your figure.
As you leave the fans, walking closer to him, he then asks again.
âYou are Waters, then. A bastard from my father?âÂ
âNuh-uhâ you murmur, your hands going to his breeches, undoing them.Â
âMy uncleâÂ
âNoâ Â
âHmâ he hums, looking at how his pants are undone, and his cock is rock hard, resting against his low abdomen, as if demanding attention from you.Â
There was something about Targaryens that was so divine.Â
âMy brother, then?âÂ
You smirk, raising your eyebrows as if the mere question amuses you.
âI think you might knowâŠâ you murmur, watching him closely. Maybe he was old to keep up with your games, and less eager than most men who you attended to; with no problems in engaging with your games.Â
Prince Aemond was a mature man, who had real duties to attend, and more concerns rather than which whore will he fuck today. And that aroused you. How little he seems to care about you, playing hard to get. It made you eager, and you realised that you were falling for his games instead.
âThat makes you...â he murmurs, watching your lips.Â
Targaryen. Valyrian. Dragon bound. His niece. All of those words he could say. Yet he doesnât say anything else, words lingering in the air.
You raise your eyebrows, and a slight smirk appears on your lips.Â
âMhm. I might just be, my princeâÂ
Your hand drew slow patterns on his cock, stroking it softly as you two engaged on this odd talk.Â
âOr you might not beâ
âOr I might not beâ
He watched your eyes intently; purple meeting purple. This man was calculating, and you could see it in his face.Â
âThatâs the thrill of it, Iâd sayâÂ
âYou have his faceâ he murmurs, his thumb moving to touch your lips faintly.Â
âSo I have been told.â
He agrees with your statement as his hands move to take off the translucent fabric of your dress. You had many men touching you⊠but never the way that Aemond Targaryen did. His hands felt warm on your skin, and his touch felt right.
Aemond was an experienced man, and you noticed. He doesn't waste time fooling around, as the Madame told you. You were off your clothes in no time, as he had you right in his lap, comfortably.Â
âWhat do you want me to do, my prince?â You ask, softly.Â
He seems to think of an answer before saying. âDo your very best. Surprise me, if you canâ
His hands slide down to the swell of your hips, firm grip as he watches your face; almost amazed, and by how he pulls your body closer to his chest, he was aroused too.Â
Your hands go towards his shoulders, as you use that to hold as you grind against his own cock. The fabric from his open pants tickled your thighs as you straddled his lap, and yet that was the last of your worries. You were so horny, unlike many times, you were dripping wet for this man.Â
Lewd moans spilled from your lips, one of your hands moving to cup his face, feeling the heavy breathing that came from his mouth. He was an intense one, his single eye never left your gaze; and you werenât one to lose a challenge.Â
âI think you are a spoiled thingâ His tone is breathy, as he squeezes the flesh on your hips to force your cunt to grind against his cock, greedy as a dragon.Â
âBeen told soâ your voice is more agitated, and you lean forward as if to kiss him, just to push your luck, and he moves his head slightly back. You giggle, trying to suppress a moan at his growl.Â
âYou little...â he says, yet a smirk appears on his lips due to the provocation.Â
âHm?â You ask almost innocently. âDidnât do anythingâŠâ
âSpoiled whoreâ he says, with his chin and lips moving closer to yours, and you nod. âProud of that?â
âI donât hide anything, my princeâÂ
Aemondâs hands move upwards to your waist, and it takes him no real effort to turn you over on the bed, positioning himself between your legs as your back hits the mattress, gasping in surprise at the sudden movement, as you move some of your hair out of your face.
âI wanted to suck your cockâ you say, using your elbows to get some height as he moves his hands to pull down his pants.
âAnd I want to fuck youâ he says as if he was the one in the right, and it was obvious he lived to dominate.Â
âAnd I want to suck your cockâ you repeat, stubbornly.
âI am the one payingâ he reminds you. Not upset, but more amusedly annoyed at your brattiness. It amused him greatly, to see a thing like you defy him.Â
âYes. And you said for me to surprise you, so I think I get the right to decideâ
He has a smirk, yet his eye showed how amazed (and annoyed) he was.
âBratâ he spits the word, as he moves your legs apart further.Â
You feel his dick slide against your slit, yet he only does to tease you, and to arouse himself more. You moan, feeling as if you could cum just by him doing that. What was this man doing to you?
âYou are unfairâÂ
âWant to suck my cock? Fine, youâll suck my fucking cockâ He says, taking you by the shoulder, moving you to sit back up, and pushing you over the edge to the bed. âGo on.â He says patronisingly. Manhandling you to every whim he might have. âFucking slut, come on, suck my cockâ
He didnât have to tell you twice. You were all over his dick, sucking every part you can of it. Seeing him over you, his hair loose as he was hard as a rock, and his hand grabbed your silvery hair, taking it into his hand with wonder. He was into it.
Your purple eyes look up to him, your lips around his cock as your obscene sounds delight his arousal. He groans as he pulls your hair, forcing you to take more and more of him.
Your hand caresses his balls softly, as if trying to caress every part of him. He was truly divine, and you knew something; you two were of the very same blood. And Aemond knew that too. Not that it stopped you, truly.
âEnoughâ He commands, forcing you to be up. You were about to protest, you were barely beginning! âStop whining, bratty princessâ It is now that he pulls you towards his lap, in a hurry that could only be interpreted as desperation and hunger.Â
Princess. Coming from a royalâs mouth. Coming from what you think is your own blood. The sound that leaves your mouth isnât fake, as you used to do when other clients complimented you. That one, and all the rest, was real. Just for him.Â
The feeling of his cock entering inside you was truly like no other, you felt just like a court maiden, touched for the very first time, your hands gripping on his shoulders as he grabbed you by your thighs, making you to go down onto his cock, and the feeling of your pussy engulfing him whole, greedily⊠drove Aemond mad.Â
âFuckâ he mutter against your lips, almost groaning. âFuck, just like... FuckâŠâÂ
As if the smugness from your eyes went away, your big eyes scan his face, as if searching for anything. âFuck meâÂ
âI am fucking youâ Aemond murmurs, his tone tense.Â
âP-Pleaseâ You beg, pathetically, needing the feeling of his dick pounding hard and with no mercy against you âFuck me, please, f-fuck meâ
Your plea serves him enough, he leans back on the pillows just a bit, making it easy for you to have a better hold of him, and rest on his chest, as he took your hips and forced you to take his cock, fucking you on it. It drove you mad.Â
Your first try to grip his shoulders, as your loud and lewd sounds fill the room, but it seems useless, your hands slipping off his shoulders, as your cunt squeezes his cock. You were desperate, your forehead pressed against his chest as your mouth was open, as if you could not have any control over your body, a little thread of drool coming out of your mouth.Â
âFuck me, please, pleaseâ
âGreedy princess, hm?â Aemond sounds smug, as he spanks your ass hard. The slap sound resonates in the room, along with the wet sounds and more sounds of your skin against his.Â
âYes, I am such⊠a needy girlâ
âAlways have beenâ he murmurs, picking up a pace as his hips start to meet your thrusts. You realised then, that it was affecting him as bad as you. Perhaps the pleasure was blinding you, but his tone was tense, his grip stronger and he was more demanding of you. He was solving it; and that only fuelled the fire.
âYes. PleaseâŠâ You murmurs, and as bold as you are, you murmur âUncle, pleaseâÂ
That sends him over the edge of madness. His pace is relentlessly, and his mouth only lets out groans and guttural sounds, as he insists on pounding hard on you, his hands on your ass as he pulls your hips down, his cock filling you in the most exquisite way, as his balls hit your skin from the force of impact.Â
He slaps you when you move your head to see him, eyes full of need and pleasure. He seems to get off on it; and you wonât deny him anything. You know it. And you do love when he takes his frustration out on you, it is even better than the composed version of himself, stoic, cold and uncaring that he presented first. The unhinged version is... So much better.
âYou will cum in my cockâ He orders you, his low tone is a proof of his desperation about it âYouâll be a good little princess...â He grabs your platinum hair to make your head go up, your face closer to his. âAnd youâll cum on my cock.â He says against your lips.Â
You kind of donât care about the âruleâ he has, because as soon as you feel the hot breath of his hit your lips, you lean slightly to kiss him, even if the grip on your hair makes it painful. And to your surprise, he doesnât pull away.Â
There is lewdness as his cock opens your cunt, sloppy sounds and moans that spilled from your mouth over and over again. You had to squeeze your eyes shut due to the pleasure, focusing only on the feeling of him.
Your cunt felt on fire, you could only imagine how it felt around him, but you are getting so overwhelmed with pleasure that your right hand grip on his shoulder hard. You take the reins of your pleasure, moving your hips up and down, trying to get every grasp of pleasure.Â
The position not only makes you shake with mind blowing pleasure, but also presents all of your tits on Aemondâs face, jumping in front of him as his dick hits the deepest part of you.Â
âFuck, princessâ he mutters, another harsh spank on your ass that makes your moan loudly.Â
He had the girth that you needed to feel full. He made you feel more than that, you felt alive. Truly alive. The head of his manhood hitting repeatedly all of the right parts, making you moan, his hand gripping on your ass as he also felt the same pleasure.
âIâm going to cum inside you, princessâ he says. And thatâs all it takes for you to cum on his cock.
You shake as your orgasm hits you, your thighs feel mire forced to be open, and your cunt craves to feel his cum flooding your insides, filling you with his seed. You craved it so bad; it had you moaning more and more. Â
Aemond uses your body, still shaking and limper to fuck you, his cock full of your juices as he groans, throwing his head back as he mutters some words in high Valyrian, cumming hard in your welcoming pussy.Â
âIksÄ sepÄr hae zirÈłla. Hylagon hae zirÈłla. AĆha kepa se kesÄ sagon ñuha morghon. JÄDar hen iksÄ Ă±uhonâ Aemond groans his grip firm as he makes sure not a drop of his cum gets out of your pussy.Â
As you catch your breath, you feel a bit limp on Aemondâs chest. He was sweaty, so were you. And you were tired, feeling the bruises of his marks on your delicate skin. You feel his seed coming out of your cunt, and that makes you whimper.Â
âYou are beautifulâ He murmurs, his thumb caressing your lower lip. You take it on your mouth, playfully, sucking it just a bit to tease him. Aemond hums, very pleased. âJust like your fatherâÂ
As he extends his arm, he takes the bad of coins, and takes some of them into his hand, showing the gold to you.
âFull of it, just for you.â Prince Aemond murmurs, his hand caressing your lower back. âBut you have to be just mineâ he warns, possessive just like a man from his position is.Â
You sigh, taking one of the coins with your fingers and inspectionating it. A bag full of dragon coins. You could see the face of Jaehaerys I, and turning it around is the profile of a dragon.Â
âNo men. No flirting. No whoring aroundâ he says, whispering in your ear. âJust mine. Could you do that, princess?â
If you could do that? You donât mind whoring around, you didnât hide being hedonistic. Be his? Not hard. But be a princess? Could you do that?
âOf course I will, my prince.âÂ
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Thinking about how adaptive Logan is and how he can quite physically tell the difference between people even if they look identical by chemical scent alone.
With being around Wade so much, do you ever think he just gets a whiff of a stranger and turns to Wade like "Hey.. I think... they have cancer."
For a second, he thinks he's mocking him, but the look of seriousness on his face makes him frown and is like, "Holy shit.. Wait, you can smell cancer?? What are you like a cancer dog?"
"Shut up, im serious."
"Wait for real? Are you sure it's just not old lady perfume?"
"I-i think so...?? ....Should.... should I tell her? Oh man.. how do I tell a stranger that they have a horrible disease?"
Wades is about to make a joke but decides not to, remembering how life ruining it was to sit there and stare at vanessa as the doctor sounded like charlie browns parents.
"... where is it?"
"I don't know. I just.. I think maybe in the top bit? What would I even say? Hey, im a super smelling mutant, and I think you have breast cancer."
".. yes."
"Really?"
"You have to tell her... She'll get scared if I tell her."
So he does. Awkwardly comes up to this woman and explains some bullshit how he was 'born with super smells' and how he believes she might have some form of cancer. That- if she acts early enough- they might be able to beat it.
For some reason, the woman cries and tells him how this would make sense because shes felt sick the last couple of weeks and had no clue why. That she'll make an appointment as soon as possible. "Thank you."
Logan is left with a warm feeling in his chest, and smiles lopsided as she goes about her day.
Wade is left feeling both envious and proud at the same time. No, there wasn't a wolverine to warn him of his sickness, but this doesn't mean they can't help others.
So from then on, sniffing becomes an automatic reflex, sniffing all the kids at the mansion, class by class, every teacher, anyone he possibly can. It breaks his heart when he finds one. Everyone holds their breath, hoping he doesn't, but sometimes he does. He always cries afterward.
You know those drug/ weapon dog searches that schools sometimes have? Yeah that's bassically what happens except he pops a head in, says a quick "clear" and goes to the next room. Its real terrifying when he actually comes into the room and starts walking around.
This being said. If you're sneaking drugs into the school? You better be tight with Mr. Howlett, or he's turning you in to Mrs. Munroe.
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