#crazy diamond my beloved

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Idk man nostalgia hit hard

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They!! When they!! When! When they!! WheEeeEen!

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Me when I see an opportunity to use diamond imagery/metaphors for Mondo Owada in one of my fics

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Some dang danganronpa doodles

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All the other Crazy Diamonds member : Oh yeah, Taka's great ! He act a bit like our mom, but we still like him.

Usagi, one of my oc : Taka ?? Taka ?! Taka is mia madre ! He make me food, he help me with my homework, and recently he started to talk to me in Spanish ! I didn't fuckin' know he was Spanish ! My progenitor was an asshole and don't even get me started on my supposed "Mom". dios me dio una madre !!!

(Yes, Usagi is also Spanish/Hispanic but they ain't from the same region, i still need to make some research for him lmao)

(No i will not let go of Taka being the Crazy Diamonds mother/father/parental figure.)

*to the audience* See this? This is fucking beautiful. Beautiful and wholesome.

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aeugh

ill draw more later

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Today is one of those days where I wish I could inject Pink Floyd directly into my bloodstream

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Vampire husband <3 (AFAB!) reader/ Fill in any hair, race, or size. This is open and I can guarantee this dress would look amazing on anyone. especially for this wonderful vampire.

He left a note on our bedside table that you woke up to see, in his beautiful cursive he wrote,

"Good morning, my beloved. there's a gift for you in the wardrobe across from the bed. do your hair how you like, drip yourself in any diamonds you choose, and meet me in the ballroom."

You squeal excitedly and run to the wardrobe, practically tripping over yourself. You open the doors to see the most beautiful gown.

A white corset led into a full ballgown bottom, with the base color being white. Laid over the fabric of the skirt was a sheer piece of material adorned with at least one thousand white diamonds. The corset was also decorated with the same diamonds, but scattered wonderfully across the entire dress; were what appeared to be Blood spatters. However, upon further inspection, they turned out to be the most beautiful rubies. Attached to the corset's shoulders were shining, off-the-shoulder sleeves that sparkled in the light.

you call one of the maids to help you with the corset and adjust the dress to your liking. you thanked the maid and sent her away so you could do your hair in your favorite hairstyle, which also happened to drive your lover crazy on more than one occasion.

You do your best at a natural makeup look, your skin glowing after your moisturizer, though you lace your eyelids with a soft, but dark red shadow that compliments your skin tone, followed by a blush that has the same effect.

You deeply contour your neck to accentuate it and choose a simple diamond, teardrop-shaped necklace. This would hopefully draw more attention to your neck by covering it less.

After spraying his favorite perfume on your neck and slipping on your white, sparkly heels, you walked to the stairs from your room, already able to hear your lover's fingers gliding across the ivory keys of his piano. This makes your heart swell as you glide down the carpeted stairs. His delicate hearing picks up your footsteps and he stands, waving his hand to encourage the piano to keep playing with his magic.

With a soft wooshing sound, he meets you at the bottom of the stairs, standing behind you with his hand on the waist of your corset. His breath teases your sensitive neck as his eyes devour every inch of you.

"Hello, Mon cher, how beautiful you look in that gown astounds me. I knew you'd look radiant. Dance with me?"

You practically fawn against him as you turn around, your chest to his. You nod, speechless as he takes your hand and leads you into the middle of the giant black-marbled floor, golds dancing across the black. You lean your head back joyfully as you relax into the dance, and the ceiling above you is painted with heavenly depictions of cherubs, the architecture, and the chandelier a bright, shining gold.

your stomach spins with your feet as you two dance, your heart pounds and you laugh. Your husband gazes down at you with a fanged, gentle smile. You can see his gaze lingering on your neck. This causes a blush to spread across your cheeks, showing through your makeup. He lifts you to himself and holds you strongly around the waist. Your feet lift off the ground and he proceeds to keep dancing with you as he buries his face in your neck.

"You're always so warm, and you smell so good. Your scent hungers me- and I an hear your heart pounding darling..."

This makes your breathing hitch in your throat and you can feel his fangs grazing your skin, a soft wet spot gathering on your undergarments. He takes a deep, shaky breath against your neck and begs quietly.

"May I? Please? I'm starving for you."

He sets you down carefully and kneels to one knee, clutching at the overlapping fabrics of your dress and looking up at you with his bright, pleading eyes. you can't say no to him, breathing deeply and nodding.

He stands quickly and pulls you to him once more, sinking his fangs deeply into your flesh and drinking from you needily. His arms hold you strongly around your waist, keeping you from moving barely an inch. As he drinks from you, you can feel the dizziness flooding your head.

You're not sure how much time passes, but after a while, he gently pulls you into a bridal-style position, carries you up the stairs, and lays you gently in your shared bed.

Somehow, your dress had been removed and lay gently over a chair in the corner of the room. Your eyes opened to see your husband undressing himself, looking over at you with that wonderful soft smile of his. You always swooned when you saw it, giggling and hiding your face in your soft pillows. He walks over to you and lays behind you, spooning you softly.

"Come here, face me."

you do as he says, met with a rough kiss, his fangs digging into your lips softly. you moan quietly and drape a leg over his waist, intertwining your fingers into his hair. The vampire pulls you on top of him and pushes his tongue between your lips.

Your hips, as if on cue begin to move and grind desperately against his bulge. He gasps and takes hold of your hips with his long fingers, digging his claws into you. You could feel the wet spot on your panties begin to grow against him, moaning lewdly into his ear.

Even though you don't have his flesh-piercing fangs you bite softly against his cold neck, sucking softly. His skin is slightly more living-looking due to him recently feeding on you, a soft pink tinting his body. The blood quickly gathers at the spot as you began to suck, his groans filling your ears, giving you more pleasure and incentive to grind.

You move your hips faster and faster as a tingle swirls around your clit, finding yourself close to climax. His cock throbs softly beneath you, encouraging your movement.

"Ah- Beloved- you feel- amazing..."

He breathes into your ear as he grips your hips tighter, his nails drawing a little blood. both of you pant like dogs as you lean into each other, desperate to finish with each other. He reaches behind you rips the fabric away from your drenched hole, and tears off his own. He quickly shoved himself inside of you, causing you to whine out.

Your husband's eyes roll back into his head as he moves his hips rapidly against you, thrusting roughly against your walls. Your walls clench tightly against his length as your body refuses to hold its climax any longer you squirt over his lower half.

"Oh my- God yes!"

He pushes himself as far into you as he could and his cum fills you to the brim, surprisingly warm. You rest your head on his chest, your hair a mess and had come out of its hairstyle, frizzy in all directions. You and your husband laugh with each other as he cuddles you close.

After a while of cuddling, he helps you to your feet and leads you into your bathroom. He helps you into the tub and runs the warm tap, using a small glass to rinse you off before plugging the water. He smiled at you lovingly as he poured an almond milk bath into your bath water and lavender petals.

"I am so deeply in love with you."

He pampered you for the rest of the night, with face masks, lotions, and moisturizers. Anything to make you feel more comfortable. Then you had a glorious dinner full of all of your favorite foods.

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The first Empress- Chapter 1

Hello everyone! I finally finished writing the first chapter. Again, English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are some mistakes. For the ones who don’t know the plot I'll create a master list so that everyone can read it. Hope you guys will like it!

Warnings: arranged marriage, mentions of blood and death

Word count: 2.319

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Kaitain, 10191

It was a wonderful day on Kaitain: the sun was high in the sky, the gardens smelled of spring and the water that gushed from the fountains seemed almost to shine, as if it was full of many small diamonds.

Her eyes observed the surroundings in the shadow of a large secular tree, attentive and sharp. Nothing could escape her gaze.

She observed a dragonfly just resting on the arm of a statue, then a small insect intent on creeping between the stones that made up the outside wall of the garden, and only finally on the figure that was approaching her in the distance.

Her stomach was gripped by the deep hatred that had been poisoning her for a long time. It was Irulan.

"I thought I made it pretty clear this morning that I wanted to be left alone."

Her voice sounded calm and stoic, in contrast with the burning anger that was eating up her stomach. She had learned that imperturbable impassibility from her mother: it was fundamental to survive in that world. She had understood it at her expense.

Irulan remained silent until she was close enough to see her step sister sitting under the big tree.

She was ready, everyone was at the palace. Soon the Harkonnen would have arrived and the alliance would be created.

"You chose a beautiful dress, sister." commented the eldest, sitting next to Megan.

Megan gave her a brief glance sideways before returning to observe the garden: "Is it a compliment or a pretext to mock me? And do I need to remind you that we’re not sisters?"

Despite the hatred that had been running between them for months, something broke in the heart of Irulan when she heard the words of her half-sister. She was right, they weren’t sisters, but Irulan had grown up believing that her and Jeremy were actually her siblings.

"Don’t pretend my words hurt you. After the pain you have caused to me, to my brother and to my mother, I don’t care about your emotions anymore."

A stab was that phrase, for the heart of the older sister; a stab that awakened in her an old, but not too old, guilt.

She was grateful to the guards who appeared in front of them for not giving Megan time to rage further: she knew she would have done so with immense pleasure.

"Princess Megan, the Harkonnen spacecraft has entered the atmosphere, it’s time to go," they announced.

Irulan was immensely surprised by her half-sister’s lack of hesitation in getting up and walking towards the palace, escorted by soldiers. Was she really not afraid? 

Was she really not afraid of being betrothed to Feyd Rautha?

******

The Emperor was sitting on the throne, impatiently waiting.

The room was filled with an icy silence. 

"Why is it taking so long?" he complained to Irulan, his beloved and only real daughter, standing by his side.

"I have no idea, Father." she admitted, "Maybe..."

She did not have time to finish: the huge door of the hall was opening and the Harkonnen guards were entering the palace.

The Baron floated towards the throne, kneeling before it.

Irulan paid little attention to the pleasantries between the Baron and her father, intrigued as she was by her sister’s betrothed.

Feyd Rautha towered behind his uncle, his face almost deformed by a small grin on his lips. Like a shark hunting for its prey, he watched with icy eyes the imperial family, in search of his future wife. There was no emotion in his eyes.

Everyone knew he was crazy.

For a moment she felt great sorrow for Megan. 

"Baron, Na-Baron, this is my second daughter, Megan."

As soon as the bride-to-be of the Na-Baron entered the room, everyone’s eyes fell on her, like iron attracted by a magnet. She walked in with her head held high and a posture that emanated confidence.

Actually, Megan’s confidence was a distraction from her emotions. She could feel something moving in her stomach.

Fear, perhaps? No, it was not fear, it was impatience. 

Everything was already written.

According to the Bene Gesserit plan she had been promised to Feyd since she was born, and Monique, her mother and member of the sisterhood, had made it happen.

Monique was the Emperor’s second wife. Upon the death of Irulan’s mother, Shaddam Corrino IV and Duke Leto Atreides' sister got married.

The Emperor, to ensure the continuity of the throne, wanted a son, a son that Monique, as Bene Gesserit, should have been obliged to give him. But she had met Silgasq, a Fremen imperial planetologist who was visiting the Emperor’s court to update him on new discoveries related to the Spice. 

There had been numerous rumors about Megan and her twin brother Jeremy, about their hair and eyes being too dark, about their suspicious features and especially about the absolute lack of resemblance to the Emperor.

Silgasq stayed at the Corrino’s court for some years, officially to continue his studies, secretly to stay with the woman he had fallen in love with and with the children he had conceived with her. The twins had never been unaware of the truth, they had grown up knowing they were not Corrino, with the absolute prohibition of their mother to reveal the truth to a living soul. It was Irulan who ruined everything. She had loved the twins with her whole being, as if they had really been her siblings, but as soon as she learned the truth thanks to her Bene Gesserit training, hurt by acknowledging that she had always believed a lie, she did not hesitate to report everything to her father. 

She had betrayed them. They had to watch as the Sardaukars killed their real father before their eyes. Only one thing was certain: they would have avenged him. With blood and fire they would have made justice for their father. They had sworn it to their mother.

The reason Megan was only waiting to get away from the Emperor was simple: she wanted to plot her revenge, away from prying eyes. She did not fear the idea of marrying Feyd Rautha; she had the necessary tools to deal with him, tools that her mother had provided her. She had taught her how to seduce, manipulate, attract. And then, the main and most powerful power, of which she was born already endowed: the Voice.

She stopped as soon as she came before the young Na-Baron Harkonnen, bowing slightly as per protocol. Feyd did the same, impatiently waiting for her to look up. The grin was still printed on his lips but no longer with the same intensity as before. It was just a distraction to keep the impatience that was eating him from getting out.

"It’s an honor to meet you, my betrothed."

The girl’s voice delighted Feyd’s ears.

"The pleasure is mine, princess."

Nothing genuine, spontaneous or natural: it was the protocol to which both had been meticulously trained. Yet there was something more.

Even Irulan, from the top of his father’s throne, was able to see him.

The way they looked at each other for the first time was definitely not protocol.

"Baron Vladimir Harkonnen." said the Emperor, standing up, "I offer to your nephew my daughter’s hand, thus sealing an alliance between our Houses."

The Baron tried not to grin with joy: now he really had the power in hand.

"My Emperor, I accept the great honor you are bestowing upon my House." answered the Baron promptly, bowing, "May the one between your daughter and my nephew be a strong and lasting union."

While all the attention of the room had shifted to the two powerful men intent on establishing the details of the wedding, only Irulan’s attentive eyes were still fixed on her step sister and Feyd.

She was the only one who noticed how they smiled slightly before looking down.

******

A few hours later

That night the celebrations were extraordinary.

The halls of the royal palace were filled with nobles from all over the empire, the fireworks had shone in the sky, the banquet had been sumptuous.

The Emperor was happy.

Happy to finally get rid of his illegitimate daughter, condemning her to marry a cruel man. She would have spent the rest of her life on Giedi Prime, away from the imperial court and from him, under the tyranny of Baron Harkonnen.

Megan’s wish was only one: to be able to take her twin Jeremy with her. The Emperor had agreed. It meant getting rid of both. Those twins were the result of adultery and brought only disgrace on House Corrino. He was delighted at the idea of snatching them away from Monique. She had dared to deceive him, betray him, and she was finally going to receive her punishment.

As soon as dinner was over Megan turned to her twin, sitting next to her, and whispered that she needed some fresh air. Jeremy knew right away why. He understood his sister better than anyone else: she felt overwhelmed by emotions and celebrations, she needed a moment to herself. He telepathically understood and nodded.

Megan snuck away, sure that no one had seen her. She was wrong.

Feyd’s sharp eyes had immediately intercepted her.

After their first meeting a few hours earlier they had not had a chance to speak again and properly.

Feyd seized the opportunity: he got up from the table and left the room without much explanation.

In front of him stood a long corridor that ended in a large balcony overlooking the countryside. Kaitain was a green, prosperous planet, completely different from Giedi Prime which was polluted, harsh and dark.

Feyd could see her even from so far away: Megan was facing the balcony, her long dark hair was falling down her back and her pretty dress was making her pleasant figure justice.

He followed the trail of perfume that the girl’s passage had left in the corridor and reached her.

His stride was almost impossible to hear, to the point that Megan only noticed his presence when he spoke to her.

"I saw you leaving the room, princess. Aren’t the celebrations for our union to your liking?"

His was not only a question but also a veiled provocation. How would she react? Was she going to apologize, mortified and embarrassed? Or she was going to avoid the question? He wanted to test her. Testing people was his favorite hobby of all time.

Megan almost winced. It was the voice of her betrothed, hoarse and deep. The girl reassembled herself before turning around.

"I’m not a party person. It has nothing to do with you or our union, my lord."

The princess’s tone seemed almost apologetic but also firm, as if she was apologizing without being really sorry.

Feyd slightly grinned. Her answer pleased him.

"Neither am I. I find parties stupid and useless. I prefer to spend my time differently." 

Megan took the opportunity to observe him closely. His charm was undeniable. -If I must marry him, I am glad that he is at least aesthetically to my liking- the princess thought. She wondered if she would also have liked him as a person. She knew very well what people said about him: that he was psychotic, crazy, violent and cruel. But honestly, was he so different from others? The Emperor, for example, was reputed to be a righteous man, but instead he was a murderer and a coward. Her betrothed, at least, was himself without hiding. 

"And how do you like to spend your time, Na-Baron?"

Feyd was just waiting for that question.

"Fighting in the arena. I really feel myself only when I’m holding a blade." 

The young Na-Baron carefully studied the reaction of his future wife, looking for signs of fear, dismay. He was aware of what people said about him and he liked it. He loved when people feared him.

It wasn’t Megan’s case, though. To his great surprise the princess was not at all upset by his answer and even replied, "I’ve heard a lot about your great fighting skills. I look forward to see one of your fights in the arena."

Feyd tilted his head, not letting his astonishment leak out.

"People die in that arena." he reminded her with a smug grin. Talking about death excited him. A woman could have never borne the sight of the fights, he was sure. 

The princess’s tone remained unabashed: "I know. I am not afraid of death."

-No longer after I saw my father being killed before my eyes- she would have liked to add, but she did not. She couldn’t jeopardize her position like that.

-She’s smart- Feyd thought without stopping smiling provocatively -and if she’s lying she’s doing it well. -

"My twin brother also loves to fight. I’m used to blood and wounds." she added, seeing him slightly amazed.

Feyd smiled even more as a strange light shone in his blue eyes.

Not only was he used to blood but he also loved it. The idea of a wife not easily impressionable generated in him dark and dirty desires. Having to wait irritated him: after that brief talk he wanted to make her his without hesitation.

"My uncle told me that your brother will come with you to Giedi Prime. I will gladly fight with him. Amicably, of course."

The grin on his lips was not very reassuring but Megan decided not to pay too much attention to it.

"I think we should go back, my lord." said the girl, looking at the hall door in the distance "They’ll all be wondering where we are."

Feyd nodded without taking his eyes off her. 

"Let’s go, princess."

He held out his hand to escort her and finally added, "And call me Feyd."

Megan took the hand of her betrothed without hesitation, quietly considering his request.

"As you wish, Feyd."

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This is my application for @dreambot 's dating show! I had so much fun with this and got a little carried away with the backstory, so there’s a TLDR at the end! If you decide to use him for your show, please dm me and I will provide a download link :) 

He comes with all 8 outfits! You are welcome to change his clothing, but I prefer you don’t change his skin details because he looks scary without them lol. His backstory is under the cut!

For some reason, Nathan Darling is magnetic. It could be his confidence (some may say arrogance) that attracts people to him, or perhaps it’s his sense of humor—Nathan can effortlessly make anyone laugh. But, realistically, it’s probably his appearance that captivates people. He has a very friendly, "puppy dog" look to him. One thing is clear: it’s not because of his intelligence.

Nathan spent his entire life dreaming of playing for the SBL (Sims Baseball League), just like his father, whose picture hangs in the SBL Hall of Fame. His childhood was stolen by endless hours of practice, and once he was home, his dad would give him pitching lessons in the backyard. Their weekends were spent in the batting cages together. Although his friends constantly teased him for practicing so much, Nathan’s hard work paid off and he signed a contract with the Del Sol Diamonds shortly after graduation. 

Naturally, the news that legend Johnathon Darling’s son would be playing for the SBL generated a lot of excitement and he quickly gained a fan base. Nathan had fans from all demographics. The older baseball fans admired his father’s legacy, while younger fans were impressed by his incredible skill as a rookie. He also attracted a large female following, especially on Simtok, although many of them weren’t interested in baseball if you know what I mean…

Nathan Darling was beloved by the public, earning him the nickname “Del Sol’s Darling”. He was set to have a long and prosperous career, but there was a problem: Nathan Darling is not the man everyone made him out to be. In reality, Nathan isn’t a good guy at all. He’s selfish, narcissistic, manipulative, and would do just about anything for attention. He tried to keep up the “Simmerican sweetheart” persona, but it wasn’t long before the mask started to slip. Nathan didn’t make it past the first season before a major scandal got him banned from the SBL and ended his career for good.

I thought it would be fun to leave the scandal up to your interpretation! I imagine he did something illegal like DUI, sports gambling, steroids, etc. He’s also a huge misogynist so I wouldn’t be surprised if it had something to do with that. If you’d like to use him for your challenge I’m releasing full creative control, so I don’t mind if the scandal is something crazy. Let your imagination run wild! Whatever it is I think it would be very controversial, he would still have some die-hard fans saying that he should have stayed on the team, but I imagine that the general public has turned on him. It all depends on what you choose as his scandal and how “cancellable” it is on "SimTok" lol. 

After dedicating his entire life to the SBL, Nathan Darling feels entirely lost. He lacks skills outside of baseball, and his ego won’t allow him to take a “regular job,” especially since he is so recognizable. Now he’s completely stuck in the past, trying to relive the (brief) glory days. He still wears the team colors every day!! Yikes!! 

Nathan is desperately scrambling to hold onto the small bit of relevancy he has left. He’s trying every possible thing that could make him famous: acting, comedy, podcasting, but none of it is working. If he doesn’t figure something out, he’ll soon be doing live SimTok gift battles like Jason Nash.

Recently Nathan received an email inviting him to join a reality TV dating show. He was thrilled about the opportunity, but learning that celebrities would be participating made him even more excited. This is finally his chance to get back into the spotlight! The show will surely be a hit, and he thrives off of attention. Who knows, he may even get a big celebrity to fall in love with him! That would definitely keep him relevant.

Can Nathan Darling keep up his sweetheart facade and win back the public’s affection? Or will his true colors be revealed for the entire world to see? 

TLDR: Nathan Darling was a beloved baseball player whom everyone thought was a huge sweetheart. Turns out, he’s just a huge piece of sh*t. After being banned from the Sims Baseball League, he will do anything to remain relevant. This dating show seems like the perfect opportunity! Will he maintain the sweetheart facade, or will he finally reveal his true colors to the world? 

This was so much fun!! Thank you to DreamBot for the inspiration :D

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Decided to color it cause yes

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Day 2: LoA Damian x Hero Raven

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I'm working on a continuation of my Nanda Parbat story from Chap 23 of Feather Collection. I've still got a lot to get through, but here's a sneak peek! (sorry it's a lil rough)

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It’s the middle of Raven’s second winter in Nanda Parbat, just as fiercely cold and cruel as the first. With the Himalayas locked in an icy grip, most stewards and soldiers have been reassigned to warmer, more productive posts. Only a token force of loyal elites remains at the compound to keep the elemental damage at bay and protect it from anyone foolish enough to brave the snowed-in passes, icy climbs, and whiteout stormy skies. And should all those defenses fail, it would only bring them face-to-face with Ra’s and Qalb al Ghul, ready to defend their seat of power.

It’s the best winter of his life, Damian decides, pale green eyes locked implacably on hers. Raven narrows her own back at him before dropping them to the fan of playing cards in her hands. She bites her lower lip thoughtfully, and he can feel the slight tap of her foot next to his thigh. She has so many tells, it’s hard to pick his favorite. Still, he doesn’t let his gaze wander to appreciate the bare legs on either side of him, or the flash of Raven’s chest and collar through the loosened pankou knots of her blouse. He instead sits cross legged in front of her with deliberate stillness until she plucks two cards from her hand and lays them face down on the mattress. 

“Two,” she says with casual confidence. Damian deals them to her obligingly, smirking at the victorious glint in her eyes when she studies her new hand. It’s not that Raven is a bad liar, or easy to read. It’s that it never even occurs to her to hide from him anymore. As it should be, beloved. Damian looks at his own cards, and exchanges three of them, face devoid of expression as he returns to scrutinizing her.

“Well?”

“I’m in,” Raven replies in that same confident tone. “Robe.”

His lips tick up slightly and Raven betrays a slight hesitation, instantly looking back at her cards as if to make sure she saw them right. 

“Call. Shirt.” He motions to her to show her hand and she bites her lip again before slowly turning them around. A flush of diamonds. Damian gives an approving nod. “That’s good,” he tells her. But judging from her light frown and the accusation in her violaceous eyes, she knows she’s beat. He shows her his hand, finally allowing himself a victorious smirk. Full House. “But not good enough.”

Raven’s glaring — pouting, really — but she still undoes the knots down her front and lets him push the garment off her shoulders. Only four rounds in and she’s down to her bra and underwear. Damian hasn’t even gotten his robe off yet.

"How did I let you talk me into this?" she grumbles, hugging her chest and rubbing her arms. A hearth and several well-fed braziers keep the worst of the cold out, but her skin is still breaking out in gooseflesh, disrobed as she is. Raven’s practically sitting in his lap already, so it’s easy to pull her the rest of the way, settling her against his chest and curling both arms hard around her. She burrows into him, as she always does. 

“I have no idea why you agreed,” Damian answers, smiling to himself. “You have no aptitude for games, ya amar.” She grumbles an incoherent, indignant sound. He drops a kiss on her bare shoulder. 

Nanda Parbat is on winter rations. Rice and millet, salted meat, pickled vegetables. None of her precious teas or anything resembling a delicacy has been able to get through in months. There’s a few cases of amber wine held in reserve to help prevent anyone up here from getting too bored or stir crazy. Not anyone’s idea of a good time.

Except that Raven's here, with him, and unlike last winter when they were still bound in secrecy Damian doesn't have to worry about a future where she might not be. Her crown hangs on one of their bedposts, glinting in affirmation of that fact.

Definitely the best winter of my life, he thinks.

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Hazbin Hotel - Odette x Velvette - Juliet and Juliet in Hell

Chapter 07: Duette

Slowly, Velvette opened her eyes and turned over onto her other side with a yawn as the light from the blood-red horizon shone warmly through the window pane of the balcony door, blinding her. Velvette blinked drowsily; the pleasant light had woken her up and she lolled contentedly in the soft bed.

A light breeze blew in through the open balcony door. The mild breeze tingled Velvette's face and for a moment she forgot that she was in Hell, her world seemed perfect.

Velvette sat up, stretched her arms and took a sneaky look at Odette, her body buried under the rumpled blankets right next to her. Odette's chest rose and fell gently with the rhythm of even breaths as she slept soundly.

"You really have no idea how awfully adorable you are..." Velvette whispered, watching the sleeping beauty. She cautiously brushed the tousled curls from her face before placing a lingering kiss on her forehead. Her hand carefully pulled the blankets aside and Velvette couldn't help but grin with pride as she looked smugly at the many red marks, all hickeys, that adorned Odette's neck and collarbone.

"A very good morning to you too, my beloved Velvette..." mumbled Odette sleepily as she began to stir and slowly opened her eyes.

Velvette glanced at the face of the alarm clock on the bedside table. "Actually, it's already late afternoon," she chuckled. "We've almost completely slept through the day," she whispered complacently and threw herself onto Odette to crawl back under the covers and snuggle up to her.

"It's no big deal," Odette claimed as she gave Velvette a loving kiss on her lips, her own sweet lips curled into an exuberant smile.

"You do realize that your mother will probably be pissed that you haven't been out of your room all day, she could get suspicious," Velvette pointed out as they pulled away from each other again. "I really don't want you to get into any more trouble with your mother because of me..." Her expression became unusually serious and her brows began to furrow, but Odette put on a feigned pout instead.

"My mother is of no importance in this moment," Odette whispered seductively. She wrapped her arms around Velvette's neck, pulled her even closer and silenced her with another deep kiss, which made Velvette's poor heart explode with excitement and send it soaring through the roof.

"Odette?" Suddenly Velvette averted her gaze, uncertain, it fled across the room and tried in vain to throw itself off the balcony. "M-May I ask you a question?" The words trembled on the tip of Velvette's tongue, she swallowed heavily and exhaled.

"Yes, what is Velvette?" Odette wanted to know brightly. "Is everything all right?" She looked at her skeptically.

A blush crept deep into Velvette's cheeks as she looked Odette in the eyes and lost herself in her worried expression. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, of course! I'd be completely crazy if I didn't want to be," Odette replied excitedly. "I thought you'd never ask me that fucking question!" She cupped Velvette's cheeks and decorated her surprised face with peck after peck until she finally placed her lips on Velvette's and kissed her tenderly.

Velvette deepened Odette's kiss ravenously. "Damn..." Velvette panted, completely out of breath, as they broke away from each other again. "Last night had definitely been the best sex of my entire life on Earth and in Hell," she enthused. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the light and her lips stretched into a broad grin, while this time Odette's face flushed and she shyly averted her gaze.

"Do you really have to express it so bluntly?" Embarrassed, Odette tried to hide under the blankets.

"How should I, to fulfill my girlfriend's wish straight away, express instead that she's so fucking hot and so fucking amazing in bed?" whispered Velvette. The atmosphere was enamoring and except for that moment, everything else in all of Hell seemed insignificant and irrelevant.

"You're really unbearable..." Odette silenced Velvette again with a French kiss while her hands tenderly traced the perfect contours of Velvette's body and the scenes of the previous night played before her mind's eye. A shiver of arousal ran down her spine, her hands sneaking innocently beneath the blankets and to Velvette's-

Suddenly Odette's phone rang.

The shrill tone interrupted them so insolently and full of mockery. Sighing in disappointment, Odette let go of Velvette's body and leaned over to her bedside table, her fingertips fishing impatiently for the annoying thing and she stared at the screen in frustration.

"Who's bothering us?" Velvette wanted to know impatiently as her fine fingertips darted boldly across Odette's naked chest, teasing her with ghosting touches.

"M-My mother...," Odette murmured. She blinked and looked worriedly at the name flashing intrusively on the screen. "I have no idea what she wants from me. We haven't spoken to each other for days..." Her eyes reflected her fear and panic as she looked to Velvette for help.

Velvette shrugged her shoulders. "Press her away..." she instructed her girlfriend, "Your mother is a problem to be dealt with later."

Odette nodded silently, then quickly pressed the red receiver and the call was blocked. The annoying ringing stopped abruptly and before she could turn her attention back to Velvette, Odette switched her cell phone off completely as a precaution.

Her girlfriend looked at her very accusingly. "Now your mother has ruined our moment..." she pouted.

"I'm sorry!" whined Odette. She crawled under the blankets, snuggled up to Velvette and buried her face in her shoulder, while Velvette swore that her heart was melting in that moment.

"You've already been forgiven," Velvette chuckled and snaked her arms around Odette again. She expertly turned Odette onto her back and pinned her girlfriend beneath her. "Still, you have to make it up to me."

"Oh, do I have to, Velvette?" Odette wanted to know with a smug smirk on her lips.

Velvette liked it very much whenever Odette spoke her name in this particular way. It sounded so lovely when it escaped her lips so smoothly or when she screamed it without a care in the world, like last night, so that Velvette was convinced that the rest of her family and the surrounding neighborhood had been more or less made aware of her visit.

"Yes, please!" A silly smile sneaked onto Velvette's lips.

The rest of the afternoon passed, but neither Odette nor Velvette wanted to leave the wonderful warmth of the bed.

Odette lay face down under the blankets. Eyes closed, she dozed in the glow of the evening light, humming some unspecific tune, while mesmerized Velvette's smooth fingertips traced the keen contours of her back and massaged her shoulders.

Velvette seemed completely absorbed by her beauty and her voice. She paused, her soft fingertips stopping their caressing circles, hovering in awe over the slowly fading red marks on Odette's otherwise flawless skin. She sighed with contentment and brushed them gently.

"You're so quiet..." Odette observed. "Is something bothering you?" she wanted to know warily, after they had just been lying there silently for a while without exchanging any words. "What are you thinking about?"

Velvette sincerely smiled at her. "At the moment I'm not thinking about anything at all, I'm just silently admiring your stunning beauty," she confessed, lovingly stroking her hand over and over again over the many new vibrant hickeys that had been added this afternoon to those from the night. Velvette just couldn't take her eyes off Odette. "You are just so stunning that your beauty leaves me literally speechless," Velvette gushed giddily. "You are God's greatest work of art." She kissed Odette affectionately between the shoulder blades. When her lips touched her soft skin, an aroused shiver ran down Odette's spine and she got goose bumps. "Hm... Do you like it that so much?" Velvette teased with satisfaction.

Odette moaned as her girlfriend's lips began to kiss their way further down her back. "And yet you are the real artist who creates masterpiece after masterpiece," Odette added flirtatiously, continuing to enjoy Velvette's affection with her eyes closed. "I really admire your skill."

Odette was referring to the many designs for dresses. Velvette had shown her earlier all the photos and notes on her phone that were intended for her future collections. In addition, Velvette had confided to Odette that she loved it when she could just lie on her bed and draw in her free time, completely uninterrupted by the other two Vees and the rest of Hell.

Absent with her thoughts, Velvette, still completely captivated by Odette's beauty, was drawing an invisible rose on her girlfriend's back with gentle fingertips when she suddenly felt a flash of inspiration and leapt excitedly from the mattress. Velvette had remembered that red roses were Odette's favorite flowers.

"Wait? What?" Odette startled in confusion. "What happened?" she wanted to know, distraught, as she was rudely torn from her semi-sleep.

Velvette wordlessly rushed out of the bed and hastily crossed the room to Odette's desk. She rummaged through a drawer, a few seconds later she found the object of her desire and proudly jumped back onto the bed with an unopened pack of permanent markers in her hands. A crazy grin graced Velvette's lips. "I have an absolutely stupid idea, but I'm sure you'll love it too!" Velvette announced proudly.

Very skeptical, Odette looked up to her girlfriend.

"You just have to lie here and trust me," smirked Velvette as she took a black pen out of the box and pulled off the cap. She didn't have to try any further to persuade Odette and convince her of her crazy idea. Her girlfriend immediately volunteered, knowing full well that Velvette would otherwise beg and whine until she gave in.

Velvette sat perched on Odette's lower back. She was half lying on top of her while she carefully tried to paint the outline of a rose petal on her girlfriend's back with fine strokes of the marker. Odette jerked several times and Velvette almost messed up with the soft tip and spread the ink incorrectly.

"Odette... Stop squirming so fucking much..." Velvette warned, chewing her lower lip in deep concentration.

"I'm really sorry!" laughed Odette when her girlfriend was forced to interrupt her painting for a moment. "You should know how ticklish I am by now."

Velvette rolled her eyes. "I'll never finish like this!" she complained, pushing Odette deeper into the mattress to prevent her from ruining her masterpiece with her squirming. "You just have to stay like that for a few more minutes and then I'll be done." She tried to concentrate again to finish painting the flower blossom neatly and properly. "Done!" Velvette announced proudly. She quickly gathered up the scattered markers before getting off of Odette and allowing her girlfriend to move freely again. "But you'd better wait a few more minutes until all the colors are completely dry," she remarked as Odette sat up and wanted to rush to the mirror.

"You are really mean sometimes..." Odette pulled a pout and looked at her girlfriend pleadingly. "I want to see it now!" she protested impatiently.

"And you are really childish sometimes." Velvette's hands ran gently through her blonde hair. "Just be a little more patient, then you can take all the time you need to look at the combination of two masterpieces," she grinned and was about to give her girlfriend a quick kiss when Odette skillfully avoided her lips and pounced on Velvette instead.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she exclaimed.

Odette was quite a bit taller than her and she finally had to give in to her hopelessly as Odette easily fixed her arms above her head and sat on her hips, Velvette unable to move. She grabbed the red marker from the bedside table and smiled mischievously at Velvette as an unspeakably devilish grin crossed her lips. "Now it's my turn to use your body as a canvas. Which part of your body can I decorate first?" she asked wickedly, freeing the marker from its cap before she bent over the defenceless Velvette, confident of her victory.

A short time later, many little red hearts adorned her collarbone, while Velvette stood next to Odette with a huge smile on her face.

Odette turned several times in front of the large mirror in her room and gazed in fascination at the work of art on her naked torso. The self-drawn rose vine adorned almost her entire left side. It ran in its magnificent splendor from her shoulder down to her lower back. Thorns mingled with wide-open flowers that glowed a deep shade of red, while individual petals were carried away by an invisible wind. The wind carried the petals a little way until they finally turned into small butterflies, which flapped their wings excitedly. One of the butterflies got lost on Odette's upper arm.

"Do you like it?" asked Velvette. Her girlfriend beamed at her enthusiastically.

"I love it! It's really beautiful!" Odette praised her.

"How about..." Velvette thought aloud. "What if I design you a matching dress with the same pattern?"

Odette's eyes began to light up. "Really?"

"Of course!" Velvette nodded. "Wait a moment," she said and fished her phone from under the bed. "Let me take a picture of you for posterity."

Odette posed for her girlfriend and Velvette quickly pressed the button again and again to take several photos in a row. "For posterity, my ass, we're in Hell, they're all just for you," she said, pulling Velvette towards her.

"I don't know what you mean," Velvette giggled as Odette began to decorate her whole face with little kisses. "But I'm sure they'll be very helpful if I start missing you." Odette's face flushed. "You really are too cute when you blush."

Odette wrapped her arms around Velvette's neck and pulled her even closer, leaning down to whisper softly in her ear. "I love you, Velvette," she said affectionately, biting her earlobe gently.

"I love you too," Velvette replied as she stifled a moan of pleasure and gently pressed her lips to Odette's, kissing her passionately.

Velvette waited until Odette had fallen asleep and the all noises in the rest of the house had died down, before she gave her girlfriend a quick goodnight kiss on her forehead and slipped carefully through the narrow crack of her bedroom door and into the dark hallway. She closed the door behind her. Quietly, in the pale light that fell through the high windows, Velvette crept through the darkness of the house towards the staircase landing.

"Good evening, Velvette!" a voice suddenly spoke. "Where are you going? Can I perhaps help you?"

Startled, Velvette flinched. She quickly stifled her shriek in her palm, her heart almost jumped out of her chest. "Good evening, Rosie..." Velvette replied, a little overwhelmed by her greeting and the appearance of the cannibal in her pyjamas in front of her. "I was on my way to the front door... I wanted to go home..."

Rosie hid a yawn behind her hand. "Can I take the short walk with you? At this hour the front door is alarmed, without a password you'd set off the security system when you try to leave the house and wake everyone up."

"Oh... Okay..." An awkward silence threatened to suffocate them as Rosie escorted Velvette down the stairs and to the front door. Awkwardly, Velvette cleared her throat. "So… Uhm… Why are you up so late?" she asked kindly to break the silence.

Rosie sighed sadly. "Carmilla hasn't come home yet and I'm just having trouble finding sleep in her absence..." She deactivated the alarm, but before Velvette could disappear through the front door and into the night, the cannibal held her back by her arm. "I'm sorry..." she apologized, and Velvette blinked in confusion. "I'm really trying my best to convince Carmilla. I know Carmilla can be very stubborn and I know Odette really likes you. Just don't give up on her too quickly, will you?"

"Yes... Thank you, Rosie..." Velvette thanked her politely.

Suddenly Rosie's face became very serious, her smile had disappeared now. In the poor light, her grimace appeared almost dangerous. "I promise you that if you do have any ill intentions towards Odette, you'll regret them very quickly," Rosie growled lowly. "If I find out that you're playing with Odette or that you're intentionally trying to hurt the daughter of my Milly, I promise you that I will personally ensure that you will end up as an unidentifiable meal on my dear friend Alastor's plate..."

Velvette swallowed heavily as Rosie let go of her and quickly pulled her arm towards her. The cannibal's hands were cold, yet the feel of her grip burned against her skin. Velvette looked Rosie straight into the soulless and infinite abysses of her black eye sockets. "I-I... I would truly never hurt Odette on purpose..." Velvette replied, her voice trembling. "It's not my intention to hurt Odette..."

"Good!" The sharp smile returned to Rosie's lips. "Sleep well, Velvette!"

"Good night, Rosie!" Velvette bid the cannibal farewell and followed the cobbled path with quick steps to the iron gate in front of the driveway. As she left the property, she ran into Carmilla. The arms dealer looked at her in surprise, she seemed very exhausted and had dark circles under her eyes, she had probably spent the whole day and half the night working.

"Velvette? What are you doing here at this hour and-"

"Sorry, I fucked your daughter..." Velvette exclaimed and before Carmilla could really process her words, she had disappeared into the darkness.

"Velvette!"

Interlude:

[farity]

Rush

Pairing: Modern AU!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary:  A gallery debut for a beloved little cousin has the two of you running into some interesting people.

Warning: Smut

“Shireen! This is wonderful, you are so talented!”

The young woman beamed at you and gave you a huge hug.  “Thank you for making it, I know how busy you both are oh my gosh your dress is gorgeous!”

Aemond stepped in, giving Shireen a quick hug.  “Good job, kid, we’re never too busy to support family.”

Your second cousin Shireen might be young, but she has been an artist for years and this is her first showing at a prestigious gallery.  Her family name is enough to gather many of the city’s elite and you are delighted for her.

“We’ll let you chat with your admirers,” you added, “text me if you need rescuing, ok?”

“Will do!  Enjoy the food!”

* * * * * 

“She’s crazy talented,” Aemond said absently, studying one of the larger pieces on display.  “I wouldn’t mind this in my office,” he mused.

“Well,” you said, teasingly, “it is mostly black.  It will go with all the other black stuff.”

He leaned in, playfully biting your ear while you laughed.  “Be careful you don’t swallow my earring, it’s from this guy I met years ago.”

He let go of your earlobe and kissed your neck.  “Hmm, he must like you a lot, it’s a pretty big diamond.”

“Oh yeah he does,” you said nonchalantly, although what his mouth was doing to your neck was definitely making you want to find an empty room somewhere.  “I like him a lot, too.  He’s brilliant and so fucking hot.”  You ran your hand over Aemond’s ass, giving it a quick squeeze.

“I told you they would be all over each other.”

The man’s voice startled you and Aemond and you turned to see Oberyn Martell with his long-term partner Ellaria.

She smiled coquettishly at him.  “Then you have won the bet, my love.”

“I will be collecting later,” he said, kissing her hand, and then extended his hand to Aemond.  “Good seeing you, it’s been a while.”

“Oberyn, did you make the trip just for this?”

You kissed Ellaria’s cheek while the men chatted.  She was such a different creature from the go-getters of the city.  While everyone rushed, she seemed to glide effortlessly, and she seemed untouched by worry or time.

“We just escaped Jaime Lannister’s latest humblebrag.  Apparently he now has a Tesla at every one of his homes.” She whispered, rolling her eyes.  

“That’s Jaime, all right,” you replied, “at least Cersei is not here.”

“That woman is poison,” Ellaria snapped, then shook out her hair.  “Let us talk about nicer things.  Come and have dinner before we return to Dorne.”

“That sounds lovely!

“It will be a very small, intimate gathering,” Ellaria said suggestively, a soft smile on her lips, and you noticed her long glance at Aemond.  “Just the four of us.”

Ah.

“Well,” you replied, not missing a beat, “let us know and we will check our calendars.  It’s always so good to see you.”  You hugged Ellaria, kissing her cheek before Oberyn took your hand and kissed it.

* * * * * 

Aemond spoke to one of the gallery attendants to secure the painting he wanted for his study and caught you as you drank your wine.

“Hey gorgeous, you ready to go?” he said, slipping his arm around your waist as you handed him a glass of whisky.  “Are you purchasing anything?”

“Yeah, I already had them secured for me.”  You smiled up at him.  “We just got propositioned.”

“What?” he nearly choked on his drink and looked at you with pure disbelief in his eyes.

“Oh yeah,” you continued.  “Oberyn and Ellaria are inviting us to one of their "intimate” parties.  Like the one they had with Tyrion and Shae,” you whispered.

Aemond pulled you closer.  “Too bad for them, I do not share.”  He downed the rest of his whisky and let his hand ghost over your ass.  “Your delightfully bouncy ass is all mine,” he murmured against your temple, “your silken breasts are for my hands and mouth only,” he brushed your hair out of the way for another kiss on your neck, “and your most delectable-”

“Hey guys!”

You turned at once, your face burning, in time to see your brother-in-law, Aegon, and his wife Margaery smiling at you.  

“Oh hey!” you hugged Margaery, moving to the side a little to avoid crushing her pregnant belly.  “How are you feeling these days?”

“I am doing well,” she said, “my boobs are huge, for once, my hair is thick and glorious, and my nails are long.  Pregnancy for the win!”

You hugged Aegon, and started telling him about one of the pieces that you thought would look good in their house.  “We’ve been looking for something for over the fireplace, wanna go take a look, love?” he asked his wife, who gave you a little wave before following him.

“Okay,” you said, finishing your wine and putting the glass down on a table.  “I’m about done being caught making out with you.  Take me home and ravish me, Aemond.”

“Oh good, we found you!”

Fuck.

Your mother in law’s voice washed over you along with all the shame and embarrassment of knowing she had probably heard your last few words.

“Hey Alicent.  Viserys,” you kissed Aemond’s parents, who loved you like a daughter and had made you feel at home the moment Aemond brought you home years ago.

“Kid’s doing good, isn’t she?” Viserys asked, indicating Shireen.  He leaned in conspiratorially, “I have a feeling my wallet is going home empty tonight.”  

Alicent rolled her eyes at her husband.  “That is never happening.  Dinner on Sunday, right?” he asked you and Aemond.

“Definitely.”

The moment they left you turned, Aemond’s hand in yours, and began walking out.

“Should we say goodbye to Shireen?” he asked.

“I’m not saying anything to anyone any more.”

Aemond simply smiled as you walked out and much to your surprise, he grabbed you, lifting you off the ground, and kissed you, right in the middle of the street.  When he released you, you had to hold on to his arm to steady yourself.

“I don’t give a fuck who sees,” he said, “but I will take you home and ravish you all the same.”

* * * * * 

The front door slammed open while she laughed and he tried to ignore her hand down the front of his trousers.  He kicked the door shut and grabbing her hands, pressed her against the wall.  “I’m going to have you right here.”

“No,” she teased, “I want my nice, comfortable bed.”

“Three,” he said, looking straight into her eyes.

She blinked, dropping her bag on the floor.

“Two.”

Her eyes widened, and she started running upstairs, cursing the killer heels she wore. “I’m going to break a fucking ankle, Aemond!”

“One.”

He heard her throwing one shoe aside as he ran after her.  He would have her wherever he found her, maybe torment her a little as payment for her damn hand on his cock when he couldn’t do anything about it.

She’d gone into her dressing room and was struggling to undo the strap on her shoe.

“You’re mine.”

“Let me get this fucking shoe-”

He reached her before she finished and pushed her down on the fancy plush bench she had.  He’d never fucked her on that bench, he realized, and decided to rectify things.

“Aemond-”

“If I want you to use your mouth, I will let you know.”

He pushed up the hem of her short dress, tore off the lacy underwear, and fastened his mouth between her legs.  

She whined loudly as he devoured her, his mouth and tongue relentlessly working her to a quick, hard orgasm.

“Good,” he said, looking down at her, “we got one out of the way.”  Undoing the tiny buckle on her shoe, he tossed it aside and draped her legs over his shoulders.  He traced a slow circle around the sensitive knot of nerves, feeling her belly twitch with the aftershocks of her first release.  She was incredibly sensitive after, and he could usually get her to come again with the lightest of touches.   A few moments later, he was rewarded with a second orgasm, and he stood up, watching her limp form.

Walking to the other side of the bench, he pulled her up to sitting and unzipped the dress before pulling it over her head. He tossed it on the floor, and turned to find her on her knees before him.

She smiled coyly at him and ran her hand up the front of his trousers.  

“What do you want, my love?  You may tell me.”

“I want to return the favor, Aemond.”

“You want me in that tempting little mouth?

She nodded, biting on her lower lip.

God damn her.  He could never say no to her, naked or not, kneeling or not.

He cupped her cheek and she pressed against his palm.  “I fucking adore you,” he murmured, and she beamed at him before starting to unbutton and unzip.

She mouthed his hard length over the fabric of his boxers and he cursed.  This game, these amusements, she knew he would never in a million years hurt her beyond a smack on the ass or a tug on her hair.  He would cut his own throat before he ever hurt her.  

Her slim fingers slipped into the waistband of his boxers and Aemond wondered how long he was going to last because he was painfully hard and when she tugged down the garment and wrapped one hand around him, he nearly came.  Her mouth was soft and wet, her tongue swirling around as she worked him with her hand.

He would not come in her mouth, he would not come in her mouth, he would not-

In desperation, he pulled her off him and pushed her back onto the bench before driving inside her.  “Fuck, you feel too damn good.”

She licked her lips, “likewise.”

He began pounding against her, holding her hips so he wouldn’t push her off the bench, and she wrapped her legs around him, her breasts bouncing with every hard thrust.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned, “oh fuck, fuck-” she threw her head back, screaming, and watching her, her body taut in ecstasy, finally did him in, and he surrendered to his own orgasm.

* * * * * 

By the time the world stopped spinning, you realized Aemond was still kneeling between your legs, his head right under your breasts.

“I can’t stand right now,” he said in all explanation, and you began laughing, your skin still shimmering with pleasure.  

You couldn’t imagine sharing yourself - or Aemond - with anyone else.  You’d been his since the moment you first laid eyes on him at the hospital, where he had come in after a horrific eye injury.  While you started his anesthesia, you’d realized how much he was shaking, and had held his hand until he went under.

When you’d gone in to check in on him post-recovery, he’d thanked you for holding his hand.  “It’s the last thing I remember, your hand in mine.”

The eye had been too badly injured to save and he’d gotten a prosthetic replacement, until one day when he came in to thank the surgeon, and then pulled you aside.  

“So, are you officially not my doctor any more?”

You’d smiled, “no, not really, I was only there for the surgery,” you’d said, blushing at the intensity in his gaze.

You hadn’t known what to say next, and he’d extended his hand to you.  “Well then, it sounds like there is no doctor-patient bullshit to stop you from going out with me.”

And that had been that.  You’d gone out to dinner, gone back to your place, and then he’d never really left.  

“So I propose-”

“Again?” you teased.  

He raised his head to give you a look.  “I suggest, we move this party to the bedroom, now that I can stand.  I think.”

* * * * * 

Later, he watched her drift off to sleep, curled up against him.  He thought of the worst thing that had ever happened to him leading to the best thing that had ever happened to him and had long ago decided it had been a fair trade.

He’d told himself he had nothing to lose - he’d already lost an eye, he would have a nasty scar on his face for the rest of his fucking life, and he could tell himself that she had turned him down because she’d been one of the doctors on his case.

So he’d summoned his courage and after he’d talked to the rest of his medical team, he’d caught up with her and taken her aside.  And she’d said yes to going out with him.  When he’d asked her a different question a year later, she’d said yes, too, between tears and laughter.  

Whenever he told someone that he was a lucky man, he always caught the split second of disbelief.  But he knew better.

* * * * * 

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[aquamarine0710]

Snippet #15

Those sparkly eyes.

“Oh.”

Those luscious lips.

“My.”

And that smug grin as [Villain] kissed the precious diamond necklace?

“God!”

[Hero] fell for it- hook, line and sinker. Their eyes lit up, an expression of finding an oasis on their face.

“Someone! Stop [Hero]!” Their best friend yelled out from the crowd, knowing full well how batshit crazy [Hero] was for these kinds of people. Unfortunately for them, their voice was drowned in the chaos of the crowd and they were swept away. A noble sacrifice.

They could only watch with desperate eyes as [Hero] teleported right in front of [Villain] and kneeled. [Vilain] flinched hard at the sudden arrival.

“My beloved!” Their loud voice boomed, making the mass look up all at once to see them present some bloody roses, half wilted, to [Villain], “Grant me the chance to pursue you, my moon!”

As the entire crowd gasped collectively, the light headed friend noticed a broken display and vase next to them.

“Ah it’s hopeless.” They gave up with a tear and a smile before their surroundings turned black.

[Villain] hadn’t moved for a good few seconds. A hue of red rushed up their neck and they fidgeted, “W-Well, I’m flattered… but I’ve only recently started this job-?!” They were pulled into [Hero’s] arms mid-sentence and squeezed hungrily.

[Hero] felt them go still, only their rapidly beating hearts moving. [Hero] felt a joy seeping into their bones and moved their head closer to [Villain’s] ear, “Come to my place tonight?”

A million words galloped across the meadows in [villain’s] head, most of which involved color never witnessed before. They harshly pushed [Hero] away, blushing, and made a run for it.

“What is wrong with this person?!”

[Hero] licked their lips. They liked a good challenge.

“Oh? So you wanna play tag with me?”Throwing their poor hero warrant to the stampede below, they vanished from the podium to chase after their newfound obsession.

The crowd vaguely heard [Villain] scream and all went quiet.

[aishnico]

#𝘾𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙁 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙊𝙉: 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

» summary: spending valentine’s day with your beloved one while listening the vinyl he bought for you

» word count: 1.2k

» warnings: major fluff to angst with no happy ending, grammar issues

"hey babe! i have a surprise for you," you called happily while approaching him with a small box.

"oh? is that my late birthday gift?" he asked playfully.

you rolled your eyes. "babe, you know i didn't forget your birthday. indeed, i was the first one to celebrate you."

"yeah, because we live in the same house." he got more playful.

"ugh... i just wanted to connect your birthday with today. i'm not that rich, you know. so i bought only one thing for these two days."

"hey..." he said while taking the small box away from you and putting it on the coffee table. "i'm just messing with you. you don't know how much i appreciate all the things you do for me. i love you and you only. i'm so lucky to have you." he now trapped you between his arms. he was smelling mix of cigarettes and your favorite cologne of his.

"i love you too cliffy. so, so much. and i think we are both lucky to have each other." you looked up to him and met with his sweet smile. he kissed your forehead and then gently pulled you away.

"i have a surprise for you too. wait here." while leaving the living room. making you feel excited.

after a couple of minutes, he returned with a brown paper bag. he then sat next to you.

"first, open yours." you said while grinning. he nodded and took the box from the table and started to open it.

"it's kinda heavy. babe..?" he looked at the thing inside the box. it was a bass pedal he had been looking for a while.

"babe!" he put away it and then hugged you tightly. "you don't know how much i needed this, thank you so much!" he said while hugging you tighter.

you were working hard on your job to buy this. you didn't tell him, but he already knew that. it was the best gift for both his birthday and for valentine's day.

"cliff, babe, i can't breathe-" he finally let you go but the grin on his face didn't.

"now open yours."

you took the paper bag to your lap and took out what was inside of it.

holy shit...

it was pink floyd's wish you were here vinyl.

and it was from the 1975 edition. even so, the cover of it was looking new.

you couldn't help but gasp loudly. he knew this was your favourite album of them. whenever y'all go to vinyl shops you would look for this.

"cliff, babe-"

"shh," he said while taking the vinyl from you and opening the cover of the record player. he then carefully placed the vinyl on it and placed the needle. seconds later, you heard the intro of shine on you crazy diamond. the vinyl sounded so clearly. he really did find the best for you.

you then snuggled each other. him resting his head on your head while you rest yours on his chest.

"you know, this is not the best album to listen to on valentine's day."

"then why did you place it there?"

"just wanted to make you happy."

"well then, let's just relax a little. then i promise to listen with you to motorhead, sabbath, misfits, or whatever you want."

"i'd like that." he said happily before dozing off on you. you joined him minutes later.

you both woke up at the beginning of wish you were here. looking at each other sweetly. he then suddenly got up and reached out to you. you gave him your hand not knowing what's he planning.

he dragged you a few steps from the couch. placing his arm to your waist and other is pulling your arm up. you smiled at him while placing your free hand behind his neck. burying your face in his chest.

so, so you think you can tell

heaven from hell?

blue skies from pain?

can you tell a green field

from a cold steel rain?

a smile from a veil?

do you think you can tell?

"clearly this is also not the best song to listen to on valentines day." you said breathing in his presence. your voice sounded sad. knowing the story behind this song.

"yeah... hey, what's wrong?" he asked and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"i don't know about the other songs but, this song and shine on you crazy diamond were written to group's old band made, to the soul of the group, syd. listening to it now reminds me of him." you paused. "oh, sorry... today is supposed to be our day."

"well, i'm sorry for him, for them. i know this is not going to help but, if you don't pay attention to the lyrics, it sounds like a song to slow dancing with your partner."

you smiled. "you're right though." buried your face further on him.

how i wish, how i wish you were here

we're just two lost souls

swimming in a fishbowl

year after year

"you can't even imagine how much i love you cliff. i always gonna love you, i always gonna support you. as long as you let me, i always gonna be by your side. even if we break up in the future, i'll always wish you and to band the best."

"bold of you to assume that we're going to break up in the future." now both of his hands were on your waist. leaning his head on yours. "i swear to you, i'll never leave you and let you leave from my life. you're all i want, all i need. i love you, more than you'll ever know."

tears were continuously falling from your eyes. he gently pressed his hands on your cheeks and wiped them away with his thumbs.

"hey now, i didn't say all of this just to make you cry." he smiled at you and gently pressed his lips against yours. it was a sensual kiss. after a couple of minutes, you pulled away slowly, smiling at him.

when the last song ended he took out the vinyl carefully and placed it back to its cover.

"don't forget, only death can separate us. i promise." he said and grinned before he went to place the new vinyl on the shelf and pick the vinyl he wanted.

— october, 1986

he really kept his promise.

you didn't know when you finally accepted this to yourself.

you didn't even know if you could visit him, did you really have that strength? could your heart endure?

endless telephone calls, visits from your beloved ones, the newspapers... all of these made you weaker and weaker.

but you had to. you had to fly there and tell things you wanted to say. you had to be strong for his family, you had to be by their side. you had to support the band emotionally like they've supported you.

you finally got up from your couch, went to the bathroom to wash your messy face. after taking a deep breath you started to look for plane tickets to sweden.

running over the same old ground

what have we found?

the same old fears

wish you were here