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𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒
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adelinezade headers
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minors dni!
“s’so tight, so wet baby.” he huffed pushing further into your sloppy pussy.
“fuc - h, fuck.” was the only thing you could make out hearing the slapping of skin echoing through the room.
bent over his desk, in an exposing and compromising position, lips plump and puffy from the previous make out.
that cunt of yours pulsing around his hefty cock which after a few thrusts felt like it had entered your throat.
his palm gripping at the soft skin of your hip, his back flush against yours as he pumped into you.
after only a few weeks of plotting you landed the hottest professor on campus, all anyone could talk about during his class were the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, the tan-line on his now empty ring finger and his hoarse voice.
reminiscing on your successful little plan subsided when the rough thrusts somehow deepened, harshly pushing into you and hitting spots you didn’t even know existed as the frat-bros in your area could never reach it.
papers that laid against the desk floating away with every inch of him re-entering you.
“there was no -homework right—?” you say through broken moans.
a sigh drags from his lips, “d-don’t even say that t’me right — now.”
they’re both in their 20’s !!
no tags since this is really short ! wanted to post this weekend, lengthy writings coming soon.
🕰️ credits: used @g6scoigne’s header with a few tweaks, @plutism divider.
i hope you’re satisfied with your purchase!
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A small 'this is how you use tumblr' for the people that haven't been here very long. These are in no particular order, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask them!
Since I probably did not mention a lot of things, you are welcome to add to this post with your own advice.
a) Reblog posts. if you like it, reblog it. even if you have zero followers and ESPECIALLY if it's art or writing of any kind. We will see the reblog in our notifications and that alone brings joy. One reblog can start a chain and push the post onto many people's dashes.
b) Tumblr is not a very functional website, if you want to survive without losing your mind, there are two things you need: xkit rewritten and dashboard unfucker. Play around with the settings until it is to your liking. Additionally, change to firefox if you haven't already and install ublock origin to get rid of ads, tracking etc.
c) If you go to your settings (account! not blog) you can find this under dashboard at the bottom. Turn off at the very least 'best stuff first' since that will fuck up your dash and not give you posts in chronological order.
The rest are a perfonal preference but it will keep your dash tidy and easy to control if you turn them off, too.
d) Apropos settings—get a profile picture, a header, write something human in your bio, anything. Otherwise people will assume you are a bot and block you on sight.
e) Blocking! Do it generously and whenever you want, this is how you keep whatever remains of your sanity. It's not a lethal offense, it is (usually) not even seen as rude or anything along those lines. You block people and they block you and everyone is happy.
f) Under account settings you will find this:
Just like with blocking, use both options to your heart's content.
g) Tumblr is not like other social media platforms, spam liking & reblogging and going three years deep into someone's account is NORMAL and encouraged. You can search a blog by post type, tags, or even go to the archive and scroll through the posts there.
h) Lastly—interaction. We already went over reblogging (I mean it, REBLOG), but there are also replies and asks. If you add something to someone else's post please behave like a kind human being and don't be an asshole; based on my experience, that's easier said than done. On top of that, the tags are ALSO used for communication, go unhinged, ramble, leave your thoughts, or simply use them for organisational purposes. Everyone loves a good insane tag wall.
An open inbox (either anonymously or with your blog attached) is to be used! Please send people asks if they have them active, use it like DMs or a comment section, use it to recommend something, ask questions, participate in an ask or prompt game—we love asks here.
(We do not like harassment in our inboxes, same rules as above.)
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Ok ok I love Kid, but I also love Killer so why not BOTH
any relationship hc crumbs I can lick off the table for a kidkiller and afab reader? (idc pronouns or if they’re are any)
OOOOHOHOHOHO yes yes. I can do this. I probably should put in my header that I take headcanon requests. I'll remedy that.
General Relationship Headcanons w/ AFAB Reader/SO - Kid, Killer
SFW and NSFW (18+ only) - 569 words
K I D
In public, he’ll sometimes act in ways that make it hard to believe he likes you. It’s no intentional, he just doesn’t think about it. He’s a ruthless pirate after all, and he’s gotta show it.
In private he’ll give you a little extra attention. Mostly teasing, definitely a physical-touch-as-love-language type of guy, and it’s mostly behind closed doors.
There is the rare occasion when on deck he’ll have part of his furry coat draped over your shoulders with a hand on your waist while he’s barking orders to the crew.
If anyone seems like they’re coming onto you or posing a threat, he will make it known that you’re off. Limits. Acts first, thinks later (if ever).
(Which has led to more than one instance of you just being looked at in a way that Kid didn’t like and him just going straight for the throat).
Kid prefers having you ride him. He likes watching you squirm a little trying to make him feel good.
Notably, this carries over to eating you out, but only if you’re sitting on his face and he’s got both hands on your hips to keep you there. Again, he likes watching you squirm.
K I L L E R
Quieter in the ways he shows affection. He’s also a physical touch kind of guy, but leans pretty heavily on acts of service, too.
In fact, he combos that shit. Brushing your hair out of the way when you’re cooking together. Bandaging you up after a rough battle. Pulling his button-up shirt you keep stealing right off your back so he can launder it and conveniently leave it out for you to steal again.
He especially likes just sitting with you and letting you talk his ear off. If you’re brave enough to start idly braiding bits of his hair, he’ll leave them in.
Not as quick to anger as Kid, but he’ll still loom behind you if you’re interacting with anyone he thinks will cause trouble. You have frequently had moments where you’re talking to someone only to have a shadow cast over you mid-conversation because Killer’s rolled up.
In somewhat of a contrast to his more reserved attitude, any position where he’s bending you a little out of shape or to your limits is a plus. He likes posing you like a little doll — but mating press is his favorite.
Face-down-ass-up is a close second however. He can get a little carried away and feral when he just needs to get it out of his system~
B O T H
The definition of “scary dog privilege”
You up front and them tailing close behind, both of them effortlessly exuding the most menacing aura.
Both are protective of you in their own ways when they have you alone, but together? If Kid’s throwing hands, Killer’s throwing hands.
Unless Killer can identify whoever’s involved isn’t a threat. In which case Kid will still do a little fake-out lunge just to watch them piss their pants a little.
Kid is surprisingly willing to share you with Killer when it comes to the bedroom. Though he will taunt you the whole time, asking if you like being so full, how it feels being spitroasted, whose cock is better and you better not lie.
Afterwards you’re sleeping smushed right between them with Kid’s deafening snores and Killer’s human furnace body. You still somehow manage to get the best sleep at night like this.
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POCKY DAY (ft. yumi and jade)
warnings: oc x canon, cringey/bad writing, characters may be ooc, floyd leech
divider credit!! || header credit!!
Today was 11/11, pocky day. And today was also the day Yumi was determined to get a kiss from Jade.
“He’s totally gonna kiss you,“ Yu Jie said dryly playing with the folds on her dress. “It’s not like Jade is a conniving merman who’s parents are probably in the mafia. Wait no! That’s exactly what it is.“
Yumi rolled her eyes puffing out her cheeks, “Yu Jie can’t you atleast try to encourage me???“
Yu Jie looked blankly up at her and simply said, “No.“
“HMPF! Yu Jie was no help..“ Yumi muttered to herself walking down a hallway, accidently bumping into someone.
Floyd Leech, ’Wait he’s Jades brother!! He’ll of course have some tips to kiss Jade!! Without Jade knowing I like-like him!!“ Yumi thought triumphantly (unfortunatley she was wrong).
“Ehhhh!??? Watch wher- PomPom Crabbie?? Hai!!!“ He immediatly chwnged his tunes giving Yumi a tight squeeze, “H-hai Floyd!!“ She giggled before grimacing “Could ya let me go, you’re kind of... breaking my bones.“
“Oh.“ He pouted a little before sighing and letting her go. “Ehh I wasn’t feelin’ it anyway“
He started walking away but Yumi managed to catch up to him. “Wait! WAIT!“ She huffed, jogging to catch up to him.
“????“ He turned around sneering at her, “Ehh??? Whadya want??“
“Huff D-do you know good ways to-to uh..“ She fiddled with her thumbs, letting hair strands fall over her face. “Spit it out already.“ He grumbled, frowning.
“DO YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE JADE KISS ME“ She blurted before smacking her mouth shut, feeling her face heat up. “....“
“....“
“...I’m out.“
“WAIT FLOY-“
“Ugh... I geuss it will never happen...“ Yumi moped, pitying herself sitting inside the campus gardens, placing herself ona bench
“Yumi?“ a firm hand clasped onto her shoulder.
“WHA-“ She quickly fell off the bench, surprised by whoever touched her.
It was Jade. IT WAS JADE.
’JJDXEHFUDWDIFYUGIBWDYFUEXIWDGUEBYFYIN, CALM DOWN YUMI’ She reprimanded herself, feeling her face flush at the close proximity they had around eachother.
The teal haired male, tilted his head and smiled, “Oh Yumi! I heard you were looking for me?“
Yumi’s internal reaction.
“Whaaaaa- No way!!! HAHAHAHA“ She waved him off, “Uhh As if!! Totally!! Yeah hehe“
“Really? Well I heard you wanted a.. kiss from me.“ He smiled and- was that a blush? Nope. Yumi must have been over-thinking it.
“Well today is 11/11...“ Jade muttered, shuffling around to sit next to Yumi. He lightly held on to her hand and looked her in the eyes. She widened her eyes ’WHAT THE FREAK IS HAPPENING’.
“Today is Pocky Day...“ He trailed of his sentence as if waiting for Yumi to do something, say something.
’Pocky Day... POCKY DAY!’ Yumi short-circuted. “Oh yeah haahah!!!“ She rubbed the back of her head messing up her head slightly.
“And look!“ Jade mock-gasped “It appears I have some pocky here! How lucky...“ He smiled showing his sharp teeth, putting one pocky in his mouth and
“Hhehe yeah lucky...“ She instictively leaned in closer, before backing up slightly. “You don’t have to back away...“ Jade remarked, noticing her backing away.
Yumi perked up and shut her eyes tightly, leaning up and... biting the pocky.
She quickly got up and ran off civering her face, ’AHHHH THAT WAS SO EMBARRASING!!! EW EW EW EW EWWWWW!!!’
Jade looked at where Yumi was before she ran off and smiled fondly.
Not noticing two people behind the bushes judging them...
+BONUS
“Eww what are they doing,“ Floyd said watching Yumi and Jade from the bushes.
“Yay that’s really gross...“ Yu Jie said appearing beside Floyd, “AGH WHAT THE FUC-“
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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮'𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!
≡ Headcanons of what it would be like to be Chifuyu Matsuno's older sister
⌕ H e a d c a n o n s!
⊹ 𓄼 𝐹𝑡. Chifuyu Matsuno
Being the older sister of a delinquent is definitely not an easy task, despite the concern that your younger brother brings you, at least at home he is a sweetheart.
Chifuyu is a calm and affectionate brother, the boy has always been extremely cute to you.
Even though you are the older sister, Chifuyu is the one who takes care of and protects you.
You spend a lot of time together, but you don't go out much, you just stay at home more, especially reading mangas together.
He is jealous, Chifuyu likes to have his attention, he is very needy sometimes.
Chifuyu makes you have to spend hours listening to about gangs and all these subjects, he gets so happy when talking about his friends and all the things he experiences.
Most of the time, you are the one who has to take care of his injuries, even if you scold him for fighting and on top of that getting beaten, you know that your complaints are in vain.
You are very protective of Chifuyu, as an older sister, you feel practically obligated to keep him well.
You are also forced to spend a few hours listening to Chifuyu talk about Baji non-stop.
When he's away, you're the one who takes care of Peke J.
Despite everything, Chifuyu is a great brother, he has always been a kind and caring person, also trying hard to take care of you.
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H/D Muggle Fair Weekly Roundup: Week 1
Art Drawn Together (Digital Art, Teen) Smart Meets Snark (Digital Art, General) Art & Fic At a Glance (3k, Digital Art, General)
Fic Meet Me At Midnight (16k, Explicit) Five Times Draco Malfoy Used Muggle Things Incorrectly (and One Time He Didn’t) (9k, Teen) Eating Away (3k, Explicit) But Don't Miss (15k, Explicit) In the Fight for Someone's Heart, the Best Armour is Armani (14k, Mature)
Podfic To have a Home (14 hours 45 minutes, Explicit)
in chronological order
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Do keep on commenting on our wonderful entries and help spread the word by reblogging our fanwork headers or by reccing the wonderful fanworks!
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PILE 1 -> PILE 2 -> PILE 3 -> PILE 4
↛ Paid Readings ↛Pick a Cards
꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒹 ; 𝗚𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗕𝗶𝗴 𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝗮.𝗸.𝗮 𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗗𝗮𝘆
rules, disclaimer and notes ☆
⋆·˚ 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 ⋆·˚ ----- This reading was made for entertainment purposes only. this is obviously a general reading so takes what resonates and leave when it doesn't, you don't need to force your energy to read this and leave such a bad comment just to say it doesn't resonates with you at all because the answer is very obvious!
⋆·˚ 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞 ⋆·˚ ----- All of the pictures are collected and downloaded from 'pinterest' i don't own any of them but credits goes to the rightful owners however edits goes and belong to me only @alaezasmystery . I use the editor tools canva and kapwing for the header and divider. Extra credit to @daninixx for giving permission to use her rules and disclaimer.
PILE 1
First court marriage then there will be big luxurious wedding party . It's a royal wedding !!!! You'll look like a powerful person . That's your day and you're just not ready to share it with anyone . Your Future Spouse can be famous or has fame to their name . Many people will make posts of your wedding photo viral in social media .
Extra information :- owl , Tik tok , China , Sushi , Pens and highlighter , Baby cradle , Red hair , Green and black eyes , 5 ' 6 - 6 ' 0 in height , garters , stockings , statement jewelry , diamond bracelet / heirloom , summer and June .
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PILE 2
Big fantasy wedding ceremony . There will be a huge celebration in your wedding . You'll look so gorgeous and luxurious on that day . You're manifesting a successful huge ceremony . I'm seeing many expensive gifts being given to you . A presence of child / children will be there too. Maybe you'll own a pet by then whom you treat like your own child.
Extra information :- Swan , Sunflower , mesh net , Zari works , minimal jewelleries , boots , blonde highlights , peach and white colours , grandparents , 2211 , 1818 , Name starting with R , S , W , U , 2009 , 1998 , 25 .
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PILE 3
Cute destination wedding is going here. Small amount of people are going to join your wedding . It's like a magical sacred union of two matured person. This wedding is going to be so intimate and exquisite. I'm seeing nature is included in your theme . Like beach , waterfall or ocean is present by your side. You'll look like an angel straight out of a fairytale .
Extra information :- Candles , fairy lights , cars , potluck , hotpot , 444 , piano , fluffy dresses , braids , ace of spades , Middle of the night by Elley Duhé , tulips , Netherlands , old photos , X , D , G , H , Ticket .
☜♡☞ TIPS :- PAYPAL 222 > If you love my reading, you can leave a tip or donation here , any amount will do since i just really need money or you can check or book an order from here.
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PILE 4
Okay this is giving me destination wedding vibe !! It maybe a small wedding but this is going to take place in different place than yours . I'm seeing a very vintage vibe from here . You'll be radiating so much that day. A sense of pride is in the air. People will be talking about this for a while . Many of your family members will be shocked to see that you're finally getting married .
Extra information :- Old money , Manor , Dolce & Gabbana , Jesper , Finland , Bees , Long drives , 26 , 30 , 4+ years age gap , Teacher - Student vibes , Seashell , Mirror , Buddha .
☜♡☞ TIPS :- PAYPAL 222 > If you love my reading, you can leave a tip or donation here , any amount will do since i just really need money or you can check or book an order from here.
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Baby, bye bye bye!
platonic moon knight x fem!reader - twitter au
a/n: aw the au expanded! We've got 2 new characters now!
Unlocked: New Characters! Introducing Wade Wilson aka Deadpool and Logan Howlett as Wolverine because I loved the new movie so much and I know, in my heart of hearts, somewhere, in the multiverse, marc and darling are variant equivalents to wolvie and wade :D the relationship is similar, like in the grumpy x dipshit way.
Logan's header says "I love my HOT boyfriend!" btw
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1K CELEBRATION EVENT OPEN! CLOSED!
Hello, welcome! This event is going to celebrate my first thousand followers :D!! It's as the header says, a yandere alphabet, but with my special brand of soft yandere. Please feel free to send in letters for whoever you'd like, there's no limit, I might just pick and choose if you request a lot of letters. Thank you so much for following, I'm so happy you're here! Let's keep having lots of fun together <3 <3
ACCEPTING A-Z REQUESTS FOR:
The batboys (Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke) The batgirls (Barbara, Steph, Cass) My OCs (Silvan, Daire, etc.) MAYBE for most DC characters, blue lock characters, bnha characters
Alphabet made by @/jaydenchip404 tysm for making this!
List below the cut!
A = Affection (Is Their Love All-consuming, Expressed Through Possessive Gestures and Overwhelming Intensity With No Bounds?):
B = Blood (How Messy Are They Willing to Get in Pursuit of Their Darling? Would They Embrace Chaos and Revel in the Crimson Tableau Painted by Their Actions?):
C = Cruelty (Once Abducted, How is Their Treatment Marked by a Twisted Sense of Devotion? Does Mockery Become a Dark Form of Endearment?):
D = Darling (Beyond Morality, is Any Act Justified in Their Pursuit of Their Darling? Is Consent Merely an Obstacle to Be Overcome?):
E = Exposed (To What Extent Do They Bare Their Heart to Their Darling? How Vulnerable Are They When It Comes to Their Obsession?):
F = Fight (Does Resistance Only Fuel Their Passion? Do They Find Thrill in the Chase and the Challenge of Subduing Their Darling?):
G = Game (Is Every Move Meticulously Orchestrated, Turning the Pursuit Into a Twisted Game? Do They Derive Pleasure From Watching Their Darling Attempt Escape?):
H = Hell (How Carefully Crafted is Their Darling's Worst Experience, Designed to Break the Spirit While Strengthening the Bonds of Possession?):
I = Ideals (Does Their Envisioned Future Solely Revolve Around the Union With Their Darling? Is Their Love the Only Guiding Force?):
J = Jealousy (Does Jealousy Course Through Their Veins, Leading to Possessive Outbursts and a Relentless Need to Eliminate Perceived Threats?):
K = Kisses (Are Their Acts of Affection Both Tender and Suffocating? Do Their Kisses Blend Love and Possession, Leaving No Room for Escape?):
L = Love Letters (Is Courting an Intricate Dance Marked by Obsessive Letters and Gestures That Blur the Line Between Devotion and Insanity?):
M = Mask (How Drastic is the Difference Between Their Public Facade and True Self? Is the World Seeing a Mask, While Their Darling Witnesses Unfiltered Madness?):
N = Naughty (Is Punishment a Dark Art, a Methodical Infliction of Pain Designed to Correct Perceived Transgressions and Reinforce Control?):
O = Oppression (How Many Rights Are They Willing to Take Away From Their Darling, Molding Their World Into a Prison of Their Design?):
P = Patience (Is Their Patience a Calculated Facade, Concealing the Storm Brewing Beneath the Surface? Is It a Waiting Game for the Perfect Moment?):
Q = Quit (Is Moving on an Alien Concept for Them? Would the Death, Departure, or Escape of Their Darling Shatter Their World, Leaving Behind an Irreparable Void?):
R = Regret (Would Guilt Ever Be a Foreign Emotion, Overridden by the Conviction That Their Actions Are Justified? Is the Idea of Letting Their Darling Go Inconceivable?):
S = Stigma (Can the Roots of Their Obsession Be Traced to a Dark Past, a Blend of Childhood Trauma, Twisted Curiosity, and a Skewed Perception of Love?):
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Like a Cigarette (Drag Out, Never Quit) Part I
My entry in @hotd-bigbang for this year! The header, dividers, and the moodboard are all done by the wonderfully talented @ewanmitchellcrumbs
Fic summary
When the Greens realized Rhaenyra invaded King's Landing, Elayna, Aemond's wife and mother of his children, was among those who fled. Not trusting Larys, Elayna had made a plan with Tyland Lannister should the worst ever occur. Seven months later, freshly widowed Elayna and Tyland return to King's Landing. The pair of Westerlanders grew close in the intervening months, making many wonder what happened. King Aegon II decides to see for himself exactly how close the pair became.
Chapter summary: Having made their way back to King's Landing, Elayna has to deal with some personal matters.
Warnings: heavy discussions of grief, character death (not in fic), lots of angst. NSFT (m!receiving oral, f!receiving oral, PiV, some praise kink, and previous D/s dynamics referenced.) Also, dub-con. They both are given an out, but it's still there.
Word count: ~10.3k
Part 1 of 3
A/N: Thank you to both @emilykaldwen and @/ewanmitchellcrumbs for doing this year! I had a lot of fun with this, and y'all did a fantastic job putting this on.
Elayna closes her eyes.
Despite her exhaustion, she can't seem to find sleep. Every jolt of the carriage shakes her awake. The movements aren't what keep her from sleep but what they might do; the thought of her twins waking up is almost enough to bring her to tears. It took far too long to get either of them down for a nap. In theory, she knows she could give them to someone else. In practice, the idea terrifies her. An almost animalistic fear hits her at the thought of someone else handling them.
Aelon and Reynard are all she has left of Aemond, left of her old life. She'll be damned if she lets someone take that from her.
“You can go to sleep. I'll wake you if they do.” Elayna cracks one eye open at the sound of Tyland’s voice. He sits across the carriage from her. He could have chosen to ride with everyone else, but he chose to stay with her.
“I cannot ask that of you. You have already done far too much for me.”
Elayna wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Tyland. The twins wouldn't be alive if it weren't for him. If he hadn't managed to sneak her out of King's Landing just before Rhaenyra took the city, all three of them would be dead, and it wouldn't be a swift or painless death.
Aemond killed Rhaenyra's son.
Killing his wife and two unborn children would be one of the first thing Rhaenyra sought to do. Elayna cannot find fault with the logic; she would do the same for her children.
The carriage jostles almost violently. Elayna lowers her head to look at the twins, missing Tyland pursing his lips together at her statement. Aelon opens his eyes. Panic surges through Elayna. If he begins to cry, Reynard will surely wake as well. She tries to carefully adjust Aelon, wanting to better cradle him if he should start to cry. The adrenaline coursing through her combined with her exhaustion makes her movements sloppy, jostling the twins more than the carriage.
“Elayna...”
“Don't!” She snaps instantly. Elayna winces when she hears her tone. She tries her best to soften the edges when she opens her mouth again. “I... I know you mean well, but I. I cannot . I will not let anyone else take care of them.”
“At the expense of yourself?” Elayna frowns. She glares at Tyland across the carriage. It's all sheer emotions mixed with sleep deprivation; no true ill will sits in her gaze. Tyland doesn't flinch; he stares back at her evenly. “You can't keep going like this.”
“It doesn't matter if I can or not. I must.”
He sighs. Elayna looks away, cradling Aelon closer to her. One part of her brain sees how emotional and illogical she's being, but the majority of her brain refuses to look at it.
“I know you're right. But. How do I know she won't hurt them?” Elayna's voice cracks slightly at the last word. She swallows and clears her throat in an attempt to disguise it. Tears begin to collect along her waterline without permission. “I couldn't trust before, but now. How can I? How can I trust anyone to not hurt them?”
Her voice rises an octave without her permission. She slaps her hand over her mouth in an attempt to push the words back inside her body, but it's too late. The increased desperation in her tone finally triggers Aelon. He lets out a piercing wail.
The wave crests, and each member of Elayna’s family falls.
Aelon's wail causes the trapped sob in Elayna’s chest to burst violently from her. She has no idea if it's in solidarity or if it's because the sound of Aelon's crying makes her want to scream. Upon hearing both his mother and brother crying, Reynard joins. The look of alarm on Tyland’s face would be funny in almost any other circumstances.
“Elayna...”
Elayna tries. She tries to tell him she's fine, she's okay, she just needs a moment. All that comes out is a choked noise and then an unholy wail. Her cries mix with those of her babies. Tyland's eyes go wide. He opens his mouth to say something, most likely words of comfort, but nothing comes out. Elayna curls around both Aelon and Reynard.
A soft hand on her shoulder nearly makes her jump. Tyland sits beside her. His expression is equal parts alarm and concern. His fingers flex and curl, as if he's not sure if touching her is the right move. Elayna buries her face into his shoulder. Tyland stiffens at the contact. Elayna opens and closes her mouth, trying to assure him she's fine, it's fine. Nothing comes out.
“There, there.” Tyland rubs her back very awkwardly. He clears his throat. She hears three thumps on the carriage door. She feels the jolt as the carriage stops. Elayna wants to push away from Tyland in case people look in on them, but she doesn't have the energy. Instead, she pulls Aelon and Reynard closer while pressing herself further into Tyland.
The door to the carriage opens. Elayna panics. The thought of someone seeing her like this sends an intense spike of panic through her. She tried to push away, but Tyland keeps the one hand on her shoulders. She can't hear what he says to the servant who opens the door.
Elayna hears other voices. One of them gives soft commands. Tyland occasionally speaks, but she can't hear it because of the noise in her head and wails coming from her. Eventually, two other voices join, this time feminine. Elayna lifts her head from Tyland’s shoulder.
“No. No!” She shakes her head violently and clutches Aelon and Reynard closer to her.
“Elayna. Elayna!” Tyland takes a gentle hold of her shoulders. “It's okay. ‘Tis okay.”
“I don't. I don't want them to!” Elayna's voice cracks as it reaches a new octave. Tyland brings one hand to her face.
“ ‘Tis okay. It's okay. They're not going to hurt them. Aelon and Reynard will be fine.” Tyland wipes some of the tears from her face. “They will be watched. The nurse maids will have others around them. No one will hurt them. I swear.”
Elayna stares at him, her lip wobbles even more. Tyland clears his throat.
“You need to let them. You can't do this by yourself.”
“But I-”
“We'll call for them once you've calmed down.”
Tyland's logic makes sense. It goes against every instinct in her body, but it makes sense. She stares at him. Tyland’s movements are stiff and hesitant as rubs her back.
“Okay. Okay.”
She tries to stay calm as she carefully hands over Aelon and Reynard to the nurse maids. Both wail even louder when she passes them; it takes all of her self-control to not fall apart again hearing them.
It isn't until the carriage door closes again and she and Tyland are left alone that she lets herself break down once more.
This time, Tyland seems to expect it. He holds her, at first clearly unsure if he should. When she grabs the collar of his doublet, collapsing into him as she sobs, he pulls her closer. He doesn't say anything, just holds her in his arms and rubs a small circle on her back. The gesture brings more tears. Her body feels so heavy.
She's tired. She's so so so tired. Her entire being feels like a giant lead weight. The more she cries, the more sheer exhaustion creeps upon her. Elayna splits apart at the seams, everything finally too much to handle.
She wakes up warm.
Elayna sighs. She vaguely registers the sound of the carriage rolling over cobblestone now, the clack of horse's hooves against them. She turns her head with a grunt. Her left cheek slides against silk as she tries to bury her face. A light, soft sensation rests on her right cheek and neck.
The fabric doesn't give.
It takes Elayna a moment to realize the reason as to why. Her sleep addled mind slowly arrives at the conclusion. She struggles to open one eye, crusty from the salt in her tears. Red silk greets her first then a moss green velvet. Sluggishly, she tilts her head upward. In her periphery, she notices her head rests in the crook of someone's neck. She sees the lines of a jaw with a blond beard.
“Tyland...?”
Tyland’s eyes flick down to look at her.
“We should arrive at the Keep soon.” Elayna becomes aware of his arm around her, his hand resting on her shoulder. His hands seem broad against her. She idly admires his fingers. She wonders what his hands would look like against her bare skin, what colors bruises in the shape of his fingers would take.
“How long was I asleep?” Words float in and out of her brain. She lets her eyes close again.
“Half the day. I've kept Aelon and Reynard with us as much as I could.”
At the mention of her children, Elayna's eyes fly open. Before Elayna can even try to sit up, Tyland quickly reassures her.
“They're in here with us.”
Elayna still pushes herself up to look at the space. The sight makes Elayna's shoulders drop. She lets out a deep breath before slowly letting herself settle back down. Her head finds Tyland’s shoulder once more.
She should be worried what people might think if they saw the two of them. She shouldn't let herself relax. She needs to be on guard.
Instead, Elayna closes her eyes.
The two of them stay like that for a long moment, Elayna's head on Tyland’s shoulder and Tyland’s arm around her. At some point, Tyland’s hold moves. His arm rests loosely around her waist. Elayna sighs. She nestles closer to him, almost instinctively, at the change in positioning. They sit in silence. Elayna listens to the sounds of the horse's hooves and the creaking of the carriage. She listens to the soft rise and fall of her breath, of the twins's breath, of Tyland’s breath. She listens intently to a moment of peace she might never get again.
After a while, Elayna sighs. While she enjoyed the blissful break from the realities of her situation, she has to clean up the pieces.
“ ‘m sorry.” She manages. “For earlier. I didn't mean to... cause concern.”
Tyland sighs. It's not necessarily at her but more world weary.
“I imagine being a widow with two babes is difficult.” Tyland looks down at her. “You have help. Use it. Not everyone means you harm.”
Elayna doesn't say anything for a long moment. Instead, she stares ahead. He's somewhat right; not everyone means to harm her but enough people do she cannot risk it. The truth of the matter is the minute she married Aemond, both herself and any children they had were in danger. It wouldn't have mattered who won, she and her children were always going to be on the chopping block. They didn't afford any decency to Aegon and Helaena's children, why would hers be any different? If anything, Aelon and Reynard were more in harm's way, given Aemond's actions. Elayna tries to find the words to explain this, but they stay stuck inside her mouth.
“They're all I have.” She whispers. It's the closest thing she can come to getting him to understand.
“And they will have nothing if you continue on like this.” He counters. Elayna swallows. “They're children of a Prince. Aegon won't let anything happen to his nephews.”
Tears threaten to fall again. She doesn't try to fight them this time. Instead, she lets them fall. This time, her body grants her the mercy of them being silent.
“I... I know that. But ‘tis hard.”
Tyland stays silent. She fights to keep her gaze forward, not wanting him to know how much just saying those words aloud hurt her.
“Do you trust me?”
Elayna lets out a humorless little giggle. Tyland stiffens, but Elayna quickly turns her head up to look at him.
“Of course I do.” She smiles at him. The motion almost feels foreign to her. “If I didn't, I would have had your head for seeing me cry.”
Tyland raises an eyebrow at her. Elayna stares evenly back at him.
" 'Tis a joke!"
"I somehow doubt that." Before Elayna can react, he clears his throat. "Nothing will happen to them. I promise."
Elayna buries her face back into his shoulder. She wants to tell him he's too kind to her, but the words won't come. Instead, she presses herself more into his side.
They stay like that, Elayna's head in the crook of Tyland’s neck and his arm around her waist, until they reach the gates of the Red Keep.
Everything feels off, almost to the point of being tangible. She can almost taste something acrid and mournful in the air.
The greeting party was small; Aegon cannot move much without being in pain so his absence was expected. Queen Alicent, however, did not come out to see them. Elayna was under the impression she would until she was later informed Alicent doesn't leave her chambers for much of anything anymore.
She understands.
Elayna often thanks the Seven the twins were born before the news of Aemond's death reached her. She has no idea what the devastating news would have done to the twins if they were still inside her belly. Even then, it almost killed them. In the days after, Elayna stayed in bed all day, only getting out of bed to feed Aelon and Reynard. The thought of doing anything more hurt her deeply. It took both Johanna and Tyland to coax Elayna not just out of bed but out of her chambers. Guilt still eats at Elayna; Johanna had her own losses yet Elayna selfishly took all the space to mourn.
Perhaps the sight of Alicent's two new grandchildren may do the Dowager Queen good. Elayna tells herself this as she carries the twins to Alicent's chambers. When the guards open the doors, and Elayna sees Alicent, Elayna almost gasps.
She doesn't recognize the woman before her.
Alicent's curly hair sits tangled, almost in mats. Her eyes are sunken, red rimmed from crying. She almost curls in on herself, any and all previous confidence long gone from her body. Elayna hurts. She physically aches looking at Alicent.
“Your Grace.” Elayna steps forward. Alicent finally looks up to Elayna. She looks so much older than the last time Elayna saw her.
“Elayna.” Alicent's voice lifts with relief, but she doesn't smile. “You're alive.”
“Aye. Thanks to Ser Tyland.” Elayna clears her throat. “I am not the only one alive thanks to him. Your grandchildren are as well.”
The news of two grandchildren doesn't take all of the sorrow away from her, but it visibly puts more life into Alicent. She almost perks up. Her eyes brighten.
“Grandchildren...? You were with twins?” Alicent carefully stands up. Delight creeps into her voice, the delight of a mother learning they're a grandmother. At the sound, Aelon lets out a pleased giggle. Reynard coos softly.
“If I may present Aelon and Reynard...”
Alicent makes her way over to Elayna. Elayna gently maneuvers Aelon out of his sling as she approaches. Alicent stops just short of Elayna, as if waiting for permission. It almost seems as if she thinks Elayna will tell her no. Instead, Elayna cradles Aelon and hands him to her.
“This is Aelon.”
“Aelon.” Alicent repeats. She takes a moment to study him. Elayna watches as Alicent notices how light Aelon's hair is and how his nose matches Aemond's. Alicent looks up. Tears threaten to fall. “He looks like his father.”
Elayna does her the courtesy of pretending to not notice the slight break in Alicent's voice.
“He does. But he has my temperament. Nothing is ever quite right for him.” The subtle jab at herself makes Alicent shake her head. Elayna turns to Reynard. “This one looks like me, but I think he shall take after his father.”
Elayna lifts Reynard from his sling with a grunt. She cradles him close to her chest, positioning him so Alicent can look at his face.
“He has your hair but Aemond's eyes.” Alicent remarks almost absent-mindedly. Aelon babbles in her arms, a plea for attention. Alicent shifts him. He quickly grabs onto her hand with one of his own small and pudgy fists. Alicent almost smiles. Her face relaxes some, the harsh lines on her face easing up as she does so. Her eyes brighten a bit at the same time. Yet she still doesn't smile.
Elayna doubts Alicent ever will again.
Elayna steps close to her. Reynard reaches out to clasp one of the many strands of hair free of Alicent's braids. He looks at her, eyes wide.
“I...” Elayna begins. She pauses to take a deep breath. “Is it silly one of my wishes is I could have told Aemond we had twins?” Elayna wants to look at Alicent and meet her eyes, but she can't. All the strength to lift up her head leaves her body. Instead, she reaches across to smooth out one of Aelon's hairs.
“No.” Alicent manages. “No, ‘tis not.”
Elayna inhales shakily. This time, her head begins to hurt before her eyes water.
“I hope they become men their father would be proud of.”
Elayna's words make Alicent break first. She lets out a choked sob, placing her free hand delicately over her mouth. Elayna presses her lips together and averts her eyes.
“I... I miss him.” Elayna confesses. “I miss him so much.”
Alicent lets out a strangled sob, a noise Elayna is all too familiar with herself. The sob quickly turns into heavy crying. Alicent's shoulders heave with each attempt of an inhale. Silent tears fall down Elayna's face.
She can't hug Alicent properly because of the twins, but she tries her best. She stands as close to Alicent as she can and wraps her free arm around her. Alicent doesn't respond in kind but grips Elayna's arm. She almost seems as if she might collapse.
When Alicent does fall into Elayna, Elayna catches her as best she can. Elayna carefully guides her towards a chair. Once Alicent is close enough to lean on the chair, Elayna speaks.
“Here. Give me Aelon.”
Elayna shifts so she can take both infants. Alicent hands Aelon over. Elayna tries her best to carefully guide Alicent towards the seat of the chair, mostly to ensure Alicent doesn't fall. Alicent manages to get into the seat. Elayna kneels in front of her.
They stay like that for a moment.
Eventually, Alicent clears her throat. She looks at Elayna from underneath her eyelashes. Elayna nods.
“Would you like to hold Reynard now?”
“I would.”
Elayna hands Reynard over, cooing as she does so. Reynard kicks his feet but does nothing more in the way of protest. Alicent carefully cradles him in her arms. Elayna watches for a minute before Aelon, clearly upset with the lack of attention, lets out a high pitch scream. When Elayna looks down at him, he grins and giggles.
Elayna's summons aren't unexpected.
“The King wishes to speak with you.”
Elayna slowly stands. She turns to face Alicent, but she doesn't need to ask. Alicent offers before she can ask.
“I'll watch them.”
Elayna offers her a small smile. She trusts Alicent. The loss of two of her grandchildren and two of her children means she understands Elayna's pain, Elayna's fears. Alicent won't harm her children.
Elayna follows the Kingsguard. She expects to be taken to the Throne Room. Instead, the path leads towards the King's chambers. Aegon holding an audience in there feels strange in her mind. Perhaps he has yet to fully recover from his injuries. Elayna never saw him, at least, not the full extent. She had been willing to look at him if he wished, but she opted to give him privacy instead.
It wasn't out of disgust she did not look but respect. When she went to see him, his wounds were still fresh. The thought of another person seeing her as she might have seen him, weak and hurt beyond belief, meant she averted her eyes.
They stop in front of the doors. Elayna takes a moment to inhale and steady herself before the doors open.
Aegon sits in a chair in the antechamber of his rooms. Elayna notes the blanket covering his legs but opts not to say anything.
“Your Highness.” Elayna curtsies deeply. She looks up as she straightens back up. Aegon nods.
“Lady Elayna.”
The two stare at each other from across the room.
“I was glad to hear of your survival.” Elayna starts. She does mean her words. While the news of him being alive was entwined with the news of Rhaenyra's death, she finds herself more comforted by the fact Aegon survived. “I... I did worry.”
“Lord Strong planned well.” Aegon dips his head. “Almost as well as Ser Tyland. Getting all the gold and you away, that is a lot to keep track of.”
“And I'm thankful he was able to do so.”
Aegon scrutinizes her. He narrows his eyes and stares at her in an almost calculating way. Elayna shifts. It's not an expression Elayna has seen on him before, and it almost makes her nervous. Aegon seems to see what he wants because he leans back slowly. A playful smile makes its way onto his face.
“Did the two of you fuck?”
Elayna barely manages to keep herself from withdrawing in shock. Instead, her nostrils flare with indignation. Aegon tries to raise his eyebrows. The motion causes him pain; it makes his jaw clench and eyes screw shut.
Instinctively, she steps forward, wanting to offer help and ease the pain in any way she can. Elayna almost reaches out to grab his hand but catches herself.
"Well?" Aegon still sounds in pain. His question covers his slip-up. "Did you or did you not fuck?"
“No. We didn't.” Her words come out a hiss. Aegon nods. He doesn't seem entirely convinced.
“Do you want to?”
“That is not an appro-”
“ 'Tis a yes or no question.” Aegon looks at her.
“I...”
If Aegon were not so injured, he would raise his eyebrows and jut out his chin. He stares at her. Elayna screws her eyes shut.
“Answer me.”
She takes a deep breath.
“Yes.”
She tries to force herself to sound authoritative. If she owns it, it shan't feel so shameful. It shan't feel like a betrayal. It would be an answer to a question.
Instead, Elayna's voice comes out a soft whisper. It cracks almost. The single word rips and tears at something deep within her. Her husband has not even been dead a year, and yet, she openly admits to wanting another man. Shame swirls and screams in her brain.
She opens her eyes and looks back at Aegon. Aegon studies her, not quite detached but not necessarily in a familiar way. Her internal agony must show on her face because he speaks after a long moment.
“I don't ask to cause pain.” Aegon begins slowly. She can almost feel him roll his words around in an attempt to select the right phrasing. Eventually, he sighs. “The Small Council wants you to marry already.”
“They wish to get rid of me.” The words fall from her lips without thought. “They wish to get rid of the wife of a kinslayer.”
Aegon stays silent. He looks away for a moment. His throat bobs. Elayna needs no more confirmation.
“I know you love Aemond.”
The use of the present tense nearly brings Elayna to tears. Aegon doesn't seem to notice his slip up. Perhaps it wasn't a mistake. Perhaps the wording was intentional. Aemond may have di-
Is dead. Aemond is dead, but that doesn't mean Elayna's love for him died as well. Even if she herself feels as if part of her own soul passed the minute she was given the news, the love still lives on.
“I do.” She swallows. She blinks rapidly. The tears threaten to fall despite her efforts. Elayna turns her gaze to the ceiling and clears her throat. “His loss cannot be easy for you either. He is your brother.”
Aegon nods.
“He would want you safe.”
An idle question crosses her mind. She appreciates the warning about the Small Council's intentions, but to bring them up now seems strange. Tyland should be irrelevant to this conversation. Why does he feel like a focal point?
“What does this have to do with Tyland?” Aegon blinks with surprise at Elayna’s question. “You start by asking if I wish to sleep with him, and then speak of the Small Council and Aemond's wishes.”
“Nothing gets past you, dear sister.” Aegon nearly chuckles. The sound comes out weak. Elayna frowns. A small conversation such as this shouldn't be taking such a toll on him; it makes a small part of her ache to see him in such pain. “People need assurances. Especially the Westerlands.”
Elayna tilts her head. She regards him quietly. Each breath of his seems so labored. If she figures out what he's getting at, she can save him some agony.
“Aemond's children should grow up in their home.” Aegon rasps. Elayna studies Aegon.
“Are you... are you suggesting to marry me off to Tyland?” Elayna raises an eyebrow.
“You should have a husband you want to fuck.”
Elayna purses her lips and turns her head away, not because she finds herself disgusted with his comment but because she may laugh at it.
“I should.” Elayna decides on saying. Were she two years younger, she might have remarked on the fact most women don't get that choice. Instead, she holds her tongue. She turns back to face Aegon. “I accept.”
“Excellent.” Aegon raps the arm of his chair. He doesn't say what they're both thinking; Elayna's acceptance is just an illusion. The choice was already made. “You're dismissed.”
Despite the sun being above the horizon, the air grows cold as the chill of night begins to roll in. Elayna pulls her light cloak tighter around her shoulders. She's glad she thought to bring it on her walk in the gardens with Tyland.
It had become a daily ritual at Casterly Rock for the two of them to walk in the evenings. Despite what the maesters said, Elayna had refused to stay bedbound during the last months of her pregnancy. Tyland offered to walk with her after supper so she might get the movement she wanted while still supervised in case something were to go wrong. The ritual quickly became the favorite part of Elayna’s day.
“Aegon seems to have grown. He thinks more as a King should.”
Tyland nods his agreement. He keeps his stride even with Elayna's as they walk.
“I noticed much the same at the Council meeting. He's already looking forward to what the next year should bring.”
Elayna arches an eyebrow. “Had you told me two years ago that could even be possible, I would have called you a liar.”
“I'm sure it would not have been the worst thing you would have said of me two years ago.”
“No.” Elayna shakes her head almost violently. “Not you. Never you.”
Tyland raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything in regards to that. Instead, he turns back to look in front of them.
“The King thinks we may need to bring a more favorable image back to the Crown. He seems to have an idea in mind already since he was asking about our reserves.”
“Well, an easy way to do that would be a royal wedding, but he has to be careful. I wouldn't trust just any bride.” Elayna purses her lips. “He could use that to his advantage. While he cannot mourn Queen Helaena all his life, a certain level must be expected. so long as the wedding occurs within a year, I don't think people will be too upset.”
Tyland tilts his head slightly before nodding in silent agreement.
“That is a way to bring people together, yes.”
The two walk in silence for a moment. As they do so, Elayna studies him. He looks almost lost in thought. His eyebrow almost press together while his mouth stays in a thin line. No one else is present in this portion of the gardens. Elayna nudges Tyland gently with her shoulder.
“Anything you wish to share?”
“Aegon brought up an interesting proposal to me.” Tyland turns to face Elayna. “He told me it may be suggested I take a wife.”
“Oh? And did he have anyone in mind?”
“Yes. You.” Tyland looks Elayna in the eye. “He suggested it as if the Council thought of it themselves.”
“And you think he came up with it himself?”
“I do.”
Elayna nods. “I think so too.” At Tyland’s confused expression, Elayna laughs softly. “He spoke with me about it earlier today.”
“And? What did you think?”
Elayna feigns an indifferent shrug.
“ ‘Tis a sound plan.” Elayna watches Tyland, gauging his reaction. She wants, no, needs to know if he wants to marry her. She could live with it, she supposes, if he doesn't want to. The cold and sudden feeling of dread at the thought of him saying no tries to tell her otherwise, but she does her best to ignore it.
“That's not an answer.”
“Tell me what you think first. Then I shall give my opinion.” Elayna bites the inside of her cheek to keep from giggling at Tyland’s expression.
“You're acting childish.”
“Oh? How exactly am I being childish?”
“ ‘Tis a yes or no answer.”
“And I shall answer once you give me yours.”
Tyland sighs.
“I agree with the decision.” He phrases his answer carefully. Elayna hums.
“Luckily for us all, I also agree with it.”
Sleep evades Elayna that night.
She tosses and turns, doing her best to let slumber overtake her. It never comes. Eventually, after the Seven knows how many hours, she gets out of bed. She might as well take advantage of her wakefulness and do something useful.
The knock on her door almost doesn't surprise her.
“Come in.”
The guard from earlier comes inside.
“The King wishes to speak with you.”
Elayna raises an eyebrow. The temptation to remark upon the hour is strong, but she keeps it to herself. If Aegon summoned her at such an hour, it was no doubt important. She wants to ask if she has time to change into a more acceptable robe at the very least. Instead, she reaches down and tightens her robe more.
“Very well.”
The halls are almost eerily silent. Elayna remembers even at night, she could hear people, albeit speaking more softly than usual. People fleeing the Keep no doubt contributes to it; most still seem to think it unsafe still. It unsettles Elayna. Nothing is as it was when she left, and it breaks her heart once more to think of all the little things lost. Nothing compares to the pain of losing loved ones, yet the lose of familiar sights and sound, of laughter and whispered gossip, hurts as well.
When she and the guards round one of the corners, she's surprised to see another set of guards. Tyland follows behind them. Elayna raises an eyebrow. Why would Aegon summon both of them? And at this hour nonetheless?
They follow wordlessly behind the guards. Elayna has no idea what to say. Eventually, Tyland leans towards her.
“Did they tell you what we're being called for?”
“No.” Elayna shakes her head.
Once they arrive at the doors to Aegon's chambers, the door swing open. Both of them enter, Elayna stepping in before Tyland. At first, Elayna doesn't see Aegon. Her eyes dart around the room, trying to find him. She notices a large mound of cushions stacked in the corner. Eventually, she notices a gauzy curtain drawn across part of the room.
The doors shut behind both her and Tyland. Elayna turns to her head to look at Tyland. Tyland raises an eyebrow.
Aegon's voice comes from behind the curtain. In unison, the two of them turns towards the source.
“Are the two of you in agreement about the plan?”
Elayna looks to Tyland. She reaches her hand out to touch his. Her heart leaps into her throat when he takes her hand in his and intertwines their fingers.
“Yes.” Tyland speaks for both of them.
“Good. Then I shall proceed to the matter at hand. I want the two of you to fuck. And I want to watch.” Neither Tyland or Elayna move. Even though she can’t see him too well behind the curtain, Elayna knows Aegon makes a face and juts his chin out some. “Fornicate? Have sex? I know my dear sister knows how, but do you, Ser Tyland?”
Tyland genuinely looks offended. He pulls his head back and purses his lips. He doesn't manage to catch himself from twitching his upper lip with irritation and disgust. Elayna’s heart skips a beat for a second. His expression is endearing, not because it was a particularly attractive expression but because it makes sense for him.
“I do!”
“Excellent!” Aegon claps. “Then the issue is resolved.”
Heat rushes to Elayna’s face, embarrassment turning her pink. Tyland blinks.
“Your Grace, I'm not sure th-”
“Elayna has suffered enough misery. I won't stand by and let her suffer a husband who can't fuck her properly.” Aegon tilts his head. “Unless you can't get it up?”
“Aegon!” Elayna hisses.
“I do this for your sake.” Aegon tilts his head. “Would you rather take a chance on him not being able to please you?” He eyes the both of them. “If you are truly uncomfortable, you are free to go.”
Elayna meets Tyland’s eyes. Tyland stares at Elayna. He brings his hand up to her face. When he gently cups her face, Elayna's knees buckle at the tenderness of his touch. Behind the comfort and concern, Elayna sees a hunger mirroring her own. Tyland’s tongue darts out to wet his lips.
“We don't have to do this.” He whispers. “We can ask for oth-”
His genuine concern breaks her. Elayna closes the small distance between each other. She presses her lips against his. Tyland doesn't react for a minute. Panic begins to rise in Elayna for a second.
He kisses her back. The fear and anxiety evaporate.
Tyland kisses her as if he has wanted to do nothing more in his life. Elayna wonders if that's true. One hand finds the nape of her neck, fingers curling into her hair. Elayna responds in kind. Her touch isn't as gentle as his. She sinks her fingers into his hair. She traps the surprisingly soft and lustrous strands between her fingers.
If she's going to do this, she might as well do this as if it's the only chance she gets.
Experimentally, she tugs at his hair, not hard enough to truly hurt him but enough to see if he likes it. Elayna is no stranger to pain and rough treatment. Giving and receiving are as familiar as old friends. Either sets her body alight.
An idle thought crosses her mind. Tyland’s gentleness and consideration for her is the only instance where her body thrums as much as it did when Aemond manhandled her. It almost makes her want to provoke him. If she feels this way from him being caring, him being rough with her would turn her into a whimpering mess within seconds.
Elayna trusts him to build her back up once he breaks her. Hopefully he puts the same faith in her.
When she pulls again, Tyland lets out an unmistakable noise of pleasure. He squeezes her hip. Elayna grins into the kiss, following it with a nip to his lower lip. Tyland squeezes hard. He slips his free hand around to her back. She rewards him by scratching his scalp gently with her nails.
Elayna pulls away first. Tyland gazes at her with an almost dazed look. She likes it on him, how his lips are kiss bruised and how his eyes are dark yet gentle. He brings his hand from her back to her chin. He strokes his thumb over the curve of her cheek.
“Can I?” Tyland brings his other hand to the tie of her robe. From the look on his face, Elayna thinks the question isn't just about her robe. Elayna nods.
“Yes. Please.”
Tyland inhales. He undoes her dressing gown with deft fingers. The fabric slides off Elayna’s shoulders and hits the floor with a very soft, almost airy, noise. Her nightgown is a red silk, not as delicate or dainty as her robe. Elayna moves forward to kiss him again. One of his hands finds her hair while his other skates gently down her arm, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake.
This kiss is a little more desperate, a little more teeth and tongue. Her skin buzzes at every point of contact with him. She pushes against him, desperate for more. Her fingers dig into the fabric of his tunic.
“Take this off.” She pulls at the fabric. He nods. Elayna moves to give him space.
Tyland tosses his shirt off as Elayna turns behind them to the pillows she noticed stacked up in the corner. She grabs one of them and sets it on the ground in front of Tyland. Before she can lower herself down, Tyland leans down to kiss her. She almost giggles into the kiss.
“You don't have to.”
“I know. I want to.”
Elayna sinks to her knees. The plush pillow underneath her feels good. Her hands come up to begin to help him with his belt.
She pushes back onto her knees. Elayna moves with her intuition. She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out expectantly. She hears two sharp inhales. Only one of them matters to her.
“Fuck. You have a gorgeous cock.”
Before she can be embarrassed, Tyland groans at her words. Elayna smirks up at him. She looks up at him from under her eyelashes.
“Like it when I compliment you? Do you like hearing how handsome you are? How gorgeous this cock is?”
Oh, fuck. Elayna actually watches his dick twitch. It almost slaps against his stomach. The sight makes Elayna squirm, spreading her knees ever so slightly. Tyland brings one of his hands down to cup her cheek.
“Do you think I can take it all?” Elayna purrs. She revels in this new found confidence. She pushes her braids back. However, when she goes to lean forward, Tyland stops her by pressing his thumb to her lips.
“Let me... let me help.”
Elayna tilts her head but nods. Tyland presses his thumb against her lips more insistently. She parts them, wanting to see where he's going with this.
Her gasp of surprise doesn't make it past her lips. Tyland slips two fingers inside of her mouth. He looks down at her, concern clear on his eyes. Elayna opens her jaw wider to accommodate for the stretch. She inhales through her nose and smells metal, no doubt from Tyland’s rings. Tyland presses down experimentally on her tongue. Elayna lets out a small noise at the feeling.
Elayna about chokes when he presses the pad of his fingers on the back of her tongue. Her eyes water. She tilts her head up more to try and let his fingers slide further down. Tyland places his palm on her cheek.
“Good girl.” He murmurs. Fondness covers every word. “Can you take a little more?”
She tries to reply. A bit of drool slips down her chin. Elayna nods. Tyland pushes his fingers a little further back. This time, Elayna gags. Tyland shushes her.
“ ‘Tis okay.” He assures her. He pulls back his fingers for a second before pressing them forward again. Elayna accepts them eagerly. She flicks her tongue upward and along his fingers. She looks up at him from underneath her eyelashes. She wants more, needs more.
Her eyes nearly roll back in her head when he moves his fingers. Tyland starts slowly, giving her ample time to get used to the sensation of his fingers sliding back and forth along her tongue and towards her throat. Elayna moans. He thrusts his fingers at a slightly faster pace. She tries her best to take him further. The idea of her lips touching his rings makes her squirm.
“Breathe.”
Seven above. The simple command makes her head spin. She inhales through her nose as best she can. Tyland brings his other hand to her cheek. He strokes his thumb along her cheekbone. The gentle touch sits at odds with the way he's outright finger fucking her mouth now. Elayna spreads her legs. Her hand sneaks down between her thighs without her permission.
Tyland pulls his fingers from her mouth. Elayna gasps for air. Spit connects her lips to his fingers. She looks up at him. Instinctively, she opens her mouth wider and presents her tongue for him. Instead of spitting into her mouth, he leans down and places a gentle kiss on her forehead.
She gasps at the contact. Elayna meets his gaze.
“You're doing good for me.” He praises. Elayna nods desperately. She wants him but needs to be good for him.
“Stick your cock in her mouth already.”
Tyland’s jaw twitches at the rudeness in the command. Nevertheless, he moves forward. Before he can even take his cock into his hands, Elayna pounces. She surges forward and licks the vein on the underside. Tyland chokes. Her free hand finds his base to keep him where she wants. As she traces her tongue along his length, she closes her eyes. She feels the tension in his body. Wordlessly, she reaches forward and takes one of his hands.
When Elayna pulls back, she opens her eyes.
“I don't mind.” Elayna carefully places Tyland’s hand at the back of her head. Tyland looks down at her. She gazes up at him from underneath her eyelashes. She tries to hide her grin. Tyland presses his thumb to her bottom lip. She opens her mouth in response.
Tyland takes himself in hand. Elayna flattens her tongue as much as she can. Carefully, Tyland pushes the tip into her mouth. Elayna works to curl her tongue around him. She watches as Tyland lets out a low hiss of pleasure.
She wants to hear more. She needs to hear more.
Tyland outright moans when Elayna pushes her head forward to take more of him in her mouth. She suction her cheeks as best she can. Her eagerness takes him by surprise. His fingers curl into her hair as she begins to move. Elayna brings her free hand up to work what doesn't fit in her mouth. Despite his length, she fits more into her mouth than she anticipates. After several minutes, she touches her lips to her hand.
The sounds in the room are positively obscene. All Elayna hears is the slick noises with every shallow thrust into her mouth, two sets of ragged breathing, and her own breath and heartbeat. Tyland begins to shallowly thrust into her mouth, still clearly trying to not hurt her. Elayna rewards him; she lets out a satisfied hum next thrust.
The moan he lets out goes straight to her head. She almost feels her eyes roll back into her head at the sound. Fuck. Listening to him makes her head spin in the best way. Elayna pushes her legs even further apart and rests her free hand on her upper thigh. Tyland tightens his grip on her hair. His chest heaves. His thighs tremble to keep himself in check.
She doesn't want that, she wants to see him lose control. She wants to see him lose control because of her.
Elayna looks up at him again. Tyland stares down at her. The look in his eyes almost makes Elayna whimper. He gazes down at her with an expression equal parts love and lust. A air of adoration lingers in his face, and the way he pushes her hair back gently just proves it. It fuels something deep within her. She pulls back to give herself a moment to breath.
When she goes back, Elayna takes him all the way to the base. She keeps her eyes locked on his. Tyland’s eyes go wide. His chest heaves, and he almost seems to struggle to breath for a second. Elayna doesn't stop until she feels her nose touch his skin.
“Fuck.” Tyland’s voice comes out as praise and want. In the single word alone, Elayna hears how much power she has over him. A giggle tries to escape her. Tyland throws his head back with a moan, fingers digging into her hair. “Don't...”
If she could, Elayna would smirk. She tries to relax her throat more around him. Tyland groans. His fingers tighten in her hair, and he pulls her back. Elayna looks up at him. The whine that escapes her even takes her by surprise.
Tyland kneels down to in front of her. He kisses her deeply once more. Elayna's eyes flutter closed at the sensation. His hands settle on her thighs. The sensation is muted against her because of her clothes. Elayna pulls away from him.
“Let me-”
“I've got it.”
Elayna pushes up enough off her knees and calves to pull the hem of her nightgown out from under her. Tyland's hands meet hers when the fabric comes up over her knees. She places her knees back down and presses more into a seated position. They work together to pull her dress up over her head and off her body.
“Beautiful.”
Elayna's skin heats up, from her chest to her ears at the compliment. He says it as if he wasn't even aware, as if the words just fell out of his mouth. Elayna's eyes find his. Tyland’s eyes are dark with desire.
“Lean back.”
Elayna leans back on the thick pillows, black with silver and red embroidery. Her chest heaves. Tyland grabs three pillows, two for him to presumably lay down upon. Having Tyland so close to her naked body makes her shiver. He has yet to look at her most intimate parts. The thought terrifies her. What if he is repulsed by her? Or doesn't want to?
Tyland’s hand on her hip brings her back to the present. She makes a small noise and turns her gaze to him.
“Up.” He taps her hip twice. Elayna presses upward; Tyland slides the pillow underneath her. The angle eases some pressure from her lower back. He pushes back, hands warm on her thighs. He pauses for a second to look up at her, expression soft. Elayna's heart pounds in her chest at the wordlessly check-in, and she nods.
“Yes. You can.”
She squeals when he grabs her thighs and pulls her to the edge of the pillow. The urge to pull away and hide herself almost overtakes her. She starts to pull away but before she can get far, Tyland takes careful hold of her calf. His beard brushes against the inside of her leg, just below her ankle.
Elayna gasps softly. He presses a gentle kiss to her skin. Her chest heaves. She stares at him with wide eyes. Tyland adjusts his hold on her and moves his lips lower. She lets her head fall back as he inches his lips down the inside of her leg. Her heart rate noticeable increases. She outright moans at the first contact of his beard and lips on her thigh. Her other leg falls out to the side.
When he reaches the top of her inner thigh, Tyland stares at her for a long moment. Elayna watches him. Her chest heaves, blood singing in her veins. Tyland wets his lips.
Her entire body erupts into flames. Heat surges through her. He hasn't even put his mouth to her, yet a keeping whine escapes her lips.
As soon as his tongue makes contact, Elayna's hands shoot out and find their way into his hair. Tyland starts with a slow, broad stroke. At the top, he stiffens his tongue to flick her clit.
“Fuck.” The curse leaves her as a sigh. Her hips follow the movement of his mouth. She tries to push up onto her forearms, but it isn't long before the pleasure racing through her means she can't keep herself propped up.
Tyland surprises her. He makes out with her pussy, not just eats her out. Every movement of his tongue is slow and methodical yet passionate. His mouth moves against her as if he was taking his time to kiss her. Elayna arches into it. When his tongue presses just to the left of Elayna’s clit instead of dead center, she moans.
Tyland notices. Of course he notices.
He turns his head slightly. The new position gives him better access to the spot. He puts a little more pressure there, not enough to hurt but enough to make every part of her body sing. Elayna's moans get louder. She grips his hair as she throws her head back. Pleasure surges through her with such intensity she almost tries to pull back. Her legs tremble around his head. Tyland doesn't let her escape, instead pining her down with one of his palms flat on her stomach.
“I-” Elayna tries to find herself, but the steady movement of his tongue against her makes all rational thought impossible. She nearly ruts against his face. All she thinks about is the feeling of his mouth against her.
She arches almost entirely off the pillows when he slips his tongue inside of her. Tyland curls his tongue up until he presses against something inside of her that makes her wail. Her whole body trembles. He moves his head, and the dam inside her breaks.
Tyland slowly makes his way up her body, his lips ghosting over her skin. The care with which he treats her makes her float as much as what he does. Tyland stops and hovers above her.
“You can.” She murmurs.
The stretch as he pushes inside her cause a moment of discomfort. It's the first time someone has been inside her since she's given birth. She breathes through it until he bottoms out.
Oh, she's missed this, this feeling of fullness, of slotting together perfectly. Elayna stares up at him. Eyes wide as she does so, she brings her right hand to his face. Tyland groans. He takes the silent invitation. His thrust start slow and unhurried. She rocks her hips into his. It feels good, pleasure coursing through her veins.
Still. She wants more. She needs more.
Elayna wraps her legs tight around his waist. She tries to encourage him to go faster by digging her heels into his low back. Tyland hisses.
“Elayna...”
“I'm not going to break.”
The encouragement makes his hips stutter. Elayna squeals when he shifts back onto his knees, bringing her hips with him. Her head stays down and back arches. The angle causes her eyes to roll back into her head.
“Fuck.”
Despite the change in angle, he keeps his movements slow and unhurried. The drag of his cock inside her, along her walls, sends a pleasant rush through her. Having her head down with her lower body lifted helps. Elayna whimpers.
“Harder.” The word spills from her lips unbidden, both a demand and a gasp at the same time. Tyland gives into her. It's still not enough.
Elayna doesn't want tenderness. Her whole body and soul aches for it, but she doesn't want it. She wants rough and hard; she wants to forget everything. Elayna craves the idea of being broken down into nothing.
“Fuck me like you hate me.” Elayna gasps out. “Like you should.”
She doesn't know how she means it. He should hate her, loathe her. What has she done but asked of him, taken and taken without ever giving? He should fuck her as he sees fit. Elayna wants that, to finally give.
Tyland stops. Elayna actually whines her displeasure. She stares at Tyland, fighting to keep both her confusion and hurt off her face. He's still hard inside her. She clenches around him in an effort to make him move, but he doesn't. Tyland lets out a low hiss but his hips stay still.
“Why'd you stop?”
Tyland looks down at her. His normal put together and slicked back hair falls in his face. His eyes trail over her face.
“No.” He murmurs. Elayna feels her bottom lip tremble. Tyland quickly shushes her, pressing his lips to her forehead. He swallows. “I... I've wanted this. Far longer than you realize.”
“I feel the same.” Her heart pounds hard against her ribs at the admission. This time, when Elayna bucks her hips, he matches her movement.
“Elayna. This is, mmhmmm, this is serious.” Tyland drops down onto one forearm. He presses the other between them and across her hips in an attempt to keep her still. “I... fuuuck, I want. To do this. I want to do this how I've been dreaming about.”
Fuck. She clenches hard around him. Tyland hisses. Elayna swallows hard. A longing, the ever present longing, rears its head. Hesitantly, she nods.
“I trust you.”
Each stroke stays slow yet intense. Tyland keeps his movements unhurried, as if he's trying to savor every moment. He keeps his gaze on her, watching and drinking in every expression on her face. Elayna finds herself watching him back. Even as she digs her nails into his back, her eyes stay on his.
Every noise falling out of Elayna’s mouth comes out soft yet sweet, a symphony she wasn't even aware she could make. She knows how loud she can be or how high pitch she can get. The noises coming from her almost feel brand new, different. They feel natural. Each breathy moan fits perfectly into the moment.
Elayna presses her palms flat on Tyland’s shoulder blades. The urge to dig her nails into his skin never appears. Instead, she clings to him. Her legs lock around his hips, ankles crossing over the other. He shifts slightly, and the angle makes Elayna tilt her head back with a soft sob.
He presses his forehead to hers. Elayna tries her best to keep eye contact with him, but between the building pleasure and tears, she struggles. An almost whine escapes her. Tyland adjusts, lifting his forehead to press a kiss to her forehead.
“I've got you.” He moves one hand and takes hold of hers. Tyland interlaces their fingers. Elayna gasps. The simple gesture makes her head spin in a delicious way. She finds an odd eroticism in it. Even now, his tenderness takes her breath away.
This time, Elayna doesn't fight it. She lets herself accept it. The thought she doesn't deserve such treatment never surfaces. She squeezes his hand back.
Tyland shushes her gently. Elayna realizes a second later she's crying. Tears stream down her face, not big fat ones she associates with sadness.
He kisses her.
Tyland kisses her, and her whole world collapses. Elayna nearly sobs as she crests, body trembling in pleasure. The edges comes slowly and gently at first. However, as it begins to wash over her, she feels it build. The pleasure goes from nice to intense as it continues. Elayna clings to him. She holds onto him as if he's her lifeline. When she squeezes his hand, Tyland rubs his thumb over the back of her hand.
He loves her.
The realization washes over her as her orgasm did, a steady and pleasant feeling that builds in intensity. Tyland loves her. He doesn't have to say it; she sees it now. The look on his face as he stares at her, lust and awe written on his face in equal parts, tells her as much.
He loves her.
Fuck. She loves him too.
The words almost fall from the tip of her tongue. She keeps them at bay. Instead, she buries her face into his shoulder, letting out a pathetic whine. She pulls him as close as she can, heels locked around his back and palms on his shoulder blades to pull him even closer. Tyland moves his hips in shorter movements. Elayna pants against his skin. Her mouth won't form words; she settles for kissing his neck.
That undoes him. He gives three more shallow thrusts before he stills. He collapses, trying his best to keep himself from pining her completely underneath him. After a moment, Elayna feels a small amount of cum begin to leak out of her.
Unbidden, the thought of her being pregnant again rises to the forefront of her mind. Elayna sees it so clearly in his mind, the way Tyland would hold her and dote on her. She'd want for nothing. She clenches around him, causing him to hiss.
A rustling catches her attention. Behind the curtain, Elayna spots movement. Aegon pulls away and pushes back. An undeniable air of shame comes from him. Tyland senses it too; he presses himself back onto his forearms.
“Go.” Aegon croaks from his unseen position. Elayna says nothing, just lets Tyland pull her up once he gets to his feet.
Her body sits heavy, exhausted yet satiated. Every bit of her feels boneless. A relief sits within her she hasn't felt in a while. Between her crying fit and finally feeling the touch of someone after months, every bit of resistance and ache in her body disappears for the moment. Everything from her legs to her jaw loosens, almost to the point of making her wobble.
Elayna almost feels fuzzy at the edges. Not in a bad way. If anything, she needs it. For too long, her walls have been up. She’s held onto her need to be a bastion, both for those around her and the idea of being seen as weak and wanting tears her apart. This need has only been detrimental to her; Tyland was right when he told her she couldn’t keep on as she has.
The walk back to her chambers takes a minute. Elayna makes a mental note of the look on Tyland’s face when he watches her; she can’t give him any hell right now, but she can at a later point.
Once back in her chambers, Elayna makes her way over to her vanity. She doesn’t need to look into the mirror to know her hair is a mess, multiple thick strands out of her braids. Carefully, she sits down at the vanity. Elayna undoes her braids. A quiet satisfaction builds within her body as she begins to brush out her hair.
It’s been so long since she’s done this. Elayna knows she can explain away her hair by citing bedhead, but she likes doing this. She always did it as a post-sex ritual when married to Aemond. She moves almost on autopilot.
She inhales slowly and then exhales slowly. She lifts her head to look at herself in the mirror. Elayna stares at her reflection. A smile plays about her lips. The woman looking back seems content, fulfilled. It's not a familiar sight but a sorely missed one.
Eventually, she stands and stumbles over to her bed. The sheets lay rumpled from earlier, but it's easy enough to make herself comfortable.
She falls asleep almost instantly when her head hits the pillow. Her sleep is dreamless.
Only when she wakes up does the reality of yesterday hit her.
She stretches slowly, the pleasant ache in her body reminding her of what happened. Based on the low light filtering through the curtains, she thinks it must be early morning. Her back cracks. Elayna smiles. She rolls over onto her side, preparing her speech as to why they should stay in bed the rest of the day instead of attending to important matters.
The other side of the bed sits empty and cold.
Tyland isn't there. Elayna frowns softly and reaches out into the empty space. She blinks. Despite no one being around to see her blunder, she feels silly, foolish. Of course he wouldn't be there.
Aemond should be the one there.
Aemond isn't either.
Aemond is never going to be there ever again.
Instantly, Elayna shrinks and curls in on herself, all good mood gone with a single thought. Even after all these months, she misses waking up beside him. It's been worse since the birth of the twins. The amount of times she's woken up, hoping against all odds it was a dream and Aelon and Reynard will be snuggled between the two of them is uncountable. Elayna sighs. She buries her head in her pillow.
Aemond isn't here. He'll never be here again. Elayna blinks back tears. An ugly voice rises amongst the wave of sadness hitting her. She thought first of Tyland when she awoke. She didn't think of Aemond, her deceased husband, but thought instead of another man. Not just another man but a Lannister.
She bites down hard on the edge of the pillow she curled around in a desperate bid to hide her face. Still, she doesn’t manage to muffle all of the wail wanting to break free from her. An almost detached part of her likens it to a wounded animal. Elayna wishes the thought hadn’t occurred to her; it feels as if she ripped apart a wound on her own and poured salt inside of it.
As she lays there, another thought begins circling her brain. This one is worse than the others. This one makes her want to puke, bile threatening to rise. It’s a summation of everything, she supposes, of every blunder and mistakes.
What has she done.
#hotd big bang 2024#Tyland Lannister x OFC#Aemond Targaryen x OFC#oc: elayna reyne#NSFT#Persephone writes
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@keenlovecollection i was more talking about how intuition itself didn’t make sense because of the following eps
to go from saying “i’m giving up on fighting for the miraculous” to… immediately fighting for the miraculous again doesn’t really add up
just watched intuition and…
that did… not make much sense? with regards the following eps?
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#h rambles#miraculous ladybug#ml intuition#intuition spoilers#also a word of advice: please change your pfp and header so people don’t think you’re a bot! you could get blocked and/or reported D:
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𝐬 𝐰 𝐞 𝐞 𝐭 𝐚 𝐬 𝐚 𝐩 𝐞 𝐚 𝐜 𝐡 .
Darius Vogel x OC (Evelyn)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i had brainrot, was writing a few darius drabbles to get him out of my skull (still hasn't worked, btw), and this ended up being over 1k word count, so i just decided i'd post it apart from the drabble. enjoy my self-indulgent oc content. i crammed together a darius header just for this so i hope its not gonna hit that character assassination territory bUT i kinda don't care 'cause this was fun to write. enjoy! 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,164 words. (for some reason it feels longer than my nika fic).
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oc x canon, pwp (prn with plot), mild doraphilia/clothing fetish, established relationship, potentially ooc canon character (this man isn't out yet but i get severe sadism vibes and it hurts), domestic bliss (kind of? was the theme of the initial drabble).
Some days Evelyn wondered about her partner, how he managed to put up with the mundane ways she had chosen to live. Part of her wondered if she had deprived him of that luxury she had grown accustomed to seeing him in. The thoughts stole her mind one evening, fresh out of the bath, a quiet whine in the back of her skull as she walked around their empty house, waiting for him to come home from one of those meetings of his. In the meantime, she found one of his fur coats, bundling her small form in it and curling up in their shared bed as she screwed her eyes shut and willed the thoughts away with quick and anxious breaths.
“Evelyn?” The gentle tenor reached her ears all too late for Eve to feel any embarrassment as Darius flicked on the lamp next to the bed, his eyes widening a fraction as he took in the sight of his practically nude love curled up in his coat like a scared child. His lips curved into a smile — one she was all too aware carried more promises of teasing than comfort.
“My my, is this a new plea for attention?” He pressed a knee into the mattress, the bed creaking softly beneath his weight as he leaned over her, craning his head down and brushing his lips gently over hers at first. A gasp left Evelyn as she felt a silken touch tug down her chemise to cup her breast and thumb at the swell of it in his palm.
“If so, I quite like it.” He purred against her lips, climbing into bed with her and kneading at her soft chest more intensely as he locked eyes with her, taking in how her bare skin was almost engulfed by the fur coat, the softness of the material melting in quite well with her soft skin.
Darius' blonde curls tickled her chest as he ran his tongue over the peak of her bare breast, gilded eyes practically glowing as he peeled the thin layer of clothing down her front, hungry like a monster starved. Eve drew a frigid gasp inward as he started to properly suckle at her skin, lips wrapped around one breast as he kneaded at the other, groaning softly.
“D-Darius, darling��h-hey..! Mmn! Sto—ah!” She whimpered as her legs crossed and twisted only to be pried apart by his knee between them, pressing rather roughly to her folds, starting to soak his trousers with her juices as he teasing pressed it there, chuckling devilishly against her skin.
“Mnn, but my love looks so good in my favorite coat...” he huffed softly against her skin with a pouty tone, leaning in and stroking his tongue over her chin hungrily, giving rise to a rather sloppy kiss that was quite unlike his gentlemanly persona. His gloved fingers found her entrance, brushing her folds with the pure white fabric, pulling back to watch her beneath him, bundled loosely in his fur-lined coat, barely able to catch each huffing breath that fell out of her. The sight robbed Darius of just about any reason, his fingers sinking slowly into her, his moan of contentment mixing with her own cry of pleasure.
“My darling Eve, my precious girl…” he purred as he worked his gloved middle finger into her warmth slowly, cursing the fact that he couldn’t simply feel her insides against the skin of his hand. The frustration caused him to insert another finger, then another…three slender fingers from pinky to the longest curled into her, matched with his breathy purring compliments as he gazed down at his lover, unbuckling his pants with his other hand as he hurried to undress, not wanting to keep either of them waiting too long while his fingers worked her walls at a steady pace.
“You grip me so well, dear.” He growled, smiling sweetly down at her, “Now, I need you to cum for me so I can fit, is that clear?” He purred, moving faster and eliciting a blissful whine from Evelyn as his thumb circled the pink bead between her folds, focusing on it while he moved his wrist, “That’s the look I wanted, let me see my darling come undone for me. Get those clothes nice and dirty for me, love. I know you want to.” He chuckled as she screamed, clinging to his shoulders and all but sobbing as her toes curled against the bedding, coming undone atop all the blankets and his warm coat. Darius grunted as he sat up, undressing fully and making sure she mirrored him, tossing any clothing that was previously on their bodies to the floor aside from the things she’d been laying on.
“Lift your legs for me.” He murmured, gently lifting her ankles over one of his shoulders as he guided his shaft between her folds, rubbing gently to gather enough of her nectar to slip in. He pressed in swiftly and laced his clean hand with hers, tugging the other silk glove between his teeth and tasting the faintest bit of her on his tongue. If burying inside her didn’t make the king’s eyes roll back, that certainly did. His hips started to move, a steady and slow pace at first as he held her hand with intertwined fingers, breathing heavily and gasping his name like a chant. He swore the pride that swelled in his chest could easily rival the devil himself in this moment, his lips curling up at the edges.
“Mn, so tight for me. What a good girl.” He praised, his bare hand pressed over her head to brace himself as he leaned over her, the rough rocking of his hips making the wooden bedframe creak and groan under the weight of them both. He began panting heavily, the telltale shimmer in his eyes as they grew lidded and almost drunken signaled his coming release as she squeezed him tight between her soft thighs and velvet walls.
“Cum with me, dear.”
“Y-Yes, darling..!” Evelyn murmured, his lips brushing hers tenderly as he made one last heavy thrust into her, gasping and catching his breath as his brows scrunched together, holding her flush against him as they both fell over the edge together.
A few long moments passed of heavy breaths and greedy kisses were exchanged between the two. Darius pulled back slightly to marvel at his work, “You know…” he tugged lightly at his large coat under, “I should get you a coat like this. You look quite lovely in it.” He murmured proudly, nuzzling her neck and relaxing beside her in bed, thumb tenderly stroking her hip as his bare hand propped his chin up to watch her.
“Why?” Eve mumbled with curious eyes.
“Because I think furs look lovely on you, and - I could remember how you came undone in mine.” He murmured against the shell of her ear, chuckling as she hid her face in his chest.
lace headers by saradika.
#ikemen villains#ikevil darius#darius vogel#drac writes#should i stop writing smut? probably.#will i stop? idfk.#nsft#evelyn
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