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Eve and Nelly on the set of a “ PSA: Stop Global AIDS” in 2001 featuring the iconic ‘ Husband/Boyfriend Beater ‘ Tank, a statement piece that called to bring awareness to domestic violence and role reversal in relationships. The original designer of the top is unknown but it’s definitely on my wishlist. — [ xxx ]
#cult her#black culture#90s#early 2000s#black women#eve#ruff ryders#nelly#y2k#y2k fashion#female rappers#female rap#fashion#culthermag#cult her mag#chm*#cornell haynes jr#stop global aids#husband beater
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Redraw 👍
#my art stuff*#beaters art#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#cod mw#cod mw3#cod modern warfare#call of duty modern warfare 2#modern warfare#captain price#john price#captain john price#cod mw2#cod#call of duty mw3#cod mwii#mwah#the husbands#jordan wright#jordice
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Not sure if this is a hot take but I think you’re allowed to like ANY character no matter their actions but so are people allowed to feel any type of way about it
I do think we can all have it both ways
#I like Stella and people can call me weird for that I mean canonically she’s an abuser#I could try to defend it by saying ohhh before season2 or just not when she’s that but at the end of the day I like the husband beater#now i fucking hate Valentino and cannot see a single good thing about him. not one. but that doesn’t stop ppl from liking him#now I think his fans are specially weirdos but they are very much on their right to like him as much as that may bother me or you
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i still fucking hate the domestic abuse scene in the tv IWTV it makes no fucking sense
i reread the book and they fight physically sometimes but theres never any wife beating bs its like. brawling
and lestat kicking the shit out of louis like that is out of character its like the showrunners lost their minds and thought this would be good
its good TV but its not the book nothing like the book or the spirit of the book
and why would Louis lie about it if he is lying abt this?
#amc iwtv#iwtv#interview with the vampire#lestat#louis#AND I KNOW ITS A HORROR BOOK ITS A GOTHIC ROMANCE#I GET IT IF I HEAR THAT TAKE ONE MORE TIME ILL KILL#im SAYING its out of character to the books#it is#if you read it it is#what lestat says in the air is in character but why make it abt boring pedestrian domestic abuse when its a vampire story#you could do anything else and it would make more sense than the abuse scene tho#its double weird to make louis and claudia black too and THEN make lestat a wife beater? to his black husband? get out of here
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Just a douchebag in a wife beater ☠️
#personal#just me#me#septum piercing#selfie#body positive#ftm#transgender#pale#trans man#tatted#wife beater#i look like a douche bag#green hair#tattoos#tank top#gay boys#this is my husbands tank too that i stole since I’m out of town for work
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So, Amber Heard stans on reddit have claimed that that in the audio of Depp and Heard's meeting at the hotel in san Francisco Depp was the "aggressor" because he screamed at her telling her "Stop forcing it on your time!" One commentor even said "there's one aggressor in the audio but its not Amber".
But that is ignoring the fact that Amber is trying to make Depp touch her when he doesn't want to, begging him to "love me back". Why would she do that if she was terrified of him? And isn't she violating his consent by trying to make him touch her when he doesn't want to?
#justice for johnny depp#amber heard is a husband beater#amber heard is an abuser#amber heard#johnny depp#depp v heard trial
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grillades and grits prep, water bottle at work
#thats my family’s sixth generation rolling pin btw… my mom calls it the husband beater. in thirty years I will be obligated to pass it#to one of my cousins’ children or their children’s children#raw meat#home#dining in
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parents will tell you "I asked a garden store lady and apparently rampion blooms around your birthday!" completely oblivious to the Symbolism they are invoking
#cipher talk#So which are you mom? The brow beater who passed her and husband's crimes to their kid or the witch?#I wrote part of a poem about it but it's not good so whatever. Fuck me I guess#I think I might only have a good poem in me once every few years#Or one I can recognize as good anyway
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WHy does he look like he gonna hit trina like an abusive husband or smth ???
Finally, he will be free.
#st trina#elden ring miquella#elden ring#I mean he wearing the fancy version of “wife beater” sando#miquella the unalloyed#miquella the kind#abusive husband era#Radahn did not consent
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"CROWN FINISHES CASE AGAINST RUDOLF METNER," Winnipeg Tribune. November 17, 1932. Page 1. ---- Accused Likely To Testify In His Own Behalf ---- The Crown this morning concluded its case against Rudolf Metner, of Moosehorn, charged with the murder of his step father, Dan Neuman, in March of 1928. Last witness to be called by W. E. Mo Lean, crown counsel, was Professor R. G. Inkster, of Manitoba Medical college, who testified on nearly 200 fragments of bones, purporting to be all that remained of Dan Neuman.
Possibility of sensational evidence being brought in by the defence is indicated by the fact that Dr. A. Τ. Mathers, provincial psychiatrist, has been subpoenaed. Dr. J. A. Guna will also be called as a defence witness. L. D. Morosnick, defence counsel, will likely call 14 or 15 witnesses all told.
It is also likely that the accused Metner will take the stand in his own defence towards the end of the trial.
This morning, the jury were shown a large number of minute fragments of bone, laid out in 13 small cardboard boxes and three cigarette tins. Professor Inkster stated that in his opinion, they were all human, and came from a single human skeleton. Some of them, he was able to pledge his oath, were human. Others compared accurately with human bones.
He gave the opinion that they came from a skeleton of a human over 40, but not much over 60 years of age, about five feet four in height, and of a male.
Wednesday afternoon, Constables D. A. Bissett and M. J. G. Goldie, R.C.M.P., appeared as witnesses, but their evidence was merely corrobor- ative, of that given previously by Constable William Milligan, of the finding of bone fragments and other articles believed to have belong to Dan Neuman.
Before the noon recess, Mr. Morosnick made a motion for dismissal, and when this was refused, asked further that Mr. Justice Donovan order the statement of the accused be withdrawn from the records. This was also refused.
#winnipeg#assizes court#moosehorn manitoba#murder#murder trial#drunken beating#wife beater#shitty ex-husband#killing your husband#patricide#patriarchal violencce#great depression in canada#crime and punishment in canada#history of crime and punishment in canada#psychiatric examination#forensic evidence
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SK being a wife guy will never not be funny to me
#like how at least 60+ pages of Cujo is about one of the main characters being afraid of losing his wife#and how his villains are almost always women beaters or just awful husbands in general#also having a bunch of books dedicated to her#it explains so much really
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tags: chef!geto x married!reader, cheating (don’t do this guys), naoya is readers husband, food play(ish), geto has tattoos + purple eyes, smut (kinda), mdni,
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+ finally this is out of my drafts 🙂↕️
“i’ve hired a new chef.” your husband, naoya, announces coldly from the other end of the long, polished dining table. the sharp clink of cutlery echoes through the grand dining room as you both eat the meal your private chefs had meticulously prepared—medium rare wagyu steak with truffle mashed potatoes and buttered asparagus, the kind of meal that screams luxury. but his voice grates on you, cutting through your attempt to enjoy the evening.
you grip your knife tightly, scraping it against your plate in irritation, barely tasting the food. naoya’s eyes finally flick up from his plate, narrowing as he notices your silence. his leg bounces under the table, the tension radiating off him as he grows impatient with you ignoring him.
“i’m speaking to you, woman,” he snaps through gritted teeth, barely holding back his annoyance.
you drop your utensils with a clatter, meeting his icy gaze. “and i’m listening. another chef, huh? what is this, the eighth or ninth employee you’ve hired just to fuck behind my back?”
naoya leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. his tongue rolls against his cheek, a clear sign that you’ve struck a nerve. but instead of shame, he’s amused.
“whatever happens between me and my staff is none of your concern,” he says smoothly, his arrogance on full display. “and this time, i’ve hired a male chef. try not to spread your legs for him the way you do for everyone else.”
the words sting, but they’re nothing new. his chuckle follows as he tosses his dirty napkin onto his half-eaten plate and stands, casually loosening his tie from his work suit. “slut,” he mutters under his breath as he walks out of the dining room, leaving you with the hollow clink of his footsteps fading in the distance.
you stare down at your left hand weighed down by stacks and stacks of luxurious jewelry—gifts from naoya, from a time when he at least pretended to love you. the massive diamond on your ring finger feels heavy, a cruel reminder of the life you thought you’d have. a life where you were cherished, not ignored and humiliated.
but that was before the affairs. before he cheated on you with everyone from his secretaries to the maids. you’ve tried to leave him more than once, but his connections, his power—he’s made it clear he’ll destroy you if you ever walk away.
and so you stay, trapped in this gilded cage.
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the next morning, you wake up tangled in silk sheets, the rich fabric cool against your skin. you turn to the clock on the nightstand—9:40 a.m. naoya is already gone, no doubt having left hours earlier for work. good, you think. it’s better that way. waking up to his smug face would only ruin your morning.
slipping into your soft slippers, you wrap yourself in a sheer lilac robe, its light fabric brushing against your bare skin as you make your way to the bathroom. after freshening up, you take extra care with your skincare routine and hair, making sure you look more presentable than you did when you woke up.
the enticing aroma of freshly baked pastries and pancakes floats through the air as you descend the grand, floating staircase—something you’d begged naoya to have built when you first moved in.
you walk into the kitchen, expecting to see one of the female chefs who probably has a history with your husband. but instead, you freeze mid-greeting.
“good morning, rina—oh…” your words trail off as your eyes land on a tall, muscular man in the kitchen, flipping pancakes with an ease that seems almost hypnotic. his back is turned to you, but you can’t help but admire the way his broad shoulders stretch the black tank top—no, wife beater—that clings to his frame. you can see the muscles in his arms flex with each movement, glistening in the soft morning light streaming through the tall windows. his long, dark hair is tied up in a neat bun, and his discarded chef’s jacket hangs over the back of a chair.
he turns at the sound of your voice, a warm smile spreading across his lips, and you’re suddenly struck by how impossibly handsome he is. it’s not just his looks—it’s his presence. confident and utterly intoxicating. your mouth goes dry as you try not to ogle him, but it’s impossible. fuck, he looks good.
“ah, good morning, mrs. zenin. apologies for the late breakfast,” he says smoothly, his voice deep and velvety, and you have to lean more into the wall for support.
you quickly correct him by letting him no the preferred name rather than naoya’s evil surname. “a-and, there’s no need to be so formal…?,” you drag on for his chance to introduce himself.
“such a beautiful name,” he compliments, sending a shiver down your spine. you feel like a teenage girl speaking to her crush for the first time. “i’m geto suguru.”
suguru. you roll the name over in your mind,
“do… do you need any help, suguru?” you offer, your voice barely above a whisper. you step closer to him, drawn in by his presence. his cologne is subtle, but it clogs your mind, intoxicating you as you catch the scent of sandalwood and something dark and sensual.
he looks down at you, smirking at your shy demeanor. “you wanna help, pretty?” his eyebrow quirks as he motions you to join him, and you nod, as the petname made you all happy.
he motions you to move to his other side but as you follow- your gaze catches something else—tattoos. a full sleeve, intricate designs snaking up his toned arm. your mouth goes dry again as your eyes linger, tracing the ink and the way it contrasts against his skin.
he notices, of course, and chuckles. “got these during a… phase. not really proud of it,” he admits casually, his voice smooth as silk.
“i think they’re attractive,” you say softly, barely able to look him in the eye as you flirt back.
his smirk widens, and he turns back to the stove, pouring a decent amount of pancake batter onto the pan. the butter sizzles, filling the air with the rich, delicious scent of breakfast. “i think you’re attractive,” he murmurs, “shame you’re already married.”
his words hit you like a punch to the gut, a reminder of naoya, of the life you’re stuck in. your smile falters, and geto notices, his sharp eyes catching every little reaction.
“is that whipped cream?” you ask quickly, desperate to change the subject, trying to pull yourself together.
“just finished,” he replies, turning down the heat on the jam. his voice is low, smooth, teasing. “wanna taste?”
you nod, unable to resist the pull of his presence. geto steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours as he dips his finger into the whipped cream. slowly, he brings it to his mouth. his lips part, his tongue gliding over his finger as he sucks the cream off, savouring it with a soft, sensual hum. his eyes flutter shut, and the moment feels intimate—too intimate.
your lips part slightly, unable to look away from the sight of him. his finger glistens as he pulls it from his mouth, the motion slow, deliberate, teasing you without a single word. he dips back into the bowl, scooping up a thick, generous glob of cream, his eyes darkening with desire.
“say ahh, baby,” he whispers, his voice so low, it’s almost a growl, holding his finger near your lips.
your breath catches, your glossed lips parting eagerly as you wait for him to feed you, heat pooling between your thighs at the way he’s looking at you. but instead, his hand accidentally slips, the cold cream falling between your breasts, slowly trickling down your cleavage.
you gasp at the shock of it, the cold against your heated skin sending a shiver through you.
“oh… i’m sorry,” he murmurs, though the wicked smirk curling at his lips tells you he’s anything but. “mah i clean that up?” he politely asks as you mutter out a soft, yes, as he smirks.
before you can fully process anything, his large hands are on you, lifting you effortlessly onto the cool marble counter. your breath hitches as your robe falls open slightly, the flimsy material slipping down your shoulders, baring more of your chest. geto positions himself between your legs, his gaze locked on your cleavage, his tongue slowly wetting his lips.
you tremble above him, his body so close, the heat of him making you dizzy. he leans in, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers slowly push more of the fabric of your robe, exposing the thin top beneath. his eyes darken with hunger as he takes in the sight of you.
with agonizing slowness, he lowers his head, his long tongue sliding up the valley between your breasts, collecting the cream in long, deliberate licks. the sensation sends a shock of pleasure through you, and your head falls back, a soft moan escaping your lips. he moves up to your neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin, leaving hot, wet kisses. fuck, you didn’t realize how touch deprived you were until now- especially being in his presence is making your cunt quiver.
his hands glide up your body, one gripping your waist while the other cups your breast. your eyes flutter at the intensity as your breathing quickens as he kneads your breast through the thin fabric of your top. you let out a broken moan as he sucks harder at your neck while simultaneously pinching and twisting your erect nipples between his experienced fingers as his tongue continues its sinful path along your throat. and oh, the sweet melodies of your moans escaping your mouth does something to geto. he feels his work pants get tighter and tighter the more you let out your moans. fuckk he thinks it’s beyond pathetic how something so minimal is making him this hard.
“m-more,” you plead breathlessly, your voice a desperate whisper.
geto chuckles against your neck, his lips brushing your ear. “does your husband even know how fucking needy you are?” he taunts, his voice thick with amusement. his fingers pinch your nipple harder, drawing a gasp from you. “how much you crave this? how desperate you are to be touched like this?”
you shake your head, unable to form words, your body arching into his touch, wanting everything he can give. but just when you think he’s about to give in to your pleas, he pulls back, his heat leaving you suddenly cold as he turns his attention back to the stove, his movements casual as if nothing had just happened.
your eyes fly open in disbelief, your body still trembling, aching for him. he flips the pancakes calmly, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as though you hadn’t just been begging him for more.
“i-i didn’t get a taste,” you whine softly, your voice thick with need, still perched on the counter, your legs open, desperate for him.
he glances back at you, a knowing grin spreading across his face as he finishes preparing you your breakfast as he turns around, hands you a beautifully plated dish of pancakes, the whipped cream and fresh jam. “i don’t want the food- i want you,” you whine as he places the food beside you.
“you can’t always get what you want, spoiled brat.” you huff in frustration, your body still burning for him, but before you can say a word, he leans in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
“maybe i’ll let you have more when you learn some manners, hmm?”
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk fanfic#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen angst#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru smut#geto x reader#geto suguru x you#geto x y/n#female reader#divider from @enchanthings#anime smut#naoya zenin#naoya x reader
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LOUIS & LESTAT
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022) 1.07 - The Thing Lay Still
#sorry op#i have so many feelings i cannot#arms. muscles. wife beater top😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#little smiles of LOVE. LOVE LOVE LOVE#🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍#😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#iwtv#vampire husbands#fave
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Would you be okay writing some sfw & nsfw on what it would be like dating Connie? I know the reader is married, but he just interests me so much. I love how you based him on Rio, he’s my favorite.
i’m so passionate about connie being based off rio too it’s ok i love writing for him
been away. connie (constance) s.
“you good?”
and you’d just look at him. a moment for the two of you to be vulnerable together in a car you had no business being in, about to smoke a blunt you shouldn’t have been smoking, with someone you especially had absolutely no business being with.
“what’s wrong”
“can’t park here, my husband could see.“
he laughed, starting the engine as loud as he could while he looked at you, a bored expression. his eyes were low and his lips almost sparkled in the moonlight from the lip gloss you kissed him hello with.
“your husband mama?”
“yes!”
constance wore a white wife beater and some sweatpants, tattoos and muscles on full display to everyone who say him, but you knew it was only for you.
his prized gold chain laid across his collar bone. said his mother gave it to him when he was little. his car smelled like him too, the car you helped him pick out at the dealership. smelled like the color navy blue, if that made sense.
“yea ok. tell him your real man s’ takin’ you out.”
and he’d pass you the blunt, tattooed fingers grazing against your untouched ones and handing you a lighter before putting the car in drive and pulling off.
constance hated your husband, maybe you did too. he never listened and was always out, giving you the freedom to do the same. you weren’t a monster though, not like you didn’t care for him, just didn’t love him.
you loved constance— or as you knew him, connie. you knew you loved him when you started to worry about him when he told you he was ‘goin to make a play’ in the middle of the night. or at the point where you’d think about him, regardless of you being in a bed with a whole other man, your husband.
“where we going connie?”
“same place we go everytime girl. unless you want me to fuck you in this car.”
you squirmed in the passenger seat at the thought. wouldn’t be the first time but he could never not make you hot at the thought of having sex with him again, always gave you butterflies. made you feel like a virgin again. it wasn’t always about sex with him though, he was real with you.
when you got to his house it was like clockwork, order food, take a shower, put on some of his clothes and eat together. eventually deciding to eat in the living room and watch some bullshit show you’d been obsessed with recently.
so here the two of you sat. you laying with your head in his lap, and him with his hand rubbing on your butt and the other with the remote.
his house was like a second home to you, he said it was your home too. could come whenever you wanted to, move in if you wanted. got you a copy of the house keys, front door and mailbox.
“gotta move if you don’t wan’ fuck right now, you keep rubbin’ onnit.”
and again, like clockwork you’d work his sweatpants and then his boxers off to pull out his lengthy cock. he had a tan shaft with a pretty pink tip. connie always got so hard for you.
you wrapped both your hands around him but it still wasn’t enough to cover the whole thing. starting off you kissed the side of it, making sure to do it on both sides and even on the top before you took him all the way down into your throat.
connie would moan, head rolling and a tatted hand coming to push all of your hair up into the messiest ponytail you’d ever had. your free hand rubbing up connie’s tan stomach, pushing his wife beater up.
“fuck baby”
with your head bobbing at a decent pace, tongue flicking around his pink tip and getting a faint taste of his pre-cum. the sound of your boyfriends moans drowning out the tv show.
“want you to put it in connie”
you whispered as you let your head come down from his cock, still stroking while you looked up at him. his eyes were a little red from the blunt you smoked earlier. the tv illuminating his rough features, like the small scares on his face.
“so take your panties off then mama”
blondieeu xx
#connie springer aot#blondieeu#smut#connie x black reader#connie springer#aot#mha#levi ackerman#aot fanart#shingeki no kyojin#levi aot#aot smut#attack on titan#aot x reader#attack on titan smut#attack of the clones#eren x mikasa#armin#mikasa#eren aot#eren x reader#aot official art#eren yeager#armin arlert#eren jaeger#eren smut#rio good girls#gangster#toxic
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Snow Angel
Daemon's Version
I'll angel in the snow until I'm worthy but if it kills me, I tried.
Gwyane's Version ❄ Daemon's Version ❄ Aegon's Version ❄ Aemond's Version ❄ Jacaerys' Version ❄ Cregan's Version ❄ Criston's Version
Daemon Targaryen x Snow!Reader | 700< | cw: fem!reader, reader is Lord Rickon Stark's bastard daughter, canon divergence, angst, violence, blood, war, death, typos, etc.
A/N: renee rapp my beloved
Though you were his wife by law, you were not by heart.
It did not hurt you, at least not anymore. You understood your place. You understood your duty; your duty was to your house, to your family, to him.
This was how you found yourself in the crosshairs of peril.
Daemon had been lost for days on end. He'd not given word ever since his proclamation to seize Harrenhal for the Queen— for his niece, his beloved niece. You knew why he was so eager to act. He so badly wanted to win Rhaenyra's favor.
They had not seen eye to eye lately, and one could say it was your fault. You were getting in the middle of their relationship, you, his wife. It felt as though there was not a soul in Westeros who did not know of their relations, and yet even in that blatant shame, not once did you ever bring it up to your husband.
Not once.
Why?
Because he saved you when you were wed. You had been promised to an old lord known to be a wife beater. You were told that it was the best match you would ever get, but then you caught the interest of the prince of Dragonstone, even if for a fleeting moment.
You thought that what you had was akin to desire, if not love, but it seems he only married you to spite someone that truly stoked such a thing within him. And now, you were sent to the North to remind your half brother of House Stark's pledge to that person, to Queen Rhaenyra. Your kin did not take kindly to that. But it was not Cregan that found offence in your appearance, but his men, some five of them.
Daemon dreams about this in Harrenhal. He dreams of five direwolves pulling you apart, limb from limb. He wakes up in a cold sweat because of it. When he rouses with word that a raven came telling of the conditions of his wife, he did not need to read its contents to be inspired to saddle Caraxes.
He makes his dragon land inside Winterfell and demands, "WHERE IS MY WIFE?!"
Cregan runs and meets him once he dismounted, leading him to your room.
His expression falls when he sees you. You were badly cut and beaten. You looked like you were ready to greet the Stranger. He grabs Cregan by his furs and hisses, "where are the men that did this?"
"I've sent them to the Wall," Stark raises a hand, indicating he did not want to fight.
"The Wall?" he shoves him away, "their heads should be on a sp-"
"They are my men. I will do with them as-"
"They outnumbered and ambushed my wife! You think they deserve the honor of keeping their heads?!"
Daemon was about to draw Dark Sister, until he heard a soft voice call his name. He turns to you, catching the way you stirred, and immediately comes to your side.
You weakly reach out a hand and he takes it. He is warm, a complete opposite to you. You feel lethargic but you manage to pull your lips into a semblance of a smile. You whisper, "you've come."
Your husband stares at you. He clutches your hand in both of his.
You rub his skin with your thumb.
He shakes his head, "I will exact your injuries of your attackers. They will regret the day they left their mothers' cunts."
You no longer have the energy to respond. You weakly smile at him before closing your eyes.
He stays with you until you fall asleep. He stay with you until he is told your eyes would no longer open again. He had to be subdued before he killed the maester that announced the news.
Cregan could do little to stop the prince and Caraxes from flying off to the Wall. He all but threatened to burn the whole of it down if your attackers did not come forth. And when they do, Daemon tells them to fight him or be fed to his dragon.
And so the fools attacked him, and were slain, and were fed to his dragon anyway. He flies back to Harrenhal after, and you haunt him in his dreams.
#daemon fanfic#daemon targaryen fanfic#daemon smut#daemon angst#daemon fluff#daemon targaryen fluff#daemon targaryen angst#daemon x reader#daemon x you#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen x you#house of the dragon fanfic#house of the dragon angst#house of the dragon
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Anyone claiming that you can see "bruises" on the photos Amber submitted as evidence are clearly gaslighting and owe me 20000 bucks.
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