#im ashamed a tad of this

[queertealover]

And I present a meal to feast on

[sunlightfeeling]

my brother sent me a taiyaki shop close to the hotel we’re staying in on the day that we land 😭😂

lol his sweet tooth mighttt actually be worse than mine 🤔

[vicky-sarah-arts]

Very aggro love triangle, plus the ones placing bets

Also the big croc is named Hostile

He’s an albino croc, who’s a mix of Australian and Egyptian, and he’s also a pirate that loves the Egyptian gods.

He’s also an asshole

[35253319]

PAUSE I THOUGHT SOMETHING WAS INNOCENT AND CUTE LIKE OP WAS SAYING KAVEH IS SO PERFECT HES LIKE A WAX FIGURE AND I WAS LIKE SLAY QUEEN HE SO IS AND I WAS FULL ON GONNA RB IT

[secretivemessenger]

Still living and breathing- this is the last one I swear 🥹

temperature play, whipping, light knife-play, shibari, orgasm denial, size difference (?), cock-slapping, drunk-sex, power imbalance, brat, double penetration, belly bulge, bunny suits, toy play.

you’re still doing this 💀 damn the dedication

But like- do you happen to know me or smth 😭😭 cuze true to all!!!

[halfbloodfics]

Gentle dom! snape headcanons

Hi im procastinating the number of requests in my inboxes so until I get around to them, have another headcanon post to tie you over.

warnings: NSFW, smutty, minors DNI, mentions of kinks

I've written quite a bit of sub!snape fics that now I'm starting to miss dom!snape.

I'd like to preface this by saying that these are obviously just headcanons. Personally, I think severus is likely very sexually reserved, due to both trauma and honestly, isolation. I don't see him as being this overtly sexual person, as everything within him from canon, in books and the movies, shows him as very conservative and reserved. His clothing, his skills in occlumency, his facial expressions... everything about himself is very, reserved and controlled.

So I find that important to preface this by saying, that anything specifically kinky, especially dominant, would take a lot of time and patience coming from sev. I think at first, sex would definitely be more gentle, passionate, loving thing, if not a tad bit submissive.

However after awhile, once he becomes more comfortable, I can see him beginning to get more confident with his sexuality and more sure in the fac that you really want him. I can see his nerves slowly fading away into that kind of repressed longing and desire that he's denied himself for so long. I can also see him enjoying this because his whole life, he was so powerless. I mean, constantly being used as a pawn in a game that was bigger than him, obeying a different master.. I think it would be nice to be the one with the control for once.

Also this is specifically for gentle dom! snape, so there will be another one for hard dom! snape. Anyways enough yappin, here are the headcanons.

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The first time he doms

I need to write a fic on this tbh, but I imagine it starts off by him relising how much you actually need him

The concept of you, needing him; of someone needing him that way, craving him?? Insane. he craves it. he wants it. he wants to hear it. see it.

I think something would have to happen for him to really realise this, either you admitting that you've masterbated to him... or maybe even him accidentaly catching you in the act.. Picturing/seeing you touching yourself, you wishing it was him, moaning his name, drives him wild

Something switches in him, where as before he might be flustered, embarassed, even ashamed. now he simply stands there.. watching, still... until he moves approaches

Then I imagine he's asking you if you were thinking about him.. and then specifically what you were thinking of...

And then he gives you exactly what you were asking for.. Or tells you to keep going while he watches

Once he's more comfortable... here are my headcanons about

Kissing

When he's in a dom mode, making it just does something to him. I mean in general, any sort of touch does something to him; but french kissing, hearing you moan into the kiss?? Gripping the back of your head?? Your throat?? That man kisses you like he's drowning.

Kinks

Names: I think, as a gentle dom, he wouldn't like to be called any names other than his name. I think the big part for him, is that much needed ego boost that you need HIM

I think he's very big on you saying his name, making you say it again and again, asking you who you belong to, who's making you feel that good, etc

Speed? I think it's usually a steady pace, depending on the day and what you need/want. I don't think he's afraid of going fast or rough, but not slapping, choking, or heavy degrading.

Bondage: I think he would however, be into being on top of you, pinning you down with his body in some way. Restraining you, with himself. Perhaps sometimes, using something to tie you up or tie your hands behind your back, but for the most part I imagine he likes using his hands, holding your wrists behind your back, pinning them above your head, beside your head, pinning your hips down to stop you from squirming, that sorta thang

Praise: especially as gentle dom, he loves to praise you. I don't imagine he's very vocal, but I do imagine he talks you through it. Praising you as you take him, as you orgasm. I don't think as a gentle dom, he would be interested in degrading you

Begging: slight begging, I think he more so wants to take care of you as a gentle dom, make you feel good. I think he'd find it attractive, once again as an ego and control thing, that you're begging for him, but I think he'd give in quite easily as a gentle dom

Idk what this is called but instructing you how to masterbate? Him sitting on the edge of the bed, or standing across the room... Telling you exactly how fast to go, how many fingers to use, how to touch yourself etc.

Positions

Missionary: gentle dom sev LOVES missionary and you can't convince me otherwise. He still gets all the fun parts of being dom, being on top of you, being able to pin you down, but he also gets to see ALL of you.. Your reactions, your body, your eyes

Doggy: I think this is more for hard dom snape tbh, which is a whole other post of its own. But I really, truly think he'd love this one. Pinning your shoulders down, leaning over you, taking you from the back... Or pinning your wrists behind your back while he yk.. Gripping your chin, whispering praise in your ear.. Yeah

Spooning: I also think he's like this one, especially as a gentle dom, cause it's still dominant for him, but you also both get to be comfy and in bed. And he gets to wrap his arms around you, hold you. It's romantic, dominant, gentle, all in one

Oral: As a gentle dom, I can see him liking recieving oral more than him being a switch. I still think he prefers to give, but I imagine that he likes to have you on your knees, his hand in your hair, just gently guiding your movements, praising you the entire time

Misc

Clothing: I think he loves being clothed while you're naked, not only does it make him more comfortable, he also gets to see all of you and it kinda adds to the power vibe. However, seeing you in any type of slightly revealing clothing does something to him. Even if it's just a little tight, or if your shirt is a little low.. He's spent his entire life ruling with an iron fist over his emotions and now somehow its crumbling all because of a damn scoop neck t-shirt. Mans could fight voldemort but not the power of tiddies. Also really loves nightgowns.

Moans: He loves hearing you. any type of sounds at all, even the slightest gasp to you crying out for him. It makes him want to hear more. especially if you're moaning his name. I don't imagine he moans much, more so small grunts and groans

He's a boob guy. For sure. That's it.

Aftercare: He is very, set on aftercare. Always. Especially after he has been dom. Even if he hasn't been rough, he knows aftercare is important. Brings you water, makes sure you drink it. Makes sure you use the washroom after. Holds you, praises you.

And i think thats it, for now, though I'll probably come up with more eventually.

Cheerio

xx

[xoxochb]

I'm so ashamed to ask this but idc

Write more Leo x f!reader smut PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS🙏🙏🙏🙏IM BEGGING YOUUUU

— it just makes sense ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

★ - warnings: smut I fear… spanish dialogue was translated using google translate so it’s probably not correct my apologies pairing: leo valdez x fem! reader a/n: had this idea in my head for DAYS 🙏🏼🙏🏼

this was utter suffering. the fact that you had to sit here, doing nothing but watching your boyfriend work. a pout veils your lips, though your eyes say entirely different— it’s the way he handles the metals and tools, calloused fingers running both over and inside the contraptions, causing a pool of heat to rush between your thighs. you try your best attempt to ignore it, to go back to gazing out the window as it rains, but every time you attempt to your eyes wander and find themselves trailing over leo’s hands again

you suppose that he notices you from the corner of his eyes because he smirks only a tad and breaks the silence, “bored, mi cielo?”

your eyes widen and you snap out of your trance quickly. “uhm… a little, yeah”

leo smiles and sits down on his workbench, patting his lap and beckoning you over. happily, you rise from your set on his bed and to stop his lap, steadying yourself with arms around his neck. though, now that you were sitting here he continues his work on the machines, yet still holding you at the same time. you pout and rest your head on his shoulder, resuming your staring session. you sigh and avert your eyes in realization that the heat from between your legs had then traveled through all your senses. you instead listen as it begins to thunder outside, lightning following closely after. and the rain, the patterns of drops against the window… one… two… three… three… two… one… one… two… three and on and on again. nope, so not working in any way shape or form, your mind ends up traveling back to leo’s fumbling hands. you shiver and bury your head further into his shoulder

“cold?”

you shake your head. “no… just- I’m just thinking”

leo smirks and places down his machine, tapping the back of your head to pull you out of his shoulder. “about what?”

your face flushes red. you frown and avoid any eye contact for as long as possible, this was, until leo uses one hand to hold your jaw to force you to look at him

“I- it’s… weird. it’s stupid”

“I won’t make fun of you”

you frown. “I was just… watching you. that’s it”

“yeah? like what you see?”

you throw him an unamused look. though you did like what you saw, he would not be granted the pleasure of knowing that. “I was- no. you’re always… working on your machines and I think I like… watching.” your cheeks get even redder if that’s possible “not… the machines though”

“then what-” leo begins, but then realization washes over him and his eyes widen. his hand leaves your face and instead rests over your upper thighs “oh”

“It’s stupid, I told you” you attempt to get up but leo tightens his grip around your waist and stops you from doing so. you send him a “what’re you doing?” look, silently demanding an answer

and an answer he gives. his finger loops around the waistband or your shorts, but he doesn’t go far before looking up to you with pleading eyes, a quiet consensual act. you nod— though in reality you wish you had said please please please please!! slowly, he slides them down, you help by kicking your legs to get the rest of them off, now he repeats the same action again, sliding your lacy underwear down your legs in a similar manner. then, he trails his fingers back up your thighs and before they get any higher he connects his lips with yours just as his fingers slip inside you, stifling your guttural moan. your hands grip his shirt tightly, when he pulls away from the kiss you throw your head back pleasurably as he works inside you, your walls beginning to tighten around his calloused hands

it’s better than you imagined, though the imagination wasn’t that slim— you had done this before, but more specifically this is better than watching him repeat this action with his stupid machines

leo rests his head in your neck, pecking it gently. “you were thinking?”

oh how you want to respond with a coherent sentence, all that comes out is broken pieces. “I was- mhm- leo, I’m gonna-” your cut off by another moan, every word diminishing from your mind as it turns to utter television static

though your incoherent “sentences” were far better than watching him finger his machines opposed to you

[vixensbrainrotts]

Same old, same old — Sanzu Haruchiyo

Content: Angst to fluff

Tropes: bonten! Sanzu

Warnings: drugs and their aftermath, needles, cursing, (slight) description of wounds, crying, yelling

Summary: Can you really handle this again? Should you really handle this again?

Vixen's two cents: I have strayed from my typical hyper fluff for this one and I dont know how to feel about it, please let me know. I thought shortly about making this super angsty (I had a different ending in mind) so lmk if you'd like to see the 'bad' ending to this too! Im still looking for moots so please message me, I promise im not so scary. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN if you have any ideas for me! now enjoy...

When Sanzu comes into your shared high-top flat, he‘s loud. He stumbles over his own feet, curses loudly when his Jacket won’t come off his arms, and runs into the door that stands half-open to the kitchen- livingroom. You’re sitting at the kitchen island when he comes to you, and something about his entrance and the way his pace is erratic and a tad too fast to seem relaxed makes you a little wary. Something is off, you can feel it radiating off of him.

„Hey, you alright?“ you ask innocently enough, trying to look into his eyes but he won’t return your gaze. Instead he just reaches down into the lining of his suit and pulls out a slim packet, slamming it onto the marble in front of you before going past you. „I don’t want to talk about it.“ he hisses as he heads towards the master bedroom.

You‘re confused, and you try to call out after him but he doesn’t respond, so instead you shift your eyes to the item Sanzu had placed before you. It’s a small, dark grey opaque plastic baggy, and it seems to whisper to you in intrigue. You reach for it, carefully peeling back one layer of the tight wraps.

What greets you inside isnt shocking, but disappointing.

Three small syringes, all slim, and notably empty, glint in the lighting, sharp tips sparkling with a metallic, glitter like shine. You sharply inhale, covering the tips with the plastic again to hide them from view. Clutching the packet tightly you stand to rush after Sanzu, who you assume is now in the bedroom.

„Haru?“ you hate the way your voice breaks. You’re supposed to be the strong one, the one who can handle these types of situations. „Haru!“ you call out to him again when you see him disappear into the bathroom, lock clicking when the door falls shut behind him. You lay your hand on the door to the bathroom with the hand thats holding the packet, and the noise the syringes make when they clink against the door makes you cringe. „Open the door baby, please. I promise im not mad at you or anything but please just open the door!” You cry out to him, softly rapping against the door with your hand.

In response you hear him yell “Go away”, and his voice is hoarse- he’s crying - he’s ashamed. Sighing, you cradle your head in your hands, thinking that maybe you can talk him out of it, but you hear the tap of the tub start running- probably to drown you out. “Haru baby we can talk about this, please turn off the water and open the door.” You try to reach him again but it’s useless.

“Go away y/n!” He roars and you can hear him start to strip, clothes being pulled and thrown into the floor. “I’m not leaving you alone Haru! Not when you’re like this!” You pound on the door this time, expressing your urgency to him clearly. On the other side of the door the haste ends, a sniffle reaching your ears over the noise of the running water.

“And I can let you see me like this!” His voice is smaller, weaker than you have ever heard him, and it breaks you. “I’ve seen you at worse baby, and you and I both know it’s better if you’d let me in.”

There are a few paces of relative silence, only the rush of water marking the passing of time. Then you hear another wet sniffle and a sigh, and you hear him slowly coming towards the door, and you step back a little.

Your grip tightens around the packet still in your hands when you hear the lock click open, and you swore you felt yourself go lightheaded for a second out of relief when the door finally opened.

Sanzu reveals himself, and he looks like a mess and a half. Eyes red, from crying and the drugs alike, hair falling and jutting out in messy strands from where it sat in the short pony, shirtless, and as you let your eyes drift down his exposed skin, you saw the hitches. His elbows were bloody and bruised from the injections, and tiny little veins raked the surfaces nearby.

His dress shirt lay bundled up in a forgotten heap on the floor not too far from the bathtub. The water was still running and it was annoying you. With a sigh you reached your empty hand up to him, cursing yourself when he flinched back a little.

You looked at his eyes, but he wouldn't return the gaze. Disappointed, you took the step forward on your own, laying your hand on his chest and pushing him into the bathroom, allowing yourself entry. Your hand traced down his arm, and when it reached his hand, you held it tightly, turning to face him when you walked past him, and puling him along further into the room.

You tugged him to the closed toilet seat, half-forcing him to sit before you, and he let you, slumping down onto the porcelain weakly. You turned shortly, wanting to go and turn off the still-open faucet, but a weak grip held you back.

Turning to look at Sanzu, you heard him mumble something, but the noise was shrouded by the running water. "What was that, love?"

"Dont let go." his voice was frail as he croaked it weakly, and your heart broke a little.

Sighing, you leaned your body towards the tub, reaching the tap and shutting it off, careful not to accidentally let his hand slip from yours. Once done, you straightened yourself and faced him again, walking over to stand between his legs.

"Baby?" he said, eyes only half open, "are you-" his voice got caught in his throat, but you knew what he wanted to ask.

are you mad at me?

are you disappointed?

are you leaving me?

are you out of your mind for staying with me after I've gone to rehab twice and relapsed again, and again, and again?

are you sending me back to rehab?

A million questions lie unanswered between the two of you, and you choose to leave it that way as you guide his hand to rest on your waist, laying your own hands on his shoulders. You look into his tired eyes for a moment before pulling him forward to rest his head on your stomach.

Tracing his back and shoulders, you trail your hands up the back of his neck, scratching the nape a little before traveling up to the ponytail, pulling the holder out of his hair, and letting it fall open. You rake your hands through the sweaty strands, not caring about the grease.

You lean down to press a kiss against his head, hands now holding his jaw and you turn him to face you. "Im here for you, ok? I dont care what happens, I have your back. Always." you press another kiss to his forehead. "Through thick and thin, through good and bad." You kiss his jaw. "I love you baby, and nothing is going to stop me from loving you, not even yourself." Your fingers trace his cheekbones and lay your forehead on his, letting your eyes close.

"Allow me to love you all the way, please. Don't try and run when things get hard like this again, it's not good for either of us." you whisper, and you feel his breath hitch against your face.

His fingers curl around your waist, and you let him breath into you, and when you hear a weak whimper you straighten yourself again, pulling him into you again, letting him cry as you hold his head.

Looking at the wall you count the tiles. Blankly you hold your lovers head and think.

things will get better. things are better.

[berriweb]

╰┈➤ ❝ unconditional love ❞

: ̗̀➛ ft. johnathan ohnn x gn! reader

: ̗̀➛ warnings. none

: ̗̀➛ a/n. someone save me from the chokehold pathetic men have me in, especially this one in particular, Im addicted to this man😞

“does it not bother you?”

The question pulled you out of your trance, almost not catching it as you’d become so consumed in the background noise that the drama series you’d put on played on your TV. Your gaze shifted from the flashing pictures on the screen to where Johnathan laid, his lanky body entangled with your limbs, arms wrapped around your waist and his head snuggled into your chest and turned with his ear pressed right above where your heart would be so he could better view the screen.

“Hm?” You chirped at first, taking note of his refusal to turn and look at you, even if your gaze technically couldn’t be met. The episode that played showed a couple in the show going on innocent dates, something akin to a slice of life to make up for all of the building tension in the series. Part of you wondered if that was the cause of his sudden question.

“This…all of this, does it not bother you in the slightest? Our situation.” The second time around, Johnathan sat up, pulling his arms away from your body but still focusing on the screen. That part of you was right. “We don’t get to go out for dates anymore, we can’t see movies and eat at fancy restaurants- I can never see your friends or family, we can’t do any of that. How are you just okay with it?”

His words gave a mixture of guilt and frustration in his tone, and your heart aches for him. Besides the initial discussion when you first found out what had happened to your boyfriend, you two hadn’t really talked much about how things would go from then on. You just fell into a pattern that the two of you silently agreed on, and part of that agreement was that Johnathan didn’t really go out much due to his insecurities and knowing that he’d never be seen as normal, never accepted.

“Johnny, I don’t-” “And in the house too,” he started, not even seeming to realize that he’d cut you off, “I don’t have a face anymore, I’m not me. It doesn’t make any sense.”

Your hands pulled away from him before cupping his cheeks and gently turning his head to face you, eyeing the hole where his features should’ve been. He didn’t try to resist. “I’m not going to lie and act like I don’t miss your face, none of this was fair too you and you don’t deserve any of it. But I didn’t fall in love with your face, I fell in love with you. None of this is going to change that.”

“And the others? Being seen with me in public would be shameful.”

“I’m never ashamed of you.”

He let out a sigh and his head hung low, you were lucky that his expressive personality and your ability to read him so well made up for the fact that he no longer had a face to express himself with. “We can still go out, I’m never against that. If there’s anyone in my life that even thinks of shunning you like the rest of them did then so be it, I wouldn’t want to be associated with someone like that anyway.”

You silently pulled his head back down to your chest and laid your own head back, staring up at the ceiling as you felt him relax on top of you.

“How are you so good at this?” He muttered.

“I’m not, you’re just easy to influence.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“…you know, if you’re really worried about going out in public we could go see a movie or something. No one would even pay you any mind in the theater, it’ll be like baby steps. You can’t stay cooped up in here forever.”

Johnathan picked his head up to look at you. “Really?” He asked, sounding both surprised, nervous and just a tad bit excited.

“Of course, there is just one thing that does bother me though.” He tensed up for a moment, and you almost felt bad for springing the topic on him.

“What? What is it?”

“You’re gonna have to put on some clothes.”

“…that’s it?”

“I’ve been wondering for a while why you stopped, it’s just a bit weird.”

“It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen me naked…”

“You did it the few times we went out in public too!” You argued, and he got defensive.

“I didn’t think it mattered! It’s not like I have-”

“It’s the principle, Johnny.”

[hencheri]

18+. mdni.

sweet, sweet hubby!hen <3

warnings: impact play (sorta), hendery is a tad bit toxic.

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husband!hendery who will do anything to be forgiven, not ashamed to get on his knees in front of you, his head in your lap. he always says how he hates hurting you, but he has the unfortunate tendency to end up doing it anyway. "im so sorry, baby," he cries while hugging your thighs, "i just can't help it, you drive me crazy..."

hendery just feels so bad when he notices the marks he left on you, like the love bites on your shoulder, or the deep purple bruises on your knees and legs that he knows are caused by the long period of time you spend kneeling for him while he abuses your mouth.

but despite his guilt, seeing the traces of your last session makes so many memories erupt in his head, and his cock swells up thinking about all the different positions that would have you screaming his name both in pain and pleasure. he hates the idea of causing you any harm, but in the heat of the moment, he loves it.

husband!hendery can't help but kiss your bruises, wanting the pain to just go away. though you assure him that you're fine, he doesn't feel any better and starts caressing your thighs with his big hands, glossy eyes begging for forgiveness.

your husband swears he loves you, he swears on god that the marks littered on your skin are nothing but proof of his love even though it comes with pain. you believe him because you've never doubted his love, and also because in the heat of the moment, you love it, too.

you love his hands handling you in his desired position, love his mouth whispering how good you feel in your ear, love his tight but reassuring hold on your hips, guiding you up and down his hard length.

"i love you so fucking much," he keeps telling you, sniffling on your lap, "more than anything."

hendery's reddened eyes look up at you with all the love in the world, promising you beautiful things as he kisses his way up to your face, laying his lips on your own. his hands explore you like they did so many times, touching you with insistance, but still going slow, whining like a desperate man.

husband!hendery does his best to make it up to you, making love to you, being the total opposite of who he was yesterday. his cock pushes into you so slowly that every inch you take makes you moan out into his mouth, velvety walls closing around him deliciously.

he fights himself to not go rough on you, enjoying the moments you're softly whimpering his name instead of screaming it, kissing your neck and not biting it, having you close to him, your nipples brushing over his naked chest.

[thechaoticcheese]

TW: Numbness, Mentions of Bruises, Yelling, Waterboarding, Torture, Lack of Care for the Reader

Wrongfully Accused - Chapter 4 - The Truth

Gaz had followed his lover and Price until the interrogation room. He watched the two enter and he stopped. His mind pounded with thoughts and his heart screaming at him that something wasn’t right. This wasn’t right. He cursed underneath his breath before he turned back and stalked his way to the barracks. His mind was milling on who would frame the person he loved so much. There was just no way you could do something like this. And god damnit he was going to prove you innocent, or do his best trying. First things first, he has to see who knows. Soap was first. He was the closest, or at least his room was and he’d assumed that Ghost was probably still in the commons room, or somewhere farther away from Soap’s location. Gaz noticed his Scottish friend starting to make his way towards the interrogation rooms and he interacted with the Brit first. Soap seemed a bit disheveled, his brows furrowing and a concerned look plastered on his face. “Aye, Gaz, ya’know wha’ happened b’tween Price an’ Y/N? He took’em away in cuffs.” Soap sounded distressed, in a friend kind of way, worried about your safety and whatever conflict the Captain had with you. “Yeah. He suspects ‘em of bein’ the spy on the base.” Gaz said with slightly gritted teeth, the thought made his fist tighten. “I don’t believe ‘im.” “You don’t believe the Cap’n?” Soap sounded a tad surprised, knowing that Gaz and Price went on a majority of missions together when it was just a two man job. Though he also knew Gaz’s unwavering loyalty to people he heavily cared about. There must’ve been a war inside Gaz, but to Gaz, the answer was clear who was on top. “Not with this. Somethin’ is up. Imma talk to Ghost next. Can you get in contact with Laswell for me?” Gaz requested from Soap, who nodded. “Aye. You think Simon knows som’tin’?” The Scotsman asked curiously. “No tellin’. If not, I have a few more people to ask.” Gaz said, crossing his arms over his chest. His mind flashing back to the burn that was on your face. He shivered as he watched the nurse start to carve out your flesh and you just didn’t move. Soap’s gentle pat on his shoulder brought Gaz back, the mohawked man offering a comforting smile. “Good luck.” “You too.” With that, the two headed in opposite directions. Gaz had a look of determination on his face as he marched through the halls towards the commons room. His mind whirled with what he’d say when he saw Ghost. A lot of it was yelling, but he knew he’d have to approach his friend carefully. The thought of Ghost doing nothing hurt more than he thinks it should’ve. Maybe because the team was so tight knit, hearing that one of his good friends did nothing to help his significant other boiled his blood. When he reached the room, it looked like Ghost had just finished cleaning up the table. He was now standing by the sink, rubbing his thumb back and forth against the mug you were drinking from. His eyes locked onto it before they glanced over at Gaz, who was beelining it towards the taller male. “Gaz.” Ghost gruffly greeted the male before putting the cup gently in the sink. “I should hit you. Ya know.” Gaz greeted back with a growl, taking in a deep breath to calm down the anger that had been bubbling inside him as Ghost glanced a humorous look at the shorter male. While Gaz was known to jump to the extremes quite quickly, the glare Gaz was returning to the masked soldier told Ghost how much he was willing to back up the claim.

Ghost leaned onto the counter, hands gripping the edge as his fingers went into the sink, along with his gaze. It was as if he was ashamed for doing nothing, refusing to look Gaz in his eyes again, or at least for now. “I’m sorry.” He said softly. “My significant other is being tortured by Price, got burned in front of you and you did nothing, and you’re ‘sorry’?” Gaz practically lectured the older male before he took another deep breath closing his eyes, clenching and unclenching his fists. He so wanted to drill Ghost’s head into the sink with one blow, but he had to keep things professional, as professional it was to yell at your friend in the commons room where people could see the two of you arguing.

“Yeah.” Ghost replied, his monotonous voice not changing. This was the closest that Gaz was going to get to a proper apology and he knew it. Though the thought of Ghost doing nothing to stop Price didn’t stop itching at his brain. “Did… Did you even try?” Gaz spoke softer, a soft crack in his voice. He tried to figure out what Ghost did. The silence spoke volumes as Ghost recalled the incident from earlier this morning. Gaz had never seen the bloke wince, but he did, making the shorter soldier wonder if Ghost watched you get burned. “No… Price…” Ghost was trying to speak, trying to explain the situation, but anything past the ‘No’, Gaz didn’t register. “You watched Price burn my partner and dragged them away and you didn’t do anything!” Gaz was ready to explode, his voice indicating that he was already there at such a loud tone. “They were hurt and you couldn’t stand up to Price to get them any bloody treatment! Did his accusation of them being the spy really change your mind that much?!” He continued to spit fire at the tall man. Ghost’s hands gripped tighter against the counter and sink. Gaz swore if he gripped it any tighter it would break. The masked man sharply turned to Gaz and jabbed his finger into his chest, making him stumble back a bit. Ghost being quick wasn’t unheard of, but that didn’t make it any less shocking when it happened. “I do not have a soft spot for traitors. If they are proven innocent I will apologize. Until then they are the enemy.” Ghost growled. The two were ready to fight there in the commons. It was just up to who would swing first. “What ‘appened to ‘innocent until proven guilty’?” Gaz growled back, the air thickening as he leaned into the masked man’s finger. He was challenging the taller bloke. Ghost’s brown eyes flashed in some sort of angry emotion before he sighed and moved away. While Gaz knew it wasn’t because Ghost wanted to back down, he knew that Ghost knew that it would be the best move at this point. If the taller man swung, the commons room would quickly turn into a battle ground, and that would just make everything worse. “Nothin’.” He replied in a quieter tone. Hearing the reply made Gaz chuckle softly, a quip at the tip of his tongue, but he reminded himself to stay calm. Or well, to cool down to not have a fight in the commons room. He already made Ghost get close to boiling over. “Fuckin’ right. Now follow it. I have Soap contactin’ Laswell. I need to ask Price who he got ‘is information from. Though I have a feelin’ it’s one of the blokes that came in with Y/N when they first star’ed to work here. You wanna see what you can find out?” Gaz suggested, his voice determined and calm, but that was a contrast to how he felt. He’d definitely would need a round with Ghost in the ring after all of this is over. He knew he would more than likely lose, but a chance to hone skills and hopefully make some blows, would be worth it.

“Yea. I’ll make ‘em talk.” Ghost responded standing up fully now. “Good. Imma go talk to Price then. Meet ya back here later.” Gaz said with a small smile, gently punching Ghost’s arm, “You awe me a round after this blows over.” Ghost only replied with a half-amused grunt before going to talk to the other three. Gaz felt good about himself, puffing out his chest slightly in a mini victory before pivoting back to the interrogation room. He paused at your barrack’s door. Gaz’s mind filled with apologies that he could only wish to tell you at the moment. Price had to be wrong in this situation. He usually wasn’t, but everyone slips up sometimes. Then he felt bad for lashing out at Ghost, knowing his real anger wasn't at him, nor Price, but the asshole who accused you of being the spy. Whoever it was had to be the one that’s sabotaging everything. He must’ve been there for quite some time because a hand touched his shoulder. He glanced over to see Price. He seemed slightly defeated and tired, but still angry. The blood on his gloves made Gaz want to shiver, but he held his stance. “Gaz. This… This is a ‘ard ask… But Imma need you in a few hours to ‘elp with interrogation’ Y/N-” “You fuckin’ crazy, mate?” Gaz interrupted his Captain, absolutely shocked at how easily Price let the obscene request leave his mouth. Though part of him noticed how Price winced, as if he had known what Gaz’s reaction would be. How long had the Captain been stewing on the question? “They’ll crack faster seeing that there’s no hope.” Price responded coldly. Then Gaz realized something. Price had completely put on his mission mask. One of those masks that isn’t seen, but it’s like a mental block so they could do their work. This was too hard for him to mentally handle and so he hid instead of asking questions. Gaz’s blood started to boil again, but he silently started to reason with himself. This would for sure hurt your relationship, but if you don’t do it, the others would do it just as roughly as Price. At least in this way he could make sure you don’t get it too rough and keep Price from dishing out harder punishments. Though he wasn’t going to agree without bargaining. “Aight… On two conditions.” Gaz said, Prices seemed a bit surprised. “One, you get yourself a nap, you look worse for wear. Two, you tell me who informed ya.” Price’s eyes narrowed at the Sergeant, clearly seeing the bargain, but being too tired to argue he nodded and huffed, “Nikolai… and fine. No more than two hours. In the meantime fetch me a bucket. When I wake up, fill it up with ice cold water.” Gaz nodded, and as soon as Price turned around and sulked to his room to sleep, he shivered. His mind raced. Nikolai? Nik? No… Nikolai wouldn’t… Was… Was it written? There was no way Nikolai could be the spy, everyone knew the Russian too well. Something was amiss.

Gaz quickly jogged to the commons room, or well, he tried. He almost sprinted in, looking for Soap or Ghost, his mind whirling. He spotted the two quietly conversing in the corner. Soap was in front of Ghost, pressed up against him, teasing the Brit with something or other. Gaz couldn’t entirely care what it was at this moment. He quickly headed over, watching as Ghost’s eyes went from Soap’s to his, nodding slightly in a silent greeting. Soap, seeing the nod, shifted away and turned towards Gaz with a big smile, blue eyes shining happily before he caught Gaz’s furrowed brows. The two men knew something went amiss in the plan, or unexpected at least. “We have a problem.” Gaz breathed out as soon as he had both of their attention. “The intel is from Nikolai.” “No fukin’ way.” Soap whispered out. “Yea… I’m wondering if someone forged his handwriting… As illegible as it is…” Gaz put forth his thoughts, Ghost nodded in agreement. “Do we know if he was ‘ere today, or recently?”

“No…” Ghost shook his head slightly, the mask above his eyes moving, no doubt furrowing his brows. “No, he couldn’t be. ‘im an’ Laswell have been on a mission the pas’ few days.” Soap interjected, his eyes narrowing, “We go’ a right proper rat.” He growled out.

Gaz’s fists tightened again, he wanted to find who it was and put them in the dirt now, “What else did you find out?” “Well, Laswell an’ Nik will be ova’ere as soon as they can… Mission complications… Laswell an’ Nik don’t think Y/N is the spy, though they did warn me that they’d lose all communication soon so we’ll have ta wait wit’ baited breath for their return.” “Fuck. Ghost?” “Only one I could find was Tree… Drunk out of ‘is mind. Not suitable for interrogation.” The Brit gruffly responded, anger hinted at the edge of his tone. “God damnit.” Gaz cursed under his breath, despite how much he craved to yell it. “So we have someone framing Nik, who in turn is framing Y/N, and until Nik comes back we’re sitting ducks…” “Aye…” Soap confirmed softly, offering a gently squeeze of Gaz’s shoulder. “We will ge’em out, don’ worry Gaz.” “Yeah but how soon?” He grumbled. Gaz wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to feel his fist hit whoever got you in this situation. For now, he had about an hour and a half to figure things out.

…

Now here he is. Gripping your hair and forcing you into the water that felt cold. He had iced it earlier, but then scrapped the ice and put some hotter water in so it wouldn’t be freezing like Price wanted. He wasn’t about to confront his Captain in these circumstances. He gently pulled your head out of the water as you gasped for air, spitting water out of your mouth as your lungs demanded air. “You gon’ talk now? Or are we gonna take it up a notch?” Price asked, his face getting close to yours as his eyes narrowed. You looked at Price through somewhat closed eyes. “Fuck off.” You manage to murmur out through your sore throat. “Dunk ‘em.”

…

It’s been weeks. You’re weaker than you’ve ever felt in your life. Between being beaten and starved, your will to even consider forgiving anyone on 141 was slipping. The last thread that you held onto tightly was Gaz’s. You wrapped his thread around your hand tightly until it started to cut your fingers, your blood making the thread slippery, each drop from when he’d hurt you. Eventually. He did stop coming. Your grip on his thread was slowly loosening. It had been 21 days, 3 weeks, since you were brought here. You’ve gone numb to so many things, Price’s words, the cold cement, the aches and pains in your body. The way Gaz would sneak you small rations. It hurt you. Having to be secretly fed and begging every single time Gaz had to leave you to not go.

Three weeks of being interrogated to the point that it didn’t matter what happened after this. You were resigning. You wouldn’t sue, though the thought has crossed your mind multiple times. Worst part is, you found who it was. Price just wouldn’t believe you. By day 15, you shut up. Not a word had left your mouth for 6 days. Gaz had been gone for a day and that’s when you found out. It was Quail. Fucking Tree. He let you in on all of his little secrets as he toyed with you, adding to the bruises that decorated your skin as he tried to ‘beat the information’ out of you. You hope he’d burn in hell. You now knew, or well, used to know what was happening. He planted a letter for Price, claiming it to be Nik, but due to the secrecy had to use newspaper clippings, and it was because he and Laswell found sensitive information on their mission about said spy. They just sent Tree to collect it after they sent it to a burner address that everyone knew of, it was just his day to check it. And Price fell for the bait. You couldn’t say a damn thing about their plans though. If you did, you’d be the spy, but if you didn’t, you’d be a traitor after being proven innocent. It fits in your mind, a traitor in a group of traitors.

Soon, someone gripped by your hair, your eyes focusing on the oh so familiar boots of your beloved Captain. Your weak body was limp as Price pulled you from the corner he left you in just hours before, dragging your body across the floor. He then set you up in the chair in the center of the room. “I got a real treat for ya later. Someone’s coming to visit.” Price growled out, looking into your defeated eyes, “You best hope they don’t keep this up.”

You refused to respond. He huffed, gripping the chair and staring into you with hatred, “You’ve been a thorn in my side these past few weeks.If you weren’t so damn important, you would be dead by now” The words were supposed to phase you. They did, but only a little, mainly because being dead sounded like a nice relief. Seeing how ineffective his words were, he growled, winding his arm back to punch you square in the jaw before the door busted open, causing both you and Price to look at the open door that swung open with so much force that it bounced off of the wall it hit. “Enough, John.” Laswell’s voice loudly cracked through the room, seeing Laswell holding Tree by his hair and wrist. “We’ve got the actual traitor, release them.” Your heart fluttered, seeing Nikolai and Gaz right behind her, as if two guards guiding someone, who didn’t need to be guarded mind you, and their dangerous captive. Though, you were only glad to see Nikolai and Laswell. Your heart couldn’t decide if Gaz earned that right in the fuzziness in your chest after everything. After all, your limp hand barely held the string.

Price’s eyes widened, stepping away as his mind turned. You could tell that he was processing the information as Laswell pushed Tree inside the room, Gaz and Nikolai both following immediately. Nik went straight for Price, consoling the man and quickly ushering out of the room. His voice was too soft for you to pick up any semblance of words, that, and you were barely paying attention. You knew Price’s world must’ve been rocked considering what Tree had already told you. You could barely register Gaz taking off your cuffs and tightening around the traitorous male’s wrist, not caring if he complained that it was too tight.

Good. You sickly thought as you heard the clicking of the cuffs.

Gaz brought you up off of the chair, wrapping your arm around his shoulders in an attempt to let you walk, but your body refused. Your mind was still numb to everything, trying to figure out if it could even walk. When you crumbled towards the floor, Gaz scooped you up in his arms. Gaz’s soft and sweet voice softly murmuring apologies. How he tried to get there sooner, but they were waiting on Nikolai and Laswell, but they had to be rescued after weeks of no contact. Price was stuck here and just took his anger out on you since he assumed you were a part of it. You didn’t respond. Part of you didn’t believe him.

The look of dread was sinking into Gaz as he made glances down to your body. While Price didn’t break anything, he dislocated so many things, only relocating them when he got pissed enough. It felt like some might’ve been broken then, but you weren’t sure. Gaz had sped up his walk as you barely recognize Soap’s worried blue eyes as Gaz bulldozed past the Scot.

The amount of care you felt for the world around you was non-existence and it worried Gaz. Every fiber of his being convinced that he was way too late, but he’d try. He’d try so damn hard to get his little angel back.

You heard words exchanged between a different medic than the one before and Gaz. Though as soon as your body felt the softer feeling of the cot, you passed out. Welcoming any softer feeling of an object compared to the cold feeling of the concrete you’d spent the previous nights on. When you woke up, you were covered in bandaids, wrappings, and a few splints on your fingers. You glanced down to see an IV in your arm, and, moving past your better judgement, you ripped it out with nothing more than a soft grunt. It alerted the new medic who swiftly came over, mumbling to themself as you stood up on shaky legs. “Hey! Hey! Sit back down. You need to rest.” He instructed, gently trying to keep you on the bed, but you refused. You still had strength in your body, more than you realized. Perhaps it was just your mental will power that was dead. “No…” Your raspy voice spoke, startling the medic. “I want to return to my room.” He hesitated, glancing away for a moment. “If you let me and my colleagues check in on you every hour on the hour… F-Fine.” You knew this wasn’t allowed, but the lacking care in your body showed, cause the medic seemed absolutely scared shitless by your gaze. You must’ve given him one hell of a glare.

He helped you to your room, always there for your stumbles as you partly wondered where the hell Gaz was. You would’ve sworn he’d be by your side after all of this, but he wasn’t there when you woke. The question soon answered itself as the medic flicked on the light to your room. Your bed was covered with new bedding, stuffed animals, flowers, pillows, anything and everything a lover could do to comfy up the military beds. Though no Gaz. Was he hoping to do a big reveal once you were better? It didn’t matter now. The surprise was ruined and you couldn’t care how nice it looked. Not like you’d choose to remember.

The scene in front of you didn’t affect the deadness in your heart. You just wanted to sleep somewhere more familiar than the medical bay. You stumbled over with the medic’s help. He was about to help you to the side of the bed before you took your arm and wiped off as much as you could, dumping a good chunk of it onto the floor. The only thing that remained was a brown stuffed teddy bear and the new pillows. The teddy bear was holding a heart that you only noticed after grabbing it to huck it onto the ground. You assumed that what it said on the heart was something cheap, before you paused. You noticed how the message was hand-sewn into a heart, that was a bit-lopsided, but also hand made. ‘To my Angel. You will forever be in my heart. No matter where we are.’ It read. Was it still sappy? Sewn in a bit sloppily? Absolutely, but you settled into bed with it. The stuffed bear held tightly against your chest as the medic carefully tucked you in.

“See you in an hour.” He said softly, carefully nudging the gifts on the ground towards the wall to be picked up later, before turning off the light to the room and leaving you alone. The darkness made your mind scream in fear, but the tiredness in your body gagged it as you finally closed your eyes to sleep against the mattress that felt so soft. Your arms had a death grip on the teddy bear. Its soft fur brushed against the bandages on your arms and chest. You wish you could feel how soft its fur was, but your body was being held together by the medical fabric. Soon, you were able to drift off to sleep with a soft warmness towards Gaz once more.

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A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed glances at word count 4,027 words of this! I was debating on putting it in two parts, but.... Nah. You guys just get one BIG chapter. Y'all get two more chapters of angst and fluff until it ends. Not sure when it'll be posted cause my mind be everywhere lol. Inspire by this post.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

[cupidzgf]

☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ SUGURU GETO

contents: mdni, female!reader, nsfw, heavy mentions and slight description of p in v, caught in the act, teasing, fluff, a tad bit of jealousy, im so bad at tagging, lmk if i missed anything, w/c: 470

"oh my god, you're the worst!" you cry, burying your head in your hands while SUGURU GETO laughs, amused by your flustered state.

"that so?" he teases further, leaning into your space as if to investigate the expression you insist on hiding. "i thought that title was reserved for satoru."

"not when you're making fun of me!" groaning, you attempt to roll away from where the both of you lay on the bed, but his well-defined arms snake around your torso, pulling you back into his bare chest with a teasing smile.

"i didn't mean it, baby. i just wanted to have some fun, 's all," he attempts to soothe you, resting his head on top of yours. you squirm, likely trying to evade his arms folded around you, only it does nothing but rubs your cute ass over the thin layer separating you from his cock. he bites back a groan, pressing your back further against his chest while he buries his head in the nape of your neck in an attempt to calm himself down.

however, your hand meets his chest in a half-hearted attempt to push him away. he doesn't budge, of course, only chuckling while placing a kiss on the crown of your head. he wills his erection to go down, knowing full well you are not in the mood for another round.

"he almost saw!"

"aww, c'mon, i'm the only one who saw you cum all over my cock," he patronizes in a sickly sweet tone as you squeal, trying to further hide away from his teasing remarks, ashamed beyond belief.

"i can't believe gojo walked in, and you didn't even stop!"

suguru only shrugs, smirking as he hugs you closer, nipping at your neck. "he's been looking at you more than usual lately, flirting too. i had to make him remember who you belong to one way or another."

"suguru!" you exclaim, cheeks aflame with humiliation along with the memory of gojo walking in on the both of you fucking. as well as suguru's continuous pace of thrusting into your cunt with possessive greed while reminding the uninvited guest to leave in the calm and quiet tone of his. "this is why you're gonna end up alone."

"i'm just teasing," he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. "i didn't mean to make you mad."

"i'm not mad," you frown, huffing indignantly.

"of course you aren't, baby. my bad." suguru speaks smoothly, leaning forward to kiss your pouting lips, slow and gently, just how you like it.

"forgive me?"

"promise not to do anything like that again, and we're even."

"well, i don't think i could promise anything like that…" a raised eyebrow meets his trailed-off sentence before he clears his throat stiffly, nodding once. "i'll be on my best behavior."

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[ashrodisiac]

okay i genuinely forgot if i sent an ask to you already or i was just hallucinating, either way hi!!!

i LOVE the way you write kuni SO much!!! i also saw that requests are open too! shit, i probably should've double checked your pinned/rules before requesting...

but since im here now, i just wanted to know and request IF you can do where wanderer becomes genuinely annoyed at our own self hate/self loathing, insecurities n' all that and fucks us stupid with genuine hate — like he doesn't understand why we're so damn insecure of ourselves when he literally breathes us like air, more lovestruck than us ourselves but he'd rather listen to childe's shenanigans than admit that

this dynamic basically!!!

JUST PITCHING IN AN IDEA FOR YOU! i love your work so much! <3

Scaramouche x Reader

• WARNING: SMUT

ashrodisiac's note:

When i tell you i started tumbling and giggling in my room when i read this req you better believe it😭

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He just didn't get it.

Why was it that you always cringed when you glanced at your own reflection in the mirror? It got on his nerves so fucking much.

At times he caught you hugging your knees to your chest, sobbing. It was just so ridiculous, crying about it. It seemed so childish.

Why would you ever hate yourself so much?

Sure, his comforting words helped, but fucking the self-hate out of you seemed like a much better way for you and him.

Rage fuels him as he remembers every time you doubt yourself. He thrusts harder, your hips bruised by his strong grip, clenching at your reddish flesh. Your choked yelps and moans sounded so much better than your whining, crying about those stupid insecurities of yourself.

"Who the fuck do you think you are to degrade yourself in that way?" He growls. "You're my lover. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Am I not good enough, is that it? You're supposed to be happy to even be touched by me, let alone fucked stupid like this. Ungrateful slut."

His pride and degrading words make you clench around his cock even more, if it was even possible at how tight you already were. He let out a groan, one of his hands leaving your waist to put his hand on top of yours.

"F-fuck, don't do that-!"

You could barely hear him anymore. You could see rainbow patterns swimming around the dark when you closed your eyes.

You let out a sob, what was meant to be a sentence all scrambled up and resulting in a broken and pathetic whine.

Pearly white cum leaked out of your abused hole as he slowed down, and eventually ended with one last thrust before he pulled out and kissed your nape.

"Don't you ever tell me that you hate yourself, got it? That's bullshit."

He said it in a soft tone despite his choice of words, lying next to you as you catch your breath. You could only look at his genuine expression of love as you nodded, your heart pace still rapid.

All messed up like this, hair dishevelled, your lips red and a tad bit more swollen than usual, he couldn't understand what you meant about hating yourself.

How could you, when in his eyes, you were perfect?

[akutasoda]

Can I request Baizhu with a sick s/o who has a terminal illness and dies in his arms? It's ok if you don't want the s/o to die, you can change it up. I just thought this would be an interesting idea.

fatal mortality and the immortal

synopsis - he knew it wasn't going to last, but he wanted to indulge for as long as possible

includes - baizhu

warnings - gn!reader, reader has an unspecified terminal illness, angst no comfort, bit of fluff, death, wc - 1.1k

a/n: an interesting idea indeed, im ashamed at how quickly i started writing this-

you had come to terms with your illness a while ago. everywhere you went, every person you consulted gave you the exact same conclusion. you would be a liar if you said it didn't scare you, but anyone in your shoes would feel the same way. instead, you decided to not mellow in your own sadness and instead go about your life as usual. illness be damned. you wanted to make the most of your remaining time and not sit around worrying yourself to an early grave.

that being said, you still couldn't help but try this pharmacy a friend recommended to you. they had told you it had quite the reputation and they practically hurried you there the moment you agreed to give it a go. if there was even a slimmer of hope, despite your hopes not actually being that high based on previous experience, you'd at least exhaust every single available option. nothing bad could come of it so it was worth the shot.

in honesty, something about bubu pharmacy left a much greater impression on you the moment you simply stepped in the door. at first, the presumable herbalist, gui, welcomed you and asked if there was something you needed from the pharmacy. you explained very briefly about seeking some kind of help for your condition and he explained that the boss was busy at that point, but he still put you down for a consultation of sorts when the boss was next free.

it wasn't too long of a wait, and before you knew it, you were sat face to face in a more private room of the pharmacy with the boss himself. admittedly, your nerves about everything almost seemed put to rest by the doctor's confident smile and rather calming and composed voice. it made it all the more easy for you to tell him about your condition - you had told multiple doctors and pharmacists before, each with great difficulty, but for some reason, he made your difficulties null.

baizhu listened to you, about your condition, about your other attempts to find something to help and he could sympathise with your state. he himself practically had an incurable condition, except he knew his wasn't as life-threatening at this point as yours was. a doctor may not be able to help all his patients, but what kind of doctor would he be if he didn't try his hardest?

your first complaint was that the medicine was bitter. too bitter. to the point that you nearly recoiled from the taste. all the while baizhu stifled a small chuckle from your obvious distaste for his medicine, he knew that most patients complained about the bitterness of the herbal remedies but if it got results, then why should they complain in the long run? you glared at him and he only smiled back.

due to your illness, baizhu insisted that for the first parts of your treatment he should keep a close eye for side effects. you understood his concerns as he had expressed how this was the first time he made such a medicine and you didn't mind all that much. if anything, baizhu made for quite good company and so did qiqi. you'd become quite well acquainted with the girl after a short while. you'd notice how often baizhu rested during the day, he could barely see one patient before he was retreating to the back of the pharmacy for a rest. it wasn't exactly your place to pry, but you did become a tad concerned for his own health.

eventually, the medicine seemed to show great progress in helping you. deep down both of you knew that it wasn't permanent. they didn't class it as ‘terminal’ for nothing, but progress was progress. now you had more freedom to explore liyue but admittedly, you actually preferred to accompany baizhu and spend more time with him when he wasn't too busy.

you both couldn't recall when you became friends, but you both could recall when you started catching feelings. all the time spent with baizhu during his free time helped you two develop a strong bond with the other. baizhu knew it was foolish, he knew that allowing you into his life on such a personal level would only result in pain later on but he truly couldn't bring himself to stop these budding feelings growing.

all those fleeting moments you two spent eventually merged into a joyful blur that could be picked apart with the faintest recollection and smile. baizhu truly couldn't help but find himself brightening at the mere thought of seeing you and you really couldn't help but feel the happiest you had been in a while. but the both of you knew deep down the harsh truth.

your last complaint was that you didn't get to spend enough time with baizhu. in reality it was a long while that you had actually known the doctor - so long that you couldn't actually pinpoint the exact day where you first met. to say your time with him was enjoyable, would be an understatement. maybe if the circumstances would've been different you two would have lasted. but it seemed the archons above were against the both of you as your illness began to worsen at an alarming rate.

baizhu cursed himself. he hated himself for not finding something faster, for not helping you more. all he could do was listen to your last request and hold you close. his usual confident smile couldn't even be faked, his face showed nothing but pain and worry, even as you mustered up the strength to cup his face with your hands and mutter out your final confessions. baizhu held you close. grasping onto the final signs of life until he cried.

he hated death. yet he researched it to seek immortality for his own generational purposes. he wanted that everlasting lifespan but now as he laid down another glaze lily at your grave, he just wished that perhaps he wouldn't be so set on his research, that perhaps he could see you one last time.

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[jazzyspams]

Scared

pairing: aemond × fem!reader (afab, use of she/her)

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)

summary: “we’ll see who gets the last laugh princess.” he muttered low and dark. the feeling of his large hand gripping the back of your neck tight and holding you close made you ache. you ached for him, for his touch, his smell, everything. you hated him and he hated you which made you ache for him all the more

requested: yes

warnings: public sex, orgasm denial, overuse of the word slut, edging, degradation kink, jealousy, mentions of previous sexual activity, creampie, overstimulation, begging, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, sex with a tad bit of feelings, hair pulling, dom! aemond, rough sex

notes: i literally wrote this so fucking fast. i honestly wasn’t expecting for many people to read the last story but holy fuck you guys are sweet, it may not be a lot of you but u really do appreciate you guys. this is literally my motivation!! and also requests are opennnnn!!! love you all!!! and i didn’t reread lmfaoo im sorry i got lazy

part one

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days had passed since your little encounter with aemond and fuck you regretted it

not really but really.

all the days that had passed you’d been avoiding him, pretending to be sick so you wouldn’t have to come out of your room for breakfast or supper

and even when you would see him for a short time, preparing to ride his dragon or even simply seeing him walking in the halls with the queen he would just walk right past you as if nothing had happened. you wanted to think maybe he just didn’t see you but he definitely did because you saw the quick and simple glances he gave you when he saw u in the halls

you weren’t expecting him to be at your feet begging you to stop avoiding him, but it was if he hadn’t even known of your absence or even cared and it made you feel somewhat sad

for gods sake he was in you, multiple times. you’d at least expected for there to be some sort of difference in the weird relationship between you both but there wasn’t.

you honestly didn’t know how to feel about this whole situation, angry or ashamed?

as you sat on your bed alone with your thoughts you heard a low knock and you looked up as your door opened, your knightsgaurd let down a low bow

“prince lucerys velaryon and prince jacaerys velaryon” he announced, moving to the side to allow jace and luke to walk in. as they walked in your knightsgaurd shut the door

luke slightly shouted your name as he walked towards you, opening his arms; going in for a hug. jace walking will him, rolling his eyes, disappointed at his brother’s manners

you smiled at your unexpected guests. happy that they came and surprised that they even thought of you, not really surprised but you really didn’t expect it

as luke hugged you tight jace quickly pointed out about how you’re “sick” and luke jumped up as his brother’s words and observed your face

“you quite honestly dont look sick at all” jace questioned with an eyebrow raise

luke nodded, agreeing to his brother’s word “yeah in fact you’re kind of glowing” luke added with the same curious look as his brother

you let out a awkward laugh knowing where that “glowing” look comes from.

“so… what brings you two here” you quickly said attempting to change the subject

“we just wanted to check up on you, its been days since we’ve seen you and everyone has been wondering where you’ve been”

you smiled at his warming words, you just couldn’t be in the same room with him for too long. it would be too embarrassing and awkward. and you had a bad habit of displaying your emotions on your face, thats what everyone tells you (mostly your father) which is not that surprising because you get it from him

“i know, i just-“ you stopped yourself letting out a deep breath, wanting to tell them what had happened or literally anybody. you needed to get this off your chest, you needed some advice but you couldn’t tell anyone. you had to deal with it by yourself because only the gods know what will happen if your secret is exposed

you cleared your throat, swallowing the words you so desperately needed to release “i haven’t been feeling all that well” you said with a low empty smile

luke made the most disbelieving face you had ever seen. it was as if he could see right through your lies. “right… well you look fine now, i think its time you got out of your chambers and come to supper tonight!” he yelped

you groaned “lukee,” you dramatically dragged his name “im still not feeling all that well”

he nodded at your words, you smiled thinking he finally let it go as him and jace walked towards the door

but luke turned around right before he opened the door “ill just bring the maester so we can see if you’re still sick” he said with a grin

no! you shouted quickly. a little too quickly.

you sighed “ill be at supper tonight”

lukes grin grew bigger, knowing he won “perfect!” he smiled, showing all his teeth. you rolled your eyes. is this what it is like to have a little brother?

~

you had just left the a small council meeting, you weren’t apart of the small council but they had discussed your touring and wanted you to be there. nothing had changed really they just discussed all the princes that you would meet, which quite honestly were a lot. but you were prepared thanks to rose

the queen said she was happy you were feeling better and said she was glad that you would be returning to the family supper’s and of course the whole council agreed with the queen

after the meeting the queen directed ser criston to escort you back to your chambers to prepare for supper

after a few moments in silence walking, ser criston finally spoke. “how are you feeling” he asked turning to you, as you both continued to walk

you smiled. he was the first person to ask you this in days.

“thank you for asking, i feel better but i would truly kill to get out of here. ive been in here for days, i want to explore the city, see the people and drink fresh wine. i just want a breath in fresh air” you let out. you thought you sounded like a crazy woman but ser criston just smiled at you

he let out a low laugh “i understand what you mean, it was like that for me when i first arrived here.”

“well how do i fix that desperate feeling” you asked turning to look at him as you made a complete stop

he looked around making sure no one was close enough to hear what he was about to say. “i got out. i snuck into the city and did what i wanted just for the night. and it was a night ill never forget for the rest of my days” he said with a low whisper

oh how heavenly that sounds. after days of just being in your chambers alone with your thoughts you knew this was the release you needed.

“would you ever consider taking me?” you slightly whispered

he shook his head “and risk the chance of getting the new princess caught escaping or even worse, getting hurt?”

you sucked your teeth “ser criston please, we wont get caught and you’ll be there protecting me”

“absolutely not” he whispered turning away, continuing to walk. you quickly followed behind him and grabbed his arm

“please ser criston, only just one time. im new to this whole thing and its been very hard” the desperation in your throat started to rise

he groaned, “alright but just once” he said putting up his index finger

you grabbed his face and slightly shook him as you said “thank ser criston! truly thank you! you are too good for me”

he smiled as you let go of his face, continuing to walk “oh and we need to stop by godswood, i need to get a couple of fresh flowers from there for my room”

the only flowers you have ever kept in your room were snapdragons, you especially took the ones from godswood because you knew how much aemond cared for them because they were his mothers but you honestly didn’t care if they were the queens i mean for gods sake she was the queen. she could get dozens of flowers

the queen has everything. so whats a couple of flowers you thought as you walked into godswood. you looked around, hoping aemond would be here but he wasn’t

a part of you wanted him to be here so he could watch you pick these flowers and realize you dont care about what he says

you walked behind the heart tree and grabbed a couple of flowers, not too many but just enough to put in a little jar in your room.

you kept your eyes on the beautiful pink flowers in your hand as you walked down the pathway heading towards the entrance where ser criston stood, waiting for you

you played with your mother’s necklace that dangled around your neck, trying to feel some sort of comfort and it worked until you hear ser criston yell, “my prince!” you quickly looked up and seen aemond, standing in front of ser criston, his large framing slightly towering over him

he stood tall and confident with his hands behind his back. you hated him but holy gods he was handsome. his eyes quickly snapped at you as you continued down the pathway

“and what do you think you’re doing with those” aemond asked, turning his eyes to the flowers in your hand

you looked around sarcastically trying to figure out who he was talking to, oh so he can speak when you have some stupid flowers in his hand but god forbid him even look at you after fucking you

“oh im sorry now you can speak?” you said with and unbelievable scoff

he laughed, shaking his head “i wont play these games with you. answer my question.” he demanded

oh, fuck him. you’re the one playing games when he can barely even fucking look at you? he wants to see you play games? okay.

“you still have one eye. its pretty obvious what i am doing” you turned your head slightly with a smirk. if he wants a game, he’ll get one

ser criston turned to you, eyes widened at your words. looking at you like you’ve just crossed the line

aemonds jaw clenched tight. “ser criston take your leave” he demanded as his voice turned dark. shivers roll down your spine; oh fuck. arousal hitting you slow at the darkness in his voice

you saw ser criston nod from the corner of your eye. “ser criston you will do no such thing” you quickly shouted, as you swallow, trying to make the arousal in your core go away as you kept your gaze on aemond

aemond razed his eyebrow as if your words meant anything “ser criston may i remind you who you serve?” he said, turning his gaze to ser criston, almost giving him a death stare

ser criston just sighed as if he knew something bad was going to happen, he let down a low bow to both of you before he look his leave

aemonds gaze stayed locked in with yours until ser cristons foot steps were gone

its silent for a little before he speaks

“dont you ever fucking disrespect me like that again” he snapped

you narrow your eyes “oh please you’re just mad i did it in front of ser criston” you snap back.

his eyebrows raise as if he just realized something “and you princess?” he laughs in a mocking manner

you raise your eyebrow, confused at his words

“dont act as if your not mad that i haven’t said not one word to you since that night, i may have one eye but fuck its clear as day how desperate you are for my attention,”

you feel your anger coming to the surface and tears of anger and somewhat embarrassment in your eyes (mostly anger) because to some degree he was right.

“taking these flowers? refusing to show up to any family gatherings for days? i dont know if you haven’t noticed but i dont fucking care about you princess” he finished, almost growling “and just because you cant stop thinking about the way i fucked you dumb doesn’t mean i owe you anything. not a dance, not wave, not even two fucking words.”

you stepped back at his words. your face burns. fuck him if he thinks you give two shits about him either. “i dont fucking care about you either and you’re far beyond delusional if you think for one moment i do”

“right” he laughs sarcastically

“i haven’t thought of it once. and i’d rather let ser criston fuck me in front of the whole red keep before i ever think of you” you whisper with a similar evil smirk he once gave you

he stepped closer to you, tilting his head down to stare directly in your eyes “and what makes you think he would want to fuck a slut like you”

his words sent shivers down your spine, chilling you. you could feel you nipples hardening under the thick dress you wore and you panties getting wet. “slut” the word replaying in your head

he smirked noticing what that did to you, seeing your body stiffen and tense up. you couldn’t let him think he won. you just couldn’t

you looked up at him “maybe the fact that he’s taking me out tonight and maybe ill let him fuck me in a brothel and maybe, just maybe after he’ll be a man and actually acknowledge it,”

this time his body stiffened at yours words and oh it felt good, seeing him speechless. you definitely couldn’t stop now

you placed your hand on his chest and stood up on your toes as you whispered in his ear “the fact that you cant even hold eye contact with me for five seconds or even speak two words is pathetic.”

you waited for him to say something literally anything but he didn’t. you just laughed. as you attempted to walk past him he grabbed you by the back of your neck pulling you in close, making you drop the flowers that were surprising still in your hand

your heart was beating fast at the reaction you weren’t expecting. you’d thought you had won but you were obviously wrong

“we’ll see who gets the last laugh princess.” he muttered low and dark. the feeling of his large hand gripping the back of your neck tight and holding you close made you ache. you ached for him, for his touch, his smell, everything. you hated him and he hated you which made you ache for him all the more

aemond knew what he was doing, even tho you haven’t known him for long he knew how to push your buttons in ways no other had but he also knew how to please you like no other.

this game you and aemond played was intoxicating. and fuck you lived for it

aemond released you from grip, turning away and leaving you standing there. speechless.

~

“ugh! i’ve been patiently waiting for this moment for ever!” rose yelps as she lays out three dresses on display for you to pick which one to wear to supper

you didn’t pay any attention to the designs of the dresses, just the colors. you turned your head to rose and looked at her like she was a crazy woman

green, black, and blue are the colors of each dress. green representing the queens side of the family and black representing your step mother’s, (the soon to be queen/ heir to the iron throne)

“rose have you lost your mind” you asked her, genuinely concerned. you might have been new to this whole royalty thing but you sure ass hell weren’t stupid. picking between the colors black or green was like picking which side you were on and you refused to do that.

“whatt?” she shrugged her shoulders innocently. you rolled your eye’s pointing your finger to the blue dress

she signed dramatically “yea…good choice, its really lightweight and easy to pull off and slip on”

“if you honestly think ill pick between those colors you have truly gone mad” you laughed as rose slipped you in the dress. rose walked towards you bedside table and looked in your jewelry box

you looked down at the dress and smiled at its simplicity. simple but beautiful nonetheless. the dress hung at your shoulders and had gold outlining

“hey…, where’s your mom’s necklace” rose yelled out. your hands flew to your neck but nothing was there, “are you sure it isn’t-“ you stopped yourself realizing you never put it in your jewelry box. the last time u remember having it at godswood

“fuck!” you stomped, picking up your dress and quickly running out of your chamber

fuck. fuck. fuck. you thought as you stormed towards godswood, you didn’t want to go back to godswood. ever. all of the two times youd been there it had been very bad and traumatizing experiences. quite literally.

you prayed to the seven gods that you would easily find your necklace and peacefully go to supper and go out to the city with ser criston and live happily ever after but of course the seven gods hated you and had to make your life difficult

you entered godswood and retraced your steps. first looking at the doorway where you stood with aemond and then looking up the pathway. you look behind the heart tree in the rows of snapdragons. you sigh realizing that you fucking lost your mothers necklace

you were so fucking busy playing a stupid back and forth game with aemond that you lost the one thing you needed most, the one thing you had left of your mother. you wanted to blame aemond so badly but it was you, you shouldn’t allow him to get under your skin the way he does

“have you come back for more?” you heard a voice you knew all too well call out from behind you. speaking of the literal devil

you turned around and seen him smirking as her leaned against the back of the tree. he wasn’t smirking how he usually does he was kind of smiling, like a bad child who had just done something they weren’t supposed to. you rolled your eyes but of course he’d think you came here for him; and why the hell is he always here

you furrowed your eyebrows. oh how u wanted to wipe that smirk of his face. forget him. you need to find the necklace you thought as you turned back around, looking in the same row of flowers but something hit you. you were sure you had the necklace right before aemond had grabbed you

you spun around quickly. a little too quick, feeling a bit dizzy. “you have it dont you” you asked as you slightly raised your voice

his smile growing “i have no idea what you speak of” his voice low and deep as his words came out smoothly

you walked towards him. you didn’t want to play these games anymore, you just wanted to get your necklace and go. but he just had to make that impossible. now that you stood in front of him in the dim moonlight, his features started to shine.

his hairstyle was different, still in it’s beautiful platinum white color but it was down; all of his hair down it middle part, it was slightly messy as if he’d been practicing. you remembered how he looked after practicing because that was the first time you met him and the sight was implanted in your mind forever

his scar that split his eyebrow and stopped at his cheekbone stood out mostly and shined the brightest in the moonlight. his strong and sharp jawline made him look so much more intimidating than he needed to be.

your took a deep breath, deciding to put your pride to the side “aemond…please just give it to me” you almost whined

you noticed your words did something to him as he bit his lower lip

there’s a tension that seems to always be lingering in the air whenever you two get around eachother, and it doesn’t get better as the seconds go by

you looked up at him, making sure the innocence in your eyes shined bright as you inched closer to him. you were so close to him now. the memories of what happened the last time you got this close flooding your mind. picturing how he took you in so many ways that night. a part of you wanting it again

your hands fell on his chest and you kept your eyes on him. as you looked at him you recognized the look he gave you. he wanted this; he wanted you. you wanted to touch his scar, outline it and tell him the scar was was beautiful and so was he but something stopped you.

you knew everyone wanted you to stay away from him but that just made you gravitate towards him more. he was hurt and misunderstood and you knew those two feelings all too well. so to some degree you understood him.

your gaze following your hands as you trail your hands down his chest, nice and slow until you reached his member. you only touched it a little bit but you would feel him hardening at your touch

you stop yourself, realizing what you’re doing and remembering the real reason why you came here. you open your mouth to apologize but nothing comes out. all you can do is turn around and suddenly aemonds large hand grips the back of your neck. he manhandles you and doesn’t feel bad about it one bit, ignoring the gasp that escapes your mouth as he shoves you against the tree

his voice, angry and aroused, “do you think you can come here and tease me, and then try to leave?” he questioned you

“aemond-“

“shut up. you don’t deserve to speak, the way you’ve been disrespecting me all day,” his voice demanding and angry. your stomach drops, the tug you feel below your stomach is heavy, causing your panties to dampen. him being angry shouldn’t turn you on the way it does.

aemonds free hand bunches up your thin, lightweight dress. you can feel his fingers trailing up your thigh as he pulls it over your ass. you tremble at his touch, his fingers cold and rough

“aemond someone can catch us” you breathe out and then gasp, you talking earns you a slap from behind. not stinging but hurting from the surprise of it

“did i tell you to speak?” he growls as he outlines the bottom of your panties, slipping a finger in the tight stretchy fabric; moving his fingertip along your ass. “you’d love it if someone caught us, risking the chance of someone knowing your pussy belongs to me. you’d love that. wouldn’t you?”

you whine, nodding your head slowly

“slut” he mumbles as he removes his finger from your ass quick , letting the fabric slap against your ass hard. he hooks his fingers at the top of your panties. yanking them down; letting them fall to your knees. you moan as the cool air hits your wet aching cunt

you’re breathing hard. you want to beg him for his touch but you know he’ll just spank you for just talking. you hated him for this, teasing you; out in the open. on full display, but only for aemonds touch.

he uses both of his hands to spread your asscheeks, admiring your went and slippery cunt. “me talking to you all dirty gets you this wet?” he asks in a mocking voice. you nod, not daring to speak. a dark laugh leaves his throat.

aemond brings his hand around to the front of your pussy and he leans in close. you can feel the warmth of his hard clothed cock against your back. he circle’s your clit slowly with his index and middle finger, using all the self control he had in his body from throwing you on the ground and fucking you relentlessly with no remorse. he wanted to show you a lesson for disrespecting him today; but he knew in order to do that he had to take his time, making you wait and beg

“does ser criston get you this wet?” he hissed, the speed of his fingers picking up. you shake your head quickly, hoping it will satisfy him. aemonds palm falls heavily against your ass and you jerk forward. “use your fucking words” his voice growing more hungry.

“f-fuck, no, he doesn’t” you barely get out as you dig you nails into the rough tree. the pleasure building in your core is hot and heavy. “you only get this wet for me, right?”

“j-just for you, o-only you aemond.” you almost scream as his thick long fingers enter you fast, your head shoots back on his shoulder; your neck now exposed, but not for long as aemond quickly noticed and sunk his face in your exposed neck, the feeling of his teeth grazing along the skin of your neck and the feeling of his rough fingers inside of you; almost sending you over the edge

you tried to muffle your moans but you couldn’t, the pleasure was unbearable; coming from different directions, you wanted everyone to know how good he made you feel in so many different ways. the slick, wet noise that came from between your legs filled the air.

you cant help the moan of his name that escapes your lips as he curls his fingers. the stretch of his thick fingers is nothing like the stretch of his cock but you’ll take whatever he gives, like a starved woman; and you were, starving for him. the tears of pleasure falling down your cheeks

you can feel yourself about to explode. youre clenching around him, almost reaching your high. he knows it and removes his fingers, removing his face from your neck; you almost drop at the empty feeling he leaves you with.

he grabs you by your cheeks hard, forcing your face to the side to look at him. his face is marked with anger. “did i say you could fucking cum?”. you shake your head “aemond please.” you beg; not knowing what it is you’re begging for

“shut the fuck up and get on your knees” he hissed. you comply, turning around and getting on your knees. you watch him remove the strings of his pants; your eyes glossy with sexual frustration. he pulls down his pants finally releasing his cock.

your tears drying slightly as you gulp, looking at his cock. fuck. did it get bigger? you could feel the somewhat dry dirt on your knees- the thin dress not helping much.

he stands tall before you. your mouth waters at the sight. he pumps it roughly, his tip a bright red color from arousal; the precum flowing lewdly. he places his thumb on your bottom lip, slipping it in your mouth, you don’t hesitate to suck on it; slowly moving your head back and forth. you could see the lust in eye as he watched you. he removed his thumb from your mouth and traced it along your lips.

“open” is the only word he mutters to make you open your mouth. the need to taste him, spurring you to lay your tongue out flat and wait patiently for him.

“whats pathetic,” he mocks your words from earlier, tapping your tongue with the weight of his length; the slapping sound, making you moan. he taps against you again “is watching you-“ he cuts himself off as he pushes a little bit of him in your mouth. “take whatever i give you, and beg for my cock” he groans as he stuffs the rest of his cock in your warm and tight throat

you gag immediately, his pace unforgiving as he fucks your throat rough. you try desperately to breathe out your nose, gagging as you feel him deep in your throat. another sweet groan leaving his mouth, biting his lip and nodding as he removes the hair from your face. you can feel your head hitting the back of the tree but your hair gives you some sort of protection from the rough bumpy surface. a few tears falling from your eyes as you choke, your lung’s gasping for air. he’s close. you can feel his veins moving to the top of his tip. you want him to explode in your mouth but he pulls away

you suck in the air your lungs so desperately needed with a strangled gasp, your saliva linking to his big cock is quickly broken as he lifts you up by your arms. your eyes hazy as you tried to catch your breath.

he snatched the dress off your body; finally exposing your full body, leaving the dress at you ankles. “since you love those flowers so much, im going to fuck you on them” he said as he unraveled the string of his shirt and nodded towards the flowers, signaling you to get on them. you stepped out of your dress and stood on top of the flowers; you sighed knowing the beautiful row of roses were going to be ruined. “ass up” he demanded as he finally freed himself from the shirt and his pants that stayed at his ankles. you did as he told you and bucked at the feeling of the cool air hitting your swollen pussy

he gets behind you, and you can feel the tension bubbling behind you. his hand falls hard against the skin of your ass, you whimper as you jerk forward “been disrespecting me all fucking day. say you’re sorry” he says sending another slap on your already abused ass, you let out a strangled yell

“g-gods im sorry” you let out as a strained whimper. “won’t do it again will you?” he said; the mockery in his voice rising. “n-no i swear it aemond” you almost cry

he gives no warning, no teasing, doesn’t say a word as he enters you, swiftly and hard. you scream. the quickness of him thrusting inside made you squeeze around him. he moaned and it was the most heavenly sound you had ever heard. “f-fuck, girl, you’re s-so fucking tight” he grunted

your mouth flew on you mouth as you felt him setting his pace. it took everything in you to refrain from screaming and moaning his name. you may have been behind the tree but you were still in a public place, all it took was for someone to walk up the pathway. you let out choked and muffled moans with every painful thrust, feeling his cock push against your g-spot with every thrust

he groans your name

his fingers digging deep in your ass, as he pounded in you. you couldn’t hold it anymore, his teasing from earlier making you near you edge faster than you had before. you moaned his name “may i please cum” you begged; so vulnerable and hopeless. “you love being my slut don’t you?” his fingers intertwining with your hair; twisting your hair into a ponytail and yanking you against him, making you slam against him, balls deep. you dont dare to hesitate “i love being your slut aemond” you babble as you slam into your orgasm, your fingers gripping the flowers under you, dirt under your nails but you didn’t care

you released your hands from the flowers trying to catch your breath. but he wasn’t done with you yet. he yanks you up by you hair; placing you in his lap. you hiss at the movement, realizing he was still inside of you.

weak with overstimulation “its too much, i don’t think i can take it” you cry. aemond grabs you by the side of your face, making you look at him “you can, we’ll go slow. just keep your eyes on me” he whispers, and it almost sounds sincere. you just nod; keeping your eyes on him

he moves your arms around his neck as he places his hand on your waist; you lean your neck back, resting it on his shoulder to keep your eyes on him. he pushes your waist down gently, you slowly start to grind against him. both of you still looking at eachother

hes so deep. you grasp his hair, as he slowly helps you pick up the pace as you ride him. he soon gets impatient- hands holding your hips as he soon starts to thrusting into you; you’re moaning at the overstimulation. you’re holding him tight as you feel him about to explode, you felt your second orgasm building in your core.

something different was in the air as you both looked at eachother, both could feel it. was is vulnerability? had you two finally put your hatred aside and decided to just enjoy this moment because you knew it wouldn’t last. you knew he’d just go back to ignoring you and he knew you’d go back to finding a husband

you didn’t know what you wanted with aemond but it surely wasn’t this. and you hated him for not helping you make up your mind.

“i hate you” you whisper in his ear, moaning lightly as he groans . tears of pleasure building in your eyes and you can feeling your legs start to shake. he pulls you close to him as his thrusts get slower and sloppier. “f-fuck. i know. i know you do baby.” he almost moans as you both chase your high together

still keeping you gazed locked and your sweaty bodies on eachother for just a moment before he pulls out of you- that empty feeling returning as he stood up and started putting on his clothes. all you could do is sit there; naked, sitting on top of his mother’s flowers.

“give me your hand” you heard him say; you snapped out of your daydreaming to see him standing in front of you fully clothed. you opened your hand and you could feel something cool fall into your hand. your necklace.

you could feel your face scrunching up as he lifted you up by your arms and helped you stand. your legs were weak and wobbly like jelly. he grabbed your dress and pulled it up over your body. he stares at you for a moment, before he mutters “have fun on your date with ser criston”, walking down the pathway and leaving.

you stand there looking at the ruined flowers and your ruined dress for a second, before you walk down the pathway; taking your leave as well.

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I havent posted anything in a while here but i watched unikitty and have been drawing stuff so art someday maybe hehehaha :)

Also some doodles that im a tad ashamed of (im gonna make them Digital at some point probably)