#it's just I ship mine harder

[reedeemable]

You know what’s funny?

When I first joined the fandom and rejoined it years later, my fave character was Connor, not Gavin.

The only reason my name is what it is now is because I was really into reed900 at the time and I loved the phrase so that’s why I used it.

The only reason I love Gavin now as much as I do is because I fell in love with his character.

I was never into him in the beginning when the game came out. It was Connor. Predictable, I know.

Before rejoining, I already knew of Gavin’s reputation and subsequent hatred of him by the fandom. I couldn’t have given less of a shit because I didn’t care about his character but rejoining the fandom and coincidentally being into reed900 got me to delve more into his character, follow people who liked him etc.

And I came to my own conclusion that “hey, this character is severely misunderstood and is clearly being hated by people who are projecting their own biases and issues onto him”

I’ve been in a fandom previously that did that to another character so as soon as I saw it being repeated, I was like “no, this is absolute bullshit”

That’s why I will continue to love this character. Because no matter how many people want to act like they’re “holier than thou” for hating a character who is not nice all the time, I see through it all.

I see a character who is hated for certain actions, even though that other characters commit those actions as well (sometimes even worse) which is straight up hypocritical.

I see a character, who compared to other characters, has not even committed a quarter of the atrocities they have but is still considered the worst human being in the entire game.

I see a character who was unfortunately not nice to the fandom fave and is now regarded with extreme hostility because of that.

That’s why I won’t even entertain the people who hate Gavin because I’ve learned about and analysed his character from scratch.

I have no biases or issues clouding my judgement towards a fictional character.

If people don’t care about Gavin, like I didn’t, kudos but with the people who abhor Gavin to the point where the only mention of his character from their mouths is to rave about how much they would love to see him brutally murdered, there’s clearly something deeper there than “this character was a dick” and that should be sorted out irl, not projected onto a fandom that just wants to enjoy a video game.

[harmoniouseclipse]

Me and my freaking ship charts for my freaky mind

[earl-grey-love]

This is all I've got so far unfortunately, but honestly I love it 🤭

[judasisgayriot]

the lasting effect mcdean of hollyoaks fame had on me to this day is that epic last song by does it offend you yeah will be imprinted deeply on my psyche possibly forever

[lheautontimoroumenos]

so I've been rewatching x company, as one does, and I've come to the conclusion that i was right the first two times i warched the show: the story would have been more compelling if aurora and sabine had fucked. im sorry i don't make the rules it's just how it is.

like the conversation in the train with franz at the end of season two? she's more than a friend to me? she deserves every good thing in the world? HOW DO YOU THINK SHE'S BEEN SPENDING HER TIME? I let you into my home, for the first time in so long i thought i had a friend but i was just a target. giving the necklace back and forth, running away together, if Sabine can't go with her husband then Helene is her best substitute? hello?!

[beth-and-bands]

So the second-hand Caraval books I bought online turned up! They're the original UK first editions with hidden covers😭 The website didn't say anything about them other than hardback. I wasn't expecting anything this pretty they're absolutely stunning🥺

[saitoakirachan-fangirls]

aki/an and rui/nn is heteronormative culture sorry guys

[gloryundimmed]

Luka tag dump. Finally will be able to start up the queue again I think maybe

[fantasydreamland]

Betrothed

cragen stark x fem tully reader x aemond targaryen

Summary: You have been betrothed to Cragen Stark since you were children and grew up in the North preparing for the day you would become the lady of the Winterfell. Your entire world changes when your parents decide to wed you to the cold prince Aemond Targaryen instead. When the war begins everything changes once again and you eventually find your rightful place.

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!! Smut, angst, fluff, p in v, loss of virginity, some spoilers

Word count: 5580

x thank you so much for this request x

Mini sequel - Mine

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You have been betrothed to Cragen Stark since you were children and grew up in the North preparing for the day you would become the lady of the Winterfell. Your parents visited often but remained occupied in the Riverlands.

Along the way, you and Cregan fell in love though neither of you would speak of it. Although you were to be wed, you were both shy about your feelings towards each other.

One day your mother and father return to Winterfell to visit and you greet them excitedly.

“There is a reason to our visit.” Your father says sternly as you hug your mother.

Your smile fades and they lead you to private room to speak. Your father explains that there was an offer from King Viserys to wed you to Prince Aemond Targaryen.

“What?!” You yell. “Absolutely not. Tell them no. I am to marry Cregan soon. That has always been the plan.”

“We have already agreed.” Your father states.

“You cannot marry me to that cold evil prince!” You raise your voice again in panic.

“Prince Aemond is an excellent match, my dear.” Your mother says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“But I am to be lady of Winterfell! That is what I have been preparing for my entire life!”

“Well, now you will be a princess of the realm.” Your mother says.

“I do not care to be a princess!” Tears begin to fill your eyes. “What about Cregan? We have been betrothed our entire lives. He is the sweetest man I have ever known and now you are going to ship me away from him… away from you.”

“We would join you if we could, my dear.” Your mother says softly.

“But as you know we have a duty to the Riverlands. We cannot always choose our duties in life.”

“But father please-“

“There is no negotiating.” Your father speaks over you. “We have already promised the king. You should be grateful to earn such a title.”

“…When?” Was the only word you could choke out through your increasing tears.

“We will escort you there tomorrow.” Your father says.

“Tomorrow?!” You cry. “That is hardly any time at all!”

“Your mother and I need to return to Riverrun, we have no time to delay. I suggest you begin packing.” Without another word, your father storms out of the room.

“I’m sorry dear…” Your mother whispers to you as she follows behind him.

You collapse to the floor in tears. It feels like your entire world just went up in flames. You did not want to live in Kings Landing, you wanted to stay right here in the snowy North you had grown to love. You did not want to marry the prince, you wanted to marry Cregan who you had also grown to love.

‘Oh Cregan…�� You think. Breaking this news to him would be heartbreaking.

You pick yourself up off the floor and take deep breaths to steady your still shaky breathing. Once you have composed yourself you rush to find Cregan.

Cregan was standing alone in the Godswood looking to the tree before he turns and spots you approaching with a red nose and puffy eyes.

“What is wrong (y/n)?” He asks concerned.

You throw your arms around him and begin to sob again. He hugs you tightly as your tears dampen his fur cloak.

“Shh, it’s ok.” He pets your hair, causing you to cry harder, his tenderness being a reminder of what you would lose soon. “Tell me what is going on.”

“I h-have t-to leave.” You choke out before you begin crying again.

“What do you mean you have to leave?” Cregan pulls back to cup your cheek and look into your eyes.

“My father- he…” You can barely get words out between sobs.

“Take a deep breath darling. You’re ok.”

You do as he says and take a deep shaky breath before continuing.

“He is marrying me to prince Aemond. We leave tomorrow.”

You bury your face back into his furs as you cry harder. He hugs you tighter than he ever has and for a moment does not say a word. The shock of everything fogging his thoughts.

“Please say something…” you whisper.

“How is this possible?” He finally speaks.

“I do not know…” You sniffle as you lift your head. “But my father said it is already decided.”

“But…” He cups both your cheeks in his hands and looks into your eyes with intensity you have never seen from him. “I can not lose you… I- I love you.”

“Cregan…”

Before you can respond he crashes his lips against yours. You kiss him back with all your passion. The kiss is filled with so many unspoken feelings between you. You had dreamt about kissing him many times before but never in sad circumstances like this. You continue to kiss each other like it is your last day in this world. Which for you, it would be your last day in his world. Your lips finally part and you can see tears in Cregans eyes.

“I am so sorry, my love…” You whisper.

Cregan kisses your forehead and takes your hands before placing a kiss on each of them.

“He better treat you how you deserve. Because… you deserve the world (y/n).” Cregan chokes back tears as he speaks.

“You are my world…” You whisper, looking deep into his grey eyes.

“And you are mine…” He whispers back before pressing his forehead to yours and sighing.

You could not bear another minute of this heart shattering goodbye so you excuse yourself to pack for the trip. Tears stream down your face as you organize your belongings. Sitting on your dresser was a beautiful wooden horse your father gave you the day you arrived at Winterfell.

You run your fingers along it, remembering your excitement when you saw snow for the very first time. Your father had said it was to remember that although they were in Riverun they would always be by your side to support you in the North. You scoff at the thought of your father’s words and chuck the wooden horse into the fire.

You did not leave your room the rest of the day as you finished packing. You had no appetite at all and could not bear to see Cregan or anyone else for that matter. After sobbing in bed for most of the night, sleep finally pulls you under.

**********

The next morning your things are being loaded onto the carriage. The snow fell gently, snowflakes landing and melting in your red hair, for the last time. You spot Cregan coming to wish you farewell. You run over to him and he wraps you in a tight hug. You both remain there for a long moment, not wanting to let go. He knew once he let you out of his arms you would be gone for good.

“I do not wish to speak the words since I am leaving… but you know my feelings for you.” You sniffle against his shoulder.

“I know…” He says as you finally part. “Me too.”

Cregan held back the tears in his eyes while yours streamed freely down your face. He holds your hands in his and places a final kiss to your forehead.

“Farewell, (y/n).” He says quietly. “I wish you good luck.”

“Farewell, Cregan.” You sniffle, barely holding back from bursting into tears again.

As your hands slowly part you could literally feel him slip away from you. You rushed into the carriage, choking back sobs. As the carriage takes off you stare through the window having one last glance at Cregan, one last moment admiring the beautiful white snow, one last moment in Winterfell. You watch as everything you have grown to love fades into the distance.

The ride is long, and silent, your parents barely speak a word and you were constantly focused on keeping yourself from crying. When you reached a far enough distance the air becomes warmer, forcing you to finally take off your favourite furs made for a lady of the North. After an agonizing few weeks of travel you finally reach Kings Landing.

**********

You follow behind your parents as a guard leads you to the throne room where the king and his family await.

“Lord and Lady Tully.” The guard announces your arrival. “And their daughter, (y/n) Tully.”

You greet the king as he welcomes you and your family. Your eyes meet Aemonds as he stares you down, his face cold and unreadable. He was even more handsome than you could have imagined. You break the eye contact with the one-eyed prince and look down nervously.

The guard escorts you to your new chambers and leads your parents off to their guest room for the night. You did not want to see or speak to them ever again. When the guard returns to escort you to dinner you refuse despite his insistence. You knew it would be taken as an insult to the king but you did not care. You hoped it may even encourage him to deem you unworthy of the prince and send you back home.

Not long after someone bangs at your door, startling you. You approach the door and cautiously open it to see Aemond holding a plate of food.

“It is a great insult to refuse the kings welcome feast.” He says as he pushes past you and lets himself in.

You scoff as he places the food on the small table in your room.

“Forgive me for insulting the king, my prince. I did not have much of an appetite.” You say firmly. “And frankly, I do not care to see my parents again before they abandon me here.”

“You need to eat.” He says in a stern tone.

“What I need is to go home.” You snap back.

“This is your home now.” He states, unphased by your attitude.

You simply huff and cross your arms.

“You need to eat.” He repeats. “I know that you must be hungry by now.”

“I’m fine.”

“Suit yourself.” He shrugs before heading toward the door. “Goodnight, Lady (y/n).”

He bows slightly before closing the door behind him. You stand there with your arms still crossed before your stomach starts to grumble. You sigh as you sit down and tuck into your food, silently grateful he brought it to you.

You change out of your dress before curling up into the large canopy bed with red and golden curtains. You felt like a trapped bird in a royal golden cage. Your thoughts swirl around in your mind like a tornado. Your entire world has been flipped upside down in the matter of weeks. Everything you had envisioned for your life has just gone up into flames. Now you were stuck here with these strangers, forced to marry a man you did not know or want. You sob into your pillow until exhaustion finally drags you into a restless slumber.

**********

The next morning you sleep in and take your time dressing. You had no intention on intending breakfast either and having to see your parents before they depart. Once you’re dressed you sit at the vanity and brush your hair in the mirror. Suddenly, there is a loud knock on the door.

“Come in.” You call, placing your brush down.

The door opens and Aemond appears with a plate of breakfast food. He walks over and places it on the same table as before.

“I assumed you would not be at breakfast with your parents in attendance.” He says flatly. “But you should eat.”

He says nothing else as he turns to leave.

“Thank you.” You say as he goes to close the door.

“Mhm.” He nods, turning his head to look at you before exiting and shutting the door behind him.

You sit down to the plate full of a variety of foods from the breakfast table. His caring gesture felt so confusing when he acts so cold towards you.

**********

You finish doing your hair before looking through the small bookshelf in the corner of your room. Most books seemed to be about boring histories until you find a book about dragons. You pull it from the shelf and spend the rest of your day reading through it. You had never even seen a dragon but now you were about to marry someone who has the biggest one in the world.

That evening you plucked up the courage to attend dinner. You would at least not have to see your family anymore but you worried for how the this family would treat you, especially with how you had isolated yourself away from them.

The guard leads you to the dining hall where the royal family were seated for dinner. You were surprised by the warm welcome as the king offers you a seat. You did not say much as you ate looking down at your plate. The light conversation was mainly between the king and queen. Aemond sat across from you and kept his eye on you the entire time.

When supper was finished Aemond offers to escort you back to your chambers. You say goodnight to everyone before taking his arm. The air was tense as you walked down the halls in silence.

“I would like to take you on a walk through the gardens tomorrow.” Aemond says once you reach your chamber, the offer catching you off guard.

“I… um, I’m not sure.” You respond looking down.

Aemond lightly lifts your chin with his finger, making your eyes meet his. The contact made your heart race before he casually drops his hand back down.

“You must be bored remaining alone in your bedroom.” He questions.

“No.” You scoff. “There are plenty of books to keep me occupied.”

“What are you reading?” He raises a brow.

“Why do you care?” You glare at him.

He simply shrugs and slightly smirks at your attitude.

“I am not sure the title… it’s just a book about dragons. I thought it sounded interesting.” You shrug.

“Have you ever seen a dragon?” His smirk grows.

“No…”

“Would you like to?”

“I am stuck here in Kings Landing for the rest of my life… I am sure I will see one sometime.” You cross your arms.

“I have a better idea than a walk in the gardens. I will meet you here midday tomorrow.”

“But-“ You begin.

“Goodnight, Lady (y/n).” He says over you as he bows and leaves you.

“Goodnight, Prince Aemond.” You say under your breath once he’s out of ear shot.

**********

The next morning you attend a quiet breakfast. You pretend not to notice Aemond observing you the entire time. Midday you are reading in your chambers when there is a knock at the door. You answer the door to Aemond, as expected.

“Ready?” He asks.

“For what? You never told me where we are going.”

He lightly chuckles, the first time you have heard him laugh, and offers his arm. Without further questions you take his arm as he leads you through the castle.

You follow him into the dragon pit. You stop in your tracks when a gigantic dragon comes into your sight.

“There is no need to be afraid. She will not harm you unless I command it.” Aemond reassures you.

“And what if you did command it?” You question.

“Then you would be a pile of ash.” He smirks. “Lucky for you, I would not want to destroy such beauty.”

You blush at his response. He was acting so differently than the coldness you expected.

“Here.” He offers his hand to you.

You place your hand in his and feel instant sparks as he looks into your eyes, clearly feeling it too. He clears his throat before leading you over to Vhagar and moving your hand up to stroke her. She grumbles which startles you and you feel Aemond chuckle again behind you. He slowly removes his hand from yours as you continue to pet Vhagar.

“She seems to like you.” He says. “And she does not like anyone.”

You smile to him and see a rare smile on his lips. Not a smirk, a genuine smile.

“Would you like to go for a ride?” He asks.

You look to him with shock in your eyes as you contemplate the question. The idea terrified yet excited you. Not many people get the chance to ride a dragon in their lives and you could not pretend like you have not dreamt of it before.

Aemond seems surprised when you agree and then a wide grin spreads across his face.

“Very well.” He smiles.

You watch as he climbs atop Vhagar before reaching his hand to you, gesturing to climb up. You pull yourself up the ropes before grabbing Aemonds hand. He hoists you the rest of the way so you are sitting behind him. You were certain he could feel your heart beating rapidly against his back.

“Hold on tight.” He smirks.

You wrap your arms tightly around him, your body pressing up against his. The heat in your cheeks rise as you realize this is the closest you have been to him.

You don’t have time to dwell on the thought as Vhagar begins to walk out of the dragon pit before taking off. Your breath catches as you are lifted up into the sky. You close your eyes and squeeze Aemond so tight you were surprised he could still breathe.

“Open your eyes.” Aemond says, somehow knowing you closed them.

You open your eyes and for a brief moment you worry you had fallen off the dragon and died. The way you soared above the clouds was a sight of the heavens. After that you don’t shut your eyes for another second, taking in the sky around you and the lands below you. Aemond circles back around and you squeeze him tight again as he begins to descend. Once you’ve reached the dragon pit Aemond jumps off and helps you down off Vhagar.

“How did you enjoy your first dragon ride?” He smiles to you.

“I- I- I am hardly ever speechless.” You say with a beaming smile. “That was indescribable.”

Aemonds smile remains as he kisses your hand. You gaze into each others eyes for a long moment before you lean forward and place a soft kiss to his lips. He smirks to you before taking your hand again and leading you out of the dragon pit.

You and Aemond were both more lively at supper than usual, talking of the dragon ride you went for earlier. Once the meal is finished Aemond escorts you to your chambers for the night.

“I had a wonderful time with you today.” You say to Aemond as you walk down the halls. “That was honestly the first time I have felt true happiness since being here.”

“I am glad. I quite enjoy your company here. So I hope I can continue to make you happy.” Aemond responds.

“Well, now you have the rest of our lives to do so.” You playfully nudge him, making him smirk.

Once you reach your chambers you look to Aemond.

“Thank you, my prince. For everything.” You think back to the meals he first brought you when you refused to leave your room.

“Of course, my lady… Soon to be, my princess.” He takes your hand to kiss.

You gaze into his eyes with a heartfelt smile. He smiles back at you before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss to your lips. When your eyes meet again there is a strange tension in the air. You watch him glance to your lips again before he suddenly cups your cheeks and brings your lips back to his. The kiss quickly turns heated as you wrap your arms around his neck and his tongue dips into your mouth. Your heart races against your chest as he grabs your waist and pulls you closer against him. The desire between you both is electric. He pushes you up against the wall and you feel his hardness press against your hip, making you gasp into his mouth.

When your lips part you feel yourself almost lean back in, like a moth to a flame. You look at each other with wild eyes as you catch your breath.

“Goodnight, my lady.” Aemond places a kiss to your cheek.

“Goodnight, my prince.” You say bashfully.

Once you enter your chambers you let out a heavy breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. You get ready for bed, your thoughts full of Aemond. You did not expect to develop any feelings in this new marriage but now he was all you could think about. The fire between you was indescribable. You fall into a peaceful sleep as you begin to imagine your wedding and future to come.

**********

The next day everything changes. King Viserys passed away overnight. All the small folk are gathered to witness Aegon being crowned as the new king. Your family had pledged fealty to Rhaenyra when she was first crowned heir. You panic and worry for what may come from the throne being usurped.

The next few days pass by in a blur. You hardly saw Aemond and when you did there was never private moments to talk. He even stopped escorting you from meals. You could tell it pained him greatly but he could not find the time right now with everything going on.

One night a knock on your door startles you awake. You rush over, hoping to find Aemond on the other side. Your face drops with disappointment when instead you find a guard standing there.

“What is it?” You ask sleepily.

“Please keep your voice down my lady.” He says as he hands you a hooded cloak, making you arch your brow at him. “Your parents received a raven regarding this treachery. They asked I bring you home.”

“Home? What are you talking about? This is my home now... And why would they ask a gold cloak to take me away from kings landing? Why would you agree?” You babble.

“I will explain everything on our way to Winterfell. Please, my lady. We haven’t much time.” He says, peering over his shoulder.

“I would need to collect my things…” Your brain was hazy from sleep trying to comprehend what was happening.

“There is no time, my lady. Please, we need to leave now.” He begins to panic.

With no time to give it thought, you simply nod and put on the cloak to hide your vibrant red hair. He leads you cautiously through the castle through hidden passages you had never known were there. Eventually they lead you to the streets of Kings Landing. There was a carriage waiting for you just outside the city gates.

Once you are on the road you finally have a moment to process your thoughts. Your heart sinks and your stomach twists at the thought of Aemond discovering your disappearance. Tears run down your face at the thought. You did not want to leave Kings Landing, you did not want to leave him.

The next weeks of traveling was even more dreadful than when you were going to Kings Landing. Multiple times you considered jumping out of the carriage and running back to the Red Keep.

You could hardly eat with your stomach in knots. Aemond blurred all of your thoughts. All you could think of was him. The intense kisses you shared, the amazing dragon ride, his acts of kindness. It broke your heart to imagine how much you must have hurt him by leaving. You had disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving all your things behind. You worried how he would think you chose to abandon him, or worse, think you had been stolen in the night. Which in a way, you had been.

You begin to shiver as you get closer to Winterfell, the air getting colder. The guard notices and pulls a fur cloak out of a small chest inside the carriage. You wrap it tightly around you and try to steady your nerves.

“We should be there soon.” He says.

You simply nod and rest your eyes. The next time you open your eyes the carriage comes to a halt.

“Are we here?” You shoot up.

The guard nods and opens the door. You’re instantly blinded by the white of the snow. Your eyes adjust to see your parents waiting for you. You simply glare at them before your eyes land on Cregan and your expression softens. You had been so worried about Aemond that seeing Cregan nearly slipped your mind entirely.

You jump out of the carriage and do not hesitate to throw yourself in his arms. He hugs you back tightly and pats your hair.

“I thought I would never see you again.” He whispers in your ear.

You nod as the tears start again. You part and he wipes them from your face. You softly smile at him and he kisses your forehead.

“My darling, we are so glad you are safe.” Your mother interrupts to hug you.

“As soon as we heard Aegon was usurping the throne we knew we had to bring you home.” Your father says.

“Yes, thank you.” You say dryly. Your father goes to respond but you cut him off. “Thank you for dragging me away from my home, my life, everyone I have ever known. Then, deciding to bring me back and steal me away in the night. I am not sure the royals even know where I am.”

“We made them aware once you were a safe enough distance that they could not go after you.” He responds.

“Now you no longer have to marry that ‘cold prince’.” Your mother quotes your words from when you were leaving.

You think to Aemond finding out they had taken you back to Winterfell.

“Do you not think they will come after us? After me? They have dragons.” You cross your arms.

Part of you feared Aemond would come for you and steal you away. Another part of you hoped he would.

“They are far too busy with the coming war to worry about a stolen bride.” Your father says.

“That is all I have ever been to you, huh? A bride to be sold off to whichever family benefits you most.”

Before your father can respond you stomp off to the castle.

**********

You make your way to your previous bedroom, relieved to see it remains the same as you had left it. You sit down on the bed and cry into your hands. A knock at the door interrupts your sobs.

“Come.” You call dryly, assuming it was your parents.

Cregan cautiously opens the door and you stand from your bed.

“Cregan…” You say as you walk over to him. “I am so glad you are here.”

Cregan boldly closes the distance between you and pulls you into a searing kiss. All of the feelings you have for him come flooding back as you kiss him back passionately.

“(Y/n)… I have been so lost without you.” Cregan says lowly. “I feel like the luckiest man alive to have you in my arms again.”

“I missed you too.” You whisper as you rest your foreheads against each other.

He kisses you again, this time lifting you up and walking you over to the bed.

“My love… I don’t know if I can wait for our wedding night to have you.” He says as he puts you back down. “You are all I have been able to think about since the moment you left.”

You meet his eyes and they’re filled with so many emotions. Heartbreak, sadness, worry, relief, desire, love. You gaze back at him with the same feelings in your eyes.

“Then don’t.” You whisper.

Without hesitation, he kisses you again before moving his lips to your neck causing a small whimper to escape you. You tug at his cloak until it drops to the floor and he moves to push yours off your shoulders. You begin to underdress each other layer by layer, stealing hungry kisses in between. When Cregans upper half is finally exposed you run your fingers down his toned stomach. He moves his hands along the curves your body as you stand in nothing but your shift. You step back slightly and he watches as you slowly lift the thin dress over your head.

“You are so beautiful.” Cregan whispers before capturing your lips again.

You crawl into bed and watch as he unties the strings of his pants and they drop to the floor. Your eyes widen at his hardened length on display. When your eyes dart back up to his there’s a fire that lights within you both. He crawls on top of you before taking your breast in his mouth as his hand massages the other. You squirm underneath him as your hands move to his hair. His lips make their way back up to your neck.

“I love you (y/n).” He says lowly in your ear.

“I love you, Cregan.” You breathe.

His eyes meet yours and he smiles down at you with pure adoration.

“Are you certain about this, my love? We can wait until we are wed…” He asks, though you can tell there is only one answer he is hoping to hear.

You nod and kiss his lips. He dips his tongue into your mouth as he lines himself up to your entrance. You wince in pain as he slowly pushes into you. He moves slowly to give you time to adjust but also because he was barely holding it together. The feeling of you wrapped tightly around him made his head spin.

The pain soon begins to fade and you crave more of him. Something overcomes you as you move to push him onto his back and climb on top of him. He looks at you with wide eyes as you begin rocking your hips against his. You grind against his length and it sends sparks through your entire body. Cregan quickly closes his eyes, the sight of you above him as pleasured moans begin to pour from your mouth had him barreling towards his release.

“My love, please…” Cregan breathes. “I’m not going to last much longer if you continue to do that.”

You smirk down at him and watch a small gasp escape him as you line him up to your entrance and begin to slide down onto his cock.

You moan louder and have to remind yourself to be quiet, you two were not really supposed to be doing this before you are wed. His choked out moans as you ride him makes the knot in your stomach tighten more and more. You cry out his name and before you could even comprehend what was happening your entire body feels like it lit up in flames. Your vision goes black and pleasure clouds your mind. Cregan finally opens his eyes and watches you as you come undone around him. The sight of you instantly triggers his release and he groans out as his fingers dig into your hips and he comes deep inside you.

You collapse onto the bed beside him and you both lay there panting. Cregan pulls you in close and wraps his arms around you. You nuzzle your face into his neck as you hug him back.

“I feel like I’m dreaming, I just cannot believe I am holding you in my arms right now.” Cregan says softly. “Please promise me this is not a dream. Promise me you are real.”

You move your head to meet his gaze. Your hand comes up to cup his cheek as you smile warmly at him.

“I promise you this is real. I’m real.” You say before placing a kiss to his lips.

“I hope so.” He smiles warmly back at you as he lightly strokes your hand on his face.

**********

The next few days are busy with wedding preparations as your parents did not want to waste any time. You spend most of your time with Cregan, chatting away like you used to and stealing private kisses in between.

The day of your wedding was quick to come. You were filled with excitement and nerves as you put on the last of your furs.

Snow gently falls from the sky as Cregan comes into your view. You smile to each other as you walk down the snowy isle. He takes your hand in his and the ceremony begins.

“She is mine and I am hers. From this day, until the end of my days”

“He is mine and I am his. From this day, until the end of my days” You recite together as you gaze deeply into each others eyes.

You seal your marriage with a kiss. Cregan holds your hand up to the crowd and they cheer for you both. As you smile widely to the crowd, the thought of Aemond crosses your mind and there’s a pang in your chest. You push the thought away and try to focus on the present moment. Standing side by side with Cregan, whom you loved deeply, you looked like the true lady of the North that you were always meant to be.

[afterglowsainz]

the girl is mine | charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux

pairing: charles leclerc x actress!reader x alexandra saint mleux

summary: when your new movie comes out, your boyfriend and girlfriend get jealous of fans shipping you with your costar, even though your relationship is still a secret to the public

fc: rachel zegler

request: here and here

a/n: and he wins in austinnnn! (with alex because apparently now i cannot write about charles without also writing about alex)

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[ashen-char]

special to me 🔞

ship: anora x reader (gender neutral in terms, reader has a penis so g!p)

content: smut (but not PIV), sex work bc of ani's job

summary: a regular client of ani's, you strive to be special to her. the way she calls you puppy makes you think you might be.

word count: 1100+

Ani moans into the kiss, her body arching down into your touch. She can feel the hardening evidence of your arousal pressing against her thigh, hard and insistent. So greedy. She fucking loves it. It makes her own core throb with need, her panties dampening. Because of you. For you.

This knowledge is why you come back every time. You delude yourself that she's only this wet for you, that she hates everyone else she talks to. They're just wallets. You're special. Maybe it's true. Maybe this is her shtick with every client that walks through those doors. You can't bring yourself to care. Not when she smells of cherry blossoms and cheap tequila, not when you can taste her sweet on your tongue and feel her heat on your lap.

"Mmm, my naughty darling," Ani purrs, her hands sliding under your shirt to explore the planes of your back. "Touching yourself without permission, wasting your fuckin' cum. Such a bad puppy." She rocks her hips down against your lap, grinding her clothed pussy against your cock. You can feel it straining in your boxers, begging, pleading for more. More friction, more attention, fucking anything. "Don't you know it's all mine?"

"I'm not bad," you protest weakly. "Just missed you. P-please." You don't think you get the last word out, interrupted by Ani's manicured fingers slipping into your waistband. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, nails digging into the leather seats.

Headquarters' VIP room is a familiar sight to you now. You went for the first time a couple months ago for your best friend's bachelor party. That's when you saw her.

Ani's words bring you out of that reverie. "You're lucky I'm in the mood to forgive you. The thought of you needing me so bad you stroked that pretty cock 'til you popped? Well, it makes a girl feel special." She flashes you a smile and you think it's genuine. You feel it.

That makes you perk up. You're her puppy, her baby, she wouldn't forgive anyone else. She wouldn't care.

Ani's hands slide down to your ass, squeezing the firm muscle there. She hooks her legs around your hips, using the leverage to pull you closer. Dancing has given her a lot of strength that might be surprising considering her slight frame, her core and legs in particular. You watch in awe every time she's on the pole. Or on your lap.

"I think you owe me an apology, don't you?" she breathes, her lips brushing against your ear. Her whisper is hot, makes your dick twitch. "You should've fucking visited earlier if you missed me. I think you need to make it up to me with that fat dick of yours."

She reaches between your bodies, fumbling with your zipper. Ani's fingers brush against your clothed cock, making her gasp at the size of you. "Fuck, puppy. Already?" the dancer teases.

"You know you make me hard," you answer sheepishly. "Don't be mean."

She finally gets your jeans undone, shoving them down your hips along with your boxers. "Fine. I'll play nice." Your cock springs free, slapping against your stomach with a resounding thwack. Ani's eyes widen at the sight, her mouth watering, mouth curving into a smile. "God, look at you. So big and hard, all for me."

She wraps her hand around your shaft, stroking you slowly. Ani's thumb swipes over the tip, smearing the bead of precum that's already leaking from your slit. "Tell me my body drives you insane," she says. "That you don't even look at any girl here."

"Your body is perfect." A breathless grasp. Ani pumps you a little harder, retaining that snail's pace but rewarding your words with a squeeze. "You're fucking breathtaking. No one dances better than you. I-I don't even watch anyone else, even if you're doing a group number. The other girls don't exist, not to me."

"Good puppy." She jerks you off with a smirk on that pretty face. You try not to close your eyes, to keep your gaze on how the glitter sparkles just above her cheeks, or the tinsel in her hair. Since she's got those long nails, her hand doesn't even completely wrap around you, mostly stroking the underside. But fuck that's good too. So good.

"Your good puppy," you whine. You can't take it. Your eyes close, you bite your lip, you scratch the seats up.

"I want your cum inside me, puppy. I want you to fill me up until I'm dripping with it." Her voice is low and breathy, filled with lust. "But first, I want that tongue. I want you to eat my pussy until I'm screaming your name."

Ani releases your cock, an action that makes you whimper pathetically, sitting up and quickly stripping off what's left of her clothes. She tosses her bra aside, her pert breasts bouncing free. Ani lies back on the couch, spreading her legs wide in invitation. Her pussy is glistening, swollen with arousal. "Come and get it, puppy," she purrs, her fingers sliding through her slick folds. "Show me how sorry you are."

With a harsh gulp, you kneel down in front of her. A wary glance to the door. "You sure no one will barge in?" you ask. Not that your worry lasts long. She looks too good, glistening like that. Dripping, inviting you to taste. So you throw caution to the wind and you do.

Her legs wrap around your neck and pull you in until your cheeks are pressed against her inner thighs. With a roll of her hips, her wetness smears against your face. The sweetest nectar. There's no more room for hesitation. You bury your face between your legs and eat her out like you're fucking starving.

Your erection is still raging, jutting out from between your legs, but you don't call attention to it. Ani's teased you about it a bunch, calling it your red rocket, your stiffie, laughing as she jacks you off and says it's cute. You lap at her cunt, little licks on her clit since you know she likes the build up. She always tells you to be gentle at first and you're her good puppy so you do.

Her hand strokes through your messy hair, nails scratching your scalp. "That's it, puppy. Just like that." She sighs, and you can feel her body relaxing, muscles untensing. "Maybe I missed you too. Just maybe."

You realise it then, as your tongue curls around her engorged clit and she twists so pretty for you. You were so worried about being special to her that you never thought that she wanted that too. "You're perfect," you repeat, "you're talented, and fierce and I-"

Her grip on your hair tightens and her hips rise from the leather seat, bucking against your mouth as she cums, beautiful and breaking just for you.

[harmoniouseclipse]

For those wondering what happened after my Arlejean rant from like last year. Mental illness took over. I am cooking.

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 CAUGHT IN BETWEEN kim chaewon & huh yunjin

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★ ͘ ⴰ NEW MAGIC WAND kim chaewon x reader

“don’t call me selfish I ain’t sharing.” - tyler the creator

there was a lot of things yunjin was feeling after the words chaewon said to her in the car, they just kept playing in her head.

“are really stupid enough to think that you and yn have something? I’m embarrassed for you.”

“do you really wanna play this game right now?”

“you may like yn, but your like for her will never amount to mine, you’ve had your fun but it’s time to back off.”

she’s never seen chaewon so serious before, she understands liking yn, she likes yn a lot, but the way chaewon was looking at her seems like this whole thing was beyond just like.

the first time chaewon ever laid her eyes on yn was them being filmed on tv to go against each other to be in a girl group.

she was hypnotized.

yn was gorgeous.

and chaewon will probably fight you if you say it out loud, but that’s the main reason why she got votes, she was like a real life barbie.

that didn’t mean she wasn’t talented, yn was insanely talented, but there was just something about her look that drew people in.

and she definitely had drawn chaewon in.

chaewon doesn’t remember a time where didn’t like yn. all she remembers is standing next to the girl with a bright smile on her face now being in a group called iz*one.

if you were to ask chaewon what was the best moment in her like, she would definitely say that one.

iz*one was magical for her.

yn kept her calm and balanced, if yn was around that meant everything was gonna be okay in chaewon’s eyes.

yn and her were inseparable, at the airport they were together, in group lives they were at right beside each other, at award shows with their arms linked, solo lives together with just them.

the fans loved it, chaewon loved it.

most idols don’t like being shipped with their members but chaewon loved how much yn and her were shipped together and yn didn’t seem to have a problem with it either.

when chaewon asked her if it bothered her one night in their shared dorm room, yn replied “why would I? it’s you chaewon.”

and boy did that make chaewon fall even harder, it was her.

anybody with two eyes could see that chaewon was clearly smitten with yn, the way her eyes would soften every time it was yn’s turn to talk or the way she would push herself in between to be beside yn if she was beside another member, she was kind of possessive.

which is why the girls in iz*one always let yn and chaewon be yn and chaewon, they never got in the way and everything was good.

which is why iz*one disbanding was the worst moment of chaewon’s life.

all she remembers is her wrapping her arms around yn while the girl hugged her tight bawling her eyes out, everything was changing, what if yn didn’t want to be an idol anymore like minju? what if they go their separate ways and they only saw each other on certain days of the year?

she couldn’t let that happen.

she wouldn’t let that happen.

and it almost did.

“I don’t know…” yn trailed off looking at a pleading chaewon who looked like she was about to burst out into tears.

“I have a lot of modeling agencies calling me and I was thinking-”

“NO.”

yn’s eyes opened wide at chaewon’s outburst, “chae-”

“just think of it yn, us on stage again and with sakura unnie it will be so much fun, your fans are hoping that you’ll return to the stage, they love you.” chaewon says grabbing both of yn’s hands, “I really want to be in a group with you again, I can’t imagine being in one without you.”

“alright…only because I love you.”

chaewon’s heart swelled at that, she was so excited, she’d be back on stage with yn again and everything will be back to how it was.

oh how she was so wrong.

she clenched her jaw watching yunjin chat it up with yn who was just happy to see a fellow person from produce.

“you’re so pretty.” yunjin said smiling brightly at yn, who returned the smile, “I’m gonna start calling you pretty girl.”

“I’ve never been called that before.” yn replie her eyes softening at the compliment.

“well now you have, pretty girl.”

chaewon could’ve screamed right then and there, yunjin’s flirting was unbearable, who did she think she was?

and what bothered her evern more was the fact that yunjin wasn’t gonna back down she could feel it.

but if there’s one thing she knew.

she wouldn’t lose.

not to someone who doesn’t understand yn the way she does, not to someone who doesn’t need yn like the way she does.

chaewon knocked gently against yn’s bed room door, she felt relaxed after the things she said to yunjin, she tried her best to stay calm, but she just couldn’t, not when it seemed like the girl couldn’t get it through her thick skull that whatever her and yn have going on doesn’t exist.

“come in!”

chaewon walked into the room, her eyes scanning the room, smiling at the amount of pictures that was just her and yn on yn’s wall.

“hey…” chaewon trailed off walking over to yn’s bed where the girl was laying down, “you looked beautiful today.”

“thank you chae,” yn replied with a big smile before opening her arms causing chaewon to immediately jump into them.

they both laid on the bed in comfortable silence, chaewon stuffed her face in yn’s neck smiling, “I’ve missed you.” she said quietly.

“huh? but I’m always here.”

“yeah, but it doesn’t feel like it sometimes, it’s probably because we’re all so busy but I miss sharing a room with you and it just being us while everything else just existed.”

“it can still be like that,” yn replied back softly, “I haven’t gone anywhere, you can come to my room whenever you want.”

chaewon felt herself melt when yn wrapped her arms tighter around her, she loved how natural it felt, this was exactly how it should be, just like how it was in iz*one.

“wanna go shopping with me tomorrow?” yn asked, chaewon could tell there was a giddy smile on her face.

“of course, can I sleep in here tonight?”

“of course.”

“hey yn- wanna-?”

yunjin pauses mid sentence at the sight in front of her, her breath hitching when she sees chaewon lift her head from yn’s neck to look at who’s at the door.

“yeah?” yn asked.

yunjin stares at chaewon who looks back at her with intensity, it was like she was saying I told you with her eyes.

“uh never mind, I’m actually gonna just ask sakura unnie.”

“okay, close the door I don’t want the light messing with my pink leds.”

“alright .” yunjin said about to close the door before looking back at chaewon who had a faux smile on her face.

“night yunjin.”

[aethon-recs]

Themed Rec List | Tomarrymort Recs by Horcrux ⚡👑🏆🔒💍

I wanted to put together a rec list of Harry/Tom fics with a core focus on horcruxes outside of Diary Tom (the most popular horcrux) and Voldemort himself. Please enjoy these 22 fics that feature one of Tom's horcruxes and their special relationship with Harry.

There’s a ton of interesting variation that can be explored within a Harry and horcrux Tom ship — from where the horcruxes are located and when Harry can conceivably meet them in canon (for example, the Cup horcrux is harder to access than the others); to what age they were made by Voldemort and how that would shape their personalities and interactions with Harry; to the different magical properties that they might embody, depending on the vessel that was chosen.

Finally, it looks like Scarcrux and Locket are the most popular choices (after Diary Tom), and we absolutely need more Cup horcrux fics!

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⚡ Scarcrux

Amensalism by @cindle-writes (E, 6k, complete)

Scarcrux becomes sentient after the encounter in the Ministry in Harry's 5th year and takes Harry for an adventure.

Bolide by @vdoshu (T, 3k, complete)

On October 31, 1981, a tiny piece of soul attaches himself to Harry Potter in order to survive. This is his story.

Creatures of the Dark we are by @hikarimeroperiddle (M, 28k, complete)

Banished to his cupboard at age 4, Harry learns to listen only to the Voice in his head. Its teachings warp all Harry could have become until no more than dark magic and devotion remains. Visions of a wraith with red eyes complicate matters, especially when Harry and the Voice follow it to Hogwarts so Master can get his hands on the Philosopher’s stone.

Eulogy by @meles-merrivale (E, 6k, complete)

You run through the things you have to do for the day. It is, admittedly, a very short list. Wake up. Be clean. Be ready. An empty life, some might call it. You don’t. It is the life He has given you, and so it is what you deserve.

last rites by @cindle-writes (E, 5k, complete)

Harry has an hour before he walks to his death in the Forbidden Forest. The horcrux in Harry’s scar decides to take matters into its own hands.

Look at me. by @crowcrowcrowthing (M, 1k, complete)

A dark night of the soul.

Pitch Black by @kagariasuha (E, 2k, complete)

The proximity of Horcruxes can influence anyone - especially Harry.

sandpaper kisses, paper cut bliss by @xodahafez (E, 27k, WIP)

Harry Potter survives the Killing Curse, but so does the horcrux within him. And this horcrux has been dangerously infatuated with Harry for seventeen years.

saw you in a dream by @duplicitywrites (E, 2k, complete)

Harry has had this dream before.

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👑 Diadem

A peculiar way of fitting together by @being-luminous (T, 2k, complete)

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m wearing a diadem?”

Dance Me On and On by @duplicitywrites (E, 19k, complete)

In his first year at Hogwarts, Harry overhears Quirrell interrogating Binns about an artifact from over a thousand years ago. Five years later, Harry uncovers Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem in the Room of Requirement and finds himself pulled into a kingdom in the throes of a mysterious masquerade ball.

In Just a Moment, You’ll Be Mine by @dividawrites (E, 34k, WIP)

Tom has been stuck inside the Ravenclaw's Diadem for decades, alone, with nothing but his slowly fading memories. One day he feels a pull towards someone and gets interested. And then he gets obsessed.

Death is not an Escape by @whitepinkdandelions (T, 2k, complete)

The Lost Diadem of Ravenclaw is full of endless wisdom, so it only makes sense that it gets its hooks into Harry much faster than the rest of them.

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🏆 Cup

Thirst by @obsidianpen (E, 27k, complete)

Things go awry when the trio beaks into Gringotts. Harry finds himself trapped, locked in the Lestrange vault, wandless and alone... With a horcrux.

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🔒 Locket

Arson by @rudehellion (M, 8k, complete)

The hunt for Voldemort's Horcruxes is going poorly. In need of some space to think, Harry offers to take the first watch over camp and slips out into the snowy night. Unable to shake his dark thoughts, Harry finds himself drifting and he begins to dream. What he sees changes everything.

knock it off (part 1) / crave gets slaked (part 2) by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts (E, 6k, complete)

At some point during Harry's time with the Dursleys, pain got crossed with affection. A kick from Dudley or having his arm yanked by Uncle Vernon at least means they’re acknowledging his existence. It’s not love, but it’s something. Too bad for Harry he carries that through to his less dysfunctional relationships.

The Cost by Blood_Stained_Fingers (M, 8k, complete)

The cost of making a horcrux was steep and when Voldemort manages to kill Harry, destroying the horcrux within, Harry finds out the exact price of losing a piece of your soul. It made a cruel joke that if Voldemort loved his horcruxes, Harry should love them too.

The Dead of Night by @cybrid (E, 6k, complete)

An empty house. A glint of gold. A dream. Or: running away from Privet Drive goes terribly for Harry.

The Ties That Bind by @mosiva (E, 8k, complete)

Harry finds the locket at Grimmauld Place, but it has a curse laid on it. When Harry triggers it, he finds himself trapped with the locket version of Tom Riddle, both of them stuck within the enchantment until they can find the way out. Or so Harry thinks.

Whole by Emriel (E, 20k, complete)

The horcrux hunt goes wrong and Harry fails to destroy the locket horcrux. Tom Riddle hands him over to the Dark Lord as a present for they know he holds part of their soul. In their care, Harry learns that feelings, no matter how toxic, are hard to get rid off.

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💍 Ring

Personal Assistant by @phantomato (E, 10k, complete)

“And that’s it? I call ‘Tom’ and you show up?” “Yes,” Tom answers.

shelter from the storm by @cindle-writes, @duplicitywrites (E, 7k, complete)

After being left behind by the Dursleys, Harry stumbles upon an empty shack in the middle of nowhere, where he finds a mysterious ring underneath the loose floorboards.

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[gardens-dogs-starwars]

Reasons Clone X is Tech:

-his accent is different from the rest-they are trying to conceal it by layering it with a regular clone voice and the helmet modulation but it's there

-he does a "Tech turn" when he lands his ship

-Cross' attempt to look back at one of the Clone X guys in episode 3 and his mournful look down after he says they come out of reconditioning "different." How would he know this unless he knew one of the clones getting reconditioned and watching them get their personality wiped away? How many clones does Cross know personally to notice such a change?

-while he's strangling Cross, Cross taps his shoulder like you would when you were sparring and want to "tap out." This is a similar gesture that Hunter did when Wrecker's chip activated in Season 1 and he was also being strangled. You would think he would hit him or fight harder instead of "tapping out" if he was fighting for his life. Makes you wonder if he doesn't want to hurt the other person...

-why would they go to such lengths to show us scenes we have seen Tech endure before? Such as getting his leg crushed and limping around through the pain, grunting after moving big rocks around, falling over a waterfall and listening to his little gasps/coughs for air...this would have to be some kind of elaborate misdirect if we weren't supposed to think it was Tech.

-there were definitely strains of the Plan 99 theme as Cross and Clone X went over the falls

-lots of other little things like his leg pouches, the definition of his (very shapely) calves, his helmet being a little different and looking a little "friendlier" around the eyes, his inability to follow orders, the way he can anticipate the Batch's moves

I think Cross acts sketchy about these Clone X types because he knows it's Tech and thinks it's permanent/unfixable so he doesn't want his brothers to be hurt over it. I trust him and his redemption arc, he has proven he has changed and is sorry for his previous choices. I could see how him keeping this from the Batch could cause friction between them down the road and I bet the writers would love to mine the angst from this situation.

It is also possible but less likely that he knows it's Tech and Tech is just in deep cover so he doesn't want to blow it? This theory might just be me hoping Tech is ok.

I have never been more convinced this Clone X is Tech. How much is left of him...not sure.

[abibliophobiaa]

18 +

steve harrington x f!reader

thinking about going to dinner with your husband, steve, for your first valentine’s day as a married couple.

he wants it to be special, even though you tell him countless times all you really want is time with him. so you put on your newest dress and a pair of heels, and he dons a dark button up and pants, and decide to make a night of it.

you’ve both been working endlessly lately, him at the school, you at your office. most days you’re like ships passing in the night — your only interaction that sweet, longing kiss in the morning and the kiss before bed as he reaches over you to shut the lamp.

it’s all dim lights, candles on the table, his smile warming your belly over the rim of his wine glass. he orders a steak and you order your favorite pasta, and you laugh and walk down memory lane. your beautiful wedding only a few months before, the honeymoon that followed, the dreams for your future.

by the time you make it to the car, his hands are on your hips, your back against the door, his mouth kissing along hot flesh, hips pressing eagerly into yours.

one of you utters ‘home.’ a breathy little thing, you’re not sure if it’s him or you, but the sentiment rings true for you both. he practically speeds there, your fingers finding his belt buckle as soon as he pulls you inside and pushes you against the hastily closed front door.

the home becomes a mess.

shoes by the door.

a heel on the welcome mat.

its twin down the hall.

the belt once looped around his waist in the doorway.

your dress at the foot of the bed.

his slacks on the lampshade.

his shirt hanging off the side of the night stand.

hands to hands, chest to chest, body to body, skin to skin — it’s your favorite way to be.

his hips rolling into yours, driving your interlocked hands into the headboard.

your head against the pillows, his against your collar bone, sweat pooling along the dips between his shoulder blades, over the dimples at the base of his spine.

exchanges of fuuuck, i love you, faster, harder, just like that, mine, yours, i love us spill into the room, temperature climbing to rival the rapid thump of your heart beneath your sternum.

his free hand slides between the two of you. trails the curve of your hip, the seam of your thigh curling around his waist, thumbing at your clit, then lower still where he moves in and out languidly, knowing better than anyone how to unfurl you, how to make you unravel over and over again.

and later, as you shatter around him and he pulls you against his chest, where you can feel the heavy thump of his heart beneath your breast, he kisses you soundly. whispers he loves you more than anything else. that he’ll do so for the rest of his life, the warm metal of his ring finger sending shivers to dance along your skin as he trails his palm up and down your spine.

and you’ll believe him, falling into peaceful rest, remembering two people who fell in love at the end of the world and made something beautiful of it.