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halloooo mein freund engineer from team fortress two ^^!!
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Can you rank P1harmony on who is most likely to get pussy drunk and why đđ
who in p1harmony is most likely to be pussy drunk
pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader
warnings: nsfw obvi (mdni)
a/n: well yes! this is in mtl, so most to least! (although i can see all of piwon as munches that all get pussy drunk tbh..)
ŕźââË jongseob
might be a controversial take and might be spurred on by a seob work i am currently drafting out but.. fuck it iâm putting jongseob as the most likely to be pussy drunk! iâm just sooo fixated on the idea of him never experiencing anything before meeting you, and just becoming obsessed when his fingers, lips, and cock all make contact with your cunt for the first time.. so eager to please, and the fact that heâs able to draw out waves from you is enough for him to feel pleasure as well. definitely a service dom that can spend hours analyzing each reaction he can pull from you.. when heâs particularly stressed out in the midst of comeback preparations heâs spending his nights lapping at your pussy until all the worrying thoughts dissipate from his pretty head :3
ŕźââË intak
just a loser puppy bf obsessed with his girlfriend and her glistening cunt :(( heâs sooo desperate 24/7, is always pulling you away from whatever or whoever youâre currently occupied with, just so he can worship you and your pussy. heâs the typa bf to rut his hips against the bed whilst eating you out, eagerness evident in the way he groans into your cunny .. heâs def begging you afterwards to let him stuff you with his dick .. pleading with big eyes and nasty words like âjust the tip? please angel, wanna feel you around meâ and youâd never admit it to him, but his never-satiated desire to worship your pretty pussy drives you absolutely crazy :( please please rut your hips onto his face and pull his hair when heâs eating you out.. he deserves it!!
ŕźââË jiung
another hot take but i think a serious little nerdy introvert like ji would have a crazyyyyy sex drive; and an even crazier need to constantly be inside of you. once the pair of you have sex for the first time, it literally alters jiungâs brain chemistry. heâs particularly obsessed with overstimulating you just to witness the familiar frothy white ring of his and your cum placed around his dick every time he lifts your pelvis up and pulls in and out.. literally takes pictures of your pussy like itâs the finest piece of art heâll ever see, tucking said photos into a locked folder on his phone that he visits quite frequently. is not as vocal about just how pussy drunk he gets, but his actions and stares make it obvious :DD
ŕźââË theo
now now.. i know people are gonna say yangie should be higher on the list, but personally, i think theoâwhilst very much obsessed with eating you outâwould get more drunk off of receiving pillow princess treatment? i know most people write him as a service dom but this man is lowkey the brattiest sub to exist in my eyes lol. can see him being greedy as hell. being fourth on this list and leaning submissive doesnât mean heâs never pussy drunk tho! but i do think itâs less of a trait during sex, and more of a feeling he gets when heâs needy and missing you. i can see taeyang sniffing your unwashed panties and getting off to that like a little perv hehe
ŕźââË soul
now this was a bit difficult.. and shota is an enigma so it took me awhile to properly place him where he belongs. kind of like theo, i feel like he isnât really the type to get pussy drunk during sex or foreplay or anything like that. instead, i think heâs just more obsessed with your other body parts and processes, like the way your tits bounce when heâs rutting into your heat, how you clench around his cock when heâs more vocal with you, how your moans eventually morph into little broken gasps. i think my main impression of being pussy drunk is being so obsessed, dazed, and brainless, but i just think soul would be a lot more aware when intimate, and not so easily lost in the sauce as the others lol
ŕźââË keeho
i can already hear the disgruntled keeho truthers making their way but before yall kill me.. hear me out.. i think of kyo as a hard dom majority of the time, so i really donât think he would make it aware to you even if he was pussy drunk. i also think making you feel good would be his priority, and he wouldnât pay much mind to his own pleasure until his girl was satisfied, so i just donât think heâs got the time and drive to be pussy drunk! heâs on a mission to have you trembling with want, and he canât really achieve that if heâs drooling with lust for your cunt :/ maybe itâs just the way i characterize him.. but i just think he and shota are more focused on other things during intimacy
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Anything for You
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem Reader
Description: undercover jobs are always risky, but when you're caught going against the gang you and Dean have fallen in with, Dean is forced to do something drastic.
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A/N: I love Dean. That is all
â ď¸Warningsâ ď¸
18+ MDNI
Past/memories in italics. Canon typical violence, language, use of restraints, alcohol use, drunkenness, dark themes, human trafficking, murder, talk of vamps, no actual vamps appear. unprotected p in v, oral F receiving, angst, fluff, smut. The whole 9 yards. Not proof read.
Smut under the đĽ
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You are on your knees on the hard concrete, sitting on your heels, blindfolded. The rope that binds your wrists behind your back digs into you, the friction burning your sensitive skin. The smell of blood invades your nostrils, you can only hope it's not Dean's.
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"This could take weeks. We need to make sure that we don't blow this before we find the nest. " Dean sighs putting his head in his hands.
"We'll be fine. As fucked up as it is, them using a shelter as a cover will help us. My intel says they mostly pose as volunteers, they just hand the people off, No kidnap or torture at this stage. We pass the info to Sammy when we get it," you gesture to him across the table, "and he'll let the other hunters know the drop point."
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You curse yourself under your breath as you remember those words, you should have been prepared for the unexpected. Your sense of time is distorted, your body is weak, you just want to fall to your side and pass out. You resist the urge and continue straining your ears to hear anything outside of the concrete room you are in. Nothing. Every pair of shoes you have are modified to carry a blade of some sort, You take the silence as your que to remove it and work at the rope. Periodically you stop to listen for any indication of footsteps, when you are satisfied by the silence you continue.
After what feels like an eternity, you're finally able to free yourself. When you draw up the blindfold you see the bare concrete room with a single light dangling from the ceiling and a door in front of you.
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The shelter you stand in front of is quiet and unassuming, the sign above you flickers momentarily, 'Hope's Haven'. Your gut clenches, places like this are supposed to be safe for the less fortunate. You're spurred on to take out this threat and move forward, duffle slung over your shoulder.
Dean is hot on your heels as you enter the building, "We're the new in-house caretakers." You say plainly, looking over the receptionist, wondering if she's part of this whole game.
"Door at the end of the hallway." She considers you and Dean for a moment before returning to her computer.
You pass several doors, every one marked, men's and women's dorms, family dorms, restrooms, showers, cafeteria, rec room. The door at the end of the hallway is marked volunteers only.
Behind the door is a staircase that leads to the small volunteers dorm, a few individual rooms and bathrooms, and a door marked 'Do Not Enter.' each door of the dorms has a white board on it with the names of the occupants, you quickly find the one marked with yours and Dean's chosen alias'.
"I'm surprised you let me pick the names. No protest either. I expected more from you Dean." You chuckle as you start to unpack your things.
His eyes narrow as he realizes he's missed something, "what do you mean?"
"You know," you stiffle a full on giggle before continuing, "Stevie Nicks is a woman right....and Lindsey Buckingham is a dude."
"Really?" Dean says Incredulously. "I guess it's a good thing no one ever thinks twice when we give our cover names..."
You can no longer keep your laughter in, bursting out in a fit as you fall back into the bed. "Right, no one EVER second guesses them." The sarcasm in your voice evident as your laugh dies down.
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You hear footsteps approaching outside the door and reposition yourself to sit against the wall, replacing the blindfold, hands behind your back with your small knife in one.
The creak of the door causes your muscles to tense, but then you hear his voice.
"Fuck, are you okay?" You can hear Dean making his way across the room to you as you quickly bring your hands up to remove the blindfold. He drops to his knees next to you and cups your face in his hands waiting for your reply. When you don't respond quickly enough he lightly taps your cheek with his hand, "Hey!"
"I-I'm fine." You look at him in shock, "Dean...why are you covered in blood?"
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"I told you to fucking wait for me!" Deans exasperation was clear, "You think they really believe that you weren't in that office snooping?"
"Would they let me go if they didn't?" You plop down on the bed in your shared room and start to take off your shoes.
"Maybe not, but you still should have waited dammit." His voice was quiet, almost inaudible. You pause briefly before continuing in a totally different direction.
"Come on, it's the fourth night we've been here, stop sleeping on the floor. I'm not gonna give you cooties." You say playfully trying to change the subject.
"Fine, I guess that's a suitable punishment for making me worry."
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You've barely slept, huddled with your back against the wall, Dean takes up most of the bed. As much as you would love to just cuddle up to him, he's your best friend. You've harbored a bit of a crush on him for years, but you know he doesn't feel the same, you've accepted that.
You're letting your mind wander until he begins to shift beside you and suddenly his face is inches from yours.
"Dean." His name a hoarse whisper. When he doesn't stir you try again, this time louder, "Dean!"
His eyes open slowly, "hmm?" When he is finally able to focus he realizes how close he is. "I told you this was your punishment. I'm not moving." You push his chest trying to get him to move but he doesn't budge.
"I can't sleep, you're taking up the whole fucking bed." You whine, exasperated from your exhaustion.
He wraps his arm around you and pulls you a bit closer as his eyes slowly close again. "Come on. We're friends, you don't have to be afraid to touch me, get some sleep." He turns away from you and gives you a bit more room. You follow suit, turning to your other side to face the wall and finally drift off.
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When the alarm wakes you in the morning you feel the heaviness of Dean's arm draped over your waist. He stirs behind you and swings his arm back to turn the alarm off before leaving it back where it was.
"Mornin'" His voice is groggy
"Dean...what are you doing?"
"Shit, sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable?" He starts to move away but you catch his hand before he can, keeping it firmly planted where it lays on your stomach.
"No, it's nice." You are emboldened by his touch and allow your fingers to trace over his hands.
You feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear, "Yeah..." He quietly agrees before lightly kissing your cheek. Your heart swells and flutters and you have to stop yourself from overthinking this. He isn't confessing his love your you, he's just enjoying cuddle. It doesn't mean anything.
You wait a couple minutes in silence, enjoying a little taste of domestic bliss with Dean before reluctantly pushing his arm away and speaking again, "Come on, we gotta get up." You sit up and stretch, turning to Dean, "Come on!" He turns to lay face down, the pillows muffle his clear rejection at the thought.
"We've got shit to do. Come. On." You stand on your knees and push at his body again, trying to roll him out of bed. When that doesn't work you begin to poke and prod at him.
"I don't wanna." He groans.
As a last resort you stand up and start bouncing up and down, it's childish, but you're having the time of your life annoying Dean until he turns and sits up. You stop your antics, standing above him within arms reach, out of breath and giggling. His face softens and he smiles.
"You're a god damned pest, ya know that?" He chuckles and finally swings his legs over the side of the bed.
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"We can talk about it when we get out of here." Dean says as he helps you up from the concrete floor.
He checks you over before grabbing your hand to make a run for it. Everything is oddly quiet and you meet no resistance on your way to baby. In an instant your on the road making your way out of town in silence.
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You've barely slid out of the bed when you hear the door open. Some of the bigger goons of this operation stand on either side of the door as the woman you assumed to be the receptionist in your time here walks in with a look of disappointment on her face.
"You can't just barge into-" Dean starts protesting before one of the men point a gun at you. He stops and keeps his eye on him with a glare. "What do you want?" Dean says harshly.
"Her." The woman states rather plainly.
"Why?"
"She violated my privacy, caught her snooping through my things."
"What? No I didn't!" You try desperately to lie.
"Honey, I got you on camera."
Deans face drops as he looks to you, his face contorted in surprise and anger.
"Oh," she feigns pity, "you didn't know what she was doing without you? Wonder what else she gets up to behind your back?"
You're both too stunned for words as she turns with one last statement, "lock her up, don't torture her too much. She may still be useful. And Stevie, you'll need to work extra hard around here if you ever want to see her again." She snaps her fingers and the men drag you off to the room.
"Just do what they say, help them finish the job. don't worry about me." You try and tell Dean as he calls after you.
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An eternity passes in silence and night falls. A neon sign in the distance advertises a motel with a 24 hour diner across the street, you sigh in relief knowing he'll stop.
When you've showered and eaten you both lay in your respective beds in the dark. Dean has still barely said a word to you, the tension has made you anxious. You fade in and out of consciousness, your thoughts never ceasing. You remain restless.
You look to the clock on the nightstand. 3:17am. You run a hot bath, hoping it will help to ease your tense muscles, you pour the lavender shampoo in the running water, hoping the calming scent will ease your mind.
You let out a sigh as you sink in, your thoughts still lingering on the question you've pondered since leaving. What did Dean do that would cause him to be so distant?
Your snapped out of your thoughts when you hear a knock on the door. The water has grown cold and you're unsure how long you had been in there. "How much longer you gonna be? I need to piss." You hear Dean's gruff voice from the other side of the door.
"I'll be out in a sec." You quickly dry yourself off and dress allowing Dean the restroom. You sit on his bed, lights on, waiting for him to finish. He doesn't seem surprised, but he still doesn't want to talk.
"Dean, tell me what happened."
"I saved you, end of story." His climbs back into his bed and turns away from you. "Get the lights will ya?"
You scoff, "if it's that fucking simple, why can't you talk to me about it?"
He remains silent, no sign of any change. "Fine." Tears sting your eyes as you move back to your bed, turning the lights off on the way.
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You sit in the kitchen of the bunker with Sam. Same thing you've done a million times before.
"It's been three months Sam. Has barely talks to me. It fucking hurts."
"He still won't tell me anything about it either-"
"Yeah, but at least he doesn't treat you like the worst thing that ever happened to him, like a plague. We used to be so close, now we're practically strangers. I don't know if I can keep living here like this. I don't want to."
You hear footsteps retreating away towards the library and look to Sam.
"Well go tell him that. I don't want you to go, but I don't blame you either."
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You walk into the library to see Dean sitting at a table, hunched over a book, deep in thought.
"I'm leaving, I can't live here anymore." You say matter of factly.
"Okay. Have a nice life." Dean doesn't look up from his reading.
You march over to where he sits and fling everything in front of him off the table in a rage.
"What the fuck happened to you Dean? You have made these last few months an absolute living hell for me. We were best friends, we shared almost everything with each other." Your tears fall freely as you scream, he avoids your eyes.
"You can't even look at me. Like whatever happened is my fucking fault, but you're too chicken shit to say what it was."
You start to pace around as he stands up to leave.
"You're gonna run away from me again?" You stalk forward and shove him back, "Just tell me you hate me, you don't want to be near me, you don't want anything to do with me anymore. Something, anything. Give me some god damn peace Dean Winchester." You try to push him again and he catches your arms before they can make contact with his chest and you struggle to free yourself from his grip.
"I wish you left sooner. I thought maybe you woulda got the hint sooner. You're making this whole thing harder for both of us." He finally looks into your eyes after months, you're clearly in pain. Your mouth hangs open in disbelief of his words, as a sob shakes your body and your legs stop working. He catches you and sits you in the chair he was occupying.
You feel as though the man you thought he was is dead, and you sit in front of a facsimile of him, mourning the loss of someone who was once dear to you.
His hands slam on the table and you flinch at the sudden noise. "You want to know why I don't talk to you? Cause I killed five people. People, not monsters. I didn't think twice about doing it. I did it to save your sorry ass."
You sit in stunned silence as he leaves the room. You're heartbroken, you never would have expected him to be so cruel to you of all people.
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Torture? Absolutely the fuck not. Dean is going to take down every one of them before they can touch a hair on your head. He gets dressed and opens the door to find one of the large men guarding it.
"What? You supposed to follow me around?"
He nods solemnly. Without warning Dean pulls a small knife from his pocket and stabs the man right in the neck. As he begins to fall Dean catches him and drags him into the room before holstering the knife and continuing on.
His rage bubbles in his gut, consuming him entirely, his body moves without a second thought. His mission to rescue you is clear, damn the job, damn these fucking people.
One by one he finds each of the other people and puts them down without hesitation.
Something snaps when he finally releases you and is running for the exits. He just murdered five people. They weren't good people by any mans, but they weren't monsters in the literal sense.
The entire ride to the motel was silent, his mind was overwhelmed with the thoughts of how far he went to rescue you, how much it scares him that he was willing to take these humans out, for you. The fact that he would do it again a hundred times over if it means you're safe.
As much as he doesn't want you to leave, he is afraid of the lengths he will go to, the things he will do for you.
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Sam finds you in the library an hour later, hunched over the desk, still crying. He kneels beside you and puts a hand on your back to sooth you. You immediately turn into him and engulf him in a hug as you explain what happened. Your ever dutiful friend listens to every word as he allows you to cling to him, rubbing your back.
"I'm so sorry," he says as he squeezes you tightly. "I understand if you still want to leave, but you need to rest a bit now." You nod into his shoulder and he helps you up, guiding you to your room and laying you in bed. As he leaves you turn to face the wall and cry yourself to sleep.
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In the middle of the night you find yourself in desperate need of hydration. On your way back from the kitchen you turn a corner and collide hard with Dean. The glass in your hands drops to the floor and shatters sending water and sharp shards across the hallway. You're about to berate Dean, take all your anger out on him until you realize he's been crying.
He turns and makes his way back to his room without a word and you follow close behind.
"What the fuck do you have to cry about Winchester? Huh? You tore me to pieces like I didn't mean a thing and you're crying?" You scoff.
He ignores your words and you keep going. "Still don't want to talk? You killed those people. Not me. I told you to finish the job, not to worry about me. You decided to do all that yourself. So stop taking it out on me you selfish prick. Hate me all you want, but that was your decision."
He stops in his tracks just as he crosses the threshold of his room and finally turns his head to address you. "I don't hate you."
"Unbelievable."
"You're not going to leave me alone are you?" He turns to you fully now, "You aren't getting it. I killed those people because the thought of them touching you in any way was terrifying to me. The thought of losing you forever filled me with blind rage. You were careless and got yourself caught and I couldn't deal with it. The fact that I could do that for you fucking scares me. I was the monster."
His door slams in your face and you are left speechless. You have no idea how you feel, your thoughts are jumbled and you want nothing more than to quiet them down.
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You and a bottle of rum occupy the kitchen for the remainder of the night. You talk to yourself, to the bottle, to imaginary Dean as you play out how future conversations may go. You're emotions are scattered to the winds and you just want to drink until you're numb.
Half the bottle is gone and your head lays on your folded arms at the table. You hear someone walking in but all you can do is groan pitifully. Your vision is blurred and your head is fuzzy but you recognize Dean's voice through it it.
"Jesus Christ," you hear the bottle being picked up and unceremoniously slammed back down. "This isn't going to help."
"Yeronetatalk" your words slur together.
Without another word he lifts you from the chair and takes you to your room. As much as you want to protest, you can't, you're too drunk. He lays you in your bed and leaves for a few minutes. He returns with a gallon jug of water, a cup, a trash can, and some aspirin.
He pulls a chair up next to the bed and puts his head in his hands. He spends hours there with you, mostly asleep, but taking care of you when you're not, holding your hair back, urging you to drink water.
"I'm sorry." You hear him whisper when he thinks your asleep. "I didn't want this."
Your heart hurts. So does everything else. Your eyes open and he urges you to drink more water and take the aspirin.
"Dean," his eyes meet yours. "I'm sorry...for being reckless. I should have waited for you. You're right. But don't you dare blame me for what you did."
"I'm sorry too. I know it wasn't your fault that I did it for you. I just wanted you to leave so I wouldn't have to worry about losing you in the worst ways imaginable. I wanted you to run off and find a nice normal guy to settle down with and live a nice normal life. I've been....selfish. "
Again you're left speechless at the vulnerability that Dean is showing. He's finally talking to you again and dropping his innermost thoughts, it's dizzying.
"You're one of the most important people in my life, my best friend, I love you."
"Dean, I love you too, I never wanted to leave, you just made me feel like trash. Like nothing. I don't know what this means for our friendship, but you really fucking hurt me. Im not going anywhere though."
"I don't just love you as a friend. That's not what I meant." He whispers "but I understand, I wouldn't want to even be my friend after what I've done to you."
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The next day him and Sam leave to go take care of a simple haunting. They should only be gone a few days, a week at most with delays. You take the time to try and do things you enjoy. You relax. For the first time in months. Now you know everything, it still hurts, but you aren't in the dark anymore.
You use the time to think about what you want. You think about Dean saying the words you've wanted to hear for so long. Even after all that you are still in love with him too.
You spend the next four days mulling everything over, weighing all of your options, going through every scenario in your head. Every outcome.
This is the first time in the years that you've known him that Dean has ever done anything to purposely upset you. You understand why. Can you forgive him?
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You hear them return and rush to Dean's room to wait for him. You play with your fingers nervously as you sit on the bed, it feels like time slows as you wait.
"Oh, Hey." He says somewhat suspiciously as the door opens.
"Hey," a small smile graces your lips. "Can we talk?"
"Yeah....yeah. " he drops his duffle in the floor and sits next to you on the bed, suddenly finding his hands very interesting.
"I forgive you. You should forgive yourself too. Those were terrible people. They knew what they were sending those people into. They knew they would die."
He looks up to you in surprise, "They were still human though."
"They've led hundreds of people to their deaths, knowingly. Fuck them. I know you Dean. You wouldn't hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it."
"I did though... I hurt you."
"Okay, but you usually don't." You place your hand on his. His eyes meet yours before you continue, "That's why I forgive you."
"I don't deserve it."
"I think you do, so get over it and accept it because I'm in love with you too. You're never getting rid of me now."
"You can't be serious." You cup his face with your hands and pull him in for a gentle kiss which he eagerly returns.
"I am," you say pulling away, "get some rest, you're taking me out on a date later. And I want something fancy. Pick me up at eight."
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At exactly 8pm, Dean knocks on your door. He extends a single red rose when you open the door, a wide goofy grin adorns you face as you look him over in his suit. You take the rose and place it in the glass of water at your bedside before returning to him.
"You look beautiful. You always look beautiful." You look down as a blush comes to your cheeks.
"Thank you," you reach up on tip toes and kiss him on the cheek. "You look handsome as usual." You smile up at him.
"So, where are you taking me Mr. Winchester?" He extends an arm and you take it as he leads you to the garage.
"It's a surprise." He winks and your heart flutters.
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"Truth or Dare?" Dean asks you, it's your first night at the shelter and you and Dean are passing time with a game.
"Uhhhh, truth."
"What's your ideal date?"
"What an odd question from you," you laugh, "a picnic under the stars, dancing slow in the moonlight, maybe a bit of wine."
"That is so fucking sappy." Dean laughs and you stick your tongue out at him playfully.
"Whatever. Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"What's your ideal date?" You chuckle maniacally.
"Whatever gets me laid." He laughs heartily and you roll your eyes.
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"Close your eyes." Dean holds you hand as he drives, after about 15 minutes of driving the car comes to a stop and Dean takes your hand. Your confused when you step out and feel the crunch of gravel beneath your feet, after a short walk it turns to grass.
"Okay, open your eyes." Dean drops your hand and leans down to press play on a. Old boom box and Lady by Styx begins to play. You stand on a hilltop, a tree before you is covered in fairy lights, on the ground is a blanket that's been laid out, he sets a basket on the ground and gestures for you to sit. The moon is full, the sky is littered with stars, everything is perfect.
"I know it's not fancy like you said... But-"
"You remembered." You whisper, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"Of course I did." He smiles. You enjoy a charcuterie board, conversation, wine. You spend a while just enjoying each other's company, laying on the ground staring up at the stars. The tape that was playing finally ends and Dean switches to a new tape before standing up and extending his hand to you.
Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley begins to play and you take his hand. He helps you up and pulls you close, "dance with me?"
You nod your head, one hand clasped in his as the other rests on his chest. His other hand pulls you by the waiste, impossibly close. You sway slowly, looking up into his eyes. "You're so fucking sappy." You grin.
"Anything for you." He looks deep into your eyes before continuing, "I want to ask you something."
"Yeah?"
"Before I ask, I want to promise that I will always be honest with you from now on. I won't ever hide anything unless it's a really cool surprise for you."
"Okay," you giggle
"Will you be my girl?"
"Abso-fuckin-lutely." You bring him in for a kiss. It's soft and sweet, you feel a warmth flood through your body. "And I promise to try and not be so reckless."
He smiles and plants a quick peck on your lips before pulling away to get a velvety rectangular box out of his jacket pocket. He opens it in front of you and you can't help but laugh boisterously at his cheesy gift.
A dainty silver chain with a "D."
"You hate it." He says looking down.
"No, it's the cheesiest fucking thing and I absolutely adore it. Help me put it on!" He moves behind you and clasps it around your neck before snaking his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder. You rest one hand on his and cup his face with the other.
"I'm never taking this off." He gives you a little squeeze and sways with you to the next song that plays. "I love you dean." He hums contentedly.
"I love you too." He says softly before kissing your neck. A small moan escapes your lips and you feel him smirk into your neck. You tilt your head and allow him to continue and he takes the invitation with no hesitation. A shiver runs down your spine when he hits your pulse point and you turn in his arms tilting your head up just as his lips crash into yours.
đĽ
This kiss is deeper, voracious, his desire is evident in the way he holds you to him, and you're returning it right back to him.
"Dean," you pant after breaking the kiss, "do you think we'd get caught for public indecency out here?"
His eyes widen as he takes your meaning, "Babe, it'd be worth it even if we did."
You giggle as he backs you up against the tree and kisses down your body, when he's on his knees he looks up to you, "Tell me. Tell me what you want."
"I want you. I want to feel you inside of me, I want you to claim me."
"Fuck." He moans out before pushing his hands through the slit in your dress to remove your underwear. He shoves them in his pocket, "Those are mine now." He winks before hiking one leg over his shoulder, displaying your dripping cunt to him.
He immediately dives in, the obscene sounds of him devouring you mixed with both of your moans cut through the silence of the night. His hands gently caress your legs leaving a delightful tingle that causes you to shiver as the bark of the tree digs into your back with a pleasurable pinch of pain. He moves his focus to your clit as he allows a finger to prod your entrance.
"Yes, please, Dean..." You whisper breathlessly. He hums, sending a vibration through you and you can't help but buck into it. Your hands weave into his hair, gently pulling as you continue to roll your hips into him. He fully inserts his finger and curls it right against your sweet spot, eliciting a squeak of surprise from you that quickly turns to a moan.
He adds another finger and continues pumping them into you, moaning every time you pull his hair and grind against his face.
"Dean...fuck, just like that.... I'm gonna cum." Your cunt tightens, pulsing as your release hits and you cum hard on his fingers as he helps you ride it out. He immediately laps it up and removes his fingers. You moan as you watch him lick them clean. The lower half of his face is covered in your slick, igniting your desire to feel him again.
You grab the lapels of his jacket and yank him to you, his mouth finds yours again and you taste yourself on him. Your hand travels down his chest to the hard outline of his cock. You gently run a finger over it, teasing him until he's a shivering mess.
"Babe please." He whispers into your mouth. You make quick work of releasing him, he hikes your leg up, keeping one hand on your thigh as he lines up to your entrance. He slowly rolls his hips until he's fully inside of you.
He continues languidly rolling his hips, his free hand cups your face as his forehead rests against yours, his eyes firmly gazing into yours. The connection you feel is deeper than just the physical way your bodies are melding.
You call out his name in a breathy moan and his hips move a bit faster, "where?"
"Cum inside me, please Dean. I want to feel you."
"Fuck, you drive me wild. Cum with me." Your hand finds your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. Your eyes close involuntarily in bliss, "Eyes on me beautiful."
"Almost...."
Another wave of pleasure washes over you, you pulse and contract around Dean as you both cry out in pleasure. You feel him spill inside you with a few final languid thrusts. He stays there, cradling your face in his hand, catching his breath.
After his breathing steadies, he releases your leg and puts himself away. He takes one of the extra cloth napkins he brought and pours some water on it before getting on one knee in front of you. His hands guide your foot to rest on his leg to open you up to him once more and he cleans you up, lovingly planting kisses to your inner thigh.
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Voting for more hamilton content!!!
wash day, l. hamilton
pairing: he (lewis hamilton) x she (black fem oc) content: non-physical intimacy is just as important as physical intimacy. warnings: none. an: the girlies want lh content, so here we are! likes are cool, but we love reblogs and comments! let me know what you think <3
The soft pallets of her fingertips danced along his scalp. Her manicured nails brushed the sides of his temples, swiping away any beads of stress and insecurity that might have lingered longer than needed. Her gentle actions pulled a moan from his throat. She smiled softly.
A soft hum from the fan in the bathroom was the only sound that could be heard. That and the sloshing of the water in the tub when they moved ever so slightly.Â
She combed through the beautiful coils upon his head with her fingers carefully. With ease, the knots and tangles broke away. Strands of his hair fell upon her wrist as she raked through his locks.Â
Wash day was her favorite as much as it was his. It was a time for intimacy between them that did not require any sexual activity. Non-sexual intimacy was important. She stood by the sentiment and was willing to die on the hill most desired to climb upward in competition. There were important things, she noted, that deserved cultivation and just as much attention as learning her partnerâs body. If she was honest, she felt closer to him in moments like these compared to when his body was pressed against hers.
She easily remembered the first time she participated in wash day with him. She came over one Sunday afternoon and found him in the bathroom scrubbing away at his scalp with his shirt drenched in water. She vividly remembered giggling at his state and offering to lend a hand, which he desperately needed. Sure, some people did his hair for him, but he figured heâd try it out himself. He did learn, however, he enjoyed it when she did it. There was something about being trapped between her legs as she wrapped his ringlets around her fingers, that he couldnât get enough of.
âMy hands are starting to prune,â she admitted as she dropped her hands into the water. She swished her hands to remove the remnants of deep conditioner trapped between her fingers. âYou let this sit for a few minutes. Iâm gonna rinse off in the other shower.â
She pressed her hands against the floor of the tub to push her body up, but his hands against her thighs halted her movements. âMhm, stay.â His fingers danced along her calves.Â
âBy the time you get out, Iâll be waiting for you. I donât want to shrivel up,â she replied, tapping his shoulder. With a dissatisfied groan, he released her body from the trap he had her in. She pecked his neck as she stood to her feet.Â
His eyes were on her as she walked towards the rack that held her black towel. His eyes followed the droplets of water that slivered down her chest, to her hips, and down her brown legs. His tongue grazed over his lip. She sent him a wink before exiting the bathroom and starting towards the other one.Â
He joined her hardly ten minutes later. She jumped when she felt his hands on her hips. She turned in his arms, gently shoving his shoulder as a repercussion for scaring her. The playful scowl on her lips did nothing but only egg on his desire for her.Â
âSorry, baby,â he mumbled, drawing her wet body close to his. She hummed in response, allowing her lips to brush against his. Her teeth gently nipped along his bottom lip before capturing his mouth completely in a steam-filled kiss. She swallowed his quiet noises and broke away before his wandering hands spurred her on.Â
The warm water beating against them only intensified the heat burning between them. By the time the fire was extinguished, the water was as cold as a winter day, probing them to exit the shower.
âYou donât make yourself discreet at all,â she said while looking over her shoulder at her lover who smiled innocently. He was perched against the doorframe, a gray towel tied tightly around his waist. His damp hair leaked small droplets of water that slid down his bare chest. He smiled at her.Â
She shook her head and continued to moisturize. She slid on a clean shirt and underwear. She sat on their shared bed and ushered for him to get dressed so she could finish his hair.
âYou want two pieces left out or not?â she trailed off once he sat on the floor between her legs. Beside her was the âhair binâ filled with the creams, serums, gels, and oils they used on their thick locks.Â
âNo,â he replied, lifting his arms to place them on her thighs. His fingers drew imaginary doodles on her skin. Mumbling a quiet, âOkay,â she retrieved what she needed from the hair bin and began combing his hair softly.
Small conversations and little comments were made, but, a comfortable, silence dawned over them. She was focused on parting, moisturizing, and braiding his ringlets, and he was basking in the relaxation he felt. He nodded off a few times, only to be awoken by her giggles.
âIâm almost done, baby,â she assured. She took a nice amount of oil in her palms and rubbed them together, taking the time to massage his scalp softly. She ran her hands over his hair, watching as the curls jumped under her fingertips. She wiped her glistening hands on an old towel and then patted his shoulder.Â
âYouâre good to go. Tie it up.â She tossed a black durag at him, which he caught with easily.Â
âThank you, baby.â He kissed her gently. She smiled and pushed the hair bin to the side, making a mental note to put it away in the morning.
Tiredly, she pushed her body up the bed and swiped her scarf from underneath her pillow. It was silk and smelled like a variety of oils. She tied the fabric around her twisted hair and laid against the pillow. Just moments later he climbed in bed next to her. He was quick to engulf her in his arms and press a gentle kiss against her forehead.
âYou know I love you right?â
âMhm,â she hummed. âI love you too. Thatâs the only reason Iâll spend four hours doing your hair every month.��Â
âIâm lucky to have you,â he said in response. His words were muffled as his lips moved against her neck. She sighed softly at the feeling of the open-mouthed kisses against her neck and his hands against the flesh of her thighs.Â
âIâm lucky to have you,â she replied quietly. âand also lucky that wash day is over. Iâm going to bed; cuddle me.â
Lewis hummed and slid his hand beneath her shirt, palming the heavy flesh of her chest. âYes maâam.â
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Love your Durge she's fun and love the dynamic with Astarion she have. Do you plan to also draw some more durgetash with her or elaborate a bit on her relationship with Gortash?
Thank you anon! Iâm so glad you asked about this. I do plan to draw more Durgetash! In the meantime, here's an elaboration on how their romance began:
(Warning: includes mentions of sex and some minor spoilers for The Dark Urge.)Â
Gortash and Durge had been working together as platonic business associates for several months. Already they had made considerable progress on their plans to infiltrate the hells. Gortash had recently learned of a tiefling socialite who had valuable intel that they needed. She would be attending a prestigious gala held annually in the upper city. It was the kind of event that the elite used as a cover for bribes, lobbying, and all sorts of nefarious acts. Gortash's plan was simple: seduce the socialite while Durge provided any necessary back-up support.Â
Gortash insisted that Durge needed a cover name though. He couldnât very well call her The Dark Urge in front of high society people. Durge didn't really care and so left it for him to decide. He had affectionately started calling her a âdevilish elf.â That led him to the simple portmanteau of devil and elven:Â
Devlin.
At the event, Gortash saw his mark and began his elaborate courtship dance, leaving Devlin alone to entertain herself. In true goth kid form she loiters by the food and glowers at the guests. Back in those days, she viewed all mortals as mere cattle waiting to be slaughtered in her fatherâs name.
(A fun detail is that Cazador attends this event with a handful of his spawn including, you guessed it, Astarion! I think Devlin and Astarion share an inconsequential exchange over the buffet table.)
Gortash soon returns with his tiefling mark around his arm.
The lady asks if Devlin and Gortash are partners to which Devlin quickly answers in the affirmative. Sheâs unaware of the woman's more coy meaning. Gortash fears all of his hard work is lostâŚbut the socialite propositions them both for a threeway.Â
Gortash attempts to walk the offer back but to his complete and utter surprise--Devlin accepts.Â
The socialite leads them through the manor to a private room. Behind her, Gortash and Devlin whisper about what a bad idea this isâŚbut the competitive fools spur each other on. And neither of them can really resist the curiosity to see where the night will lead them.Â
Gortash tries to have some tact but Devlin is not one to dawdle. She takes the lead and starts lavishing the socialite in attention. (Oral...she's giving the lady oral) Gortash is a bit off his game but does eventually join in for the sake of the mission.
But both him and Devlin canât help but get a little lost in the fantasy.Â
When their pillow princess is good and spent, Gortash notices that Devlinâs eyes glow blood red. The urges overcome her and threaten to spill the blood of the vulnerable woman beneath her. Gortash obviously canât allow that to happen.Â
He steps in. She kisses him.Â
They fuck like animals. Â
For the next four years they share a highly physical relationship with occasional feelings. Durge specifically requests that Gortash call her Devlin during their time together. She hides behind that name while living a double life outside of her duties as The Dark Urge.Â
It's Orin who feels Durge pull away. She experiences Durgeâs absence as a form of abandonment (like a best friend who starts spending more time with their new paramour). That feeling of betrayal leads Orin to tadpole Durge and cascades into the events of the main game!
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Out curiosity whatâs your honest opinion of people getting there girlfriend/boyfriend name tattooed on a them?? Because honestly I think itâs bad luck.
haha there's definitely a superstition among artists that once you get your partner's / friend's name tattooed on you, the relationship is doomed. The craziest real life example I have of that happening is when I gave matching tattoos to a boyfriend and girlfriend who then went through a break-up so messy just a week later that it literally led to her getting a restraining order against him, which was NUTS (she's doing a lot better now tho which is great to see)
But also it's one of those things where it's just superstitions, a tattoo is a tattoo. I do generally recommend that people who get matching tattoos with their besties / tattoos of their partner's names / etc. do all the proper amount of thinking over it to ensure that it's not a last minute spur-of-the-moment decision and that their relationship is generally stable enough that they don't see it going anywhere any time soon. One thing I've been seeing people do more of is get 'matching' tattoos that are still perfectly fine on their own, so if the relationship does fall through, they still have a tattoo that stands on its own with its own meaning without needing the other half to make sense.
Shit happens though, tattoo or no. If you really want to get tattooed together as a fun outing and bonding experience between you and a partner / friend / etc. then ultimately it's your choice and superstitions be damned. Just make sure you weigh the pros and cons properly and that all the people involved are going in fully informed and aren't just getting dragged along into it! It can be hard to draw boundaries regarding something like matching tattoos because it usually involves at least one person being super excited to do it and it can be hard to say no to that, but at the end of the day it's your body that you have to live with for the rest of your life, so you need to make the decisions that are right for you and your skin (â˘Ěá´â˘Ě)Ů
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The dragon's Mistress (11)
11. King and Queen
MASTERLIST
Summary: You had known more about humiliation in the past months that youâd hope youâd known in a lifetimeÂ
Warnings: cursing, mentions of war, mentions of death, humiliation, use of the word bastard and traitor, incest, smut, breeding kink, from now on it will be adultery and sort of cheating, might miss some warnings
+18, MINORS DNI
Wordcount:Â 2.3k
Notes: shorter chapter, and a sad one too... anyways I wanted tog et this one out of my way hehe, now the dynamic is going to be different from before
Aemondâs heavy breath in your face soothed you in some way, as he kept ramming into you, drawing moans and whimpers from your mouth. He kissed you sloppily, and your nails scratched his back angrily, but that seemed to spur him on. He kissed your jaw and neck.
He kept pounding into you, making you whimperÂ
âMy Kingâ, you whisper mindlessly, and he smiled wickedly at you
âIâm going to breed youâ, he said, but it sounded more like threat, âIâm going to give you my children, and you will be the mother of the future Kingâ, he growled, and in the haze of pleasure you believed him, and even wanted it, desire it
He cummed inside you, like he always did, and then he threw himself over you, crushing you under his weight. But the weight calmed you, made you feel sickly protected
Until you remembered what day it was. He seemed to read your mind, and he lean back to gaze at your face.
âWe need to get readyâ, he whispered, caressing your cheek with devotion
âPlease donât make me goâ, you whispered, Aemond sighed, like he was tired of you, he lifted himself off of you and off the bed, and you seated on the bed, covering your naked body with the sheets as you saw Aemond put on his clothes he left in the floor of your room
âIt is a royal weddingâ, he said simply, and your eyes filled with tears again, âthe wedding of the century according to manyâ
âPleaseâ, you begged again, he looked at you, and only nodded. Unknown to you his mother had begged him to keep you out of all this, the mistress of the King being in his wedding ceremony was not going to look good, not for the family of the bride and not for the entire court. So, wanting to avoid drama and that nauseous look on his mother's face, he didnât fight you.Â
âif you rather be locked up in here, fineâ, he said bitterlyÂ
You were more relieved, but then, nausea hit you like a wild horse, make you scramble out of bed, finding the nearest pot, and throwing up in it, Aemond was on you in a second, taking your hair out of your face and caressing your back
âAre you alright? Are you ill?â, you only wiped your mouth with the back of your hand
âIâm fine my king, you donât have to worry about meâ, you whined
âYou are the only one I worry aboutâ, he whispered, leading you to sit on the bed, âI will go and fetch a maesterâ, he said gently
âYou should go and get ready for the weddingâ, you murmured
âI will do what I have toâ, he said stubbornly, and left you
He didnât show up again, but the maester did, he checked on you, gave you a simple tea for your weak stomach, claiming you felt nervous and that it gave you a sickness. So the tea was going to settle your stomach and then he left you alone.
Alone to hear the party that was going on in the castle and around it
You avoided Aemond like he was the winter fever when he started to talk about how boring where the preparations of his coming nuptials
Because he did tried to talk to you about it
How sick was that?
That Floris turned into some kind of monster that demanded these flowers, and this prayer, and this song, and this feast or this color⌠Had driven Aemond insane. You just listened to him and nodded, or hummed, not really caring, trying to think about anything but what he was saying
Each time he spoke of the wedding you wanted to throw up.
You could hear the celebration from your chambers, the music, the people gathering and cheering, it was driving you mad
But at the same timeâŚ
Everyone was distractedâŚ
Nobody was going to bother you today, not Aemond, not anyoneâŚ
This could be an opportunity you were never going to have againâŚ
You put on a comfortable dress, one you used for riding because you could put pants under it, and that is exactly what you did, you grabbed everything of value you had in a small purse, and then a cape. But as soon as you opened the door, there was a Kingâs GUard outside of it
âYour graceâ, he greeted, bowing slightly
âSer Steffonâ, Ser Steffon Mangold had been recruited for the Kingâs guard of Aegon II after half of the guard would have fled to back your motherâs claim. He was exceptionally good with not one but two swords, and his job was to care for Aemond, and now, apparently, you.
âMay I ask where are you going?â, he asked, you seemed to hear a tone of mockery in his voice, you only looked up to meet him
âThe Dragonpitâ, you said
âIâm afraid I canât allow you toâ, he whispered, âKing Regentâs ordersâ
âPleaseâ, he truly seemed sorry for you, but he still shook his head
âI'm sworn to the King, and I need to follow his commandâ, he said severely, and you only nodded, entering your rooms again.
But you couldnât give up, you remembered what Jacaerys told you, about the secret passageways installed deep within the castle walls
But where to find them?Â
You placed your hands in the wall, and pushed, then and there, everywhere, but nothing, there was nothing or rather, it was and now it was sealed shut, Aemond wasnât an idiot and Aegon was famous for sneaking out of the Red Keep, using the same passageways, they said Queen Helaenaâs children were murdered using said tunnels
Probably Aemond had them sealedÂ
So you opened the door ever so slightly, but to no use, the Kingsguard acknowledged you immediately
âYes, your grace?â, he asked, clearly Aemond had restored your title of princess
âPlease, Iâm hungry, can you fetch a maid?â, you asked him, and he looked back at you, mockingly
âDo you take me for a fool?â, he asked then
âI will tell the king you refusedâŚâ, he sighed, loudly
âVery well, is this is how you want to play itâ, he walked away from the door, and you, obviously, ran to the other side as soon as he turned the corner
It was silly, so silly it might actually workÂ
YOu only wanted to be at peaceâŚ
Was that too much to ask?
The only way to achieve that was to go away from the Keep, let them have it, your mother never wanted the crown anyways, you wouldnât be disappointing her in any case, shape or form, but Dragonstone wasnât far enough.
You had heard that Saera Targaryen, one of Kingâs Jaehaerys numerous daughters had run away to Pentos or one of the free cities, and had turned into a wealthy woman and lived freely, perhaps you could do the same.Â
The free cities it was then
a quick stop in Dragonstone to take some golden dragons from under the mian roomâs floorboards, and thenâŚ
Freedom
You ran hastily, the Red Keep was completely empty, everyone, including the staff must have been celebrating the Royal wedding
Your stomach twisted but you convinced yourself that the furthest you ran, the happies you were going to be.
You didnât need to sit the throne, or for your children to do it, you were going to honor your mother by living, you were your motherâs legacy, she was going to live through you and the children you were going to have.
Perhaps you could search for Saera, join her, you didnât know her, but you shared the blood of the dragon and that must count for something, right?
With all those things running through your head, you managed to reach the entrance of the castle that went through the courtyard, you didnât know who you were going to go past the guards and that huge guarded door, but perhaps only an intimidated look was going to be enoughÂ
And when you looked down the courtyard⌠IT WAS EMPTY!
You ran towards the exit, sprinted down the stairs⌠you were so close you could feel it.Â
But as soon as you touched the huge wooden doors, you felt someone pull you off of them
âNO!â, you screamed, and wiggled out of grip, but it was Iron tight
Steffon Mangold, the kingâs guard
âPLEASE!â, you cried, âlet me go!â
âI canât do thatâ, he seemed truly sorry as he started to pull you gently back towards the castle, âI canâtâ
âPleaseâ, you begged quietly, âI bet you are loyal towards the Baratheons?â, you offered, âIf I leave, you will never see me again, Floris will be the Queen, she wonât be humiliated!â, you said, âplease, I donât want to be his mistress, you can say I knocked you out with a stick or something, and ran away, you donât have to face any guilt, please, you will never see me again!â, you were back inside the hallwaysÂ
But he stopped, and made sure to look into your eyes
âIâm not loyal to that cuntâ, he growled, and that surprised you
âWho are you loyal to?â, you asked. He blinked, and his anger passed to be something else
âSomeone elseâ, he muttered, âI know you donât want this, but there is something bigger at play hereâ
âWhat?â, you asked, but he turned and keep dragging you towards your rooms
âI canât tell youâ, he say stubbornly, and kept walking, and you were now resigned, he didnât give you anything to go on, to hold onto any hope, he just dragged you back to your chambers, not before encountering the royal party, Aemond and Floris leading them, holding hands
It was only a second, in which Aemond looked upon you being dragged by your Kingâs guard, before you disappeared down the hallway
Your stomach twisted painfully, you were hungry you haven't eaten all day, but also, in disgustÂ
âPleaseâ, you begged one more time before you reached your rooms
âI canâtâ, he said, âbut trust me, everything is going to be alrightâ, you only shook your head
âPleaseâ, you begged, but he closed the door gently, but still⌠on your face.
When you turned, you saw the table was set for you. You guessed they took a serving from the wedding banquetÂ
You ate in an embarrassing pace, you were starving, luckily you were alone, but as soon as you took a pork chop, the strong smell caught you off guard, sickening you, and you threw it away like it burned, now you wanted to throw up like in the morning
So you washed it up with wine, and then you decided to take some fresh air, so you took a book and decided to sit on the balcony to read.
But your mind kept wanderingâŚ
Was there really something big at play here? you shook your head, you couldnât do that to yourself, you couldnât hold onto hope, what if there was nothing there? you were going to get your heart broken all over again⌠no⌠you had to ran away, it was the only way
You dozed off in the balcony, the sun was setting and you felt suddenly so tired, and you didn't understand why, so you walked back to the bed, disposed of your dress and just cuddled with yourself in your undergarmentsÂ
You didnât know how late it was, but you were woken up by the door opening, you almost jumped off the bed, scared, but from the light of the torches in the hallway, you clearly saw Aemond walking in, and you whimpered, you did not wanted to see him today
âMy King?â, you called, you didn't get to see his face, you only felt his heavy body land on the bed by your side and hugged you tightly against him
âWhy are you here?â, you asked to the darkness of the room
âI couldnât stand herâ, he muttered, and you only whimpered
âPlease my king, you shouldnât be hereâ, you cried, âyou should be with your wifeâ
âShe isnât youâ, bitter tears fell down your eyes
âPleaseâ, you begged, you wanted him to leave, you did not want all the court hating you, even though it was probably too late for thatÂ
âCall me Aemondâ, you felt it on his breath, he was drunk
âNoâ, you refused, turning in your bed, and you pushed him off of you, âyou need to be with your wife, please, leaveâ, you begged. but no matter the strength you put on your arms, he wouldnât budge, he just sighed
âI did itâ, he whispered, he was out of it, drunk, you had never seen him like this, âI consummate the marriageâ, that hurt, that truly hurt, he had been inside of her, and now he was laying next to you, you felt disgusted, âbut she isnât youâ
âYou married her, Aemond, it was your choice, now you have to endure itâ, you said angrily, chances where he was not going to remember anything tomorrow, âget out!â, you cried, bitter tear fell down your face, âget the fuck out!â
He sat on the edge of the bed in a messy movement, showing you his back, he leaned forward, you couldnât see him because it was dark and all, but it seemed like he used his mouth to stifle a whimper, but you were probably just dreaming
âGet outâ, you whined, and he just stood up from the bed, and left the room without another word
Tomorrow you were probably going to pay for that, but tonight, you were going to enjoy the fact that he was not going to be over you every night, he had a wife nowâŚ
But still you felt sickened to your stomach.Â
#misguidedmistress#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen x alys rivers#aemond x oc#aemond the kinslayer#aemond targaryen#targaryen!oc#targaryen!reader#hbo house of the dragon#house of the dragon#house targaryen
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Long ramble ahead
I've talked a bit about some things I liked, and mostly qotey, but I mentioned already that I adore phumpeem also, and this episode just spurred my love for their dynamic even more BECAUSE
THIS REACTION???????
THIS ONE AS WELL???
HOLD UP SOMEONE HOLD ME SOMEONE HOLD PHUM'S UNSTABLE ASS
For the love of everything on this planet I LOVED LIVED BREATHED FOR IT.
Not only because I adored how positive it was on both ends, but because of the differences and the genuine quality it gave me. The kiss was absolutely delightful, once again pondphuwin just delivered on that aspect, as they did throughout the entirely of Never Let Me Go.
BUT LISTEN Y'ALL
I just????? Fucking love???? HOW DIFFERENT PHUM AND PEEM EXPRESS THEIR LIKE TOWARDS EAC H OTHER
First of all I don't know how others feel about phum's character. Personally, I enjoy it very much. He has very visible flaws, emotional constipation in some aspects, but those in some way give way for other moments that just express how free he is with his feelings.
Because he likes Peem, and this episode he expressed it so openly that it gave me LIFE.
We don't know much about Phum yet, but he seems to have a complicated relationship with his parents. It gives the feelings that he lacked the affection he needed in the past. That, of course, leads to the attitude of seeking it so selfishly like he does with Peem.
And it's enjoyable to watch. He's a needy asshole, he's arrogant and he's attractive and he's attracted to Peem and he doesn't let ANY chance slip to get that attention that he wants. And even if it started in a rough way in the beginning, I genuinely think it's mostly because, for the most part, some people who never really had the attention they needed resort to getting it in very obnoxious manners later on. Phum is doing exactly that.
There are many things to talk about when it comes to Phum, and I hope that as the series goes on we get more from him, and good things while we are at it, but I just love how his crush developed. I loved that as soon as he realized he truly fucked up, he apologized THREE times, I love how remorseful he's looking in episode 6 when Peem's ruined painting is mentioned.
And I absolutely love how blunt he is with his feelings for Peem. He doesn't waste any time in episode 6. Not even caring if his friends catch on, if Peem's friends catch on. My man Phum is on a mission and he is RELENTLESS.
I think it gives me so much joy because they could have totally made a character like Phum, who is prideful and stubborn, hide his feelings behind teasing and this 'you are my slave' act that he puts forward. But instead, we got the softest smiles from him after the kiss. We got him coming into the art gallery TO TAKE PICTURES, TO START A CONVERSATION ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED.
We got him calling Peem adorable and pleading Peem to draw on a cup with him. He just wants LOVE. He wants it and as soon as he saw Peem reciprocated in some way it's like it exploded from him. And there's so much to say about it. God.
But Peem? Listen, I love it even more on Peem's side.
Not only did this man INITIATE THE FIRST KISS, the way he's processing these emotions are so funny AND SO REAL.
I loved it from the very beginning that we see that Peem is attracted by Phum as much as he's incensed with him. He admitted it - Phum is handsome, but he's an asshole. And that's real. As someone who fell for a person who I bickered with a lot at first, I had such joy watching Peem's way through his bond with Phum and how it developed.
Because Phum has his bad sides, and he seems to bring them up around Peem for that attentions and reactions it gets him, but when Phum goes soft? That's when his attractiveness and his personality clash in a way that seems to make Peem WEAK.
"You're so demanding, Peem," said softly had Peem BY THE THROAT. And I felt that.
Phum apologizing so softly, Phum eating Peem's atrocious cooking. Peem? Absolutely GONE for it. And that's certainly such a rushing feeling to have. Peem is clearly not experienced with relationships, and that just makes the fact that he initiated the kiss SO MUCH BETTER.
Because we know that he's not scared of showing his emotions. Even if he's a people pleaser, he's not a pushover. He kicked Phum's balls back into his goddamn body as soon as he had the chance. HE THREW A CHANCLA AT HIM.
Him going for the kiss when he felt the need to MAKES SENSE. it's wonderful.
And don't get me started on how often my man seemed to fantasize back to those soft moments with Phum. Don't get me started ON HIS CONVERSATION WITH Q this episode about affection and relationships and FUCK. Don't get me started on his gay panicked ass.
that's a ramble for another post. I feel like this is already too long and too incoherent. I jumped from so many topics but I have so many feelings for these two. As many as I have for Qtoey.
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Acrophilia - Venti x Reader (NSFW)
Content Warnings: Penetrative sex with Venti in the hands of the statue of Barbatos statue in Mondstat. Reader can be read as gender neutral. Porn without plot. Minors please do not interact with this post.
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The cool night air kissed your flushed skin as you looked down at Venti who was laying down on the carved marble of the Statue of Barbatosâ hands, looking up at you as though you descended straight from Celestia itself.
Funny how this was his statue and yet, here he was underneath you, practically worshiping the sight of you taking his cock so well.
âAh- ah, (Y-Y/N),â Venti whined as you slowed your movements to tease him, âP-Please, I canât-â
âShhh, Venti, your voice carries on the wind from up here,â you cooed as you sheathed his entire length inside of you, grinding against his hips in lazy circles, âIf youâre not careful, someone might hear us. You wouldnât want me to stop, would you?â
âN-No,â Venti breathlessly stuttered as his hands gripped your hips in pure desperation, âNo donât s-stop, mmn, please donât stop (Y/N).â
You smiled sweetly at him as you rewarded him with a slow, steady movement of your hips, eliciting a sharp hiss from him as his fingers dug into your soft flesh. His chest heaved as he struggled to keep quiet at the feeling of you riding him, little tremors of pleasure rippling through his body at your teasing movements. You could feel the wind pick up a little bit, making you smile as you knew that it was a byproduct of Ventiâs overstimulation.
âDidnât you ask me to tease you?â You feigned a sweet innocence as you brought your hips down harshly, making Venti choke on his own moan, âAnd all the way up on this statue, no less. What would the people of Mondstat think, seeing their god committing such lewd acts?â
The blush that was already covering his cheeks extended down his neck at your words, âF-Former Archon, (Y/N). Iâm not their- Nng!â
His protest was cut off with a groan as you sped up the movement of your hips, making you smirk down at him. Venti had always been a talker, it came naturally to him as a bard, but it was extremely satisfying to take the words out of his mouth for once. His bright eyes looked up at you, half lidded with lust as he watched the steady bounce of your hips as he struggled to keep composure.
âS-Shit, you feel so good,â Venti moaned as he couldnât help but buck up into you, drawing out a low moan from your lips before you could stop yourself.
âA-ah,â You breathed at the sensation of him twitching inside of you, making your toes curl, âY-You want me to ride you faster, hm?â
Venti gave a fervent nod, his hands gliding over every inch of your skin that he could reach, âP-Please, Iâm s-so close, I- mmm, I need you (Y/N).â
Your fingertips traced his swollen lips for a moment before you leaned down to trap him in a heated kiss, grinding against him for some desired friction before breaking away to properly ride his cock. Placing your hands on his chest for stability, you quickened the pace that your hips slammed down on him, your tight hole seeking to milk Venti completely dry.
His almost helpless whimpers spurred you to go faster as he begged, âJ-just like that, f-fuck- just like that. More, p-please please give me more-â
âF-fuck, Venti,â You found yourself whining as you worked your hips at a relentless pace, the wet squelching sounds of his cock pumping in and out of you mixing with the sounds of the wind that Mondstat was renowned for. Any other time you might have worried about anyone potentially wandering to the statue late at night and hearing the two of you, but at this moment you didnât care. Venti was laid out so nicely in the statue's hands as you rode him with reckless abandon while chasing after your own orgasm, how could you stop now?
â(Y/N), s-so close, Iâm so close,â Venti groaned, unable to hold himself back as he gripped you harder and timed his thrusts to match yours, making you roll your eyes back in ecstasy, âWhere do you want me, my windblume?â
You were barely able to stutter out a reply, your nails digging into Ventiâs chest as he worked himself deeper, âI-inside, I w-want you to cum inside.â
Venti grinned before his brows knitted together in concentration as he struggled to maintain his steady rhythm, his hips stuttering the closer he reached his climax. You werenât much better off yourself, your resolve to tease Venti going out the window as his length hammered into you.
âMmn, V-Venti, youâre s-so good to me, fuck,â You moaned as his hand buried itself into your hair, âIâm coming, c-coming-!â
The force of your orgasm made you clench around Ventiâs cock as you trembled, rushing him towards his own orgasm as he whined your name while spilling into you. Panting heavily, Venti gently pulled your face down to kiss your lips, not bothering to pull out of you as his cum dribbled down his shaft and your thigh.
He looked dazed and completely fucked out as he stared at you, caressing your cheek with a lopsided grin, âW-Wow, you were amazing, Windblume.â
You couldnât help but laugh at his expression, âIâll say, itâs written all over your face, Venti. But you were pretty good yourself,â You wiggled your hips teasingly, drawing a hiss from the former Archon.
âS-Still sensitive,â Venti breathed, his hands moving to keep you still.
âSo you donât want to make the most of our time up here?â You hummed as a mischievous glint flashed in your eyes, âYou usually have more stamina than this, Venti. If you just wanted a quickie, we could have done it in an easier place than in the hands of your statue.â
He pouted at your words, âWhat do you mean? You teased me for so long, itâs a miracle I lasted as long as I did!â
You quirked an eyebrow at him, âI guess that means I can get off your cock and start getting dressed then?â
ââŚYouâre more of a brat than I am,â Venti grumbled before rolling you underneath him. His eyes burned into yours as his thumb traced your bottom lip, âIf you want to see how long I can really last, then youâll get your wish.â
The look of determination on his face told you that it was his turn to make you a quivering mess. You were grateful that Venti had warmed the cold stone of the statue with his body, because you were in for a long night.
#genshin impact#genshin#genshin imagines#genshin headcanons#genshin x reader#reader insert#genshin imagine#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact imagine#genshin headcanon#venti#venti x reader#Venti smut#smut#not sfw
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What if the slashers kept a journal ?
Bo was taking care of one of the employees' carâwhich had a flat tireâwhen you decided it was the perfect time to do a round check of all the bedrooms. All of the slashers had to keep a journal and you thought it would be alright to just give it a quick look to see their progress.
However, Bo's journal seemed very well hidden and then, you found out that his desk was slightly off-centred. It was by palming haphazardly the underneath of his desk that you found the journalâhidden inside a secret compartment he had surely crafted himself.
"You clever clock.", you whistled admiratively with a proud smile. You then opened it and frowned as you noticed that the first page was blank...and the second...and the third. Why was it empty ?!
"Can I help ya ?"
You were surprised to hear Bo's voice behind you and quickly turned around. He eyed the journal in your hands and looked up at you before blinking several times. He seemed to catch up quickly on what you were doing by how guilty you looked.
"Anythin' interesting in there, nurse?"
However, instead of replying, you threw the journal on the bed scurried off of the room as quickly as you had entered it. As soon as the door was locked, he smiled and walked to his desk. He checked that his real journal was still thereâhidden underneath some mechanical engineering bookâand smiled when he realized it was...
He chuckled knowingly.
"Noisy lil' darlin'."
In Vincent's journal, there were merely animal pics and various unreadable scribbles. You couldn't possibly read the things written, so you focused on the photographs and smiled at the various subjects...until you arrived to the last days' entries. Now, you knew Vincent to be easily obsessed. He had once followed a bird for hoursâonly to draw a sketch of it. However, you had never seen him get obsessed over an actual human beingâuntil today.
There were only photographs of you.
You. Eating.
You. Talking.
You...Sleeping.
Oh...You blushed and promptly closed the journal before hiding it back underneath his pillow. However, when you turned aroundâyou fell face to face with Vincent.
He looked successively between you and his pillow and finally, it clicked. He tried stop say somethingâbut by then, you were already gone. You had snuck past him. He stood still for a second or two before re-opening the diary. He gently stroke the last photograph he had taken of youâsmiling at him.
It was his best one yet...
Sex jokes. So many sex jokes. You thought that man would take the time to write profound meaningful things ? Ah ! Joke's on you.
However, he smiled when he saw you reading his diary. He stayed there for a moment before creeping his way in and surprising you by suddenly pulling your head back.
"Haven't you heard the expression curiosity killed the cat, sweetheart ?", he asked with a threatening grin and you shrugged.
"Haven't you heard bastards usually get cooked ?", you shot back.
At this point, you didn't give a toss that he had caught youâwith the amount of garbage you had read. His whole brain needed to be purged in holy water.
"It doesn't make any sense.", he snarled and you offered him a sweet smile before taking a lighter on the table.
"Yes. It means let me go, Krueger...before I burn you somewhere that REALLY hurts.", you his in-between meaningfullyâbut it didn't seen to be efficient. It only spurred him on as he closed the door with his foot.
"Hmm...Nah. Don't think I will."
No need to say...Freddy got more than one additional burn that day.
Brahms was so discreetâyou didn't notice when he approached you from behind. He glanced at what page you were on and realized it was a part when he described you.
Curious. Nice. Beautiful...
You smiled at the compliments, but realized that he had missed the point of the exercise. It was to focus on himself and reach deep. However, Brahms didn't like people reading his secrets.
His chest heaved heavily and in a matter of seconds, your back was against the door and he had removed his mask. You wanted to read all about his secrets ? He would make you sing yours.
Jason mostly wrote random words he learned. He couldn't make full sentences yetâbut he mostly tried to write words and various emotions or actions of the day.
Cutting. Eating. Cooking.
He didn't like making sentencesâso he usually only writes down random words. He described people he met, places he went to and his feelings.
You smiled.
He might be the only one who had listened to you and tried to fill their journal with what they felt. You flipped quickly through the different entries until you reached the final one. You were then pleasantly surprised by finding a few sentences. But that pleasant feeling quickly disappeared when you read.
'Hello, mommy. I have friends now. I think you would like them. And I...I met someone. I think you'd like them too. They like us. They take care of us. I miss you. But I...I think I'll be alright.'
You let out a few tears as you imagined Jason writing those words. He had learned so much and you weren't afraid to say that you were proud of him. And you were sure his mother would be too if she could see him.
Michael could smell you. He knew you had been in his room and every single thing you touched. The scent lingered on his diary and on one page in particularâone he didn't think was that important.
It was a photograph. A photograph of all the slashers reunited on Christmas. It was also the only day Carrie and Sadako were allowed in the facility.
Jason had taken that photograph before giving it to Michael as a present. He is completely forgotten about it, but smiled faintly at the realization that you had chosen this page in particular made it special.
He sighed before sitting on his bed and closing the journal. He looked out at the garden where you were helping Freddy with the bad weed.
You looked so...perfect. And that made you precious in Michael's mindâbut also dangerous. He had this urge to protect you clashing with the need to kill you. It was exhausting to keep that last urge at bay, and he was afraid of what he might do if you were to ever know about his feelings...But, he wasn't worried.
You would never feel the same...right ?
Jack writes down everythingâand I mean everything. He can fill an entire book about his day. He also has a big memory and can remember the tiniest of details.
That was the reason why you had decided to read his entriesâin case he would have written something you had missed.
What you found inside made your eyes widen.
He had studied them all. And it wasn't just moments. It was fully-detailed portraits. Physical. Mental. Psychological...He had recorded ever trait, every change...And not only about the slashers or the other patients.
But the staff as well. And of course, you. You learnt that he had memorized everything to you taste of cake and the type of clothes you wore for every occasion. It was impressiveâbut also rather worrying.
"Well well...Wasn't expecting any visitors."
You turned around swiftly add found him standing there with a smug look on his face. He didn't seem to mind you reading his journal. He simply tilted his head with a knowing smirk and you let the journal fall to the floor before slowly backing away.
"I was just..." His eyes didn't leave yours before he stepped out of the way.
"Here you go, nurse. You can go."
You eyed the door suspiciously. Could you...really ? But, you didn't want to stay and askâso you walked out. Jack's eyes followed you until you were out of view before smiling and picking his journal back up.
New entry: Nurse Y/N doesn't seem to be very happy about being the studied subject for once...
Pennywise hadn't written anything. You were partly disappointed, but not that surprised. Pennywise didn't like sharingâand that was even with himself. He was complicated and he refused to acknowledge his own feelings.
But, that was okay.
You closed the diary and looked at Pennywise who was sitting in his favorite rocking chair and was staring ahead at things you couldn't fathom.
Maybe were there ghosts of his past ? You didn't know. Maybe would he open up some day. But, you'd wait until then.
They ran. They all ran. And I chased after them. Their little hearts pounded loudly in their chests as I trapped them. Their wide eyes fixed on me.
You had mainly a lot of notes on his time when he had to face the Losers' club. Penny was oddly specific on the gore details of his past kills. But, you needed to understand himâso you digged dipper.
You read everythingâeverything until you found something truly important.
I'm losing my memory...Pennywise says it's normal. But, I can't even remember who I was before. What was my name ? I think I was a clown...But, I don't know anymore. I think I had a daughter. But, I don't remember her name.
Penny was...losing his memory ? You looked up and saw him playing with the other younger slashers in the garden. He was smiling and carelessly chasing after them. But, what if...there was more to him than you had initially thought ?
Ghostface had refused to show his face to anyone. You had simply wanted to get to know him better. You knew that searching though his personal entries for answers wasn't really nurse-worthy...But, he refused to open up. However, before you could read as much as a few wordsâhe had grabbed the diary from your hands and pressed his knife against your throat.
"Now now...nursy. Spying ? That's not very ethical of you.", he teased and you closed your eyes.
He seemed pissed by the way his voice became slightly more high-pitched and you knew that you should be afraidâbut something else crossed your mind.
"What is you favorite scary movie ?", you muttered and Ghostface tilted his head quizzically.
"...What ?"
You slowly turned around to face him fully and he didn't stop you.
"That is the question you ask to all the patients. The question you always ask to everyone you meet. Are you...", you looked upâeven though you couldn't really judge his reaction. "...searching for someone ?"
Ghostface stayed uncharacteristically quiet for a moment before clenching his fists.
"Leave. Now.", he uttered in a quiet whisper and you didn't dare defy himâas you knew by the way he had suddenly tensed up that you weren't welcome anymore.
The moment you were out, he slammed the door and locked the door before removing his mask and throwing it to the ground angrily. He was was conflicted. He was ashamed that you had succeeded in seeing right through him so quickly. And, he couldn't tell youânot yet. He opened his diary and sighed. He couldn't tell you that the answer he was searching for was Psychose. 1960. His father's favorite scary movie.
It was the only information he hadâthat and that he was a patient in St Louis. He looked up at the ceiling and suddenly threw the diary in the fire heating up the room.
No one would know. He wouldn't risk it.
#fandoms#imagine#fanfic#pennywise 2017#pennywise 1990#pennywise x reader#slashers#michael myers x reader#freddy krueger x reader#jason voorhees x reader#brahms heelshire x reader#bo sinclair x reader#vincent sinclair x reader#jack torrance x reader#ghostface x reader
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a gift for @men-want-me-fish-fear-me !! it told me about its mpreg AU and got me thinking about the complications that would have for someone like Konrad
this one's a bit heavy on body image issues so please be in a good state of mind for this!!
please read the warnings!!
Character: Konrad Curze
Song Inspiration: Real Men - Mitski [YouTube] [Spotify] "Real men don't need other people / And real men suck it in / Real men don't flinch or bleed in public / Oh, I think I'm a real man."
Warnings:Â mpreg, pregnancy symptoms, self image issues, self-inflicted gore, lamenting dark realities, implication of potential non-con, mentions of infanticide
Word Count: 643
Konrad groaned as the weight shift nearly threw him off balance and crashing into the stones below. Had the nausea not been enough? Blackened nails and coarse fingertips drag over the sensitive flesh of his aching abdomen, the skin taut against the growing life beneath. The Night Haunter loathed his natural urges. Being bound to a biological clock beyond his control was one of the many gifts of his father that he would rather have ripped out long ago.
As if he hadnât already tried.Â
It was easy enough for him to sink his clawed finger tips deep into the putrid skin of his belly. The iron tang of blood spilled had only served to spur him on, ripping and tearing and pulling as the offending organ until it was nothing but fleshy pink viscera on the floor. How miserable it had been when it had not even taken a week for the gland to revive itself. The regenerative nature of primarch biology seemed to leave him no choice in the matter.
Righting himself on his perch, Konrad elected to take a break from his prowling to calm the waves of nausea washing over him. He would never get used to it. A zing of electricity shot up from his tailbone when he sat against the stone ledge, drawing a gasp from him, then several curses. He gently rubs the base of his spine to soothe the ache.
Konrad felt delicate. Every little action that he would normally perform without effort could prove to be too much on his pregnant body. Perhaps he would be fine with it if he chose when the urges to breed took him, but his genealogy couldnât even grant him that. Throne save the next helpless serf that wandered in his path when it kicked in, for Konrad knew their chances of survival were slim at best. This was a part of his fatherâs great vision? Bouncing on the cock of passers-by then birthing sons into a legion of murders and scum? It infuriated the primarch to no end. His only saving grace was that he never seemed to inflate to the size of his expecting brothers, remaining more gaunt and lithe.
Perhaps if he were Guilliman or Fulgrim, he could try to find an ounce of pride in bringing a new life into the world. Maybe then, he would see a purpose to all of the lost meals, cramping, and searing pain of the birthing process. Maybe then he wouldnât hate the changes to his body, losing the ability to bend and contort as he wished. Maybe then he would want to hold the boys as they came out and coo at them as his brothers did.
His legion would never be grateful for the effort he put in for them. He would spare all of his blood children the mercy of ever having to integrate into the Night Lords with a quick snap to the neck if they werenât always taken from him so quickly. Darling of his brothers to chain him down each and every time he neared emergence after they discovered the fates of the first several cycles. Fulgrim had been mortified hearing about how Konrad had disposed of the newborns like waste.
The Imperial Palace was always quiet at this time of night, nobles and Astartes alike turning in by this hour. Only Custodians remained, silent watchers they were (at least they could mind their own business), and his brothers would rarely come to check in on him. Konrad let out a weary sigh and tucked his legs the best he could against his swollen belly, protecting the fetus within. Emotions threatened to boil over in his chest, and Konrad Curze had to choke back a tired sob.
Things would be much easier if he didnât still love each of his sons anyway.
#the raven lady double posts#a midsummer miracle#cw pregnancy#cw mpreg#cw gore#konrad curze#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#warhammer 30k#primarch#warhammer fanfic#raven lady writings
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The amazing hanahaki Xie Lian art got me thinking about some things.
Honestly, I don't know much about hanahaki. I know the premise, I've read some fics about it, but one thing stood out to me.
It's scary.
It's an all-consuming love that grows from within, but a love you can't escape.
(And it's usually what scares me that gets me really curious and creative ahsjfkgll)
From what I understand, hanahaki happens when you love someone, but that love is unrequited. The more you fall in love, the worse the disease gets.
But, of course, with hualian, Hua Cheng is so in love with Xie Lian that it wouldn't even give Xie Lian the chance to develop the disease after they reconnect in the main timeline.
So how would Xie Lian get hanahaki?
Maybe it's the asexual in me, but can hanahaki disease grow from a love that is explicitly not romantic or sexual and can it be directed toward more than one person? Can it even be the result of dedicating oneself to an idea? A people? A nation?
Because if Xie Lian loves "the common people," and that is the thing that spurs on hanahaki disease for him, that's just... so sad. And also very intriguing. I will likely rotate this around in my brain for a while.
Also, I wonder if this will result with Xie Lian eventually meeting Hua Cheng and being very confused because. He loves him. He knows he does, and yet, why hasn't the disease hit him yet? Is something wrong?
Also, would this mean that Hua Cheng would never have gotten hanahaki himself because, to Xie Lian, Hong Hong'er is a representation of "the common people" he has dedicated himself to, body and soul? This would spare Hong Hong'er from hanahaki, especially if we're not restricting it to the romantic or sexual kinds of love (as Hua Cheng grows older) that needs to be requited. Or perhaps he has a diluted and survivable version of the disease as a result.
Although Hua Cheng loved Xie Lian in return when he was younger, his love was the love of one small and impercievable person, especially to a god, not the amalgamation of all loves from the entire world. And he therefore could not relieve Xie Lian of his suffering. This may inspire Hua Cheng to become stronger than anyone else. To catch Xie Lian's eye in anyway he can, and become his world.
Would Hua Cheng create cities of flowers to try and communicate, somehow and someway, that he has, and will always, love Xie Lian? Could it convey the beauty and agony he's felt despite him not bearing the brunt of hanahaki?
Mmm, yes, much to think about.
*here's the art!
#frog rambles#im not historically a hanahaki enjoyer#(but i respect it totally)#that said if i can put twists and turns on it i know ill have an absolute field day with it#tgcf
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Second part of the thing I did. This one is more porny. Soft dom Zev, Rolan on his knees... đłď¸âđ
As you weave your way through the darkness, heading toward the river, you reflect on everything that has happened since the fall of Elturel. That city had been restored, but your people had been blamed, and you were no longer welcome. It made little difference to you. Youâd rarely felt welcome anywhere until Cal and Lia decided that you would be their brother, and share in their love. But Zevlor, also, had always been there. He had broken his Paladin oath to keep you all safe, to protect you. Abandoning his city, his post, his duty and his gods, choosing to lead a pack of feeble refugees into the wilderness to find a new home for you all. You owed him everything, more than any of you could ever repay. But he asks for nothing in return. His life has been nothing but pain since then. You want to give him what heâd given you. A feeling of belonging. Of comfort. Your body and your feeble skills are a meagre offering, but you will give gladly, if he will only accept. The kiss, earlier, burns in your mind. The heat and power of him, the staggering effect he has on you. You have never wanted another person this badly, and the longing to give him pleasure spurs you onward despite your nervousness. You will not measure up. You canât. But by all the gods above and below, you will try.
He is there. You see him in the distance by the soft gleam of moonlight on his horns, the pale streak of the white shirt he wears. He is out of armor for the first time in weeks, standing at the waterâs edge, his back to you. His head is bowed, hands curled at his sides, shoulders seeming tense. You call his name when you draw closer, but heâs already turning, sensing your approach. Sneaking up on Zevlor would be no easier then besting him in combat. The nobles of Elturel has driven out their greatest treasure, their most devoted servant, to slog along a dirty dangerous road, caring for people who did not deserve his loyalty. People like you. You feel shame again at how you had treated the dignified older man, but youâre here to make that better, if you can.
He smooths his shirt when you draw near, touching his hair, his horns, looking quite nervous. Your own heart is beating like a trip hammer, and you think you know how he feels. âYou came,â is all he says before turning again to study the reflection of the moon on the dark water.
You smile as you reach him, taking his hand and standing next to him, remaining silent, enjoying his closeness. The moment stretches, and you feel more comfortable the longer he presses your hand. âI couldnât stay away,â you whisper finally. âDo you want to talk about this? I donât really need to, but if youâre apprehensiveâŚâ
He glances at you and sighs. âI must admit⌠yes, I am. This⌠these feelings. I never imagined that I would allow anyone to affect me like this again. I thought all that behind me. My purposeâŚâ
âYes, I think I see. Zevlor, I want this. I want to spend the night with you. But I wonât push you if youâre not ready. I thought it might make you feel⌠but I have to tell you, I have little experience. Some, but rather outdated. There have been other more pressing concerns than⌠that.â
He looks at you again and this time he holds your eyes. âFor me as well. Perhaps at one timeâŚâ He chuckles softly, âBut I know how to please a man. I can still make this good for you. I may be a bit rusty, but if you will only tell me what you enjoy, I will do anything you want. But let me lead. Please. I am more comfortable...â
You grin at him, lowering your head. âYou like to be in charge. I have no problem with that. And I have a feeling I will enjoy anything you do to me. Put me on my knees. Let me call you Commander. I know I act like I have everything handled, but usually Iâm just fumbling for purchase, for my place in the world. For tonight, you can control my body.â
He looks rather startled for a moment. Understandable, given your previous aggression, but then he smiles, âThen I will do my best to liberate you. Come, there is a place nearby.â He turns then and leads you away from the shimmering river into a deeper darkness beneath a copse of trees. There seems to be the unspoken agreement between you that this remain secret, but you donât mind that. He has placed a bedroll there, and he stops, turning to catch you by the back of the neck and drawing you to him. His mouth covers yours and now he is not hesitant, but confident, the kiss almost fierce, so great is his need. You moan, melting in his strong grasp, releasing your tension and putting yourself completely in his hands. His tongue plunges between your lips, his other arm curling around you and pulling you against him hard. You feel your cock start to stiffen immediately. The shy, reserved man is gone. This is the Hellrider, the Zevlor you once knew and secretly fantasized about, the one youâd heard the older folks mention in hushed tones as a miracle worker in the bedroom as well as on the battlefield. His kiss is hot, hungry, and he pulls the tie from your hair and grips a handful, pulling your head back so he can kiss and lick your neck. Every shred of hard-won poise deserts you then, and you whimper, clutching at him, pushing your pelvis forward, wanting to feel every inch of his solid, muscular body. You feel his sharp teeth nick your skin. âMay I?â You nod, begging for his bite, and he sinks the fangs deep, drawing blood and a sharp cry from you. He holds you while you twitch, licking at the wound, then lifts his head and reclaims your mouth, coiling his long tongue around yours. He is not much bigger than you, but harder, stronger, with more infernal blood, and his tongue is deeply forked while yours is only lightly indented. You feel the power of that heritage when he pulls your head back again and grins. âTake off your clothes.â
He releases you and you step back, hastening to shrug out of your robe and underthings, and you shiver with delight when he looks you up and down with seeming approval. He pulls his own shirt off and your breath catches. It is dark, but your night vision is good, and you let your eyes trace every ripple of muscle, every ridge, every deep slashing scar on his beautiful torso. The Commander is modest around others, and youâd never seen him shirtless before. You start to approach, wanting to touch him, but he holds up his hand and you halt, trembling.
âOn your knees.â You hit the ground almost before you can think, the weight of his command overwhelming, desiring nothing more than to obey, to please him. âDo you want to taste me?â
âYes, Commander. Yes, please. Iâve dreamed of this.â His authority sets you on fire and you reach around behind him to release the clasp of his pants and drag them down his heavy thighs. His scent hits your nose when his hard shaft springs free, clean and fresh, but with a hint of something more. Dark, spice, animal. You groan when he tangles his fingers in your hair and allows you to lavish the length and crown of him with your tongue, kissing, licking, needing his taste. You had never particularly enjoyed this in the past, hadnât been very good at it, but tonight your own cock twitches in sympathy when he eases into your mouth. You grip his hips, opening, letting him sink deeper until heâs lodged in your throat. Heâs quite large, but you have a wide mouth and you are able to take him with only a little strain. Despite his show of dominance, he is still being careful, not pushing you too hard, and his deep groan is beautiful to your ears. The idea that you are drawing such a sound from him winds the tension in your groin near to the breaking point.
He seems to notice your crisis and growls, âyou can touch yourself while you suck me if you want.â But you donât release his hips, instead simply letting him pull your head back and then hold you still, pumping into your throat again and again, slowly, dragging the ridges of his length against your tongue, making your eyes water. You donât need to touch yourself. You are already close enough, and when he loses himself a little and shoves deeper with a growl, you gasp through your nose and release onto the ground, shuddering and moaning. He continues for a few more seconds before pulling you off of him and looking down at you, stroking your hair. âDid⌠Rolan, did you come just from that?â
You close your eyes, licking your lips to savor his taste. âYes I did. You⌠itâs so good. Wanted this so badly.â It is liberating, to allow him control, to know that he is going to use you, without you having to think, having to perform.
He chuckles. âGood boy.â You smile at the praise, feeling warm and content. âMy, you are enjoying this. Who would have thought⌠do you want to continue?â
âFuck yes. I want to make you feel good. Want to make you come. Use me, Commander, please.â
He growls again and grabs both of your horns, pulling you back down his cock, and starts to fuck your mouth more vigorously, challenging you to keep your breathing controlled and your teeth away from his skin.
âOh gods, yes⌠fuck, Rolan. So good⌠youâre doing so well⌠suck a little harder⌠oh fuck yes yes just like that⌠close, going to come down your throat. Thatâs it, you can take it. Just a little more.â His words are magical, his moans and whimpers delectable, his smell and taste and the feel of him yanking on your horns making you hard again, wanting him to spill into your mouth, wanting his pleasure, needing it. You feel his cock swell, twitching, and then he cries out, forcing your face to his belly and filling your throat with hot spurts of his seed. You choke a little but control yourself, managing to swallow every drop. He gasps and snatches his hands away, but you rise slowly, drawing his climax out until heâs shaking and whimpering, fisting his hands at his sides. You finally release him with a sharp pop and grin, looking up. He pants, eyes blazing, and then groans and stumbles to the bedroll, dropping down on it and lying on his back. You follow, stretching out beside him and caressing his chest.
Eventually he turns a bit and kisses you, pressing his forehead to yours with his eyes closed. âThat was incredible,â he whispers, âI havenât felt anything like that in more than a decade. I still have no idea why youâre here, but I am glad I did not lose my nerve. It was a near thing, you know. I was going to send you away and come over here, get myself off, and go to sleep. But you were so sweet, holding my hand. So prettyâŚâ
You snort, âthat doesnât sound like much fun. Iâm happy that my own courage didnât fail me. And Iâm glad you enjoyed it. I wanted to be able to do this for you. To make you feel good. At first, I really just wanted you to fuck me, but this was so good that I am certainly not disappointed. We can do that another night if we get the chance.â
His eyes open then, and he raises his brows, âOh, sweet boy. You think Iâm finished?â He laughs and sits up, reaching for a bottle of water and taking a long drink before handing it to you. He bites his lip, grinning and looking you over as you sip. âI may be getting up in years, but I think I can outlast a cranky little wizard. I would still like your pretty ass, if you think you can take it.â His smile grows darker. âIâm not sure you can.â
You hear the challenge in his voice and growl. âYeah, yeah, I know. My jaw is already aching a bit and I probably wonât be able to walk properly afterward, but thatâs what Iâm here for. Iâve been so fucking stressed⌠I think if you pound me until I canât see straight it might improve my mood. At least for a little while.â You think it also might serve as a personal penance for how you behaved toward him earlier, but you donât mention that.
He chuckles and shakes his head, âyou make a convincing case. Weâll have to get you ready first. Iâve been told I can be a little⌠intense⌠when Iâm doing that. And I know Iâm a bit bigger than average, but if we start slowly, I will be more than happy to fuck the attitude out of you.â
#zevlor#bg3 zevlor#zevlor bg3#nsft#zevlovers#bg3 rolan#rolan#rolan bg3#holy rolan empire#rolan x zevlor#zevlor x rolan#zevlor going from nervous to dommy just does something for me#not sorry
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Ooo I would love to see some cute kiss scenes for trio of towns weekend! How about
Prompt #4 An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another on purpose, with Wayne and Hinata?
Another prompt for the Trio of Towns weekend!
This one was fun! I've never written Hinata/Wayne, but they could compel me as a ship. Might have to explore this one a little more.
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They had been looking for a reason to get together for a bonfire. The season was perfect for it. Summer was beginning to turn to autumn and while the days were warm, the nights held a slight nip in the air. Nothing uncomfortable, but perfect for getting chased away by a warm drink, or a crackling fire.
When Hinata had been cast as leading man in his next play, Wayne suddenly found the perfect excuse fallen into his lap. A small celebration to congratulate a friend was a good enough excuse to get their friends together for an evening.
He prepared everything, gathering the firewood, preparing snacks and drinks, passing around invitations to their friends. It wasnât a formal party, people could come and go as they pleased, or as their schedules demanded. All in all it was a successful evening. Plenty of laughter and song. The food never ran low, the drinks were always cold, and the company was most excellent. There were even some congratulatory toasts to Hinata, which the aspiring actor accepted with the grace (and speech) of one winning a Tony. Spurring some thrown popcorn and joking heckling from his audience.
Now, the bonfire was almost burnt down to embers. Nearly everyone was gone, the early risers heading off for a reasonable bed time. Wayne and Hinata were the last two left, neither having to work the next day so they could stay out later than usual. They sat on opposite sides of the fire, lapsed into comfortable silence.
Hinata stretched and leaned back. âGreat party, Wayne. Thanks for putting it all together.â
Wayne smiled, poking at the fire. âThanks for giving me an excuse to have folks over. Been wanting to do this for a while now.â He looked skyward and his smile broadened. âGorgeous night for it too. Not a cloud in the sky. Perfect night for stargazing.â
âYeah?â Hinata looked up, staring at the sky. âNever got into stargazing, much. My brothers used to tease me all the time about having my head in the clouds. Didnât need to go chasing the stars too.â He chuckled. âTurns out I decided to chase stardom instead.â
Wayne sighed contentedly. âOne of my favorite parts of livinâ out here is how clear our night sky is. No light pollution to speak of.â
âI think I remember a couple major stars⌠thatâs the North Star, right?â Hinata pointed into the sky.
âYouâre pointing south, bud.â Wayn laughed. âPolaris is up behind you.â
Hinata turned, trying to see which of the many stars overhead Wayne was pointing at. They went back and forth for a minute, Wayne trying to tell him how to find the Big Dipper and then find the North Star from it, but Hinata just could not see it.
âHang on, scooch over. I need to see from your perspective.â He walked over and sat down next to Wayne, scooting as close up against him as possible, propping his chin on Wayneâs shoulder and looking straight up his pointing arm. âShow me again.â
Wayne tilted his head to try and match Hinataâs angle, and then pointed out the stars again. âSee those four stars, you can draw lines and make them into a box. Now from this corner, follow the line of stars up, thereâs the handle. See? Thatâs the Big Dipper.â
âOh! I see it now!â Hinata breathed out in excitement.
âGreat! Now, from the opposite corner of the top of the dipper, draw a line straight out to that bright star. Thatâs Polaris. It makes the end of the handle for the Little Dipper.â
Hinata gasped. âI see it! Oh man, thatâs so cool! Iâve never been able to ââ
He had turned his head at the same time Wayne had turned to look at him. Given their closeness, the fact that they were practically cheek-to-cheek, close enough they could feel the scratch of each otherâs stubble and the warmth of their breath on their skin. And when theyâd turned their heads, their lips brushed. Just a touch, just enough contact for them both to realize what had happened, and then jerk away.
âS-sorry,â Wayne muttered. In the low light of the fire, he knew the blush creeping across his cheeks wasnât visible, but his face felt hot all the same.
âNo, itâs okay,â Hinata quickly insisted with a small smile and laugh. âNot the first guy Iâve kissed. Even on accident.â
And a thought occurred to Hinata in that moment, as he watched Wayne deal with the flustered moment. There was no denying Wayne was a handsome man. Women flocked to him, and even resolutely straight men couldnât help but admit there was just something about the postmanâs charm they found hard to resist. Hinata had thought more than once about how heâd take the opportunity to kiss Wayne, if the opportunity presented itself, but it had never really been more than a passing fancy. As far as he knew, Wayne was not inclined to kissing men, though truthfully, he seemed disinclined to kissing anyone. He didnât mind the female attention he garnered, but he never reciprocated the attention beyond what good manners required.
But goodness, now that the opportunity had presented itself, Hinata could think of nothing else but leaning in again and cupping his hands around Wayneâs face and pulling him in for another kiss.
And in that split-second pause of thought, that moment between breaths when time stood still while the mind raced, Hinata saw something change behind Wayneâs eyes. A shift from surprise to curiosity to desire, and if he was a betting man, he would have put money on Wayne having almost the same train of through Hinata was having.
And he would have been correct. Wayne was having his own rapid flashes of thought, of how heâd always admired Hinata, how they were good friends, how he made Wayne laugh, how his boundless optimism constantly endeared Hinata to Wayne. And how very suddenly, he realized that he might quite like to actually kiss him for real this time.
And at the same time, they both spoke.
âDâyou?â
âCan we?â
And they smiled as they realized what they were both asking, and the answer was an enthusiastic âyes!â And they leaned into each other. Hands bumping awkwardly as they both reached for the other, pausing just a hairâs breadth away. And they kissed. Once more with feeling.
#replies#ask box games#kiss prompts#story of seasons#trio of towns#sos 3ot#writing prompts#story of seasons trio of towns
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I am going to continue being a fervent Daniil apologist because Iâve always been bothered by the Bachelor Ending, because Daniil isnât even present for it. The Utopian Ending reads as the triumph of the Kains, and Maria in particular, which Iâm sure the Kains intended. I particularly want to focus on the Kains treating Daniil as their heir; the Kains seemingly knew there was calamity on the horizon, one that would threaten the Polyhedron, and so needed someone to preserve their lifeâs work and legacy.Â
This is first suggested in the Bachelor Route, when Victor tells Daniil âThe cause of Simonâs death is much too significant. It seems we are on the brink of a realization that will be a death warrant to all of usâand, more importantly, to our lifeâs work. Georgiy wants to exhaust all possibilities of finding proof that he is mistaken.â This line is mirrored by Georgiy in the Changeling Route, when she can ask him about Simonâs murder. Abridged dialogue:Â
> Why are you afraid they'd escape? *
Georgiy Kain: ... No human being could have killed Simon. He was killed by a creature of supernatural powers.
> And you want to know what the creature looks like? *
Georgiy Kain: ... No. I want to know what power it wields [...]Â I will try to keep believing that his death was an accident. For as long as I can keep this belief alive, I'll be able to strive for our creation to flourish as it always did.
Victor and Georgiy imply that Simonâs death/the plague pose a threat to the Polyhedron, while Maria confirms that the Kains anticipated disaster:Â âPlague... and to think that all those years we were expecting an earthquake...â Â
Daniil was a perfect choice for the Kains; his idealism and desire to push the bounds of possibility would draw him to the Polyhedron, and he was in a vulnerable position when he arrivedâhe essentially depended on them, as he needed Simon to protect his lifeâs work and presumably save his colleagues from persecution. The Kains are well-aware of this, as Georgiy says that the Kains are âwell acquainted with your scholarly work. We are also quite aware of the difficulties you are experiencing and well-prepared to do our utmost to support you.â The Kains know whatâs at stake for Daniil, so it seems purposeful that Georgiy rubs salt in the wound about how Simonâs murder was connected to Daniilâs arrival; that it was a message intended just for him, and only Daniil can bring Simonâs murderer to justice. But that âonly you can help usâ sentiment doesnât seem spurred-on by Simonâs âmurder,â as Victor tells Daniil, âWe put too many hopes in your arrival. The echo of these hopes has lead [Georgiy] to offer you a rather intricate conundrum to solve.â To me, this implies that the Kains wanted Daniil to solve Simonâs murder because of their previous expectations for him. I think those aforementioned hopes were that Daniil would preserve their legacy, which is first suggested on Day 3:Â
Stanislav Rubin: What kind of relationship you have with the Kains, colleague?
> Friendly, I would say.
> I'd say our relationship is rather tense. *
Stanislav Rubin: Is that so? They don't seem to know anything about it. Both Georgiy and Victor speak of you with sympathy and respect. I was told they treat you like a friend; a brother; a son... Some people go as far as to say they will make you heir to their family!
And lo and behold, on Day 9 Victor asks, âWould you be willing to watch over... no, not over us, but over the garden which we have spent all our lives growing?â Even more damning, when on Day 10, Simonified Georgiy says, âYes, you are exactly as I imagined. My boy, when Isidor described you to me... I knew that this is the way I would like my heir to be.â It might just be the translation (my Russian is not nuanced enough to check the original) but that switch between past and present feels intentional. If Simon had said â...that this was,â his statement would be more I would want an heir like you, whereas the present tense implies that Simon chose him as an heir. Grammar aside, the line still seems like an admission from Simon that he intended Daniil is be his heir and protect the Kainsâ legacy; likely because they knew the Polyhedron was at risk and that their number was up (Maria says that only Kaspar will survive the next decade). So perhaps when Isidor came to Simon asking him to help this doctor hellbent on beating death, Simon decided Daniil was The One. Â
The point of this tirade was once again because Iâm distraught over Daniil D Dankovsky and his gauntlet of misery. While I donât think Clara or Artemy necessarily have âbetterâ endings, their ends at least feel like theirs. And what if I cried and screamed and threw up because Daniil, the healer most deprived of agency, is the most upset about being a doll. I know his and Artemyâs dialogues about this are identical to a point but where they diverge, Artemy says it doesnât matter, but Daniil insists âWell, it matters to me!â (and oh. do I have thoughts about that.) This is why I love Daniil choosing the Termite ending, as itâs a definitive choice he can make that doesnât play into the Kainsâ hands. If Daniil destroys the Polyhedron, he gets to strike back against inevitability, what he spent all his life striving to do, and that fells like a well-deserved if meagre victory for himÂ
#do I think the Kains are responsible for the plague well yes but actually no but yeah#I trust Katerina.#but I'm still a Victor Kain enjoyer#I contain multitudes#pathologic#patho classic#daniil dankovsky#patho.txt
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Break The Sound Barrier
Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox
Summary: When the emails leak, there's only one place Alex needs to be...
A/N: GO WATCH THIS MOVIE IF YOU HAVE PRIME!!!!! I had to expand on this particular scene, I just had to
(I've been writing some multi-chapter fics for firstprince over on AO3 if anyone's intersted!)
âYou know what? Iâm coming to London tonight. Just hold on until I get there. Weâll figure this out. As soon as the words left Alexâs mouth, Henry had been restless. Pacing the halls, organizing and reorganizing his bookshelf, weeding out Davidâs toys, trying (and failing) to throw out the old ones (how could he, when he literally gave him puppy-dog eyes?), mind numbing tasks to distract him from the literal ocean separating him from the man he loved when he needed him most.
After three hours, Henry had taken to staring out the window like a war-era woman waiting for her husband to return from war. Then a car pulled up to the gates, and Henry thought he might throw himself out the window to get to Alex faster. But he settled for hurrying from his perch, down the stairs, andâŚ.There he was. His Alex, his love, he was here. Henry was barreling down the stairs, Alex was running up them, and they met in the middle, crashing into each other, clinging to each other desperately. Â
They sank to the ground, in the middle of the stairs, wrapped in each otherâs arms. Henry was holding Alex like he might evaporate if he let go, and Alex was holding Henry like he wanted to shelter him from the world, like he wanted nothing more than to protect him from anything and everything. Finally, Alex spoke. âIâm here, baby,â he whispered, and Henry shattered, turning his face into Alexâs neck and sobbing.
Alex tightened his arms around him, kissing the top of his head. âIâm sorry,â Henry cried. âIâm so sorry.â âBaby, Henry, no. You have nothing to be sorry for. None of this is either of our faults, baby.â Henry only sniffled, keeping his face buried in Alexâs shoulder. âHenry, look at me.â Slowly, he lifted his head, and Alexâs heart cracked seeing his puffy and red-rimmed eyes. âBaby,â Alex cooed, wiping tears from Henryâs cheeks, pressing a kiss to his forehead. âWhatever happens next, Iâm with you. I love you, Henry, and Iâll fight for you.â
âI love you too,â Henry replied. âGod, I love you. ButâŚIâm scared, Alex.â Alex nodded, resting his forehead against Henryâs. âIâm scared too, baby. But Iâve got you, whatever they try to throw at us. Because I love you so fucking much, Hen, andâŚ.I feel forever about you.â Henry nodded, fresh tears welling up. But these were happy tears, spurred on by Alexâs appearance, his willingness to be here, to fight for him. And Henry, well, he felt forever about him too.
After a few minutes, Alex coaxed Henry to his feet and shepherded him back to his rooms, where they barely managed to climb into bed before Henry was wrapped around Alex like a vine. Henry was exhausted, and being in Alexâs arms was like a sedative. Yet he was reluctant to sleep, fearing that when he woke, Alex would be gone. âGo to sleep, baby,â he whispered, smoothing Henryâs hair back from his face. âI promise, Iâm not going anywhere.â
Eventually, Henry nodded off, and for the first time in weeks, he slept soundly. When he woke, Alexâs arms were no longer around him, but there was still a warm presence at his side. When Henry opened his eyes, it was to find Alex propped up against the headboard, David curled in his lap. âMorning, baby,â Alex said, a warm smile on his face. âI hate to break it to you, but I think your dog loves me more.â Henry rolled over, propping himself up on an elbow.
âWell, he does take after me, and I do love you very much.â He sat up further, pressing a kiss to Alexâs lips, drawing a huff from David, whoâd been squished between them. Henry cuddled into Alexâs side, who pulled him close, kissing his temple. âIâm scared people will hate me now,â Henry admitted, one hand stroking Davidâs fur, the other linking with Alexâs. âThey call me âThe Prince of Englandâs Heartsâ. Now that they knowâŚ.I donât know.â
âWellâŚ.youâre the king of my heart, thatâs gotta count for something, right?â It took Henry a moment, then he was laughing. âDid you just call me a Taylor Swift song?â âMaybe,â Alex replied, laughing now too. âItâs not my fault her songs seem to fit our life so well!â Henry smiled, pressing a kiss to Alexâs cheek. âWeâll be alright, wonât we?â he asked, and Alex nodded, squeezing his hand tightly. âYeah, baby. We will.â
#firstprince#alex claremont diaz x henry fox#rwrb fanfiction#rwrb#red white and royal blue#firstprince fluff
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