#not sexually combative or calculating

[catfishofoldin99colours]

Watching a video essay on how arcane S1 writes women and in the first segment alone compares Mel to Arwen as being better and more interesting cos she has more agency than Arwen, saying Arwen is pulled around by the plot and at the whims of the decisions of the male characters WHEN ARWEN'S MAIN FUCKING PART IN THE FILMS IS THAT SHE CHOOSES A MORTAL LIFE WITH ARAGORN????? HELLO????? CAN YOU FUCKING READ???? WHAT ABOUT THAT IS NOT TO DO WITH AGENCY????

(Are there cricitisms to my made about her film writing and writing in general, yes! Is this a valid one? Not in the way it's used here!)

Anyway already removed my faith in anything this guy has to say cos holy shit you do Not understand lord of the rings. Shut up.

[arrenlebanen777]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS/ RANDOM EDITION +18

♅ Im very impressed by the beauty of Cancer risings. ♅ And also very impressed by Cancer freakiness. ♅ Remember knowing astrology should be bonus since you can see hidden influences and energies that usually rules people uncounciously. ♅ Mars conjunct/parallel Daitarabochi(8551): Very violent person if its pushed, dark desires, attracted to taboo and dark things, and usually can be intimidating to a lot of people and if the person is not intimidating phisically it can be repulsive for some people. ♅ Mercury conjunct/parallel Daitarabochi(8551): The mind process is inmense, usually their minds can be scary sometimes, is the people you think are psycopaths but aren't, x-rays, sometimes suicide is always an option for these people, they can be perverse, and are a little bit crazy when they experience some kind of abuse, usually is kinda difficult to these people to see the light(metaphorically), always in dark places sometimes. ♅ Mars conjunct/parallel Heracles(5143): unshakable determination, tendency to seek out or attract situations that require strength and courage either in the external world or within, combative/ competitive attitude, the person might feel a strong need to prove their ability to overcome difficulties, Without realizing it, they constantly seek out difficult or challenging situations.

♅ Mars conjunct/parallel DANTE(2999): An extraordinary capacity for actions that others would deem extreme, brutal, or even "evil" in certain contexts. Their drive to act could be fueled by a deep connection to the darker side of existence. They are likely to pursue their goals with a disregard for conventional moral boundaries or concern for the suffering of others, potentially making them capable of cold, calculated actions. This individual may appear unstoppable or unyielding when going after what they want, with a natural affinity for crises, violence, or radical transformations. Tendency to confront the darkest aspects within partnerships and might be drawn to relationships that involve power struggles, control, or even transformative or traumatic experiences. They could be perceived as cold, distant, or ruthless, especially if they feel their authority or power is being challenged, (Very similar to Kenpachi Zaraki from Bleach). ♅ Ive seen some Scorpio Venus having hard times in matters related to love, since loyalty and fidelity are being so trampled on these days, they usually suffer the consequences of this and have a pretty bad time, I have seen that some opt for open relationships or even polyamory, but I know that deep down they only want one person with whom they can completely merge, which is also quite difficult in these times, I know.

♅ Usually in intimacy some planets or asteroids related to sexual things can be expressed on the oposite sign, for example: Eros in aries is more submissive in bed and Eros in libra is more dominant and agressive. ♅ Mars in capricorn: Can represent the devil himself sometimes, very materialistic, very rude and brute, sometimes they see people as obstacles, horny 24/7 but usually supressed 24/7 too due to the focus on their ambitions and goals, if they are not connected with their ambitions and purpose they can enter in very depressed states, very critical and demanding with themselves and with others too, strong endurance and stamina, sometimes they objectify their partners and they can generally resist more than others. ♅ I have seen many people who know almost nothing about astrology being Lilith dominant and I swear that when they are unconscious of this part of themselves they are usually quite narcissistic, violent, cold, calculating, manipulative and superficial since Lilith "remember" if is not conscious it always brings poison with her. ♅ Moon conjunct Chiron: Ive seen that this placement is very similar to Lilith conj moon but is sad, the mother usually is very negligent with the child, doesn't trust her, and the native of this position can be very naive about the mother's true intentions or the total opposite and not trust her at all. But i love them, they are so compassionate too, and this side is very beautiful.

♅Lust(4386) conjunct/parallel Moon: Constant desire for passion and pleasure, they feel drawn to situations or people that evoke deep emotional and sensual satisfaction, once they connect with you emotionally the seduce you almost completely, blurred line between emotional needs and physical impulses, rich inner world but it can be overwhelming at times, can be nymphomaniacs, they get depressed if they don't have someone they can have sex with constantly. ♅ Almost all anime villains that you see are the archetype of Lilith/Pluto dominant people.

[lionneee]

Perfect Match

Final Part

English is not my first language, please be kind

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•Warnings: oral sex, fake relationship, talking of sexual themes, piv, smut.•

Modern!Aemond x Fem!Reader

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five

You didn’t know.

You would have swore he was just another guy with a perfect life, just good to fuck with.

You thought he was simply trying to rebel, to not follow the mass.

That’s why you chose him.

You never thought he could have been in the same situation as yours.

You leaned your head back to look at his face as he kept sleeping.

You fell asleep in his arms, his cock must have slipped out of you during the night.

It didn’t take long before he started to wake up too.

He slowly opened his eye, looking back at you.

He didn’t talk.

You just kept looking at each other.

It was strange, knowing you both share the same situation.

A family that wanted to be perfect, but was rotten from the inside. You remembered a few words of what his parents were yelling when you came back to his house, the same exact words you heard your own parents yell thousands of times.

When you were younger, you put on your headphones and listened to music at full volume, to muffle the fighting, but as you grew up, you just got used to it.

Aemond took a deep breath and pulled you back in his arms, close, tucking your head under his chin.

You tighterned your arms around his neck, breathing in his scent.

“I don’t want to go out.” You whispered, glancing at the closed door of his room.

“Mh.” You felt his head move, turning to look at the door as well. “We don’t have to.” He said.

You both knew that once past that door, everything would have gone back to how it was.

Fake.

Fake happy families, fake friendship, fake interests.

You felt like you were past that now.

You didn’t want everything to go back as it was.

No, not after how good you felt last night. Not after you finally felt something again.

You unconsciously tightened your arms around Aemond, closing your eyes.

“We can stay here.” You whispered, caressing his back, slipping your hand under his shirt. “We can stay here forever, never go out again.” You felt too good, too comfortable.

“I know. We could.” He slipped his hand in your hair, caressing slowly your head. “We could.” He repeated, as if he was seriously considering the option to hide from the world forever.

In that quiet moment, the world outside seemed so distant, so irrelevant. The tension in both of your lives had built up for years, but here, in this room, it all seemed to melt away. . 

You had chosen him because you thought you knew his type, just another boy looking to push boundaries, to escape boredom. But waking up in his arms now, you realized how wrong you'd been. He was broken just as much as you were, a mirror of your own suffering. Aemond, with all his calculated silence and aloof demeanor, was just as wounded as you.

For the first time, you felt like you weren’t alone in your pain. It wasn't just about what happened between you two last night; it was about the shared understanding of the façade you both wore daily. The world expected you to be perfect—to fit into the molds your families had constructed—but neither of you ever truly did. You both knew that the arguments, the silences, the tensions at home had shaped who you were had led you here, to this bed, to this moment.

Aemond's hand in your hair, his steady breath against your skin, felt like an anchor, holding you both in this fragile peace you’d created together. His fingers combed gently through your strands, and you could tell he was thinking, pondering what you’d said about staying there forever.

“I don’t want to go back,” you whispered again, more to yourself this time. There was a sense of desperation in your voice. You knew the world outside would expect you both to slip back into your roles—the obedient daughter, the dutiful son. But here, with him, you were free. 

“Do you want to stay here?” Aemond asked, but now his voice was softer, almost uncertain. You both knew the fantasy couldn’t last, but for now, it was a comfort. The illusion of safety, the idea that maybe, just maybe, you could escape the weight of your realities.

Your hand on his back felt his muscles tense slightly, as if he, too, was wrestling with the impossibility of it all. He sighed deeply, his chin resting on the top of your head as he held you close. In that shared silence, there was an understanding, a quiet pact. 

But for a little longer, you could pretend. You could hold onto this fleeting moment of peace, knowing that, even if the world outside was fake, what was happening between you now wasn’t. 

You always saw Aemond as a tool to let go. To feel yourself for a moment when you had sex, to stop pretending, but you were still alone.

Alone in your head, in your life, in your experiences.

Now there was someone else.

You leaned your head back again, looking up at him, and he moved as well to stare right back at you.

“I do.” You whispered. You didn’t know what those words did to Aemond, but his lips came down crushing on yours right after them, holding you by the back of your head as he tried to devour your mouth.

“Then I’ll keep you here.” He mumbled against your lips, moving to get on top of you, pressing you down on the bed with his body. “We’ll never go out again. We’ll stay here, and we’ll fuck all day.” He groaned as he wrapped his arms around your body, hugging you close. “I’ll keep you to myself –” He said as he looked down at you, moving his hand on your breast, taking it in his hand and squeezing it, kissing his way down to your other nipple, He was fanning, his breath hit your nipple where he sucked it, making it harden with the fresh feeling. You arched your back, you could feel his cockhardening against your thigh. You put your hand on the back of his head, keeping him close, spurring him to keep sucking your tits.

“Make love to me - “ You whimpered as he squeezed your breast a bit tighter. He raised from your chest, looking down at you as he sat back on his haunches. His eye moved all over your body, then back to your face. You could feel your face hot, probably even red, not from embarrassment because of your nudity, more like because of what you said, because it sounded so… cheesy.

You looked back at him, watching him, searching for any reaction, but his face was stoic. 

Until he moved his hand between his legs, pumping his cock a few times to make sure he was hard enough, then he leaned forward, pushing it slowly inside you, making you moan and lean your head back against his pillow. He didn’t rush it like all the others time, just seeking his pleasure and being done with it.

He kept eye contact as he placed his hand beside your head on the mattress, and he moved slowly, but firmly and deeply.

He knew what he was doing.

“Yeah –” He gasped as he glanced down at your bodies, how they were perfectly fitting before coming back to your face. “I’ll make love to you.“ He whispered as he moved down on his elbows to be closer to your face. 

There it was again. 

That warm feeling in your chest.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, taking your time in his mouth, savoring the moment.

You wanted to hold on to that feeling, and never let it go.

You whined in his mouth as he slowly started to thrust harder, keeping his pace, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, under your neck.

He slowly kissed your cheek, then he trailed down to your neck, licking, nibbling at your skin as he groaned.

“W-why does it feel so good – “ He groaned with his voice strained as he nuzzled his face in your neck. You took a deep breath as you felt the sound of his voice doing things to you, making your stomach clench, making your heartbeat faster.

“I don’t know -” You whispered back as you caressed the back of your hair, his thrusts getting needier as he quickened the pace a bit. “But I don’t want it to go away.” You admitted, your words sending a shiver down his body, making him moan and raise his head to look at you.

“Me neither.” He mumbled as he thrusted faster, harder, his face contorting in pure pleasure.

“Oh, yes – Aem - “ You moaned as you felt your orgasm reaching you, your walls squeezing his cock inside you.

“I promise -” He panted. “We’re never fucking leaving this room.” He groaned as he slipped his hand between their bodies, searching for her clit and starting to rub it furiously.

“Please come -” He gasped. “I-I can’t –” He moaned as he spilled before even finishing his sentence, and seeing him so wrecked pushed you along with him.

You both panted as he fell on top of you, both your arms moving around the other, as if to make sure they were still there.

You knew that his promise was impossible to keep.

You had to get out at some point.

But you knew he was promising something else completely.

We’re in this together.

But for now, you guessed he indeed planned on not leaving his room any sooner.

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[flowerandblood]

The Impossible Choice (53)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, angst, smut, violence, character death ]

[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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As soon as her husband walked into their chamber she knew something was wrong – she could see it in his gaze, in his tense jaw, his hands clenched into fists. He wasn't looking at her and that was a bad sign. She rose from the chair and put her book down on the table next to her, walking slowly towards him.

"What is it?" She asked uncertainly. He didn't answer her, his lips tightened into a thin line, his gaze fixed somewhere in front of him in worried thought.

"Aemond."

"Aegon wants to marry your sister." He said coldly.

She froze and burst into sudden, uncontrollable laughter that horrified both her and her husband. She shook her head in disbelief feeling like she was about to throw up, clasping her hand over her womb.

No. He could not be such a fool.

"That's impossible. Royce would never agree." She said with certainty. Her husband snorted at her words.

"My grandfather didn't agree either. He is no longer Hand of the King." He said with emphasis on the last sentence, throwing her a menacing look.

She felt herself faint and grabbed onto the pillar of their bed. Her husband approached her quickly, frightened by her condition, holding her arm, helping her sit up.

"What are we going to do now? This is ridiculous. I need to speak with Floris." She mumbled, feeling the realisation of what Aegon wanted to do crush her more and more with each passing second.

"No. I have spoken to Helaena. I believe she will talk Aegon out of this idea." He said, forcing himself to be calm, and she looked at him in disbelief.

"Why must she always be the one to suffer for us? Why should she have to beg the man who caused her so much harm?" She asked in pain, her husband's lips tightening at her words.

"This is about the safety of her children and my nephews." He said coolly. "If she fails, I will have to deal with the matter."

Determined.

She lifted her gaze to him slowly, feeling a shudder at the sound of his words, the way he said them.

Cold, firm, calculating.

"What are you planning?" She asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer. She saw that he swallowed with difficulty and moved away, heading towards the lit fireplace.

"Don't think about it."

They spent the rest of the day together being as if in limbo – her husband didn't come out for his scheduled training even though it was his daily routine.

She thought he was making sure she didn't meet Floris.

Since she was staying in the Red Keep, Aegon had decided that she would take her old chamber, as she was actually living in his brother's room.

She was furious, but there was nothing she could do.

It frightened her how desperate Aegon was, how easily he allowed himself to believe that having her sister as his wife would make him happy in any way.

She didn't understand how he could be so blinded, why he clung so tightly to the vision that he could find love by force where there was none.

She hid her face in her hands at the thought.

In the morning, Lyanna came to comb her hair as she did every day – a smile was painted on her face, which surprised her; since Floris' appearance, the whole of the Red Keep had lived in constant suspense. She glanced at her, raising an eyebrow.

She squirmed in her husband's arms all night – she felt that he too was awake, merely lying with his eyes closed.

She knew that his thoughts were once again engulfed in darkness and she feared what lurked in the recesses of his mind.

"Has something happened? Did you meet a nice boy?" She asked lightly, and the girl smiled wider, a blush on her face as she wove more curls of her dark hair together.

"No, my Lady. But we all rejoice, for the Queen has spent the night in the King's chamber for the first time in months. They are now eating morning meal together." She said lightly. She and her turned towards her in shock, only to cast communicative glances at each other a moment later.

She felt an unpleasant shudder at the thought.

Was he hurting her again?

She and her husband had been tense all morning, waiting for any news, however, to their surprise, Helaena had not left Aegon's chamber. They were surprised when, after some time, a servant entered their quarters announcing that the King wished to see her.

"Me?" She asked uncertainly, feeling a tightness in her throat. Her husband clenched his jaw and turned his head away, furious.

"You don't have to do it. I'll go there." He said, moving towards the door, but she stood up and stopped him with a gesture of her hand.

"No. I can manage." She said and nodded to the servant that she was ready.

She looked intensely at Helaena wanting to recognise any signs of suffering or harm that might be coming to her, but her face was calm and content.

As she stepped into the chamber she saw Aegon and Helaena sitting behind the table – they were discussing something quietly leaning towards each other.

Only after a moment did she see Royce sitting on the other side, looking at her with the same confused look.

What was happening?

Helaena stood up seeing her puzzled, concerned look and pointed with her hand to the seat in front of them.

"Sit down, please. Do not fret." She said softly and she nodded, trusting her completely.

She sat in the chair next to his brother, watching them with her heart pounding hard. Aegon looked at his wife and then at her, fiddling with the ring on his finger.

"We need your advice." He began suddenly, and she blinked, feeling that she was holding her air with stress, and looked uncertainly at Royce.

We?

"My words said in the chamber of the Small Council were hasty and caused by my confusion, however, they were not announced officially. I know that my decisions have brought great harm to your family and your name, for which I wish to make amends. I want to give your sister in marriage."

She looked at him with a blank stare, wondering if she had understood correctly.

I want to give your sister in marriage.

Has he changed his mind?

She lifted her gaze to Helaena, her face calm and gentle.

What had she done to him?

Did she threaten him with something?

She swallowed loudly and shuddered when she heard her brother's voice.

"The kind who want to be indebted to the King. Most of them are not after their lady-wife's maidenhood, they are after influence. I can provide it. I plan to make my brother the Hand of the King, and his position on the council will become vacant. Your sister's future husband could occupy it." He said calmly, and she twisted in her seat, feeling the sweat on her neck, not believing what she was hearing.

"You shamed her and made her your whore. She is not without fault, but what self-respecting lord will want her?" He snorted impatiently and angrily.

Aegon pressed his lips together at his words and nodded, adopting an attitude of humility that shocked her.

I plan to make my brother the Hand of the King.

Silence fell, she and Royce looked at each other quickly, all tense.

She could see that her older brother was thinking the same thing despite his rage.

It was a good offer.

A very good one.

There was no other option.

Royce lowered his gaze and slowly nodded.

"Yes. That will be the best solution to this unfortunate situation." He said through clenched teeth, struggling to force himself to be calm. Aegon nodded, pretending not to see it, and lifted his gaze to one of his servants.

"Bring Lady Floris."

She looked curiously at her older sister's face as she walked into the King's chamber, evidently thinking that he wished to spend time with her in private again, and saw the whole assembly.

Aegon grunted quietly, looking down at his fingers intertwined on the table in front of him.

She saw her pupils narrowed in fear and uncertainty, saw her turn pale and stop suddenly, swallowing loudly.

She felt an immense amount of satisfaction and power at this sight, knowing what was about to happen.

"My Laddy, I wish to apologise to you in the presence of the head of your House and your sister for the wrongs I have done you." He began, Floris looked at him in disbelief, her breathing quickened in horror. "I promised you that I would erase your disgrace by taking you as my wife, but I cannot do so. Me and my wife have jointly concluded that I must now unite our subjects, not divide them, and this event would surely turn many against us."

He said avoiding her gaze – Floris was breathless all over, the realisation of what was about to happen to her slowly beginning to enter her mind.

She felt her face express calm contentment.

"Me and your brother have decided to marry you off to a lord equal to you in status, one to whom marriage will not hurt your honour." He said calmly, and Floris swallowed loudly, hard.

"Who will want me now that the whole kingdom knows you have taken me to your bed?" She asked in a trembling voice, apparently wanting to save herself by arousing remorse in him. Aegon twisted restlessly in his chair.

"That is all? You promised me. You told me you loved me." She mumbled. Aegon looked at her impassively.

"Anyone I make a member of the Small Council in return. That is already decided. I will leave the choice to your brother and with him consult on the matter. That is all." He said and nodded at her.

Floris laughed at his words, but she could feel the desperation in her voice.

"I love four women. My mother, my sister, my daughter and my brother's wife. Unfortunately, you are not like the last one enough, although I had hoped otherwise."

Floris looked at her with wide-open eyes, the corner of her mouth twitching in a gasp of disbelief.

Did she really think that he had chosen her because he was fond of her?

That something about her captured him?

She watched with amusement as her sister struggled to understand what had actually happened, that she was merely a substitute for his fantasy of her, her sister, nothing more.

"Nevertheless, my Queen's opinion is most important to me." He said and looked at Helaena in a way from which she swallowed silently, unsure if she was really seeing it.

He looked content and calm, something had changed between them.

Something had happened.

She thought Helaena had not threatened him with anything at all.

Could it be that they had somehow communicated?

Her heart struck harder at that thought with a kind of hope.

Floris walked out of his chamber like a storm, but no one stopped her. Aegon grunted, glancing at Royce uncertainly.

"Lord Greyjoy demands that you take his granddaughter as your wife in the Great Sept in King's Landing." He said uncertainly, fiddling with his fingers, clearly afraid to test her brother's patience. Royce swallowed quietly at his words.

"So it's all settled."

"I know, she told me about it herself. Since I'm here, so be it." He said indifferently, looking to the side.

Her lips tightened at the thought of them speaking, and she didn't even have a moment to ask him what he thought of her. Aegon nodded.

She and Royce left the king's chamber together, shocked and uncertain, walking through the cloisters together, analysing what had happened. She was snapped out of her reverie by her brother's low voice.

"She is intelligent. Reena. That's her name." He said calmly, and she looked at him quickly feeling her heart pounding.

Reena.

"It's a fine name." She said quietly, playing with her hands, involuntarily stroking her slightly rounded abdomen. "What do you think of her?"

She asked, and Royce shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know how I should behave on our wedding night. What do you think?" He asked, and she swallowed loudly, the noise of the conversations of servants and ladies of the court all around them.

"She knows what she wants. She wishes to fulfil her grandfather's will and she has come to terms with what is to happen, albeit with difficulty. She said she's relieved now that she sees I'm not an empty, rich lord caring only about fine robes and rings. I think I'm relieved too." He confessed, pressing his lips together.

She could see that he was tense, that he himself no longer knew what he thought of this marriage.

"Ask her what she desires." He said calmly, her brother snorting at her words.

"What if she tells me not to touch her? Without that, our marriage won't be fully valid." He said visibly torn internally, his voice trembling at his last words. She swallowed quietly.

"It would be better for you to take her later than by force." She said dryly. Royce looked at her out of the corner of his eye, anxious, tense.

"No. But we both later regretted that our first time was not different. However, we made amends after he took me as his wife a second time, in the tradition of Old Valryia." She said, a smile appearing on her face at the thought. Royce looked at her uncertainly and grunted.

"…did your husband take you by force?" He asked uncertainly.

She noticed that he hadn't used his title, his disrespect towards him after still feeling pain in his heart that their father had died for him.

She looked at him with tired eyes.

"He must be really attached to you, if he wanted to marry you a second time." He said thoughtfully. She laughed under her breath and stroked his arm.

"We have both matured into our roles." She said softly, feeling a warmth in her lower abdomen at the thought. She suggested he eat supper with them, but he said he needed to rest.

She wondered if he would go to see Reena.

When she walked into their chamber her husband stood up immediately, tense, approaching her quickly. She saw how pale he was, his hands clenched into fists.

"Speak." He said, clearly thinking he didn't have time to form full sentences. She sighed loudly at his words.

"What?"

"I don't know what Helaena did to him, but he's going to marry Floris off to some lord in exchange for your seat on the Small Council, and make you Hand of the King." She said calmly, herself not believing what was coming out of her mouth.

He blinked as if he didn't understand what she said and he shook his head, laughing with forced amusement.

"He invited me and Royce. Helaena was at the conversation. He told us his plan, and then he summoned Floris and announced his will to her. It's over." She said touching his cheek. He tightened his eyelid and laid his forehead on her shoulder, his body slowly beginning to relax.

"If Helaena hadn't… if it hadn't worked out and he hadn't changed his mind…"

"… I know." She said, not wanting him to finish, her hand running through his hair.

Her husband needed to relax and quickly found comfort in her arms, sitting up together with her and letting her ride him, his face snuggled between her breasts, both of them panting loudly. He whispered her name responding with deep, sure thrusts to the rolling of her hups, his fingers clenched on her sweaty back.

"– I'm here, my love –" She whispered kissing the top of his head, stroking his hair with her hands, lifting and falling onto his fat erection with a sticky, loud clicks of her moisture, his length pushing her walls apart with each of his thrusts, the heat intensifying in her lower abdomen.

"– it's all right now – it's okay, my love, fill me with your seed –" She whispered feeling him hold back for her, his manhood pulsing greedily. He came with a loud, helpless moan at her words, panting heavily, trying to melt into one with her, seeking refuge in her arms.

She kissed his hair and stroked his head until he calmed down, and then she came having him still deep inside her from the lazy strokes of his thumb around her puffy bud.

She gently freed herself from the embrace of her husband sleeping a strong, deep sleep and moved silently barefoot towards the door. She ran across the cold stone floor to the chamber next to them and was surprised to find that the door to her quarters was ajar.

Even though everything had resolved in her favour, she wriggled in his arms, unable to fall asleep – unintentionally, she kept thinking about Floris, about what had happened.

She thought she wanted to confront her, to tell her everything she thought of her.

She thought she deserved it.

She felt a squeeze at the thought that Aegon was still visiting her.

That he had not changed at all.

Her eyes were wide open, her mouth parted.

She quietly walked closer and looked inside – there was no candle burning in the room and it was completely dark, nor did she hear any sound. She walked inside slowly, approaching her bed unhurriedly, seeing that she was alone.

She wanted to touch her arm to wake her, but when she noticed her body in the moonlight, she froze.

Her throat slit.

She ran out immediately thinking whoever had done this to her sister was still there and ran ahead following the cries, heedless of the guards who rushed up as she did. The screams led her to Helaena's chamber, who was kneeling in the dark rocking back and forth, something small that looked like a doll lying in front of her.

She felt herself begin to tremble all over, only now realising that the black spots around her body were not shadows, but blood.

Her breath caught in her throat and she couldn't move for a moment, frightened, she jumped when she heard a loud, almost inhuman scream in the distance.

And then she realised.

It was her son.

Her daughter was trembling all over, hugging her mother, who was looking ahead with absent eyes.

"– good gods – Helaena –" She stammered, looking around fearfully to see if whoever had done that was anywhere in the chamber.

"– we have to get out of here, please –" She said walking towards her, grabbing her arm but she didn't move.

"I came to check on the children and saw him. He said: I came to take your beloved stag and beloved dragon. That this was the price the Queen had set. He cut his throat. He didn't even make a sound." She whispered looking at the white-haired boy lying in front of her, stroking his hair, her whole hands dirty with blood.

She tried to stop the bleeding.

Aegon and her husband came running over a moment later hearing the commotion – he grabbed her in his arms asking her what had happened, what she was doing here. Aegon stepped down beside Helaena and dropped to his knees – for a moment he just stared at what had happened with his mouth wide open.

He whined loudly, sobbing, pressing his face into his son's shirt.

Her husband, when he noticed this, froze, his hands clenched on her body so tightly that it caused her pain, but she thought nothing of it.

I came to take your beloved stag and beloved dragon.

The assassin acting on Rhaenyra's behalf was mistaken.

He thought she was asleep in her chamber.

He mistook her for Floris.

_____

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[lilietsblog]

just want to contribute a little something to the anti discourse

so for a while now, arguments in favor of making whatever you want have felt kinda incomplete to me. I mean arguing from the principle of "it doesn't actually harm people while harassment definitely does" is fully valid and very true but that's not all there is to it

what does art do? what is good about art? what IS art?

art is a form of thinking

When you create or perceive art, when you engage with art in any way whatsoever, you are inevitably thinking about what is depicted in it. Your brain is making connections. You are gaining new associations. From conscious philosophizing to subconscious info gathering, you get Thoughts about it.

So this is the question then, people who want to ban every icky topic that makes you upset: do you want people to stop thinking about it? Do you want people to not think about sexual assault? Racism? Abusive relationships? Most of the time people encounter the concept of these things, said out loud and defined as such, in art. In real life you can have an abusive relationship for your entire life and have no clue that's what it is. People who do not experience Nasty Shit are almost exclusively taught how to sympathize with people who do by art. (Their friends and family who experience it are frequently too busy trying to survive said nasty shit to do an educational dance for them)

This is why conservative/oppressive political forces dislike art. It's for the same reason they push back on science that doesn't support their narrative: they don't want people getting ideas. They don't want their children to think anything more than what they tell them! That's why they demand everything "icky" be censored and combed out in the name of thinking about children: you wouldn't want your child to have an opinion on a scary, difficult and complicated topic that you didn't teach them, would you?

This is why the nasty icky art that upsets you so much not only deserves to exist, but needs to. "Don't even think about it" is not a workable harm prevention strategy. Imagine an architect about to build a bridge: if you tell them "don't even THINK about the bridge collapsing", would them actually NOT THINKING about it make the bridge more or less likely to collapse? We are all architects of our own behavior. And we all need to spend some time pondering over notebooks full of calculations of what to do so the bridge stands.

You might ask then, why fiction? Why porn? Why not serious philosophical tomes and psychology textbooks? Why disrespect the serious and important topics so? Why should people play with them?

Well, first, because play is essential to mental wellbeing. We all need to unwind and relax, and for most people philosophical tomes and psychology textbooks are just not something they can fit into their limited rest & relaxation time, not without sacrificing more than they gain in terms of ability to control their mood and behavior. People need to play, and if there's a way to get shit done while playing, well, that's just a productivity hack right there.

Second, more importantly, humans learn best through play. Bat the concept around, try it on like a hat, draw a smiley face on it, then erase it and draw a frowny one instead. Let it permeate your imagination, spread itself around through it, infiltrate your thought patterns. THEN you will remember it. Then you have the material basis to have serious thinky thoughts about it. Basis for comparison. Material for contemplation. Memories of engagement.

And yes, this includes being sexual with it! Sexual thoughts are not actually so sacred, special and separate that they would be importantly different from other sorts of voluntary play. If that's how people want to engage with the material, if that's the toy room their brain conjures most easily, well there's straight up just, nothing wrong with that, is the thing. From the point of view of education and serious thinky thoughts it's just a tumbler you put the thing in to be vibrated and tossed around.

Now, a crucial word here is voluntary. A classroom environment is a whole different beast, that warrants a whole separate discussion. Hopefully nobody out there is proposing to make it mandatory for middle schoolers to read abusive incest pornfic in class out loud; I sure as hell haven't heard this idea from "proshippers". In fact, privacy and comprehensive safeguards to make sure people ONLY engage with what they want are pretty key values to the abusive incest pornfic community.

Do people write abusive incest pornfic in order to make other people think deeply about it and engage with the concept? I mean, not always, and I would venture to guess it's not usually the primary motivation, though I'd guess it's A motivation for more people than you'd imagine offhand. But here's the thing: the fact the primary motivation is different is exactly what creates so much engagement and propagates the thinky thoughts. Few people like to think upsetting thoughts for their own sake on their own free time. Making it play is how you get it out to a wide audience (and what I mean by it, let's just say, the topic as a whole); and yes, abusive incest pornfics don't usually have that wide an audience. What audience they do have benefits from them, though. (Shoutout to Lolita, which did and does have a pretty damn wide audience, and is an abusive incest pornfic if you don't squint too closely at definitions and authorial intent)

And if someone's reference pool is so shallow they don't pick up on the "bad" part where things are bad, well... honestly, the fic community is their best chance to mend this gap in education. Because people who are into writing about bad things often love to not spare any detail in rendering how bad they are. People have figured out they are in a cult from researching how to write about a cult for a fic before.

The purpose of art is play, and the effect of art is thinking.

Thank you for your time.

[keysimash]

ohh i actually got SUPER into rational fiction a few years back i was combing thru the subreddit for it every day. read a lot of rational fanfiction, that stuff was like crack to me haha

ngnl has excellent worldbuilding, and awesome stories and characters, its just all nerfed by the creator's rampant horniness. like, there's so many ways to write a toxic codependent sibling relationship he could have gone with that would've been MORE interesting/realistic and less sexualized... the whiplash of the duo going from cold/calculating awesome rulers to sexually harassing their kind-of-slave Stephanie for giggles was just too much for me,, still I read so many of the light novels and it just got worse and worse... i love sora and shiro but i also hate them </3

not to mention the fact the art is still gorgeous, even the light novel illustrations...

but yeah I can't believe you pinned me as a ratfic enjoyer just from my taste in ngnl that's pretty funny ngl

Kinda fucked up when you watch something and you're like wow, this would have been really good if they had changed almost everything

[ausetkmt]

An anonymous male celebrity says he is the victim of an extortion scheme and is suing a high-powered Texas attorney who is representing several people in civil lawsuits that accuse Sean “Diddy” Combs of sexual assault.

The unnamed plaintiff, described in the lawsuit as “a celebrity and public figure who resides in Los Angeles,” filed his complaint under a “John Doe” pseudonym this week in Los Angeles Superior Court. He has accused Houston-based attorney Tony Buzbee and his firm of “shamelessly attempting to extort exorbitant sums from him or else publicly file wildly false horrific allegations against him.”

A spokesperson for Quinn Emanuel, the law firm representing Doe, confirms that the complaint was filed on Monday.

Buzbee has said he is representing at least 120 alleged victims of Combs. Over the past month, he has filed more than a dozen civil lawsuits against Combs, in some cases accusing the producer of drugging and sexually assaulting plaintiffs, some of whom allege they were minors at the time.

Combs, who is in jail awaiting his criminal trial, has denied the allegations against him.

The lawsuit filed by the anonymous celebrity claims that Buzbee’s firm is trying to capitalize off the “explosive allegations against Sean Combs” by roping in public figures who have been acquainted with Combs.

Attorneys for Doe claim that Buzbee sent a demand letter earlier this month in which his firm “threatened to unleash entirely fabricated and salacious allegations of sexual assault” that include “multiple instances of rape of a minor, both male and female” if their client “refuses to comply with their demands.”

In the demand letter, attorneys for the male celebrity said that Buzbee characterized their famous client as “having been friends with Mr. Combs based on the fact that the two often attention similar events frequented by celebrities.”

“These baseless accusations are nothing more than a weapon in a calculated plot to destroy Plaintiff’s high-profile reputation for profit, despite the complete absence of any factual basis for such claims,” the lawsuit states.

Doe’s lawsuit states that he is filing anonymously to avoid “irreparable harm to reputation.”

Buzbee denied the extortion claims against him, in an Instagram post in which he wrote that his firm “won’t allow the powerful and their high-dollar lawyers to intimidate or silence sexual assault survivors,” and in a statement to CNN.

“If you are trying to hide your identity and you claim you did nothing wrong, doesn’t seem very smart to take this approach,” Buzbee told CNN in an email on Monday. “We will address it in due course.”

“I have confidence that with full public disclosure all of this will sort itself out,” Buzbee wrote.

The celebrity’s lawsuit applauds Combs’ accusers who have spoken out with their names attached to their lawsuits but cast doubt on some of the allegations filed anonymously as a “Jane Doe” or “John Doe,” stating that Buzbee’s firm has “managed to find some 120 plaintiffs” who “claim to have been sexually assaulted by Combs.”

The lawsuit accuses Buzbee of creating “a pocket industry that capitalizes on the bravery of those victims who came forward to shakedown innocent celebrities, politicians, and businesspeople with an army of masked accusers.”

Last month, a judge ruled that one of Buzbee’s civil suits against Combs could not proceed with the female accuser filing under a pseudonym, stating that Combs has the right to defend himself by investigating the plaintiff. Shortly after her “Jane Doe” status was denied, the accuser refiled her complaint under her real name.

In an interview with CNN last month, Buzbee explained that his firm initially files cases anonymously in an effort to protect the safety of his clients. But he said that each of his 120 clients are prepared to testify and publicly reveal their names.

“They think that (if) the person’s name is revealed that maybe they’ll go crawl back under a rock and we’ll never hear from them again,” Buzbee said. “I’ve told every client when we file your case, be prepared that your identity will be revealed.”

Buzbee has said that he does not believe Combs acted alone in his alleged misconduct. He said in a press conference last month that his clients have shared information pertaining to celebrities, entertainment executives, business entities and other high-profile individuals that were complicit or engaged in Combs’ alleged abuse.

In Doe’s lawsuit this week, his attorneys paint a different picture.

“It is a cynical extortion scheme that is dressed up in vindicating victims of actual sexual abuse,” the lawsuit states. “Defendants corrupting this righteous cause by trying to monetize the victimization of the women who suffered at the hands of this one guy.”

[itsskylaradesina]

( jordan fisher, cis man, he/him ) — is that SKYLAR ADESINA stepping out of the l-train? rumor has it they’ve lived in the windy city for 6 MONTHS and currently lives in LOGAN SQUARE. the 32 year old works as a/an PARAMEDIC and originally hails from NEW YORK, NY. HE has been given the reputation of being OVER CONFIDENT and CRASS around town, but friends say they’re more INTELLIGENT and DISCIPLINED. either way, i think they’re really fitting in here!—

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

full name: skylar adesina

nickname(s): sky, dessy (family and close friends)

pronouns & gender: he/him & cis man

sexuality: pansexual

age: thirty-two

relationship status: single

birth date: january 21, 1992

hometown: new york ny

time in town: since april 2024

occupation: paramedic

parents: selina & marianna weston

siblings: hudson adesina, jayden adesina, & finley adesina

personality: confident, disciplined, crass, intelligent

pet: none

children: none

APPEARANCE:

celebrity doppelgänger: jordan fisher

height: 5'8"

hair color: black

eye color: brown

FAVORITES:

color: hunter green

non-alcoholic beverage: vanilla milkshake

alcoholic beverage: any kind of beer

season: winter

candle scent: fresh bsalm

book: n/a

video game: gta 5

tv show: 911

animated tv show: big mouth

movie: mystic pizza

holiday movie: the polar express

disney movie: hercules

pixar movie: zootopia

disney original movie: the thirteenth year

candy: sweedish fish

chocolate candy: sno-caps

Fruit: orange’s

Vegetable: celery

cuisine to eat: anything mexican

cuisine to make: anything frozen

genre of music: punk-pop

artist: charlotte sands

band: all time low & falling in reverse

song: getaway green by all time low

BIOGRAPHY:

tw; death

Even though Skylar could be seen blasting All Time Low or Falling In Reverse, he was a city boy at heart. He still enjoyed the classics of Luke Bryan, Luke Combs, Travis Scott, and other country artists, you just wouldn’t know it from looking at him. He grew up with two beautiful moms who loved him dearly. They were both his biological parents as Skylar was conceived before one of his parents went through hormone treatment and transitioned from male to female. Of course his other mother was completely supportive and would love her life partner through anything. 

Since his one mom had transitioned, they weren’t able to have kids that were both biologically theirs so instead of getting a donor, they decided to adopt because there were so many kids out there in the world who needed a home. When Skylar was four years old, they brought home a set of twins, a boy and a girl. Skylar loved being the older brother and was constantly protecting them like they were his own children. Then when Skylar was six and the twins were two, they decided to adopt one more child. 

Even through his school years, he was protective of them and would always have their best interest at heart. Their parents both worked in the medical field and they wanted their kids to follow suit but knew that it was unrealistic as it was not something that everybody was good at. Skylar on one hand was exceptional when it came to numbers and calculations. Teachers would think that he was cheating on his tests because he wouldn’t have to show his work for his math problems, but he was able to solve a lot of problems in his head. 

It was no surprise that when it came to graduate high school and go to college, Skylar has chosen accounting. He chose a school right near home so that he could still help his moms out with the other kids and be close to them because that’s how they all were. Of course he excelled in all of the accounting classes and he graduated at the top of his class. He had a beautiful girlfriend at the end of his college career and it seemed like the two of them were going to spend the rest of their lives together. He seemed like the superstar of them family. 

Skylar got a job in an accounting firm where he was producing work of people who were there for fifteen years. They were really surprised and he moved up the corporate ladder quite fast. Skylar had moved out of his home and moved in with his girlfriend turned fiance and they were planning the wedding of their lives. 

One night, Skylar was hanging out with his friend and there was a fire in their apartment complex. He freaked out and he unfortunately had to choose between saving his fiance or his best friend and he saved his fiance and his best friend passed away in the fire. Skylar fell into a dark pit to the point where he had to go to therapy. He did that for a few months before he dropped everything and decided he needed a fresh start. Of course he didn’t think that he could do it but he had to do it. He packed up his things and didn’t tell anyone where he was going but he moved to Chicago where he became a paramedic to make a difference. 

[jcdedmemories]

[ michael evans behling, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! RYDER WESTON just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 4 YEARS, working as a FIREFIGHTER. that can’t be easy, especially at only 30 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit DISOBEDIENT and SHORT-SIGHTED , but i know them to be FAITHFUL and NINBLE-FOOTED. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to BROOKLYN! —

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

full name: ryder james weston

nickname(s): ry, rj

pronouns & gender: he/him & cis man

sexuality: pansexual

age: thirty

relationship status: single

birth date: december 31, 1993

birth place: savannah, georgia

hometown; savannah, georgia

time in town: since february 2020

occupation: firefighter

parents: selina & marianna weston

siblings: hudson weston, jayden weston, & finley weston

personality: disobedient, short-sighted, faithful, and nibble footed

pet: none

children: none

APPEARANCE:

celebrity doppelgänger: darren barnet

height: 5'10"

hair color: black

eye color: brown

FAVORITES:

color: hunter green

non-alcoholic beverage: vanilla milkshake

alcoholic beverage: any kind of beer

season: winter

candle scent: fresh bsalm

book: n/a

video game: gta 5

tv show: 911

animated tv show: big mouth

movie: mystic pizza

holiday movie: the polar express

disney movie: hercules

pixar movie: zootopia

disney original movie: the thirteenth year

candy: sweedish fish

chocolate candy: sno-caps

Fruit: orange’s

Vegetable: celery

cuisine to eat: anything mexican

cuisine to make: anything frozen

genre of music: punk-pop

artist: charlotte sands

band: all time low & falling in reverse

song: getaway green by all time low

BIOGRAPHY:

tw; death

Even though Ryder could be seen blasting All Time Low or Falling In Reverse, he was a southern boy at heart. He still enjoyed the classics of Luke Bryan, Luke Combs, Travis Scott, and other country artists, you just wouldn’t know it from looking at him. He grew up with two beautiful moms who loved him dearly. They were both his biological parents as Ryder was conceived before one of his parents went through hormone treatment and transitioned from male to female. Of course his other mother was completely supportive and would love her life partner through anything. 

Since his one mom had transitioned, they weren’t able to have kids that were both biologically theirs so instead of getting a donor, they decided to adopt because there were so many kids out there in the world who needed a home. When Ryder was four years old, they brought home a set of twins, a boy and a girl. Ryder loved being the older brother and was constantly protecting them like they were his own children. Then when Ryder was six and the twins were two, they decided to adopt one more child. 

Even through his school years, he was protective of them and would always have their best interest at heart. Their parents both worked in the medical field and they wanted their kids to follow suit but knew that it was unrealistic as it was not something that everybody was good at. Ryder on one hand was exceptional when it came to numbers and calculations. Teachers would think that he was cheating on his tests because he wouldn’t have to show his work for his math problems, but he was able to solve a lot of problems in his head. 

It was no surprise that when it came to graduate high school and go to college, Ryder has chosen accounting. He chose a school right near home so that he could still help his moms out with the other kids and be close to them because that’s how they all were. Of course he excelled in all of the accounting classes and he graduated at the top of his class. He had a beautiful girlfriend at the end of his college career and it seemed like the two of them were going to spend the rest of their lives together. He seemed like the superstar of them family. 

Ryder got a job in an accounting firm where he was producing work of people who were there for fifteen years. They were really surprised and he moved up the corporate ladder quite fast. Ryder had moved out of his home and moved in with his girlfriend turned fiance and they were planning the wedding of their lives. 

One night, Ryder was hanging out with his friend and there was a fire in their apartment complex. He freaked out and he unfortunately had to choose between saving his fiance or his best friend and he saved his fiance and his best friend passed away in the fire. Ryder fell into a dark pit to the point where he had to go to therapy. He did that for a few months before he dropped everything and decided he needed a fresh start. Of course he didn’t think that he could do it but he had to do it. He packed up his things and didn’t tell anyone where he was going but he moved to Brooklyn where he became a firefighter because he didn’t want something like this to ever happen to him again. He needed a complete change and he hates that he hurt and left the people behind but he didn’t tell anyone where he was going. 

[violetdarkk]

After Audio 3 - The Warrior and the Queen

This story came about after listening to a famous 26:16 minute audio. called Rescuing a Madalorian Mercenary, affectionately nicknamed audio 3, where Din narrates his rescue saga and hot moments between him and the character/narrator. I didn't follow the audio story to the letter, especially because I used my imagination to create the after-effect of my dreams. In fact, I recommend listening to it before reading.

Adult Language/Sexual/Adult Content

"If you want...

All right...

I guess a...

I guess a be here..."

You press the button and the cabin door closes. He takes a few steps towards the ship's control compartment and stands behind the seat with his hands on the backrest. Outside, that planet full of forests, rivers... And inside your cabin, an injured Mandalorian, who you helped heal and who just gave you two wonderful orgasms.

Still in disbelief and with his scent permeating your body, you sit and try to process everything that just happened. You weren't like that, giving yourself to a stranger, especially without being able to even see his face. What the hell did you have in your head?

But there's no point in complaining after everything that's happened, so you take a deep breath and begin the takeoff procedure. As the mercenary who arrested you destroyed your contact bracelet, you had to navigate only with the ship's data and in a normal way, without going through hyperspace, following the patrollers' protocol and returning as quickly as possible to the base. But first, he had to pass through Mandalore and leave the beskar man in his homeland, as agreed. He had even offered you some credits, but I'm glad you didn't accept. After everything that happened... you would feel like a mere paid slut. Calculations made, 6 long hours of travel. You activate the autopilot and imagine how you are going to spend all this time on this ship with him.

A shower, you think. The tension still in your body, the aroma of your sweat quickly goes down the shower drain. The quick jets that come from all sides of the body shower and warm water give you more relaxation for a few minutes. Just until he remembered why he had landed on that planet: refueling your ship's water and was almost killed because of it...but the man from Beskar saved you. Din Djarin was his name.

You dry off, apply your lotion, comb your hair and leave it down. He puts on his knee-length robe and when he comes out he finds it, leaning against the cabin door, which is in front of the bathroom compartment.

"Ah, I... I was going to warn you: we will have an average of another 6 hours of travel, because with my damaged equipment, I'm not authorized to go through hyperspace."

"Okay..." - He said

"And...if you want to take a shower...here are towels"

"Yes, of course. I do want to"

He has his helmet on, his chest is bare, his ribs are bandaged, he has thick black cotton pants and he has taken off his boots, leaving his feet bare. We took a step forward together and moved aside.

In the sleeping cabin, he had arranged all the pieces of armor, his weapons, his shirt and cape neatly folded on the chair where our bodies were so well intertwined just now. A shiver takes over just remembering how he took me so well, so intensely... I sigh and start to take off the sleeping bag that was in the compartment below the bed. I was already finishing packing everything when I heard the door open.

"Hey, I.. um... can you help me?"

There he is in front of the door with a towel wrapped around his waist and another around his head covering his face completely... his pants on his arm, the helmet in his right hand while he felt the void with his other hand in front of him. of the body. The dressing was intact as it was waterproof.

I couldn't resist and let out a low laugh

"Here, come.." already taking his hand and leading him to the edge of the bed. That scent...he had put on his lotion, for sure.

He taps his toe on the corner of the counter

"There!"

"Sorry! Sit down, that's it..." - I instructed him

Another laugh escapes unintentionally, this time a little louder.

"I know it seems funny to you, but I'm kind of suffocating here..."

Another laugh

"Sorry, it's just funny that a man this size has his head curled up like that, looking like an ear cleaner."

He also laughs

"It's difficult to put on the helmet when your hair is wet... I have to let it dry a little"

"So...- I said trying to hide the tension in my voice - I...I was thinking about getting some rest. There's a sleeping bag here, so make yourself comfortable in my bed. I'll turn off the light and you You can also rest while letting your hair dry"

"No! - He hurried - I mean, as for the light, I appreciate it and as for the sleeping bag, I'll stay in it, you can leave it."

"But you're hurt, man, you can't bring yourself to lie on the ground."

"I've already tried hard today, if you remember, and I'm still doing well. I'll stay there, I insist"

You blush when he mentions what you two had just now

You smile, take his hand and guide him to the sleeping bag on the side of the bed. The cabin is small and the space limits you to keeping it very close.

He faces and lowers himself, sitting on the soft padding. His hands go to the edge of the towel to open up a little space for breathing.

"If you could turn it off, I would appreciate it" He said with his voice muffled by the towel

You sit on the bed and press the button on the control on the wall next to you, leaving everything dark. Only one LED beam surrounds the entire floor of the cabin between the walls and the floor. It is activated as a safety feature when the lights dim, but you can control the intensity. You reduced it a little and made it lower. Even so, you still notice his silhouette sitting next to your bed. You notice when he takes off the towel and hears his relieved sigh. Imagine what that man's face would look like for the hundredth time

You lie on your side, still watching his silhouette drying his hair and leaving the towel aside. Hears a low sigh. He lifts his hands, places them on the back of his head and lies down.

He clears his throat, as if he wants to say something, but doesn't.

You breathe and close your eyes, trying to take your attention away from him. Your body shivers thinking about everything that happened between you in the last few hours. He freed you from the hands of that mercenary, you took him to his ship, as, in addition to being injured, his ship had been destroyed there in an apparent fight. Think about how you admired that beautiful body as he took off his armor piece by piece and let you help treat his rib wound, even though he was wrong at first. And when you talked, you laughed... and when the dressing was finished he said he imagined your lips on his face... from then on things took another turn. His boldness in putting you on his lap and circling his fingers around you so well, taking you to the stars so quickly. How wonderful it was to caress that huge cock in his hands, he asked you to please taste it, moaning between his teeth and saying how wonderful his mouth was. When you rode him, feeling him making space between your already so wet walls for him. How much you begged and begged to feel his mouth... so much until he gave in, asking you to close your eyes and took off his helmet, placing his lips and thirsty tongue in your mouth, on your neck, on your breasts... How delicious it was to feel his fingers on your clit again, to hear your moans mix with his as your walls squeezed him and you came together. All without being able to see his face, which you pantingly touched with your fingers and with your eyes closed... feeling the hot sweat that appeared on his face, his sparse beard, his lips, all in the same darkness that the two of you now found yourself in.

"I wanted to ask you something..."

He speaks, breaking the silence that reigned and you are scared among your recent memories that already caused a certain humidity in your core.

"Actually, that's what I should have asked you from the beginning..."

"Sure, ask?" His voice is low

"What is your name?"

You smile...

"My name is Régia"

"Régia...I've never heard that name. What does it mean?" He asks and you continue.

"Well, my parents told me that in the Milky Way there is a small blue planet called Earth. There is a flower that grows in the water and has that name... it also means Queen."

"Queen...- he repeats - very appropriate"

You smile and feel your face heat up at the compliment.

"And you, Din Djarin? What is the origin of your name?"

He breathes out a little and responds

"I don't know...I lost my parents early and was taken in by the Mandalorians. I was raised in the doctrine and... today I have my clan of two."

"Serious?" - You ask a little too quickly...he had someone! Crap!

"Yes, me and a foundling...his name is Grogu. A very special boy. It's just me and him...kind of like father and son...He made me rethink the life of a bounty hunter and want more peace of mind now that Mandalore is rebuilding." - He said between a short sigh

You sigh in relief...a foundling! She was not a wife but a kind of son. Single father...Mando was even more interesting than you had imagined.

"I understand..."

Despite the short time together, I realized how much apparent sweetness was hidden in the man inside that shiny armor. That she could be firm with her enemies, but relentlessly sweet with those who carefully undressed her. But all the intensity he dedicated to sex was more compatible with his status as a hunter.

"And you, the Ranger Queen who made me take off my helmet!" He laughed...

"As you can see - I continued - I am persistent in my goals and I generally get what I want" - he said in a proud tone

"Yeah, I realized...you know...I would also like to get something more today" - he spoke in a calm voice.

"What else do you want to achieve, Warrior?" He said, furrowing his eyebrows.

I noticed him raising his left hand to reach mine which was hovering off the bed.

"I can only say if you let me lie down next to you..."

My heart skipped a beat, my breathing became more rapid as I felt both the touch of your hand and your words. My core was already pulsing.

Me and that man, who has already given me such delightful moments, spend so many hours together without touching each other again? In fact, that was impossible to happen. He made it clear that he didn't want feelings, and he apologized if he had given that impression. I agreed, I left him calm about it. I was like that too, detached, I tried to have fun with whoever I wanted, but I had never given myself to someone like that... and now after being with him, something was bothering me inside and I didn't know what it was... .

"Come..." I said...there was no way to deny that man anything.

He gets up from the comforter and you hear a towel fall near the bed. When his body passed over mine, I felt his dick rubbing over my robe-clad thigh until he positioned himself on the right side of the bed. The space wasn't big, after all, it was for just one person, which made him squeeze between the wall and my body. I, dressed in the bathrobe, with my hair still a little damp, felt his hand moving a strand away from my neck. His nose brushed my hair and his mouth placed delicate, warm kisses on my neck. A shiver took over my body. He passed his left hand under my waist, bringing me closer to his naked body. His right hand came down on my belly, undoing the knot on my robe. The breath on my neck getting deeper and deeper.

"So fragrant...my flower...my Queen"

My chest burned, my core begged as I felt his cock grow beneath the thick fabric that still covered my ass.

Once the robe's knot was undone, his hand grabbed my breast willingly, but without hurting... I started to pull up the back of the robe to feel his dick in my ass. I really needed that man inside me again, urgently.

He turned my body forward to position himself on top, spreading my legs. His knees between them, a little of his weight on top of me, one hand placed on the side of my face, the other on the mattress... I caressed his muscular back and imagined if there was as much desire and lust written on his face as there was on his face. my.

"I have something in my head, a desire that is consuming me and that I can no longer wait to ask you?"

My heavy breathing and the desire that took over my body made my voice come out like a sigh...

"Ask, Warrior..."

The darkness prevents me from seeing your eyes, but I felt your breath on my face, warm and intense.

"Can I taste you? Please?"

"You can..." I replied with a smile on my face and the little air I still had in my lungs.

He then kissed me, a deep kiss, our tongues dancing in our mouths. Now with both hands on the mattress, he began to move down my body between kisses... on my chin, my neck, my breasts and my belly. He got off the bed, which was a little short for our bodies, knelt on the edge and ran his hands down the sides of my thighs, pulling me closer to him. He closed my legs and lifted them with his hands behind my knees, extending my ass upwards and there, with them closed tightly, he ran his tongue under my exposed entrance, very slowly.

My body rose instinctively, a burning in my stomach and my pulsing core asked for more as I brought my hands to my face. He opened my legs, squeezed them willingly and placed kisses on the inside of my thighs until he reached my entrance.

"Can I? Can I taste you? Please!" Your voice full of desire

My yes, it came out as a whisper as he opened me with his thick fingers and placed his tongue on my clitoris, circling it, then sucking it eagerly and going down to my entrance...

"What a sweet taste you have, my Queen" He spoke between the muffled sound of his mouth on me.

The feeling of that man between my legs, sucking me hard, rubbing the hair on his face against my pussy, was the most wonderful thing I could imagine. Already thirsty for more of him, I placed my hands on his damp hair, forcing him to go deeper, if that was possible. Without stopping sucking me he started filling me with his fingers. First one, then two entered and left me willingly. First straight, then in the shape of a hook, where it touched that special point. His tongue always working fiercely... did that man really exist? Already taken by the great treatment he gave me, my walls began to squeeze his fingers. It was my third orgasm of the day coming. While my body trembled he continued to penetrate me with force... he removed his fingers from me and now he dedicated himself to drinking all my pleasure.

As he went down and released his hair he gave small kisses on my mound

"So sweet, cumming in my mouth... Thank you my Queen."

But now I was the one who was thirsty to be satisfied more and more

"I want you inside me again..." - I said, already feeling my core pulsating again

"How do you wish me to enter you, Your Majesty?"

"From behind..." - he said in a hurry and with a smile full of mischief

I heard his satisfied laugh as I turned my back to him and got rid of the robe once and for all.

"I will be happy to satisfy you, my Queen!

I laid my head on the side of the mattress and pushed myself up as much as I could towards him. He positioned himself from behind, now on his knees on the bed, he held my ass tightly and I felt it rub against his cock, which was already wet and hard as a rock at my entrance. He rubbed it and slowly put his head in...

"Cum!" I panted as I felt him opening me up with that thick, perfect member...he panted with pleasure.

When he reached the bottom, he took off almost everything and started fucking me at a delicious pace. I helped him by opening up as much as possible and pushing myself against him while he growled between his teeth.

"Oh, how I wish I could see that, God!" He complained between moans

"Now you know how I feel...not being able to look into your eyes while you fuck me, Warrior" I said feeling vindicated.

He laughed between sighs, moans and swear words while I asked him to go harder, but deeper...

"Fuck! I can't take much more... so tight, my Queen... so perfect, so, so..." His words trailed off and began to give away his limit

"Then come for me, my Warrior... I'm yours" - I said, already feeling the climax would come for me too.

He began to penetrate me hard, the sound of our bodies colliding. I felt his dick grow as my walls squeezed him tightly... He cursed and moaned loudly. I sank my face and my nails into the mattress as I came and he grabbed my ass tighter...until the explosion of pleasure came for him as well, amidst loud moans...my legs felt weak.

We came down from that wonderful moment, breathless and satisfied with so much dedication. He suspended me next to his body. My back pressed against his chest, our sweat mixed, his two hands held me tightly just below my breasts while he placed kisses on the side of my head and my face.

"You are incredible, my Queen" - your heavy voice, that hoarse voice of yours that drove me crazy

"Thank you for this, my Warrior"

He pulled out of me carefully as he felt our liquid drain from inside me and honestly I was so full of pleasure that I didn't mind staying like that. We lay on our sides, still in the same position we were in, hugging each other. His hand still caressed the side of my body and went up to my hair, soaked with sweat, where he sighed, passing his face and small kisses... so affectionate!

I felt a wave of peace invade me... besides being fucked like crazy, I felt so protected with that man next to me... that little warning light started to go off in my head as I tried to think only about that moment

"Sleep, we still have a few hours" - He said softly.

Exhausted with pleasure, peace and trying to avoid the warnings, I laid my head on his arm and felt sleep come as I caressed him.

/

I woke up to the system beeping, it would take about half an hour to reach our destination.

I stretched and realized he was still sleeping. I got up carefully, picked up the towels that were on the floor and went to the closet to get my uniform.

I took another quick shower and got dressed. Jumpsuit, boots, belt, I braided my long hair low and put it aside. I took my helmet with visor, but left it aside for now... I went to the control compartment, sat down and sighed... soon this incredible day would end.

Suddenly, I feel his hand caress my shoulder, with his orange finger glove and that smell that already seemed familiar to me. I turn my face and there he is, the man in beskar, all dressed, shiny and attired like the warrior he is...I couldn't help but sigh at that beautiful sight.

"I didn't mean to wake you, we're already there." -she said in a sigh.

"I was awake... just waiting for you to leave so I could turn on the light and get dressed..." a low laugh "And you, how beautiful in your uniform!"

A silly smile on my face conveyed my satisfaction with the compliment, but I thanked him anyway.

"What about the wound? I would dress it again." - I asked pointing to his rib.

"No, I'm fine. You know, my rescuer has magical hands. I've been able to prove that in many ways these last few hours..."

You blush again at the compliment

"And then you tell me about magic hands..." I thought.

We see Mandalore appearing small on the horizon in front of us.

"Well, get ready for landing..." - I said trying not to show the nervousness in my voice

"Okay, I'll let you know we're coming." He said, sending a signal that was promptly responded to.

/

The atmosphere of Mandalore was thick, yet we passed through reasonably well. It was an interesting planet, with many crystal-like plains, rocks, and mountains. We spotted the base and prepared for landing near a gigantic opening in the middle of a mountain.

Passing by, I noticed the grandeur of the place that was being rebuilt. There were many years of legendary battles, which until then I had only read about in books. Now, everything was back on its feet.

We landed and at the base of the platform we could see a few more warriors positioned, all with similar armor with the Mythosaurus symbol, but none compared to Din's...he was unique.

We went down and right away I noticed a small green being running towards us.

"Grogu! How are you, boy?"

He was cute, with pointy ears, big expressive eyes, delicate hands and a small mouth that uttered words in some language I didn't know.

He looked at me curiously, as Din took my arm and introduced me to him.

"This is Quenn... Régia, my friend..."

"Hi! Nice to meet you, Grogu!" I said, fascinated with that little being

He smiled and jumped into my arms...despite the initial shock, he was captivating and charming!

Din took him from my arms and handed him to another Mandalorian carefully.

"See you soon, kid." - He said in a soft voice.

"Please..." - he said addressing the guard - "Refuel my guest's ship and prepare a room"

"No, no, I...I have to go..." I said promptly

Din turned around and despite not seeing his eyes, I felt a certain frustration.

"No, not at all! I have to repay you in some way, you helped me, healed me, brought me home... saved my life."

"Yes, but... everything is fine. It was a... pleasure... for me to help you." - I said, trying to convey all my gratitude for all the wonderful moments that man gave me in the last few hours.

"But I...I..." - He was reluctant

"It's okay, you saved me too, have you forgotten?" - My heart kept beating faster and faster.

"No..." - He said in a sigh

"Then we're even!" - I said, extending my hand...

He looked at her for a second and moved closer to me. He held onto my shoulders, his gloves sliding over my arms and then cupping my hands.

My entire body was shaking at that moment. That man had established a force over me that I was only now realizing the extent of.

The troops had already left and it was just the two of us on the platform contemplating that blue atmosphere of Mandalore... a farewell scene.

"Close your eyes..." - He spoke very quietly

"What did you say?" - I furrowed my eyebrows

"Close your eyes!" - He asked, now a little louder, but with softness in his voice.

I obeyed. A tightness took over my chest...he had already asked me this hours ago and I imagined what would happen next.

I heard the helmet's clasp open and the sound of beskar clinking on the ground. I felt his hands on my face and I instinctively placed mine on his cold iron chest.

His lips touched mine in a sweet, strong and tender way. I dropped my hands to his waist and felt the depth of his kiss invade my entire being.

He stopped and gave me another peck. I felt his hands leave my face, I let go of his waist, I felt him lower himself and I heard the helmet close again.

"I would give anything to see the color of your eyes, Warrior." -He said, opening my eyes and pulling me away with a shy smile.

"And I eagerly await your return, my Queen" - He said, placing his right arm in front of his chest, his fist closed and lowering his back in reverence to me.

I took a few more steps back, still staring at the man in the beskar, until I turned around and climbed the conveyor belt to the door of my ship.

Before it closed and I continued on my way, hoping to perhaps one day return to Mandalore, I heard him shout:

"They are brown!"

~*~

[oldraysblog]

A Second Gay Congressional Staffer Was Filmed Having Sex In A Capitol Building And We Have His Party Affiliation – Right Journalism

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The alleged sex tape filmed in the Capitol by a Senate staffer this month is not the first time such an incident has been investigated.

News broke on Wednesday of a second investigation into a congressional staffer, who allegedly filmed himself performing sex acts with another man inside the U.S. Capitol in the summer of 2022. The videos first circulated on Snapchat from a user with the screen name “Adam J,” according to Semafor, which first reported the story.

In one of the videos, a man masturbates inside a House office building, which the outlet identified through the furniture and a mouse pad branded with a congressional seal. In the second video, two men — whose faces were not visible — engaged in sexual acts in another office.

The staffer has not been named but was identified by Semafor as a former senior House staffer of Republican U.S. Rep. Dan Newhouse of Washington.

A spokesperson for Rep. Dan Newhouse, R-Wash., told The National Desk (TND) Thursday a staffer in their office had been investigated for “purported, inappropriate behavior” in June 2022, though “no conclusive evidence” was found.

The staffer left Rep. Newhouse’s office shortly after the investigation, the spokesperson told TND.

The staffer in question denied taking part in the videos, stating that he was informed of an investigation, but that Newhouse told him personally they had found “no evidence to the allegation.” He said that while he had left the position in Fall 2022, it was on “good terms” and was unrelated to the investigation.

Mark Van der Veen offers some of the most analytical and insightful writings on politics. He regularly opines on the motives and political calculations of politicians and candidates, and whether or not their strategy will work. Van der Veen offers a contrast to many on this list by sticking mainly to a fact-based style of writing that is generally combative with opposing ideologies.

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[theic-manic]

"Welcome to the Circus" by Five Finger Death Punch plays Me: "Hi Ares...oh right, our conversation yesterday? I should share it?" Ares: "Please do, show that my devotees are stronger than they realise."

So get comfy all, story time: CW: References FDV & sexual assault very briefly Ares has been in my orbit for a long while and each Tuesday I do a devotional for him but I only just recently invited him to be a Patron God and he accepted (I'll note that calculating my Soul Deity parents helped, which I'll link below). Anyways, I was feeling insecure because well, I am a skinny little Oracle Witch, not exactly giving soldier, you know? *Dragula by Rob Zombie plays now, my Gods I love shufflemancy* Ares: "Okay I will need you to pay attention here my ADHD muppet" Me: "Rude but go on" Ares, smiling: "You struggle during nights of the full moon because you remember the time as a teenager, when living on a farm, you had to take yourself and your little sister to safety while your mother was being beaten, in the dead of night, with only the full moon to guide you. There are Spartans who had a nicer childhood than you yet despite the utter hell you experienced, you did not come out bitter, you actually display courage, love and care for others every fucking day" Me: "okay but-" Ares: "You're a workplace Union rep, not only is Zeus damn proud of you but I am too. You recently underwent hell while temporarily working at another organisation, and despite the fact that HR bitch essentially mocked you for being a sexual abuse survivor, you turned your experience with HR into a victory for others by sending her rather illegal advice emailed to you to your union and in your post-traumatic incident meetings with her you made it very clear that your focus was ensuring that procedures would be improved to keep your colleagues safe. You made your experience an opportunity to help others." Me: "That's just the right thing" Ares: "No, that is the making of a fucking General. Those war veterans were right in stating that you would be great in the military, but while your disabilities prevent you from engaging in physical battle, your ability to win mental and corporate battles is second to none. You motivate and encourage the other union delegates, some of whom are federal lawyers mind you, at your previous workplace while inspiring your peers at the office you returned to after 7 months working elsewhere. Did you not hear all those colleagues praising your return? Telling you that just thinking of you gave them strength? You're a fucking leader, act like it." Me: "Okay fair" Ares: "Humility is nice however when it blocks you from acknowledging your own strength and power, it becomes harmful and isn't fucking cute." Me: "Okay good point." Ares: "You've worked damn hard to temper your inner demons and overcome your own inner battles. I can take on armies. I can topple nations but nothing is scarier than the enemy within. That bastard knows your weaknesses. It corners you at night. You overcoming that is no small feat. Own that. Celebrate your power." Me: "Thank you" Ares: "Oh and don't forget that about 10 years ago during your binge drinking era you'd wear an ex boyfriend's army jacket while having sensual combative style sex with your friend from high school" Me, blushing: "OKAY I am one of yours, I get it!" Ares: *Smug smile* "You're welcome" Soul Parent Deity post:

I’ve been leaning on Ares for his strength as I fight through some internal wars I’ve been in for a very long time. He’s taught me that time after time, I come out not only victorious, but stronger each time I scrape tooth and claw to get back on my feet. Nothing has ever broken my spirit, and it never will, because each time I am forced to falter at the hands of a man’s free will, I raise back up in a fury of fire and spite. I am louder, I am fierce, and with each of my success I triumph over him. Him, the man who chose selfishness over love, where I burn at my fingertips to destroy with victory; the victory, each time I rise from the ashes of an episode, each time my body physically strengthens as I sprint with the spirit of a Daughter of Ares, each time I live my pride by doing the job he told me I couldn’t do.

I am a Daughter of Ares, and I will burn until I am heard.

[lychee-angelica]

planets in the mercury ruled nakshatras 📃☁️

~ a summary of the planets placed within the mercury ruled nakshatras ~

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ashlesha (16.40 - 30 cancer), jyeshta (16.40 - 30 scorpio), revati (16.40 - 30 pisces)

ღ this is based off my personal observations and research, so if it doesn’t resonate please let it go ღ

vedic birth chart calculator

the nature of mercury bestows analytical, intellectual qualities. the mercurial nakshatras reside within water signs, creating very yin, sensitive and mystical natured people. mercurial qualities shine in ashlesha and jyeshta, however mercury is debilitated in pisces. i have noticed that mercury loses influence of analytical and intellectual qualities in revati, the nakshatra of spiritual liberation

note: one mere placement does not dictate everything about yourself and your destiny. this is a guide on the general outcomes of planetary placement through mercury nakshatras ~ so many other factors are in play 🐾

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ashlesha (16.40 - 30 cancer) the underworld paradise, the embracer

ashlesha is symbolised by a coiled serpent, pertaining to the intense and mystical nature of this nakshatra. ashlesha is hypnotic, clinging, supernatural, cunning, sensual, intense, natural occultists and seductive. serpents may induce fear in common people however they will never harm a mystic

ascendant in ashlesha ~ these people have a mysterious, hypnotic and intense aura, they are attractive and seductive people, charismatic and intelligent, reserved and deceptive, sometimes can make one cruel or highly egotistical

moon in ashlesha ~ highly emotionally intelligent, insightful, charismatic, hypnotic and very attractive, intense emotional nature, may make some deeply insecure, can make one deceptive, manipulative or an emotionally clinging person, highly attuned to the supernatural and mystical forces of nature

sun in ashlesha ~ hypnotic, intelligent and calculative, someone who conceals their true intentions, powerful, intense and mesmerising people, may make someone hold tightly onto a self-created identity or image and places efforts into maintaining their image

mercury in ashlesha ~ highly intelligent and cunning people, someone who can absorb themselves in a topic making them fast learners, their intelligence is alluring and charming, inclined toward occult and magic research, engages and lures others with their thought and ideas, sharp and analytical minds

venus in ashlesha ~ very attractive and charismatic people, alluring, highly devoted and intense lovers, very high libido, sometimes can make one stay in toxic relationships for too long, these people can have others wrapped around their finger, can indicate one’s lover attractive, charismatic and sexual, these people can have a love for luxurious possessions

mars in ashlesha ~ very attractive and charismatic, very high libido, highly sexual, protective and territorial, sharp instincts and psychologically tactical when provoked, mars is debilitated in cancer, so mars can be insecure about not living up to one’s potential and desperately clings onto their goals, lessening the potential of mars to achieve

jupiter in ashlesha ~ highly wise and knowledgeable on occult, magic and universal law, great ability to tune into higher consciousness, highly absorbed into spiritual and religious teachings, jupiter does wonderfully here as it is exalted in cancer

saturn in ashlesha ~ supressed sensual pleasures in life, dispassionate, struggles in ones life are intense and immense, highly perseverant and enduring, tight grasp over one’s ambitions despite short comings 

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jyeshta nakshtra (16.40 - 30 scorpio) the power wielder, the foremost 

jyeshta is symbolised by an umbrella and a talisman, eluding to themes of shelter, status and magic. jyeshta is ambitious, mentally sharp, power-hungry, defensive, intense, combative, honourable and inclined toward the occult. billionaires are never satisfied with how much wealth or power they accumulate, they need more as though they are starved

ascendant in jyeshta ~ mature disposition, intolerant of dishonour, receives and expects respect, prone to envious people, heightened senses, self-made and hard-working, courageous and strong character, seeks security through elevating one’s status

moon in jyeshta ~ very heightened senses, intuitive, inclined toward mysticism and occult, nervous, responsive, forceful and impulsive emotional nature, possesses an aura of capability and confidence, withdrawn and prefers seclusion, habit of emotional concealment, naturally competitive, defensive nature. moon is debilitated in scorpio making one insecure, overly stimulated and high strung, can also make one verbally aggressive and deliver emotionally cutting words

sun in jyeshta ~ highly self-reliant, self-made people, confident and authoritive, can be egotistical, highly assertive, ability to achieve high status, precise and orderly, justified and fair people making them highly respectable, ambitious, can become an expert

mercury in jyeshta ~ logical, strategical, analytical and intelligent, cunning and witty people, speech may be harsh and cutting, the mind is very precise and calculative, communicates in secret, utilises their words and intellect to defend and protect themselves, good at intellectualising occult information

venus in jyeshta ~ possessive and jealous, attracts people who are envious of their looks, partner, wealth or possessions, highly lustful and sexually potent people, attracts lustful desires from others, intense lovers, creates a clinging or overwhelming nature in love, love for mysticism and occult

mars in jyeshta ~ driven and courageous people, highly motivated to achieve, intolerant of dishonour, precise and harsh expression of their energy and actions, competitive and assertive, highly wilful, analytical, strategical and calculative, lustful and sexually potent, fond or intrigued by weapons and/or military/police forces

 jupiter in jyeshta ~ self-learned people, abundant knowledge of the occult, spiritual and mystical people, research oriented, strong-willed and assertive, may rely on their senses, impulses and prediction when faced with adversity, highly intuitive, authoritative and responsible people

saturn in jyeshta ~ great at risk assessment, structured, orderly and sharp minds, rises steadily to power and achievement, concentrated and analytical people, determined and ambitious, patient, strategical and authoritive people

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revati nakshatra (16.40 - 30 pisces) the nourished, the abundant

revati is symbolised by a pair of fish and a drum, pertaining to the serine, companion-like and rhythmic nature of this nakshatra. revati is internally wealthy, prosperous, compassionate, spiritually elevated, moral, musically inclined and devoted. guiding light of maternal support to the less fortunate and innocent

ascendent in revati ~ these people are sweet and gentle, highly spiritual and internally enriched, transcendental and dreamy aura, artistic and creative types, generous and non-discriminative, moral, loving and supportive nature

moon in revati ~ motherly, empathetic and deeply compassionate, very spiritually inclined, sweet, friendly disposition, artistically and creatively talented, emotionally generous, sincere, imaginative, dreamy nature, although these people are sweet they are almost immune to other’s deceits, can make someone overly sensitive and soft

sun in revati ~ high moral compass, sweet and friendly, highly spiritual, artistically self expressive especially musically, highly creative, inspiring impact on others, highly supportive of others, insightful people, the egotistical nature of sun can make one feel as though they know better than others

mercury in revati ~ sweetly spoken, may have very pretty handwriting, creative, good at creative writing, highly imaginative, love for socialisation, may struggle with being analytical and logical as mercury is debilitated in pisces

venus in revati ~ enriched romantic nature, musically and artistically talented, very beautiful and attractive people, compassionate, sweet and empathetic, peaceful nature, divine and spiritually inclined, romantic and sensual, fond of wealth and possessions, venus is exalted in pisces so this is a wonderful placement 

mars in revati ~ also indicative of musical talent and creativity, one gently speaks with authority, good intention, may have an unfulfilled need of parental-like affection, suppresses mar’s sometimes harsh and competitive nature

jupiter in revati ~ highly spiritual, intuitive, plenty spiritual knowledge and wisdom, strong moral compass, well intentioned people, inspiring and acts as a guiding light in the eyes of others, dreamy people

saturn in revati ~ restrains and delays one’s path toward spiritual liberation and bliss, although through their patience and dedication one will reach their destination, devoted to spiritual or religious teachings and attaining prosperity, lack of nourishments in terms of parental-like affections are also seen 

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[billyrussohaven]

Into my Web

Chapter 2

Billy Russo x Female Reader

Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo

Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, obsessive thoughts, dub con, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.

GIF by druiigg

A/N: This has been sitting around for a few months. Well almost a year honestly. Life happened and we never really got to wrap it up with a pretty bow finish...But we worked so hard on it, we didn't want it to never be read or enjoyed. So I will be posting this story because I have fond memories of it. I hope you guys will enjoy it, we sure did have a lot of fun writing this.

Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Billy sauntered through the large main door to his place, a bouquet of forget-me-nots in one hand and a tray with waffles and ice cream in the other. His night had been boring, the company he'd chosen not doing much for him. It was happening far too often these days and he constantly compared the women to you. It was aggravating. The blood, he could get anywhere. He mostly liked to mix his pleasure with feeding but it didn't really matter. He just wished you'd let him touch you. It'd be so easy for him for his little pet to also service his sexual needs and he'd been dying to have you since he laid his eyes on you.

He'd been playing the long game because it was more fun, despite the frustration. He wanted you to want him, beg for him and be needy for him. It was mind games and he revelled in it. There was absolutely no fun in forcing himself on you or compelling you to sleep with him. So he wanted to break you down until you were begging for him and then he'd finally be able to have you.

He was starting to get impatient though and he was wondering if he needed to up his game and pull out some new tricks. He walked into his bedroom, his vampire hearing picking up the steady thumping of your heart from in the closet. He set the tray of waffles down on the nightstand, working on putting the flowers in a nice decorative vase for you when he let you out. 

Once it was all done, he moved to unlock the closest door, opening it as he looked down at you curled up on the floor. 

"Y/N?" He asked, keeping his voice soft and calm, soothing as he crouched down next to you. His hand stroked through your hair, knowing when you were like this it was the only time you accepted some of his touches. His usual cold and calculating eyes were warm as he gazed down on you, his caring mask firmly in place. You jumped slightly as you woke up on the hard wooden floor. You looked up at him with sleepy and vacant eyes. You hung your head down hiding a wobbly chin and groveled to his feet.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, holding on to his leg and groveling like he’d disappear into thin air. He loved it.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me now? You know I don't like doin' this," he gave you a pained look, as if punishing you wounded him so deeply. His fingers continued to comb through your hair sweetly.

You nodded and let him help you up to the bed, your eyes darting to the flowers. A weak smile painted your lips as you sat back on the headboard.

“Thank you,” you said in a timid voice looking down at your lap being covered with a blanket and a tray of warm waffles with ice cream. He was standing beside the bed with the TV remote in hand as he set up your favorite TV show on Netflix for you. 

"I'm gonna take good care of you, sweetheart," he murmured, giving you a warm smile before he set the remote back down. He thoroughly enjoyed these moments with you and how different you'd be. He went to move away but your hand instantly shot upwards and closed tightly around his forearm, a panic stricken look on your face. You didn't want to be alone, not now, not so soon. You flinched slightly at your action as if readying yourself for a scowl. He suppressed the urge to smirk at your reaction, your fear. He could hear your pretty little heart fluttering away in your chest and he got a kick out of how needy you were being. 

"Just wanna get out of these clothes," he said with a charming smile, peeling your hand away from him. He was still in yesterday's clothes and he wanted to get into something comfortable for his day with you. 

He moved to the drawers on the other side of his room, rummaging in them until he pulled out some black sweats and clean boxers. He didn't care about nudity, stripping in front of you unabashed as he got into them and left himself shirtless. He enjoyed the skin to skin contact with you and he'd take as much as he could get. He also wanted you to get used to him better. He sauntered back over to the bed, climbing on the other side and slipping under the covers, leaning against the headboard as he glanced at you with a smile. He took the tray of waffles and plastic cutlery, cutting up the waffles before he raised the fork to your mouth with an expectant look on his face. You opened your mouth and leaned over to take the bite of food. You exhaled a long sigh and chewed thoroughly. He watched you with rapt attention, always finding you fascinating like this. 

After a few bites you relaxed more, resting back into the pillows and snuggled up next to him. Your attention was on the TV, eyes curiously watching a more intimate scene between the main characters. A slight frown appeared on your face, barely visible to human eyes. Billy caught it though, his eyes going from your face to the TV as a brow rose in curiosity. He didn't give a shit about whatever show you had on, you were far more entertaining to him. But there was something about the scene currently showing that made you frown and he was dying to know just what was going on inside that head of yours. You snapped out of it and turned to him open-mouthed to take another mouthful of ice cream. He fed you, eyes back on you as he licked his lower lip and tilted his head.

"You want me to put somethin' else on?" He asked, trying to figure out just what it was that was bothering you about it.

You looked up at him and shook your head.

“No, you don’t have to change clothes,” you answered casually. One of your hands was against his skin and you rubbed absentmindedly at it with your pinky finger. He blinked at you in confusion for a moment before he realised you had no idea what he was talking about. He would have pressed it more if he wasn't so interested in watching your strange reaction. You spaced out again, opening up for a bite but not really reaching for it either. The same little frown appeared between your brows as you watched the scene. His eyes kept darting to the screen and then your face, a sly smirk making its way onto his lips. He hadn't really given much thought into your experience with things like this but he was starting to think it was a lack of it that had that cute little confused frown on your face. The episode ended and you snapped out of it. Sitting a little straighter and finally taking the bite, giving him a smile with the tiniest of flush on your cheeks. He felt a jolt of arousal hit him as he looked at you, all pretty and seemingly innocent. You had a little bit of ice cream on the corner of your mouth and he swiped it away with his thumb, dark eyes pinning you in place as he sucked his thumb clean.

Your eyes followed his thumb and the way he sucked it. You squirmed a bit feeling uncomfortable, the little frown returning as you looked away.

“Um...Can I go wash, please?” you asked politely looking down.

"Actually, I'm gonna give you a bath today," Billy replied with a smile as he reached out, stroking a hand through your hair affectionately. It was a plan that only just popped into his head but he was running with it. His waiting game was getting pretty boring and Billy hated being bored. So he'd switch it up and see what happened. You needed to get used to him eventually or he'd have no use for you. Honestly, it would be a waste to kill such a pretty little thing.

You didn’t move away from his touch but you didn’t lean into it either. He had taken you off guard, he never had bathed you before. Just watched or left you alone. Your eyebrows shot upwards and surprise etched on your face blinking back at him. The grin he gave you was warm on the surface although there was darkness hidden behind his sweet sweet caring routine. He hopped off the bed, making his way to the joining large bathroom as he started drawing a bath for you. He usually let you bathe yourself. Since his end game was to get you to service his every need, you obviously needed to be okay with his touch. Right now you only seemed to accept it when in your broken state and that wasn't enough for him. So he'd push things along to get you to hurry up and just accept him. After your confusion over the scene in the show, he started to think it'd be easier than he'd first anticipated. 

You took your clothes off, no prudish ways about nudity or your body. You stood there slightly cold and waited for the bath to fill up. His eyes trailed your body, a hunger hitting him that wasn't just for the sweet blood pumping through your veins. He felt himself harden just at the sight of you and he had to hold himself back from just pouncing on you. He'd ruin the fun for himself. He busied himself with the bath and getting a nice large fluffy towel ready for you. He didn't care about your comfort but he had to keep up his pretence that he did with the state you were in. He'd be good to you if you were a good little pet. You decided to use the toilet in the meantime looking casual and unashamed. You felt his gaze on you and you were slightly confused at his face, unable to read him sometimes.

“Is there something wrong? Did I forget..?” you asked confused, checking your hair for a hairpin or looking down at your still freshly shaved legs.

He shook his head, clearing his throat as he turned the faucets off.

"No, it's fine," he muttered, standing up straighter and looking at you. You'd been with him months now and he knew you'd been at the place in Nevada since you were young. But he'd never put too much thought into it. Didn't think much about just how sheltered you actually were. He wasn't sure why it was only hitting him now. It was interesting though. It piqued at his curiosity. You finished up and washed your hands in the sink looking at his reflection in the mirror.

"Alright, it's done," he said, laying the towel over the sink ready for when you'd be done. He gave you an expectant look, his eyes dark as they trailed over your naked body. He had no idea how you'd react to his touch but he'd soon be finding out.

You nodded and walked to the edge of the tub and poked the water with your toes. You were fine with the temperature of it and sat down in the middle of the tub, closing your eyes with a peaceful look. The hot water did wonders on your skin and muscles. You were beautiful. Billy could never deny that. He found it hard to look away sometimes. He crouched beside the bath, eyeing you carefully as he grabbed the washcloth and dipped it into the water. He was waiting to see if you'd say anything as he took his time, lathering it up with soap. You eyed him by the corner of your eyes but stayed still and silent. He took one of your arms at first, washing your skin gently, being soft and slow in his movements. You jerked slightly at the contact but didn’t move away. You had a neutral look on your face, maybe slightly tense but mostly blinking and obeying.

"This okay?" He asked in a low voice, dark and warm eyes on you. He didn't care but he was curious how you'd respond, he could see how tense you were. One of his hands was holding yours, pulling your arm out so he could rub the warm and soapy cloth up it and to your shoulder. You hummed and nodded your head looking at him washing you. He suppressed the smirk toying on the edge of his lips, pleased at your reaction. He shifted to sit on the edge of the tub so he could mimic his actions on your other arm. Making sure to take his time as he did and his eyes never leaving your face. You took a small sharp intake of air when he hovered about you. You stayed put, although you seemed slightly skittish over certains things. 

"Relax, sweetheart. Lemme take good care of you," he murmured with a sweet smile, trying to ease your discomfort as he washed your arm. He slid the cloth up your arm and your shoulder, moving it across your collarbone. His free hand gripped your chin gently, tilting your face up to him as the cloth swiped over your pretty little throat. The throat he really wanted to sink his teeth into. He almost growled, feeling himself getting worked up. He kept a firm resolve though as he washed your throat and watched you carefully.

Your jaw was tense and shook with the smallest shivers. You always tensed when his hands or face were too close to your arteries, for obvious reasons. Your reactions were only furthering his arousal. You weren't pulling away or freaking out entirely but you were still fearful. He loved it. He slid the cloth down your chest before he started rubbing it across one of your breasts. He really wanted to get his bare hands on them but he knew you wouldn't be ready for that yet so he just washed them with the cloth. Goosebumps flared all over your skin as you felt the warm cloth over your breasts and you shivered slightly, your shoulders rolling back. Your reaction didn't go unnoticed by Billy and he bit his lower lip as he washed both breasts, eyes intense and on you. He slid the cloth down your stomach then, slowly trailing to between your legs. He was waiting to see if you'd stop him or not, waiting to see just what you'd do. It was quite fun toying with you like this, testing things out and waiting for you to react.

The small frown of earlier reappeared on your face and your hips moved a bit. The sensation felt weird and you almost asked him to repeat it but you closed your mouth without saying anything. When you didn't stop him, he continued to rub your pussy with the cloth. He noticed how your hips moved a little and he bit back a pleased smirk as he applied a little more pressure, purposely brushing the cloth over your clit over and over. You squirmed under his touch and the frown on your face deepened. You looked at him wondering what he was doing and mostly why it felt odd. It didn’t feel like that when you washed yourself. 

“What...That feels weird,” you said with a deep frown and closed your legs slightly away from him, the whole thing confusing you and making you feel slightly annoyed.

He had to stop himself from snarling when you closed your legs, reminding himself that scaring you right now wouldn't help. It was all starting to click into place now. You'd never felt pleasure before. You were untouched, something that pleased him greatly. And by your reaction you'd never even touched yourself either. This was something he could have a lot of fun with and his mind was going a million miles a minute.

"Weird how?" He asked innocently, not betraying his thoughts as he used his hand to push open your legs again. He was loving watching you squirm. He got a sick satisfaction out of pleasuring you when you didn't even realise that's what you were feeling.

“Like… Tingly and warm. I don’t have my period again, do I?” you asked with a slight panic in your voice. You looked down but frowned not seeing blood but feeling like you were losing blood.

"It's supposed to feel that way. It feels nice, right?" He asked as he rubbed the cloth against your clit again.

You opened your mouth a few times thinking about how you were feeling and how it felt, a frown still deeply etched on your forehead.

“It feels wet like when I had my period,” you said first, biting your lower lip unconsciously.

“But I don’t want it to stop either,” you added, looking between his face and the cloth between your legs. Your words sent a rush right to his dick and he was practically purring. His sweet innocent little pet.

"That's normal. All girls feel wet like that when they get touched like this," he murmured patiently. He was finally getting somewhere with you and he wasn't about to fuck it up.

“So, you don’t mind it? It’s not a bad thing, right?” you asked, trying to read his face, hoping he wouldn’t punish you for it. A grin made its way onto his face at your words and his other hand came up to your hair, burying it there as his fingers rubbed your scalp softly. It was a little endearing how clueless you were about it. He couldn't wait to ruin you.

"It's a good thing. And the nice tingly feelin'... it gets even better if I keep doin' it. It makes you feel really good," he explained, the cloth still lazily rubbing against you.

“My chest feels weird,” you said, the panic returning, feeling out of breath and shaky. Your hands were rubbing at it trying to soothe whatever was happening, blushing up and swallowing thickly. He moved the cloth away as he shushed you softly, feeling like you'd had enough for one day. It wouldn't be fun if he broke you too soon. Besides, he wanted to leave you wanting more.

"See, nothin' bad happened," he smiled reassuringly, setting the cloth on the side of the bath.

“Is it something only… your kind can do?” you asked sheepishly, hoping he wouldn’t mind you asking. He thought about his answer for a moment. You really were absolutely clueless. He could fill your head with whatever he wanted and he planned on it. He was getting a real kick out of you being so curious about the whole thing.

"No, anyone can do it. But only I'm allowed to touch you because you belong to me," he said firmly, possessiveness swelling in his chest. He'd rip anyone limb from limb for touching you. He didn't share.

You nodded quickly and averted your eyes. You had a millions of questions to ask him but you felt skittish to ask them, not wanting to upset him. He moved to stand, grabbing the towel as he looked down at you.

"You can ask me questions if you want. I won't bite," he smirked teasingly, mischief dancing behind his dark eyes. You winced silently at his joke, the memory of his horrible fanged face flashing behind your eyes. You swallowed and stood up so he could dry you.

“Is it only girls?” you asked first, shivering at the cold air around you. He rubbed the fluffy towel over you, drying you softly as he shook his head.

"It's different for guys. We got different bodies. But we feel it too. Girls get wet but guys get hard," he said, his hand darting out and snatching yours quickly, pressing it against the bulge in his sweats. You looked down and touched the hard length pushing back against the palm of your hand. You’ve seen him naked before but it didn’t fit with the picture you had in mind. You frowned and opened your mouth to ask him another question.

“Can I see it?” you asked with a confused look.

If his heart was beating it would have stilled at your words. The faintest of groans left his lips as he nodded, tossing the towel to the floor with a wicked smirk.

"C'mon," he murmured, not waiting for a response before he picked you up, legs around his waist. He carried you with ease to the bedroom and put you on the bed before he pulled off his pants and boxers. His large and hard cock was standing to attention as he moved to sit back against the headboard, his eyes glued to you for your reaction. He loved this curiosity, he wanted to explore it and see what he could do with it. You stared at him, slowly moving next to him. The look on your face changed from confusion to curiosity.

“It’s longer and standing by itself. Isn’t that painful?” you said reaching for it with an hesitant hand. He bit down hard on his lower lip, his body unmoving as not to spook you.

"It can be if I leave it like this too long. This happens when I'm… when I feel the same warm tingly sensation you did. The feelin' of need you have when you feel yourself wet like earlier. It's like our version of being wet," he explained patiently.

Your hand went under your bum, still feeling the wetness that didn’t seem to go away. Your fingers glistened slightly under the light.

“How do you make it stop?” you asked, looking around wondering what to do with the sticky wet fluid on your hand. Billy couldn't help himself as he snatched up your hand, popping your wet fingers into his mouth as he sucked them clean with a dirty moan. You tasted like heaven and his dick twitched at the sensation. You tried jerking your hand away from his mouth by instinct, looking at him with a shocked expression.

“Wait! No! Why?” your mind fired out of you quickly. He chuckled darkly as he let your fingers slide from his mouth with a pop.

"'Cause I like the taste," he purred, eyes darker than normal as he looked at you, wanting nothing more than to devour you.

"And to answer your other question, it stops when you cum. If I'd have kept touchin' you, it feels better and better and then it's like… fireworks inside of you. It feels really good and it makes the wetness stop after," he licked his lips, savoring the taste of you as he sat there.

You reached for more and gave it a sniff before trying it yourself. You shrugged, not tasting or seeing what the hype was about. Your eyes darted to him again and you reached for the length of him again, looking up at him for his approval. He gave you a reassuring smile and a nod, really getting a kick out of the whole thing. You were so new to this. Fresh and pliable to mold how he wanted. It was perfect.

"You can touch me, it's fine," he encouraged. He really fucking wanted you to touch him. It'd been all he'd thought about since he first laid his eyes on you. You reached for him slowly and ran your fingers on the side of it. It was silky soft like the bedsheets and warm, warmer than the rest of him. You touched the head and wrapped your small hand around it.

“How do I make it feel good for you?” you asked innocently, wondering how it’d even work for males. A soft moan left his lips and it was taking a monumental amount of self control to stay where he was. He wrapped his hand over yours, moving it up and down as he applied the amount of pressure he liked as he groaned.

"Like that," he murmured, lips parting as he enjoyed the feel of your hand around him.

You felt your entire face and neck flush up warmly and looked down at your lap, feeling the weird pull of earlier and your wetness getting worse. You looked back at him and gave it a few strokes, watching his reaction. He moaned again, shifting his hips a little as his eyes darted from your hand on him to your face.

“Why is the warm tingling back if you’re not touching me?” you asked, moving your hand up and down, feeling the skin move around the hard center of it. Your lungs tickled and you rubbed at your chest. A louder groan left his lips then, your words making his desire get worse.

"It's normal. You like touchin' me. You want me to touch you," he muttered absentmindedly, arching up to your hand a little. He couldn't help it. It was the touch of someone inexperienced yet it was the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced.

You stopped moving your hand seeing the same kind of fluid dripping out of him, just the smallest amount. You ran a finger over it, curiously bringing your hand closer to look at it. You gave him a blank look wondering if you should do the same thing he did to yours earlier. You hesitated looking at him, your lips slightly parted, the last thing you wanted was to make him angry and send you to the closet again. His lips were parted and he was sure you were going to kill him at this rate. Your casual exploration of his body, your innocence, it was overwhelming him. He had to remind himself to stay firmly where he was because shoving his cock into your tight untouched pussy wouldn't serve him in the long run. He didn't want you only once and he didn't want you by force. He needed it so you wanted him and he could have you whenever he wanted.

"It's okay," he said, his eyes boring into you, waiting to see what you'd do.

You brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked them clean like icing. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good either. He did seem pleased with you and it made you feel fuzzy inside.

“Can you show me?” you asked him, curiosity eating at you.

"Show you what, sweetheart?" He asked in a low voice, raising a brow as he suppressed a dirty smirk.

“The fireworks,” you asked blushing but you didn’t know why you were. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning and he worked hard to contain his glee.

"Since you've been such a good girl for me today," he smiled, sitting up more.

"Lay down," he commanded, his whole body thrumming in anticipation. He couldn't wait to make you cum, see you writhing in pleasure for him. He'd get you hooked and soon you'd be the perfect little pet he wanted you to be. You were nervous and breathing faster, you were curious but you had no idea what was gonna happen and it scared you a bit.

“It...You’re not gonna hurt me right? It won’t hurt, right?” you asked him with a small voice filled with fear, laying down like he asked you to. 

Something uncomfortable panged in his chest at your words and he promptly shoved it far away from him.

"Won't hurt, I promise. I'll make you feel real good," he grinned, moving to kneel between your legs as he parted your thighs. His eyes darted to your soaked pussy and he groaned at the sight. 

“I don’t-I don’t want to go in the closet if something bad happens..I-” You felt panicky and you didn’t know why, like you didn’t have a hold or a clue on what you were feeling right now. His hands rubbed the inside of your thighs soothingly as he shushed you. 

"No closet. Nothin' bads gonna happen. Just relax," he murmured as his fingers stroked the skin of your inner thigh. You nodded and wrang your hands over your belly nervously. One of his hands slowly trailed up and he ran his fingers through your soaked folds, moaning at how wet you were. He wondered how well you'd take his cock. He wouldn't do that today but he was curious. He was pretty big and you were a virgin. You also apparently got incredibly wet pretty easily though. The scent of your arousal was drowning him and his cock was aching it was so hard.

You gasped feeling his touch and how it sent jolts up inside you. Your hands moved to grip the sheets and you looked down at him sitting between your legs. He found your clit with ease and started to rub slow and teasing circles around it. His eyes were glancing from your sweet pussy to your face to see your reaction. A soft moan escaped your parted lips at the feeling, you didn’t know why but it felt really good, like a warmth purring inside your lower belly and relaxing all the muscles in your body. Your body flopped down on the bed, untensing.

“It’s different without the cloth, like more intense?” You said, trying to explain the new sensations to him.

"It feel good?" He asked with a rough and raw voice, his need killing him slowly. He started rubbing faster circles around your clit, his fingers gliding around easily with how wet you were. You nodded at him, biting your lower lip and whining slightly. Your hips were moving up into his touch without thinking about it. Like a part of you was taking over.

He hummed, watching your reactions with rapt attention as he kept lavishing your clit with attention, changing the pace every so often to see how you'd respond. You opened your mouth to ask something else but you weren’t sure of what you were actually asking for. The frown returned but you closed your mouth instead of asking.

"I'm gonna try somethin'. Just relax, alright?" He asked, raising a brow at you. He knew what you needed but the last thing he needed was you freaking out on him. He really didn't want to deal with it. You nodded and tried to move up on your elbows to see what was happening between your legs. He kept rubbing your clit with one hand as he brought the other to your entrance. He pushed one finger inside of your soaked pussy with a groan at how tight you were. He had no idea how the fuck you'd end up taking him when the time came but he'd make damn sure he'd fit. It only made him want you more.

A loud sound you’ve never ever made in your entire life came out of you and you looked at him fearful. You waited for him to get angry but it didn’t seem to make him angry at all.

“I’m sorry, I dunno,” you mumbled between panting, your heart racing inside your chest.

"Don't be sorry. I wanna hear you, it's a good thing. Means you like it," he drawled, his whole body tense and pulled taut in his arousal. He fucked you slowly with his finger as his other hand toyed with your clit. You nodded quickly, feeling the tingly warmth filling you up so quickly you felt like you were gonna drown in it. You looked at him as a series of emotions hit you back to back. 

“What do I-It’s it’s-” you couldn’t think anymore and it was overwhelming you as you almost hyperventilated.

"That's it… atta girl. Let it happen," he moaned, completely enraptured in watching you like this. His hands sped up a little, the overwhelming need to push you over the edge consuming him.

You felt like a warm wall of pleasure hit you from the inside out. You screamed loudly and buckled up under his hands. The warm sensation spread all over your body from your core, all the way to your toes sending up a wave of goosebumps on your skin. He helped you through it, his chest heaving as he watched you come apart under his touch. When he moved his hands away his whole body was shaking. The primal need for you was stronger than anything he'd ever felt. Stronger than his thirst for blood. He didn't even realise his fangs had descended as he fought with himself to not shove himself inside of you. 

"You did good," he bit out, blinking rapidly as he tried to ground himself and not get lost to his urges. You felt tingly all over and happy, pleased, even relaxed even if he was around. You looked down at him as you took your breathing under control and gasped. It wasn’t his full on creepy face but he seemed to be in some kind of pain, the veins under his eyes showing.

“Are you in pain?” she asked, remembering what he had told her earlier, that it could hurt him if it stayed up for too long.

“Did I do something wrong? Or-or not do,” you asked, getting nervous by the second and shaking slightly.

He chuckled but it sounded dark as he shook his head.

"No… you… you're perfect and I need… fuck," he growled, he was hanging on by a thread. He hadn't anticipated just how badly you'd affect him like this. His self control was usually impeccable. He hated that you had this effect on him but his cock was unbearably hard and he'd never felt desire quite like this before.

“Wha-What can I do?” you asked, your voice wavering slightly, unsure how to help so he wouldn’t snap and kill you. It was a loaded question but he wasn't too far gone to say something stupid that would make you more fearful. You were already scared and it wasn't helping. The predator in him revelling in it. 

"Touch me, like I touched you," he muttered, dark eyes intense as he pinned you in place with them. If he didn't get release soon he knew he'd snap.

You sat up and scooted closer to him. You took a steadying breath and ran your hand up his thigh, remembering how it had felt when he did it. You reached for him with a shaky hand and wrapped it around him once more. You tried to remember how tight he had squeezed your hand, not wanting to hurt him either.

“Can you show me again, please?” you asked, hoping he wouldn’t snap at your idiocy. He nodded, his hand covering yours as he did as he did earlier and moved your hand on him before he let go. A deep groan left his lips and he knew it wouldn't take him long with how worked up he was. A weird thought crossed your mind and after hesitating a bit you decided to try and see if your instincts were right. You gave him a few more strokes, remembering how tight and how fast he wanted you to touch him. You kneeled up and let go of him, making a frustrated groan leave his lips.

You reached down between your legs and ran your hand on your still very wet folds. You looked down at your glistening messy hand and touched him again, this time it seemed to work better and made him slide easily inside your fist. He moaned at the feel of it, something stirring inside of him at how instinctual it had been for you to do that. A hand reached out, gripping the back of your neck as he let the pleasure wash over him, enjoying you touching him. You made a small squeal sound feeling his strong grip on the back of your neck but you didn’t stop, something telling you he’d snap it if you did. You weren’t sure how long you had to keep doing it or when you’d know. The look on his face made you gasp but not in the usual scary way, you realised you felt some kind of primal achievement or pride at pleasing him.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, feeling almost drunk off you. He was completely lost in you and he'd be perturbed by it later, just how much you affected him. But right now he was just lost in his pleasure as it increased rapidly.

You beamed at the praise, a warm feeling filling your chest. You’ve never been praised before and it gave you courage to do your task even better. You squeezed harder and moved your fist faster watching his reaction at the change of pace. A dirty moan left his lips and he pressed his forehead to yours as he bared his teeth, feeling his release coming for him. His moans were wanton and unashamed as he came hard, fingers tightening on the back of your neck as he shot his cum over your hand and your stomach with how close you were. He felt amazing, his face returning to normal almost instantly now the beast was sated and his fingers stroked the nape of your neck softly as he came down from his high and caught his breath. Everything took you off guard, his tough grip on your neck, his closeness, the way he felt under your fist, the way it shot out of him with surprising pressure, the mess he left on you… You were staring down at your hand and belly with an open mouth, unmoving and still trying to process it all.

He felt better than he had in months. The tension of wanting you for so long now finally calming down. He nuzzled your cheek before he moved away, flashing you a grin.

"You did good," he murmured, stroking your hair. He needed to encourage this behaviour in you so it would happen again. And maybe he was feeling a little nice since he was basking in his high like a cat in the sun.

“Did I? Does it always happen? The whole…” you looked down at the mess and chuckled. You actually chuckled, you were feeling giddy. He laughed lightly, eyes sparkling as he looked down at his cum painting your skin. It soothed something deep inside of him, marking you as his that way.

"Yeah. It means you made me feel good," he replied with a grin. He felt like he'd finally achieved something with you. You'd finally let him touch you and you'd touched him. Not even little touches but sexual, even if you didn't seem to understand the gravity of it. After all these months he'd finally made progress and it was a good fucking feeling.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, remembering how it had felt for you earlier. The thought of it brought up another question for him.

“How often can we do that? Is it just hands? Can you do it for yourself? 'Cause I've never felt that before,” you said as your mind threw everything back at you again. He snorted at your rapidly fired questions, already thinking of the fun he was going to have with you.

"It only works if someone else does it. We can do it however many times we want," his voice went a little deeper just thinking about it. He also didn't feel bad about lying to you. He didn't need you pleasuring yourself. He wanted you to need him to do it.

"And it's not just hands. We can use our mouths too, it feels real good. There's a bunch of stuff we can do," he was already thinking of them all.

“How do you learn?” You asked, wondering how it all worked and how … A loud gurgling sound stopped your thoughts. You were suddenly so hungry, as if the fireworks had already used up all the energy you ate earlier. You blushed and hid your messy belly from the hungry sounds.

It was a little endearing and he smiled as he shook his head.

"I'll teach you. But we need to take care of that first. You've been a good girl for me. What about if I take you out for food?" He asked, raising a brow at you. He'd not let you leave since he'd bought you here so this was a big step. But he really needed to reinforce this behaviour so he was pulling out all the stops. Besides, he had something to ensure you wouldn't try anything stupid. You looked up at him with nothing short of awe at the suggestion. He had never taken you out for food before. The thought of actually eating in a restaurant felt like an adventure for you. You smiled brightly and nodded with enthusiasm.

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Jealousy Brock Rumlow? Pretty pretty please.

HC, Drabble whatever. No one else seems to simp for Brock like you do and I neeeeddd him.

I'll do it as a HC!

My Girl

You weren't exactly anything special, a cog in the Hydra machine at best, with a focus on aiding in tactical and efficient strategies. Which is how you met Brock.

He was a top commander and both despised and adored by the top brass. He'd done so much for them that he was practically untouchable.

So no one said anything as he wooed you, even if technically it wasn't allowed.

You somehow won over Brock's hardened heart and you saw a completely new side of him.

He was caring and protective, almost to a fault, but he also showered you with flowers and day trips to beautiful places. He was well and truly sweeping you off your feet.

It was months into your relationship before you noticed the slight twitch in his jaw whenever a waiter spent too much time tending to you, or the doorman at your buildings gaze lingered over your figure too long.

You thought it was sweet that regardless of how over the moon you were for him he still felt possessive over you.

He never crossed a line about it though. Not initially anyway.

There were moments you saw it. A tightened grip on your hip, a possessive and bruising kiss, maybe even possessive words mumbled into your neck as he came deep within your womb.

Still for the most part when it came to you he was uncharacteristically sweet and kind.

After he proposed and you got married it was a little more obvious. He referred to you frequently as "My Girl" or "My Wife" when talking to friends or colleagues. The possessive language an increasing turn on for you.

You tried to poke a little at the jealous monster you knew existed inside your husband, but it never worked when you tried to be intentional. You only ever got to see glimpses of the darkness you craved in him..

When the powers that be became worried about security no one was surprised when he insisted that even non-combat staff should be able to fight. Doling out training schedules and making sure everyone met his expectations.

Unfortunately you weren't the most combative, and while you mastered his defensive plan you we're still deemed highly vulnerable because you really only kept yourself from getting hurt.

So, in an attempt to get better and stop embarrassing your husband you asked a couple of the guys to help you one on one a little bit. You didn't think Brock would mind, and it was considered imperative to get everyone prepared.

A few days of one on one went by and while you doubted you were improving they weren't as harsh as Brock and you understood the fundamentals a bit better.

You genuinely didn't understand your mistake until Toby, the man who was helping you, had you pinned to the mat and was walking you through getting out of his hold. That was the moment Brock chose to walk in, and suddenly the room was charged with danger.

Brock's eyes calculated the situation, and he barked out a harsh, "Get out." As he stalked over to you.

As Toby shuffled away Brock made his way toward you, bumping the shorter man with his shoulder as their paths crossed, before he was sticking a hand out to help you up.

You took his hand and rose to your feet, only to immediately find Brock's hand fisted in your ponytail as his other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight to his body. You shivered against his hard body in anticipation.

"What the hell did I just walk in on?" He bit out at you, as your hands found the belt loops of his work cargo pants pulling yourself towards him. The sexual energy charging around you, even as your face flushed with embarrassment.

"I just wanted someone to try and help me get better," you mumbled. "I didn't want to embarrass you."

The hand in your hair jerked your head back so he could look into your eyes, "You think you embarrass me?" You nodded as best you could, "Baby, your my girl. I wanted to kill a man for putting his fucking hands on you, and you think I'm the one who should be embarrassed?"

"You just are always so put together and confident- I don't want you to regret me you know?" You confessed.

"Is that what you think?" His eyes searched yours.

"Brock?" You asked, as his eyes darkened, he walked your body back against a padded wall as he ran his nose along the column of your neck.

"You think I'm going to regret you? Baby the only think I regret is not making sure you knew exactly where I stand, and you let someone else's hands touch you so obviously I've failed."

With that he tore through your leggings and panties, before two fingers toyed at your entrance. Your head hit the padded wall as his lips finally attacked your neck, and you groaned audibly under his ministrations.

The scruff of his face marred your skin as he alternated between marking your skin and claiming your lips in brutal kisses.

"Spent so much time trying to keep you separate from the rest of me, but I think it's time you get the full picture. I'm not a nice man sweetheart, and I want to wreck you."

"You're mine, princess," he hissed as his deft fingers assaulted your weeping hole. "You better come to grips with that real fuckin' quick."

Once he was satisfied with the slick coating you his fingers made their way into your soaked core while he bit and sucked at your neck. You knew he'd leave a pretty purple bruise on your skin, and it only made your hips buck desperately into his hand.

"I don't want someone else's hands on my wife babygirl, you understand? I'll kill the next one," he hissed as he pounded into you.

"You're going to learn that you're my girl little one," Brock hissed as he freed his cock and plunged into you.

Your moan echoed in the empty gym as you were filled to the hilt, the brutality of his thrust spurring you on

"Y-yes," you studdered in time with your hips as pleasured blurred everything except Brock.

"Tell me honey," he groaned as your walls fluttered around him. "Tell me who you belong to."

"I'm, I'm yours," you whimpered. "Brock please." You edge was approaching quickly between his skilled ministrations, the possessive words, and the adrenaline of the public space.

"There's a fucking good girl," he said in time with his thrusts as he worked your clit with the kind of ferocity he usually had on missions. In that moment you were his mission though. "Cum for me, show me this cunt even knows who it belongs to."

It seemed it did, because at his command you fell apart around him followed shortly by his own release.

As you leaned against him catching your breath you smiled into his shoulder, "You know Brock he's been training for a little bit."

You pulled away to see his face, and confused quickly gave way to the dark glint you'd craved for so long. "Guess I'll have to show you just how thoroughly mine you are." He grinned down at you.