#original dragon condom

[fozia786]

Silicon Condom > 03022212950

[ayesha636]

Silicon Condom > 03022212950

[sunshineyuyu]

princess treatment (j. yh)

★ summary: you have a crush on jongho, but he’s chatting up someone else. so, you end up getting high and hooking up with yunho instead. ★ pairing: yunho x f!reader ★ genre: college, smut (mdni!) ★ word count: 4.3k ★ tags/warnings: weed & alcohol consumption, yunho calls reader princess, high sex, piv sex (with a condom!), vaginal fingering, spanking, choking, slight dom/sub undertones, ig under-negotiated kink?, big dick!yunho, yunho manhandles reader, yunho is taller than reader, yunho has tattoos lol, dirty talk, intentionally lowercase ★ notes: this is the prequel to the jongho fic chained and the final “part” of this series! yunho from chained was just a lil too hot for me to not write something for him too! let me know if i missed any warnings!! ofc beta’d by the bestie @starhwas-bunny ★ masterlist | read on ao3 | chained (jongho sequel)

you look so hot tonight. you’re wearing your new favorite top—with a deep deep cut that makes your chest the center of attention—and a pair of jeans that you know makes your ass look good.

all of this to hopefully attract the attention of one choi jongho, who you’ve been crushing on for the better half of the semester, since san introduced you to him. he’s built and tan and nice and smart and sexy.

and he’s currently leaning against a wall—cradling a red solo cup and swirling its contents like he’s james fucking bond or something—and chatting up some pretty blonde girl.

you practically feel smoke coming out of your ears as you stare at the two of them—the way jongho leans forward so that he can hear the girl amidst the blaring sounds of somebody come get her, she’s dancing like a stripper. ryujin puts a hand on your shoulder and the warmth of her palm makes you realize how tense you are. she shoves a beer into your hand.

“forget about him, honey,” she says. “he’s not worth it.”

“it’s not like he’s a fuckboy,” you whine, struggling to crack open the can with your recently cut nails. ryujin takes pity on you and opens it for you. you take a deep drink from it before wiping the edge of your mouth with your wrist. “he’s nice. he brought homemade coffee to class for me the other day.”

“mmm,” ryujin says. “i know, honey, but no boy is worth it. c’mon, let’s go play rage cage.”

you let ryujin pull you away to a different room, where the birthday girl yeji is parading around on wooyoung’s shoulders while spraying everyone with bubbly champagne. you don’t even really know yeji—she’s an acquaintance of an acquaintance, but you came because you wanted an excuse to get drunk and look hot and get jongho’s attention, only two of which you’ve managed to succeed in.

you finish the beer at an alarming rate and crush it in your fist.

“i’m gonna go get some air,” you say. “i’m not really feeling rage cage right now.”

“i’ll come with you,” ryujin says.

you venture to a different part of the house, trying to locate the stairs back down to ground level, but instead spotting a balcony. ryujin follows you here, where up close you realize it’s not empty.

the balcony is big—big enough to have several foldable lawn chairs strewn around, all occupied by various zooted-adjacent individuals. you and ryujin find a small opening against the railing, and you push up against it to feel the wind blow against your hair.

“men are shit,” you proclaim, apropos to nothing.

“men are shit,” ryujin agrees.

“you wanna smoke?” this voice is new, and it doesn’t belong to ryujin. it comes from your other side, and you turn slowly to appraise the person it originates from.

he’s holding a blunt out to you, a small thin thing between his thumb and pointer finger.

it’s jeong yunho. 

you don’t really know yunho, but you know him enough. he’s a friend of seonghwa’s, which means you’ve seen him at enough parties—been shoved next to him during rage cage, had him hold your hair back while you took a bong hit. he’s tall, with soft black hair, and has a tattoo of a dragon curled around his right forearm. there’s a perpetual lazy look to him—a smirk always playing at his lips.

he’s attractive, and he’s offering you a smoke from his blunt. you don’t think twice before you’re stepping closer, pressing your lips against the end of the blunt and inhaling. a low tsk comes from ryujin, but you focus on letting the sour smoke fill your lungs, all while you maintain eye contact with yunho.

“ryujin,” you say, coughing a little since it’s been a while since you’ve taken a direct hit. “can you get me some water?”

ryujin gives another tsk, but then you shoot her a look that she understands in an instance, and she slips away to “get you some water.”

you turn back to yunho.

“you looked like you needed it,” yunho says, taking a pull from the blunt and then blowing the smoke back out. 

you hum lightly, crossing your arms from both the night chill and because you know it makes your tits look better.

“you’re right.”

yunho holds the blunt back out to you, right in front of your mouth. you take another hit. this time you close your eyes and you breathe it back out, letting your head fall back and your hair hang loose.

“it’s nice,” you say. “thank you.”

“anytime,” yunho says.

you continue the back and forth of the blunt a few times, until you’re starting to really feel it, which is good because the blunt is practically finished, yunho barely pinching onto it after your puff.

“last one,” yunho says, a little breathy, and eyes more hooded than usual. 

on this last one, you meet yunho’s half-gaze and blow the smoke directly into his face. he’s closer than you really remember him being, but you don’t mind. he’s big and he blocks the wind. he flicks the stub of the blunt onto the ground, grinding it with the toe of his shoe. he raises his head back up to you.

“that was hot,” he says.

“i’ve always wanted to have high sex,” you say.

“i can make that happen,” he says.

he leads you to the stairs, down them, and out the front door with a surprising amount of clarity. meanwhile, you’re letting the sound of whatever chainsmokers song is playing drag you back to your high school days. an uber appears out of seemingly mid-air, and you’re suddenly in the backseat of a sedan. yunho’s shoving the armrest into the backseat and pulling you into him.

the ride is smooth, and you take it in turns to focus on different things. first, the dulcet sounds of a jazzy trumpet, fragmented and dusty because of the car’s worn speakers. second, the rushing of lights in the windows, leaving behind trails of white, yellow, a smear of blue.

finally, yunho’s hand on your waist, his thumb rubbing soft circles in that sliver of skin between your top and your jeans. it’s nice, makes you feel warm. you press deeper into his chest, your hand pressed into the cotton of his shirt.

he leads you up to his apartment and throws his keys into a ceramic bowl near the front door. 

“do you want water?” he asks, heading towards the kitchen like you hadn’t propositioned him fifteen minutes ago after sharing a blunt together.

“yeah,” you admit, when the full feeling of cotton mouth hits you.

after several gulps of the most delicious filtered water you’ve ever had, yunho’s crowding you into the countertop. he towers over you, but that works because you like feeling small, overpowered.

“you sure about this?” he asks, and if you weren’t high you would’ve said something about appreciating the ask for consent. instead, you lock your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your height and pressing your lips against his.

the kiss is immediately intense, his tongue roving against yours, while his hands—jesus, they’re massive—press into your sides, palms hot and fingers digging.

“yes,” you say.

he picks you up effortlessly, and you manage to wrap your legs around his torso as he carries you into his room. he sets—no, throws—you down onto the mattress. you bounce a little and fall backwards onto the pillows. you’re getting ready to bite out a retort at being tossed aside so roughly when you see his face: calm, emotionless, but a distinct darkness in his eyes.

“fuck.” you mean it as a breath, but it comes out like a moan. 

yunho pounces.

he kisses you briefly, before descending to your neck, your collarbone. he’s pushing your top off your shoulder, mouthing at the flesh at the top of your breast.

“take it— take it off,” you say.

yunho obliges, sitting back to push your top up past your chest and over your head. he lingers there for a little longer, eyes running over your tits and your nipples hardening under his heavy gaze.

“hot,” he says. “you’re so fucking hot.”

“touch me,” you say.

he obliges, palming your tits and pinching your nipples. rolling them between his fingers and revelling at the way you keen under his touch. 

“sensitive?” he says, all breathy while watching you.

“y- yes,” you say. “the- the weed—”

“mmm, yeah, i know what you mean.”

you reach down to the button of your jeans, but yunho catches your hands and lifts them above your head. he presses into it, hovering over you.

“i’ll take care of you, princess,” he says. “be patient.”

this pulls a squeak out of you. the assertive tone, the pet name, combined with the way that it only takes one of his hands to lock your wrists in place—it’s new to you, but you’re suddenly so fucking desperate to get out of your pants.

the unoccupied hand goes to your jeans, and you close your eyes, as yunho deftly unbuttons it, but drags down the zipper slowly to reveal your mildly scandalous underwear: red and lacy with a little bow.

yunho whistles. “y/n. that’s kinda sexy.”

he releases your wrists to use both hands to slide your legs out of your jeans. he goes slow, trailing behind his hands with his lips, which leave a scorching trail of lazy kisses. he’s looking at you as he goes, his eyes never wavering. you almost blush from the heat of his glare.

“you shy?” yunho teases, reaching up to palm one of your tits. 

“no,” you say. “just- just ready.”

“mmm,” yunho says. “i told you, princess. be patient.”

in an instant, you’re suddenly on your stomach, bouncing again. your waist feels a little tender from where he gripped you hard to turn you over, and your head feels a little woozy from the sudden movement, but then you feel yunho tapping on the outside of your thigh.

“up.” one word, one syllable, but coated in dominance, and you’re on your knees in an instant, ass up.

“fuck, that’s a nice view,” you hear yunho say, and you feel his hands splay out on your cheeks. he squeezes a little and chuckles.

slap! 

you fall onto the mattress, arms slow to catch yourself. did he—? did he just smack your ass? the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done in bed was some light hair pulling, but you’re finding that you don’t mind the buzzing you feel in your ass right now.

in fact—

“oh.” it comes out like a whine, and yunho hisses in satisfaction.

“you like that, huh, princess?” yunho says, his voice low.

“mm.” you can’t manage words.

“good,” he says, but even then you can’t anticipate the next slap. it’s harsher this time, and you jerk from the touch. “gonna make ur ass red to match those panties.”

it’s filthy. the way he’s talking. you’ve only heard talk like this in porn, and you’d always thought it was overly scripted. but yunho’s just talking, eliciting tiny squeaks and squeals of surprise from you that you also have only heard in porn and thought was fake.

“p- please,” you say, lower lip trembling a little. you finally chance a look back at yunho, and you find him still completely clothed, kneeling on the bed behind you with his hands on your hips.

“please what?” yunho says, smirking.

“touch me,” you gulp.

“where?”

“here.” before you can overthink it you’re taking his much bigger hand and moving it to your core, to where your underwear is already soaked. 

“okay, princess,” yunho says. “since you asked nicely.”

he starts rubbing your clit over the fabric of your underwear, a feathery touch that still makes you shudder. his other hand slides up your back and settles between your shoulder blades, pressing you down into the mattress.

“stay still, okay?”

you whimper in response, because soon he’s pushing aside the crotch of your panties, teasing the pad of his finger at your dripping entrance.

and then he’s pushing not one, but two long fingers into you. the first thrust is slow, and you can feel your walls pulsing around the digits. the second, third, fourth thrusts are hard and fast, and his hand on your back is bruising.

“fuck,” yunho hisses. “so wet and tight, princess.”

“hnng,” is your reply, because yunho is hitting that spot in the back, and your thighs are quivering.

“turn around,” yunho commands. “i want to see you when you cum.”

you scramble to follow his direction, flipping onto your back and pulling your knees closer into you. yunho shoves fingers into your mouth before you have a chance to say anything, and you suck on instinct, lapping at his fingers and tasting yourself on them.

“fuck,” yunho says, and then he withdraws the fingers and pushes them back into your cunt. you stare down at his hand, at his arm—the one with the dragon tattoo wrapped around. at how the scales of the dragon dance with the veins of his forearm as he pistons his fingers into you.

you’re a babbling mess of whines and coos and squeals, and suddenly yunho’s other hand flies up to your throat.

“this okay?” yunho asks quietly. his voice is low, like he’s trying to be sultry, but you can tell he’s watching carefully to see your response.

this is new. you’ve never done this before. you’ve seen it, heard about it. 

you like it.

you nod, and yunho smirks.

his grip is loose, but this new pressure on your throat makes you a little dizzy, a little lightheaded, and makes the fluttering in your stomach speed up. both your hands come up to grip his arm, to feel the muscle beneath your fingers.

“i’m- i’m close,” you croak.

“good.” and yunho picks up the pace, fucking his fingers into you until you feel that crest of nerve endings exploding. your back arches, your head falls back, your eyes close—the feeling ten times more intense than usual because of the weed in your system.

you collapse against the bed, breathing heavily and clenching around his fingers.

“fuck,” yunho whispers. “that was hot.”

he’s perched over you now, a hand on your cheek brushing your sweaty locks out of your face. he kisses your neck, softly.

“i- i want—” you have to pause to catch your breath.

“yeah, princess?” he grins at you.

“this,” you say, your hand cupping the very apparent tent in his pants. this takes yunho by surprise. he jerks, but your hand remains. you experiment with palming him a little, feeling how firm his cock is. how big it feels even under the thick strain of his pants.

“yeah?” he says.

“yes,” you say. “please.”

“ok, princess.”

he reaches behind his head to pull his shirt off by the collar. you blanch at the sight of his torso. lean, lithe muscle. another tattoo along the top of his ribcage that you’ve never seen before. black calligraphy strokes that spell out something in what you think is japanese.

“what does it say?” you say, before you can stop yourself. you run your fingers along the words, touch soft.

“nana korobi, ya oki,” he says, equally softly. “it means ‘fall down seven times, get up eight.’”

“it’s beautiful,” you say.

“not as beautiful as you,” yunho says, and he tugs your underwear down from your hips and off your legs. you suddenly remember exactly what you’d asked for.

“so. fucking. beautiful,” he continues, undoing his belt and throwing it aside. he unbuttons his jeans and pulls them halfway down his thighs. there’s a small wet patch on his briefs, but those are soon pulled down too to reveal—

he’s big. long but not too thick. the head of his cock flushed red and leaking pre-cum.

you feel your mouth inexplicably fill with saliva.

“you’re- you’re—”

“you can do it, princess,” he says, kicking off his briefs and jeans the rest of the way. “you can take it.”

you nod obediently.

he reaches over you for his bedside drawer, returning with a silver foil condom packet and a little plastic bottle of lube. he tears the condom open with his teeth, spitting out the corner and then rolling the thing down his length. you lay back, eyes up to the ceiling. you hear the distinct pop of the lube cap, hear a liquid sort of noise, and then you feel his fingers again. cold and a little slimy, probing at your entrance and briefly nudging at your sensitive clit.

“you ready?” he says, lining himself up.

“mm.”

he pushes in slowly, and it takes all of your willpower not to clench instinctively. he groans while he slides into you, and the pace allows you to feel every inch of him. the stretch is difficult at first, but the further in he gets, the less control he has and soon, he bottoms out.

“you can- you can move,” you say.

“don’t have to tell me twice, princess.”

yunho’s hands find your waist, grip it hard, and then he pulls back and thrusts in again, but still slow. you can feel his eyes on you, making sure his size doesn’t overwhelm you. as he builds up his pace, his hips snap against yours, filling the room with positively lewd sounds that combine with his deep breathing and grunts and your whimpers and whines.

he fucks you into the mattress, stretching you so deliciously.

you find one of his hands and lead it up to your throat. yunho’s eyes widen, but he wraps those long, perfect fingers around your neck, grip tighter this time.

“fuck, you’re so pretty, princess,” yunho says. “taking my cock like that. such a good fucking girl—fuck!”

you’re overstimulated, but in the best way. lightheaded from the choking, sensitive everywhere from the weed, and so turned on from yunho’s praise. you close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly fucked.

as yunho pounds into you, he starts cooing and moaning about how good you look, how good you sound, how good you feel.

“yeah? you like that, princess? yeah—let me hear you. tell me how good i’m fucking you. fuck—your pussy is perfect. like you were fucking made for me. such a perfect princess.”

you can’t tell if you’re close to another orgasm, or if this is just all one long extended orgasm. all you know is that your body is buzzing with pleasure, and you feel really fucking good.

eventually, yunho’s thrusts grow faster and more erratic. he gives one final push and stays buried in you, chest rising and falling.

he pulls out slowly, checking to make sure the condom worked.

“fuck, that was good,” he says, breathless.

“yeah,” you agree, boneless.

yunho swings his legs over the side of the bed, taking off the condom and tying it up before throwing it into a trash can. you’re a bit miffed that he is already fully operational, while you feel like you had all of your inner organs rearranged.

“give me a sec, princess,” he says, as he tugs on a pair of sweatpants. “i’ll get you some water and get you cleaned up. just relax.”

your head still feels a little woozy, but you slowly come back to your senses as you hear yunho bustle around outside. finally, he comes back into the room guzzling a chilled bottle of water. he recaps it and hands it to you. you drink deeply as you feel yunho wipe at your thighs with something warm and wet. the cool water reinvigorates your throat after having yunho’s hand pressed against it. 

“you good?” he says. “i wasn’t too hard or anything?”

“no,” you say. “no, it was good. i liked it.”

“good girl,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting your head. it’s mildly patronizing, and but you’re to tired to retort back. 

he shifts deeper onto the bed to lean back against the headboard, running his fingers along your spine. it’s relaxing and—together with the water—helps you ground yourself as you feel the last remnants of weed and arousal fog clear from your mind.

“you like jongho, right?” he asks, apropos to nothing.

you choke. you spend the next few seconds spluttering and coughing while yunho rubs your back soothingly.

“i don’t- why are you—?”

“that’s why you were all sad at first, right?” yunho says. “on the balcony?”

you stare at him, finally able to breathe properly.

“yeah,” you say quietly. “but it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t like me.”

yunho hums. “i don’t know about that—” and he pinches your back when you open your mouth to protest “—but i don’t mind being your fuck buddy while you get over him.”

you purse your lips. truth be told it was good sex, but your… thing for jongho isn’t something that you can just get over with a couple good fucks and some weed. you don’t know how to tell yunho—someone you’ve only really ever been around either drunk or high or both—about pulling all-nighters with jongho to finish your homework together, sleepy and giggly and delirious; or how he knows your coffee order without ever having asked; or the way his eyes crinkle when you show him a funny meme.

so, you settle with a small smile and a peck to yunho’s jaw.

“i’ll consider it,” you say, and you get up to start redressing. you’re sobering up properly now, and the flimsy top you’d been wearing before feels a little scandalous for your current mental state. after hesitating briefly, you grab yunho’s discarded top and put it on.

“well shit, when you do stuff like that,” yunho says, running his eyes over how his shirt dwarfs you.

“i’m- i’m cold,” you mutter.

yunho just laughs, ruffling his hair.

“hey—you hungry?”

he takes you to the 24/7 burger joint just outside his apartment, harsh fluorescent lights and greasy air doing their best to sober you up even more. he orders and pays for you, while you slide into a corner booth to avoid anyone seeing how utterly fucked out you look: hair in a messy bun to hide the knots, body swimming in yunho’s shirt, mascara smeared under your eyes, and hand constantly on your neck to cover up the massive hickey you discovered while peeing—when had yunho even given it to you?

yunho scoots into the seat opposite you with a handful of napkins and a little paper cup of spicy ketchup. after you receive your tray of food, you and yunho spend the next fifteen minutes talking about the basics when you both realize that you don’t know much about each other.

it’s easy to talk to yunho, whose light chuckles and lazy smiles are comforting. while you might not take him up on the fuck buddy proposal, you just might keep him around as a friend.

you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket, and you reach for it to see a text from san, asking if you’re okay.

to: san

[1:40 AM] yeah i’m good

[1:40 AM] actually can u come pick me up. i’m at the burger place on 8th.

from: san

[1:42 AM] yeah omw

you slip the phone back into your jeans while you sip on your soda.

“san’s coming to get me,” you tell yunho.

“oh, cool,” yunho says. “yeah i was gonna offer to take you home or something—it’s so late.”

you hum, warming in appreciation for yunho’s intent. he really isn’t a bad guy—not that you’d thought that before. he’s always been a neutral acquaintance, but you’re really starting to enjoy his company now.

“thanks,” you say. “for the food, and—the other stuff.” 

yunho laughs.

“you’re cute,” he says, tapping the tip of your nose with a greasy finger. you dab at it with a crinkly brown napkin.

ten minutes later, your phone vibrates again to indicate that san is outside in a silver uber. you thank yunho again, and even give him a quick peck on the corner of his lips, your face flaming as you turn away from him to leave the diner.

when you throw open the door of the car, you find not san, but—

choi jongho, stuffed into the backseat with a slight flush on his cheeks and a loose grin. you stare at him, and he stares back. the only empty seat is in the middle.

“scoot,” you say.

“i’m too big for the middle seat,” he says, but he doesn’t make any moves to exit the vehicle to give you the space to slide into the car. you nudge him. “just climb over me.”

a low string of curses leave your mouth as you reluctantly clamber around his big frame and into the middle seat, where you finally see san sitting on the other side. you’re so preoccupied with greeting him and thanking him for coming to get you that you don’t notice jongho’s eyes narrowing at the shirt you’re wearing—yunho’s.

“you coming to our place or going home?” san asks.

the words your place are on the tip of your tongue when you look back at jongho, noticing now a small red bruise blossoming just under his jaw. this causes you to snap a hand to your own hickey, which you hope is hidden by the shadows.

“home,” you say quietly. “ryujin’s probably waiting for me.”

the uber starts up again, and you lean your head back onto the headrest, determinedly avoiding jongho’s gaze. you know that you just went off to hook-up with someone random, but it doesn’t sting any less that apparently jongho was doing exactly the same thing.

at that moment, your phone lights up with a new text.

from: unknown number

[1:59 am] hmu whenever, princess ;)

continued in chained (c. jh)!

[therealmofamorus]

My Mood

Original Male Stud AU: Farmer AU, Office AU: CEO AU, Naruto AU: Missing Nin AU, Naruto AU: Samurai AU, Mundane AU, Domestic AU, Cyberpunk AU, MHA AU: Vigilantes AU (including crossover), Smol AU: Shortstack AU/Shortjack AU, Fusion AU: Future + Married AU

Alpha Male Stud AU: Free Use AU, Lust Virius AU, Clone AU, Brothel AU: Stripper AU, Bimbo Maker AU, Misogyny AU, Stepford AU, Bimbo Maker AU, Law and Crime AU: Criminal AU - Corrupt Lawyer AU, Law and Crime AU: Criminal AU - Fugitive AU

General Moods: Crossover AU/Fusion AU, Dom/Sub: Maledom/Femsub + Femdom/Malesub, Rough Sex, Corruption, Degradation, Blackmail, Slutty, Free Use, Humiliation

Main Muses: Male: Cloud Strife, Neptune Vasilias, Kiba Inuzuka, Vinsmoke Sanji, Makoto Yuki, Mondo Owada, Johnny (Guilty Gear), Fergus mac Róich, Kazuma Satou, Kevin Levin. Female: Artoria Pendragon (Lancer Alter), Narcissa Malfoy, Heather (TD), Fareeha Amari/Pharah, Sansa Stark, Moe Kamiji, C.C., Camilla (Fire Emblem), Fem!Broly, Jinx, the Loose Cannon

Male: Persona Series, Naruto, Final Fantasy Series, Guilty Gear, One Piece, Dangaronpa, RWBY, Konosuba, Fate Series (Fate Grand Order), Ben 10

Female: Fate Grand Order, Total Drama Series, My Hero Academia, Overwatch, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones/House of Dragon, Code Geass, Dragon Ball, Fire Emblem, League of Legend

Meme: FMK Game, Condom Break, Wet Dream/😴 💦, Pornhub Meme, Orgasmic Headpat, Snap Finger Hypnosis, FREE-USE SLUT, Naked Dogeza, Crossover Crack Ship/OT3, Forbidden Passion, Free Use Empire, Transactional Sex

[somethingblu3]

Little Moments Of Doubt

Repost Read on AO3 here.

18+ minors dni.

Fandom: Dragon Age, Dragon Age Inquisition.

Summary:

Cullen has a moment of doubt about Kendra's pregnancy. cheesiness abound.

TW: Pregnancy, Pregnancy Doubt, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy Regret, Implied/Referenced Abortion/ Pregnant Inquisitor, Implied Breeding Kink, Mentions of no Condom Sex, Reiljious Guilt/Trauma,

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x Original Female Character (Kendra Lavellan)

Word Count: 943

Divider Credit: cherienymphe.

“This was a mistake,” Cullen said firmly “I’m sorry”

“Cullen” Kendra stressed.

He was having one of those moods again. Those moods where everything was wrong and it was all his fault yet Kendra knew it was the furthest from the truth.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have indulged in my fantasies I-” He stuttered.

Kendra’s heart ached. Cullen had repressed his feelings from the moment she knew him. It took him almost two years to finally accept his feelings for her. And when he finally did a sense of relief washed over them. Their friends, especially Dorian, had known it for years, yet Cullen’s fear held him back like it did now. It held him back in the bedroom too Kendra was certain that during their cuddle sessions after sex, he was praying to Andraste begging her to forgive him of his sins. It was all quite sad really. Their session last month went further than they typically went but Kendra didn’t mind - she wanted it. Creators she craved all of him inside of her burying deep inside her sweet cunt. During Dirty talk Cullen let slip that he wanted her to feel his flesh. He wanted her to feel his seed growing inside of her until she was ready to burst with child and Kendra happily indulged.

When he got up this morning for his run her handprints and bitemarks were still fresh she couldn’t help but smile at her handywork she had never experienced that level of lovemaking it was intense yet also just as passionate at the same time. She knew that it would be a while until she experienced that again him inside of her with no restrictions no condoms just flesh on flesh as The Creators had intended. He was hard at first Kendra was almost worried that he wasn’t going to fit in despite being average-sized but in the end, they finally got there.. She knew that the next time he would be on a work trip when she would be all alone stuck in their apartment that would be her masturbation material. She smirked as her eyes caught a glimpse of the still cum-stained Dildo Cullen had used on her last night. Kendra was still in the early stages of her pregnancy yet they had already needed to be more creative with positions.

Plus Cullen wouldn’t stop treating her like a delicate little flower and it was frustrating her to no end. Of course, it was nice that he cared but at the same time, she wasn’t a doll she wasn’t going to break under his touch no matter how much he had seemed to believe that. She was always aware that through each session she could have possibly ended up pregnant there was always a chance even with birth control.

While the thought of pregnancy scared her to death she also knew that Cullen would be a great father no matter what even if he didn’t quite believe it himself that was what gave her a sense of peace at night. Kendra lowered her head. She didn’t want to press any longer she knew that if she gave the option of terminating the pregnancy Cullen would say yes but then in the morning he would regret it in a heartbeat.

“Cullen…Go to sleep you’ll feel better about this in the morning” She tried to calm him.

“But what if I don’t? What if I wake up and I still feel the same way about this?” He paused and waved his hand down at her pregnant belly which wasn’t even showing yet but she couldn’t even fit into her favorite pair of jeans.

“We’re not ready to be parents Ken. We’re drowning in debt. And what if we mess up? Mess up like my Dad did. I would never forgive myself and you know that” He wailed

Kendra pulled Cullen closer even as he wallowed her fingers intertwined in his blond locks.

“Look we’ll get through this,” She said softly as she kissed his forehead gently.

“How are you so optimistic about this?” Cullen asked as he looked up at her.

Amazement sparkled in his eyes.

“You're the one who’ll actually have to give birth” He reminded her.

Kendra smiled “I’m optimistic because I know whatever The Creators have planned for us we can face it we always have. I’m lucky remember?” She asked as he tugged at her necklace with her thumb twirling around Cullen’s lucky gold coin the one that he had given to her at the lake.

“Maker your such a cheeseball” Cullen complained as he shook his head.

"There's nothing wrong about being cheesy every now and then" Kendra teased as she witnessed a soft smile grow over his lips.

“Speaking of Chese do we still have any of that Brie left Alistair bought us from Val Royeaux?” Kendra asked.

Cheese had been her first and strongest craving so far and she blamed Alistair almost entirely.

Cullen’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red “About that-”

“Cullen” Kendra whined as she swatted him gently.

Cullen got up from the bed and kissed her right cheek pulling back with a smile.

“Don’t worry dear why don’t I go to the corner shop and get you some more while I clear this head of mine?” He asked

“Alright then. I love you” She sighed as she slithered back under the warm covers.

“I love you too. The both of you my tiny little cheeseballs” Cullen murmured as he placed his hand on her stomach ever so gently.

Fine. Kendra reminded herself as her breathing slowed and sleep overtook her. They would be fine.

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[ghostfiish]

dont .re.blog this but anyway thoughts about dragon trailer

im sure light fury will look marginally better on the big screen but in on my computer screen she looks like a lump of white playdoh....

i get the yin yang thing they got goin on with the colors but... dont just then have the body shape be all featureless like that... come on.....

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Across The Darkened Room {5}

Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader || Modern AU Summary: The Targaryen family dinner gives you a deeper insight into Aemond and why he needs the control that comes with being a dom. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, almost safe word use WC: 3.2k

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six ||

You felt like a princess in the long gossamer gown made from thin layers of black lace over an emerald green shift that let the different shades shine through with each step. Aemond wore emerald cufflinks with his suit and a matching tie so that he complimented you as he stepped up behind you in the mirror. 

You turned with a frown as you found a leather patch covering his sapphire and gently traced the dragon emblem embossed into the material. “Do you always cover it when you see your family?”

“No,” he laughed softly. “Cardinal rule of fashion; blue and green must never be seen.”

That made more sense than thinking he was hiding a piece of himself. 

“Turn around,” Aemond ordered and you spun back to the mirror as he reached into his pocket to pull out a large teardrop emerald hanging on a thin gold chain. He draped the necklace around you and the gem was cool and heavy against your skin as he clasped it before letting it slip further into your cleavage. “Beautiful.”

You lifted the gem up and smiled at how the light danced off each facet before turning and wrapping your arms around his narrow waist. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he replied softly. “It has been a long time since I went to a family dinner, I don’t think I could face it alone.”

“Why’s that?” you asked but he just smiled ruefully and shook his head.

At the highest point of King’s Landing was the original Red Keep, but the red brick building had turned to ruin a long time ago and had been replaced with a modern mansion that still held the formidable presence of the old keep you had seen in museum paintings. There was even an archway that Aemond drove beneath to reach a courtyard with a beautiful fountain in the centre where a valet was waiting to take the keys to his car. 

“So this is where you grew up,” you uttered in amazement as you looked up at the towering walls. 

Aemond laced his fingers into yours and stepped towards the enormous wooden doors that swung open with the help of two footmen. He lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles as he gently murmured, “It may look nice on the outside but don’t let it fool you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the ominous tone and you wanted to ask more but he tugged your hand and towed you into the heart of the mansion. You expected to hear his family as he navigated through the halls but if anything the sounds in the home grew quieter. It wasn’t until he reached a staircase and led the way down that you voiced your concern.

“I know you grew up here, Aemond, but this place is huge. We aren’t lost are we?”

He grabbed a brass door handle and turned it with a chuckle of amusement. “I need to get a little lost before I face what’s waiting in there.”

Your lips parted to find out what he meant when he pulled you into the dimly lit room and crashed his lips to yours. You cast your arms out to stabilise you as he backed you to the wall and you found dozens of wine bottlenecks pressing into you. The breath in your lungs was lost to a blissful sigh when he grazed his teeth over your racing pulse and pulled the skirt of your dress over your hips. 

You were grateful that the doctor had given your test results yesterday as you knew for a fact there was no condom in your clutch and Aemond had left his wallet in his car. It meant there was nothing hindering him from pulling the delicate lace panties aside and filling you with his cock.

You both moaned as he hooked your leg over his hip and slipped inside you with no preparation, the sweet burn of the stretch tipping your head back with a mewling cry. The shelves rattled and the bottles tinkled with every hard thrust and you felt the bruises already forming from each cork that dug into your back. It was a far cry from the controlled sexual experience you had received so far. 

“Shhh,” he whispered as he pressed his forefinger to his lips with a smile.

Your hands roamed under Aemond’s untucked shirt and he growled as your nails clawed him closer, you were not used to being able to touch him when your hands were normally restrained. The touch seemed to unleash him as he threw his head back and fucked you harder, until the pain in your back no longer danced with pleasure and the safe word came to mind. 

Aemond froze as saw you wince and his mind came crashing back to his body, almost like he had lost himself to the feeling of being buried inside you. “Shit, shit, Sweetpea, I’m sorry,” he muttered as he pulled out and left you empty. 

He turned you around and unzipped your dress to see the many cork circles across your back. His lips were cold against the marks that were growing hotter and he kissed each one until you were squirming for more and the ebbing pain was once more pleasurable. Your hips had a mind of their own as they pushed back in search of friction. 

“Please, Aemond,” you whined.

His voice was strained as he gripped your hips and kept them from touching him as he warned you, “I’m not in control.” 

You turned and placed a hand on his chest as you looked up at his closed eye. The eye peeked open as you pushed him back to a leather chair that was tucked into the corner of the room by a tasting rack. “Then let me take control.”

He looked wary as he fell back into the seat but he let you straddle his hips and he bit his lip as you impaled yourself on his cock. You gripped the headrest beside him and rolled your hips, riding him as he held the armrests in a death grip. His nails carved half moons into the leather and you could see the strain in his whiteknuckles as he fought to keep his hands there and to not mark your skin. 

You pushed the long sleeves of your dress back and placed his hand on the soft flesh of your forearm in silent permission. His hips bucked as he drew his nails down the skin and you cried out at the bolt of lightning that slammed into your core, clenching around him. 

Your walls began to flutter as you bounced on his cock and he fought the dress away so he could press the pad of his thumb to your clit. The added pressure of his thumb was all you needed to fall over the edge when his other hand clamped over your mouth to silence the cries that erupted. 

“Fuck,” Aemond grunted as your teeth closed around his hand in the throes of your orgasm and he came with a curse, the heat of his seed filling your cunt. “You bit me.”

You dipped your head with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I’m used to biting leather.”

He tipped your chin back and kissed your pouting lips. “I liked it.”

After a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up, Aemond finally led you to the large reception room where his family were gathered around a bar. There were more people than he had said there would be and you looked at him nervously, forgetting most of the names you had tried so hard to remember on the way over. 

Your own concern was lost as you saw the colour drain from his face and his graceful walk stopped midstep. A flash of some dark horror flitted across his face before all emotion was void and his fingers tightened around yours as his family turned to face him. 

“I didn’t realise he would be here,” a woman hissed as her fingers threatened to snap the stem of the crystal wine glass in her hand. “Daemon, children, let’s go.”

You looked between the woman and Aemond, recognising the familial traits in their hair and eyes. His fingers tightened around yours even more and you suppressed the groan that was building as you watched his jaw tick and his teeth clench together. 

“This is Aemond’s home, Rhaenyra, of course he would be here,” Alicent said as she stood up and reached for her son’s other hand. 

Rhaenyra turned to the large fireplace adorned by stone dragons as she spoke quietly, “It used to be mine.” She turned back with a hardness in her eyes and waved her hand to her four children and her husband standing together. “It was a mistake to come here, it’s still too soon.”

The family swept from the room and Daemon ran his hand along the suit jacket he wore. You had seen enough concealed guns in Flea Bottom to know the lines that appeared in the material were not the work of a poor seamstress. A streak of fear had you inching behind Aemond’s back and he switched hands so you could still hold him as he turned until everyone was out of sight.

The tension seemed to be released with a burst as the doors closed behind the other guests and you sagged against Aemond’s back with relief. It was short lived as he stepped aside and you were face to face with his mother. 

Your mouth was dry and you licked your lips quickly before holding your hand out to introduce yourself, “I’m -”

“I know exactly who you are,” Alicent said with a sigh. “You are the reason my son has foolishly hired a group of street criminals, from what I understand. He must care for you a great deal.”

“I tried to stop him,” you said with a grimace, “but he can be quite…”

“Stubborn?” Alicent offered with a small smile. “Yes, I know my son well. Which is why I know you must be something special, he’s never brought a girl home before.”

You looked to Aemond with a cocked brow but he just smirked and took two flutes of champagne from the sommelier that brought them over.

You looked to Aemond with a cocked brow but he just smirked and took two flutes of champagne from the sommelier that brought them over. He handed one to you without a comment and drifted off to greet his sister, his smile encouraging you as he went. 

“I’m sorry that our first meeting didn’t exactly go to plan,” Alicent said as she looked at the closed door. “Things have been strained between Aemond and his half sister for some time. I was hoping they could break bread tonight.”

“What happened between them?” you asked after taking a sip of the bitter bubbles and glancing at Aemond across the room. 

“That is not my story to tell, I’m afraid.” She placed her hand on your forearm and you almost flinched as she touched the claw marks her son had left behind. “Now if you will excuse me, I need to let the maids know to remove some place settings for dinner. I look forward to getting to know you better.”

She had barely moved two steps when a pair of familiar hands fell upon your hips and his lips pressed to the curve of your jaw with a rather sedate kiss as he whispered, “That went well.”

“Did it?” you asked nervously before turning to the butler as he rang a bell and announced dinner was ready. “I don’t think I can stomach food right now.”

Aemond’s hands travelled up your back until he reached your shoulders and massaged the tightness away. “You have to eat something, Sweetpea. I’m more than happy to find some way to entice you.”

You felt the rich timber of his voice all the way to your core and shivered at the devilish thoughts of just how he might do that. “I guess I could eat something.”

You took a seat on Aemond’s right and smiled at each of his siblings as you were officially introduced. Aegon grinned like a cheshire cat as he reached over from the other side of Aemond to shake hands. You gasped in surprise when he shoved your sleeve back and saw the four raised bumps the width of Aemond’s nails.

“My, my,” he teased as his brother pushed him back into his seat. “Not exactly the track marks I was looking for.” Aegon turned to Aemond and raised his glass. “She is addicted to something else entirely.”

“Aegon,” Alicent chided, though she sighed with the exhaustion of a mother who had been repeating herself for years. Aemond’s mother did glance back at your arms a few times with concern as you slipped your hands under the table and planted them on your lap. 

“Excuse me,” you murmured after the second course of tiny portions was cleared. Aemond rose with you but you shook your head as you assured him, “I can remember my way to the ladies, if not I have Maps on my phone.”

Helaena giggled behind her napkin and Aemond settled back in his chair but you felt his eye on you until the dining room door closed behind you.

You took your time in the bathroom, checking your makeup and delaying the inevitable, when the door opened and Alicent strolled in. She closed the door behind her and leant against it with a heavy sigh.

“Did my son do that to you?” she asked so quietly you almost couldn’t hear her and she covered her mouth with a sob. “Oh god.”

“I, I don’t know what you mean.”

She pushed off the door and pulled your sleeve back, exposing the marks as tears fell over her thick lashes. “You poor thing. Come, I’ll get you somewhere safe - away from here and him.”“No! No, that’s not necessary,” you said as you fought against the hold on your wrist. “Really, it’s not like that. He’s not abusing me.”

“I’m not blind,” she said, pointing to your arm that you had already hidden once more. “I don’t know what he’s promised you to keep quiet and I don’t care, you don’t have to live like this.”

“I know, Alicent.” You scratched your neck nervously at the thought of having to explain how you received the wounds. “It’s really not what you think. Aemond and I just get a little too passionate, if you know what I mean. He really is the kindest, most generous man I have ever met and would never do anything I didn’t want to do.”

Alicent reeled back in realisation and she clutched the medallion hanging over her chest. “Oh, oh heavens. So, you and he…I don’t need to call my contact at Women’s Refuge?”

“God no, please don’t,” you said with a laugh that eased her tension further. “I’ve never been happier than when I’m with Aemond.”

“That's a relief, though I have questions I don’t think I want to know the answers to.”

You nodded in agreement and she wiped her eyes before she opened the door just as Aemond arrived ready to knock. He looked between his mother and you twice before he dared to ask, “Everything alright?”

You didn’t trust your voice as you squeaked a ‘mhmm’ and stepped out of the bathroom, into his arms. 

“We were just getting to know one another,” Alicent said with a smile. “In fact, you should come to high tea on Sunday, it’s just us ladies and we could do with fresh blood.”

The invitation made Aemond smile so you couldn’t help but tentatively accept. “I work Sundays but I’ll see if I can get some time off.”

She seemed a little thrown that you worked a day job, as if she momentarily forgot that although you wore the designer dress and expensive necklace you were not a lady of leisure or a trust fund baby. Imposter syndrome came hurtling back as you took your seat at the table and found your appetite had evaporated like the woodsmoke that the chef had poured over the platter of cheeses.

Aemond’s hand found yours under the table and you clutched it like a life raft in the vast ocean. You only started to relax when his thumb drew soothing circles and he waved his free hand to the waiter to top up your glass.

“You’re doing great, Sweetpea. Not much longer and we can get out of here.”

—

The valet pulled around the fountain and you frowned as the night lights hit his Mercedes, something was off with the perfect paint. Only it wasn’t perfect anymore.

Murderer.

The word has been scratched deep into the paint and you gasped at the sight. Aemond had frozen in place, his eye fixed on the ruined door panel as the valet apologised profusely. He had no idea who did it or how it had happened but swore security could check the garage cameras.

“Don’t bother,” Aemond all but growled as he swiped his keys from the young man. “I know exactly who it was.”

After he closed your door he walked back around to his side, his eye boring into the word spread across his door. You tried to read the myriad of emotions that washed over his face but they were too quick to dissect. Finally, he ripped his door open and shoved the key in the ignition.

The silence was tense as he drove south of King’s Landing and along the coastal highway that led to the city of Storm’s End. After miles of winding roads you couldn’t take it anymore.

“What was that about?” you asked, but he remained quiet as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Aemond, can you please explain what happened tonight?”

His lips pressed into a thin line and you weren’t sure that he would ever give you an answer but then they parted with a deep inhale.

“The men in my family have always been competitive, even as boys. It was how I lost my eye to begin with, a play fight between children that just…escalated. I never forgave Luke for it, not entirely, but we were still family.” He sighed and pulled over at a car park to one of the many lookouts over the cliffs. “When he got his licence, I challenged him to race.”

He unbuckled his seat and stepped out into the night as you rushed around to meet him at the safety rail that was supposed to keep cars from falling over the cliff face. In the dark you couldn’t see how far down the sea was but you could hear the waves crashing upon the rocks below.

“Two adolescents with million dollar sports cars, what could possibly have gone wrong?” he asked bitterly before turning to you and pulling his eyepatch off and tossing it into the abyss. “I just wanted to win. Nobody was supposed to get hurt.”

“Oh, Aemond,” you said softly as you took his hand.

“I lost control,” he whispered to the night. “I lost control and he died because of it. My own nephew died because of me.”

You lifted his hand to your face and pressed your lips to his knuckles as you cupped his damp cheek in the other. “It was an accident, Aemond. You are not a murderer. Trust me, murderers ran the streets where I grew up and you are nothing like them. Nothing, you hear me. You are too kind and good.”

You reached into his pocket and took the keys, gripping them tighter when he reached for them. “It has been an emotional day. Please, let me drive you home. Let me take care of you.”

Click here for chapter six.

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[martsonmars]

Happy Sunday! Thanks @takitalks for the early tag <3 I'm here with a new episode of Marta Fights Words and WIPs Fight Marta.

Me: I'm overwhelmed by all my WIPs. I need to write more of my COBB. Need to update my other WIPs on AO3.

Also me: well here are 35 new ideas I want to start working on NOW.

It's so fun to be me. I have three things for you today:

1. My COBB. Less than a week left before I have to post, and I want to write at least 2 more chapters before then. I love setting myself up for failure <3

2. COTTA. After days of struggling because I have too many ideas, I think I settled on a concept (which of course isn't one of my original ideas but a new one). It's going to be full angst and MCD (you can maybe hope for a super short epilogue à la last-three-lines-of-the-song-of-achilles, but that's the amount of happy ending this fic will get). I'm really excited about this because I already have all the story in mind, since in 2016 I started writing an historical novel with the same exact plot. I'm now translating and snowbazzing what I have, and it's great not to start from an empty page. What I'm sharing was written in Italian in 2016 and translated/snowbazzed this morning. I don't know if it will make it to the final draft, but there will be a scene inspired by it for sure.

3. New WIP. Because that's how things go around here. This one is called “Simon And Shep Raise A Baby”, but it's going to be in Baz's POV for plot reasons.

Find six-ish sentences from each WIP + the tags under the cut!

1. COBB!

“I want to protect the people I love. Ebb says we have to respect every living being and that violence is wrong, but evil people don’t care. They’ll be violent with you, and I don’t want more people to die.”

Sometimes Niamh wonders what exactly happened to Simon. She has her theories—he's the first dragon who's been farther West than Hampshire since Watford was founded, and she heard the stories. About the remaining dragons, the ones that didn’t follow Lady Salisbury beyond the border decades before, leaving Worges for good, this time. But there has to be more than abandonment to his story.

One day, she’ll ask him.

2. COTTA.

Simon is staring at the river, his eyes lost on the horizon.

He would sacrifice himself, too, to follow his dream.

That dream that once was ours, that dream we believed in for so long that we made it seem real.

But the only real thing now is Simon's endless desire to prove himself, to get to the end of the world, and even beyond, to obscure the glory of Heracles, of Achilles.

He will not stop, and he will leave behind anyone who no longer wants to pursue that illusion.

He will push aside even me, if he has to.

3. Pining Baz <3

Penelope abandoned me today, so I'm drinking alone. Rising my Tequila Sunrise and toasting to the pathetic hopelessness of being desperately in love with a man who's in a loving and committed relationship. A father, nonetheless.

(Is he a DILF if he's three months and twenty-eight days younger than me?)

(He lost his wallet in the hall between our flats, once, I can't be blamed for checking.) (And I definitely did not cry when I found a photo of his boyfriend and his kid kissing his cheeks, hidden behind a creased fiver and a condom.) (Didn't they teach him that you do not carry condoms in your wallet?)

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[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Ciarán (Kee-ran) McKinney. *Supporting character

Voice Claim: (Robert Sheehan) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ae5cqdRW5W8

Partner(s): None.  Parents: Raven McKinney and Mathghamhain McKinney Kids: None. Siblings: Aedan & Violet. Age: Immortal, but translates into mid 20′s. Birthday: 16th of October. Height: 181cm Body type: Skinny, but with some muscle tone.     Eye color: Light blue, almost gray, with a slight brown ring around the iris. Classification: (Immortal) Demon. Known powers: Possession, shape shifting, teleportation, paralysis Inducement, Hypnotic Vision (the power to hypnotize people via eye contact) Astral Projection (The power to separate one's spirit from one's body) Transmutation (The power to alter the forms/structure of beings/objects) Telepathy (The power to receive and/or transmit information mentally or through other non-sensory means. Users of this power are often called Telepaths or Mind Readers.)

About: ~ Charismatic, cheeky, adaptable, flirtatious, brave, playful, elegant, outgoing, curious, teasing, passionate, intelligent, flexible, sarcastic, humorous, social, optimistic, confident, imaginative, independent, sassy, spontaneous, neat, stubborn and a bit greedy at times ~ Very pale. ~ Sexuality Omnisexual (Attracted equally to all human beings (men, women, transexuals, etc.) … A person who can be sexually attracted to anyone and anything, from men/women/everything in … and also non-human animals and inanimate objects) ~ Has shoulder-ish long, black hair. ~ Ciarán is a traditionally male given name of Irish origin (Scottish Gaelic spelling). It means "little dark one" or "little dark-haired one". ~ Is Irish and speaks with an Irish accent although he grew up in Scotland. ~ Can Shapeshift to a Common Starling ~ Is very skilled at sword fighting and archery. ~ Very flirtatious ~ French cuisine enthusiast. ~ Will flirt with pretty much anything/anyone. ~ Doesn’t care much what people think of him, and usually just laugh/shrug it off. ~ Likes messing with people. ~ Smells like Rosemary, Bergamot or Myrtle. ~ Loves teasing just as much as flirting. ~ Cannot cook to save his life. ~ Hates mosquitoes! ~ 10/10 down to party at any time. ~ A bit of a cleaning freak - dances to loud music while cleaning. ~ Grew up without a father figure, and was very much ‘the family secret’. More details about that here <- ~ Didn’t meet his dad (Raven) till he was already an adult. ~ Can’t remember ever meeting his other dad (Mathghamhain) although he did several times as a kid. ~ Never missed a parental figure, since he simply grew up in a castle full of family members who all took well care of him, even if he was a secret within the family, and was never allowed to be known outside the castle walls. ~ Feels isolated if he spends too much time indoors - result of having spent most his upbringing inside or in the castle gardens. ~ Looks fancy, isn’t, but likes to pretend to mess with people. ~ Teleports all over the place. ~ Loves to mess with strangers.  ~ Rebel. ~ Lives with his sister, Violet. ~ Very good dancer. ~ Yes, he’s Irish, no he doesn’t like Whiskey! Stop asking! ~ Loves French cuisine, partying, kinky sex, rough nature, teasing people, fireflies, bonfires, fog, gloomy weather, rain, thunder, Irish and Scottish nature, being playful, flirting, being in his bird form, dancing, binging Netflix with his sister, cats, popcorn, the smell of condoms - although he never wears them, chocolate covered bananas, salty tomatoes, sugar coated oranges, bacon, smoked meat in general, mead, sweet plums, clubbing, getting drunk, exploring, meeting new people and singing although he can’t carry a tune. ~ Always wears black, wears a gold cross in his left ear, and almost always wears his hair in pigtails. ~ Often assumed to be a snob, really isn’t at all.

Ciaran’s tag Ciaran’s house/home Ciaran’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe him:

One song to describe him: Dua Lipa - Levitating Featuring DaBaby Personal play list: 1. Ava Max - My Head & My Heart 2. Bebe Rexha - Sacrifice 3. The Weeknd - Blinding Lights 4. Sub Urban - Cirque 5. Sia and David Guetta - Floating Through Space 6. Jason Derulo - Take You Dancing 7. Daft Punk - Veridis Quo 8. MEDUZA - Paradise ft. Dermot Kennedy 9. Sam Smith - Diamonds 10. Shawn Mendes - Wonder 11. David Guetta & Sia - Let's Love 12. Sean Paul - No Lie ft. Dua Lipa 13. MAGIC! - Rude 14. ATB, Topic, A7S - Your Love (9PM) 15. Bruno Mars - Finesse (Remix) (feat. Cardi B) 16. Black Eyed Peas, Nicky Jam, Tyga - VIDA LOCA 17. Imagine Dragons - Follow You 18. Black Eyed Peas, Shakira - GIRL LIKE ME 19. Billie Eilish, Khalid - lovely 20. Dua Lipa - Last Dance

[mbrinnon35]

I learned to rock climb this year

Ethereum Pools was my most nerve enducing post and made me laugh the most

synthetic a priori took the longest and didn’t work out. I will likely return in a long time

I enjoyed drawing dragons 🐉

Many unfinished projects I can only bet

I would like to redraw Pokémon and Link because they bring with them nostalgic feelings and I haven’t yet perfected by heart

The process behind some posts are to write anything that feels right fast enough to not forget what’s next. Remember all the letters that are autocorrected and incorporate them into the next phase of thought. Use numbers and make the meaning cryptic and abstract. If it all flows i’m satisfied.

Art goal - paint and learn a new technique

I tried to just write and add connections then organize

My first paper was criticized heavily then the rest passed academic standards with flying colors

I listened to the girl in red and laroi and hxliday

The lovely haikkun commented on how much she wanted to see our type of deep thoughts in word form

Lots of tutorials on electronic functioning

Found lots of resources at IU - couches, food, condoms, ziplock bags

Redrew many mazes

New inspo came from rapper friends, tumblr friends, online triathletes, and characters in books

Sharing is based on a feel or how if fits within other goals/moral laws at the time

I returned to zombies and selling shoes this year

Biggest art project was printing pictures and showing them one by day

Exchanged a lot of money this year

My style became more layerous and more bloody

Am conscious of this often

Haven’t painted much

Many mediums less hard drugs

Let Siri do more talking and learned to code

Went silent and communicated through telepathy

Became familiar drawing from darkness

And holding breath

I learned through falling into pain without reaching out

No OC designs but I was really intrigued by them this year especially

Salvador Dali and Spider-Man No Way Home had some great ones

I have some twisted song ideas like screamo jingle bells and sinister twinkle little star

Also book ideas somewhere forgotten along my scroll of posts this year

I most wanted to improve creativity

I still get stuck on patterns but have made vast progress

My art has many more strokes typically and lest blocks

Also many breaks

It’s difficult to edit because I never see imperfection and regret it might change the original meaning and story

I most enjoy the surprising enigmas and looking back when i’m down and seeing my masterpiece

I did technical studies on computer history

All my works are cursed

The disturbing ones are rare including sorry child and frozen wasteland (with picture)

I sent my art to my professor he said “please do not email me anymore”

I also gave it to friends/family who were ecstatic

I notice entendres quickly and look into how the strokes were made

I also sound out words and have been very stupended by the allusions/ironies

Lazy lazers and sex among species was best received

Slightly unexpected

“All these words around me keep narrating my life - what the hell is watching” - most personal

And the red gem conglomeration

I had fun making them all

My google search history has been corrupted by canvas and “how to kill your Roomate”

My family see these and I don’t know which I’d prefer

Because the audience would alter intent forever

I look at it and sometimes am ashamed but mostly am proud

Alternate fandoms preferred except romantic relationships. When those are tinkered with I am repulsed. I feel like it corrupts the entire character and identity so it’s just using the imagery and stealing nostalgia for something recognizably unrecognizable. Like click bait. Not a bad thing just not my forte.

The art I make can’t help but adopt and merge with the stuff I look at

The patterns and voice pervading

Similar workflow though this last month I have done more reading in between lines of writing

Biggest motivation was distraction from money

My art wasn’t so important but others have been my escape from hell

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Japan playlist

Are you turning Japanesa? I don’t think so! This, I believe is the ultimate Japan playlist. One of my favorite countries in the world to visit. it truly is a fascinating place in the world. The music from this region is just so. Crazy even! I have been a few times and cannot wait to get back over there again as soon as Crap-19 takes a hike and leaves this planet already. Meanwhile, here is the Japan playlist to keep us happy. Perfect for those of you out there in lock down.

I hope you dig the list of songs I put together. You can even let me know what songs or bands I forgot and let me know! 私はあなたがそれを掘ることを望みます Arrigato! Hit play right here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_IcliLasW5eajllU8pA5Gh

JAPAN

001 Fantomas - 4-30-05 002 INXS - I Send A Message 003 LADYBABY - candy 004 Babymetal - DoKiDoKi MORNING 005 MOMOIRO CLOVER Z vs KISS - YUMENO UKIYONI SAITEMINA 006 The Cure - Kyoto Song 007  Kill Bill Vol.1 - Isaac Hayes - Run Fay Run 008 CHAI - GREAT JOB 009 Mutant Monster -  Barabara 010 Sigh - Inked in Blood 011 The Vapors - Turning Japanese 012 Fantomas - 4-7-05 013 Ocean Machine -  Night 014 Masayuki Sakamoto - Psy'chy 015 Astro Boy - 1980 English Intro Theme 016 Go Misawa - 悪魔人間 (デビルマン) - 不動明 017 Red House Painters - Japanese To English 018  八十八ヶ所巡礼「仏滅トリシュナー 019 Acid Mothers Temple - Floating Flower Shizuku No Youni 020 Ween - Japanese Cowboy 021 Otoboke Beaver - Don't light my fire 022 Gojira's Godzilla Theme Song 023 Cavalera Conspiracy -  Bonzai Kamikazee 024 Ultra Bide - DNA vs DNA 025 David Bowie - Crystal Japan 026 A Flock Of Seagulls - Tokyo 027 Sakura - Cherry blossoms 028 BON JOVI - Tokyo Road 029 Aneka - Japanese boy 030 Endon - Boy Meets Girl 031 Junko Ohashi - Dancin' 032 Ike Reiko - Yoake No Scat 033 Shohjo-Tai - Flamingo Island 034 Chthonic - Kaoru 035 Herbie Hancock - Nobu 036 Akiko Yano - Dogs Awaiting 037 Inoyama Land - Glass Chaim 038 Fantomas -  4-14-05 039 Hide - Dice 040 Japan - Talking drum 041 Sabbat - Samurai Zombies 042 Brian Ice - Tokyo 043 W.A.S.P. - Tokyos on fire 044 UHNELLYS - SWITCH 045 Boris -  LOVE 046 Kill Bill Vol. 1 - Battle Without Honor or Humanity Tomoyasu Hotei 047 eX-Girl - Pretty You Ugly 048 Gonin Ish - Shagan No Tou 049 Banana Erectors - Fed Up With Highschool Days 050 Strapping Young Lad - Japan 051 Yoshida Brothers - Ibuki 052 Zeni Geva - Total Castration 053 Flower Travellin' Band - Satori, Pt. 1 054 MOMOIRO CLOVER Z - GOUNN - 055 Tom Waits - Big In Japan 056 ABIGAIL - A Witch Named Aspilcuetta 057 Sigh - The Tombfiller 058 Marty Friedman-Dragon's Kiss-Dragon Mistress 059 RIOT - Tokyo Rose 060 Fantomas - 4-13-05 061 Guitar Wolf - High Schooler Action 062 Becoming a Geisha - Memoirs of a Geisha Soundtrack 063 Seven Samurai- Ending Theme 064 Miki Sugimoto - Rei's Ballad (Theme from Zero Woman Red Handcuffs) 065 Yoshida Brothers - Rising from Best Of Yoshida Brothers 066 Ruler - Jeanie Jeanie Jeanie 067 Kill Bill Vol. 1 OST - Twisted Nerve - Bernard Herrmann 068 Fantomas - 4-23-05 069 Shonen Knife - It's a New Find 070 Polish National Radio Symphony OrchestraKrzysztof Penderecki - Threnody to the Victims of Hiroshima 071 ACID MOTHERS TEMPLE - Helen Buddha; Miss Condom X 072 Shugo Tokumaru - Decorate 073 PiGu - Bye Bye Honey 074 Hello Kitty Theme Song - Hello Kitty 075 ACUTE -  生き地獄 076 Sabbat - Karmagmassacre 077 Yellow Magic Orchestra - Tong Poo 078 Yojimbo OST -  Main Theme 079 Anpan-man (Red beans bread man)theme song 080 Ex-Girl - The Crown of Dr. Keroninstein 081 Kate Bush - [The Whole Story] Breathing 082 Coffins - Hatred Storm 083 The Books - Tokyo 084 Fantomas -  4-19-05 085 男の一生／松方弘樹 086 Azuma Kabuki Musicians - Dojoji 087 Saxon -  Walking Through Tokyo 088 Kill Bill, Vol. 1 Original Soundtrack - The Flower of Carnage - Meiko Kaji 089 Les Rallizes Denudes - Now is forever 090 G.I.S.M. - Nih Nightmare 091 Mono - Silent Flight, Sleeping Dawn 092 Deftones - Romantic Dreams 093 Strapping Young Lad - Zen 094 Dead Can Dance - Kiko 095 Kinoco Hotel - キノコホテル「キノコノトリコ」 096 Esashi Oiwake - Ensemble Nipponia 097 Naitemo idayoi - bcmomoiro clover 098 Bryan Ferry - Tokyo Joe 099 Suzuki Junzo - Crying Out Double Suicide Blues 100 Iron Maiden - Sun and Steel 101 Kikagaku Moyo - Dripping Sun 102 Fantomas -  4-3-05 103 BARBATOS - Tokyo Rock'N Roll Show 104 BABYMETAL - MEGITSUNE 105 Eternal Elysium - Shadowed Flower 106 The Erections - stupid punk 107 The Seatbelts - Cowboy Bebop (Original Soundtrack 1) 108 Rush - Manhattan Project 109 Today Is the Day - Samurai 110 Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood OST - main theme 111 Japanese War Music - Samurai Battle March 112 Steel Panther - Asian Hooker 113 The Mount Fuji Doomjazz Corporation -  A Place For Fantasies 114 Guitar Wolf - FIGHTING ROCK 115 HEAVY METAL ARMY - That's Hammurabia 116 Michale Graves -  Godzilla 117 Noriko Miyamoto - My Life 118 Loudness - Ashes in the Sky 119 Mary's Blood- Save the queen 120 Mellvins - One Fine Day 121 High On Fire - Bastard  Samurai 122 Shakuhachi - The Japanese Flute 123 Luna Sea - IN SILENCE 124 Tatsuro Yamashita - Sparkle 125 PIG DESTROYER - Kamikaze Heart 126 Tomoko Kawada - Akanegumo 127 Sodom - Kamikaze Terrorizer 128 Carlos Toshiki and Omega Tribe - Sky Surfer 129 TOKKAEBI - cheon mun 130 Pere Ubu - 30 Seconds Over Tokyo 131 Wanda Jackson - Fujiyama Mama 132 Witch Cross - Night Flight To Tokyo 133 F.O.E. - Total Eclipse 134 Coffins - The Frozen Styx 135 Sword of Doom (1966) - Main Theme OST 136 Sigh -  The Transfiguration Fear 137 Yondemasu Yo, Azazel san - Opening song 138 Thundercat - Tokyo 139 GHOST IN THE SHELL O.S.T.2 - i can't be cool 140 Japandroids - No Allegiance to the Queen 141 YAMANTAKA - SONIC TITAN - Hoshi Neko 142 Doraemon 2005 Opening - Sha La La 143 Akira Soundtrack - Kaneda's Theme 144 Anatomia - Morbid Hallucination 145 Traditional Japanese music - Honno-ji 146 Kodo - Lion 147 Tomita Planets - Mercury, The Winged Messenger 148 Yuji Ohno - Lupin The Third Theme '78 149 Ninja Scroll TV Series Soundtrack - Jubei's Theme 150 OKAWARI_BOY show me your space 151 Boris - The Woman on the Screen 152 Sepultura - Kamaitachi 153 X Japan - X 154 L'Acephale - Hitori Bon Odori 155 Zilch (hide) - Inside the Pervert Mound 156 Fantomas -  4-12-05 157 Kodo - Akatsuki 158 Sigh - Hunters not horned 159 Pucca Theme song 160 Tujiko Noriko - Solo - Magic 161 MYSTERY KINDAICHI BAND - THEME OF KOSUKE KINDAICHI 162 Akiko Yano -  クマ 163 Sooo Baad Revue - バッド・レビュ 164 Pharoahe Monch - Simon Says (instrumental) 165 Imaginary Flying Machines - Sanpo (My Neighbor Totoro) (feat. Living Corpse & Yoko Hallelujah) 166 Mutant Monster - kamisama o negai - pv with romaji lyrics 167 Mount Fuji - Neun 168 Kumi Sasaki - Tanchame Bushi 169 Yakuza - Yama 170 Chai - Choose go! 171 Goto Mariko – Drone 172 Blue Oyster Cult  - Godzilla 173 Kinoco hotel –  F No Junkai 174 ASS BABOONS OF VENUS - Jet Unchi 175 James Bond you only live twice OST - Aki, Tiger and Osato 176 PJ Harvey -  Kamikaze 177 BABYMETAL - Awadama Fever 178 Alcatrazz - Hiroshima Mon Amour 179 Tokyo Blade - Warrior of the Rising Sun 180 TIK & TOK - TOKYO GIRLS 181 Queen - Hammer To Fall 182 Nana Kitade - Kibou No Kakera 183 Gallhammer - Blind my eyes 184 Yellow Magic Orchestra - Kai-Koh 185 Chikyuu Kyoumei  Resonance of the Earth 186 Hoodoo Gurus -  Tojo 187 John Waite - Euroshima 188 Tommy Snyder / Yuji Ohno) - ザ・マリン・エクスプレス (The Marine Express) 189 Boris - Riot Sugar 190 Yellow Machinegun - Again 191 Kill Bill, Vol. 1 Original Soundtrack - The Lonely Shepherd 192 Church of Misery - Chilly Grave 193 Jimmy Takeuchi  - Yasuki bushi (Shimane) 194 Yuji Ohno "Andromeda no kanata ni" - (OST - Captain Future) 195 Bo Ningen - Henkan 196 Blood Stain Child - Electricity 197 Crime - Yakuza 198 Tatsuya Yoshida & Satoko Fujii - Feirsttix 199 Ike Reiko - Kokotsu No Sekai 200 Fantomas -  4-9-05 201 David Bowie - It's no game 202 Manon - xxFANCYPOOLxx 203 Sparks - Here In Heaven 204 MAD SPYAIR - samurai heart Gintama 205 Terror Squad - Nightmare Rider 206 Fantomas -  4-6-05 207 Mutant Monster - Hanabi 208 Jimmy Takeuchi - Akita obako 209 NAKED CITY - OSAKA BONDAGE 210 Death Panda theme 211 Crossfaith -  Monolith 212  OMD - Enola Gay 213 Dir en Grey - Obscure 214 LADYBABY Age-Age Money 215 Fantomas -  4-17-05 216 S.O.B. - Deceiver (Napalm Death cover) 217 Jimmy Takeuchi - Time Of The Season 218 Dark Mirror Ov Tragedy - Thy Sarcophagus & Unwritten Symphony 219 Laurie Anderson -  Kokoku 220 THOMPSON TWINS  - TOKIO 221 Electric Eel Shock - Killer killer 222 Kodo - Nanafushi 223 Ningen Isu - Heartless Scat 224 Amachi Shigeru – Showa Blues 225 BlackLab - Insanity 226 TENGGER - achime 227  Riot - Narita 228 Martin Denny - Japanese Farewell Song (Sayonara) 229 LADYBABY - Renge Chance 230 Tokyo Electron  - She Keeps Me Shut 231 Kan Mikami - Anata Mo Star Ni Nareru 232 Kraftwerk - Radioactivity 233 CHAI - N.E.O. 234 Fantomas - 4-27-05 235 Gacharic Spin - Next Stage 236 Loudness -  Crazy Nights 237 David Bowie - Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence 238 The Presidents of the USA -  Japan 239 Fantomas -  4-4-05 240 Kyary Pamyu P - Fashion Monster 241 Wagakki Band - Senbonzakura 242 Deep Purple - Woman From Tokyo 243 Krokus - Tokyo Nights 244 Kyoto - Venetian Blinds 245 Happy End - Natsu nandesu 246 Motohiko Hamase - Plateau 247 Boris - Tokyo Wonder Land 248 Asia - Countdown to Zero 249 Hiiragi Fukuda - Me And My Marshall Amp 250 Marty Friedman -  Ai Takkatta 251 Kodo -  O-Daiko (japanese drummers - Taiko - tambours geants Japon) 252 Sonic Youth - Tokyo Eye 253 Otoboke Beaver - Anata Watashi Daita Ato Yome No Meshi 254 Y&T - Midnight in Tokyo 255 Metalucifer -  Heavy Metal Samurai 256 Urami Bushi - Meiko Kaji 257 Alphaville -  Big in Japan 258 M.O.D. - Godzula 259 Akiko Yano - Hitotsudake 260 Japan - Life in Tokyo (Giorgio Moroder Version) 261 Boris with Merzbow - Sometimes 262 Dragonforce - Power Of The Ninja Sword 263 Fantomas -  4-10-05 264 The Guyver Dark hero Theme song 265 Minami Deutsch / 南ドイツ - Futsu Ni Ikirenai 266 Yukihiro Takahashi - Drip Dry Eyes 267 ZooBOMBS - Doo Bee 268 SIGH -  Shingontachikawa 269 Burt Bacharach - Me Japanese Boy I Love You 270 Kay Cee Jones - Japanese Farewell Song 271 Dhidalah - GRB 272 Kikagaku Moyo - tree smoke 273 The Fall - I Am Damo Suzuki 274 Ryuichi Sakamoto - Thousand Knives 275 Yasuaki Shimizu - kakshi 333 Godiego - The Birth of the Odyssey (Monkey Magic) 666 BABYMETAL -Headbanger

Here are the songs to listen to: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_IcliLasW5eajllU8pA5Gh

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Hatred and Love (ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 6

You receive your punishment.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

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Okay, so this is a mafia AU. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino, Hanbin and EXO (mostly Kai). This continues with the EXO storyline, but again, I have nothing against EXO :)) I love them, but I had to use someone for the plot

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, language, emotional breakdown. SMUT. This chapter is mostly hardcore smut. Includes Master kink, Name calling, Degradation, over-stimulation, light bondage.

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Before doing anything else, he asked you for your safe word. 

“Popcorn.” 

He nodded. 

“I can get a little rough, so let me know if it’s too much.” 

You nodded, watching him with rapt eyes, waiting for him to do something. He tied your hands behind you, eyes still dark with lust.

 “One last thing. Degradation or praise?”

 You practically moaned out 

“Degradation”,

 enjoying the way his smirk deepened and he said, 

“Good” 

when he heard that. He sat down in a chair across from the bed, crossing his legs to watch you with those eyes. 

“What was my whore doing before master came back?” 

You quickly caught on, only too happy that he shared that kink. 

“Your little whore was masturbating to the thought of you master.” 

You gulped hungrily when you saw the growing bulge in his pants. 

“What were you thinking of, my little slut?”

 “I was thinking of you punishing me master.”

 “Didn’t I say I would take care of you when I got back? Did my little slut disobey me?”

 You moaned, loving the way he sounded when he called you his slut.

 “Yes master, I did. I was just too horny to bear it.”

 His voice turned harsher, making you so wet that you were starting to drip down your thighs. 

“If you’re going to behave like a bitch in heat, you should get yourself off like that.”

 You looked at him, not understanding what he meant. He didn’t offer an explanation.

 “Shirt off, slut.” 

You happily removed the shirt, waiting for more. His eyes darkened when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He slowly spread his legs and gestured for you to come and sit on his lap. Only then did you understand what he meant. He wanted you to ride his thigh until you came. You nearly jumped with eagerness. How had he known? You slowly sat down on his thigh, enjoying the feel of those firm muscles below you in the best possible way. He gestured for you to go ahead and you slowly began riding his thighs, barely managing to sit up straight with the little shocks of pleasure it sent up your body. You tried to speed up, feeling so close to cumming. It only made you more desperate when Jiyong, staring at you coldly throughout, started rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and his forefinger and started sucking on the other. You wanted to just grab his head and keep it there, but your hands were tied. You were shaking from how close you were and you were about to fall off, when Jiyong grabbed your hips, so hard it would leave bruises, and moved you against his thigh, harder and faster, enjoying watching you become a moaning mess just over his thighs. You could hear yourself sloshing against his thighs, and that incredibly lewd sound just got you even more wet. You were so incredibly close. Jiyong took one look at your head thrown back, flushed and moaning, and he added his finger to the mix, pressing down hard on your clit. And with that, you were gone. You began shaking and you came, falling forward onto his chest, your thighs weak. He slowly moved you off his thighs and pushed you back onto the bed, pausing to enjoy how beautiful you looked. Your hair messed up, your lips red, your cheeks flushed, panting as your breasts were thrust forward because of the way he tied your hands.  Jiyong looked down at his pants, which were soaked because of you. In an icy cold voice, he said,

 “You dirty slut. Look how disgustingly wet you were. Look what you’ve done to my pants.” 

You looked up at him, excited and scared for more. 

“I’m sorry master.”

 He eased out of his pants and moved closer to you. 

“I’m going to have to make sure you regret that.” 

He roughly grabbed your hand and pulled you upright, making you sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt down in front of you, smirking at the wide-eyed look you gave him, and forced your thighs apart as far as he could. He looked up at you one last time and said, 

“You’ll definitely never dirty master’s clothes after this.”

 And he began. You were already sensitive from having cum, but he just harshly latched onto your clit and began sucking. He swirled his tongue over your clit, enjoying the way you were writhing beneath his grip. You were too sensitive. You screamed out.

 “Oh my god, Jiyong, I can’t take this.”

 He looked up for a second, his face glistening from how wet you were, eyes dark. And he went back in, sucking on your clit even harsher, and spreading your thighs apart even wider. 

“I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to call you that. But oh, I can’t take this.”

 He ignored your protests and while swirling his tongue around your clit, he slowly pushed a finger into you, curling it gently. That pushed you over the edge. You were twitching and bucking your hips into his face, unable to control yourself. And when he added the second finger, and slowly curled that in as well, you lost it. Trembling from your second orgasm that night, you moaned out 

“Jiyong”,

 starting to see spots at the back of your head.

 You would have collapsed onto him, but even through your orgasm, he never stopped licking, in fact, licking even faster than before. One of his hands reached up to play with your nipples while the other one desperately pumped two fingers in and out of you. You were the most sensitive you had been in your life. It was too much for you to take. You were screaming from how intense it was. But that never stopped Jiyong. He just continued to move his tongue in the most brilliant manner. He swirled his tongue around your clit one last time before pressing the flat of his tongue down on it, increasing the pressure. You were crying from how sensitive you were and by now, you were seeing spots. When he added one more finger to pump in and out of you, and lightly nibbled on your clit before sucking on it really harshly, it was too much for you to bear and came again, for the third time that night. Head spinning, you fell forward on to him. Jiyong gently caught you and held you up, the caring way he was holding you contrasting drastically with the cold look on his face. He gave you just enough time to be able to open your eyes and not have the world spin before he was back to his harsh, dominant self. He then roughly held your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You were flushed, eyes glazed and unfocussed, and panting from everything that just happened. He harshly whispered against your ear,

 “My little slut forgot to call me master, didn’t she?” 

You knew there was more coming your way, and you were both dreading it and longing for it at the same time. He smirked.

 “Well, you know what to do for your punishment. Get down on your knees, slut.”

 You were barely able to sit up straight, but you were relieved that it wasn’t anything for you. You got down on your knees, patiently waiting for Jiyong to strip. He slowly did, and he approached you. Without him even saying anything, you already had your mouth open, waiting for it, wanting it more than he knew, because of your dream. As you gently took his dick into your mouth, he gently ran his fingers through your hair and grabbed it, pulling your head back so he could see your face properly. You fixed your eyes upon his and ran your tongue up and down his shaft, swirling it around the tip, enjoying the way he pulled your hair and closed his eyes. You hollowed your cheeks and began sucking, letting your tongue focus on the tip. You gently licked off the little bit of precum there, enjoying the way he shuddered slightly. 

“Is this what my slut wanted all along? Is this why you couldn’t wait? You enjoy this don’t you?” 

His voice turned harsher, and he began bucking his hips into your mouth slightly. You gagged a little, but after getting used to it, your gag reflex went back, and you took him in even deeper. He groaned, rolling his eyes back.

 “Oh, you little slut. You don’t even have a gag reflex. You just love having master’s cock in your mouth, don’t you?” 

You moaned from his words, feeling your tired body get turned on again. He let out a slight hiss from the vibrations from your mouth, and then, he grabbed your hair even tighter and began fucking your mouth. You loved it. You could feel that he was close, and because of everything he said, you were getting wet again. He suddenly pulled away, panting, incredibly close. You looked at him, disappointed, wondering what he was going to do next. You wanted to make him cum all over your face. He cursed, and said,

 “Fuck, I can’t take this anymore.” 

He roughly picked you up, threw off his shirt and threw you onto the bed. He undid the belt he had tied around your wrists, pausing to rub the sore skin underneath. You looked at him, surprised, wondering what he was going to do next. He spread your legs and stood between them, desperately trying to open the condom packet in his hands. He quickly rolled it onto his cock and pushed one of your legs over his shoulder. You had started shaking your head, realising what he was doing. 

“Master, I won’t be able to take this.”

 You hissed as he pushed into you, loving the way he filled you up, but feeling way too sensitive. 

“But sluts like you love it.” 

He continued thrusting into you, enjoying the way you were writhing under him. 

“Now pinch your nipples for me, like the little slut you are.”

 Barely able to think straight through the over-stimulation, through your tears, you led your hands to your erect nipples, pinching them and pulling them, just like he told you to. You were moaning from how good it felt, when suddenly he pulled out completely. Pausing to smirk at you for a minute, enjoying the way he had made you a moaning mess on his bed, he rammed back in, thrusting harder and faster. Your back arched when you felt him hit the perfect spot and you screamed. Your walls tightened around him. He groaned, throwing his head back. His thrusts got faster and more desperate. You could tell he was as close as you were. And with his next thrust, you were gone. You walls clenched around him and you threw your head back to moan, 

“Jiyong”,

 falling back onto the bed, exhausted, tears running down your face. He came soon after that. The way your walls clenched around him had just sent him over the edge.  He just threw off the condom and lay down on the bed next to you, leaning in to pull you into a soft kiss.

You opened your eyes slightly to see that he was smiling at you, eyes so full of care and affection, before closing your eyes again. You felt him get up from the bed. He returned a few minutes later with a damp washcloth, gently wiping you clean. He lay down next to you and gently pulled you into his arms. He sounded worried when he said, 

“Hey… was it too much? Are you okay?” 

You could barely open your eyes, but you did, and you smiled.

 “No Jiyong. It was amazing. I loved it.” 

You slowly turned to face him, burying your face in his chest, mumbling,

 “Best sex ever.” 

He had a large grin on his face when he heard that. 

“Same here.” 

He pulled you in even closer and gently stroked your hair. He frowned when he saw your red wrist and your bruised hips, wincing a little at how hard he gripped you. He got up and got some lotion. He gently pulled you up, letting you lean against his chest while he gently massaged your hips and your wrists with it. He smiled when he saw the light smile on your face with that. He slowly pulled you closer and scooped you up in his arms. He nuzzled his face into your neck, and carried you to the bathroom. He gently put you down into the bath he had drawn, smiling when he saw you relax because of the warm water. He slowly got in as well and he moved you so that you were resting against his chest. You were exhausted and your eyes were closed. He slowly started massaging your head, knowing you relax that way. You leaned back into him even more, loving the intimacy of the moment. After a while, he got out and towelled himself dry, putting on a pair of boxers and a t shirt. He came back with another towel for you, helping you stand and holding you up while he gently dried you off before picking you up and carrying you back to the bed. He knew your legs were too weak to stand on your own. You wrapped your arms around him like a Koala bear, loving the way he smelt so fresh and so incredibly him. He smiled and slowly unwrapped your arms. He held your arms up and slid his t shirt onto you. It was practically a dress on you, but you loved the comfort of it. He towelled your hair and then ran his fingers through it, gently detangling it for you. You had moved under the blanket, making yourself comfortable near the pillow. He climbed in next to you, gently moving the hair that was falling in your face. You tiredly smiled and snuggled up to him, enjoying the warmth of his chest. He also smiled when his head hit the pillow, gently wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. The two of you fell asleep like that, bodies intertwined, with smiles on your faces. Neither you nor Jiyong had ever felt that comfortable around other people like that before, but you knew, it with different here. You knew that the next day, things with EXO were going to blow up, but for now, being in his arms were enough.

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Prompt: Jaime is wayyyy to excited to celebrate christmas as a first time dad with Brienne

I was tempted to do a canon AU piece with this (I really want to write some festive canon fun), but I decided to make it a soft modern AU instead. Originally it was going to be a follow up to my prompt ‘Little Lion’, but then I realised I wanted to have Jaime lecture with one hand and hold his baby girl with another in this general verse, so here we go. 

The landline rang. Sighing, Jaime paused Dippy Dragon and answered it. “Lannister-Tarth residence.” 

“When can we expect you and your partner for Sevenmas?” 

Jaime sighed again. He and Brienne had been living together for two years. Their daughter, who was pouting that Dippy Dragon was frozen on the television screen, was ten moons old. Yet his father still managed to lace the word partner with venom, as if there was something wrong with him and Brienne waiting to get married until it felt right for them.

Leaning back against the sofa cushions, Jaime unpaused the television. Cat began to giggle at the red dragon trying – and failing – to fly. “I’m not sure, Father. I need to talk to Brienne. It’s Cat’s first Sevenmas, you know.” 

“I am fully aware of the date of your daughter’s birth.” Not granddaughter. Not until Jaime draped a cloak around Brienne’s shoulders and their little lion was legitimate. Until then, Tywin’s eldest son had a bastard child. Jaime resisted the urge to sigh. His father did that for him. “What is that noise?”

“Dippy Dragon. It’s your granddaughter’s favourite show. She likes the music and colours.” 

“Jaime—”

He didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to hear that he should have joined the family business rather than get his doctorate in History and find himself teaching at Winterfell University. Didn’t want another lecture on falling for his colleague, his best friend, a relatively poor woman from the Stormlands. Didn’t want to hear the disappointment that they weren’t married; didn’t want to hear the dissatisfaction that Brienne had fallen pregnant. 

More so, he didn’t want any of that around his little lion cub. 

Gathering Cat into his arms, Jaime pressed a kiss to the top of his daughter’s head and addressed his father. “We won’t be visiting Casterly Rock this Sevenmas, Father. Brienne and I will be staying in Winterfell.” 

“Jaime—”

He ended the call. Actually unplugged the landline from the wall. Sent a quick text to Brienne (old lion on the rampage) and turned off his mobile, too. They continued to watch Dippy Dragon for a little while until the door to their apartment opened, and Cat immediately babbled in the direction of her mother. Jaime could understand her enthusiasm; he was excited every time Brienne came home, too. She dropped two bags of groceries on the kitchen island, and then swooped down to pick up their little lion. 

 “Granddad Tywin called, hmm? Was he mean to Daddy?” 

“He’s always mean to Daddy.” Jaime picked himself up off the sofa and kissed Brienne on the lips. He stayed close; an arm slung around Brienne’s waist as he tickled the soles of Cat’s feet. “I can’t have her there for Sevenmas, Brienne. This is her first...I want it to be perfect.” 

“It can be. You can do all the things you wanted to do as a child. That’s the great thing about having cubs of your own.” 

Jaime raised an eyebrow. “Cubs?”

“Cub. Singular. At least until Cat’s a little older.”

“Alright.” Jaime kissed her cheek. “I’ll get you condoms for the seventh day. Rebirth and all that...or no birth, in this case.” 

Brienne snorted. "Remind me to take back what I’ve got you if that’s the case.”

Oh, Jaime had much better ideas regarding Brienne’s Sevenmas presents. He was also starting to form some thoughts about their family’s first Sevenmas together. Their new home had a bay window on the first floor. It would be perfect for a tree. Lots of lights. Red and gold decorations. He’d seen baubles at the parent-and-baby store last week: baby’s first Sevenmas. They could get one of those; treasure it for years to come. 

“Can we have a tree?” he asked; their previous apartment had been too small for one. 

“Of course!” Brienne said, bouncing Cat in her arms as she went to put away the groceries. Jaime immediately steered her to sit at a barstool whilst he put away the milk, eggs, and bread. Both his girls were smiling at him. “Maybe we could have a proper tree this year. We only ever had an artificial one at Evenfall.”

“I’ll talk to Catelyn, see if she knows of any tree farms. There must be. You can’t swing a direwolf without hitting a forest in the North.” Jaime stacked a few pots of baby food in one of the cupboards. “We could have lots of lights up. Cat loved all the twinkly lights when we went to see Sansa.” 

Jaime could see it now. Lights down the staircase. Lights around the tree. Their entire home bathed in an ethereal glow whilst he and his partner and their baby girl watched Sevenmas movies on the big screen. They could dedicate an entire weekend to it. Make popcorn – or festive cookies! Hot chocolate, or cider. They could wear matching festive slippers or even pyjamas. Soft, and cosy. So unlike his memories of the Rock. 

“The Great Giant!” 

Brienne smirked. “You’re far too naughty for him to bring you anything.” 

Jaime grinned, and bent his head to kiss his partner. “No, I mean we could take Cat to see him. Oh, oh! At the baby shop, there were lots of little outfits for babies. Reindeers, children of the snow, the great giant, a snowflake...we could get Cat one for every day of Sevenmas. She’d look adorable.” Jaime beamed. “And we’ll have to find her seven presents, too. Things she can treasure. OH, and we can read her a new book each night; The White Walker who got lost in the show; The Long, Long Night, that sort of thing.” His partner stared at him. “Is it too much?” 

Brienne shook her head. She reached out with the arm not cradling their daughter and took his hand. “I love you.” 

“And I, you.” He beamed. “This is going to be the best Sevenmas.” 

Their daughter’s first festive season, and the engagement ring hidden in his sock drawer. Yes, this would be a Sevenmas they would always remember. 

[devil-kindred]

Tagged by the ever awesome @chyrstis for WIP Thursday! These are unfortunately short WIP previews but I’m having to rely on what’s on my phone for this one. In return I tag anyone who wants to participate and also: @unclefungusthegoat @tommymillers @tomexraider @dirtgirl @softmillers @faithchel (if you’ve already been tagged, just ignore this!)

First up, a peek at my Dragon Age long-fic A War Not Yet Won— in which all origins survive but my Cousland, Elissa, and my Amell, Fiora, are the main focus. This snippet focuses on Elissa just before the fall of Highever and she’s rather... spoiled? I suppose that’s putting it nicely but it’s something she more or less grows out of during the course of the story.

“My eldest son is riding to the battlefield, and you have already recruited my only remaining son. Grey warden or no, here I draw the line. Elissa is not to be recruited, end of discussion.”

“Very well, Teryn Cousland. I thank you for your time.” Duncan turns to Elissa and offers a bow. “Lady Cousland, should you change your mind, I—“ He’s interrupted by a haughty snort and a toss of firey red curls.

“I don’t want to be a warden. I am a lady of Highever.”

My second WIP is a snippet from (we’ll go) nice and slow which is yet another side-story set in my modern Death Stranding au disconnect//reconnect (i promise I’m actually writing it! there’s just a lot of things I also want to write for it)— in which we take a peek at Higgs and Jade while they’re still together... and how that first of Jade’s went.

“Do you have a condom? I’ve got the implant but better safe than sorry right?” A pause before she tacks on, “I would’ve had some in my purse but I didn’t know what⏤” Higgs watches as she flounders with a raised eyebrow, lips twitching as he tries to keep a straight face. “I didn’t want to grab the wrong ones. I mean, I obviously haven’t seen it and it’s not like I could just call you and say ‘hey, how big would you say your dick is?’ while I’m standing in the family planning aisle.”

Higgs bursts into laughter and doubles over on the bed, his arms wrapped around himself as Jade comprehends what she just said and covers her face with her hands. By the time Higgs gets himself back under control she’s curled in on herself⏤ her knees drawn up to her chest and her face hidden beneath her hair. He studies her with a soft smile, noting the tips of her ears have flushed pink from where they’re visible through her curls. Honestly, he finds it a little cute that she’s embarrassed by her own words, though he does feel a tad guilty for laughing. It just took him by surprise to hear someone put it so bluntly for once.