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[emjayewrites]

what’s in a name? • aurélien tchouaméni request

REQUEST: write a smut where Aurélien meets a woman at a club and she loves his name and they both have name praise kinks. Based on this post.

WARNINGS: smut, cursing, praise kink. 18+/minors dni

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A/N: Send requests! I got a bit carried away with this and please note that not all requests will be this long.

Aurélien had gotten used to people butchering his name. From commentators to fans to teammates, everyone seemed to have their own interpretation of Tchouaméni. But watching her attempt it, tongue catching on the syllables, made him smile.

The private section at Roar Madrid hummed with the bass of hip-hop. Dark wood and amber lights cast everyone in gold, but she? She glowed different. A goddess in human form, curves wrapped in emerald silk.

She'd caught his eye the moment she walked in with that walk – confident, unhurried, hips swaying in a rhythm that made his throat dry. Slim thick in all the right places, the kind of figure that belonged in Renaissance paintings. Her dress hugged every slope and valley, a masterpiece in motion.

"Try again," he said, leaning closer to her. The music wasn't too loud, but it gave him an excuse to eliminate some distance between them. "Tchou-a-mé-ni."

"Tchou..." She paused, looking up through lashes that couldn't possibly be real but were. Her voice carried honey and sin. "Maybe I need a private lesson."

He laughed, appreciating her directness. All night she'd matched his energy, her wit as sharp as her bone structure. "Aurélien Djani Tchouaméni. Each part has its own story."

"Tell me," she said, adjusting in her seat to face him fully. The movement made her braids catch the low light, golden cuffs glinting.

His voice roughened further. "Aurélien – that's from my mother. She liked how it sounded." The French accent rolled off his tongue like velvet. "Djani, that's from my father. And Tchouaméni?" He watched her lips part slightly, pink tongue darting out to wet them. "That's heritage. Generations of history in those sounds."

"Say it again," she requested, and he noticed how she leaned slightly closer.

"Au-ré-lien." He drew it out slow, deliberate. Watched her throat move as she swallowed, imagined tracing that movement with his lips. "Each part flows into the next."

"Like poetry."

"Exactly." He watched her lips form the syllables silently. "Most people just call me Auré."

"That's lazy," she declared. "Your full name sounds like something from another world. Ethereal."

That made him grin. "Ethereal?"

"A king's name." No hesitation. Just truth wrapped in that voice that made him think sinful thoughts – that voice that could start wars, end empires. "It deserves proper respect."

"My grandmother used to say something similar," he admitted, signaling the bottle girl for another round. "Said my name carried weight."

"She was right." Her fingers traced the rim of her glass. "But everyone just calls you Tchou?"

"Better than what English commentators do to it." He exaggerated their pronunciation, making her laugh. "You should hear how they massacre it during Champions League matches."

"Show me how it's meant to sound. The whole thing."

Aurélien leaned closer once more, letting each syllable roll off his tongue with practiced grace: "Aurélien Djani Tchouaméni."

She closed her eyes, as if absorbing the sound. "Again."

"You like hearing me say it?"

"I like how your voice changes. Softer. Like you're sharing a secret."

He hadn't noticed that, but she was right. His name in his mouth felt different when speaking it to her. More intimate somehow.

"Your turn," he challenged gently.

She straightened, accepting the challenge. "Aurélien." Close, but not quite right.

"Almost." His hand found hers, thumb tracing circles on her wrist. "Let the end lift slightly. Like this – Aurélien."

Her next attempt was better. The way she concentrated, determined to get it right, made something warm unfurl in his chest.

"Now Djani."

"Djani." Perfect on the first try.

"Just like that, bébé."

"Who knew that some football player would have such a beautiful name?"

That made him laugh. "You follow football?"

"I follow beautiful things." Her honesty was refreshing. "Beautiful names. Beautiful men."

"Keep talking like that and I'll have to hear you say my name more often."

Her eyes sparkled. "That's the plan, Aurélien Djani Tchouaméni."

The way she said it – each syllable deliberate, almost reverent – sent heat down his spine. "You're dangerous."

"You like dangerous."

He did. Especially when dangerous came with quick wit and careful pronunciation of his name. Not to mention a banging ass body.

"One more time," he requested, voice low.

"Aurélien." She leaned closer. "Djani." Closer still. "Tchouaméni."

Perfect. Every syllable exactly right.

Yes, Aurélien decided. His name had never sounded better than it did in her mouth. And he intended to hear it much more often.

"Now what should I call you?" he asked, hand finding the small of her back as he scooted closer.

Her smile promised trouble in the best way. "Let's start with your phone number, then we'll see what names come naturally."

The music shifted – something slow, something sensual. Or maybe that was just how everything felt around her.

"Demanding," he murmured, but his phone was already in his hand. Her fingers brushed his as she took it, deliberately lingering.

"Only when I see something I want." She typed her number with perfectly manicured nails – deep green to match her dress. Of course.

The bass thrummed through the floor, matching his heartbeat. Or maybe his heartbeat was matching it. Hard to tell with the way she looked up at him through those lashes.

"And what exactly do you want?" His accent thickened with the question, voice dropping to that register that made her pupils dilate.

She handed his phone back, letting her fingers trail down his palm. "I want to hear how my name sounds in your mouth, Aurélien Djani Tchouaméni."

Christ. The way she said it – like a prayer, like a sin.

"Tell me then."

Her lips curved, promising secrets. "Make me."

Challenge accepted.

His hand hadn't left her back, and now he used it to draw her closer. The scent of her perfume mixed with his cologne, creating something new. Something intoxicating.

"Dance with me first?"

Not a request. Not quite a demand. Something in between that made his dick twitch at the possibility.

She moved like water in his arms, all curves and grace. Made him forget they were in public, that other people existed beyond their bubble of bass and breath and burning touches.

"You still haven't told me your name," he reminded her, lips brushing her ear.

Her laugh vibrated against his chest. "Patience, king. Good things come to those who wait."

And the night was still young.

His hands found her hips, steadying or claiming – even he wasn't sure anymore.

"Imani," she breathed against his neck. "That's what my mother named me."

"Imani." He tested it, let it roll off his tongue like fine wine. "It suits you."

"Because it's beautiful?"

"Because it means faith." His grip tightened slightly as she moved closer. "And you must have faith to play with fire like this."

Her laugh was smoke and honey. "You think you're fire?"

"I think," his voice dropped lower, rougher, "you're the one burning me alive."

The music shifted again, but they kept their own rhythm.

"Tell me, Aurélien," the way she pronounced his name should be illegal, "do you always flirt in philosophical metaphors?"

"Only when the woman deserves poetry."

Her fingers traced patterns on his chest through his shirt. Innocent touch, sinful intent. "And what do I deserve?"

"Everything," he said simply.

She pulled back enough to meet his eyes. Something shifted in her gaze – recognition maybe. Or surrender.

"Take me home," she said.

Not a question. Not a request.

A prophecy.

"My car or yours?" His voice carried that rough edge that made her shiver.

"Yours." Imani's hand slipped into his, fingers interlacing naturally. "I came with friends."

The Madrid night air hit cool against their heated skin. Valet already had his Mercedes pulling up – sleek, black, powerful. Like its owner.

He opened her door first. Old world manners with new world intent. The way she slid into the leather seat made his mouth dry.

"Your friends won't worry?" He asked, settling behind the wheel.

"Already texted them." That smile again. "Told them I'm leaving with a king."

His laugh was deep, genuine. "Dangerous woman."

"You keep saying that word."

"Which one?"

"Dangerous." Her hand found his thigh as he drove. Innocent placement, deadly pressure. "Like it scares you."

"Nothing about you scares me, Imani."

Lie. Everything about her terrified him in the best way.

The drive to his place felt endless and too quick all at once. Her perfume filled his car, marking territory he'd never be able to reclaim.

Good thing he didn't want to.

His bedroom was a study in contrasts — dimly lit, the amber glow of the streetlights outside slipping through the half-open curtains, casting faint lines across the sleek wooden floors and the rumpled sheets beneath them. Madrid pulsed faintly in the distance, the hum of a city alive, but here, in Aurélien’s room, the world felt shrunken, contained to just this bed, this moment.

Imani’s back arched as she slid against him, her dress and panties now only a forgotten heap at the foot of the bed. Her bare skin glistened faintly in the low light, and the cool sheets did nothing to temper the fire coursing between them. Aurélien knelt over her, shirtless, his chest broad and rising with every breath as his hands worked their way up her thighs, the warmth of his palms leaving trails that made her toes curl.

"You’re incredible," he murmured, his voice low and uneven. His accent thickened the words, dripping with that soft, deliberate French cadence she hadn’t expected to unravel her this quickly.

"And you talk a lot," she teased, though the tremble in her voice betrayed her.

His lips quirked into a crooked smile, dark and knowing. "You think I’m done with words?" His fingers slid higher, settling on the curve of her hips, his thumbs pressing into her soft skin.

"Say it then if you wanna talk," she murmured, her voice low and edged with something she couldn’t quite mask.

Aurélien’s brow furrowed slightly, his dark eyes locking onto hers as he leaned closer. "Say what, chérie?" His voice was a rough whisper, his lips so close they brushed against hers when he spoke.

"My name," she breathed, her hands sliding up his chest, her nails grazing the taut muscles of his shoulders. "Say my name, Aurélien."

Something in him shifted. His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, but his gaze stayed intense, searching. "You like that a lot, huh?" he asked, his accent thick, teasing.

"Maybe," she said, her voice dropping into a murmur, her nails raking down his chest. "Just… say it."

He chuckled softly, but there was nothing playful in the way his hands slid up to her waist, pulling her closer. "Imani," he said, testing the sound, drawing it out like a note of music.

Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as the sound of her name in his voice washed over her. Aurélien pulled away briefly to remove his underwear and sheath himself with a condom.

Once back in her arms, she gripped his shoulders tightly as he eased himself inside her wetness, thrusting in a slow, steady pace. Just as he thought, she felt amazing around him — wet beyond belief, tight like a vice, and ever responsive. Perfect.

"Again," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. Her hips lifted instinctively, and he let out a low groan that vibrated through his chest.

"Imani," he said again, this time with more weight, more intent. His lips found her neck, tracing the curve of her throat as he whispered her name again and again.

She trembled beneath him, her hands sliding into his hair, tugging gently as she gasped out his name in return. "Aurélien—"

The way she said it made his control slip, his hips rolling against hers as a low growl escaped his throat. "Mon dieu," he muttered, his lips brushing her ear. "Do you know what you do to me when you say it like that?"

Her laugh was soft, breathless. "Probably the same thing you’re doing to me," she murmured, tilting her head to capture his lips with hers.

His name slipped from her lips again as he kissed her, the sound rougher, more desperate, and it sent him spiraling. He moved with purpose now, his hands steadying her as their bodies found a rhythm, each movement drawing soft cries of pleasure from her.

"Imani," he whispered against her skin, his voice a low rumble as he pressed his lips to the curve of her shoulder. "Putain."

Her fingers tightened in his hair as her hips rose to meet his now erratic thrusts. "Aurélien," she gasped. She repeated it like a chant, her name falling from his lips in time, their voices intertwining in a symphony of praise and surrender.

Her leg hooked over his waist, her calf pressing against the small of his back as she used the leverage to pull him deeper. She gasped, the heat pooling low in her belly becoming unbearable. Her fingers slid from his hair to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she whispered into his ear, "Let me." She tugged his bottom lip between her teeth before pressing her palms against his chest, gently urging him onto his back.

Aurélien went willingly, his chest rising and falling with deep, labored breaths as he watched her with dark, hungry eyes. She swung her leg over, straddling him, her thighs framing his waist as her hands found his shoulders for balance. His hands immediately settled on her hips, the grip firm and possessive, guiding her movements as she rolled against him.

Imani leaned down, her braids brushing his jaw as her lips found his ear. "Like this?" she teased, her voice rich with confidence now, each slow grind deliberate, torturous.

Aurélien groaned, his head tipping back against the pillows. "Just like that, bébé. Ride this dick," he muttered, his fingers flexing on her hips.

Her hips began to move faster, finding a rhythm that had both of them gasping for air. Each bounce sent shocks of pleasure coursing through her, and she let herself fall into it completely, throwing her head back as her moans filled the room. "Aurélien," she gasped, drawing the syllables out like a melody.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her — her flushed skin, the way her lips parted with every breath, the soft curve of her breasts as they moved with her rhythm. "Imani," he said again, his voice tighter, more raw now. "You’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you, ma belle."

Her eyes snapped down to meet his, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing his. "Tell me how good it feels," she whispered, her voice breathy but commanding, her movements never faltering.

His response was immediate, his hands sliding up her waist, one settling on her lower back to press her closer. "Feels like heaven," he said, his lips grazing her jaw before trailing to her neck. "Feels like you were made for me."

Her laugh was low, full of heat. "Damn right, I am," she murmured, her confidence spilling into every roll of her hips. "And you love it, don’t you, Aurélien?"

He growled in response, his hands tightening their grip as his hips bucked up to meet hers. "I fucking love it," he admitted, his voice rough and dripping with lust.

She didn’t let up, grinding down harder, faster, the friction pulling strained groans from both of them. Aurélien’s eyes rolled heavenward, his head pressing deeper into the pillow as a shudder coursed through him. "Putain," he muttered, his accent thick, raw. "Imani, don’t stop."

Her hands moved to his chest for leverage as she adjusted her angle, taking him even deeper. The new position pulled a strangled moan from both of them, and Aurélien couldn’t help but sit up slightly, his abs flexing as he planted one arm behind him for balance. His other hand tangled in her hair, guiding her face back down to his so he could claim her lips again.

"Say it again," he demanded against her mouth, his voice desperate now.

"Aurélien," she gasped, her lips brushing his with each word. "You feel so good — so perfect inside me."

The words sent him over the edge. With a low growl, he pressed her down harder, his own hips snapping up to meet hers as they both chased the inevitable. The heat between them built to a blinding crescendo, the only sounds in the room their breathless cries, the slap of skin against skin, and the muffled hum of the city outside.

And then it hit. Imani’s back arched, her nails biting into his shoulders as her climax ripped through her, his name a high, broken cry on her lips. Aurélien followed a heartbeat later, his grip on her hips tightening as he buried himself deep, groaning her name like it was the only word he knew.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies trembling and pressed together as they rode out the waves of pleasure, neither one willing to break the connection. When Imani finally collapsed against his chest, both of them slick with sweat and gasping for air, Aurélien’s hand slid up to cradle the back of her head, his other tracing lazy circles on her back.

"You," he murmured after a moment, his voice still thick and low, "are going to kill me."

Imani laughed softly, her lips brushing his collarbone. "Maybe," she said, her voice still breathless. "But what a way to go, huh?"

Later, much later, they lay tangled in his sheets, her head on his chest. Madrid's lights painted patterns on their skin.

"Imani Adesewa Adebayo," she said finally, voice soft in the darkness.

His breath caught. "Crown meets royalty."

"You know Yoruba?"

"I know beauty when I hear it." His fingers traced her spine. "A queen's name."

She laughed softly. "Says the king."

"We match then."

Perfect symmetry. Royal names for royal souls.

"Say it again," he requested, pulling her closer.

"Which one?"

"All of them. Both of them. Everything."

Their names intertwined in the darkness, prayers and promises wrapped in whispered syllables.

Some things were written in the stars.

Some names were meant to be said together.

[badxsshottiexllie]

@spoocys-glade-of-dreams

"Stargazing and tea? I would love too~" The woman cooed. Guess there was an opportunity to spend more alone time together after all. But that would obviously have to wait until later. Right now, it was the moment that they were waiting for. Ellies parents would reveal to them how she was even able to time travel in the first place.

They would all sit together, including Murfy, in the dining room. The tea kettle, including four cups would be at the table in case anyone wanted tea anytime during the conversation. There was even a small enough cup for Murfy.

"This device here is what we used to get Ellie back as well as watch over her while she was in Pre-Eden, but we'll get to that in a little bit." Cliff showed everyone around the table the device, before proceeding with the story.

"We had a beautiful, healthy baby. You can probably guess who that was. Unfortunately, Eden is not the place to raise a child." Meredith added.

"Yeah, especially with those creepy Rayman kid buttons." The blonde turned to Rayman and gave a bit of an awkward smile. "Uh...no offense."

"When we found out about Utopia, there was no question we would all move there together and raise you in a safe environment. One where you'd have a normal childhood. But...." The older woman began to frown. "We ran into some trouble along the way."

"One of my fellow resistance members gave me a portal gun and I had no choice but to send her away to what I thought at the time was a safe dimension until we could get her back. I...have no idea what happened to that portal gun....." Cliff started to form tears down his face. His wife on the other hand, took his hand and began to rub it.

"Ellie..." Now Ellies mom was starting to tear up. "Please don't think we've abandoned you...We've tried so hard, for ten years to get you back. We lost you in our life...for a decade..."

"Mom...Dad...I don't resent either one of you. You had to do what you had to do to keep me safe." Ellie got up from her seat to hug both of her parents before sitting back down in her seat again.

Rayman gave a chuckle when Ellie mentioned she wanted to stay up there a little longer. He takes her by the hand and began to lead her back into the house.

"Maybe we can come back up here later tonight? Grab a blanket or two and a mug of tea and just stargaze together? What do you say?"

He gave her a smile as she kissed his nose, giving a sweet giggle and accompanied her to where her parents wished to have the discussion. Murfy asked if he could sit in on the conversation and had Globox, Raymona, and Bullfrog leave so they could have some privacy.

Rayman sat beside Ellie while Murfy began to push a chair over for him to sit. Once they were seated, the blonde limbless took his girlfriend's hand in case she needed to squeeze it.

[matthewswifeyx]

Matt braiding your hair <3

Warnings- fluff, kissing

I was sitting at my vanity silently putting some light makeup on for a small, early, Christmas get together with some of mine and Matt's friends. The party was at our house and Matt was setting up downstairs, with food and drinks.

I carefully applied my mascara over my curled eyelashes. I was really excited to see everyone.

Then I heard footsteps getting closer to mine and matt's bedroom door. The door creaked open. I looked at it from the reflection of my mirror. It was matt, he flashed a smile at me.

"Hey sweetheart." he chirped.

"Hey baby." I replied.

I continued my task by getting my makeup done. Matt came up behind me and placed his arms around my neck loosely, locking them together, making it a loving hug.

"You look so pretty." He said.

"Aww Matty, that's really sweet. Thank you, but i haven't even got my outfit on yet!" I blushed. "And my hair isn't brushed."

"Hm, you still look gorgeous though," He paused. "Talking of hair. Can I do french braids on you?" He looked at my eyes through the mirror. "Pretty please." he formed a playful pout.

"I was going to just leave my hair down, but I can't say no to you." I smiled at him. "Let me just finish my makeup first."

Matt scoffed sarcastically and let go of me. He fell back onto the bed dramatically. I laughed at his gesture and eagerness.

I quickly applied a touch of lip gloss across my lips and I was pretty much done with my makeup. I turned around to face Matt, he was watching me put on my makeup the whole time. he was still laying down, but just had his head raised. Matt smiled as he knew that he was allowed to do my hair now.

I still stayed sat in my chair, while Matt went to grab my hair supplies from the en suit bathroom. Which just consisted of two hairbrushes and a few hair ties. He smiled sweetly at me again, and I couldn't help but blush.

Matt brushed my hair so softly, I doubt he was actually getting any knots out. Then he took my thin brush, with a metal end, to draw my parting on my scalp. Matt sectioned my hair nicely and started french braiding.

When me and Matt met, he had no clue how to do a ponytail, let alone a french braid. But he really wanted to learn, it was a kind gesture. Matt claimed that he wanted to make my days just a little bit easier, he always saw me getting upset over my hair.

I closed my eyes and relaxed, matt's biggest fear was hurting me. At first he would check in on me every 10 seconds to see if i was upset. He was really cute like that.

"Andd," Matt dragged on. "done!" he said.

I opened my eyes and inspected the hairstyle. It was perfect. Matt never disappointed when it came to hair. I turned around to face him and kissed him, thanking him for his gesture.

"Oh wait!" he turned my shoulders back around. Matt pulled a few sections out of the braid a little, to give it a loosened look. He was so perfect. "Now it's done!" He said proudly. I turned around again.

"Thank you Matty." I stood up and gave him a soft peck on the lips, I pulled away and saw a red hue spread across his cheeks.

Banner credits to @bernardsbendystraws <33

Hey guys!! I hope you really enjoyed this blurb! If you have any suggestions/requests please do not hesitate to send me a quick message, and i will try and get back to you asap! <33

[poppitron360]

GOING ON HIATUS!!!

From now (1st Dec 2024) until the foreseeable future I won’t be checking Tumblr.

I have a few posts scheduled (mostly for Lost Trio Week) but expect a lot less activity from me for the next few months as I sort out this Life Stuff, as I’m not available to do any admin and it’s all just pre-planned posts. I’m leaving my ask box open, so if there���s anything you want me to see when I get back please feel free to send. This is not forever. I will be returning, don’t worry.

I love you all. Sending virtual hugs (very tight ones, good for Deep Pressure Sensory) Wishing you all a Very Merry Whatever-You-Celebrate. I know this time of year can be hard for some people, but just know that you are all wonderful and amazing people and I will be thinking of you this Christmas.

Happy Holidays, everyone!!

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[anonymouscheeses]

I'm gonna be shitting and screaming and starting fights if Sera becomes a villain. I can't take sibling angst, Sera loves Emily I swear guys believe meeee.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

*hugs Abel* *proceeds to shake him like a ragdoll*

[thelocalweird]

Yeah you support mentally ill people, but are you normal about bfrbs?

[asteria7fics]

Now that I’ve sat with the election results for a little while, I’m gonna ramble about my thoughts and feelings. Please feel free to disregard this post if you are using Tumblr as an escape right now, I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled shenanigans tomorrow.

So I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that most of you goobers are not happy with the results. I’m also not particularly pleased, and frankly if you are happy then this post is not for you.

When Trump was elected for the first time in 2016 I was in my last semester of college. It was my first presidential election that I got to vote in. I had really, truly believed that there was no way my country would elect that man. Then I stayed up all night watching the results come in. I sat in my childhood bedroom, sick to my stomach, as reality sank in. They really were gonna elect that man.

It really, truly felt like the end of the world.

I drove to class the next day, and instead of having our lesson we sat and talked through our fears. It didn’t change the outcome of the election, and it certainly didn’t change what came from it in the following four years, but in the moment it helped. A lot.

In the following weeks I talked about it even more. I argued with family members on Facebook, and then discussed the impending fractures those arguments caused with other family members. I comforted my LGBTQA+ friends who feared for their right to peacefully exist as they were. I listened to my BIPOC friends whose fears were often otherwise falling on deaf ears in our community.

And now we’re here again. Eight years later, we’re being asked to look down the barrel of the same gun.

When he was elected in 2016 I was shocked. This year, I am not surprised at all. It’s a sad reality, but the U.S. is and has been going through some serious growing pains for decades. Before many of us even set foot in a voting booth.

It doesn’t feel like the end of the world this time, but that doesn’t mean things are always going to feel okay.

What I’m trying to say is that it’s okay to be afraid. It’s okay to be freaked out and concerned for the place you call home. It’s okay to have anxiety about what the next four years is going to look like for us, and especially those of us that do not fit into a very specific, very narrow box of existence.

The best thing you can do is share those fears. Lean on the communities that do accept you. Find the people that understand your concerns or are willing to hear them if they don’t. Protect your peace and stay safe, but open yourself to the people that you can trust. It might not change anything about the outcome of this election, but I promise you that it helps. A lot.

I am an inherently cynical person, so I understand the inclination to give up. To say fuck it, fuck this country that wants so badly to burn itself from the inside out. Fuck giving a shit ever again, when giving a shit has led to disappointment anyway. But I’m telling you right now, that’s exactly what they want. They want the opposition to give up. They want those of us that do not fit into that box to contort ourselves to fit, or to disappear entirely.

Merely existing in the face of oppression is rebellion. Rebellion is powerful. YOU are powerful, and you have every right to live a peaceful, joyful life. Never fucking forget that.

I’m posting the link for the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline again tonight because I want you all to know how serious I am about this. There is ALWAYS a light at the end of the tunnel. Talk to people you trust. Hold onto hope, it’s the greatest power humanity has.

It’s going to be okay.

[r0semultiverse]

In case you didn’t know or needed to hear it, things do get better after you turn 18. Your life isn’t over even when you hit 21. 💜

This is me at vaguely around my mid-twenties. I’m trans & I’m here & while I don’t have everything figured out, I certainly have figured myself out way more than when I was younger. 💜 Yes it gets better. Yes you can grow older & be trans. There are people out there willing to love & accept you for you. There are partners, friends, family to be found. Don’t give up! 💪 Be proud, be loud, & let your rage out! Down with cis! Let’s rock this joint & keep on living!! 🖤 Things will be less noisy eventually, just please live! ⭐️

💖 You are worth it & it gets better! 💜

[hazmatazz]

realizing how much physical affection means to me literally. like i always get that as my #1 love language for every fun test i do but oh my god they're right. i don't get enough physical affection or i don't get people saying they're giving me physical affection when they can't and suddenly i'm staying up that everyone hates me

[rosicheeks]

hiiiiii uh this may be a bit off of my usual format but just wanted to share: last night i had my first time wearing a dress in public, at a gathering with some other trans and queer people, and despite a little anxiety bc of everything going on with regards to trans people rn, i had a lot of fun and took comfort in looking good and being around people like me 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 and i wanted to share a little happiness in the gender euphoria <3

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Boxer!Sukuna headcanons

Inspired by this lovely ask. Thank you so much for sending me that and making me lose my mind over Boxer!Sukuna.

Pairing: Boxer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + smut Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: 18+, modern AU, smut, squirting. Mentions of boxing injuries, biting, blood. I know that boxers usually wear a groin protector, but I chose to ignore this for this AU because I wanted to write a sexy detail lol. Sukuna + Reader are in a relationship. Minors don't interact. Divider @/benkeibear

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who always wants you by his side backstage until it's time for him to enter the arena. You are his good luck charm and the only one who is allowed to wrap the bandages around his hands before he slips into his gloves. Not that he needs any luck with the skills he has, but he loves seeing you press your sweet kisses on his boxing gloves and smile at him before you hug him tightly and tell him to please be careful.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who gets a warm feeling in his heart when he sees how worried you always are. Much more nervous before his fights than he is. But he always reassures you, wrapping his muscular tattooed arms tightly around you and hugging you to his firm body while he tells you, "Don't worry, princess. You know I never lose."

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who smiles while you help him get dressed before a fight, helping him slip into the white silk kimono he wears for his ring entrance show. He can clear his mind the best when he feels your gentle hands caressing over his broad back.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who gives you his most charming smile before he grabs your chin and asks you for a good luck kiss, not just on his boxing gloves but also on his lips.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who always tells you he loves you before he leaves the backstage area. And hearing your "I love you, too" in return gives him another surge of motivation.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, whose ring-entrance show always makes the crowd go wild. The whole arena is bathed in blood-red light. A picture of an ancient shrine in a sea of blood gets projected onto the large screens. Dramatic classical music starts playing as a huge throne of skulls emerges from the fog, with Sukuna lounging casually on it, his head resting on the back of his hand. He's wearing the snow-white kimono and a crown on his pink hair, presenting himself as The King of Curses, which is his stage name.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, whose stage name fits him perfectly. One look at him and his powerful body and that dangerous and ambitious glint in his eyes, and everyone knows this guy is truly a King in the boxing ring.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who gracefully walks towards the ring with an arrogant look on his tattooed face, only accompanied by his assistant Uraume, who walks a few steps behind him as if they are a loyal shrine servant who follows their master obediently. They take off Sukuna's kimono for him and bow respectfully while the crowd cheers loudly.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who looks intimidating but beautiful as he stands there with a posture like a God while the white silk slips off his broad shoulders and reveals all the firm muscles and the sexy tattoos on his tall, athletic body.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who drops his serious act the moment he climbs into the ring and instead smirks his most charming smirk and lifts a hand to casually wave at his fans, letting them celebrate him as if he already won.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, whose last glance before every match belongs to you, though. As much as he enjoys the attention and worship from his fans, he always loves your gaze on him the most. You are the one who grounds him before a fight, the one who gives him the strength and the right mindset to lead him to victory.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, whose maroon eyes look directly into yours while he kisses his boxing gloves, at the same spot where your lips left their kisses a few minutes ago backstage. And right before he turns around to face the referee and his opponent, he winks at you and mouths, "I'll win this fight for you, baby".

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who already mocks his opponent before the fight even starts. Smiling tauntingly at him and asking him if he is scared. "You know, you can still run, little boy."

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who looks so sexy during his fights. All of his attacks are powerful and well-planned. He moves gracefully through the ring, like a big cat on the prowl, beautiful and deadly. Everyone can see that he isn't someone who just relies on his brute strength. Sukuna is intelligent, and he uses his mind to win his fights.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who is both hated and loved by the judges. They hate how cocky he is but admire his skills and respect him for how well-prepared he is for his matches.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who wins most of his fights with a knockout, laughing triumphantly when the referee counts down the seconds.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who only loses fights when he gets disqualified for committing a foul. Sometimes, he bites his opponents, drawing blood with his sharp teeth and laughing as he licks the blood off his lips. You know that this is also part of Sukuna's strategy. He is too controlled to let himself get carried away during a fight, but he loves the reputation those bloody attacks give him, basking in the fear he sees in his opponents' eyes when he whispers to them before a fight, "Did you see the guy I bit last month? Let's see how your blood tastes on my tongue."

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who is brilliant at blocking punches but also cannot be stopped if he gets hit. You used to be worried sick when you saw him receiving blows to the head until Sukuna reassured you that he is allowing it on purpose. It's all for the show. And sometimes, because he craves the pain since, it will spur him on even more.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who laughs after every punch his opponent lands, smirking cat-like as he licks the blood off his cracked lip, and his wild maroon eyes glitter amusedly at the other guy: "Aww, was that all you can do, brat? Gimme more, come on! Punch me! Make me bleed for real, you coward!"

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who looks so sexy with his tattooed skin all sweaty, every muscle in his tall, strong body taut. His veins standing out, and his broad chest rising and sinking as he breathes deeply. The outline of his long, thick cock visible through his dark red boxing shorts, making you want him so much.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who wears a sexy smirk on his beautiful tattooed face when he gets declared winner. He looks deeply into your eyes when the referee yanks his hand into the air to signal his win. This first moment is always for you alone, mesmerizing maroon eyes silently telling you that Sukuna dedicates this win to you.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who then punches his fist into the air and does a little round in the ring to let the crowd celebrate him like the King that he is. He is a professional, giving his fans what they crave, even while he craves something very different at that moment after a match.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who expects you to wait for him in his private locker room backstage, naked and wet, with your legs spread, ready to get taken by him.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who takes you rough and hard. He needs to fuck you to come down again after being so pumped up during his fight. His tall, muscular body is still dripping with sweat, smelling so sexy, a mix of sweat and musk and his expensive cologne. His breath is loud and harsh in your ear, turning into low, hoarse groans as he pounds your cunt with his cock and his heavy balls, just like he pounded his opponent with his fists.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who rubs your swollen clit firmly and whispers dirty things in your ear, making sure you give him your everything and squirt all over him when you cum on his fat cock.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who coos at you and calls you his good girl, his love, as he chases his own orgasm, finally allowing himself to let go, fucking you with hard erratic thrusts, his face buried in your neck, moaning loudly until he captures your lips in a heated kiss when he shoots his hot cum into your cunt.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who cuddles you afterward, pressing himself tightly against you while he is still buried balls-deep inside you, resting his forehead against yours and thanking you for being his lucky charm and the one who gives him strength. He stays like that, pressing you down with his heavy body, kissing you tenderly until his breathing finally calms down and the sweat on his body begins to dry.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who picks you up and murmurs to you, "Hold on to me, princess," before he carries you to the shower, not letting go of you even for a second, needing his princess on his cock and in his arms.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who showers with you and lets you wash him, sighing when you massage shower gel into his taut muscles, caressing him, and cleaning him, easing the tension in his body.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who returns the favor and lets his large, calloused hands wander gently over your naked and soaped-up body while he kisses you nonstop. Who caresses another orgasm out of you while you stroke his long thick cock slowly, making him spill his seed all over your hand.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who isn't the famous boxer, The King of Curses, anymore, when he is here under the shower with you. Here he is just Sukuna, your fiancé, who is joking around with you, all playful again, grinning that sexy grin and kissing you so sweetly, whispering against your skin how much you mean to him, and asking you where you want to have a late dinner tonight.

++ Boxer!Sukuna, who fucks you once more, this time against the shower wall with your legs wrapped tightly around his hips and your hands in his pink hair. But this time, it is slow, sensual lovemaking. Slow, deep thrusts and tender French kisses until you both find completion at the same time and moan into each other's mouth. The perfect finish for a successful match.

HE IS SO SEXY 😭😭 I didn't know I would write so much for Boxer!Sukuna, but I enjoyed it so much to think of his dramatic ring-entrance show and the way he boxes, etc. I hope you enjoyed it too!!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

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when you're mad and use their full name

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you're mad and use their full name

pairings: isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro and itoshi sae x gn!reader (separate) | warnings: little arguments, angst if u squint, reader is kinda hot headed? lol, mostly fluff and the boys wanting to be in your good graces.

notes: did i kick depression in the ass to finish this? not really. but it worked, and here i am! this is my nagi seishiro debut omgggg hopefully i did him justice and he's not too ooc. also new design for the scenarios to match my theme. enjoy, lovelies! let me know if you'd like especific scenarios and send me an ask :)

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ISAGI YOICHI

yoichi hoped he would die. 

really. 

it’s the least he deserved for making you angry — even more so because he didn’t know what made you angry in the first place. he spent the last fifteen minutes excavating his mind to try and remember what could have ticked you off so much that you don’t even wanna look at him.

he hates it. isagi needs your eyes on him, needs to hear your voice and touch your skin. and with the way you’re so silent and distant, he might be just like a man in the desert without water.

“baby,” he looked at you on the other end of the couch, intently watching the tv show in front of you.  just a glimpse would make him breathe again. just a nod would ease his nerves. hell, he would even take a glare, as long as you were looking at him.

but he got nothing. zero. nada.

“baby, please,” he tried again. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you mad.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, but still didn’t spare him a glance. he sighed.

“i’ll never do it agai—”

“do you even know why you’re apologizing, isagi yoichi?!” you asked, exasperated. your boyfriend froze on the spot when hearing his full name, because of course he didn’t. 

as far as he knew, you were having a great day together. he bought you breakfast from your favorite bakery, you made a delicious lunch and then you two went out shopping. he even gifted you with a beautiful necklace after an enthusiastic shop employee offered to show him some pieces—

oh.

“you got jealous of the saleswoman?”

“blah blah you got jealous of the saleswoman? heck yeah I did!” you impersonated him with a high pitched, sarcastic voice that showed just how mad you were. “she was all over you, yoichi, and you didn’t do anything!” 

he swallowed thickly, daring to approach you on the couch. he hugged your frame, despite the crossed arms in front of your chest making it a little hard.

“i’m sorry, darling. i didn’t even notice she was being inappropriate because you’re the only one i pay attention to. and i always figured people would never dare be so bold if you’re by my side and we’re clearly together.”

his sweet words coated you, making you glance away, knowing that looking at his puppy eyes would end you for good. 

“you should have done something anyway.”

“i know. i totally should, and i’m sorry i didn’t. i never meant to make you feel bad or let people disrespect you.” he rested his chin on your shoulder, breath shuddering right on your ear.

the sincerity in his voice was enough to chip away your anger, and you visibly relaxed in his embrace. yoichi held a breath of relief, knowing he still had to be careful.

“i’m sorry, baby. it won’t happen again. forgive me, please?” he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek, and god, how could you keep being mad like that?

damn isagi yoichi and his genuine blue eyes.

you uncrossed your arms, embracing his instead, and finally looked at him with love again.

“fine. but just because you’re so charming, ‘ichi.”

he chuckled. “you’re the charming one. i’m totally under your spell, darling.”

and when your lips met, yoichi hoped to keep living just to have more of you.

NAGI SEISHIRO

people would often ask him if his detached, nonchalant persona ever got in his way through his life. seishiro would always say no, because everything and everyone he did care about understood his lazy way and inability to do… pretty much everything.

that didn’t mean he never made the effort, though. as much as nagi liked to live like a sloth and just go on with his life playing video games, there were still things in his life that were worth it. like football. his friends. and you, of course. 

ever since you met, seishiro discovered that being with you wasn’t a bother. and after he fell in love and you became a couple, he found himself eager to indulge you, even if it meant going out of his way. his friends congratulated him and expressed genuine happiness to see how much he improved, and that, along with your beautiful smile, filled his heart with joy. 

however, no matter how much he tried, he was still…

“nagi seishiro.” 

a shiver ran down his spine with the sound of your voice, and not the good kind. he had never heard you sound so stern, so angry, so… disappointed, even. enough to leave a sour taste in his mouth. so much so he immediately lifted his eyes from his console, only to find your harsh gaze.

“ehh? wha’ did i do, angel? don’t say my name like that,” he pouted, crawling towards your body splayed on the bed. 

even when you tried to fight his embrace, nagi took advantage of his large frame to engulf you and lay his head on your chest, so you wouldn’t walk away in case you got any angrier.

“babeeeee,” he whined, hugging you tighter.

“let go of me,” you said, and he just shook his head. “you deserve it. you weren’t even listening to what i was saying, were you?”

what a hassle. he really wasn’t listening, but… well, he got way too focused on beating the last boss. could you really blame him? 

he heard you scoff. “oh, my bad, i should have known it was the last boss. it’s more important than me anyway, right, nagi?”

fuck. fuck. fuck. did he say that out loud? he sounded like a dick. you had every right to be mad and call him by his full or last name. 

nagi lifted his head from your chest to look at you, feeling his throat tighten with the sight of your teary eyes. guilt gnawed at his chest when seeing how upset and frustrated you were. 

“eh, ’m sorry, pretty thing. i got too caught up ‘n didn’t notice you were talking t’me.”

“am i that invisible to you?” a tear almost rolled down your cheek. seishiro shook his head, a little more exasperated than usual. 

“huh? ’f course not, angel. y’re never invisible. all i see is you. y’re the most important to me,” he held eye contact, and even though you wanted to tear your gaze away, seishiro’s eyes were more magnetizing than ever, even if your view was a little blurry.

you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the type to lie, since he always claimed it was a hassle. you knew you were important to him, but his lack of consideration still hurt. 

“i’ll apologize as many times as you wish. ‘m sorry for not listening and making you feel bad. i never wan’ you to feel bad, pretty thing.” 

nagi used his strength to roll around and switch your positions, in a way you were on top of him instead. he started caressing your hair in a soothing motion, making your eyelashes flutter. “y’can talk as much as you want. i promise i’ll listen t’you.”

your eyes welled with tears for a different reason, and you hugged the striker as hard as you could. even if he faltered, seishiro never failed to make up to you and make you feel loved.

“promise, sei?”

“promise.”

ITOSHI SAE

although sae wasn’t exactly smart in the emotions field, he always knew when you weren’t happy with something. you scowled, huffed and rolled your eyes, keeping an eerie silence that was only broken when absolutely necessary. 

at that moment, he was sure you weren’t happy with him.

you both kept to yourselves while still at the event, masquerading any problems for the cameras. sae had a hand at the small of your back and he could feel how stiff you were. the midfielder wouldn't admit that seeing you so uncomfortable around him made his heart pang.

at the limo, the path to your shared penthouse was quiet, and you brushed him off when he tried to hold your hand. sae could only stare at his window with furrowed brows, itching to dissipate this awkward atmosphere. he never liked when you were mad, especially at him.

he expected some sort of explosion when you got to your apartment, but you kept your glaze off him, trying to walk to the bedroom for your night routine without even sparing him a word. 

nuh-uh. that wouldn’t do. 

he held your wrist before you could go, and lightly pulled you so that you were facing him. your eyes widened with the sudden movement, but narrowed as soon as landed on his face. 

“why are you mad?”

you scoffed. the audacity of this man. 

“you know exactly why i’m mad, itoshi sae.”

shit, the government name? you were really fucking angry.

“i wouldn’t be asking if i knew,” he answered, immediately regretting it when you glared at him, as if saying that wasn’t the right answer. “i-i mean… i didn’t realize what was wrong, amor.”

you walked closer to your boyfriend, making him release your wrist. despite his typical stoic face, sae was clinging to your every word.

“itoshi sae, you can not talk to your little brother like that!” you nearly growled on his face, surprising him. “you were very rude and condescending, and that’s no way to speak to rin!”

he frowned. you were mad because of rin? the little green monster inside of him threatened to grow, but he forced him to stay put. sae didn’t want to anger you further, so he simply let his hands slither to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“i don’t think i was rud—” you lifted one eyebrow, and he rolled his eyes. “fine. i might have been kinda harsh.”

“and?” you crossed your arms.

he sighed. “i will apologize.”

“i’m serious about this, itoshi sae. i will ask rin—”

“i’ll tell him i’m sorry, okay? no need to keep talking about rin.” he interrupted, palms traveling to your ass while he nosed your neck. he planted a small kiss under your ear, huffing a minty breath that made you shudder. sae smirked. “and no need to keep calling me by full name, either. what happened to ‘cariño’?”

you held onto his biceps for some grounding, but still didn’t budge. 

“you weren’t very sweet today, so it’s not fitting.” 

he pouted while hiding in your neck, taking full advantage that you couldn’t see him, but was quick to withdraw to face you once again, touching your noses. one of his hands cradled your jaw, and you sighed with the pathetic effect your boyfriend had on you. 

“perdóname, amor?” he whispered against your lips, eyes sincere like you knew he could be. your poor little heart could never resist him when he was like this, rarely vulnerable and eager for you.

you gave a long exhale, arms moving to tangle around his neck. and folded.

“as long as you make it right, mi cariño.”

© 2024 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

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SASSY MEN DO IT BETTER! | TOM BLYTH

PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

SUMMARY. in which yours and tom’s behind the scenes gossip session goes viral and everyone’s dying to know who’s it about

AUTHOR’S NOTE. thank you to whomever requested this, nonnie i love you! this was so much fun to write and instead of Instagram posts, I decided to do tweets this time! enjoy as always and thank you for the overwhelming support on my au, it means so so much

installment of this au (recommend reading for context)

It started off innocent.

Just you and Tom in the background of a Behind The Scenes video where Rachel was currently talking about her character, Lucy Gray Baird.

You and Tom were fairly close in proximity—as you always were anyway—and you two were scrolling through your phones, showing each other funny videos or pictures of beautiful places that showed up on your feed.

That was until a message popped up from your ex, some jerk who had somehow gained a role in a movie and thought he was now some hotshot in the film industry.

“Oh seriously,” Tom mutters, watching as you tapped on the messages your ex had sent you. “He’s got to be kidding.”

Your ex had apparently “missed you greatly” and wanted to hang out so you two could catch up. He said he watched The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and was in awe of how well you acted. If he wasn’t such a toxic asshole when you two were dating, you would take it as a compliment.

“I don’t know where he has the nerve.” Tom says, giving you a disgusted look. “Like girl, please.”

“Girl please?” You say, giggling as your head fell back into his chest. “Baby, I didn’t know you said things like that.”

“There’s plenty of more where that came from,” he says, “Okay, I need to stop. What if someone on set thinks I’m crazy?”

“They already think you’re crazy.”

Tom rolls his eyes, shoving your shoulder back slightly. “You’re lucky you’re my girlfriend.”

“I think you’re more of the girlfriend in the relationship Tom,” you say, shrugging. You fail to hold in your laugh as you watch Tom’s expression turn into shock. “I’m kidding, thank you for being the best boyfriend I can ask for.”

He grumbles a sure whatever under his breath when you engulf him in a tight hug.

“You’re practically crushing my lungs.” He says a minute in, only to be responded with a roll of your eye. “But hey, I’m much better than that newbie actor ex of yours, right?”

“Is that even a question?” You say, pulling away. “He was just nonchalant and mean to me half of the time. Don’t know why I even dated him.”

Your phone goes off, another message coming from your ex. “Oh, he called you knock off Draco Malfoy, which by the way, isn’t even an insult because he doesn’t even come close to you or Draco Malfoy in terms of looks.”

Tom lets out an honest to God laugh at your commentary, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah, but didn’t you have a huge crush on Malfoy as a kid?”

You pretend to think for a minute before nodding your head teasingly, “yeah, I guess things never change huh?”

“Okay stop, you know I’m a fake blonde.”

And the entire moment between you and Tom is captured on camera, sending your fans into a frenzy as they watched how cute you two were with each other.

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Aegon x niece! reader (Rhaenyra’s daughter) smut please! Aegon has always been in love with her and manages to convince Alicent and Viserys to let him marry her. The reader is just as in love and when they get married, thwir wedding night is full of love and passion and 🫦. Aegon hugging her tight while fucking her and reader whimpering and moaning in his ear 🤌🏽

I received so many requests these past days and got inspiration for a lot of them (14!!), so expect more very soon <3 I'm trying to include everything (smut, angst, action)

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, p + v, loss of virginity

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Standing in the Great Sept of Baelor, your eyes couldn’t stray from Aegon. Blood was dripping slowly from his bottom lip after being cut after being cut and smeared on his forehead. His frizzy hair had been tamed and the cold of his clothes made the blue of his eyes stand out. 

A dagger was handed to you to cut your palm with. You hissed slightly, watching as blood seeped out. You held your hand away from your pretty dress, not wishing to dirty it with blood, then passed the dagger to Aegon who did the same. He clasped his hand with yours, your blood mingled together as a blood silk was wrapped over your joined hands. 

Queen Alicent wanted Aegon to marry following the Faith of the Seven, but he insisted on Valyrian tradition as the bond by blood was unbreakable. 

‘’Blood of two, joined as one. Ghostly flame and song of shadows. Two hearts as embers, forged in fourteen fires. A future promised in glass. The stars stand witness. The vow spoken through time or darkness and light,’’ the officiant said, reading from an old book. 

Aegon could feel his heart racing. He couldn’t wait to call you his wife, to walk around court with your arm looped around his. And to no longer have a chaperon following you everywhere. It was so annoying. The only times you were able to be alone together was when you would elope on your dragons. 

If your parents thought a chaperon would stop you from sharing kisses and letting your hands wander to places they should not be, they were mistaken. 

The officiant finally allowed you to kiss, and every part of Aegon ached to shove his tongue into your mouth and kiss the life out of you in front of everyone. But he restrained himself, settling for a kiss that would be just enough to make your cheeks flush. 

When the ceremony came to an end, everyone was bright back to the Keep. You rode a carriage with Aegon and your little brother, Joffrey, which you suspected was a scheme by your parents to make sure no sexual activities would happen in the carriage. 

Aegon's hand was resting on your thigh, and he leaned in to whisper in your ear. ‘’This is so frustrating. They really did this on purpose, didn't they?’’ 

‘’It’s not entirely a bad thing. I wouldn’t want you to crease or stain my dress before the feast,’’ you said, smoothing the shimmery white fabric of your dress as you fawned over the gold embroideries. You had never seen a more beautiful gown.  

Aegon smiled smugly, thinking back to your last dragon ride together and the kisses you shared in the clearing…and his hand that slipped into your riding pants. ‘’Little does these fools know, we’ve played them before.’’ Smirking, he leaned in again. ‘’You know what kind of effect you have on me, wearing that dress. Especially knowing what's underneath.’’ He gave your thigh a little squeeze, his hand starting to move upwards just for a moment.

You quickly covered his hand with your own, stopping him. ‘’Stop it. Not here.’’ 

You looked over and saw Joffrey sitting on the opposite seat. Luckily, the boy was too preoccupied staring out the window to notice anything.

A sigh left your husband’s lips. ‘’I don’t want to wait until tonight. I won’t be able to.’’ 

Thankfully, the journey to the Red Keep was short. The doors to the carriage were opened and Aegon stepped out first, then offered his hand to help you out. He took a moment to let his eyes roam over your body, his gaze hungry. Before he could say anything, you pulled him towards the castle and to the throne room where the festivities would be held. Inside, the room was decked out with gold drapes and beautiful flowers — nothing less for a royal wedding. 

The music began as you and Aegon made your first entrance together, your arm linked to his. He had promised to not let you fall in front of the lord and ladies. The guests cheered as you both made your way down the grand aisle, to the large table where your families stood, waiting for you to begin the feast.

As the night went on, you danced and ate cake and indulged in more wine that you would allow yourself to help with the nerves later. You were dancing with Helaena and laughing when you felt an arm snake around your waist and wet lips on your neck.  

You leaned into Aegon’s chest and Helaena took this as her cue to find another dance partner. 

‘’Do you think they will notice if we leave the festivities early?’’ he whispered in your ear, having enough of this feast and wanting to be alone with you. 

You glanced around, searching for your parents. They seemed all involved in conversations with other lords and ladies, but one last pair of eyes was on you: Otto Hightower. Since he caught you kissing in an alcove when you were five and ten, he had been following you and Aegon like a hawk, disproving of your courtship.  

‘’If you can find a way to escape your grandsire, I’ll follow you,’’ you replied. 

Aegon’s laughter mixed with yours as you were running to Megor’s Holdfast where the royal chambers were. It felt like all the times you slipped away from court together to avoid being caught.  

As soon as the door of Aegon’s chambers closed, his lips were on yours and his hands were all over you, grabbing and pulling with a hunger that made your pulse race. The urgency in his movements left you breathless, your body responding instinctively to his touch. 

Clothes were taken off in haste, allowing your lips to kiss more skin. You threw your head back and moaned softly, nails sinking into Aegon's milky skin as he kissed down your neck and to your bared breasts, giving them the attention he's dreamed of. 

‘’Aegon, please,’’ you whimpered, feeling his erect cock prod at your lower stomach. 

He pressed a last kiss to your nipple and nodded, walking you back to his bed. You crawled up to the pillows, making yourself comfortable. Aegon joined you, hovering over you, and studying your flushed face for a moment, before he bent down to kiss your lips again.

You were thankful that your mother had opposed the humiliation of a bedding ceremony. You would never have been able to relax under the eyes of men standing around the bed, waiting for blood to mark the sheets. 

While you were distracted by his kiss, Aegon moved a hand between your bodies to play with your cunt a little, helping you relax and prepare you for his cock. His girth was larger than the fingers he’s inserted before and he didn’t want to hurt you. 

It would be a lie to say you didn't feel anything when he slid into you. The pain was unlike anything you felt before. Seeing the tears prick in your eyes and your pained face, Aegon was quick to sooth you with sweet words until the pain subsided. 

His first thrusts were slow and overwhelming. It was a kind of pleasure you never experienced before. 

‘’I love you, Aegon,’’ you said, seeing stars when he reached a particular spot.

He kissed you sweetly. ‘’I love you.’’ 

You hugged him tight while he moved his hips, his ears blessed by your whimpers and moans.  

A chill blew from the windows, refreshing the warm air after your entercourse. You shivered, clinging to Aegon under the sheets. He closed his eyes, ready for a night of sleep, when your voice stirred him.

‘’Can we do it again?’’ you asked in a whisper, your head resting on his chest while bathing in the afterglow.  

Aegon grinned at the ceiling, thanking the gods for giving him a wife that was just as horny as him.

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