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MUSE [L.H.]
Logan Howlett x reader



summary: Logan would never admit it to anyone, but over the course of his long life he has attempted to draw maybe once or twice. He hasnât done it in years, maybe even decades, but heâs struck by inspiration when he meets you. Of course, no one can know that Wolverine draws, so he does it in the dead of night, sliding anonymous envelopes with the finished drawings of you under your door. When he sees how much you love them, he wonders if you could also love the person behind them.Â
warnings: smut 18+ but with an actual plot for once (brief m masturbation, oral f and m rec, unprotected piv sex, kind of accidental (but consensual obv) facial; pet names: bub, baby, good girl, princess), soft!Logan but he wonât admit it, also soft!reader, fluff (although the summary makes it sounds a bit more dramatic than it is tbh), implication that reader has curly hair, implied mutant/X-men!reader, (obviously the pic doesnât represent the envelopes Logan uses lol heâs not doing all that)
word count: 7.3k
also i feel the need to say something about the fact that itâs Hugh Jackmanâs birthday today lol so uh thanks for being huge jacked man and for giving us our Logan yay <3 | gorgeous divider by @plutism
Itâs everything Logan is the opposite of â he would never tell a soul â but over the course of his long life, Logan has attempted to draw maybe once or twice. Itâs not really him, but he did have a phase or two.
When he meets you, he hasnât even thought of picking up a pencil in years. Ever since youâve been at the mansion though, Loganâs fingertips twitch with the urge to start sketching your features every time heâs with you. It gets hard to ignore after a few days.
He waits until heâs known you a few weeks, thereâs no way in hell heâd ask if he could draw you. Heâd probably embarrass you by asking, and embarrass himself by admitting heâs into fucking art. Thatâs not him.Â
Except, well, sometimes it is, when heâs inspired. And youâre nothing if not inspiring.Â
He gives in to the urge to get out pencil and paper again, waiting until everyone else has gone to sleep. The first few drawings are shit, he feels like theyâre almost an insult to you. Itâs not that heâs accidentally drawing you ugly, it just doesnât look like you. So he practises.Â
Logan Howlett sits down at night to practise drawing.Â
He picks out a few other things to draw then, to ease the pressure that comes with drawing the woman he⌠is friends with. Yeah, youâre a friend. And he totally knows that youâd never go for someone as rugged as him, thatâs for sure. You deserve much more. So much more.Â
But after a few nights he feels more confident in his drawing skills again, but still, as much as he can picture you in his mind â he can do that absolutely perfectly â heâs not too sure he could really draw you accurately.
So he gets Rogue to show him how goddamn fucking Instagram works so that he can look at some of your pictures and use them as a model.Â
He doesnât know what youâre doing to him; youâve got him using social media.
He canât believe it, but the first time he seriously attempts to draw you, itâs perfect. Itâs a small drawing, not even as big as his palm, capturing your gorgeous face. He thinks of adding another few lines to your eyebrows, or to your hair or another small one to the outline of your lips, but he doesnât want to mess with it.Â
Logan hates how drawing makes him overthink, but he loves how it feels to create something other than violence with his hands for once â something that may even be the opposite.Â
He hides the drawing in between the pages of a book, and hides the book under a pile of random clutter on his desk that not even he would normally spare a glance at. But when he lies down to go to sleep, he gets all the stuff out again and gets out the drawing. He wants to see it again. And he canât leave it there anyway, what if the pressure from all the items on top of it smudges it?Â
But he doesnât know what else to do with it. He canât really have a drawing of you sitting in his room. What if someone sees? Then what is he gonna do with it instead?Â
He finally lets himself think the thought thatâs politely been waiting to be allowed into his brain from the moment he decided he might take up drawing again.Â
He could give it to you.Â
Logan knows his drawing isnât objectively a masterpiece, but if heâs proud of it he has to acknowledge that that probably means itâs at least decent. And youâre definitely the type of person to appreciate something like this. Itâs weird admitting to himself that heâs even proud of what heâs drawn; heâs done so much in this world, who cares about a little drawing?Â
The only thing is that Logan isnât sure if heâs ready for anyone to see this side of him. To see the side that has him staying up until 3AM to finely trace the lines of someoneâs eyelashes and cheekbones and lips, the side that makes him feel calm inside.Â
He knows itâs stupid to hide but he just canât. He decides heâll leave the drawing in your room in an envelope, maybe a pink one to show you itâs not a creepy threat but meant as a sign of adoration, from someone who couldnât resist but try to recreate your beauty. He wonât write his name on it, he just wants you to have it.Â
Sappy motherfucker.Â
He puts the small drawing back into the book and carefully pushes it between his mattress and the bedframe to protect it during the night. God, who even is he â protecting a tiny piece of paper? He groans at himself as he turns around to go to sleep.Â
He dreams of making a thousand drawings of you, with you as his live model. His muse.Â
Youâre his girlfriend in his dream, he thinks.Â
Heâs sitting in a chair in your room, drawing you as you tell him about your day. Youâre lying on your bed on your tummy, elbows propped up to support your head. Youâre gently kicking your feet in the air behind you, wearing nothing but a t-shirt of Loganâs, some silly graphic socks, panties with little cherries on them, and a bright, bashful smile as Logan attempts to capture your glowing features in a sketch block heâs dedicated to drawings of you.Â
He wakes up with morning wood.Â
Logan is no stranger to jerking off with you on his mind, so he spits in his hand and slips it beneath his boxers, stroking himself as he thinks of you. He imagines you on top of him as he jerks his cock, imagines you under him, or with your legs around his head, or you between his knees on the floor. He cums quickly and hard, leaving his boxers wet and sticky.
He goes for a run after heâs dealt with it and picks up an envelope on his way. Heâs doubting himself but he knows he has to just do it. Heâd doubt himself even more if he pussied out â a grown man who canât even slide an envelope under someoneâs door.Â
So Logan mans up and, like an idiot, kisses the fucking drawing before he puts it into the envelope. He licks the edges of it to close it and writes your name in the most anonymous handwriting he can muster and adds a little heart.Â
Itâs soo stupid.Â
He makes sure no one is anywhere near your bedroom, walks up to your door, and slides the envelope underneath. Except he didnât check if you were in your room. As soon as the envelope disappears beneath your door, he hears a short creak from your bed and your soft footsteps.Â
He hears the small and adorable noise of curiosity you let out â a confused hm? â and then he quickly and quietly makes his way down the hallway. He hears your voice about ten seconds later, an intrigued hello? as you open the door, but you donât investigate further, closing the door behind you.Â
Loganâs heart is beating so fast. Heâs never doing this shit again.Â
Heâs antsy all day, waiting for some type of reaction from you. Except you donât know that the drawing is from him so heâs probably not even getting one, and he canât conspicuously come to your room the same day you receive an anonymous drawing of yourself.Â
Itâs also when the insecurity settles in. Maybe he should have added a few more lines or started the entire drawing anew. Who does he think he is pretending to be an artist?Â
He shakes those thoughts off as he starts training with the punching bag in the gym. Itâs not something that he necessarily needs to train, but it gets rid of some of that pointless energy. This isnât him, worried about some lines he drew on a piece of paper â a scrap of a paper, really. Who cares about something like that? Certainly not him.Â
He sleeps dreamlessly and wakes up the next day disappointed that he didnât get to dream about being your boyfriend again. God, what are you doing to him? Making him think about being boyfriend and girlfriend. Heâs pathetic. Youâre a friend and nothing more, and thatâs fine. You probably donât like him like that and he can deal with that.
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Heâs not even thinking of the drawing anymore, truly, when he walks into the kitchen the next morning. It only comes to mind when he sees you, alone in the kitchen, leaning over the counter to scroll on your phone, your weird green coffee (âitâs Matcha, Loganâ) next to you as you stir it mindlessly with a metal straw.Â
âHi,â you look up with one of those sweet smiles of yours, but redirect your attention to your phone.Â
At least you donât immediately say something like hey, you know that drawing you slid under my door? It was so ugly I threw it away. Since when do you even draw?Â
Not that he was worried you would or anything. He hasnât been thinking about it. Obviously. Why would he? And he knows you would never expect that itâs him; thatâs the only reason he did it. He never would have given you the drawing if he thought you could have even the slightest inkling that Logan would be someone who draws. But he still wants to know what you think of it.Â
âYou want some toast too?â You ask, putting your phone down and turning to get some bread. He sits down at the other side of the kitchen counter and as his eyes flicker to your green drink (he still doesnât get it), he sees it.Â
âIs thatââ my drawing, he almost said, âWhat is that?â He pretends to be confused, drawing his eyebrows together, trying his best to look inquisitive, âNo toast by the way, thanks.âÂ
You have one of those clear phone cases, filled with a bunch of tiny pictures and stickers (and is that your credit card?). But wedged in front of all of those is Loganâs drawing.Â
âDid you draw it?â He asks.Â
You turn around, giggling, âNo, I donât draw. And anyway, I wouldnât be drawing pictures of myself. I got it in an envelope under my door yesterday, photocopied it because I was scared it would bend in my phone case. I donât know who drew it.âÂ
âSecret admirer?âÂ
Smiling, you say, âI donât know. I wonât get my hopes up. But the person must definitely be fond of me to draw me like that.âÂ
âLike what?â He asks, unsure if heâs about to be offended.Â
âI donât know, just, so beautiful. Iâm not saying Iâm not pretty or anything, but this looks⌠I donât look like that. I wish I did. I canât believe someone actually sees me like that. Itâs stupid but IâŚ.â You trail off and, conveniently, the toast is done at the same time and you move on to that.Â
But Logan wonât let you, âWhatâs stupid?âÂ
You turn towards him with a shy smile, âIâm embarrassed.â
Logan stays silent. He canât seem too pushy and draw attention to himself, but his silence makes you confess.
âI cried when I first saw it yesterday. Itâs one of the best gifts Iâve ever gotten. And itâs the nicest compliment Iâve ever received, for someone to perceive me in such an artistic way.âÂ
Logan makes a noise of satisfaction and smiles, asking you to pass your phone so he can look at it more â pretending itâs his first time seeing it. If you think that way about it, maybe the three more lines he was going to add arenât that important after all.Â
The problem is that it makes him want to draw more, his stupid heart melting at your reaction to something he madeâ no, created.Â
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After a week, he figures he has to give in. Drawing another picture of you is on his mind twenty-four seven.Â
It doesnât help that he still catches you staring at the copy of it in your phone case lovingly more than once a day and youâve put the original drawing in a special little frame on your nightstand. He thinks heâs sappy for drawing it but he doesnât think the same of you for enjoying the drawing.Â
This is for you. Itâs not about him. Heâs not an artist or anything like that, heâs just doing something kind for someone he cares about (which is honestly sappy enough but he tries to ignore that). Heâs usually more of a silent carer but maybe thatâs why he likes this. Heâs not making it a grand gesture, not making it a thing that heâs the one drawing for you. Itâs just for you to enjoy.Â
Heâll just make this second drawing and silently put it in your room, and heâs the last person youâll suspect.Â
But of course now that he knows it means something to you, he canât get anything right. He draws your hair too curly, then not curly enough. He draws your nose too big, then too small. Your eyes end up crooked. He canât erase too much because itâll look sloppy, so even the drawing he gets almost perfect, he ruins with a few final additions at the end.Â
It takes him an entire month for the next drawing, and it feels more like him that itâs been making him so angry that he couldnât get it right at first. Maybe he had the wrong picture of artists. Theyâre always talking about pain, arenât they, and thatâs what he experiences too (over a drawing. Who is he?).Â
He takes another few days to keep track of your routine, to monitor when youâll be in your room. He canât have it be as close as last time.Â
He ends up doing it in the evening. Thereâs a time after dinner when most of the team stays together to watch tv, just talk, or play some games. Itâs normal for some of you to wander off, come back or stick around a bit longer. It wonât be suspicious if he leaves for a few minutes and comes back.
Logan wants nothing more than to follow you when you say that youâre going to your room for the night; he wants to see your reaction. But he canât. All he can do is go up to his own bedroom fifteen minutes later, lingering in the hallway longer than he needs to.
Just as heâs about to give up and go to sleep, you walk down the hallway, coming back from the bathroom.
âLogan!â you call all excitedly when you see him, and his heart skips a beat. Do you know the drawing is from him?Â
âLook,â you take his arm and pull him to your room, âI got another drawing!â
He breathes out in relief; you donât know itâs from him. He smiles when you hold up the drawing, already framed.
âWere you expecting to get another drawing?â he teases.
âNoo, but the frames came in a pack of two. Isnât it gorgeous?â
Logan looks at how your eyes sparkle, how proudly youâre showing him this drawing. All the work he put into it was definitely worth it. Itâs another picture of your face, this time from a new angle, and with your hair styled differently, curls coiled another way from last time.
Logan clears his throat, remembering to keep up his act. âIt looks good.â
âGood?â you take the frame from his hands defensively, âItâs beautiful.â
He chuckles, âSorry, I donât know much about this type of thing. It is beautiful though.â Heâs looking at you instead of his drawing.
âIt is. And you donât have to know much about art or drawing to see how pretty this is. I still canât believe someone would take the time to make these for me.â
Logan remains silent instead of saying what he wants to tell you. Of course he would take that time for you â and you donât even know how much time it really took him. If thereâs someone whoâs worth it, itâs you.
Seeing your pleased smile at something he made for you, he decides heâs never going to stop drawing you.
-
Heâs on a roll for some time. Heâs better at drawing again now that heâs getting in practice, and he makes five drawings of you within the next weeks. Logan watches the collection of them on your nightstand grow fuller, along with your smile that somehow gets bigger every time you tell him about a new drawing.
Itâs a wonder you havenât caught on yet, but you donât seem particularly interested in snooping around to find out who it is. You respect the personâs privacy, but youâve confessed to him that youâd still love to know.Â
âI wonât try to find out who it is. I wonât push it if they donât want me to know⌠but, I mean, anyone would want to know, wouldnât they?â
Youâve adopted the nickname of âsecret admirerâ for this mysterious âtheyâ, after Logan used the term about ten times. You were reluctant at first, because the person isnât calling themself a secret admirer â youâd just be putting words in their mouth. But after seeing how much more beautiful the drawings get each time, youâve accepted and admitted that, okay, yes, the person must be an admirer.
Your secret admirer Logan is particularly proud of his latest drawing, excited to bring it up to your room tonight.Â
But this time heâs sloppy. Heâs stayed for a few post-dinner card games with the team, and itâs risky, because youâve been saying that itâs your last game for the last two rounds. But he also knows that you always say that, and never mean it.
Logan gets up to leave, and he hears Scott convincing you to play just one more round.
Itâs stupid, really, risking it like that. Even if heâs gone from your room in time before you come upstairs, you could easily guess that itâs Logan. Heâs the first one leaving the round tonight, so your first assumption could be that it was him.
Maybe subconsciously he wants to get caught. Heâs seen how you light up at every drawing, and no matter how much you respect your admirerâs anonymity, of course you want to know whoâs dedicating so much time and work to drawings of you. Of course itâs crossed your mind that the person isnât just doing this because theyâre a good friend. Theyâre drawing your face because they think itâs beyond beautiful.
Logan doesnât really know why he hasnât told you yet that he likes you. Heâs good at flirting, and heâs attractive â heâs not blind. But with you itâs different, thereâs a bigger risk, for the both of you. The older he gets, the harder it is to open up to yet another person. Youâre friends, and you talk about personal things, but confessing that heâs in love with you is different.
Not to mention this stupid recurring dream he keeps having, in which you find out itâs Logan whoâs been drawing you, and suddenly your opinion of the drawings changes. You donât like him back like that, and suddenly the drawings feel creepy if you think about him staying up late drawing your face.
He rolls his eyes at himself and gets the thought out of his head, taking the small envelope out of the back pocket of his jeans, smoothing his hand over it. He looks around, making sure no one sees him.
Logan bends down to slide the envelope under your door as usual, but one of the corners of the paper catches against the wall, and he quickly opens it to check the drawing isnât damaged. His heart is beating so fast, he feels stupid.Â
He can hear footsteps, still far away, but he can hear them. Logan messily licks the edges of the envelope to close it back up, but itâs not sticking. He canât decide between shoving it under the door like this or leaving now and bringing it back the next day. He can feel his heart hammering against his ribcage now.
Then he hears it. He miscalculated how far the footsteps were.
âLogan?â
He turns around slowly, and it feels like the world has frozen.
You come closer, looking at him and then at the letter that he mustâve dropped. It hasnât made it under your door yet.
He says something before you can, âIâm delivering for someone else.â
âWho?â you ask, bending down to pick up the envelope. If he wasnât petrified, heâd enjoy the view of you bent over in front of him.
He breathes. He canât have anyone taking credit for his work, for his art (you called it that recently, he would never). But his heart is beating so fast he doesnât know what the fuck to do or say.Â
This is exactly why he never wanted to do any of this. Heâs making a fool out of himself and that doesnât usually happen, especially not over a piece of paper. Logan is confident, cocky even, he can admit that, and has no idea how to deal with things like being nervous; he never has to. This really isnât him.
You donât wait for an answer and look at the envelope. You open it so carefully, gently taking the drawing out with your fingertips. Youâre treating it with so much care he immediately feels better. Again, this isnât for him, itâs for you. (Well, itâs for him too but itâll take him a while to admit that).Â
Heâs drawn your smile this time. You were happy in most of the drawings before, but he focussed more on the eyes, and your lips only ever tugged up in a slight smile.Â
This one is a full-toothed grin, mid-laugh.Â
You two were drinking last weekend. He barely felt it but your tipsy, giggly mood was contagious. He couldnât imagine himself feeling any other way but blissful when youâre happy around him.Â
It started when Logan made a casual comment about something silly Scott was wearing that night, and he had you giggling. He wanted to immediately hear that angelic sound again, of course, and so he gave you every joke about your shared friends he could think of â all light-hearted, but he was still glad you two were alone.Â
It was the stupidest joke of all that made you really laugh, some dumb comparison between Xavier and Caillou. You probably wouldnât even giggle at it anymore now, but in the moment it was so funny you almost spat out your drink from the deep belly laugh he drew from you, holding onto his bicep so you wouldnât fall over as tears formed in your eyes from how hard you were laughing. He wanted to engrave the image on his soul. At least he got your smile on paper.
You look up at him now, eyes filled with tears.Â
âYou drew this?â you ask.
He nods softly. He canât say it but he hopes the drawings convey how in love with you he is.Â
Suddenly, Logan feels like his heart has stopped beating.
Youâre kissing him.Â
Youâve leaped up, wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, and now your lips are on his.Â
He feels your mouth falter, probably because heâs being a fucking idiot and not kissing you back. Logan places his hands on your waist to pull you further towards him. Then his brain finally catches up and he can do what heâs wanted to for so long.Â
He takes your chin with two fingers and angles you so you can kiss him easier. He closes his eyes and revels in the feeling of your soft, warm lips against him. Youâre soft and warm all over. Your top has slipped up over his fingertips at your sides, and he slides his hands further around your back to support you against him even better.Â
Loganâs tongue pushes at your lower lip, and you let out the sexiest, tiny moan of surprise as you part your lips for him, granting him access.Â
His tongue touches the tip of yours and from then on your cravings intensify. You feel your way over his muscular shoulders, his big biceps and over the hard planes of his chest. When youâve had a good feel there, your hands grip his shirt in desperation and Logan gets even hungrier for you. He gently bites at your lower lip, but then you shriek into his mouth and squirm out of his grasp. He opens his eyes wide.Â
You grip Loganâs forearm for support when you bend down in a panic, picking up the drawing you just dropped. You let out a big breath of relief when you see it hasnât been damaged.Â
âYou made me drop it!â You slap a hand to his chest; it doesnât actually hurt and itâs not meant to, but it leaves a pleasant tingle behind instead.Â
âI didnât do anythingâ, Logan laughs, and you shake your head at him with a smile.
You take him into your room where you make him sit on the bed while you stare at the new drawing in awe. âI didnât know you drawâ, you say without taking your eyes off it.
âNo one else knows.â
You pretend to zip your lips, smiling, âItâs our secret.â Logan can tell that you like that. He likes it too. It feels much better to share a secret with you than to be keeping one from you.
âIâll only draw for you anyway, so thereâs no point in telling anyone else.â
âYouâre really good. I love the drawings.â
Logan gives a satisfied hum at your words, âYou inspired me. Canât have you walking around all pretty and not expect me to try and recreate it.â
You straddle Logan and hover over his lap to hug him, âTheyâre the best thing anyone's ever given to me. Do I really look like that?â You say the last question more quietly, and Logan wraps his arms around your sides, careful not to bump your hand thatâs still holding the drawing.
âYouâre more gorgeous than anything I could ever capture, but I think it comes close. I didnât change anything about you to make you more beautiful. I couldnât if I tried. I just tried to draw you as accurately as possible, thatâs why itâs so beautiful.â
âI really love it,â you say again, happily staring at the details of the drawing. Hearing you say the word love so much tempts Logan, but he doesnât want to move too fast. He doesnât want to overwhelm you. He does, however, want to kiss you again.
Logan carefully takes the framed drawing and puts it on your nightstand. You push your mouth against his before he can initiate the kiss, and he grins against your lips.
You donât know how to put your feelings into words, so youâre kissing him instead. He pulls you down so that youâre not hovering over but sitting on his lap, and the mood immediately shifts to something different. Logan doesnât want to overwhelm you, but if youâre ready then heâll take anything he can get.
Your chest is pressed against Loganâs, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes. You may or may not be pressing your boobs against his body on purpose.
âGod, baby, Iâve waited so long for this,â he says, already breathless, as his hands trail down your back, leaving goosebumps behind.
âYouâve waited long?â you raise your eyebrows, grinning, âIâve wanted to fuck you since the day I met you.â
You see the look in Loganâs eyes changing as he bites his lip, âWho says I didnât want the same?â
You giggle, âWhy did it take us so long?â
Logan chuckles, readjusting you so that youâre even closer to him, âI was too busy to actually talk to you, just been starinâ at you so I could draw you.â His cheeks have the faintest red tint, and you kiss them, hugging him.
You whisper into his ear, âThen it was worth the wait. And anyway, itâs not talking that Iâm interested in right now.â
He pulls you back to look into your eyes, then at your lips. âWhere do you want me?â he asks. You giggle slightly helplessly; you werenât entirely prepared to have a man like Logan at your mercy like this tonight.
âYou can do whatever you want,â you say softly, kissing him.
Loganâs lips are hungry against yours, strings of spit falling between you two, but he pauses the kiss to lie you on your back. âWanna eat you out,â he husks, âBeen dying to know what you taste like forever, bub. Can I?â He reaches for the hem of your top, and you nod so that he can pull it off you, admiring whatâs underneath.Â
âSometimes I make myself cum imagining that Iâm going down on you,â you confess somewhat shyly, but you figure heâs been so vulnerable for you that you can share a secret too.
Logan smirks, and pulls off his shirt, âMaybe we can make your dream come true then.â
You move to sit up, but he insists on eating you out first. You both take off all your clothes, staring at each other with huge smiles on your faces for a few moments. Youâve never seen Logan this happy.
âLook at you, baby. So pretty,â he leans down to kiss your lips, then down your neck, all the way to your legs. He spreads them, lying down between them as he all but drools at the sight of your wet pussy.
You get nervous all of a sudden. âItâs been a while,â you tell him. He looks up, taking your hand, enveloping it completely in his much bigger one.
âYou sure about this? We can wait,â he gently kisses your knuckles, and a warmth spreads in your chest, slowing your heartbeat down a little.
âIâm sure,â you nod, and Logan comes up again to kiss you. The head of his hard cock catches against the space above your clit, and you both look down between your bodies. When Logan looks back up at you, his eyes are desperately begging you. You place your hand on his head, threading your fingers through his hair as he moves down your body.
âSuch a pretty fucking pussy,â he mumbles into your thigh, kissing you there. You giggle, getting comfortable, your hand never leaving his hair.
Logan starts eating you out, his tongue gentle but determined against your clit.
âTaste so good, baby. Even better than I imagined.â You hum at Loganâs words, already feeling yourself come undone with his mouth on your wet pussy.
You sink further into the mattress when he starts sucking on your clit, licking into your pussy like a man starved every few moments, and your thighs squeeze around Loganâs head, and itâs even better than in his fantasies.
âFeels really good,â you tell him, pulling on his hair to stop yourself from moving too much, and Logan moans against your skin. Hearing your words motivates him even more, and he pushes two fingers into your wet pussy. He curls his fingers, rubbing up against that spot that makes you see stars.
Your back arches as you cum, Loganâs lips wrapped around your clit as your legs push harder against his head, and all he does is moan, revelling in the feeling.
Logan doesnât stop licking your pussy until youâre tugging his head away by his hair, and he comes up for air with a grin on his face. You smile back, pulling him up to kiss him. You give yourself only a few seconds of recovery time before you make him sit down. You know youâd never have enough strength to actually make him get into a different position, but he lets you.
You push him onto his back, getting between his legs. Youâre blinking up at him all prettily when you ask, âCan I suck your dick? Please?â
Logan huffs to himself because he canât believe how hot you are, canât believe that this is really finally happening. He tells you yes â he has no more words to describe how badly he wants this â and he watches you wrap your pretty lips around his cock.
Itâs hard to grasp that itâs really you doing this right now â the woman heâs been into for so long. His cock is in your mouth and you look so gorgeous with spit running down from your lips, and all he can think of is all the dirty drawings he can now make of you, if youâll let him.
He closes his eyes when you take him deeper, enveloping him with your warm, wet mouth. âGood girl,â he whispers absent-mindedly, too gone to say much more.
Youâre not using your hands as you suck his cock, your spit trailing down on him, and youâre so eager. But itâs also late, and he sees you getting tired, eyes blinking slower as you pause to catch your breath every few moments. He also sees the determination in your eyes, and the absolute want, but he doesnât want you to exhaust yourself.Â
You look so sexy all fucked out, strings of spit connecting your mouth to his cock as you pull away another time, giggling up at him shyly when you realise that heâs noticing you getting tired.
âJust need a second,â you wipe your mouth, out of breath, and itâs not that youâre not incredibly hot like this, but he still wants to fuck you tonight and heâs not sure that will happen if you keep going.
âCâmere, baby,â he says, reaching out his hand.
âHuh?â you ask, taking his hand nevertheless.
âGet back here, baby. Iâm gonna fuck you now, alright? Donât want you tiring yourself out.â
You let him lift you and put you on your back, but you pout, âWanna taste you.â
Logan grins, âIâll cum in your mouth, princess. Promise.â
You smile at his answer, satisfied, so you lie back down, pulling your legs up to your chest. His cock looks huge as he jerks himself off between your legs, rubbing the tip against your clit, making you squirm.
âDonât know if I can take you,â you bite your lip. Youâre not entirely sure if you mean it or not. You definitely want to try.
âWeâll make it fit, baby, weâll make it fit,â Logan assures you, leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth, a mix of your wetness and his precum between your mouths. You feel his cock at your pussy, âYou ready?â
âIâm ready,â you nod desperately, letting him push his cock into your pussy. He pauses after a few inches, but you wrap your legs around his waist more tightly, and he goes deeper.
âYâokay, baby? You can take it, right?â
You nod, unable to form words with your pussy stretched like this, a combination of pleasure and pain between your legs â but itâs infinitely more pleasure.
âThatâs right. Youâre my good girl, hm?â He kisses along your neck as he bottoms out, and you both moan when heâs got his cock fully stuffed inside you for the first time. He pulls out slightly when you whine at the stretch, but you scratch down his back to get his attention.
âI can take it,â you tell him, and you watch the look in his eyes darken.
He begins to fuck you, the pain subsiding more with every thrust into your wet pussy. You can barely take him, but it feels good. With your slight tiredness, you feel like youâre floating on cloud nine.Â
You canât believe that Logan â your super hot friend Logan who youâve been fantasising about for so long â is fucking you. He not only feels the same way about you, but heâs been your secret admirer this entire time, taking hours and hours out of his day to make you smile. Youâre the only one he wants.
And now heâs fucking you, fucking you well, and you feel so warm inside, not just from the sex but you feel warm in your heart, because of Loganâs care.
âYou okay?â he asks, stroking a hand down your face when he notices youâre not entirely present. You nod happily, smiling up at him, and you canât talk because you feel so good.
âGood, thatâs good, bub, but let me know if it gets too much,â he says as he starts rubbing your clit, watches you nod while heâs fucking you so well, and heâs so big and so deep inside of you, âSqueezing me so tight, baby, feel so fucking good.â
You cum suddenly, letting the warm pleasure flow through your body as Logan keeps fucking you through it, rubbing your clit in just the right rhythm.
âThatâs my girl, taking it so well,â he moans, breaths stuttering. You slump against the pillow after a few moments, with a soft smile on your face, and Logan pulls out.
âGonna make me cum, baby,â he jerks his cock, and you sit up on your elbows immediately, looking him in the eyes with a smile as you stick out your tongue for him. He promised.
Logan moans when he cums, painting your face in his release, jerking himself off. He holds your head in place with his other hand, aiming for your mouth but youâre making no effort to catch his cum there.
âSuch a pretty fucking face, princess, âm cumming all over it,â he rasps, shooting more ropes of his cum all over your cheeks, jacking off onto your face.
You open your eyes when heâs done and breathing heavily, and you smile up at him. You open your mouth, taking the head of his cock between your lips to suck off the last drops of cum.
âLook at you, baby. Look so fucking pretty with my cum all over your gorgeous face.â
You hum, pulling your mouth off him and licking your lips, tasting his salty release. You brush a finger over your cheek, sucking it into your mouth to taste him more. Logan kisses you then, the flavour of himself mixing between your mouths.
He cleans you up gently, carefully wiping your face with a baby wipe and kissing every inch of your cheeks afterwards. You take his face to kiss him properly, and if you didnât seem so tired Logan would be ready for round two immediately.
âNext time you could try to actually cum in my mouth,â you tease, making Logan grin.
âSorry, baby. Got too excited. Couldnât focus on asking you again if it was okay.â He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your lips.
âItâs okay,â you tell him, âI liked it.â
Logan grins, âOh I could tell you liked it, baby.â You lightly slap his chest as you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss.
You cuddle for a while, not saying much because you donât have to. Youâve both waited for this for so long that youâre just enjoying the moment, enjoying that it finally happened.
You slip out of his arms to sit on top of him. Youâre in nothing but panties, the blanket bunching around your hips. You lean your hands against his chest as you tell him more about how much the drawings delighted you. And Logan cares, of course he cares to hear that, but heâs also just a man seeing the woman heâs into naked for the first time still.Â
You become quiet when you realise that heâs not listening, and you giggle, âDistracted?â
Logan grins, âJust a little fucking bit, baby.â His eyes donât leave your body, and you laugh as you bend down to kiss him. He grabs your ass, kneading the flesh. When you slightly sit up again, your tits are near his face, and he canât help himself. He cups your breasts, playing with your nipples, making you hum.
âI should draw these,â he looks up at you, âShould draw every perfect fucking inch of you.â
âYou wanna?â You adjust how youâre seated in his lap, and you feel that heâs already half hard under you again.
âMaybe after Iâve fucked you again.â
You smile, feeling yourself growing wetter on top of him.
âTomorrow,â he continues, and your smile drops.
âBut youâve got to get more familiar with the inspiration, right? If youâre going to draw me.â
âThatâs true, baby. But I think youâre too tired.â
You smile bashfully, ignoring how your eyelids were drooping shut just a few seconds ago, âOkay, but then Iâll have more energy for tomorrow.â
âThatâs my girl,â he smiles, pulling you off him to cuddle you again. He tucks you in and kisses your head.Â
You turn to your side, taking one of the framed drawings and looking at it for a while.Â
Logan watches you looking at it, and the sparkle in your eyes never fails to make him feel all warm inside. âNow that you actually know about it, I donât have to draw you from memory anymore. I can study my muse in peace.â
âAww, Iâm your muse?â you beam.
âOf course you are, princess. Youâre the only reason Iâm drawing again.â
âI love your drawings so much.â
Logan clears his throat, and looks at you. âWell, I love you. So, I think that went into them.â
You look at him, pouting and then kissing him. âI love you too,â you say into his mouth. He grins against your lips, pulling you closer to kiss you some more. He can barely grasp that you just said that, but heâll have enough time soon to comprehend how lucky he is.Â
For now, he takes your hand, and asks, âThe question might be redundant now, but do you wanna be mine? Be my girlfriend?â
âIâm already yours.â
Logan grins, takes you in his arms, and youâre still cuddling when youâre both drifting off to a peaceful sleep.
P.S. reblog with a comment and let me know your favourite moment/what you liked to get a drawing from Logan under your door tonight and a facial <33
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exposure therapy | aemond targaryen x reader
summary: anonymous requested; you and aemond were recently married. you're afraid of him, but aemond goes to great lengths to show you he's not that scary.
warnings:Â excessive use of ellipses, #1 wife lover aemond targaryen, brief mention of childhood trauma, smut. (fingering, face riding, oral.)
a. note:link to the original request.
As Aemond's new wife, it's surprising how little time you spend together. The servants whisper about it around every corner; how you skulk through the halls hoping to avoid him, how nearly every meal you take is apart from each other.
But there's a very good reason for this, one that you've never admitted to anyone.
You are terrified of him.
Even at night, you might share the same bed, but it's big enough that you can sleep soundly without ever once touching him. Although even that was difficult at first; those first few nights you dreaded climbing into bed with him and got nearly no sleep at all.
He is so much bigger, and much stronger, than you. He really could do anything he wanted to you and you would have no chance of fighting him off.
Eventually, however, Aemond's still body beside yours throughout the night, you realized he either wouldn't, or didn't want to, touch you. And finally you were able to get some sleep.
But now, though sleep comes much more easily and your nights are no longer fraught with peril at the thought of him forcing himself upon you, it still doesn't mean you have any desire to be around him.
And you thought he felt much the same. Until tonight.
Aemond is already comfortable on the settee by the window, reading, when you retire to your shared bedchamber for the night.
Hells bent as usual on ignoring him, you busy yourself with removing your shoes in front of the wardrobe.
"Come. Sit with me."
In the quiet of the room, Aemond's sudden, uncharacteristic, voice makes you jump, going very still. His tone is soft; now that you think on it, you've heard Aemond's voice very few times, either before or after you were married.
In your mind, the few times you had heard him speak, you remember him sounding like a complete barbarian. Not this lilting, almost melodic, softness....
Straightening, you nervously smooth the skirts of your dress down over your thighs. Aemond's silhouette is stark against the candles guttering on the windowsill.
You gulp, starting to tiptoe toward him, but stopping at the opposite arm of the settee. "Do I have to?" You ask quietly, and even that takes every ounce of courage in your weary body.
This is probably as close as you've ever been to him when not in bed together at night.
"I wonât bite." Aemond's lips are quirked in a half smirk. He closes the book in his hands and sets it aside, patting the space beside him. "I assure you, I wonât hurt you. Come. Sit."
Though he had indicated the middle cushion, you sweep your skirts under you and take a seat on the one beside it, furthest from Aemond.
Normally you would have loved sitting and reading by candlelight, the cool breeze from the open windows ruffling your hair.
But now you bite your lip, heart hammering hard against your ribcage like a frightened bird.
Aemond can feel the tension radiating off of you. Your shoulders tight as a bow string, the muscles in your jaw taut, hands folded in your lap fidgeting with a loose thread on your gown.
He simple looks at you for a very long moment. Your features are delicate, almost fragile, your frame small and dainty when compared to his. To Aemond, you look very much like a porcelain doll. He has no idea how someone could be so beautiful and yet soâŚ. breakable.
You glance nervously at him, wondering what he could possibly be thinking.
"What?" You ask, though you keep your voice low, not wanting to anger him.
"You're afraid of me," Aemond states bluntly. He leans against the back of the settee, studying you with one intense purple eye. "Why?"
You laugh aloud, unable to stop yourself. Now seems as good a time as any to tell him exactly what you've been thinking since your wedding day.
"Look at you. And look at me. You could do whatever you want to me and I wouldn't be able to stop you. Not to mention...." You shrug. "The stories about you aren't kind...."
Aemond raises an eyebrow at your laughter, that same small, wry smile never leaving his lips. He can't help but wonder if you're mocking him as he leans forward, gaze still locked with yours.
"And what do the stories say about me, little wife?" His voice is low, a dangerous, frightening edge to it.
For seemingly the first time, you look your husband in the eye. One piercing violet eye stares back, the other covered by his customary eyepatch. "They say you're a fearsome warrior, one of the strongest swordsmen alive. And they say.... they say you killed that boy. Rhaenyra's son...."
Aemondâs eye narrows. There is so much uncertainty in that gaze of yours, something about your innocent face makes Aemond feel.... bad. His jaw clenches and he leans back.
"Lucerys Velaryon. Yes, I did kill him. Though I didn't mean to.... I lost control."
"You didn't?" Your eyes narrow as well, suspicious of him. "Then.... what did you mean to do?"
Your husband lets out a long sigh and crosses his arms. "I meant to scare him. I was.... angry. I wanted to teach him a lesson, to frighten and humiliate him. And I did not have such good control over Vhagar as I do now...."
At the mention of his dragon, you perk up - that's one thing you've always been curious about. The Targaryen dragons are so beautiful and powerful; you would love to ride one one day, if given the chance.
"So your dragon, she disobeyed you?"
Aemond is clearly taken aback by your interest in Vhagar. For a moment, it seemed you forgot you were supposed to be scared of him. He tries to hide the hint of surprise flickering across his face.
"Well, yes and no," Aemond says, diplomatic. "Vhagar is a very old and powerful dragon, and she is used to doing what she wants. Sometimes.... it's difficult for any Targaryen to control a dragon, even the strongest of riders."
You are positively fascinated, hearing about Vhagar, leaning in toward Aemond without realizing. "What is it like, riding her? Does it ever get cold, so high up?"
Aemond can smell your perfume as you lean toward him, a mix of jasmine and honey, faint yet sweet. He clears his throat.
"Riding Vhagar is like nothing else," he tells you. "And yes, it does get cold at times, but the feeling of the wind in your hair and the power of the dragon beneath you is.... indescribable."
"Do you think she'd let me ride her?" At this point, you're nearly nose to nose with Aemond, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Or do they only let Targaryens?"
Aemond freezes, gaze still locked with yours, your heads so close together that he can feel your breath ghost across his lips. He is surprised by your question and even more surprised by how badly he wants to fulfill the request.
"They only let Targaryens ride them, yes," he says, voice sounding much huskier than he intends. "But.... I'm sure Vhagar wouldn't mind letting someone else ride her.... if I were to accompany them."
"Would you?" You reach out, hand finding his thigh and giving a thankful squeeze. Realizing what you've done, how close you've become to him, you quickly snatch that hand back as though Aemond is on fire. "I'm so sorry...."
Aemondâs eye widens; for a heartbeat, your touch sent a shock through his entire body.
"It's alright." His voice is rough. âDonât apologize....â He catches your wrist gently, before you can pull your hand away completely. "It was.... nice."
You tense, wrist caught in his strong embrace. "What are you doing?"
For a long moment, Aemond doesn't respond, simply staring at your slender wrist in his hand. Your skin is so smooth, so soft. He can feel your pulse beating against his palm, fast and fluttering like the wings of a small bird.
"Doing?" He finally asks, looking up at you with a sly smile. "Just.... holding your hand, thatâs all."
"Holding my.... oh." All things considered, Aemond is handsome, you suppose. With his long silver hair, that chiseled jaw, the little moue of his lips. "You.... you really aren't all that scary, are you?"
Chuckling softly, Aemond's fingers gently stroke the skin of your wrist. Your words, spoken almost as a question, take him by surprise.
"I'm not trying to scare you," he says, his voice low and slightly amused. "And I donât want to be scary, to you. Can I be honest with you, little wife?"
You nod, letting him continue to stroke that sensitive bit of skin around your wrist. He is very gentle, which has taken you by surprise.
"The truth is," he mutters, "I don't like it when you're scared of me. I don't like the way you look at me, as if you think I'm going to pounce on you and tear you apart at any moment. That's not what I want."
Slowly, still wary of him, you curl your fingers around his thumb and Aemond's breath hitches. Your hand is small compared to his; Aemond's fingers look massive beside yours.
"Everyone else seems so frightened of you. I thought.... I should be as well. I didn't know, that you hadn't meant to kill that boy. Have you told anyone else that?"
âNo,â he says after a moment. âNo one else knows. I haven't told anyone.â
He pauses, looking down at your hand in his. His other hand comes to trap your fingers inside of his palms, his thumbs tracing back and forth over your skin. âYouâre the first I've shared this with.â
"You should tell others, that way no one will be scared of you."
Aemond lets out a soft chuckle, his gaze still fixed on your fingers intertwined with his own.
âI quite like others being afraid of me,â he admits. The smile on his face fades, just a bit, in the flickering candlelight. âBut not you.â
"Not me?" You query, a sweet blush rising high on your cheeks. "Why not me?"
Aemondâs eye is drawn to that color blooming across your cheeks, the innocent flush sending a strange feeling coursing through him. He continues to stroke your wrist in a gentle, almost reverent, way.
"A wife should not be afraid of her husband," he says finally, his voice soft. "She should be worshipped by him....â
Slowly, so as not to startle you, he brings your wrist to his lips and places a gentle kiss there.
You lick your lips, nervous as all seven hells with the way things are going. Not only are you still afraid of Aemond - though growing less so by the moment - you have also never been close like this with anyone else before.
"And why.... why is it so important for other people to be afraid of you?"
Aemondâs lips linger over your skin, the faintest ghost of a smile there. He can feel the way your hand trembles slightly in his, the nervous flutter of your pulse against his fingertips. But he also notices how you donât draw back, how you sit still and allow him to hold you.
âIt's.... payback, almost,â he confesses. âFor the torment I suffered as a child. It is better to be feared than loved - no one will ever again treat me the way they did when I was young.â
You are not aware of any torment in Aemond's childhood, though that isn't saying much. Of course the Targaryens keep much of what goes on between them a secret. Even now that you're married, you're hardly privy to all - or even most - of their secrets.
"Is that.... how this happened?" Shaking ever so slightly, you raise a hand to Aemond's face, fingers stroking the strap of his eyepatch.
As your slender fingers brushed against the edge of it, Aemond tenses, every muscle in his body going taut. No one has ever touched him there before, and it's an unfamiliar intimacy.
He closes his eye for a moment, trying to control his reaction, before speaking. âYes,â he says, his voice thick with emotions he finds difficult to name. âThat's how this happened.â
You feel for Aemond; having to grow up that way must have been torture.
Pulling your hand gently from his grasp, you bring both up to hook beneath the rough leather strap. "May I?"
His breathing hitches as your hands tug gently at the straps of his eyepatch. He knows your touch is innocent.... but no one has ever dared to remove it for him before. He nods once, his voice low.
âYou may.â
With fierce concentration and a desire not to ruin his perfect hair, you slide the eyepatch up and off, gasping at the gorgeous sapphire glimmering where his eye should be.
"Gods, it's beautiful, Aemond." Letting the patch rest in your lap, you run your fingers lightly over the scar tissue below Aemond's eye. "Who did this to you?"
Aemond's breath hitches again, rougher this time, as he feels the tips of your slender fingers graze the scarred tissue around his eye, the touch stirring something deep within him. The feeling of your touch against the sensitive skin there is almost overwhelming.
He swallows hard, that old pain and anger bubbling up inside of him.
"My.... nephew," he finally says, his voice surprisingly even. "Lucerys Velaryon."
You inhale sharply; all you can think of is that if Aemond had really meant to kill the boy, he would have been well within his right to, after having been mutilated like this.
Grabbing for his hands, you hurry to say something. "Aemond, I-"
But your husband cuts you off. "There is one other reason it's important for others to be afraid of me."
"A-And what is that?" You ask, holding his hands close to your bosom.
"So that I can protect my wife, and my family." That sapphire is positively glowing in the light of the flickering candles. "The more afraid people are of me, the less likely they are to try and harm me, or you, or our family.... once we make one...."
His declaration takes all the air from your lungs, and you find it hard to breathe. "If I had known all of this, I.... I would never have been so frightened of you. I'm sorry, Aemond."
You cast around desperately for something else to say, some other way to apologize.
"Do not apologize."
His voice is gentle, yet firm. Your hands are still holding his against your breast, and he can feel the warmth of your skin even through the layers of your gown, the rapid beat of your heart.
"You didn't know, it is not your fault for being afraid," he soothes you. "But.... now that you know.... may I ask you something else?"
You nod, eager now to answer Aemond's questions and to ask more of your own - you want to learn so much more about him.
Aemond's fingers tighten around yours, the feel of your soft skin against his own sending a strange heat through his veins. He draws you in a little closer, his face now so close to yours that he can feel the warmth of your breath, that same scent of sweet honey and jasmine in your hair.
"You.... have not shied away from my scar, or my missing eye," he says, his voice a low whisper. "You have touched them, caressed them even.... why?"
Why...? You find it odd he even has to ask.
"Because I think they make you beautiful. Is that wrong?"
Your thumbs find his wrists now, pressing in against his pulse points, which are fluttering erratically.
Aemond's breath catches in his throat, the feeling of your dainty thumbs resting against his wrists, feeling the rapid beating of his pulse, setting his skin on fire. Your words, declaring him beautiful, ring in his ears, stirring something deep within his chest.
"Be-Beautiful?" He repeats, his voice a terrible croak. No one.... no one has ever called him beautiful. The word sounds strange in his ears, as if they're not meant for someone like him.
You nod, and after only a momentary hesitation, you bring one hand up again to his scar. This time, brushing the side closest to his hairline, a few strands of long silver hair getting in the way.
"Beautiful, Aemond. You're beautiful. I mean.... I did always think that. Just.... was too afraid of you to tell you. Do you forgive me?"
Aemond's breath hitches once more as your fingers stroke his hair, your soft touch sending a shiver down his spine. No one, no one, has ever touched his scar with such tenderness, such care.
"I.... I forgive you," he whispers, voice raw. "And for what it's worth.... I'm sorry, that I.... that I made you afraid of me. I never wanted that, I swear."
"I know. It wasn't even your fault, really." You roll your eyes, relaxing against the back of the settee. "I was just.... assuming that what everyone else said was true. Which is a terrible thing, really. My parents raised me much better than that."
A particularly chilly gust of wind blows in through the window and you wrap your arms around yourself. "I have to admit, I thought if my shenanigans went on much longer, you'd be forced to.... well, force yourself on me...."
Aemond is silent, as if that thought, the notion of forcing himself on you, is something he refuses to even consider. He turns to look at you, the pale glow of his sapphire eye giving him an otherworldly appearance.
"I.... I would never force you to do anything, little wife, not ever," he says, his voice low and serious. "I believe the first time a man and wife.... are together.... it should be.... enjoyable.... for both of them."
Suddenly, all words are caught in your throat. The thought of your first time with Aemond still makes you nervous, even knowing that he would never want to do anything against your will.
"I thought.... a woman's first time was always painful?" That's what you've always been told. You have never done anything of the sort, but perhaps Aemond knows better.
At your words, Aemond's jaw tightens. His fingers clench into a fist, the thought of you in pain during your first time together sending a wave of anger through him.
"No. No, never. It shouldn't be painful, not unless you don't want it, too," he says, his voice low and urgent. "Your first time should be.... enjoyable. Pleasant. I would never take you simply for my own pleasure. I would make sure you...." he falters.
Flinching slightly away from him at the sight of his hand in a fist, you gasp softly. Have you said something wrong?
Still, you dare to ask, "You would make sure I what?"
In the candlelight, Aemond's eye flashes dangerously and that sapphire blazes.
He takes a very deep breath, forcing himself to relax, to open his hand again. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, "I.... I don't like the idea of hurting you, it.... makes me angry."
He looks down at you again.
"I would make sure that you.... felt pleasure as well. It wouldn't be about me. It's about both of us."
If you had known how protective Aemond was of you, you would have asked him about these things sooner. He is, after all, the only person you can think to ask. If you can't discuss bedroom matters with your husband, who can you discuss them with?
"How does it feel?" You ask him softly, scooting closer to him on the settee. "When you have sex, how does it feel?"
Aemond is taken somewhat off guard by the sudden question, his cheeks going pink at your unexpected candor, but he doesn't back down. He doesn't want to shy away from your questions, not when you're so close to him, peering at him through those wide, innocent eyes.
He takes another deep breath, shifting on the settee so he can face you fully.
"it.... it feels.... good," he begins, his voice a low rumble. "It feels.... full. Warm. Tight. But.... good. More than good, especially when you do it with someone you care about. It feels safe, like nothing can hurt you ever again."
The look on Aemond's face as he speaks is one you've never seen before - something vulnerable and almost childlike staring back at you. You wonder how you could ever have been afraid of him.
"And you? Who was your first time with?"
As your question hangs in the air between the two of you, Aemond goes stock-still. No one has ever asked him that before.
He hesitates for a moment, peering warily at you. "Why.... why do you want to know?" He asks finally, voice cautious.
Now you know you've definitely said something wrong. "I was just curious," you hurry to tell him. "It's wrong of me to pry, I'm sorry...."
Aemond sighs softly, shaking his head. "No, no, don't apologize," he says, his voice a light simper now. He reaches out, taking your hand gently in his.
"It's okay, I just.... wasn't expecting you to ask that." He pauses, and you can see a flicker of something run across his face. "You.... you really want to know?"
"I do," you admit bashfully. "If you feel comfortable telling me?"
Aemond's hand grips yours a little tighter, your words sending a strange, tight feeling through hm. He hasn't thought about that night in a long time, and the memory is still painful enough to make him wince.
"All right," he says, letting out a slow breath. "I.... I'll tell you. Just.... just don't.... don't judge me, all right?"
"I won't judge," you assure him with a shake of your head.
Aemond looks down at your intertwined hands, his fingers tracing a light pattern against your palm. He closes his eye, gathering his thoughts, before lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a barely-there kiss to your knuckles.
"My.... my first time," he begins, and his voice is rough, "was with a whore, in a pleasure house, at the behest of my brother who frequented - and still frequents - them much more than I did."
"I don't think that's anything to be ashamed of," you admit, mulling the idea over. "Most men visit those types of places at some point in their lives.... don't they?"
Aemond pauses for a moment, his eye locking with yours. He looks almost surprised by your response, as if he hadn't thought you would be so blasĂŠ about the situation.
"Yes...." he says slowly, "they do. But.... it's not.... it's not the sort of thing a wife would expect to hear, about their husband's past exploits."
You chew your lip thoughtfully, running your fingers around and through the spaces between Aemond's. "I don't mind, as long as...."
You hesitate, wondering if you really want to say this now or leave it for another night. "What I mean to say, Aemond, is that.... now that we understand each other better.... perhaps you can show me what it's like? Sex? And, if you do, I expect there to be no more pleasure houses in your future, is that clear?"
Aemond's gaze darkens as your words register, his heart stuttering in his chest. His fingers twitch against yours, breath catching in his throat.
"You.... you want me to show you...?" He repeats weakly, his eye wide and disbelieving.
You close your fingers tightly around Aemond's now, leaning in toward your husband. "Mm. But as I said, you must promise - no more pleasure houses. After all, you did say you want to worship me, did you not?"
Aemond's head swims with your words, his heart hammering in his chest so hard it's difficult to catch his breath. The way you're looking at him, the sweetness in your voice, the scent of honey and jasmine in your hair.... all of it is almost too much to bear.
He swallows hard, and nods. "No more pleasure houses. I promise," he whispers, his voice hoarse and rough.
His oath sets you at ease, but there's one more thing you must tell him.
"I must admit, Aemond, I'm still scared...."
He looks about to interrupt, but you cut him off. "Oh, not of you. I'm.... terrified of the pain. I've never done well with pain, and I'm so scared it's going to hurt like hell."
Aemond's heart twists at the worry and fear in your voice, his fingers tightening over yours. He hates the thought of you being scared, hates his own inability to take that fear away from you.
"Why do you still think it's going to be painful?" He asks quietly.
Instead of making you feel trapped, his fingers around yours make you feel safe. Aemond is lethal; you can see it in his face, in the hard line of his body. But he wants to use all of that to protect you....
Though what could he possibly do to prevent his own body from hurting you, even though he might not mean to?
"That's all I've ever been told." You gulp. "A woman's first time is always painful. And.... There's always blood."
Aemond's jaw clenches in anger. He doesn't know who planted these false, hurtful notions in your head, but he wants to tear them limb from limb.
He reaches out to you, tilting your head gently up to meet his gaze. "No. No, no, no," he says, his voice low and intense. "It's not supposed to be painful, especially the first time. You've just.... you've been told wrong."
He pauses. "Sometimes there is blood, I won't lie to you about that. But there are ways to minimize the chance of that."
Aemond's fingers start to skirt back and forth under your chin. "How .... How can we stop there being so much blood? I want you to show me."
Heart now beating much faster, Aemond's stomach twists with a mixture of desire and trepidation. He swallows, hard, his eye dark and heavy-lidded as he gazes down at you.
He runs his fingers through your hair, the soft feel of it against his skin maddening. "I can show you," he murmurs, "but.... you have to trust me."
"Of course. I do now." You turn your face toward his hand, palm skimming your cheek as he touches your hair. "I know you'll take care of me."
He takes another deep breath to steady himself, his hand coming to rest against the side of your face, thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "Good," he whispers, "because I will, always. But there's something.... something I need to know first."
You shiver, Aemond's fingers reverent along your cheek and jaw. "What is it?"
Fingers now trailing down your neck, he pauses, hand coming to rest on your collarbone, your pulse beating fast and hard against his palm.
Aemond leans in close, his voice a rumble in your ear. "You.... you have never even been touched, have you?"
You are very aware of how hard your heart is beating, thumping underneath his fingers. "I haven't.... is that bad?"
Aemond breathes heavily, pulling back to look at you.
"No," he says emphatically, "it's not bad. It's.... it's just...." He trails off for a moment, struggling to find the words. "I need to know.... if you're still.... if you're still intact."
The question makes you blush furiously, looking down at your laps, side by side, so you don't have to look Aemond in the eye. "I.... yes.... isn't that where the blood comes from?"
You don't know much, but you do know that.
He places two fingers gently under your chin, coaxing you to look up at him again.
"Yes," he says, "that's where the blood comes from. But it can break in other ways. For instance, from fingers or.... other objects." His fingers trace along your cheek, obviously trying to soothe your growing discomfort at this conversation.
"But it.... it doesn't have to," he adds after a moment.
You chuckle, reluctantly meeting Aemond's gaze. "Can we try?"
He takes a moment to steady himself, his hand now trailing back down your neck, slowly caressing. "Are you sure? Absolutely sure?"
You nod fervently, gripping onto his wrist. "Positively. Now that I understand you better, I can think of no one else I'd like to teach me such things...."
He leans in, lips brushing your ear again, breath hot against your skin. "Then I will," he murmurs, his voice an uneven, ragged whisper, "I will show you. And I will take my time."
Long have you waited for someone to come along and share this experience with you. When you were initially betrothed to Aemond, you thought all hope was lost - he was so frightening and the thought of sharing a bed with him sent a shiver of panic through you.
But now.... Women have desires just as much as men do, surely... At least you know you do. And Aemond is offering to take care of them for you....
You steady yourself with a hand on Aemond's chest, nails digging into the soft cotton of his tunic. "Please.... I want it."
Aemond's stomach clenches, your soft, pleading voice sending a bolt of white hot desire through him.
"Patience," he murmurs, his sizeable palm laid against the back of your hand on his chest, "I'll take care of you, I promise. I just need you to relax for me, all right?"
"Mm, I'll try...." With another nod, you take a deep breath, shuddering at the feeling of Aemond's big hand covering yours entirely. "Maybe a drink would serve to relax me better...?"
This gives Aemond pause, and he pulls back slightly, his eye raking over your face, taking in the soft blush on your cheeks, the way your lips are parted as you catch your breath.
He gives a single, slow nod. "Yes," he admits, "I think a drink might help."
Without another word, he moves to a small table on the other side of the room, pouring you each a generous glass of sweet wine.
As he does so, you finger the pendant at your throat, a gift from your late mother. The way Aemond looks at you; any woman would be lucky to have a husband who looks at her that way. Like you're precious, like he would do anything to protect you.
Once offered your glass, you take it and swallow a large mouthful, hoping to get drunk as quickly as possible, to make this whole ordeal more bearable.
Aemond watches you closely, a small frown tugging at the corners of his mouth as he sees you gulp the wine so quickly. He knows you're trying to get drunk, trying to use the alcohol as a crutch to make this easier.
"There's no need to rush," he says quietly, taking a seat beside you again, his knee bumping yours. He lifts his own glass to his lips, taking a slow, measured drink.
Swallowing another substantial mouthful of wine, you furtively watch the way Aemond's lips purse around the rim of his glass.
You smooth the skirts of your dress down, taking a deep breath. "I just want to be as relaxed as possible for you, Aemond."
He continues to watch you, that striking violet eye taking in every tiny detail - the way your fingers grasp the fabric of your dress, the soft movement of your body underneath the silk.
He takes a deep breath, his eye watching you as he drains the last of the wine from the glass. "I know," he murmurs, his voice a husky rumble, "but there's no need to get completely drunk, my love."
"It can't hurt." You upend the first glass of wine, draining the last dregs, and hold your glass out toward him. "Another?"
Apparently highly amused, Aemond raises a brow, but refuses to pour you another.
"I think that's quite enough. There's no need to be quite so drunk tonight, I promise."
You pout, setting your glass aside, but starting to feel a pleasant warmth wash over you from the first glass all the same.
"How do we start?" You question, leaning in close to him. Aemond smells of chamomile and sweat and.... maybe just a hint of blood? It's the best thing you've ever smelled.
Aemond reaches for you suddenly, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you gently onto his lap so you can straddle him.
The next breath he takes rattles through him as you settle on top of him, his hands gripping your waist, heart beating fast. "We.... we start here," he whispers, his voice a rough murmur.
"Goodness," you breathe, hands curling over his shoulders to steady yourself. "And.... what do we do here?"
You're trying your best to be brave, and the wine is making it easier, but there is still that niggling worry at the back of your mind, chanting blood blood blood.
Aemond feels that slight tremble in your hands as you grab his shoulders, the way you hesitate and swallow nervously as you ask your question. He can practically hear your thoughts racing, paying attention to the fear and trepidation in your words.
He leans in close, hands slipping from your waist to bracket your ribs, pulling you flush against him, your body cradled easily in his lap. "We start like this," he murmurs, his fingers gently tilting your chin up to look at him. "Just like this."
Slowly, fingers gentle but firm on your chin, he's bringing you in for a kiss.
The sound that leaves your mouth at the first dry press of your lips together is embarrassing. You curse. "I'm sorry." You bite your lip hard, searching Aemond's one violet eye for forgiveness. "Can we try again?"
Aemond chuckles good-naturedly, hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs tracing slow, gentle patterns over your cheeks.
"You have nothing to apologize for," he whispers, leaning ever closer to you, his breath hot against your lips. "We can try as many times as you like, darling."
With a hand again around his wrist to steady yourself, you don't have far to go, what with Aemond's face so close to yours. You press your lips to his - soft yet firm. Your other hand slides up the outside of his thigh as you open your mouth under his, grateful for his willingness to teach you.
You hear Aemond's breath hitch again as he feels your hand moving up his leg, the touch of your slim, soft fingers against his body sending a shiver down his spine. He groans as you open your mouth, his tongue immediately seeking yours, tangling, tasting, claiming.
He grips your hair in one hand, angling your head back so he can deepen the kiss, his other hand back to gripping your hip, pulling you tighter against him.
You do the same, hands migrating down, loving the feeling of Aemond's slim, strong muscle under your fingers. As you kiss, you surreptitiously move the thin cloth of Aemond's tunic aside so you can touch him skin to skin over his sharp hipbones.
This earns you a keen inhale from your husband, who jerks away from you.
"I'm sorry," you breathe. "Is this okay?"
His mouth has opened in a gasp against yours, eyes squeezing shut.
When they open again, he merely looks at you, taking in the soft, pink flush of your cheeks, the way your pupils are thoroughly dilated, your chest heaving. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "Yes," he says ruggedly, his voice a scratchy gasp, "I'm sorry, it is. It's okay."
A flood of warmth washes over you, and you grin. You don't know why, but you want to kiss his neck.
Fingers digging hard into his hip, you lean in, nosing his long hair out of the way as your lips meet his neck, sucking and biting. Aemond tastes clean and faintly of rose water.
Aemond's head tips back immediately, giving your lips and teeth free reign over his neck, his skin breaking out in gooseflesh at the unfamiliar sensation. A soft, low moan escapes him as your mouth traces a path along the sensitive skin of his neck.
His body arches against yours. "My love," he gasps, his voice a ragged, breathless plea, "this is maddening."
"Need you to teach me," is your reply, pushing harder against him. "Don't go mad just yet."
He runs his hands down your sides, skimming over the soft, silky material of your dress, his body reacting powerfully to your closeness. "Gods, woman," he gasps, thumbs playing idly along the edge of your ribs, "are you sure you haven't done this before?"
You rest your cheek on Aemond's shoulder, nose brushing along the chiseled line of his jaw. "Positive," you sigh, arms now slung around him. "But I like the way you touch me. It's making me feel all hot and wet.... down there."
At this declaration, Aemond makes a noise you've never heard anyone make before. He nuzzles against your collarbone, pressing slow, hot kisses along the line of your chest just visible over the collar of your dress.
His mouth is starting to curve into a wicked smile. "Do you want me to touch you there, too?"
With a nod, you begin to pull the folds of your dress up over your thighs. "Please. The feeling down there, it's.... very insistent." And Aemond's fingers look perfectly long and warm and rough with calluses.
Aemond swallows hard as he watches the fabric of your dress retreat up over your thighs, the soft, bare skin of your legs suddenly exposed to him. His gaze rakes over you, taking in every detail - the soft, pale flesh, the way the candlelight casts shadows over the curves of your body.
As though trying not to startle you, Aemond runs his knuckles painstakingly slowly up the inside of your thigh. "When we were first betrothed, I knew I had gotten lucky."
That drunken haze still hovering around you, you let your legs slip further apart around him. "Lucky? How so?"
His hand moves further up, touch feather-light against her skin. "Lucky," he murmurs, "because I knew I'd be marrying the most beautiful woman in all Seven Kingdoms."
He lets his hand move higher still, fingers stopping just before they reach the edge of your smallclothes. He pauses, looking intently at you, the question plain on his face.
"I never knew you thought I was beautiful...." You lean more against him, feeling impossibly safe and comfortable in his embrace. "Please. You can."
Hips canting forward, you try to push his hand in toward you.
"The most beautiful," he replies. He can feel your hips moving subtly against his, feel his own desire rising with every move you make.
Those long fingers hook into the edge of your smallclothes, running the backs of his knuckles along the sensitive bit of skin he finds there.
Your eyes flutter shut, the feeling of his gentle fingers finally scooping up under your dress making your stomach flip nervously. "Please." The word is uttered against Aemond's chin, where you've pressed your lips as you wait to feel his hand where you need it most.
As slowly as he an manage, he insinuates those fingers fully inside your smallclothes. He can feel the heat of your skin, the way you squirm in his lap as he moves closer to his destination, his own body reacting strongly to the anticipation.
He leans in, mouth finding yours in a heated, hungry kiss, his fingers finally, finally touching that wet, sensitive flesh between your thighs.
A sharp inhale accompanies the meeting of Aemond's hand to your sex. Everything down there feels so wet already, you suppose you should be embarrassed, but the wine is making it hard to feel so, which you're grateful for.
"Aemond...." Seeking his lips for another kiss, you mutter, "please don't stop."
One long finger sinks into your wet, hot flesh, his entire body shivering at the feeling of you beneath his hands. He lets out a ragged gasp as you kiss him, mouth moving fervently against yours, tongue delving into your mouth, tangling with yours.
With a low, gruff noise, he starts to move his finger inside of you, slow, gentle circles that make your muscles tighten and twitch against his hand. "I won't," he murmurs against your lips, his eyes squeezed shut, "I promise, I won't."
Aemond's finger has slid easily into you, all the way down to the knuckle. "Is it -?" You gasp, glancing down, tugging your skirts out of the way to see better. "It's inside? I thought it would be much more painful...."
You know it might not be the same with his manhood, which is surely a fair bit bigger than one of his fingers, but you're glad things have gone smoothly so far all the same.
Aemond's other hand presses itself solidly against that little bundle of nerves, the one you're familiar with, the one that makes you see stars, and you bite his lower lip a little too hard in response.
"Shit, sorry."
Aemond lets out a low chuckle at your reaction, his lips curving into a smile against your mouth. "No need to apologize, sweet girl," he mutters. "There's a possibility it might hurt more than this when we go further, but I promise I'll be gentle."
He moves his finger in and out of you slowly, his other hand still pressing against you, the pad of his thumb circling that swollen bud, his touch gentle but firm. "How does this feel?"
A pang of fear shoots through you at his declaration that you will likely be in pain later on, but it's soothed by the way Aemond's fingers are gently coaxing themselves inside of you and over your clit.
"It feels perfect, Aemond. I never even knew it could feel this good." Not even when you'd touched yourself in bed at night.
Aemond's eye darkens as he hears your words, the sound of your voice, gutted and breathless, making his stomach clench. "This is just the beginning, sweet girl. There's so much more I can show you."
He slips another finger into you, feeling your body tighten and go taut around him, his own body still reacting powerfully to the sight and feel of you. He leans in to kiss you again, his mouth hungrily claiming yours.
With another finger inside, you start to squirm in his lap, and your hand slips, colliding with something hard inside of Aemond's trousers.
"Aemond," you gasp, "it.... it's hard."
Aemond lets out a strangled noise as your hand brushes against him, his body shuddering, his eye squeezing shut. "Ah, shit, sweetheart," he gasps, his breath ragged, "Don't do that."
He looks at you, his breath coming in quick, rough pants, his eye darkened to a deep, intense violet. "I'm going to be patient with you."
He says this like he's trying to convince himself of it.
"I'm sorry," you gasp again, hands flying to your mouth. "I didn't mean to touch it...."
Gaze flickering to the windows, to the Targaryen flags flying from every turret, you stifle a smile. "But maybe.... maybe you don't have to be so patient...."
Aemond growls at your words, fingers slowing their ministrations over you. "How impatient would you have me be?"
You reach down to take his free hand - the one currently touching your clit in nice, soft circles - in yours, lacing your fingers as you lean into him. "Still gentle, just.... Maybe lead me? Show me how things like this should be done."
Aemond can practically feel his self-restraint slipping at your words, the feeling of your small, soft hand in his making his head spin. He takes a deep breath, trying desperately to maintain control, to keep up the facade of gentility.
He grips your chin with his free hand, lifting your face to meet his eye, his voice low and rough. "Are you sure you're ready for that?" He asks, the question almost pained.
"I am. I'm sure." You wrap your shoulders around him, burying your face against his neck. "Take me to bed and show me, please."
Aemond swallows hard, the feeling of your breath against him sending a shudder through him. Lifting you easily in his arms, he stands silently from the settee.
The loss of Aemond's fingers from inside of you makes you whine, clinging to his broad shoulders as he makes his way to the bed.
He lays you gently down, crawling over you, hand once again trailing up the soft expanse of your thigh.
"Aemond...."
A sweet noise rumbles through him as he positions himself on top of you, body pressing you down against the covers, hips slotting between your legs. His gaze as he looks down on you is fiery, eye raking over your body, hands gripping and kneading the supple flesh of your thighs.
"You drive me mad, do you know that?" He murmurs. He leans down to kiss your neck, his mouth hot and insistent against your skin.
With Aemond on top of you, you reach around to tug the back of his tunic up, skimming your fingers along the warm skin of his lower back.
"Why did you never.... tell me before?" You mutter quietly, nibbling at Aemond's earlobe.
Aemond allows himself a deep moan as you touch him, your fingers roaming over his skin, your mouth on his ear. He rolls his hips against you, the aching hardness of his body weighing you down.
"Gods, I don't know," he gasps, his hands roaming over the soft curves of your body. "Maybe I could tell you were afraid of me. Maybe I was a fool."
"I suppose we both were fools." You curl your tongue around Aemond's ear, teasing.
His hardness is pressing insistently against you through your clothes. Aemond leans his forehead to yours. "I'm going to take your dress off now. Is that alright?"
You've never been naked in front of anyone before, but Aemond is making you feel so safe that you nod hurriedly, sitting up. "Yes, please."
Aemond's eye darkens at your nod, his hands immediately going to the laces of your dress, working them loose until the fabric falls away from your body. He lets his gaze roam over your exposed skin, his fingers tracing the soft planes of your body, reverent and gentle.
"Seven Hells," he mutters, his voice a ragged whisper, "I've never seen anything so perfect."
The wine allows you to feel comfortable enough to stretch out over top of your discarded dress, staring up at him over the swell of your breasts. "Don't you want to touch your perfect wife, Aemond?"
"Of course I do," he mutters. He moves aside only slightly, letting his fingers scrape over one of your hardened nipples. "I want to touch every part of you."
You arch into his touch, his fingertips hard and callused against your sensitive nipple. "Aemond.... Would I be a complete whore if I asked for your fingers back inside of me?"
"No," he mutters easily, a hand running its way down your body, the other holding himself above you. "No, you wouldn't. But I want you to ask for it, my love. I want you to tell me exactly what you want."
Your breathing quickening, the air in the room thick and heavy, you spread your legs around him, unabashed. "i want you to touch me. To touch my stomach, my hips and thighs .... my cunt. Please."
Aemond makes a ragged noise at your request, his body shuddering as you open yourself to him. He trails his hand lower, his fingers grazing over your stomach, trailing over your hips and thighs, before coming to rest between your legs.
He lets that hand rest on your for a moment, feeling your wetness, his violet eye dark and full of lust. "Is this what you wanted, darling?"
"Yes," comes your voice, wrecked, entire body feeling overheated and overwhelmed already. "Gods, Aemond, I.... I'm sorry I didn't ask for this earlier."
You run your hands up Aemond's toned arms, tugging on the short sleeves of his tunic. "M-May I take this off?"
Feeling you tug at his tunic, Aemond nods, loving that ragged and pleading tone in your voice. He can feel the heat radiating off your body, can see the raw, pleading look in your eyes, and he's never been more turned on in his life.
By way of a real answer, he reaches down and hooks his fingers under the hem of his shirt to rip it off over his head. He shakes his hair out majestically, making you giggle.
But after that giggle.... You can do nothing but lay beneath him and stare. His body is perfect, abs cut into his skin above the smooth, narrow line of his hips.
"Goodness ...." You whisper, fingertips prodding at his hardened stomach. "You're.... actually perfect."
"Perfect, really?" He replies, clearly perplexed. "I'd say I'm looking at perfection right now."
You whimper, Aemond's moist lips once more at your neck, his body pressed to yours. "How do you.... get your body to look that way? Maybe you can teach me that too, as well as how to ride a dragon."
Aemond laughs softly, his teeth scraping against you as he kisses down your neck. "It's actually quite simple," he murmurs, his hands roaming over your body, arms caging you in against the bed. "Just a lot of sword practice and fighting."
He pauses, his lips trailing teasingly over the line of your jaw. "I'm going to teach you to ride more than just a dragon, my love."
"I could sword fight." Your voice doesn't sound like it ever has before. "Easy. Train me."
You gasp at his words, nails now digging into his back. "And what else are you going to teach me to ride, husband?"
Aemond lets out a low chuckle at your response, his muscles coiling where your nails dig into his skin. He rolls his hips against you and makes you gasp.
"I can teach you how to ride me," he mutters, his voice a rough, ragged whisper. "Or maybe you'd like a ride on my face."
Your eyes go wide, and you press him away by the shoulder just so you can look him in the eye. "I.... I'm allowed to do that?"
You've never heard of this - using your mouth? Why have you never thought of it before?
"Of course you are," he murmurs, looking bemusedly down on you. "And I would be more than happy to let you."
His hot breath whispers over your skin as he leans to speak into your ear. "You've never heard of it before, have you?"
"I haven't." You tilt your head, fingers tender along Aemond's jaw. "How should I.... How do I do it?"
Aemond's eye closes at the feeling of your fingers, tender on his jaw, your touch ever gentle and caressing. He makes a very small noise and shudders over top of you. "It's easy, darling."
"I just lean back here...." With one swift movement, Aemond rolls and settles himself against the pillows. "You come up here...."
Gentle but insistent hands guide you, pulling you all the way up. "And swing a leg over me."
Still helped along by his strong hands, you throw one knee on the opposite side of Aemond's head, bracketing his ears with your thighs. "Like.... this?"
This position makes you feel as nervous as you have all night, even with the aid of the wine - Aemond can see all of you. Truly all of you, and you can't quite meet his eye because of it.
Aemond's hands tighten on your thighs, his breathing growing ragged. He can sense your nervousness, the way your muscles are tensing up, the way you're avoiding his eye.
He rubs his hands soothingly across your thighs, trying to relax you. "That's it, darling." His voice is soft, comforting. "You look gorgeous."
You bite your lip, carding one hand through Aemond's alluring silver hair. The other you place over his good eye, the hint of a smile on your face as you mutter, "Don't look...."
Aemond smirks, and yanks you suddenly, roughly forward by the backs of your thighs, so that your womanhood is directly above his smirking lips. "As you wish."
He places a single, open-mouthed kiss to your clit and the suction, the wetness, of it all is enough to make you squeal.
There's one poignant moment where Aemond's intensely hot, wet mouth rests over your womanhood. Then, with a jagged moan, he begins to lave over you, lips, tongue, and teeth working in tandem.
His callused palms cradle the backs of your thighs, keeping you in place as his tongue works you over. And when that same tongue points itself deep inside of your core, you can no longer keep your hand over his eye, lest you want to smash your husband's head painfully into the sheets.
Instead, that hand flies to the headboard, holding on for dear life. "Gods, Aemond! I.... I've never felt anything like this, what.... what in the seven hells...."
Aemond redoubles his grip on your thighs, keeping you in place as he works you with his tongue, his mouth and teeth and lips bringing you to new heights of pleasure. He moans roughly, and the sound reverberates through you, making your mouth fall open.
"Just... relax, my love," he mutters against your folds, "I did say I would worship you, did I not?"
You nod, still petting a hand gently through Aemond's hair, coiling your fingers around the strands, feeling how soft it is. Your eyes, however, are trained on the gilded ceiling when you answer.
"Y-You did, but.... this.... I didn't even know this was a thing people did. Is this.... common?"
"No, sweet one," he mutters, his voice thick with desire and - somewhere - a hint of disdain, "it isn't common. Most men see their wives as something to be claimed, conquered. And I...."
"You see them as something to be worshipped," you answer, remembering his words from earlier.
Aemond lets out a low chuckle against you as you knot your fingers in his hair, his tongue continuing to lathe across you. He lifts his head for a moment, his lips and chin glistening, a smirk on his face. "Look at me."
You do, and are rewarded with his fingers climbing the insides of your thighs, splaying themselves over you. "You are the most exquisite creature I've ever laid eyes on."
The sight of his face, so slick with you, his eye dark, his sapphire glinting, his fingers roaming over your thighs, it all makes you shiver, your breathing coming in short, ragged gasps.
"And you," he continues, voice muffled against your folds, "you taste divine."
And without another word, he dives back in, his tongue delving into you once more, his hands gripping your thighs, bringing you lower, closer to him.
All of this - Aemond telling you how beautiful you are, his talented mouth on you, the haze of the wine moving through you - has you tumbling toward the edge quicker than you've ever done so by yourself.
"Aemond.... close!" You give a hard tug to Aemond's hair, warning him.
He closes his eyes as he focuses on nothing more than bringing you further to the edge, the heat of your body and the taste of you driving him wild, pushing him to give you more, more, more.
"Just.... let go," he mutters against you. "I want you to let go for me, my sweet."
You're trembling now, hips riding down against his face of their own accord. "Oh, gods...." You've never done this in front of anyone before. What will Aemond think of the way you climax? Will it be embarrassing? "Aemond...."
There's no longer any time to think it over, though, as one last swipe of his tongue sends you spiraling with a loud cry.
Aemond's heart is pounding hard, watching you cum, his eye wide and alight with desire as he watches your body shudder and shake above him, your cry of pleasure filling the room and, undoubtedly, the hallways around it.
He helps you ride out the wave of pleasure, his tongue slowly bringing you back down, peppering your thighs and hip bones with hot, open-mouthed kisses.
Your eyes fluttering, your chest heaving, Aemond coaxes you through your first climax with him and then maneuvers you down to lay beside him. You feel so boneless, you sure you aren't much help in this endeavor.
"That was...." You don't even have the words to describe what just happened to you.
Aemond watches you closely as you lay beside him, breasts rising and falling heavily, your skin flushed and marked all over with his mouth, one hand trailing lightly over your stomach. The sight of you, well-loved and satisfied, makes his chest burn with desire.
He leans in close to you, curling his body around yours like a protective shield. His mouth trailing over your neck, his voice a quiet whisper. "That was beautiful. And we're only getting started."
You gaze at him out of half-lidded eyes, your body already feeling drained from just one round. "What...." You stifle a yawn behind your hand, trying to hide it. "What's next?"
Aemond laughs at the sight of you yawning, both hands now brushing over your body, his touch gentle. He can see the exhaustion in your eyes, hear the tiredness in your voice.
He leans down and presses a loving kiss to your forehead. "I don't think you're quite ready for more yet, my love. You look like you're barely awake."
Through your tiredness, you whine, "But you promised to show me. What it's like...." You're pressing sleepy kisses to Aemond's jaw, lips sweeping down over his neck.
Aemond's lashes flutter at your tiny kisses, his arms curling strong and protective around you. He makes an odd noise, and you realize you may have had an orgasm, but he never did.
"I can take care of it for you." Searching down below, hands clumsy and heavy with sleep, you feel Aemond grab for your wrist.
"And you will," he mutters, admonishing. "But tonight it's getting late, and you're tired. We have our whole lives together, we need not rush this."
Another yawn overtakes you, and you snuggle down into his warmth. "Tomorrow, then?" You mumble, arms slung lazily around him. "And dragon riding tomorrow, too...."
Aemond chuckles again at your insistence, hands gently rubbing themselves over your body, comforting you. He shifts back on the bed, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around you, holding you as close as possible.
"Of course, my love," he murmurs, his voice a gentle, soothing rumble in your ear. "Tomorrow. And dragon riding, too. But for now, you need to sleep."
Aemond runs the very tips of his fingers up and down your back, just along your spine.
"I really am sorry, Aemond...." You're already half asleep, struggling to stay awake, to get the words out. "D'you really forgive me?"
Aemond sighs.
"Of course I forgive you," he whispers, breath tickling your ear. "It's all in the past now, my love. The only thing that matters is you and me, right here, right now. And dragon riding tomorrow, I promise...."
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Anonymous asked: Can i request a fic where either the reader reveals during a pizza and beers hangout she was a phone sex operator for a brief time and everyone is shocked and one of them jokingly asks if she was any good and she whispers something dirty in their ear and it changes their friendship
Cw: fem!reader, allusions to male masturbation, dirty talk 1.7k words
âCome again?â
âI used to work a sex hotline,â you shrug like it was no big deal.
âNo way,â Eddie shakes his head. âI donât believe you.â
You hear Steve and the others giggle around you, also in disbelief.
âWanna bet?â
âTry me.â He wants to call your bluff because no way in hell did he not know this about you. You always were reserved when it came to talking about sex; never had you seemed promiscuous.
You hold up your hand to your ear, pretending it is a phone, and Eddie follows your lead.
âRing ring,â he giggles.
âHello.â You changed the pitch of your voice to be more sultry.
âHi,â he smirks.
âCan I get a name, handsome?â
â Eddieâ
âMmmm, hi, Eddie. Iâm Candy.â
âCandy?â
He breaks character, but you donât.
âthe boys say itâs because Iâm so sweet.â You fake giggle.
âThis is my first time calling. Iâm not sure what to do here.â
âThatâs okay, Iâll walk you through it⌠you want to get comfortable for me?â
Eddie looks around the room at the others, who are trying to stifle their giggles. This night was supposed to be chill, with pizza and beers. He wasnât really sure how you all ended up here.
âIâm comfortable.â He says without actually moving.â
âI wish I could see; you sound so sexy.â You sigh.
Another giggle leaves Eddieâs lips because who is this person whoâs taken over your body?
âYeah? you wish you could see be, Dollface?â Playing into it more.
You lean in to whisper so only he can hear it this time. âoh yeah, big boy; I bet your cock is already nice and hard for me. Such a good boy, I want you to fill me.â You sit back, take a loose tendril, twirl his hair around your finger, and watch Eddieâs eyes widen at what you just said.
âOh-okay, thatâs enough.â He chuckles, trying not to give away how turned on he just got. âI believe you!â
You sit back with a giggle and grab another slice of pizza like nothing just happened.
Everyone looked at you with shock.
Eddie quickly gets up and excuses himself to go to the bathroom.
âWhat did you say?!â Robin begs.
You shrug in response like it was another day at work⌠which it has been.
âDamn, is it hot in here?â Steve pops the collar of his shirt.
âYou guys need to loosen up, my god.â
While you were still enjoying your pizza, Eddie was having a crisis. Never had he thought of you in that way until moments ago, listening to those filthy words slip from your lips.
âI bet your cock is already nice and hard for me. Such a good boy, I want you to fill me,â your words replayed in his mind while he tried to fight the blood rushing to his stiffening cock.
He canât go back out there like this. Eddie splashed cold water on his face to try to snap him out of it, but it didnât help.
A quick rap on the door startles Eddie out of his inner monologue.
âYou okay, big boy? Youâve been in there fifteen minutes.â He hears you laugh from the other side.
Had it really been that long?
Eddieâs issue had not been resolved; in fact, it had worsened as he tried to push down the thought of you naked and spread out for him⌠talking to him like that.
âYeah-I-uh- just a minute.â Eddie wanted to pull his hair out at how frustrated you had made him.
You were just pals, bubbies, amigos.
You werenât attractive⌠were you?
Eddie never thought to look at you in that way; youâre just a friend, always had been, always will be⌠unless?
The more Eddie thought about it, the more he realized he did think your hair looked really pretty tonight. The way you always did your makeup really brought out your beautiful featuresâŚand when he got a whiff of your delicious perfume when you twirled his hair, he couldnât get enough.
âYou sure?â You try to jiggle the door handle, but itâs locked.
âShit,â Eddie curses under with breath.
âCome on, Ed, talk to me, please?â
You hear the lock unlatch and watch the doorknob slowly turn as Eddie pokes his head out.
âHi,â heâs short and sounds a bit out of breath.
âI hope what I said didnât make you uncomfortable.â
Ed saw the worried look in your eyes.
âNo! Well, I mean, yes, butâŚno.â
âYes, but no?â
Eddie let out a deep sigh. He didnât see a way out of this. He stepped aside to let you in and shut the door behind you.
âEddie?â You look up at him.
âHm?â
His eyes snap to your concerned face.
âIâm sorry, I didnât think it was a big deal! It did it all the time for work; I just⌠I donât know. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okay.â
âNo, itâs not. clearly, I overstepped a boundary-â
âYouâre not the only one.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Eddie moves his strategically placed hands to reveal the tent formed in his jeans and watches as your face falls into amused shock.
You cup your mouth to stifle an unexpected giggle.
âThatâs not the reaction a guy wants when he shows a girl how turned on he is.â
âIâm sorry, I just!-didnât think?â
âItâs okay. Iâm just trying to get rid of it, but itâs not going away.â
âYou mean?â
âIâm waiting it out.â
âOh, ok.â You nod awkwardly.
An awkward silence washes over the both of you as you try so hard not to stare at his crotch.
âDonât worry, Iâm not going to ask for your help if thatâs what youâre thinking.â
âI wasnât!â
âOkâŚâ
Another very uncomfortable silence settled between the two of you as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, trying to do everything in your power so as not to look down.
âI um⌠I guess Iâll just.â You point to the door that heâs blocking.
âUh. Ok,â he nods and steps to the side.
You close the door behind you but donât leave. You lean against the door and take a deep breath, trying to make sense of the evening.
Why did the thought of turning Eddie on excite you? Heâs a friend. Just a friend. I always had and always will be.
With a deep breath, you go to push yourself up off the door, but before youâre able to, you hear your name being moaned from the other side of the door.
You froze. You knew you should move, but your feet were locked in place. More heavy breaths and the sound of muffled moans seeped from under the door gap, and you pressed your ear to the door.
Eddie was jerking off because of you⌠and you liked it?
Eddie bit back screaming your name as he finally released himself into the bathroom tissue. Finally, he could return to rejoin everyone without being physically uncomfortable.
He discarded his release, tucked himself back in, washed his hands, and unlocked the door, but he was ambushed when you fell onto him when he went to open the door.
You let out a squeak as you lost your balance, falling into Eddie as the door was opened from under you.
âWoah,â Eddie catches you before youâre able to fall. His rage hands wrap around your biceps, gripping tightly to brace your fall.
âWere you spying on me?â
âOh god, sorryâ youâre so embarrassed. The whole evening has been one shit show. You scramble to find your fitting to create space between you and Eddie.
âYou were spying on me!â
âShhhhh! Keep your voice down.â
âYou totally were spying on me!â He accused.
âYouâre the one who moaned my name!â You defend.
Eddieâs cheeks reddened.
âYouâre the one who said all those⌠things!â his hands flailed.
âYouâre the one who egged it on!â
âSo!â
âSo?â
âYeah, so!â
âWoah, guys, whatâs going on here?â Steve pops his head around the corner.
âNothing,â you both glare.
âOhhhhhkayyyyyyyy,â Steve turns a heel and walks back to the kitchen to grab a drink.
âEddie,â you sigh, âI donât want to argue. This is dumb, and we can pretend it never happened.â
âWe could, but I gotta know.â
âWhatâs that?â
âDid you like it?â He took a step closer, filling the gap between you.
âWhat?â You look up at him.
âI asked if you like listening to me?â he brushed your hair behind your shoulder.
You gulp, not expecting Eddieâs demeanour to switch on a dime.
âI⌠I donât know?â
âI think you did, and youâre too scared to admit it.â You can smell him. He is so close to you.
âEddie, what are you doing?â You watch as he leans in closer.
âJust trust me.â His hands find the back of your neck, pulling you close.
âEddie?â
âLet me try something.â
âKay,â you whisper.
Eddieâs lips graze yours ever so lightly before he presses them fully.
A million and one thoughts run through your mind as Eddie kisses you.
You blame the cheap beer for letting this happen. You blame the beer for liking it. You blame the beer for kissing him back. You blame the beer for the tongue slip and the beer for how you wanted to moan when he pulled away.
âWoahâ
âYea woah,â you repeated dumbly.
âum⌠did you like it?â
âYeah⌠did you?â
âYeah.â
âcool⌠now what?â
âgo out with me,â Eddie states confidently.
âLike a date?â
âwhat else would it be?â He chuckles.
âI donât know?â You shrug, embarrassed that Eddie is getting you all flustered.
âYouâre cute when you donât know what to say.â He smirks.
âIâm cute?â You never thought hearing Eddie say those words would send butterflies fluttering through your tummy.
Eddie doesnât answer verbally; he leans in to kiss you again to confirm his statement.
âWe should get back to the others.â You sigh as you pull away.
âYou didnât answer me.â
âYou didnât ask me anything.â
âYes, I did. I asked you out.â
âNo, you said go out with me. Thatâs a statement, not a question.â
âAre you kidding me?â
âNo,â Yes, you were totally messing with him.
âWill you go out on a date with me?â
âJust say yes! Youâve been gone for half an hour!â You hear Robin yell from the living room.
âRobin!â You hear Steve scold.
âWhat?â
You canât help but laugh and canât believe the next worldâs coming out of your mouth.
âOkay, Iâll go out with you, Eddie.â
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FOR YOUR EYES ONLY âí¸ě§



pairing á° ni-ki x fem!reader â featuring.. jungwon | word count: 2200+
â ⌠warnings & genre âş highschool au!, fluff, misunderstandings, sunshine x grumpy.
synopsis â After seeing your tiny crush nishimura riki sneak something into the confession box you just had to investigate.
lee's âËâš á° comment âguys I swear ill make a non highschool au with riki soon... I couldn't help myself.. anyways its FEB!! can't wait to write valentines themed fics!
Finally.
It was your favorite month of the whole year.
You worked as a library assistant at your schoolânot because you particularly loved the job, but because it was better than joining a club.
Well⌠thatâs what you told people.
In reality, you had a secret gig.
Tucked away in the most secluded part of the library was your confession boxâa simple, unassuming container where students could slip in anonymous notes pouring out their feelings.
It started as something just for you. A place to vent when things got overwhelming. But then, he found out.
Jungwon.
You had no choice but to let him in on your little secret, and somehow, he became your best friend. Over time, word spread, and people started using the box themselves. What once held only your thoughts turned into a place where students whispered their love stories into folded pieces of paper.
Only Jungwon knew you were the one behind it.
And now, February had arrivedâthe holy grail of confessions. Sure, people submitted notes year-round, but around Valentineâs Day? The numbers spiked.
You werenât going to lie. You loved it. Not just the thrill of reading them (and occasionally sharing the best ones with Jungwon, who never breathed a word), but the idea that you were helping people express what they were too afraid to say out loud.
So here you were, stationed at the front desk, pretending to browse book requests on the computer when a group of girls giggled their way to the back of the library.
Your eyes flickered toward them, amused. Definitely not because you were excited to read their confessions later. Nope. Definitely not.
Then, moments laterâhe walked in.
Riki.
The second you saw him, your instincts flared up. Suspicious.
Riki never stepped foot in the library. He barely did his assignments, let alone read for fun. So why was he here?
You watched, careful not to make it obvious. He glanced around, acting almost⌠nervous? And then, without a word, he disappeared into the back.
Seconds later, he reappeared from the other sideâhands in his pockets, expression unreadable, walking out as if nothing had happened.
Your breath hitched.
No way.
Did Nishimura Riki just put a confession in your box?
Your hand scrambled for your phone. You had to tell someone.
You:
JUNGWONJUNGWONOMG
PLSPLSANSWERLOOKATURPHONE
Wonnie:
Ok what the hell
What is it?
You:
You are NEVER going to believe who just slid into the back of the library.
Wonnie:
Is it Jake again? Poor guy
Maybe Jay? Idk tell me
You:
Nishimura⌠RikiâŚ
Wonnie:
⌠Fr?
Maybe he confessed to you?
You:
Right, totally.
Wonnie:
Think about it.
And you did think about it.
You and Riki had a⌠relationship. Not exactly a friendship, but not total strangers either.
You first met in detention.
It was your first time there, and you had no idea what you were supposed to do. So, naturally, you turned to the guy next to youâthe one with his headphones on, slouched in his seat like he owned the place.
Curious, you tapped his shoulder.
He flinched, looking caught before turning to glare at you. âWhat?â
You blinked. âHow did you sneak those in? Can I listen too?â
Before he could answer, you asked another question. âWait, alsoâwhat are we supposed to do in here?â
His face twisted in disbelief. âWhat do we do in detention? You sit here. Now be quiet beforeââ
âMr. Nishimura, sneaking electronics in again?â The teacherâs voice cut in, hand outstretched.
Riki groaned, slumping back in his seat before begrudgingly handing over his phone and headphones.
When the teacher walked away, he snapped his head back to you, eyes burning with betrayal.
You swore he glared at you for the rest of the day.
Ever since then, you tried to make it up to himâwith snacks, lunch, even passing him worksheets to copy. Eventually, after weeks of bugging him, he forgave you.
Kind of.
Even now, he still acted so indifferent.
Whenever you waved at him in the hallway, he looked away. When you invited him to sit with you and your friends, he ignored you. Even when you walked beside him, talking about anything and everythingâhe barely responded.
At first, you assumed he was just bad with people. But then you saw him with his friendsâlaughing, joking, talking.
So why was he only like this with you?
Eventually, you gave up.
You distanced yourself, refusing to waste energy on someone who clearly wanted nothing to do with you.
But then, every now and then, youâd catch him staringâor see him approach you, only to hesitate and walk away.
It was confusing. Frustrating. You told yourself you didnât care anymore.
Until the school trip.
It had been late at night when you were sent to fetch supplies from the shedâa small, isolated building at the edge of the woods.
You werenât scared, but walking alone with only a flashlight wasnât exactly comforting.
By the time you found everything, thunder rumbled outside. Moments later, the skies opened up.
Heavy rain. Lightning. The kind of downpour that turned dirt trails into slippery nightmares.
Running back wasnât an option.
So, hugging your knees to your chest, you sat in the shedâsilent, alone, trying not to cry.
Minutes passed. Thenâ
The door burst open.
You jumped, heart nearly stoppingâuntil your eyes locked with his.
Riki.
He stood there, soaked from head to toe, breathless, his curls sticking to his forehead.
Did he⌠run here?
He didnât speak. Just stared for a moment, like he was checking if you were okay, before stepping inside and sitting next to you.
âJesus,â he muttered. âYouâre helpless, you know that?â
You blinked, then let out a soft, teary laugh. He was trying to act tough. But he was clearly worried.
Neither of you spoke after that. You just sat there, listening to the storm. Well, you spokeârambling like you used to, and for once, he didnât seem to mind.
By the time the rain cleared, something between you had shifted.
And now, months later, here you wereâstaring at an empty confession box, knowing Riki put something inside, yet not finding his name anywhere.
Jungwonâs voice pulled you back.
âI knew Iâd find you here.â He smirked. âAnything good?â
You forced a laugh, trying to mask your disappointment. âYeah, some interesting ones. OhâMinji completely dropped her last crush and moved on to a new one. Isnât that crazy?â
Jungwon squinted at you. âYouâre looking for Rikiâs, arenât you?â
You groaned, immediately dropping your head onto the table. âIâm pitiful. Donât look at me.â
Jungwon laughed, dragging a chair out and sitting across from you. âYouâre not pitiful. Just mildly down bad.â
You groaned, keeping your forehead against the table. âBut I know he put something in there. I saw him! I was so ready to read it, but itâs likeâpoof!ânothing!â
Jungwon tapped his fingers on the table, thinking. âYou sure he actually put something in the box?â
You lifted your head slightly. âOf course, I literally watched him sneak in.â
âThenâŚâ Jungwon grinned knowingly. âWhat if he took something out?â
That made you pause. You sat up straight, eyes wide. âWait⌠What?â
âThink about it,â Jungwon continued. âIf he put in a confession and realized he wasnât ready, maybe he took it back.â
Your mind raced. That⌠actually made sense. But why would Riki take it back? And more importantlyâwho was he confessing to?
The thought made your stomach twist, and you werenât sure why.
Jungwon smirked, clearly enjoying the sight of you struggling. âYou could just ask him, you know.â
You scoffed. âYeah, right. âHey, Riki! Weird question, but did you happen to steal a confession from my box?ââ
âWhy not?â Jungwon shrugged. âOr are you scared of the answer?â
You opened your mouth, ready to deny it, but the words never came. Were you scared? The idea of Riki confessing to someone else made your chest feel tight in a way you werenât ready to unpack.
Before you could respond, the student council room door creaked open again.
And there he was.
Riki stood in the doorway, hands shoved into his pockets, his hair a little bit above his eyes which flickered between you and Jungwon before settling on you.
Jungwon raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. âWelp. Thatâs my cue to leave.â He patted your shoulder before slipping past Riki, whispering a quick, âGood luck,â on his way out.
The door clicked shut. Silence.
You swallowed. âUm⌠Did you need a book orââ
âI didnât take it back.â
Your breath hitched.
Riki sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âThe letter. I didnât take it back.â
Your heart was pounding now. You tried to keep your voice steady. âWhat do you mean?â
His gaze dropped to the floor. âI put it in there without a doubt, I think⌠someone else removed it. Maybe it was a sign not to confess to you.â
You.
Your throat went dry. âIt was⌠for me?â
Riki let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. âYeah. Obviously.â
You blinked. âObviously? What do you mean obviously? You ignore me ninety percent of the time!â
He huffed, looking almost embarrassed. âI donât ignore you.â
âYou literally pretend not to hear me half the time!â
âBecause I donât know what to say!â Riki finally looked at you, frustration and something elseâsomething softerâlingering in his expression. âYou drive me crazy, you know that? You talk too much, youâre way too nosy, and you never leave things alone. And somehow, Iââ He stopped, exhaling sharply. âI like you, okay?â
Your brain short-circuited.
Riki rolled his eyes at your stunned silence. âThis is embarrassing.â
You snapped out of your trance. âWait, wait. Back up. You like me?â
He groaned, turning toward the door. âForget I said anythingââ
You grabbed his sleeve before he could leave.
He froze.
Slowly, you grinned. âYou like me.â
Rikiâs ears were turning red. âShut up.â
You laughed, warmth bubbling in your chest. You never thought youâd get anywhere with him, and yetâhere he was, out of breath looking at you so fondly, confessing in the most Riki-like way possible.
February was definitely your favorite month of them all.
BONUS đđËâ
The moment Riki stepped into the library, he knew he was making a mistake.
This wasnât his scene. He didnât do books, didnât do anything that required more effort than necessary. But here he was, standing in the one place he actively avoided, shoving his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets as his eyes flickered toward the back.
He could feel your gaze on him.
You were always watching him.
Not in a weird wayâmore like you were constantly trying to figure him out. Always with that curious glint in your eyes, like he was a puzzle you were determined to solve.
He hated it.
No, that wasnât true. He hated that he liked it.
And now, as he made his way toward the confession boxâthe stupidest thing heâd ever been a part ofâhe was hoping you werenât paying too much attention.
With one last glance around, he slipped to the back, pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket, and dropped it inside.
Then, without missing a beat, he walked out through the other side, playing it cool.
It took everything in him not to look back.
He could already picture the way your brain was short-circuiting, the way you were probably grabbing your phone to text Jungwon. You always told him everything, after all.
Riki swore under his breath as he left the library.
He wasnât even sure why he did it.
Well.
That was a lie.
He knew why.
It was because of you.
Because you confused the hell out of him.
You were supposed to be annoyingâloud, persistent, way too nosy for your own good. You were supposed to be someone he could easily brush off, like he did with everyone else.
But you werenât.
Because no matter how many times he ignored your waves in the hallway, you still smiled at him. No matter how often he shut you out, you never stopped trying.
And then you stopped.
You finally gave up on him.
And for some reason, that made his chest feel too tight.
Ever since that night on the school trip, when he found you curled up alone in the shed, it had been harder and harder to act like he didnât care.
That night, when he heard you were missingâit was like he could imagine you with red eyes, shoulders shakingâhe couldnât stop himself.
Didnât even think.
He just ran.
Ran straight into the storm, through the rain, barely able to see a damn thingâbut knowing exactly where he was going.
When he finally got there, when he saw you small and fragile under the dim light, something in him cracked.
He never wanted to see you like that again.
But he didnât know how to tell you that.
He wasnât good with words. He wasnât good with feelings.
So he wrote it down instead.
It wasnât a confession, not in the way you expected.
But it was something.
Something for your eyes only.
Something he thought you would have found by now.
So when he walked passed the student council room later that evening, seeing you and Jungwon hunched over the pile of notes, he knew immediately.
You hadnât seen it.
Because if you had, you wouldnât be looking for his name like he overheard.
And now, as both your heads snapped toward him, your eyes wide and startledâ
Riki sighed, stepping forward.
âŚYou took it, didnât you? He thought looking straight at Jungwon.
Because if you didnât find his letter in the boxâŚ
Then someone must have.
What was Jungwon playing at?
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đ¨ author's note â mmmh first male x fem reader on my blog. probably the most lewd ive written so far AND -!!!! i just realized that my anonymous asks werent on until someone pointed it out, so theres that.. i turned it on!! [lowercase intended]
warning: smut & slight angst [it's thanos, expect the worst]
- bondage..... whew starting off strong !!
- literally doesnt give two shits. he would use zip ties to tie your wrists for all he cares.Â
- his apartment is nasty as fuck
- dont even get me started on the fucked up couch he has in his apartment with disgusting stains that are probably permanent at this pointÂ
- spits in your mouth mid fucking
- would sometimes spit the ecstasy pill from his mouth to yoursÂ
- cigarettes after sex? nah, cigarettes during sex.
- and to you, it makes the experience even better
- the thing is, when you're high, you won't give a fuck about anything that's happening around you
- public sex !! he's the type to shamelessly fuck inside clubs
- would blow the smoke directly onto your face as you cough
- loooves to cum on your face. not on your stomach, not inside, not anywhere else but your face.
- he loves it messy and dirty. he feels pride just from seeing you in front of him kneeled down and face covered with his cum
- degrading.
- you will NEVER hear even a single praise come out from this man's mouth. even after you give him the best head he's ever had
- angry sex, mostly caused by you getting hit on by someone else and just thanos being possessiveÂ
- its no biggie though, he's just giving you a small reminder who you belong to <33
- man's a sadist. he would just laugh at you for crying because of overstimulation
- your safe word won't work on him the first time you say it. second time, he'll act deaf and will continue pounding into you. although when he sees that you're clearly in distress, he'll make considerations and will pull out and make you suck him off instead
- if you're being too hard headed and bratty during sex, 100% he'll slap you across the face hard so you'd finally get your shit together
- doesn't care whether you get yourself off or not. all that matters to him is that he gets to cum and thats it.
- im sorry but he knows nothing about aftercare
- he would just stub his cigarette, throw it somewhere, and fall straight to sleep
- you'd stare at his sleeping figure blankly with no thoughts inside your head
- but you felt empty and lonely. not realizing yet that such a small pill can change someone's way of acting.
- you truly deserve better.
thanos' breathing slowed, deepening into his sleep. you lay beside him, body still tingling from the overwhelming sensations he gave you just earlier. silence swallows you, leaving you staring blankly at his peaceful face.
it's strangeâthe way your chest feels so hollow, an ache you couldn't quite place, like you'd expect for something that was never going to come. he'd been so alive just moments ago, what the hell happened? now he is gone, lost into unconsciousness, leaving you alone in the weight of aftermath.
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the only way to save star trek is the full riverdale (a weird obsessive art student will write an experimental gay star trek play (featuring quark full frontal) receive a cease and desist from paramount viacom whatever the hell level of next corporate ownership goes on and in the intervening years as star trek has faded further and further from public consciousness that plucky young obsessive art student will slowly concoct their plan working their way up from broadway and comics into major creative roles in the company with some well received star trek novels (almost as homoerotic as killing time one anonymous reviewer states) or like a video game or something and in their hour of need paramount will go crawling in desperation to our hero unaware of their previous history and hand over the reigns of the dying brand and finally with their plan reaching fruition our plucky hero will make a weird kind of unwatchable hallucinatory gay television experience and bring star trek back to prominence amongst weird niche internet bloggers) end scene
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Assistant Jazz au!
Someone records a lovesick Red Hood just ranting about how women who can break him in half are stupidly sexy and posts it to social media. #RelatableRedHood is trending within the week.
(It got long bc I got excited đ)
The first video goes like this: It starts off with a woman clad in tight leather and a black helmet single-handedly fighting against a group of five men. She fought like a beast, with weapons and guns and on the occasion, her legs as she kicked a man so hard that he had puked his guts out. At one point, she had picked up one by the neck and tossed him to the wall.
The phone camera, shaky and quiet, then turned to face the infamous Red Hood's side profile. He didn't seem to notice that he was being recorded. He had his hand on his helmet-covered chin as he then said, "Do you think if I ask, she'll kill me with her thighs?"
That was when the video cut off. It was posted at 1:32 AM in the morning by an anonymous account with only one tag #RelatableRedHood.
It went stupidly viral. After that, there were more and more videos with the same tag, taken in more and more ridiculous ways to avoid the Red Hood noticing. Gothamites, particular ones from Crime Alley, were all having a great time watching their resident crime lord vigilante make a fool of himself in front of his hot assistant, who hadn't shown any reaction to the recent fame she gained as the woman who owned the legs that could make Red Hood beg for death.
The #RelatableRedHood videos always featured the same thing. Wolf would go about her business and do absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, or Wolf would complete an impossibly awesome feat with her intelligence or skills in weaponry and fighting, and Red Hood would then absolutely lose his mind afterwards.
Viewers both agreed to his thoughts and laughed themselves silly as they watched the infamous crime lord show just how head over heels in love he was with his assistant. Reaction images and memes went viral as the Red Hood simped over his assistant.
Video after video popped up and they were all clearly taken by goons within the Red Hood's gang due to sheer proximity and brilliant timing. Although videos came out somewhat rarely, probably due to Red Hood's perceptiveness, Gothamites gobbled up each one eagerly.
It all reached to a peak when a livestream link from the Official Robins account was posted at midnight.
In it, the Red Hood could be seen ranting and raving to himself in his office, smacking his helmet-covered forehead. An invisible camera captured it all. "Dammit!! Where are these videos coming from?! Who the fuck keeps making them?!"
He was presumably on call because after a moment, he answered an inaudible voice with a shout, "Like hell I do! Of course take it down! Why the hell would I want Wolf to see them?! She doesn't even know my feelings for her!"
Another pause. And then, "I'm not going to confess!! Why would she even like me anyways?!"
Viewers felt sympathetic for their favorite crime lord, but curiously, the livestream did not end as Red Hood continued to pace and mutter to himself angrily.
Their questions were answered as the door to the room opened and Red Hood hurriedly sat down in his seat, looking up at the door. The camera then captured the sight of Wolf striding into the room. She held papers in one hand and a coffee cup in the other.
Red Hood, silent and tense, clicked on a button, presumably disconnecting the call and then reached for the things she was holding. Wolf avoided his hands, placing the items on the table before she detached part of her helmet and placing it next to the papers.
Both the viewers and Red Hood were confused. More images of Red Hood's bewildered posture on the livestream appeared on the internet with #RelatableRedHood, but people were still focused on Wolf's strange actions.
The camera did not reveal any part of Wolf's face as she left the disconnected piece of metal on the side . She went around Red Hood's desk and sat on his lap confidently as the Red Hood froze like a deer in headlights. She took off his helmet without any resistance, tossed it to the floor, and then grabbed him by the lapels to kiss him senseless.
Cheers and celebrations erupted all over Gotham City as if they had suddenly won the lottery.
Unbeknownst to the Gothamites who were nothing but civilian viewers obsessing over Red Hood and Wolf's romance, Red Robin and Oracle were celebrating in the Watchtower with the rest of the Batfamily, who were all cheering loudly as they closed the livestream and then celebrated for successfully bringing together their brother and his crush.
Mission: Fairytale Ending was a success!
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As the Wolfstar Librarian I'm kind of shocked I haven't made this a list yet! And I just finished reading this cute book during the holidays so enjoy a late holiday rec!
Bookstore Wolfstar Fics
Collateral by fingerprintbruises The fic where Sirius flees from the paparazzi, Remus runs a bookstore, and Lily has great timing.
You've Got Love by @cruisinwritealong Remus connects with an enigmatic stranger online, runs an amazing bookstore, and has his life flipped upside down when a Potter Brothers Books megastore opens up just a few blocks away. To makes things even worse the owner of the megastore is charming, funny, and hot as hell. Based on the movie You've Got Mail
Wholly Civilised (orphaned account)
When Remus Lupin is mugged in an alley, the last thing he expects is to invite the mugger to his flat and offer him food and a job. But that's exactly what he does. What he learns about Sirius Black after that, turns his entire world upside down.
The Quiet War by CF_Casper "Let's use love like a knife try to cut through the surface Love can break through the ice when you're fighting a different kind of warâ (Sirius and Lily are in a gang. James and Remus run a book shop. Everyone falls in love.)
The Certainty of You by uponavenueroad Sirius is a Hollywood actor who has not been entirely forthcoming about his identity to an undeniably charming, befuddled antique book seller from Notting Hill. The truth comes to a head the morning after a steamy one-night stand. A movie-star AU thatâs loosely inspired by the classic romcom 'Notting Hill'.
A Likely Story (orphaned account Sirius Black is a famous Youtuber who can't help but keep coming back to the cozy bookstore, "A Likely Story". He quickly finds himself falling for the cute bookworm, Remus Lupin. This story won't be too long and is for all the softies that just need some fluff.
A Novel Idea by @haywirecompass Sirius writes horror, with the occasional help of his two best friends, who are raising a child and therefore worry him sometimes with the ideas they come up with. He loves reading just as much as he loves writing, so the new bookshop down the road seems like to perfect place to go to load his bookshelves to breaking point. Then he meets the owner, who is somehow adorable and hot at the same time, and everything goes a bit pear-shaped.
The Cafe Upstairs by @cottonpadenthusiast Remus Lupin can sum himself up in two words; book nerd. He can also sum up Sirius Black in three; hottest guy ever. Moreover, he can sum up the likelihood of a relationship between them in one; impossible.
Fine Motor Skills by @femme--de--lettres Sirius Black's car needs workâagain. Meanwhile, Remus Lupin is amused to see his favorite customer back at his mechanic's shop.
the inconveniences in our favour by @magicbeings This is a story about a graffiti-covered wall, a boy unhealthily obsessed with it, and a man who really only wanted his dream of owning a peaceful bookshop not to be ruined by a stubborn artist. Sometimes, the most frustrating inconveniences turn out to really work in your favour.
A Very Bad, Terrible, No Good Day by @solar3cl1ip5e On the worst day of his life, Remus wakes up with a cold, without power, and no tissues. He also rear-ends the most attractive man he's ever seen.
Cupid Disarmed by Anonymous Remus Lupin has Veela blood, Sirius Black reads trite romance novels, and neither of them are quite sure what the fuck to do with their hands when they get to talking with one another.
You Burn Brighter than the Stars by The_wolf_the_rat_the_dog_and_the_stag Remus meets Sirius at the university bookstore where he works and falls instantly in love.
BOOK REC:
Looking for a book similar to these fics? With characters that are so lovable? Check out this book that features a queer bookstore owner and a romance novelist!
Look Up, Handsome by Jack Strange
#trying to find some books that are less well known and from newer authors so send recs!#wolfstar#remus x sirius#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar fic recs#marauders#books#booklr
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Kinktober Day 9 - Yandere!Hybrid!Hongjoong + Predator/Prey & Marking

Anonymous Said: Hongjoong from ateez. Consensual Predator/ Prey & Biting/ Marking. Yandere & Hybrid. A/n: Hongjoong and Predator/Prey just go together so well, oh my lord. Also, I sort of pictured him like Klaus from Vampire Diaries/The Originals in this. I hope you like it!! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Yandere, Possession, Monster Features Word Count: 1,239 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist
âItâs cute how you think you can escape me.â His voice is nothing but calm, seeming to echo around you in all directions. âThereâs no way out, My Love. The sooner you give yourself to me, the better this will be for the both of us.â
Your eyes dart every which way, back pressed firmly against a large tree. The surrounding forest is dark, the moon hiding behind a cloud and making it even harder for you to see your surroundings. Your heart pounds relentlessly inside of your chest, ears ringing as you strain to hear even a hint of his movements drawing near.
âI can hear your heartbeat, My Love.â Hongjoong hums, sounding slightly closer than was before. âYour body calls to me. It beckons me, and once I catch you, you will finally be mine.â
Cautiously, you peek around the tree, scanning the darkness for any signs of movement. It sounds as if heâs coming from off to your left, yet for all you can see, the forrest surrounding you is completely still.
Taking a low, deep breath in, you dart behind another tree.
Keep moving. You have to keep moving.
An eerie, high pitched giggle reverberates around the area, making your heart stutter inside of your chest.
âOh, My Love,â The grin he wears is clear in his voice. âDo you really think you have a way out of this?â
A gentle breeze drifts through the trees, stirring the leaves that litter the ground. Their soft rustling is deafening, covering the sound of footfalls stalking ever closer to where youâre hiding.
âDid you really think that I would ever let you go, once I set my sights on you?â Thereâs an almost air of condescension to his voice as it slowly crescendos around you. âDid you not know that from the very first moment we met, you were mine?â
A golden glint through the darkness catches your eye, and you swear that your heart stops. Your breath catches, body tensing only for a moment before youâre taking off sprinting deeper into the woods.
A maniacal laugh fills the air around you.
âThatâs it, Little Rabbit,â His gleeful shout can be heard all around you. âRun! Run right into my loving arms!â
You donât even spare a glance behind you, lungs burning as you attempt to fill them with air. Your feet begin to hurt from how hard theyâre pounding on the earth beneath you, knees threatening to give out as you hear rustling behind you.
You know itâs pointless to try and outrun him, but like hell youâre not going to try.
A moment passes, suspended in time. As if the whole world freezes around you, the air being knocked from your lungs.
âFound you.âÂ
The harsh bark of a tree digs into the skin of your back, shirt torn in multiple places. The warmth of another body, firm and intimidating, keeps you pressed in place as hands hold your waist. Fingers desperately dig into your skin, a chest rumbling in contentment pressed flush against your own.
Hongjoongâs whole body shudders as he buries his face into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply. His hips roll into your own, thumbs teasing along the bare skin of your waist as he pushes you deeper against that tree.
âThereâs no escaping me now, My Love,â His voice rumbles out, nosing along your pulse slowly. âYouâre mine now⌠Forever.â
Your hands settle around him, hands splaying on his back. You can still hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears, but instead of fear, the only thing you can feel coursing through your veins is excitement.
Hongjoong takes in another stuttering breath, his lips parting in a moan. âYou smell delectable.â
âItâs all for you, Joongie.â The corners of your lips tug upwards slightly, tilting your head to the side to offer him more of your neck. âYou caught me, fair and square. Iâm yours now. Forever.â
The way you repeat his words from only moments before has a feral snarl tearing from his throat. Hongjoong wastes no time gripping your one thigh and hoisting it around his waist, pressing in closer to you. His forehead rests against your own, golden eyes shining as he stares deeply into your own. Black veins crackle down the sides of his cheeks, fangs poking out from beneath curled lips.
âYes you are, My Love.â He hums his agreement, nuzzling into the side of your neck. His one hand slips down, fingers toying with the waistband of your jeans. âAs I have always been yours. Since the first moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be. Together, as one.â
He pops the button of your jeans, sliding the zipper down meticulously.
Your breathing deepens. âAs one.â
A pleased rumble shakes his chest, and itâs as if whatever calmness he had just been exuding for your sake, snaps.
Instantly, his hand slips beneath your jean, fingers sliding passed your panties. He lets out a low moan as he drags his fingertips through your folds, loving how wet you are already. His hips jerk, lips latching onto the side of your neck as he begins to circle your clit.
Your hips jolt forward, eyes fluttering shut as a blissful moan tumbles from your lips. Your breathing is heavy, thighs twitching as he increases the pressure of his fingers over your clit. All this buildup has made you so eager⌠so sensitive, that his mere touch already has you teetering on the very edge.
âCome on, Lovely,â he rasps out, hot breath hitting your pulse with every exhale. âLet me see that beautiful face contort in blissful ecstasy as you scream my name.â
âHongjoong-â His name is but a whimper on your lips as he increases his pace over your clit.
âThatâs it, Love,â His voice deepens, veins almost pulsing beneath his eyes as he laves his tongue over your pulse. âJust like that. Cry out my name as I finally claim you as my own. Soak my fingers as you flood my tongue with your very soul.â
Your whole body shudders, and with one final flick over your clit, your orgasm crashes into you unexpectedly. Every single rush of pleasure through your veins is only amplified by the feeling of his fangs sinking deeply into your neck.Â
Hongjoong eagerly drinks his fill of you, keeping you suspended in bliss for as long as he can. His nose is pressed against your skin, small groans escaping him as your blood floods his tongue. The whole while, he never once stops his movements over your clit, needing you to experience every single moment of the same ecstasy that he feels from simply being in your presence.
The way you continuously shake in his arms, thighs twitching around him has a smirk tugging at his lips.
Finally, he slows his fingers over your clit, allowing you a small reprieve as you come down from your high. He pulls away from your neck, laving his tongue over the fresh mark on the side of your neck. His eyes are hooded, golden gaze flashing with nothing but a loving, lustful pride as he admires the mark heâs just given you.
He smiles, turning to watch you as you attempt to catch your breath.
Leaning in, he nuzzles his nose affectionately against your own, your blood still clinging to his lips.Â
A gentle hum escapes him. âYouâre mine.â
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Ask Comp 13/04
@bladekindeyewear submitted: You've noticed something important: Everyone seems to have come down with the SAME items that John gave them on their birth meteors. That means that excluding some incredible shenanigans, the ectobiology that created the kids only happened ONCE, and we're unlikely to see some weird repeat. John did it. In his session. Before the Scratch. Have you noticed the problem yet? In the Trolls' session, all of the ectobiology was done by KARKAT. In a session we now know was a POST-SCRATCH one. p=4053:
The Pre-Scratch trolls were forced to invoke the Scratch to even be BORN. And Lord English is somehow responsible. And this is apparently Lord English's "calling card". Utterly terrifying.
Yup. English's 'already-hereness' applies to more than just his physical presence, it seems!
Anonymous asked: I believe I sent an ask some time ago, regarding my eagerness towards seeing you take on my favorite character. At the time, I noted that their introduction was still a ways off, but now the moment is just about at hand and I couldn't possibly be more thrilled. Happy blogging, and welcome to Act 6! ^u^
Thank you! You're presumably talking about one of the new Players, and their introduction has certainly been a lot of fun for me so far. For the first time in forever, we're getting a new set of protagonists!
@sanctferum asked: seems like nobody has mentioned it yet, but 10/25, the day Cascade came out (and one of Homestuck's arc numbers, with 1025 being what you get when adding 413 and 612 together), was christened "Gristmas" by the fandom. Intermission 2, meanwhile, was (very fittingly) a Halloween upd8. Act 6 started on 11/11/11, so the arc number there is various configurations of 1 or 11. Truly the most important thing to happen on 11/11/11 and let neither man nor tod say otherwise.
Gristmas is pretty great - and thank you, I'll keep an eye out for long strings of ones. I imagine that we'll be seeing one on Jane's Cruxtruder, at the very least.
Anonymous asked: I'm surprised that no one pointed out that Hussie describing the story of the Troll Ancestors as Fanfiction is actually an accurate accusation In-Universe. As after, Doc Scratch took the trolls' original story, and rewrote it into how he wanted it to go. Anonymous asked: If you think about it, since Scratch is responsible for Alternia being such a hellhole when it originally wasn't, it is technically his "troll fanfiction".
Oh, I like that. Scratch is, after all, both the instigator and the narrator of the Ancestors' fucked-up lives, which does indeed put him in a position akin to that of a fanfiction writer. This Scratch-as-author stuff has layers, huh?
@manorinthewoods asked: If it was Bec's put-Jade-to-bed instincts that caused her revival, then Vriska's abuse of Jade to practice her powers on humans was the reason Jade survived Act 5. ~LOSS (9/1/24)
Good point, actually - but fucking hell, don't tell her that. You already know how insufferable she'd be about it.
Anonymous asked: Unsure if it was simply not mentioned, but in case you missed it there are two other messages on Jane's computer: Submit and Cease Reproduction
So there are.
CEASE REPRODUCTION, in particular, makes a lot of sense, now that I think about it. After all, I doubt the Condesce actually wants to rule over humanity; instead, she probably wants to exterminate them, so that they can be replaced with a brand-new cohort of trolls.
@joyfulldreams asked: Detective Pony is absolutely a masterwork of fanfiction. It has the original version on AO3, an equally excellent podfic by NakedBee, and then the podfic was later adapted by NakedBee into a full feature-length film. It has basically Legend status and in some ways has been partially(???) canonized because of how widely regarded it is by the fandom at large to be Legit. There is also a similar fic called Theatre of Coolty, a fanfic written in the format of a play, which I believe was written by the same person who voice acted DS in the Detective Pony podfic (DuckFace, I think) which NakedBee adapted into a short film. Recommend watching Theatre of Coolty before touching Detective Pony, tbh, it's much shorter and more easily digestible. (Both are EXTREMELY DENSE TEXTS.) Also you probably shouldn't touch either until you've finished Act 6, unfortunately. Theatre of Coolty has a minor spoiler for something pretty late in Act 6, and while Detective Pony doesn't TECHNICALLY have any REAL spoilers as-is (the movie has visuals that could be considered more spoilery), the entire thing is basically a deep dive into DS's character and you really ought to understand DS better before getting into it. (You don't even know his name yet!) @creamcloud0 asked:I don't know if it's what you were implying in your tags but i would absolutely LOVE seeing your dissection of Detective Pony. @heliotropopause asked: since we're doing this, The Serendipity Gospels should now also be spoiler-free, though i haven't double-checked, nor read the unfinished act three that's only available on tumblr. and yeah, very much seconded on sonnetstuck's Detective Pony- it'd spoil DS's name if you read it right now, along with maybe one other thing that'll get revealed soon, but it should be fine to read quite soon, and is one of the absolute best fanworks i've ever read. there's also a very high quality hours-long puppet theatre video adaptation of it made by someone else, but the visuals there contain spoilers up to pretty much the very end of the comic. ben-guy asked: The detective pony fic is absolutely still full of spoilers, if only for later kid bro characterization @pechikka asked: Im gonna be real. I don't even think of Detective Pony as a fanwork. To me it's just part of Homestuck's extended quasicanon to the same degree the epilogues are, and a crucial part of how I read kid bro as a character. It's THAT spot on to the characters and themes of Homestuck itself and it's a fascinating read. For obvious reasons tho that does means I absolutely cannot recommend anyone read it until kid bro has been introduced and has had a long while to be established as a character. @publicuniversalworstie asked: Seconding the Detective Pony recommendation as hard as I can, but I'd recommend saving it for after you finish the main comic at least. It's essentially a D-Stri character study. @hussianphilosopher submitted: There's really only one Hussie quote that matters.
(Thirding or fourth-ing or fifth-ing the Detective Pony recs, though I would argue that you need to wait a while before you read it - you need to meet teen-Bro and have seen quite a bit of him to actually get what it's going for.) Hussie's commentary is really interesting and deserves to be read if you like the comic, but the most recent and (in my opinion) most enlightening parts pretty much assume that you've read the Epilogues. If and when you're ever interested it's all wrapped up in the Homestuck Unofficial Collection.
I'm moving Detective Pony up on the list, because this all sounds amazing. We already know from the Auto-Responder conversation that Kid Bro is a pretty weird dude, so a deep dive into his character via a horse girl parody sounds like a hell of a time.
As for The Serendipity Gospels, if I can vet it completely for spoilers, it might finally be time for my first fanfiction analysis. After all, I've been waiting for this one for years.
Anonymous asked: How many doomed timelines have Sally and Sahlee made from their continued insistence on trying to break the Incipisphere even after seeing how utterly fucked they'd be from attempting that?
Less than you'd think, honestly. They'd definitely make a few, especially in the first days of the session, but once they start to understand how Doomed Timelines worked, they'd probably try to ensure their experiments were less destructive.
That's not to say they'd stop trying to violate the Alpha Timeline - but it does mean they'd be smarter about it, potentially abusing systems like the Scratch to create some additional non-doomed timelines. I can't tell you where their experiments would lead, though - not until I'm more familiar with Sburb's deeplore myself.
@elkian asked: Obviously Jake types on the coat sleeves, Power Glove-style xD @thelegendofgreg-2 asked: "Jake, for god's sake. How are you typing on a coat?" I am choosing to believe right now as of this very moment that every single one of the rainbow flashing boxes on the lining of his coat is a teeny tiny computer screen, and he has a keyboard hidden under one of the arms of his coat It's very practical
I do think that the sleeves are the best choice here - but I also like the idea that his clawed slipper is an integral part of the setup, with buttons on the soles that he needs to shift his weight to press. A shift key, perhaps?
This thing's just so awesomely impractical. Grandma Jade was a real one.
@library-seraph asked: "Michael Cera's a strange choice for one of these portraits. He's neither a harlequin, nor a gentleman, and thus doesn't really fit Dad's normal aesthetic." This is a fandom injoke, actually. So many people joked that the guy wearing the groucho glasses in the egbert house's hallway looked like michael cera despite it not being him, that Hussie decided to shout out the meme
Ah, that makes sense.
Sometimes, I wonder how many of the comic's 'confusing' moments are actually fandom in-jokes that I don't have the context to understand. To get that context, I need these messages, so keep 'em coming!
Anonymous asked: it truly is like, the greatest jape of all that your blog popularity is coinciding with the tumblr fanbase popularity of homestuck
No kidding? I wasn't aware there was an uptick in the fandom's Tumblr presence, but I'm happy to hear it!
The last thing I want to do is finish the comic, stroll into the fandom, and discover that it died before I was ready to engage with it. Not that that wouldn't be kind of funny.
@elkian asked: Possibly one of the funniest things about the Alpha Reboot here is finding out Jane, of her familysquad if not the humans as a whole (depending on how sincere Rose was about her taxidermy Jaspers rage) who has a problem with embalment. Everyone else has been involved in the taxidermy or other preservation of some kind of corpse; I was gonna exclude Bro but then remembered the horsebib.
Jane, Homestuck's primary cast is all weird as fuck. You need to get with the program.
@abysswarlock asked: AR to Jake: âHereâs your problemâ
Jake's response:
Anonymous asked: while not that big of a deal on the grand scheme of things, the revelation that rose gets her eloquence and wordiness from her father is perhaps my favorite revelation in all of hs.
I like it too! Based on what Bro was like with Dave, I expect his kidsona to be the strong, silent type, but - assuming he's as chatty as AR - I really like Hussie's decision to make him a yapper.
It feels right, somehow - and I hope it means that he's the one who wrote this session's GameFAQs guide.
Anonymous asked: One of my favorite bits of the Auto-responder's replys to Jake is the % of how close the responses are to Bro's goes down as Jake catches on, dude is having the time of his life messing with him
This guy really is hilarious. He's honestly going to be a pretty tough act for the real Little Bro to follow.
Anonymous asked: ive sent an ask like this in the early days. but il say i have never been so extraordinarily possessed by a 2014 era fan of homestuck in its UPD8 era than i have been waiting all these days for the D Stri inteoduction chatlog. for reasons i am almost betting many may have expressed in this inbox already Anonymous asked: Every update you post convinces me harder that you're going to absolutely love kid bro Anonymous asked: So fucking excited for you to start analyzing kid bro it has me twirling my hair. I barely even have enough hair to twirl this is a high compliment. So excited
...that said, people have pretty high hopes for the impression he's going to make!
I'm sure that whatever vibe I get from him, one thing is already clear: he's clearly recognized as the post-Scratch kid, the Vriska of his team. His introduction is getting the most hype of any character outside of Hivebent.
Anonymous asked: "Though we adore Him we shall never enjoy His beauteous croak. We spill our blood on acres of black and white so they may cross the yellow yard. At last in Skaia's reflection through broken glass He may find the pond in which he's meant to squat." - A Prospitan book in [S] Seer: Descend.
Hey, you're right - this passage does make a lot more sense in retrospect. I guess the implication here is that Jade's frog might still be the designated Genesis Frog in the post-Scratch session...
This gels well with Umbra's earlier statement implying that Jade & co. will be slotted into the new session as Players. It also means the post-Scratch humans might not need a Space Player, since Jade can still fill that role as before.
...yeah, it's looking more and more likely that Jane's team will wield completely different Aspects to their predecessors. I honestly prefer this to the alternative, since it'll allow us to get up close and personal with four Aspects that we've previously only seen in the abridged Hivebent session - or, potentially, four Aspects we've never seen at all.
Anonymous asked: "Poppop in the attic" is a reference to the TV show Arrested Development. In one episode, Michael Cera's character is harboring his fugitive grandfather in the attic of his home. He attempts to inform his dad but he misinterprets "poppop" as a euphemism for sex or masturbation. @skelekingfeddy asked: âthe mere fact you call it that tells him youre not readyâ is just reference to arrested development lol. basically the kid michael cera plays is hiding his grandpa/âpoppopâ in the attic away from the feds. later he tries to tell his dad but due to earlier misunderstandings he thinks âpoppopâ is actually referring to having sex with his girlfriend. and so he tells michael cera âthe mere fact you call making love poppop tells me youre not readyâ the auto-responder's line âsince we've already shot that wad's eventuality on so many dry runs of flustered ambivalenceâ is also an arrested development reference, albeit a much more subtle one (the original line is just âi prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run if you willâ) @random2908 asked: Maybe others mentioned this already, but the stuff about Poppop and the attic is a quote from the tv show Arrested Development. There's a bit where Poppop is hiding in the attic, only Michael Cera knows he's there, and his father is trying to give him a sex talk and misinterprets "poppop" as a euphemism. It's been a while, but IIRC Hussie makes a few Arrested Development references in early Act 6; fans speculated at the time that they must have just watched the show for the first time.
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Ah. I've never seen Arrested Development myself, so it's kind of wild to see a teenage Michael Cera for the first time. People say he has a baby face now, but he actually was a baby, here.
Anonymous asked: The dads aren't clones their eyes are completely different colors :P
Turns out one of them's left-handed, and that's literally the only difference.
@wickedsick asked: RoLal my beloLal @morganwick asked: "Huh, we're approaching the halfway mark of the comic and I haven't met Roxy yet. I mean, I'm pretty sure it's Mom Lalonde's name, but it hasn't come up. How could she make such an impact that I'd have heard her name before starting Homestuck despite only really appearing in half- oh. That's how." @abundantchewtoys asked: You try to control yourself and not overhype Roxy, but the S-tier on your tierlist⌠it beckons. @necrowyrm asked: So hyped for you to get to know Roxy, the greatest character in homestuck by a mile @elkian asked: God I'm so excited for you to meet Roxy. I'm pretty sure you'll love her for multiple reasons.
I can't wait! Like I said, I think she's very likely to be one of my faves. Hackers play with with an unfair advantage in the Sally Sweepstakes.
@manorinthewoods submitted: https://www.tumblr.com/darks-arts/757253456235053056/got-inspired-by-this-post-n-made-a-new-troll?source=share ~LOSS (1/15/25)
Don't get it twisted - this is who the Condesce picks as her VP.
@mrjocrafter asked: Any Bro Strider (and to some extent every Strider) analysis needs to be tempered by the acknowledgement that that's just what Texas is like. Like, one time I saw someone hold up a self-driving taxi at sword point. Texas is just like that.
Apart from a three-day childhood trip to New York City, the USA is a closed book to me - but I've heard enough wild shit about Texas that I don't think you're kidding.
@carcinogeneticist-writes-fanfic submitted: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuNgQEWgjwk Submitted for your approval: a full orchestra cover of Sburban Jungle. Possibly my favorite fan work of one of my favorite homestuck songs. Really captures that epic feel of the original song.
Dang. This fire burns hotter than the Green Sun.
@dedicatedfollower467 asked: i'm sure lots of people will have told you this, OR you will have figured it out yourself by the time you read this, but where DNA uses guanine, cytosine, adenine and thymine to represent information, its counterpart, RNA, actually uses a base called uracil in place of thymine. Meaning that uranianUmbra manages to both break the troll/kids naming pattern AND fit in it, in a slightly different way. UwU Anonymous asked: Concerning UU: Uracil (U) is a nucleotide that replaces Thymine (T) in RNA, which makes UU an -- at least in theory -- valid base pair. Compare this to how their chat symbol is a caduceus, and the constellation Ophiucus (traditionally, Apollo battling a pair of serpents) is sometimes considered the thirteenth Zodiacal sign. Anonymous asked: Fun Biochemistry Fact: (Almost) All the players using a combination of GCAT in their names is a reference to the 4 amino acids found in DNA (guanine, cytosine, adenine and thymine). The exception is John (EB), but who originally used GT only to change due to the trolls' interference. However, RNA, which 'reads' DNA to perform biological functions, uses Uracil (U) instead of thymine. I hope this helps your theorizing about UU! @3dgftw asked: belated congratulations on making it to act 6! from biologist to coder- the letter âUâ is almost as important as GCAT in biology, and for a related reason! while G, C, A, and T are the most common nucleic acids, theyâre not the only ones around! uracil (U) replaces T when RNA is transcribed, and this substitution is one of the reasons why itâs so unstable, comparatively. that, and the fact that RNA is a single stranded polymer, while DNA is double-stranded. itâs quite the headache for me- sometimes it feels like my RNA will degrade if I look at it wrong!
Huh. So the pattern arguably does still hold, for now - but since uracil is a component of RNA, rather than DNA, there's still an implication that UU is 'different' from our GCAT heroes in some fundamental way. What the hell is up with this girl?
Anonymous asked: The symbol that was similar to the Rod of Asclepius is the Caduceus, the symbol of Hermes (who I think is Asclepius' father?). Interestingly enough, the symbols are often confused with each other, which has led to medical organisations using the Caduceus instead of the Rod. I'm sure you already know, but if you don't, Hermes was the Messenger of the Gods, and patron of a lot of things, most notably travelers and thieves. Anonymous asked: Caduceus anon here. Small correction on my last ask, Asclepius was the son of Apollo, not Hermes. @likelyvampirical asked: Although both have been used in the medical profession, that symbol is actually the Caduceus, a symbol of Hermes, rather than the Rod of Asclepius. Although, the origin of the use of the Caduceus as a medical symbol is also thought to be mistaken symbology, so I suppose it's fitting.
It's possible that Hussie intended it to be the symbol for medicine, and simply got the reference wrong, but it's impossible to say for sure.
The thing certainly looks more like a caduceus to me, but I don't know what it would mean for UU to be Hermes-themed. Maybe she's a Player, and Hermes is her Denizen?
@skelekingfeddy asked: ok, some context on UU: basically, for more than a year the fandom had been theorizing about a SECRET 13TH TROLL. it started out as people pointing out that there were 4 kids and 12 trolls, so a 13th extra troll would make it so that itâs 4/13. then people realised, oh shit, there actually is a 13th extra zodiac named Ophiucus (one of the proposed symbols for which is the caduceus)! people even decided that their handleâs initials would be UU (because of Uracil, the fifth nucleotide base). the theory got so big, Toby even made a theme for UU as a bonus track in his Alternia solo album⌠âŚand now, in late 2011, here she is in the comic itself!!! she has the name, the zodiac symbol, everything. whatâs her deal? youâll just have to wait and see :)
That's good context to have, but I still have no idea what the implications are. It really doesn't feel like the trolls could have had a secret thirteenth Player stashed away somewhere, and we already know the pre-Scratch Alternian session was a twelve-Player one, too. Curiouser, curiouser and curiouser.
@aceotaku asked: random: it's only natural PM and Jack Noir were fated to be archenemies of sorts. After all, what is a dog's natural enemy according to cartoons without any real reason?
lmao, does this mean Jack's going to defeat PM by biting her ankle off?
@spiddermen asked: fun homestuck fact: shortly after homestuck ended, hussie came out as clowngender. everyone assumed this was just a bad joke for a while but it was not, hussie is nonbinary and one of the things I like about this second half of homestuck is that you can see them starting to critique the idea of gender roles a lot which I think is interesting. once they stopped working on homestuck they wrote psycholonials which explores these ideas and their thoughts on online society a lot more, it's really good
I heard about this recently, yeah! Apparently the official What Pumpkin press releases have switched to they/them for Hussie - who, if I'm not mistaken, uses any pronouns. Kind of based, honestly.
I'm surprised that this hasn't come up before, given how much the comic likes to delve into gender. I guess I just don't talk about things too much from an out-of-universe perspective, except to offer Doylist explanations for otherwise confusing plot developments.
@aceotaku asked: Your theory of Doc Scratch's Omniscience being based around meta knowledge of the author is incredibly clever and interesting and works really well especially with what we see of Scratch and Hussie after you made that theory. I also wanna bring up how he's my favourite villain in homestuck (I like his dark charisma and tendency to manipualte people while being upfront about his motives, goals and nature which i find unique) and am saddned by the many livebloggers who seem to genuinely hate him.
Oh yeah, I think Doc Scratch is great.
I kind of love to hate him, if that makes sense. He's totally awful, of course - but he's awful in a really fascinating way, that I haven't often seen in fiction. Above all, he's always entertaining to read.
@abibeur asked: One thing I like with the Betty Crocker propaganda is the obvious They Live reference, even if I didn't get it at my first reading. Jane Nada would be really funny⌠Even if there's another likely candidate to play a character with cool shades!
I picked up on the reference to They Live - but since I haven't seen the movie, I'm not really sure about the exact mechanics of the movie's iconic propaganda-revealing shades. One for the watch pile, for sure.
@abibeur asked: "Apparently his goofy lil' wave is a universal constant." This reminds me of another master of the windâŚ
Now that's a real Breath Player.
@calcamity asked: im rereading your liveblog for fun since youve reached act 6 (which features my favorite character) and i just have to say you have a great understanding of the characters. all of your pesterchum screenshot bits are (terminally funnily) in character. you could write some baller hs fanfic
Well, thank you very much!
I'm definitely going to at least write a fic involving my 'sonas, when I'm done. If I do have other ideas, though, I could easily end up writing some more canon-adjacent fiction, too. We'll see!
Anonymous asked: is jake english in the newtonverse called hass, just to tie this whole joke together? maybe the newtonverse is where the felt is the varnish instead, and hes like⌠hass brusher or whatever
Hass Brusher is too good. That one's 100% canon to the Newtonverse now.
@carcinogeneticist-writes-fanfic asked: New reader here who just caught up, congrats on making it to the EOA5! What was your favorite song of the four featured in Cascade? Savior of the Dreaming Dead is a top-tier personal favorite of mine, not just here or even in its album but in the entire Homestuck discography, and one of the songs I was most hoping would make it into the comic proper (not that you have to worry about that, I can def respect not wanting to hear any of the songs 'out of context' beforehand). Good luck with Act 6!
It probably was Savior of the Dreaming Dead, to be honest. It really sells how triumphant Jade's big moment was.
I also loved the section of the track that played during the Perfect Mendicant's transformation. The scene was already epic, but those chords knocked it into twelfth gear.
@krixwell asked: Curiously, as its card was stamped in the punch designix and used to alchemize a worn old hat, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias was "Oh no, not again."
Oh, that is a great pull. I need to reread the Hitchhiker's Guide series again sometime soon.
Anonymous asked: I never made the connection that Aradia's voices could have been coming from the Haidmaid before, but that fits so perfectly. I'm just imagining her summoning up a bunch of ghosts to constantly haunt Aradia and whisper exactly what she "needs" to hear.
That's pretty much what I'm thinking! I don't know if she'd have revealed herself in person, but she was absolutely behind that particular plot.
@aliceoverzero asked: I discovered this blog just before New Years and it's been an incredible binge-read. You've probably noticed by now that Homestuck is one of the most extreme cases of "you can never repeat the experience of reading it for the first time" due to the structures of its mysteries, and this was further amplified by the original reader experience including maddening wild speculation in between each wait for new pages to drop. Your deliberate pace with this liveblog and your willingness to slam the brakes to hyperfixate on details is the closest a returning reader can get to recapturing that feeling, and it's been a good reminder for me about why this comic has been so impactful to me. Thank you for doing this. Now that you've cleared Act 5, it's worth bringing up that while not present in the original panel where the declaration is made, the "most important character in homestuck" moment is expanded in Cascade to show that it includes both Lil Cal and Gamzee. This has prompted a lot of debate about which of them is actually being referred to as the most important character. Also now it's possible to talk about my favorite detail about Doc Scratch. His repeated use of the statement "I am an excellent host" has finally revealed its double-meaning. @leo60228 asked: so, what do you think about the alternate angle we saw the "The most important character in Homestuck fondly regards the miracle of a new beginning." panel from? @elkian asked: You may have received such a comment already, but during the "most important character in Homestuck" scene, Lil Cal was in Gamzee's lap. Either way you slice it, it's correct, but it's interesting to speculate which is meant. (Though ig one also requires considering Cal as a CHARACTER which is a bit unsettlingâŚ) Anonymous asked: Jade's laboratory falling seems to mirror Lord English's arrival. Also, in [S] Cascade you can see that Lil' Cal is also watching this happen. Does that make him the most important character in homestuck? @morganwick asked: In light of Cascade and Intermission 2, you might want to consider whether, now that you've seen the "miracle of a new beginning" moment in fuller context, the "most important character in Homestuck" might not have been referring to Gamzee after allâŚ
Thank you!
And... uh, hang on a second. Do you mean what I think you mean?
...ah, fuck.
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Murder in the Heartland Part 1
Here it is, the most wonderfully insane idea I've ever come up with and I've had some whoppers (Steve in a mental institution and Vecna's Timeloop from Hell for example). This is still the wildest. Only that's a twist that's coming up way down the line. My wonderful discord peeps @forgottenkanji, @dreamercec, @bookworm0690 know all, but you'd have to join my discord to be in on the secret (there are other lurkers there who might know, but they might not *shrug*).
Summary: When a serial killer strikes Hawkins, the police zero in on Eddie Munson. But when the last would-be victim Robin Buckley says that it Jason Carver who was trying to kill her and not Eddie, the police are further put in their place by an anonymous tipper who did all the work they should have done instead of going after clearly innocent Eddie. So Eddie becomes a PI to find this anonymous tipper. Featuring Mystery Writer Steve, who will play into the later plot. ;)
You will see snippets of Steve as the story goes on, but it will be Eddie's story for about 2/3 of it. It is also set in canon time for reasons that will become clear as the story goes on.
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Interviewer: Iâm here with Steve Harrington who has put just put out his seven novel in the thrilling Joe Keery books, âThe Hollow Promiseâ. How are you this morning?
Steve chuckled: Iâm tired. Iâm a writer, I spend all my nights writing and my days sleeping, so this is a little outside my normal waking hours.
Interviewer: Gosh I wish I could do that, but I chose to have a morning talk show instead. Wonât you tell the listeners about your latest book.â
Steve: Itâs about a series of murders in a small town and our hero comes to town to investigate and finds a bigger mystery than he anticipated.
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Eddieâs life went to hell the day Steve Harrington blew town. Not that he would find that out until years later. But then again people were more preoccupied with Robin Buckley swearing up and down that Jason Carver who had been trying to kill her and not Eddie than remember a kid being thrown out of his parents place for being gay so... yeah.
Well, okay, so his life had been hell a little bit before Steve blew town. But that wasnât as interesting an opening as the day Steve blew town. So he still had a flare for the dramatic, sue him. After all it was that flare that made him become a private investigator in the first place.
When Chrissy Cunningham had been murdered just after Eddie dealt her Special K, that made him the prime suspect in her death.
Which, rude.
She had been dealing with some pretty fucked up shit. Like being queer in a small town levels of shit on top of her mom being constantly on about her weight and her boyfriend pressuring her wear a promise ring. In high school.
Then another student died. A boy on the basketball team, Patrick McKinney, who someone else claimed had bought steroids off Eddie. Which couldnât have been true, not if it was performance enhancing drugs. He had offered to sell them to high schoolers when he first started dealing, but Rick assured him he already had someone for that.
Then another girl died. Someone Eddie hadnât known. He knew of her. But she wasnât even in any of his classes, in any of his senior years. She also didnât do drugs. Hell, Molly Masters was a known Straight Edger. She wouldnât have gone near Eddie unless she wanted to throw hands.
Which is why he was blamed for her death, actually. They insinuated that she had finally had enough of his drug dealing ways and had gone after him.
He even had an alibi for that one, not that it mattered. Playing in front of five random drunks and a stingy ass bartender wasnât exactly as air tight as it could have been. Because as far as witnesses go, they were pretty shit.
Then Barb Holland died. And that was a kick in the teeth. He knew who she was but only in a tenuous âbest friend of the girlfriend of the most popular boy in schoolâ kind of way. Eddie was starting to see the pattern, even if the cops didnât.
Then the final one which ended in the death of Jason Carver, Chrissyâs boyfriend. Only Robin Buckley was still very much alive.
But for the those first three days, she was in a coma. So the police spun the narrative that Eddie had been trying to kill her when Jason had interrupted them; saving her life, but losing his in the process.
Until she woke up and blew the whole investigation out of the water.
âIâm telling you Jason Carver was trying to kill me,â she said for the tenth time to a motley crew of Hopper, Powell, and Callahan from her hospital bed.
âNow why would he go and do a thing like that for?â Powell huffed. âJason was a good, upstanding young man. Captain of the basketball team. He loved Chrissy. He wouldnât hurt her. Not for anything.â
Robin let out a long sigh of frustration and buried her head in her hands. She looked up at them, weighing her options before she finally snapped, âBecause Iâm a lesbian!â
They stared at her blankly.
âApparently Chrissy was too and thatâs why he killed her.â
âYou telling me that Jason Carver, all American boy next door was a murderer killing queer kids?â Callahan huffed in disbelief. âThereâs no way.â
âAnd Iâm telling you itâs true,â Robin hissed. âPlus whoever saved my life and killed the rat bastard wasnât Eddie Munson.â She crossed her arms over her chest and settled into the bed, grumpy.
Hopper pinched his nose. âLetâs say we follow this line of inquiry, why do you believe Eddie Munson wasnât involved at all. You keep saying you never saw your rescuerâs face.â
She looked up at him like he was stupid. âBecause the guy that took the bat to Jasonâs head was wearing a short sleeve shirt.â
The cops all looked at each other in confusion.
Robin threw her arms up in the air. âNo tattoos, assholes! Eddie very famously has bats on his...â she looked at her own arms for a second, âright forearm. And whoever this Jesus with a bat was, he didnât have any tattoos on his arm.â
âRobin!â her mother admonished. Melissa Buckley was there to ensure that the police didnât try and twist Robinâs words into saying something that wasnât true.
Robin just shrugged, unrepentant. They were being assholes and someone should tell them to their faces.
âWell, shit!â Powell snapped, throwing his hands into the air in frustration. âIf it wasnât Eddie then who the fuck was it?â
Just then the door to Robinâs room burst open, startling all those inside. Officer Glenn Daniels came running up to Chief Hopper, a large envelope in his hands.
âFlorence got this this morning,â Daniels said, panting for breath. âAnd we wanted to verify its authenticity before bringing it to you. So me and couple of the other officers looked into it.â
Hopper opened the envelope, his eyes growing wider the more and more he looked through it. âAnd how much it of is accurate?â
âAll of it.â
âThere is no way,â Hopper growled, slamming the envelope on Powellâs chest. âNo evidence is that air tight. There must be some kind mistake or error in there somewhere.â
Powell took the envelope and looked down into it. His eyebrows shot up. âThere are actual fucking writings by Carver in here. Where the hell did they find those?â
Daniels just shook his head. âWhoever found this shit was meticulous. There are no other fingerprints than Jasonâs on anything. But there is a letter.â
Powell went searching through the envelope and pulled it out, handing it to the Chief, who read it, mumbling to himself.
âWell, as much as I would like to say the bastard is wrong,â Hopper said with a resigned sigh. âHeâs not. Or she or whatever. Theyâre not wrong. The victims wouldnât have gotten justice, not with them being queer. Jason would have been lauded a hero and paraded in the streets for taking out the trash.â
ââTo the police,â Powell read out loud. âI am sending you all the evidence you failed to collect when you were too busy trying to pin these murders on an innocent man. It didnât take a lot to realize the true connection the victims had. Iâm just sorry I was too late to save Molly Masters. She didnât deserve to die in that horrible way.
âOnce I figured out who it was, I knew that there would be no justice for these kids. Not when Jason Carver was who he was, and why he was killing his peers. So I quietly compiled all the evidence I could. His journals. His distinct lack of alibis for any of the murders. His emotional connection to the first victim, his girlfriend, Chrissy Cunningham.
âIâm just glad I was able to stop him from killing that final girl. But if she did die later, I hope Carver rots in the hell of his own making. No one deserves to die because of who they love.
â-Jasonâs Executioner.â
âWell, that ainât creepy as shit,â Callahan said sarcastically. âWell itâs not as though we could have used any of this evidence anyway.â
âAnd when is Eddie Munson being released?â Melissa huffed, pulling herself up to her nearly six feet of height.
Hopper blinked at her for a moment. âIâm not sure I understand the question, maâam.â
âThat boy is innocent!â Melissa said sternly. âAnd what? Youâre going to just sweep this all under the rug and leave Jason Carverâs reputation intact?â
âThatâs not what I said,â Hopper replied, low and dangerous. âAnd I donât appreciate you putting words into my mouth.â
Melissa crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down.
âHe is innocent of the murders, yes,â he said, âbut he still sold an underaged girl ketamine. And last time I checked that was still very much against the law.â
âI donât believe you actually have proof of that,â Melissa said with a winning smile.
âHe confessed,â Powell said in confusion. âWe have it on record of him confessing to selling the drugs.â He put his hands on his hips. âThereâs no way heâs not going away for the drugs.â
âUnder duress,â Melissa said smugly. âWhich any lawyer worth his salt will get tossed out in a heartbeat. You have nothing on the boy and you know it.â
Robin grinned up at her. âIsnât she so cool? And sheâs my mom!â
âStop calling him a boy!â Callahan hissed. âHeâs twenty! He knew full well what he was doing and Iâm not going to stand here and let you pretend otherwise.â
Melissa scoffed, eyeing him up and down with a raised eyebrow. âIâd call your dog to heel there, Chief, we wouldnât want me to scream police intimidation, now would we?â
âDonât make me arrest you, Mel,â Hopper growled. âAgain.â
Melissa grinned up at the chief. They had been on very opposite sides of the Vietnam War. Him having been in the army and her having been in the protests against the War. Hawks and Doves.
âAnd just what would be the charge this time, Chief?â she asked with a wink.
Hopper squeezed his eyes closed and then opened them slowly. He let out a long exasperated sigh. âEddie Munson will be released without charges by the end of today.â
But before his underlings could protest he held up his hands. âItâs either release him and sweep under the rug that some rank amateur or we donât release him and Melissa here goes to the press about how we put away an innocent man and get the national media up in our business.â
They stared at him for a moment before they grumbling agreed. Hopper bid the Buckleys goodbye and then led his officers out the room.
So how did Eddie know all this? He talked to Hopper, Daniels and the Buckleys and while some details varied they pretty much confirmed that how it went down and how Eddie got out on a âtechnicalityâ as the cops were calling it.
When he stepped out into the fresh air outside of the jail with Wayne waiting for him, he took a deep breath and let it go.
âI donât know how you can stand living in this hell hole,â he groused as he hopped into Wayneâs truck.
âCanât afford to leave,â Wayne huffed and started the truck. âIf I could scrape up the money to get out of here, I would and Iâd take you with me.â
Eddie gave his uncleâs shoulder a squeeze. âMaybe Iâll be able to get a job and get enough money for both of us out.â
âIf wishes were horses,â Wayne said ruefully as he pulled out into traffic. âIâm just glad you were released without charges.â
âYou and me both, old man,â Eddie huffed. âI was sure I was going to be Reading, Pennsylvania, Short Line and B&O railroaded.â
âGood thing Melissa Buckley was there when they interrogated her daughter,â Wayne growled. âOr you might still be sitting in that cell.â
âI hope you sent her flowers,â Eddie said. âShe certainly deserves it.â
âDelilahs and some of my grandmaâs shortbread,â Wayne confirmed. âI even offered to help out any handwork they may need in the future too. And if I were you Iâd offer your way around an engine too.â
Eddie saluted. âAye, Aye!â
Wayne snorted. âIf the way she tells it is true, some rookie wannabe detective is the one that provided the most damning evidence against that Carver kid.â
âWouldnât surprise me,â Eddie said with a snort. âThese backwater cops wouldnât know their ass from their elbow.â
âStill it makes you wonder who it was...â Wayne said softly as they turned into the trailer park.
âIt certainly does that,â Eddie agreed. âIt certainly does that.â
~
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
I am ridiculously pleased with the railroad joke. It still makes me smile every time.
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a composite (and ongoing) list of my favorite rollins fics! this is in no order whatsoever. iâm just sharing a few of my favorites from the talented writers that we have in this fandom. make sure to leave a kudos / comment on the stories to show support of these talented writers!!
⢠âlover, you should have come over.â by kalipersephone (a smutty fic about rollins trying for a baby again. very explicit. very good.)
⢠âagainst the windâ by anonymous (a post episode 7 exploration fic of heatherâs feelings after her miscarriage.)
⢠âheatherâ by blacklitchick (rollins runs into each other at a jazz bar. very cute and fluffy! the chemistry is insane and definitely has you anxiously waiting for more.)
⢠âremember you.â by sadisticpussy (a pre season 1 fic that explores robbyâs emotions after adamson dies. talks of grief / self blame. includes emotional sex.)
⢠âreach out in the darkâ by shiptastic (robby finds himself at heatherâs after the shift from hell. they have a long and much needed conversation about their relationship and envision what their baby wouldâve been like had heather kept it đđ so good but also heartbreaking!)
⢠âturkey baster method.â by knifetop (robby offers an alternative in helping heather try for a baby again đ. very sweet and romantic.)
⢠âcaught somewhere between a dream and reality.â anonymous (a fic that explores how robby and collins relationship came to an abrupt end.)
⢠âwhatever you want.â by apinchofm (rollins talk briefly about her abortion / kids. the conversation leads to robby telling heather he was willing to give heather anything she wants and she takes him up on that offer đ) / I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you (rollins angst ft jealous!robby and a sweet love confession.)
⢠âthird times a charm.â by thebelievers (robby and collins take advantage of the empty hospital floor that whitaker mentioned in episode 14. very smutty.â
⢠âa dream of some epiphanyâ by anncherie (robby offers to help give collins a baby. but her ultimatum is him going to therapy first.)
⢠âwhen the moon (and your eyes) is the only light we see by sara_wolfe (a what-if fic where collins is the one that finds robby on the roof instead. she calls him âhoneyâ in this and itâs really sweet đĽš)
⢠âthe plus oneâ by eternalmorsley (rollins au where heather needs a date to a friends wedding and asks robby to be her date.)
⢠âcrash into meâ by knownasbeacon (robby gets drunk and calls collins while sheâs home peacefully sleeping off the worst shift of her life.)
⢠âever thought of calling when youâve had a few? 'cause I always doâ by stormbornbxtch (another fic robby drunk calling collins after a wedding.)
⢠âhold me tight and tell me everythingâs gonna be alright.â by sadisticpussy (rollins as parents fic! filled with angst and comfort. robby has a hard day and comes back home to his girls.)
⢠âi said i'm sorry, love, i have no willâ by anonymous (robby and collins share a quiet moment in a closet where they talk about their relationship and what went wrong. very angsty and will leave you wanting to read more!)
⢠âi feel alive when iâm with you.â by apinchofm (a rollins fic that explores their lives as parents. incredibly cute and heartwarming. features robby being a protective!bf and dad.)
⢠âfor the first time whatâs past is pastâ by an orphan account (an everyone sees it but them fic of rollins being the edâs source of gossip. heatherâs foolishly rejected by officer underwood and robbyâs there to console her. the tension EATS)
⢠âbitten by your loveâ by sadisticpussy (a WIP rollins au of them as former lovers with a complicated relationship.)
⢠âif the time is right.â by shiptastic (robby goes to collins and a much needed conversation is had.)
⢠âfirst time & first time after a long time.â by midtownkitten (a rollins/mateojavadi smut fic. rollins is chapters 2&4!)
⢠âsolid groundâ by pettythief (another fic where robby goes to collinsâ after the shift from hell and realizes that he still needs her.)
⢠âwhere do we go?â by aliciaclarkisbae (collins ruminates on their lost child as she watches robby and jake interacting. very angsty but so good.)
⢠âi'm not in love (so don't forget it) by ptrichor (explores rollins relationship pre season 1! itâs five chapters and really good! really in character with their dynamics and their relationship.)
⢠âsatellites.â by lecham44 (a WIP fic that explores rollinsâ relationships during / before season 1.)
⢠âwrapped in youâ by anonymous (a short little smut fic of rollins having morning sex.)
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⢠âthe whole damn thingâ by NDN98 (rollins reconciliation with heavy smut. very angsty!)
⢠âdoes it count if it happened in the dark?â by eternallymorsely (rollins emotional cheating / actual cheating fic)
⢠âcollins and the copâ by rollinspitt (emotional fic of robby pining after collins after she gets asked out by the hot cop from episode 1. features a cute love confession from both.)
⢠âthe diner.â by anonymous (pure smut. rollins kinda have a love/hate angsty relationship thatâs different from the show.)
⢠âthe light, the dark, the truth, and my real name.â by ptrichor (WIP â follow what happens after robby goes to collins after the last episode. chapter 2 is now up.)
⢠âcranes in the skyâ by shiptastic (rollins angst and comfort. robby consoles heather after a hard case.)
⢠âhour sixteen.â thebelievers (workplace smut!)
⢠âgrowing pain.â saccharineship (explicit smut with robby being dominate đ¤. workplace smut NSFW) / The Perpetual Time Machine (exploration of rollinsâ relationship interwoven with flashbacks.) / âwhen heather met michael.â (a when harry set sally inspiration fic!)
⢠âsweet like candy to my soul.â knownasbeacon (domestic rollins with smut.)
⢠after the sirens fade by thereverie25 (exploration of rollinsâ relationship pre season 1! WIP)
#the pitt#the pitt hbo#the pitt on max#michael robinavitch#heather collins#the pitt hbo max#robby x collins#robby and collins#archive of our own#a03#rollins#the pitt fanfiction#everyoneâs so talented#weâve grown so much with fics recently#canât wait to read more!#will continue to add to list as more stories are posted
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Gravity Falls fic rec list...Part 2.
I should be grading writing right now, but in the spirit of procrastination, I'm going to instead post about my favorite new fics that have emerged in the post-Book of Bill era.
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Gen Fics
A Marinerâs Guide to the Unexplained by mariezies
Another fic that tackles the idea of Stan's criminal past coming back to haunt him as the elder Pines twins take to the sea. What I really like about this fic are Ford's inner monologues and in particular, the way he overthinks his interactions with his brother post-Weirdmaggedon due to the crushing level of guilt he feels. Bonus points for the incredibly adorable cat OC who joins the twins on the Stan o'War II. Incomplete.
We're Still Here by Simplistic_Apricity
What if Stan hadn't knocked Ford through the portal in 1982 and stuck around Gravity Falls instead? A bajillion fics have been written about this concept, but this one takes a slightly different approach as to the fallout from a Bill-possessed Ford attacking his brother as Ford slowly (slowly) comes to terms with what exactly he has wrought in that basement. The characterization and interactions of the twins and Fiddleford are incredibly grounded, avoiding melodrama while still being wildly effective. Incomplete. TWs for violence and medical trauma.
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Billford Fics
Not to sound like a 2013 hipster, but I do want to state that I hopped on this seafaring vessel pre-BoB and am delighted to witness the explosion of works exploring the demented, tortured relationship between these two absolute disasters. I've decided to let my cringe flag fly high and free here, with the caveat that I only indulge in triangle!Bill stories (accept no substitutions), as, let's face it, Ford is a freak (affectionate) and he loves his geometry.
Statement Abnegation by Anonymous
This one probably needs no introduction, but I'd be wholly remiss if I didn't include it on my list. A+ characterization of both Ford and Bill and it fucking nails the landing. Ford is taken prisoner during Weirdmaggedon, but this time Bill's playing for keeps. Complete. TWs for torture, death (temporary), Stockholm syndrome, and explicit sexual content.
apology tour by dolorous
There's something downright wistful about this story, which presents as "crack taken seriously" when Bill chooses Ford to be his keeper/chaperone as part of a Theraprism-mandated apology tour to those he has wronged post-BoB. Ford hates Bill. Ford sometimes doesn't hate Bill. Ford definitely hates Bill. And now they're stuck on the road trip from hell. Complete. Implied past (current/future?) relationship, no sexual content.
Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem by tempusedaxrerum
Takes place post-Betrayal but (so far) pre-Stanley arriving in Gravity Falls. Bill is determined to drag Ford into opening the Portal, kicking and screaming (limbs optional). Features an incredibly well-developed OC who is battling demons of her own when she has the misfortune of crossing paths with both Bill and Ford on a snowy evening in Oregon. Incomplete. TWs for violence, attempted sexual assault via possession, substance abuse.
Live, Laugh, Lather, Rinse, Repeat by ShibaIntuit
The conceit of this story is absolutely wild. Essentially, Ford eats a cursed piece of pizza and suffers from existential indigestion. The world-building once Ford is in the multiverse is delightful as an older Ford tries to renegotiate his past with a Bill Cipher of thirty years previous. Incomplete. TWs for violence.
as falls gravity so falls gravity falls by underwater_owl
A series of three stories that take a deep dive into Ford's subconscious while exploring the idea of the Axolotl placing Bill under Ford's mental power due to shenanigans you are better off reading about than me explaining here. Bait & Switch is the main narrative, which is a gen work featuring the whole extended Pines family plus Mabel and Dipper's mother, while Because & Despite and Cause & Effect explore the intense psychosexual relationship between Ford and Bill before and during the events of Bait & Switch. These last two stories really dig into the nature of Ford's deepest and darkest desires and the utterly twisted relationship between Ford and Bill. Incomplete. TWs for explicit sexual content (read the tags on those two last stories, folks! This author isn't, or is, I suppose, fucking around).
Snakes in the Garden by Miss_Ginger_Bread
Another Jimmy Snakes story! Because both Pines twins have terrible taste in men/demonic entities. A ghost from Stan's past shows up in Norway, prompting Ford to take matters into his own hands. Lovely interactions between the Pines twins, including a murderous, protective Ford and a Ford who is harboring a gigantic, triangle-shaped secret from his brother. Incomplete. TWs for abusive relationships.
#hello there#gravity falls#fic recs#okay now i'm going to work on *my* gf story#write write write!#stanford pines#bill cipher#stanley pines#billford
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Anyway some new updates on the Beast situation were made. Not going into specifics but a few of the things Dogpack was going into were either fabricated or slightly manipulated. Obviously this doesn't change what Jimmy did is still shady
Yeah, I've been seeing people saying that, so I'm guessing this is about SoggyCereal's 90-minute video "exposing" DogPack from 4 days ago.
But having seen the video, I think it is itself ridiculously manipulative in a lot of ways, and as of right now I'm hesitant to consider the source trustworthy.
In the final third of the video Soggy flies out to America and goes to MrBeast HQ in North Carolina to conduct some interviews with current employees who used to work with DogPack. He also later admitted that a MrBeast employee paid for his international flight.
These interviews take place in a room at MrBeast HQ, with people who are currently working for the company.
In other words, SoggyCereal contacted MrBeast and requested an interview with employees who worked with DogPack for his YouTube video responding to DogPack's specific talking points and calling him a liar for an hour and a half.
So, MrBeast prepared an interview space in their headquarters (with professional lighting, sound, and cameras all set up) and hand-picked some of their current employees to give pre-prepared anecdotal evidence that they thought DogPack was a douche who made them uncomfortable, and then heavily-edited snippets of these interviews featured in the video.
Soggy did an interview himself the next day (it's also where he revealed his flight was paid for) where he insisted that these employees weren't selected and the interviews were fully unbiased and unprepared, but that is impossible to believe. As far as I'm concerned, this entire portion of the video can't be trusted.
But unsurprisingly, MrBeast has been pushing this video like crazy. Multiple drama YouTubers (including Pyrocynical and Spill Sesh) have revealed that Jimmy had personally messaged them with a link to the video, and encouraged them to cover it.
People have been theorising that this whole thing is part of a ploy by the MrBeast company, who knew that this positive video was being made. The suspicion is that the MrBeast company had employees reach out to SoggyCereal and supply him with "evidence" that discredits and slanders DogPack.
He even managed to get a hold of the full audio recording of DogPack being fired, where he begs for his job back. He presents this as proof that DogPack is a disgruntled employee, like what MrBeast's PR team have been implying.
Okay, but like... how in the hell would he gain access to that kind of sensitive information? He doesn't cite any kind of source, he doesn't even claim it was an anonymous leak. He also gives a lot of other very specific behind-the-scenes information that disprove various individual claims made by DogPack, even claims that were mentioned for like five seconds in DogPack's original video.
In contrast, Coffeezilla, who was making a video on the allegation that Jimmy has been conducting fraudulent crypto scams (it came out 5 days ago), reached out to MrBeast repeatedly to fact-check, and MrBeast refused to reply, other than with a single statement from their legal team. MrBeast hasn't responded to any other allegation publicly. And yet SoggyCereal suddenly has access to a mountain of insider information and full cooperation from MrBeast. It seems likely they're using SoggyCereal as a mouthpiece to slander DogPack while avoiding making any kind of statement themselves.
Jimmy also commented on SoggyCereal's video itself on the day it was first posted, even though it still only had a couple thousand views at the time.
He later deleted that comment, because it's just a terrible look, and supports what we already knew: that Jimmy was well-aware that this video was about to come out.
There are legitimate reasons to criticise DogPack, as he has made serious errors over the course of this drama, a lot of which he has acknowledged (including the James Warren thing, which he was rightfully criticised for heavily).
And this video shouldn't be discounted in its entirety, as it has raised some questions about DogPack. It does expose some worrying factual inaccuracies in the major accusations, and does seemingly expose some shady behaviour on his part. So, those points are valid (although I do consider the way Soggy presents them as manipulative).
But people have been saying (mostly in clickbait titles) that this somehow exonerates MrBeast, when that couldn't be further from the truth. That's just how drama YouTube works. To get people's attention, there has to be a hero and a villain. Either everything DogPack and Rosanna say is true, or nothing is and they should burn in hell. There is no middle ground.
As it stands, take any of the clickbait tweets, videos and articles saying anything has changed with a grain of salt.
That's all this is: clickbait.
In my opinion, the situation hasn't changed significantly. The main takeaway is that MrBeast is even more desparate than we thought.
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