#they share this love of queen they are brothers they are stuck together. they are bonding. do you understand

[chocolatecakecas]

Sammy's Top 13 Queen Traxx

sammy boy don't you know who you are? why can't you be happy at the emerald bar?

happy 40th birthday sammy💛

dean's queen traxx || cas' queen traxx || mixtape series

[princessbellecerise]

Forbidden Relationship

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summary | In which the House of the Dragon characters want what they cannot have—you

warnings | Forbidden romance trope and smut, canon incest, slight breeding kink for Jace

this fic is eighteen plus. minors please do not enter

divider by @princessbellecerise

Jacaerys Velaryon

Jace was already betrothed, promised to your sister—the eldest as was he

As the oldest brother and future King, it was his duty to marry well and Baela was just that. She would make a good Queen, Jacaerys knew that, but she was not who he wanted

It was really you that the Prince desired; her youngest sister. Locked away by your father in fear that his youngest daughter was growing too fast. You were the most like Laena therefore the most precious to Daemon. But he wasn’t the only one

Jace had loved you ever since you were kids. Ever since he first met you, on that dreadful day at your mother’s funeral. He had held your hand while you cried and didn’t let go not once

When the whole incident went down with Aemond, Jace had attacked his uncle because it was you he pushed. He was defending you, as he would continue to do growing up

You had spent your entire childhood with Jace and grown into young adulthood together. You played together, rode your dragons together, and you loved together no matter how much Daemon tried to keep you apart

It wasn’t like your father was doing it to be cruel; he just knew that one day it had to be Baela that married him, not you

After all, she was older than you and wiser. Fit to be Queen while a third daughter was not

It didn’t matter how much you loved Jacaerys or how much he loved you, it just couldn’t be

Or at least, that’s what the people on the outside thought

On the inside, though, you and Jace shared a bond that no one knew about. A love that was pure and kind, like you both were

A love that could never be; forever hidden under bed sheets and secluded corridors

It didn’t matter to your father that Jace had snuck in your room plenty of times to take you. It didn’t matter that the future king had promised to give you heirs every time he laid with you or that he had fulfilled that promise multiple times

Jacaerys was an honorable man, yes, but not when he was desperate. Not when he was in love

There wasn’t a time when Jace hadn’t given you his seed, praying each time that it stuck so that Dameon would have no choice but to wed the two of you

He hoped and he hoped but alas; Daemon Targaryen was not a man easily swayed. Each night Jace tried to impregnate you would be contradicted by Moon Tea in the morning

Your tears soaking his chest each time that you cried, realizing that your father would never let up, and that no matter what you did, the man you loved the most would always be promised to your sister

Lucerys Velaryon

Hadn’t he taken enough?

It felt wrong; wanting something from Aemond when Lucerys had already stolen his eye

It felt wrong wanting you, the One-Eyed Targaryen’s sweet baby sister, when Luke had already taken so much

But alas, when Lucerys traveled back to the Red Keep to solidify his claim to Driftmark, that’s when he met you and has his whole life turned upside

You’re kind, that’s the first thing he noticed. The second was how pretty you grew up to be. But most of all, after all these years, Luke noticed that you seemed to harbor no ill feelings towards him, unlike your mother and brothers

You spent time with him when no one else would, showing him around the castle and explaining all the things he missed, much to the dismay of your mother

The two of you became close in a short amount of time and it’s no surprise that he ends up falling in love with you, and you him. Even though you shouldn’t, seeing as you knew better than anyone the animosity your mother and especially your brother harbored against Luke

Even your drunk of a brother Aegon felt bitter about it, but you…

Perhaps you were just young, dumb, and in love

Or maybe it was rationality that helped you put aside your feelings, hearing the story from Luke’s perspective and realizing he truly did think Aemond was going to kill Jace

Not a full excuse but it was enough to come to an understanding. Luke was a child, and so was Aemond. Yes, it never should have happened but it did and it was the adults in their lives that had failed them

Your mother and grandsire failed you by filling your head with so much hate, so maybe that’s why you fell for Lucerys so hard. Relishing in the stages of young, first love and the thrill of sneaking around

The entire time his family stays at the Keep, you and Luke have to dodge the ever watchful eyes of your brothers and your mother

Lying to her isn’t easy but it’s manageable, especially when Queen Alicent has much more worrisome things to attend to. She hardly frets about her second youngest child, her baby girl. Mainly because you were supposed to be under the watchful eyes of her lap dog, Ser Criston Cole

Over the years though, he’s grown lax in his position. Carelessly falling asleep on his watch, which gives Lucerys the perfect opportunity to sneak into your room

Sometimes, he brings books to read to you and you’ll lay on his chest while he speaks your mother tongue. High Valerian that’s better than yours and Aemond’s combined, the two of you always giggling and kissing under the covers

Other times, you’ll sing to him softly and play with his hair. Listening to his worries about inheriting Driftmark or not being good enough

Each time, you’d kiss his insecurities away and reassure him that’s he more than capable and good enough

When you do, Luke swears each time that he falls more and more in love

It becomes devastating, knowing that he has to leave you and the only comfort he’s ever known. Sure, Rhaenyra listens to his worries but not like you. You’re special to Luke, and though he knows your family will never allow it, he wishes to be betrothed

He doesn’t want to go back to Dragonstone without you, and so he doesn’t

One night, just days before he and his family are set to return, Luke sneaks into your room for the final time. Slipping past Criston Cole, he enters your chambers and sees you crying your eyes out

You don’t want him to leave, and it breaks his heart to see you that way. But maybe, he expresses to you, it doesn’t have to be the end between you two

You both have dragons, Luke tells you

And one day, your family would understand if you were to leave with him, to become his wife. They would have to respect your choices because surely the King would

Viserys would be overjoyed with the union, Luke convinces you. The king would be so happy that your families were finally reunited that he wouldn’t even care that you ran away to be with Luke

One day, everyone would just look back and laugh at the fact that the young princess and prince were so desperate to be together that they fled in the middle of the night and rode their dragons back to his ancestral home

One day, Alicent would cope with the fact that her youngest daughter was stolen away by the dragon prince. That Aemond would weep tears of joy that his baby sister was given to the boy that stole his eye

It would all be fine, is what you think when you do run away with Lucerys Velaryon, but you were young and dumb and in love

The consequences never once occurring to you until it’s too late

Aemond Targaryen

You weeped and prayed to the Gods for your good luck when you found out you had been assigned to serve the Prince Aemond instead of his brother, Aegon

Literal tears were rolling down your face from being so relieved, happy that you would escape from an unpleasant fate like the women before you

After all, the rumors about Aegon were enough make anyone quake, and while you were well aware that Prince Aemond was known for being cruel or indifferent, at least he treated people humanely

When you first started serving him, he never touched you once or did anything inappropriate. He was polite, always saying please and thank you which shocked you

You weren’t expecting the prince to be so…kind. Especially not to you, a lowborn serving girl

It took you by surprise, but it was pleasant. Pleasant enough that after a few months, you could safely say that you…enjoyed the Prince’s company

Sometimes, he’d be reading while you prepared his baths and he’d call you over to ask for your opinion

Or, he’d be in the library and decide he wanted a snack, calling for you specifically but asking you to stay even after you’ve completed your duties

You had to admit, you weren’t expecting to get so close to Aemond. Yes, he was kind to you but that’s about all he felt for you. Or so you thought

It didn’t take long for you to realize that the prince was doing all of that because he enjoyed your company. He liked being around you, liked hearing you speak when you discussed history with him and he liked laughing with you and sharing his sweets even though he wasn’t supposed to

Aemond enjoyed your presence more than a prince of his station should have, and you most certainly enjoyed him more than a servant should have

After all, it was dishonorable and down right illegal for a woman of your position to fool around with someone of such high rank

Prince Aemond was off limits, you knew that from the various warnings the head servant had given you. A strong message to all the servants that many have tried to seduce the princes before and very little have succeeded. If they did they were quickly disposed of and all but doomed themselves to a life worse than death

It wasn’t worth the risk, she had told you, especially not with Aemond. No, a prince like him had never and would never disgrace himself like that. He would never fall for someone like you

But if that were truly the case, then what were you doing in his bedsheets every night?

His cock disappearing in your cunt, Aemond whispering words of praises left and right. His lips were forever attached to yours, it seemed, never wanting to leave. Never wanting to face the realities that came later

He had told you he loved you time and time again. Beginning from the fifth meet-up, or maybe the sixth. You didn’t know, it had been so long, after all

You and Aemond had been together for the better part of a year and it was surprise that no one had ever caught onto you

They all simply thought that you were just devoted to the prince, as a good servant should be. Even his mother, the Queen, had personally praised you for exceeding your duties

No one knew that you had been so excellent because you loved him, and he you

No one knew, and no one could ever know as much as it pained you both to say

You had to hide your love with stolen kisses and secret glances. Behind closed doors, always, for knew Aemond knew the risks, as did you

And you both knew that if you were ever discovered then you’d never see each other again

Aemond cherished every moment he had with you even if was only in the privacy of his chambers. And as much as he hated sneaking around and hiding his relationship with you, he’d much rather love you in the dark than for you to be sent away or worse—executed all because two people just so happened to fall in love

It was worst his nightmare, someone taking you away him. He hated to think about it, dreaded knowing that day could come

He hated knowing that the two of you could never truly be together

For he was him, and you were you

The two of you forever doomed to love one another while being forced to pretend such a thing didn’t exist

[rafedaddy01]

Summary: reader and Rafe are enemies, but their families are super close so they are forced to go on a trip together where they end up sharing a room. One thing leads to another and they end up sharing more than just a room together.

Warnings: smut

Notes: this was a request. It was anonymous so I’m not sure who sent it in but thank you! Btw, I got ALL of your guys’s requests, thank you so much!!! I asked and you guys really delivered. I will get all of them just be patient with me 🧡🥹

You and Rafe NEVER got along. It was a mutual thing.

Anytime your family would gather the two of you would just spend the entire time arguing, about little things.

For example, one time your family was at Rafes house and the way he chewed with his mouth opened bothered you. You kindly asked him to stop and he went off on you. He is such a drama queen.

So when you got the news that your two families would be going camping together… boy oh boy. It would definitely be an eventful weekend.

“Great” you curse under your breath as you try to set up your tent but struggle. You hear snickering behind you and turn to see the eldest Cameron.

You roll your eyes and turn back around.

“Y/n. You’ll be sharing a tent with Rafe”

“What!” You exclaim back to your mother who rolls her eyes at your annoyance.

“Don’t make a scene! Be a reasonable person. You know Sarah has issues with you” you mother explains.

You roll your eyes.

Sarah.

She hated you and for no reason at that.

She could sometimes be worse than her older brother, sometimes.

“Fine” you grumble as you unzip your tent and carry your bag inside.

“Hi roomie”

You roll your eyes as the vein in your forehead try’s to burst free.

“Careful, one day they’ll get stuck like that”

“Good. Then I won’t have to look at you anymore”

Rafe steps back and places a hand over his heart, almost like you had hurt him. “Ouch” he says sarcastically. “And I thought you were starting to like me”

“In your dreams Cameron. There isn’t a bone in my body that could ever like you” your up in his face at this point.

He looks down at you with a smirk.

“Not one?” He asks smugly.

You cock an eyebrow at him

“Not even.. if I do this?”

His fingertips smoothly trail up your waist and arms, coming up to push the hair off your neck and he gives you a genuine smile before locking eyes with you. “Or this..?”

He leans down and places a soft kiss to your neck.

“Ra-“

“Y/n! Rafe! Come out here, we’re getting ready for dinner”

Your moan gets cut off my your fathers voice. You push Rafe off and glare at him as he looks you up and down before turning away and laughing.

“I hate you”

You walk out of the tent and go help prepare dinner.

The rest of the night goes as usual. You and Rafe have your bickering and the rest of the family gets a migraine from it. But something about this bickering is different, it’s almost like… flirting?

At the end of the night your too exhausted to stay up and listen to the adults blab on about business so you tell everyone good night and trail off to your tent.

Rafe was already there and you quietly unzip the tent but stop when you heart soft moans.

“Oh fuck” his voice is quiet but it’s audible for how close you are to the tent.

A smirk forms on your face as you decide to mess with Rafe yourself.

You sit there and listen to him touching himself when he says something that catches you off guard “oh y/n, shit right there”

Your eyes widen as you register what you just heard.

You unzip the tent and push inside, quickly closing it behind you and rushing to rafe.

“What the fuck Cameron!” You punch his arm as he scrambles to get dressed.

“Your disgusting” you go to turn around but are tugged back

“Come on. Don’t say you haven’t thought about it. All this love-hate game we got going is pretty fun, but let me have my own kinda fun now” he leans in to kiss you and for whatever reason you don’t move.

Rafes lips capture yours and it’s.. nice?

He softly groans against your mouth as you open wider and he sucks on your tongue.

“Fuck..” he breaths out as he pulls away.

“This doesn’t mean I don’t hate you”

You quickly tear off your cloths and watch Rafe do the same as you push him down and start straddling him.

“We have to be quiet”

You grasp his hard dick and stroke it a few times as he hisses at you. “Shit”

You smirk as you align it to your entrance and sink down “fuck, rafe”

You stay still for a moment as you try to adjust, but Rafe is impatient.

He sits up and grabs your ass before roughly slamming up into you.

You bite down on his shoulder as you try to keep quiet.

“Rafe” you whisper against his neck as he gets more viscous with his thrusts.

“Shit y/n, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck the best out of you”

You clench around his length as his confession

“Fuck! You like that don’t you. You little slut, like the idea of me disciplining you?” He gives your ass a little swat as you start rocking your hips.

“Shit, rafe” you grab your tits as you toy with the nipples and Rafe watches you with lustful eyes.

“I’m c-close!” You quietly moan as Rafe flips you over and slams into you repeatedly.

You clamp down onto his cock as he swells inside you.

“Fuck rafe, pull out!” You arch your back as your release nears.

“Shit shit shit” Rafe curses as he thrusts once, twice, and on the third time cums deep inside you.

He catches his breath before pulling out and his cum seeps out of you.

“What the fuck Cameron! I told you to pull out!” You whisper-yell as you push him off you and cover yourself with the blanket.

He runs his fingers through his hair and laughs as he lays down on the makeshift bed.

“You better get on birth control because I plan on doing that again”

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[megalony]

It's Complicated- Part 2

Thank you all for the superb feedback on the first part of this Evan Buckley series I am so pumped to keep writing this. I hope you all like this next part, any feedback would be huge.

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Summary: Things start to get tricky when Evan falls in love with his best friend's sister. It causes complications within the team. And things only start to get worse when an accident occurs.

Enjoy.

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Evan dragged his eyes away from his coffee cup and glanced over his shoulder towards the sofa where (Y/n) was sitting. His lips pressed into a thin line and they shared a worried look between them, silently deciding who would be best to go and answer the door and to hold off another argument, Evan got up and trudged towards the door. He tried not to run, to slow down and not look too eager or panicked and worried, but he knew his expression would give him away.

A spark of hope flickered to life in Evan's chest when he swung the front door open and saw Eddie there, waiting as patiently as ever as if he didn't actually want to come inside.

He had his hands stuffed into his pockets and his chin tilted up, but his eyes were glanced down. He still wouldn't look Evan in the eyes and that made his shoulders slump and made his stomach fill up with nerves.

"Buck," Eddie ran a hand over his jaw while his other hand stayed clenched in a fist in his pocket. He eased past Evan and paced into the living room, sitting down on the armchair across from (Y/n). "Nice to see you both dressed this time," He couldn't help himself. Despite the look he received from his sister who clenched her jaw and bristled in her seat.

"Lose the attitude, Edmundo." (Y/n) bit back as she folded her arms over her chest and curled her legs up beneath her on the sofa.

"What? Was I not supposed to be surprised when I found you in bed the other day? I wasn't exactly expecting to find you up there." Eddie waved his hand towards the stairs and tensed his neck when he looked over at his sister. His eyes were focused in on her so much that he didn't notice Evan gingerly sit down on the other side of the sofa, closest to Eddie like a child walking in on an argument.

"Well I wasn't waiting for you, was I? I didn't know you were coming over-"

"Clearly. Or you would have hid from me." His fingers dragged through his hair, toussling the curls and spiking them up in the middle of his head out of nervous habit. "When were you going to tell me?"

"Next week." Evan chipped in, clasping his hands together between his thighs as he hunched forward and tensed his shoulders. He didn't like this tension. These were the two most important people in his life and they were all stuck in a tricky situation. "We were gonna ask you round and tell you over dinner, hoping to soften the blow."

(Y/n) didn't like the cynical laugh her brother emmitted or the way he threw his head back like Evan had told the funniest joke he had ever heard.

"Yeah, cos this is just perfect," He waved his finger between the pair of them while his knee started to jutter up and down, banging into his elbow every now and then. "I asked you not to get involved with (Y/n)," The hurt in Eddie's eyes took Evan by surprise and he leaned back into the sofa, slouching down like he was giving in.

When Evan dared to slide his left hand across the sofa to hold (Y/n)'s thigh, he froze when Eddie noticed the action and raised a brow like a school teacher. The look made Evan shrink down further and sigh through his nose.

"And I've told you I'm sorry. Eddie I can't keep apologising, I knew you wouldn't be happy but I couldn't help myself, are you happy now? You asked me and I ignored you." There was nothing else Evan could say. He couldn't keep saying how sorry he was because it was wearing thin and the more Eddie heard it, the less likely he was to believe him. Evan tried in the beginning, he tried to be friendly with (Y/n) but keep a respectful distance.

It didn't work.

She was like a drug Evan just had to take. He had to be close to her, he had to touch her and hold her and have her and possess her wholeheartedly. There was no other way around it and deep down, he always had Eddie in the back of his mind and knew what he was doing, betraying his best friend. Evan couldn't help himself.

"And I was the last person to find out, that's what hurts more. Neither of you had the decency to talk to me, you didn't tell me you were moving in with him you just went ahead and did it anyway. You would have killed me if I left Texas with Chris and didn't tell you."

"That's different and you know it; I wanted to get out of Texas just as much as you did."

Texas was a different state, all the way across the country. (Y/n) didn't want to stay at home with their parents anymore and when Eddie said where he was moving to, (Y/n) wanted to go with him. She found herself a job and an apartment and travelled down with Eddie and Chris, never looking back. She was closer to Eddie than her two older sisters and LA was somewhere to have a fresh start and a new lease of life that was truly her own.

All she had done was move apartments, not to a different state. But (Y/n) would always admit that she should have told Eddie about the relationship first before moving in with Evan. They got too caught up in their relationship and being together to think about the consequences of doing everything secretly.

"Well judging by the fact I haven't heard from ma or papi, you haven't told them anything either. Are you gonna hide this from them too? You know what he'll say." Eddie raked his fingers through his hair again and took to pulling at the short strands at the back of his head.

He looked between (Y/n) and Evan, watching with a glimmer of satisfaction when (Y/n) shrunk back in her seat and pulled her arms tighter around her middle. While Evan looked between them both like he was missing something and it made Eddie grin.

"You thought my reaction was bad, wait til she tells our parents. I hope you know what you've done Buckley, you'll have to marry her now."

"Eddie!"

(Y/n) uncurled her legs and slammed them down on the floor as she sat bolt upright on the sofa, glaring daggers at her brother who shot her the exact same look back while he stood up to stretch and calm down. Her hands gripped the edge of the sofa and when (Y/n) dared to look to her right, she saw Evan's pale complexion and the confusion plastered across his face.

"It's the truth. When Shannon got pregnant I married her a month later to keep everyone happy. Did you even think if Buck would do that? Is this a fling for you Buck or are you gonna stick this out, hm?"

"Eddie for God's sake-"

"No. Buck has to tell me what his plan is here, he's got you pregnant for fuck's sake and you've not even been with him a year. So are you serious about this Buck, about her?" Eddie turned, planting his hands on his hips and cocking a hip out to the side as he waited impatiently for a response.

For the last three days, Eddie had been going through everything in his mind and he had come up with all sorts of scenarios and none of them ended well.

When he and Shannon found out about Chris, Eddie proposed immediately both because he loved her and because it was the only outcome that would happen in his family. Marriage came first, children came second. They needed stability to have a child and Eddie was in the army, he needed to marry Shannon in case he didn't come back from his tour.

Their family was hard, jumbled and a mess. Their parents were strict and harsh, they wouldn't agree or accept (Y/n) having a baby if she wasn't married and when they knew she hadn't been with Evan for long, they would not take this lightly.

Eddie had to know if Evan was serious about his sister or not. He had to know if he needed to worry that Evan had asked her to move in for the wrong reasons. If Evan was going to stick by (Y/n) and the baby or if he wasn't thinking about this as a long term situation. If that was the case, Eddie would blow a fuse and explode on his best friend.

Eddie's lips pressed into a very thin line and his chin tilted upwards, as did his brows when Evan suddenly got up from the sofa. He thought for a moment that Evan was going to walk out of his own flat in anger or a sudden burst of panic, but he didn't. Instead, he took three daring steps forward until he was standing right in front of Eddie, standing an inch taller than him.

His shoulders were squared out and as straight as a ruler, his hands were balled up into fists at his sides and his head was tilted at an angle. But it was the look in Evan's eyes that almost set Eddie off balance. He'd never seen Evan with something akin to danger and rage in his eyes before.

Evan was a calm, boysterous soul, not an explosive one.

"If you have to ask me, then you really don't know me as well as you think you do." His voice was as grating as gravel on the ground and his thick words left an air of tension surrounding them.

Evan was at the point of being enraged right now. He let Eddie push him, punch him and shout at him at the station and he was more than willing to let Eddie get everything off his chest and vent. But he wouldn't sit there and be accused of being with (Y/n) purely for the sex or the fun of secrecy.

If Eddie had to ask Evan whether he was going to stand by (Y/n), then he truly didn't know Evan at all and that stung worse than a knife in the heart.

His world had changed since (Y/n) walked into his life. Now, his world revolved solely around her, she was the sun and Evan was the Earth, unable to do anything but circle around her running himself ragged around the one thing that kept him from fading away.

"I love her. I love her more than you clearly think I do and I'd marry her tomorrow if she'll have me." Evan let his eyes dart across to (Y/n) but he couldn't look at her for long in case his bottle suddenly disappeared and she made him weak at the knees. When he looked back at Eddie, he acted on a rush of adrenaline and pushed him back a step. "So don't you dare stand there and act like I don't give a fuck about her."

***

"He still hasn't answered me back yet," (Y/n) allowed herself to look away from the road for a split second so she could glance across at Evan.

Eddie had left their apartment rather quickly yesterday and he hadn't answered any of (Y/n)'s calls this morning. She was starting to fret that things weren't on as level ground as they believed after yesterday. She thought the air had been cleared and Eddie would take a little while longer to relax and come to terms with things, and then they would move forward.

She didn't want him to keep on ignoring her, not when they normally spoke to each other every day. (Y/n) wanted things to settle back down, she didn't want to feel so anxious every second of the day, wondering if Eddie was ever going to forgive her and if their relationship would go back to normal.

"He'll be cooling off, baby don't worry he won't be mad with you, it's me he's pissed at." Evan reached out and curled his hand around her upper thigh, squeezing gently while he leaned his head back against the headrest and looked across at her.

He knew Eddie wasn't as angry at (Y/n) as he was at Evan. He felt like Evan had betrayed him, that he'd gone behind his back and it was as if Evan had seduced (Y/n) rather than fallen in love with her. He wasn't as annoyed with (Y/n) for hiding the relationship like he was at Evan and as much as it was irritating, Evan would rather be at the brunt end of Eddie's wrath rather than (Y/n).

"I know, but I don't like it. And I need to know if I'm picking Chris up tomorrow or not and he won't talk to me."

She could feel her stomach igniting with worry already and every time adrenaline pumped through her stomach and chest, she felt sick. She had to know that everything was okay between them so she could calm down and keep focused. And (Y/n) usually picked Chris up in the afternoon's on a Thursday and Friday and she needed to double check that was still happening.

"I'll try and call him if you promise to stop panicking."

(Y/n) pursed her lips and nodded, feeling a different kind of adrenaline spark through her when Evan leaned over and peppered a kiss against her neck. He squeezed her thigh again and grazed his teeth against her skin before he pulled back and dug out his phone.

He highly doubted Eddie would answer him if he wasn't answering (Y/n), but Evan would do anything to try and calm her down. He knew her anxiety would fly if this mess continued and he also knew her anxiety mixed with morning sickness was starting to drain her.

Evan kept his hand on (Y/n)'s thigh and started to glide his thumb up and down the inside of her leg while he clicked Eddie's contact and waited to see if he would answer or not.

Anxiety and adrenaline both sparked up in (Y/n)'s stomach when Evan's hand glided higher up her thigh and gave a sharp squeeze when he sat forward.

"Eddie? Hey, it's me," Evan managed a grin and looked over at (Y/n), surprised, relieved and confused all at once. He wasn't sure why Eddie picked up on the first call when he had left all (Y/n)'s calls to go to voicemail. Maybe it was the topic of their parents that was making Eddie ghost his sister. (Y/n) had said she didn't want to tell their parents, at least not yet and she didn't want to do it alone.

The last thing Eddie wanted was to explain to their parents that someone he worked with, someone a few years older than (Y/n), had fallen for her. Gotten her to move in with him and now had got her pregnant too. It would cause everyone a headache that they all wanted to avoid.

"Yeah… no we're heading to see Maddie, but (Y/n) was-"

Whatever Evan was about to say got cut off.

His hand tightened around his phone which smashed into his ear and got caught between his head and the window when an oncoming car swerved into their lane. Hitting them head on.

Evan wasn't sure whether the expletives and curse words actually left his lips or if they were just swirling around his mind that was racing faster than the speed of light. Pain bolted up the back of his neck, ignited in his forehead, burst in his left hand that was next to the window and shockwaves surged through his chest.

He could feel the car moving, turning and spinning and the violent motion clawed a guttural scream from the back of Evan's throat that bounced around the walls and echoed back to him.

It felt like he had blacked out, maybe for a few seconds, maybe a little longer. His vision stayed as dark as the sky at midnight with only a few flickers of light blotching behind his eyelids, resembling twinkling stars. He could feel every inch of pain in his body, he could sense the car had stopped moving and he could hear a car horn, a fractured, broken radio and something else that he couldn't quite place.

Nothing came back into motion until voices suddenly started to make sense in Evan's ears and he realised he must have blacked out for a lot longer than he thought when the car horn was replaced by the very familiar sound of sirens. He could distinctly hear a firetruck, a police siren and an ambulance or two.

How long had be blacked out for them all to arrive?

A groan left Evan's lips as he blinked once, twice, five and then ten times before he could finally see instead of just hear and feel.

He could see faces glaring at him through the cracked windscreen. Two people in florescent jackets were peering in at him and he could hear a voice on his right. Someone was at the other door. When Evan let his head loll back against the headrest, he glanced his eyes to the left to see why his hand felt like it was on fire.

"Fuck!"

His left hand had gone through the window.

Deep down, Evan knew he shouldn't have moved. He knew it would be best to wait for assistance to safely remove his hand from the window. There was glass imbedded in his knuckles, his fingers and his wrist was caught on a particularly sharp piece of glass. But Evan couldn't wait, he wanted to move.

A roaring growl rutted through the air when he slowly dragged his hand back against the glass until he could drop it limply on his lap.

He was exhausted. Moving that little bit had taken all of his energy, or maybe it was the blood leaving his hand that was making him tired.

Now that his hand was no longer an obstacle in the way, someone wrenched the passenger door open and crouched down beside him. He elbowed their advance to try and tilt his head from side to side and he weakly slapped them when they tried to put him in a neck brace.

(Y/n). Shit. Shit. Shit. She's in the car too.

"Get off… baby, oh fuck," Evan unclipped his belt and leaned forward, slumping his left arm on the dashboard to hold himself up so he could turn to the right and try and see (Y/n). His mind was foggy, his vision wasn't perfect and his head was pounding, but he was conscious enough to remember and realise that he hadn't been the one driving the car.

She was slumped down in her seat, her head slanted to the side towards Evan just like she was asleep on the sofa, about to fall on him.

"Sir, can I please assess you-"

"Buck! Buck what the fuck's going on?!"

Evan fumbled his right hand around his lap and looked down until he found his phone. The screen had a crack in the right hand corner, but somehow he hadn't lost signal and the call hadn't ended.

Had Eddie stayed on the line all this time?

Gripping the phone tightly in his trembling fingers, Evan thrust the phone to the firefighter he loosely recognised as someone from the 221 team. He was a bit younger than Evan and he was a medic, Evan was sure of that. He had seen this guy talking to Hen a few times when they were joined up on callouts, but he didn't know his name.

"Talk… tell him w-what happened, please." Evan shook the phone until the other man took it from him and tried to calm Eddie down who was now screaming so loudly Evan could still hear him as clear as day.

Evan's eyes looked back at (Y/n) just as she seemed to be starting to come back around. He took her hand when it started to move, wavering about like she was blind and trying to find him. As soon as he squeezed her hand, she started to cry. Her eyes were clamped shut but tears were falling down her smoke-ridden face and sobs and spit foamed at her lips as she started to shake.

She tried to move her head until the medic held her head in place against the headrest and was quick to get a neck brace clipped around her. Trying to explain that she could have nerve damage, but (Y/n) wasn't listening. She couldn't listen. She didn't want them touching her.

She wanted Evan to get her out.

His name tore past her lips in a desperate plea but when two medics leaned in and started to ease her from the car, ripping her away from Evan, she screamed. A horrific, banshee scream hit Evan's ears and cut through him until he was wincing and at the point of sobbing too.

Turning to the left, Evan fisted the medic's shirt in his hands and pushed until the man took three steps back and helped Evan climb out the battered car.

His legs didn't seem to work properly, they fumbled, buckled and wobbled beneath him like broken matchsticks about to come apart completely. But Evan made them move. He dragged his feet across the tarmac, leaned most of his weight onto his new colleague and scanned his eyes around the smoke infested scene, trying to find (Y/n).

"I go with her." He pointed until the man nodded and tried to help guide him over to the ambulance (Y/n) was being loaded into.

"Concussion, deep wounds to the left hand and possible broken ribs," The man stated while Evan gathered what little strength he had and hoisted himself into the ambulance.

He flopped down on one of the seats closest to the gurney (Y/n) was laid on and slumped his elbows down on his knees. He kept his left hand dangling beside his leg even though he knew he should have kept his arm raised in the air to stop the blood loss. He didn't care. As long as his right hand found (Y/n)'s shaking fingers and held her hand to his lips, he couldn't care about his own minor injuries.

"E-Evan-"

"I'm here, I've got you, sweet girl." He kissed the back of her hand and lowered his head until it was hovering over her arm to try and relieve the tension. It felt like his head had been pumped full of air and it was about to explode.

He hated how she cried when the paramedic tried to touch and assess her chest and she flinched, coiling towards Evan when they pushed a needle into her hand and set her up on an IV line.

"Oh no…" Evan's head snapped up and his body slammed into the back of the ambulance when he straightened up like a ruler. The action made the blood drain from his head and dribble down to his toes until he was seeing stars again and his vision momentarily went black. He could feel someone quickly grab his chin and tilt his head back when his body started to slump forward and he was grateful for the oxygen mask that was pushed over his nose.

The flood of oxygen made him cough but it relieved the pain in his head and allowed him to see through blurry eyes again.

"Sir, deep breaths. Do you feel sick?"

"No, no s-she's pregnant."

He forgot to tell them. He hadn't been alert enough to say anything in the car but the thought suddenly dawned on him when he saw the medic assessing (Y/n) for broken ribs. They wouldn't know she was pregnant and if he didn't say anything now they wouldn't find out until much, much later when something went wrong or they did blood tests and accidentally found out.

They had to know so they could try and do something to help the baby. Evan didn't even know what injuries (Y/n) had gotten, he couldn't see any blood except for a cut on her forehead. It was him whose blood was dribbling onto the ambulance floor like a broken tap. She could have any number of internal injuries and internal bleeding they didn't know about.

"How far along?" The medic leaned back over (Y/n) with a sudden rush of concern in his eyes and a perplexed look on his face.

"T-three months… nearly four."

"Pelvis is in tact, no distending organs… skin isn't warm or flushed." He seemed to be nodding to himself as he went along his assessment, pressing the heel of his hands around (Y/n)'s lower chest and down her abdomen to check for any iregularities. He then banged his fist on the side of the ambulance and leaned into the windoe separating them from the driver. "Alert the hospital we have a priority one, pregnant female. She'll need an X-ray and an MRI, surgery team needs to be on standby just in case."

Evan croaked, trying to swallow down a bubbling cry. It hurt to think about what they were going to do to (Y/n).

She hated hospitals. She wasn't going to cope with an X-ray, then an MRI, especially if that scan was for her whole body and not just her head. Surgery was the last thing she needed right now.

Evan kept tight hold of (Y/n)'s hand while he stood up, stooped over with his weight wobbling between his toes and his heels like he was about to collapse. He ignored the medic trying to urge him to sit down and grabbed one of the cardboard sick buckets from the second drawer down, just in time to throw up. He knew where they were kept, he stocked the ambulance like everyone else every shift and he could feel his lunch crawling back up his throat.

He was grateful when she took the bowl off him when the ambulance finally came to a stop and Evan knew he was finished chucking up his guts.

His legs still felt uneasy but he felt more capable of walking than he did ten minutes ago and he held onto the gurney with his damaged hand so he didn't fall. But he let his weight slump forward and practically slid out of the ambulance onto shaky legs.

He knew the trek in through the paramedic's entrance, bypassing the A&E waiting room and going straight to the assessment cubicles. But anger boiled up inside of him and he wobbled when a nurse tried to escort him to a different cubicle than (Y/n).

She caused him to let go of (Y/n)'s hand and that automatically made (Y/n) scream, choking on a cry when they wheeled her into one of the further cubicles, away from Evan.

"Sir, come this way and we can assess you-"

"No y-you don't understand,"

"Sir-"

"I'm firefighter Buckley. And t-that's my wife, I'm going with her, thank you." Evan sneered the last words at her before he stumbled forward, cradling his rocky, shaking head that was ready to cave in and explode.

That was right, wasn't it? (Y/n) was his wife, wasn't she?

It sounded right when it came from Evan's lips, the thought seemed to make sense in his mind. He remembered arguing with Eddie about it and he could hear himself saying he would marry her. Why was his mind so jumbled? Why couldn't he think straight? Why was he ten minutes delayed in giving information and understanding it? He didn't realise (Y/n) was still in the car with him when he came round and he didn't tell them straight away that she was pregnant and in danger. Why didn't he tell them sooner?

When Evan got into the cubicle, everything started to spin. He slumped down into the chair closest to the bed (Y/n) had just been manoeuvred onto and he reached out for her. His good hand curled around her upper arm until his fingers were bruising into her flesh and he lifted his numb, heavy, damaged arm up and flopped it onto the pillow. Not caring that his blood was now soaking into the crisp white linen or that he had now alarmed one of the nurses who couldn't tell straight away whether the blood was his or from an unforeseen head injury (Y/n) might have had.

He managed to register (Y/n)'s cries circling around in his ears and her nails scratching into his arm but it was her words that soothed him despite how desperate they sounded.

"D-don't take him away. I need him," (Y/n) could feel the world spinning. The lights were too bright, burning into her pupils and giving her a headache that mashed with the rest of her body and made her pulse and thud in pain with each heartbeat.

Bile rose at the back of her throat, pins and needles shot down her arms and her chest and her body felt like it was going cold.

But it was Evan's touch, loosening on her arm and his head flopping down onto her shoulder that made her scream in both fright and agony. He had gone unconscious.

"He's going into shock, move him now!"

"Don't t..take him,"

(Y/n) couldn't speak, her brain was turning to mush, melting and becoming stew in her mind. She couldn't think, couldn't feel and couldn't process anything but the knowledge that someone was grasping at Evan and trying to sit him up. She was sure she heard one of the nurses shout that he was starting to be sick. Then he was choking.

Then they were both unconscious.

***

"Sir, sir please, who are you here for?"

"(Y/n) Diaz and Evan Buckley, I- I'm her brother and I was on the phone when their car crashed. Where are they, are they okay?"

Eddie's fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his head and his other hand strummed horribly against the desk he was almost falling onto. He had spent ten minutes sitting in his living room in agony, waiting on the other end of the line for someone to talk to him and tell him what had happened.

He put a dint in the wooden coffee table, he had split his knuckles back open and he'd screamed so loud the neighbours came over in concern. He heard Evan scream. He heard his best friend swear and curse and spit and cry and the mesh of car horns and blazing voices and metal colliding with metal all melted together in Eddie's mind. He had heard everything and his sister's horrid scream sent him reeling.

He had been seconds away from hanging up the phone when someone finally found the phone and answered him, telling him they were taking the couple to Mercy General hospital.

After a quick, pleading call to his Abuela who agreed to collect Chris from school, Eddie raced down the motorway, calling Bobby enroute to explain that something bad had happened and he didn't know what the outcome was.

"I have a Buckley in room three… Linda, family member of Mr Buckley."

What about (Y/n)? Where was she? Was she okay, why weren't they taking Eddie to see both of them? Was (Y/n) not in A&E anymore, had she been taken somewhere else in the hospital?

All the questions swirled around Eddie's head and made him dizzy and too incomprehensible to voice them. He blindly nodded and stumbled after the older nurse who was already speeding away from him to show him where to go.

"Are they okay?" He gasped through each word, clawing at the back of his neck like it would somehow help him breathe clearer.

"Mr Buckley was a handful, he received a very severe concussion and started to be sick, then when he passed out be started to choke and convulse. We had to clear his airways and send him up to the third floor for a scan. Little bit of swelling but he's in the clear."

"Shit."

"Hm. He's got broken ribs and his left hand got rather messy, glass nicked an artery so he got some stitches. He began screaming for his wife when he came round, very distressed so we had to give him some morphine for the pain and to calm him down."

That sounded like Evan.

Although Eddie found himself halting just outside Evan's door when the words sank into his mind. Screaming for his wife. Evan and (Y/n) weren't married, certainly not after the conversation they all had yesterday. Had Evan told a white lie to make sure he knew what was happening with (Y/n)? Or had his concussion affected him worse than they imagined?

"W-where is his wife? (Y/n) Diaz, she um… she's pregnant and I'm worried." His fingers rubbed bruisingly over his jaw that was aching from how tightly he had been clenching his teeth together on the drive here.

"She was moved up to the third floor for some scans, to check for internal injuries. She sustained broken ribs and a dislocated knee… I'm afraid I don't know about the pregnancy yet, I'm sorry. If you wait with Mr Buckley, any news and someone will come down and talk to you. We're waiting to admit him onto a ward when we get a free bed."

"Thank you," His disheartened tone was evident in his voice and the light started to fade from his eyes when the nurse looked at him with sorrow before she turned to carry on with her duties.

Eddie turned on his heels and slowly opened the hospital door, trying to brace himself for what he was going to find on the other side.

Evan didn't see him at first; it gave Eddie a chance to look him over and do a small assessment. His friend, his brother, was sat on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling off the side and his right hand clasped around the back of his neck like he was trying to choke himself. He had his left arm bandaged and in a sling around his neck, something Eddie guessed he wouldn't be wearing for very long.

He had the beginning of a black eye and various cuts and newly forming bruises dotted all over his face and down his neck from what Eddie could see.

If Evan looked this bad, what was (Y/n) going to be like?

"Eddie…" The moment Evan lifted his head, the waterworks started again and before Eddie could close the door, Evan was sobbing. His face turned a very horrid shade of cherry red, his wet parted lips were swollen and blushing and his eyes were the deepest shade of blue Eddie had ever seen.

"Buck, how do you feel?" Eddie went to sit down next to him on the bed but Evan stood up before he could sit down. He pushed onto wobbling legs and swayed, trying to control his eyes that were moving in slow circles. "Sit down, you've got a concussion-"

"They won't let me see her! T-they're hiding her from me,"

"No one's hiding her, she's having a scan. Please sit down," With gentle hands, Eddie held Evan's arms carefully in case they were hurting or bruised. And he slowly nudged Evan until he was sitting back down on the bed, sniffing and trying to catch a proper breath. "Someone will come and find us when they have news. What happened, you… you were screaming on the phone."

Eddie already knew he was going to be having nightmares for months after what he had heard tonight. Evan's cursing screams and (Y/n)'s tortured howls were going to haunt Eddie for the rest of his life.

"Nurse said a drunk driver hit us. Can you call Maddie for me?"

"Yeah, yeah I'll ring and ask her to come down,"

"I'm sorry,"

His words took Eddie by surprise, so much so that he had to take a step back and lean down to look at Evan and make sure he heard him right. What on Earth was he apologising for? Evan hadn't been the one drunk driving, he hadn't done anything wrong. Not like the person who hit them who was going to feel Eddie's wrath as soon as he got hold of them.

As Evan continued to cry and cradle his head that was still on the verge of exploding, despite the morphine they had given him, Eddie could feel his throat closing up. The unfamiliar sense of dread dwelled in his stomach and his heartbeat started to thud throughout every crevasse of his body, making him pulse and shudder like a boombox. He couldn't feel his fingers anymore, a horrid numbness was spreading down his arms to his fingertips and he couldn't breathe.

He was starting to panic. He had been the one who had given both of them the cold shoulder. He wouldn't return (Y/n)'s phone calls, he wanted time to think things over and work out how they were all going to move forward through this and tell their families. Eddie had been too hard on both of them and now they were in the hospital.

If he had taken things better, if his mood had been lighter and more understanding, would they have been out in the car tonight when they were? Would they have been going to see Maddie if Eddie had changed his attitude yesterday?

Was their crash his fault?

[youraverageaemondsimp]

Love Once, Live Twice

Aemond Targaryen x F!reader [ONE SHOT]

warnings: fluff to angst to fluff, war, depression, s*icide, s*icidal thoughts, mentions of r*pe, character death, multiple character deaths, feelings of hopelessness, smut (not explicit), a happy ending tho!! Not proofread sorry

WC: 3.5k

You had met Aemond when you were little, after he lost his eye, Queen Alicent was looking for a lady-in-waiting to accompany her daughter as her daughter mostly stayed alone, lost in her world accompanied by non human creatures.

None managed to stay for too long, finding her too be odd and creepy, except you, you had always encouraged Princess Helaena's hobbies and showed genuine interest, and the princess great appreciated it.

You and her had grown close, and she had introduced you to her brothers, Aegon, Aemond and Daeron, Aemond was reluctant as first, he was insecure, his wound being fresh, he looked disfigured and he didn't want to frighten you.

But to his surprise, you didn't really care, you greeted him the same way as you had Aegon and Daeron and sometimes even sought out to him on your own to have a conversation or two and for the first time in his life, he felt that someone genuinely cared for him besides his mother.

Helaena had days where she just wanted to be left alone with no one's company, and you understood that and respected her privacy and her need for some alone time, the queen never really understood why because she thought you were close, but you had told her that regardless of whether they are close or not, the presence of people can sometimes be overwhelming, even if it's a close friends.

So you spent those days accompanying Prince Aemond, since you guys were closer in age, with him being only a few moons older than you, He had the same routine, train, study, eat and sleep, he would spend hours at the library after the teachings of the maesters to seek out knowledge of his own and you would often accompany him during those hours.

You both would bask in comfortable silence as you would read fairytales while he sat opposite and read about the histories and laws, you had tried learning but later realised that it bored you to oblivion, so you stuck to adventure, romance novels.

Those moments shared together in your childhood made your bond with all of them stronger, you had been the one to suggest sapphires for Prince Aemond to wear in his eye when he had healed and left an empty socket, he first considered emeralds, as they were green and he wanted to honour his mother.

You were surprised when he asked for your opinion, and your choice was the sapphire since you said it would suit his beautiful valyrian features overall better, and that it was also your favourite jewel.

And so sapphire it was.

Time passed by quickly and your and aemond's relationship blossomed more, you and helaena had also grown closer, she had grown quite fond of you, you both were good friends.

Aemond's nighteenth name day had passed and yours was coming soon, the prince had been receiving marriage proposals since his sixteenth name day but he had rejected them all, you hadnt really known why until your name day had finally arrived.

And under the godswood tree, after the procession of your name day had ended, which you had refused for it to take place but alicent said it was special and said that it was the least she could do for you, you went out on a walk before Aemond pulled aside and when the moon shone brightly he had given you a sapphire necklace before kissing you.

The kiss was soft and gentle, his lips moving against yours in gentle rhythm as you don the sapphire necklace around your neck, his hand wrapped around your waist while you held onto to his shoulder.

A shiver went through you when he pulled away and gave you a smirk, you slapped his chest lightly “what was that for?!” you whisper yelled and he chuckled before pulling you into an embrace.

“Mhm, is it wrong to show appreciation for my favorite Lady or her big day?” he felt his chest vibrate when his spoke, “You could've just gave me the gift and parted, yet you kissed me my prince, that is a very indecent behavior for an unmarried man and a maiden to partake in.”

“I intend to marry you, My lady.” he says and your heart stops for a moment before you pull away in shock and look at him, he looks down at you and cups your cheek, “Do not jest, My prince.” you say and grab his arms. He leans in.

“I am not, I do fully intend to marry you, I have wanted to, ever since I was of age, I rejected all those proposals because the one I had truly wanted was you, My lady. You have been with me through thick and thin, accompanied me since my childhood, and I assume it is safe to say that you have completely smitten me. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, with you as my Wife, the mother to my children.” you felt butterflies in your stomach at his confession, you embraced him again, in a silent agreement and also shyness, you felt him chuckle before he placed a kiss to your forehead.

Oh how you wished things would last like forever.

But they didn't.

They were not meant to.

You were aware of the growing tensions in between the targaryen family, and when viserys had finally died, hell broke free.

At first you thought things can be settled, and will go smoothly if rhaenyra had accepted the peace treaty, but she hadn't, and that was the final attempt in mending the drift between the house.

Your heart shattered into a million pieces when the maids had informed you that prince aemond had flown to storms end to give his hand in marriage to one of the baratheon daughters in order to secure their alliance. You knew it was foolish of you to hope that you and him would be endgame, you are never meant to be.

You remember crying to Helaena about it, she consoled you in her arms, your good friend and whispered loving words to you just like you had to her during all the time spent together, you were grateful for her.

You thought about confronting him when he returned from storm's end, preparing what you would say to him, but it wasn't how you had intended to take place.

The loud sound of doors slamming open and close in your chamber woke you from your slumber as you squint and sat up, legs dangling off the edge as you tried adjusting your vision to see more clearly, it was raining heavily outside, a tall figure strided towards you and fell to it's knees by your legs, pulling you by the waist before cradling it's face on your thighs, hands tightly wrapped around you, shivering, your nightgown getting wet.

“Aemond?” you questioned, noticing the silver blonde hair and the only response you got from him was a cracked sob, “I- i didn't mean to do it- i lost control. I- i didn't mean, im- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” you felt warm tears fall on your nightgown, soaking through the material before hitting your thighs.

“Shhh, it's okay, what happened Aem?” you cooed gently, shushing him as you brushed his hair in a way to bring him comfort, he finally lifted his face to look at you, you had noticed how soulless his eye was, the usual glint of light gone from it.

He swallowed thickly, “I'm sorry, for everything.” he said, and just then you were reminded of his betrothal, but decided to push that topic down for some other time and you sat quietly, waiting for him to open up.

“I killed him.” he says

Your froze before blinking and looking at him, “Killed who?” you asked confused, he took in a deep breath.

“Lucerys, My nephew, I killed him— I didn't mean- I just wanted to scare him— but— but— Vhagar was attacked by Arrax and I lost control, and before I knew it— lucerys was no more, his dragon was more— their pieces falling from the sky.” his voice cracked as he explained, his grip tightening around your waist.

Your blood ran cold, you knew what this meant, they would all find out in the morning and he would be named as a kinslayer, but that isn't what bothered you, it's the fact that his words would not be believed by anyone and that the blacks would strike the moment they found out.

“Come here, Aemond.” you lifted him up before pressing your lips to his, he lifted himself up, not breaking the kiss before pushing you onto the bed as he deepened the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, he bucked his hips against you.

“Do you mind? I know this isn't how—” before he could continue you hushed him and agreed that it was okay, you both needed this so desperately.

You spent the next few moments coupling, his hips thrusting violently into your cunt, as if he was channeling his anger towards himself in such a way and you took it and encouraged him to do so, it wasn't your first time, he had taken your maidenhead already, of course no one knew as all the times you've both spent intimately like this were done so in secret, he had neared his edge and spilt himself deep inside of you, sighing into your neck.

That night, you had comforted aemond to sleep, cleaning both yourselves up before propping yourself next to him, cradling his head between your chest as you whispered words of comfort and reassurance to him, pressing kisses on his forehead, you had never seen him vulnerable.

If you ignored the context, it would be a loving moment overall, but alas, it can't be that easy can it?

Things got worse.

A son for a son they said.

You clung tightly onto to helaena as he hugged the headless body of her son, jaeherys and weeped loudly, screaming and sobbing as the blood stained her dress, “my baby, my baby my baby” she kept whispering and cooing lovingly at the headless body, you hugged her tightly, she refused to let go of the body but you had pried her off for the guards to take it away from her.

You didn't attend the funeral, not being able to see the sad look on your dear friend's face.

Time passed by, and Helaena's condition only got worse and worse, she would scream and wail loudly, she was gone to madness, and you felt burning hatred for the blacks at this, poor Jaeherys, Poor Helaena, they had done nothing to them.

You lost any remaining of respect for them the moment someone had informed that their original plan was also to have Helaena and Jaehaera raped, but they had only succeeded in killing Jaeherys, You grit your teeth.

It was not until a few days later, in your chambers, when you were informed that Helaena had thrown herself from Maegors Holdfast.

You felt dead.

You watched as her body was retrieved from the spikes below, her face holding an odd expression of peace, you sobbed loudly, pushing through the guards and getting to her, the guards had tried to hold you back but you kept thrasing in their hold.

You screamed, begging them to let go of you, so you may hold your friend one last time, tears fell from your face down onto the ground before they all looked in pity at you before queen alicent gave a sad nod to the guards with tears in her eyes to let you go and they did.

You immediately cradled Helaena's head bought it into your lap, clutching onto it and crying loudly, you don't know how long you stayed like that, sobbing uncontrollably before you felt someone tug up at your arms and it was Aemond with a sad expression on his face, you let go of her and hugged aemond tightly, you didn't care what people thought at that moment, you sobbed loudly into his chest.

You knew he felt guilty, that everything was his fault, although you knew it was half true, you couldn't hear him treating himself that way.

That entire day was spent with you crying in his arms, him consoling you, you knew he was in pain too, he loved his sister a lot, you both mourned the loss together in each other arms.

Days, Weeks, Moons passed by

And with every loss, you lost a piece of yourself.

Aemond now ruled as prince regent due to Aegons terrible condition which showed no signs of getting better.

You were helpless.

You had always been helpless.

Even now, when you were informed of Aemond's death.

Aemond had told you about the witch he found when he slaughtered the strong house, Alys rivers was her name, she was a bastard of the strong house he said, she had told him that she would help him in defeating his uncle, daemon.

Who Aemond despised.

It was also the day you broke the news that you were carrying his child inside your womb, he was so happy, it didn't matter that the babe would be considered, he couldn't care less, it was also the day that he told you that he didn't want to marry Floris Baratheon, that it had always been you, and would forever be you, but he was forced to, as it was his duty, and you understood him.

You remember kissing him before he left, cradling his face gently, giving him a warm smile, he promised that he would return safely, and that everything would be alright.

You allowed yourself to hope.

One thing about war is that you should never hope.

Only fools hope.

You fell to your knees the moment you were informed of his death, frozen up.

How many more losses?

How many more?

You couldn't do this anymore.

You lost everything you held meaning for.

Helaena, Aemond, Queen Alicent who was lost to depression.

She loathed the color green now.

The people who you cherished the most.

You thought about ending it, just as Helaena had, but the dragon breathing inside you had stopped you so, your child.

You lost him, but he left a small fragment of himself behind, in your womb, your child, who was now growing with each day, your only solace in times of battle and war.

But alas, they wouldn't let you have it either.

The son of Rhaenyra, Aegon III, to quickly fix everything, he was wed to jaehera, was taken and put on the throne to rule, and in his rule, your execution was announced.

For carrying the seed of Aemond Targaryen, they would ensure that none of the green bloodline should carry forward.

When your head was placed in the guillotine, you thought about all the moments leading up to this moment now, tears streaming down your face as you prayed to the gods above, that if you were given another life, another chance, you would wish things played out differently.

Your last thought was of Aemond, the boy you loved and spent time with, you loved him dearly.

That was the final thing in your mind before everything went dark.

You woke up with a painful headache, groaning you turned over to grab your phone and check the time, 7:13AM, you sighed heavily before getting up from the bed and rubbing your head to soothe the ache.

You had the same dream again, although no matter how many times you tried to remember entirely, it would always be blank, you couldn't remember the faces, nor what went down, you just remember crying and feeling miserable.

You were visiting the ancient building of red keep not far from the city, from a few hundred years ago, it was last burnt down by daenerys targaryen before they managed to rebuild it and preserve it ever since, it became a tourist spot since there were no more targaryens to inherit it, and you would be going with your friends as a way to hang out and also make the time worth it since they were all history freaks.

You noticed a text from your best friend, Helaena. She asked if you were up and that you would be visiting the keep at 11AM, you had plenty of time you thought and got up and started your day slowly.

You remember meeting Helaena online last year, you both clicked immediately and she had come many times to visit you and recently moved into the city to further study in a nearby university.

You remember her telling that she had 3 brothers whom she cherished very dearly, she had blonde hair and silver eyes which looked very godly, it was only then she mentioned that she was of valyrian descent, and that her native home was in Lys, where back in history when Old Valyria was destroyed they all sought refugee to.

You snapped out of your thoughts and got ready, getting in your car and driving to Helaena's place and picking her up first before fetching the rest of your friends.

“Oh by the way! Remember how I said I had brothers?” Helaena asks and you nod, “Well one of them is visiting town today, and he said he'll directly meet us at the red keep since he was also here for tourism purposes!” she says excitedly and you smile at her, “That's great, hel!”

You had parked your car in the parking lot located underground the keep, you noticed many cars around, I guess it was to be expected as it is a famous tourist spot, although you would be considered a local, you had never visited the keep, you didn't know why.

You all made your way out before entering the gates, you noticed how familiar it felt to you, and you walked front, leading your group along and helping them not get lost, and after a while, you all decided to part ways and explore further and deeper.

You didn't know where you wanted to go, and so, you trusted your body to it and let your feet take you to where you wanted to.

They brought you to stand in front of a tree, which seemed to have been taken perfect care of, the godswood, they called it.

You were surprised how this tree managed to withstand such destruction, obviously there were noticeable changes than how it looked before which you found strange, as it was your first time seeing this tree. You were lost in your thought until a voice broke you out of it.

“Y/n...?”

Your body froze, and your heart started beating loudly, that voice.

You recognized it.

You slowly turned around to look at the source.

And then as if on cue, a strong wind blew your direction, as you felt your head pang in painful ways before you remembered it all.

The dreams you saw, weren't dreams.

Those faces were now complete, all puzzles fell into place together.

It felt like someone was trying to mix oil and water in your brain, the overwhelming memories of you.

You let out a sob.

“A-Aemond?” your voice cracked and tears dripped from his eyes before he smiled and rushed to you, embracing you tightly, you hugged him back, taking in his scent.

“I missed you, I missed you.” he hugged you tightly, afraid that if he let's you go, he would lose you again, slowly you were running out of breath so you pulled apart before smiling up at him.

“I missed you too.” you say, no other words were exchanged between you both, you basked in the realisation that Aemond was back, you felt him kiss your forehead.

“I promised I would return didn't I?” Aemond spoke, trying to joke, you punched his chest lightly, “Yeah, and what? It took you 500 years almost.” you rolled your eyes playfully and he chuckled at that

“I guess you two found each other huh...” you hear Helaena's voice and you look at her, a smile wounding up your face before you pulled away from Aemond and went and hugged her.

“How long have you remembered?” you asked, “This morning, I had a dream.” she says and you tell her the same thing.

“It seems the gods have decided to reunite us all again.” Helaena said and you smiled, you knew remembering your past life would also bring in the sorrow.

Helaena remembering that she lost her child, and you too.

But all that didn't matter now, she and you both knew it was a new life, and she currently didn't have sons, nor was she married to her brother, and neither was there war.

Things were different.

You smiled at that, the gods heard your cries and pleas, and acknowledged all of the pain you went through.

“You know Aemond, you better keep your word this time about marrying me, otherwise maybe I'll go on dates and get myself a boyfriend.” you say playfully and he nudges your shoulder at that.

“I'll kill him.” he says so seriously that it has you and helaena laughing.

Things were perfect.

And they stayed that way.

[anitalenia]

𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙈 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆‎♡‧₊˚

꒰ঌ definition ໒꒱ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷   𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠. 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑥 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ below you will find sub genres under this category, as well as some useful pairings for this trope. for educational writing purposes — contains dark content <3

note: several of these can also be used in other tropes as well, just depends on how you write it and interpret it. Also, this is strictly woman x multiple men because reverse harem is just that. Harem is man x multiple women, ergo reverse harem

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A being hunted by a group of people — the circumstance can be interpreted in many different ways (can be a game between them as to who gets her first)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A being passed around a friend group

₊˚⊹.* ♡ multiple yandere loving person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A lost somewhere and taken to the home of person B, where multiple suitors await to take care of her

₊˚⊹.* ♡ demon brothers and their love (person A) — obey me! anyone ???

₊˚⊹.* ♡ kings and their favorite princess

₊˚⊹.* ♡ multiple boys at school wanting person A (like in anime’s where every boy has a vastly different personality / social status)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ enemy vampire clans wanting person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ werewolves sharing person A in the pack

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A’s professors find other ways to help her grades

₊˚⊹.* ♡ men of different species wanting person A (dark fantasy au) — like elf king wants person A, rogue werewolf wants person A, vampire lord wants person A, etc.

₊˚⊹.* ♡ stuck in a house with your captors (kidnapped au)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ biker gang x waitress who serves them

₊˚⊹.* ♡ angels x demons fighting for person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ kings x maid

₊˚⊹.* ♡ rivaling princes of different nations x princess of one — they come together in their want for her (can be kings too ig)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ criminal x cop partner x best friend wanting cop!person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ its mating season for monsters and they all want person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is the only human in the monster clan

₊˚⊹.* ♡ queen x servants (where person A is the one in control / the dominant one)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A and her group of boys she grew up with

₊˚⊹.* ♡ sorceress x her creations

₊˚⊹.* ♡ servant x princes ( can be demon brothers, any kind of royalty, where person A is hired to be their servant)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ multiple psychos playing a game with person A to see who can get them first

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is a criminal being hunted by multiple bounty hunters / cops

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is stalked by a group of men then later taken by them

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is the new farm hand or new to a farm x cowboys

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is the creation of person B, but she gets passed around to his partners with his permission — maybe her needs need to be met by more than just one person (person B is the main partner, but lets others use person A)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ bouncing off that idea, person B is the main partner of person A but person B’s partners / brothers / friends also want person A so he allows it

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A and all her step brothers

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x her step brother and his best friends

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x her step dad and his best friends

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x her bosses

₊˚⊹.* ♡ succubus x demon men who love offering their services (can be human but humans die so do what you will)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x incubus men who always come to her

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x vampire coven

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A on house arrest x her security guards ( a lot of ways this can be twisted — different species, different circumstances, etc. )

₊˚⊹.* ♡ princess x her bodyguards

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is a scientist studying alien life forms — they take turns using her so she can “study better”

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is traded to a dark king in return for her kingdoms safety (whatever reason you want), only to be shared between him and his royal court (including brothers & best friends)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is a highly fertile woman in a dystopian world, shared amongst lords in hopes to reproduce

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x the men sent to kill her

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A passed around between the Zodiac (as in the twelve Zodiac signs — dark fantasy)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ omegaverse — person A is passed around between the Alpha and his betas

₊˚⊹.* ♡ omegaverse — person A is passed around multiple Alphas

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x powerful gods who want her for themselves

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x dragon princes

₊˚⊹.* ♡ princess who gets kidnapped by pirates (doesn’t have to be a princess obvi but regardless she getting passed around the ship)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ villain x the men sent to watch her and keep her in check — bonus if at least one of the men is strongly on the hero’s side but can’t deny his attraction to her

₊˚⊹.* ♡ alice in wonderland au — person A is new to the world and taken under the care of person B. person B takes them home and is introduced to all the men there. some are also just introduced at some point and want person A (like white queen and red queen are really sexy menz, werewolf boy, twin boys, yk yk. Im trying not to make this too long but I already did)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x the lost boys — person A is lost and/or new to the world and is found by the lost boys (lowkey dark fantasy peter pan au)

[mortalfaerie]

𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕤' 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 (+ 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕖𝕟𝕒) (pt 1)

this concept is stuck in my brain so...

your were always in the shadow of your twin, jacaerys. he was born only ten minutes before you, but in doing so had outshined you for a lifetime.

while your grandfather might have bent the law further for you if you had been born first, he wouldn't do so for the rest of the realm - and being a girl, the birth of your immediately younger brother meant you wouldn't inherit driftmark, either.

that's not to say that you didn't love your brothers - they were your closest friends, especially after your mother had moved your family to dragonstone.

you missed your aunt helaena, however. at only two years your elder, she was more like a cousin or a sister to you, and as the only other girl you two had idled away long hours with tedious septas together.

for the first few months you wrote faithfully to eachother, but after the disaster at your aunt laena's funeral, an irrevocable schism has opened between factions of your family.

from that day, two more years would pass before you saw her again.

when helaena was thirteen, she came to dragonstone to claim a dragon. it was a cold and diplomatic trip which the king was too ill to attend and the queen had flatly refused to consider, and so the hand of the king escorted her along with a platoon of guards.

you were eleven years old, clasping hands with your twin on the windy shores of dragonstone as the princess' boat came ashore. all of you, even joffrey were ill at ease during this first meeting of factions in years. but, when the princess pulled back the hood of her cloak and stepped onto the beach, you found your heart hammering for an entirely different reason.

helaena had grown taller and more beautiful since you last saw her, though she seemed completely unaware of it as she anxiously took in her surroundings. she had all the beauty of the targaryen line in her, and the beginnings of what would make her a regal looking woman one day. and yet, she was softer in her features and appearance than the rest of your family in a way that was completely disarming.

though the feel of her visit was detatched and lacked the warmth of a family reunion, you found every excuse to seek her out over the duration of it. at first she was wary of you, no doubt because of your brothers and stepsisters and the role they had played in her brother's injury. after a few days though, she warmed and you slipped into a rapport like that before you had left for the island castle.

when it came time to venture up the dragonmont in search of a dragon, you begged and pleaded your mother to allow you to come with the princess - after all, your egg had never hatched and you lacked a dragon as well - and after exhausting the crown princess she relented.

on the dragonmont with a mixture of red keep guards and those loyal to rhaenyra, you and helaena camped on the mount for days, venturing to a different part of the mountain each day in search of dragons. at night, you shared a tent and kept eachother awake giggling and telling stories.

on the sixth day on the dragonmont, you met with the dragons dreamfyre and silverwing, who had belonged to two queens and sisters before you. after the pair of you successfully mounted the dragons and took to the skies, you returned to the beach of dragonstone with a renewed fire inside of each of you.

the night you returned to dragonstone's castle, a feast was held to jointly celebrate two dragons being claimed. you and helaena danced joyfully as the musicians played, and eventually you fell back to let your twin take your place. it was then you felt the first twist of jealousy in your stomach as jace made her laugh.

you snuck into the chamber helaena was staying in that night to recreate the little would you had when sharing a tent. that night, she had said to you before falling asleep, "you and i shall be bonded forever. dragon-bonded," she had said dreamily, then added, "soul-sworn."

before you could ask what she had meant by that, she was asleep.

[ranchclan]

Moon 0 Allegiances

RANCHCLAN

Leader

Honeystar | 70m | F | she/he/they | charismatic, skilled mediator, & steady paws | 9 lives remaining |

One of the two barn cats who gave up part of their personal territory to found the clan. Honey, the more charismatic of the two, convinced others with the help of Lemonflower to gather loners, rogues, and kittypets. Their camp is the ranch Honeystar’s ancestors protected long ago. Apprentice: Milkpaw

Deputy

Inkyfern | 46m | F | she/they | faithful, great mediator |

Inky was a kittypet from the cowplace, but left along with her last kit -Lavenderkit, but with the faith that cats could protect each other as a community, and a newfound respect and belief in Starclan. Apprentice: Laurelpaw

Clerics

Lemonflower | 65m | M | he/she/they | fierce, gardener, & prophecy interpreter |

Lemon was a loner who received a vision from his ancestor Berrypaw, to persuade nearby cats to join together as Ranchclan, and proved that Starclan would give Honeystar their nine lives in the gold mine deep within the mountain. He hears the whispers of Starclan often, although Berrypaw isn’t nearly as communicative as he’d like. He helped maintain the garden long left behind, building the infrastructure of the camp. Joined with younger sister Whimsy, and nephling Hollowpaw

Warriors

Robinclover | 114m | M | he/him | unnatural senses, good teacher |

Older sibling to Honeystar, Robinclover was less than pleased about sharing the territory, and is overwhelmed with the amount of cats in the space he calls home. Little old, little crotchety, but incredibly skilled. Apprentice: Hollowpaw

Sunnystep | 59m | M | he/they | loving, amazing hunter |

Sunny was a loner from farther up towards the town area, who came when he learned of the safety in numbers the clan provided. He joined with his niece Milkpaw - after her mom/his sister was hit by a monster on the Lightning Path.

Whimsydusk | 24m | F | she/her | adventurous, crafter, & good storyteller

Whimsy is a loner who unfortunately got pregnant rather young, and stuck around her older brother Lemonflower in the local area. She has her single kitten, Hollowpaw, who is both like a child and a younger sibling to her. Whimsy relies on Lemonflower to get her out of trouble when she goes too far, and can get caught up in tall tales and big ideas.

Apprentices

Hollowpaw | 11m | NB | they/she | shameless, lover of stories | Mentor: Robinclover |

Almost as wild, and just as creative, Hollowpaw isn’t afraid of anything. They love stories and play acting.

Laurelpaw | 10m | F | she/her | compassionate, active imagination | Mentor: Inkyfern |

Laurelpaw comes from rival clan Valleyclan, leaving when warmed by the strength and determination of Ranchclan - and difficulties in their old clan. She’s imaginative and loves playing games and telling stories with Hollowpaw. Because she was a clan cat previously, Laurelpaw almost ends up practically mentoring Inkyfern instead if the other way around. Inkyfern appreciates the perspective from a clan cat who’s seen what makes a clan work - and what doesn’t.

Milkpaw | 7m | F | she/her | charismatic, constantly climbing | Mentor: Honeystar |

Milkpaw joined with her uncle Sunnystep soon after her mom dies on the Lightning Path, they’re active and outgoing, if a bit of a daydreamer.

Queens/Kits

Lavenderkit | 5m | F | she/they | unruly, splashes in puddles | Parent: Inkyfern |

Constantly up to no good, Lavenderkit is living up to their newfound freedom and exploring all the territory has to offer.

[entomjinx]

Strawhat polycule (+Vivi and Law) HCs

I was asked for some on twitter and I popped off there, so here they are! I have a ton more but this is what I'm posting now. Feel free to add more in the replies/reblogs!

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-at first it was completely unspoken! No one called it a relationship or really talked about it, they just existed together

-(also Chopper is like. Collectively everyone's kid/little brother like figure so he is not a part of the poly, but he's definitely a part of the cuddle piles!)

-Zoro Luffy and Nami got together first. They were in that dinghy together for so long and they knew so much random bullshit about one another by the end of it. It's part of what absolutely crushed Nami when she left to go back to cocoyashi, because even though it'd never been said out loud, she'd come to care so much for those two, and she was starting to care so much for Usopp too.

-Usopp was pulled into a cuddle session on the deck of the Merry within two days of joining, and he'd never felt so safe and cared for. He's hesitant to join in without being directly invited each time until post water 7, but Luffy has no problem just dragging him in every time.

-Sanji was the second hardest to get to join the cuddle piles. It took at least a month, and Nami dragging him in herself. She stuck him right between her and Zoro, and well. While Sanji won't say it to his face, Zoro is very very comfy to lay on, and waking up being held by him and Nami made him feel so cared for.

-Robin takes the place of most difficult strawhat to snuggle- until post Enies Lobby. After all they went through, after realizing that's it's okay to want to to live again and to want things for herself? She will just go and sit against whoever is still at the moment to read.

-Jmbei and Franky are always down for the cuddles piles too. Franky will wrap blankets around his metal parts to make them more comfortable, and Jimbei is big a huggable always!

-Brook loves the cuddle pile tradition and any and all physical affection. He was alone for so long that he was dealing with touch starvation... he cried during that first crew cuddle pile... or he would have if he had eyes! Yohohohoho skull joke!

-Vivi! Vivi sits with Nami while she draws her maps! Nami helps do her hair in the morning!

-Vivi likes to sit in the kitchen with Sanji and tell him about dishes from Alabasta! He makes them as similar as possible without the needed ingredients, and when they get to Alabasta, those are some of the first things he buys.

-Zoro teaches Vivi knife tricks to use with her peacock slashers, and how to properly use weights to train with. She chews him out for pushing himself too much when he does things he told her never to do. She's one of the few people who can actually get him to rest.

-Usopp and Vivi share stories! Vivi tells him all about Alabastan myths so he can use them in the tall-tales and he tells her the stories of East blue, both exaggerated and non-exaggerated!

-Luffy teaches her how to throw a proper punch after watching her hurt her hand practicing. What she was doing was working, but it wasn't super sustainable.

-One Time she and Luffy have a conversation about ruling. She will be the queen of Alabasta, and he the pirate king, so it felt fitting to talk about it. Goa gets brought up, and Luffy tells her she'll be a much better queen than Goa's ruling family because her people will be free under her. Because she cares about them.

-leaving Vivi behind in Alabasta hurt them all so much. They sneak letters and denden calls back to her as often as possible.

-Zoro and Sanji still bicker like an old married couple and have their rivalry but they tend to sleep closer together than most. Zoro's a walking heater and Sanji gets cold in his sleep so.

-Sanji pays very close attention to everyone's favorite foods so he can make them as often as possible, but he also pays attention to their comfort foods so he can make them when they're feeling down.

-Zoro pretends he doesn't like sweets. He does, but if he eats them he HAS to brush his teeth after because the thought of his teeth weakening too much to hold a blade concerns him greatly.

-When Sanji notices, he starts making some dishes that taste sweet but have less sugar in them for Zoro.

-Makino used to buy Mikans all the way from cocoyashi, and when Luffy realized that Nami's Mikan Juice recipe is the one that Makino got from the person she bought mikans from, he got so excited. He gets so excited when Nami makes it.

-Nami and Zoro go out drinking with one another in ports all the time. Zoro watches her back while she cheats at cards, and he helps keep creepy guys away. Nami flirts with all the women who try to flirt with Zoro. He's bisexual as all hell, but sometimes women can be creepy too. They will challenge people to try and out drink them, and people loose that bet all the time.

-Once Nami realized just how into Fashiom Sanji was? Endgame. She drags him shopping with her all the time, and once she made him understand that he could be honest with her when it came to clothing instead of just complimenting her, it's phenomenal. He knows so much about different brands, how to spot fakes, and he's just as good at bargaining as she is.

-Robin steals maps from libraries for Nami to compare hers to, and then make better versions of. She returns them after, of course, but not without a copy Nami's notes neatly placed with them. Robin's also really good at finding places for Nami to sell her maps.

-Everyone finds out Zoro can sew pretty early on. He's constantly fixing tears in his clothing, and he eventually starts offering it to the others too. And if he can't fix it nearly, he'll embroider something over it to make it look like it's part of the design. He claims he learned because needles are just "tiny swords."

-Luffy and Zoro take naps together all the time. They're not allowed to go all out with sparing unless their on an uninhabited island though. They don't want to hurt the Merry or the Sunny too much.

-Luffy has taught Nami a couple bo staff tricks he learned from Ace and Sabo as a kid.

-Luffy LOVES to listen to all of them talk about things their passionate about. He may not understand it all, but he doesn't mind listening to the same things more than once or different explanations either.

-if someone talks about a problem near Franky and Usopp, it's solved within a day. They'll build something to fix it or help at the drop of a hat.

-once Nami learned that Zoro was good at math, she asked him to help keep track of all the finances.

-Luffy nuzzles them a bit like a feral animal sometimes. He grew up in the jungle, and you can take the boy out of the jungle, but not the jungle out of the boy.

-Luffy will sit in Usopp's lap while he tells stories if it's just the two of them. They fish together a lot too!

-Brook can play anything he's ever heard, so he collects everyone's favorite songs like pokemon.

-they have a board full of little things they've said to one another that they don't want to forget in the library. It has everything from compliments to cursed things to the completely random and mind blowing things their captain says once in a blue moon.

-Luffy kisses people's foreheads and cheeks to tell them good night. It's one of the best parts of everyone's nights.

-Sanji likes to kiss people's hands, especially if they have to be bandaged for any reason. He only did this with Nami, Robin, Vivi, and Chopper at first, but it quickly spread to Luffy and Usopp. He even does it for Franky, who can't feel his hands and will just remake them instead of bandaging them up.

-the first time someone did this back to Sanji (it was nothing more than a papercut), and it was Zoro. It flusters him so bad that everyone started grabbing his hands to kiss them just because they feel like it.

-there are very few occasions where Zoro sleeps in a way where his back isn't covered. It's almost always when one of them is injured and he's guarding them.

-Luffy loves to talk about bugs to Robin and Usopp, but the second Nami or Sanji come into the room he immediately stops because he knows they're afraid of bugs. Nami eventually tells him that hearing about them doesn't really spook her, and that there are some bugs she likes. The pollinators for her mikan trees, for example. The bees and the butterflies. So Luffy talks about those with her instead. Sanji's infinitely grateful that his captain doesn't mention the creepy crawlies to him.

-Franky and Usopp like to make little trinkets for people, and when they work together, the trinkets come out beautifully.

-Franky and Brook got into a pun war once. It lasted for days. They decided they were equals in tomfoolery because if they didn't they may have driven Nami mad.

-Robin and Sanji are the most verbal about complimenting the others. They work together to pull the others out of bad headspace's when necessary.

-Zoro convinces Usopp and Nami to do some exercises with him. They thought he'd push them the way he did himself at first, but he could never.

-Zoro is one of the biggest softies of the whole group. He just pretends he isn't. They all know this.

-After they all trauma dump at some point, Usopp makes sketches of the people they've lost, so that if they don't have any photographs, they can have this. They have all sobbed to Usopp after receiving one of these sketches.

-Usopp's room is full of drawings of the strawhats doing different things. Some of his favorites are of Nami picking mikans, Sanji teaching Chopper the steps to a dance in the kitchen, Brook playing violin in the moonlight, and Luffy asleep on the Sunny's figurehead.

-Franky had never considered letting anyone help fix and tamper with his insides until the Strawhats. But he feels so safe with them that he has no problem explaining how he works and what to do to upgrade the slots he has trouble reaching.

-Brook and Zoro spar against each other often. they start interweaving parts of one other's styles into their own as they learn them.

-They started acknowledging it all more post TS.

-one of the first things Luffy did was tell them all he loved them. One of the few things he regrets is not telling Ace that enough, and he's not gonna make that mistake again. It starts a chain reaction, and they all start say it out loud, some more than others.

-all the Strawhats knew Luffy had nightmares even before the skip. He never said anything about it, but he'd sneak to sleep with one of them even on non-cuddle pile nights. It's more noticeable post time skip. They don't ask.

-Sanji comes back with long hair and wearing heels, and no one questions it. Good for him. His kicks hurt more and they missed his food dearly. Nami and Robin now get to help him with his hair too!

-Brook adds most his earnings as Soul King to the treasury for the crew. He also came back with gifts from all over for all of them.

-Zoro learned even more stuff about sewing from Perona, and when he finally gets to fix something for Nami and Robin with an intricate design he learned, he looks so excited to be doing it. One of them snuck a photo and it's the first photo on the photo board they added beside the quote board.

-everyone loves to sit in the Galley and talk with Sanji while he cooks. Sometimes he'll sing if they're all quiet.

-Robin likes to play with people's hair when she's reading, and she likes to read aloud just as much.

-Sanji and Usopp cut and style everyone's hair.

-Jimbei is overwhelmed by how welcoming the Strawhats are before he's even officially joined them. He knows what to expect by the time he makes it to Wano though, and he's so excited.

-Luffy saw right through Law in Punk Hazard. He saw the same look in his eyes as he's seen in Robin and Ace and a lit of his crew. He felt in his gut that if he didn't help Law he wouldn't live past whatever he was planning.

-he knew that telling his crew that Law saved his life would mean them learning that he almost died, but it doesn't stop him from doing it.

-even with that information they're hesitant to trust Law at first, but they fold pretty quickly as they start to see the same thing Luffy did in his eyes.

-Chopper asks Law what happened after Marineford because he's Luffy doctor and feels like he should know... and Law tells him. Everyone else listens from around the corner, heartbroken to hear that after the canera's cut, Luffy's brother died taking a hit for him. That Luffy was so exhausted and full of poison that Law knew he had to have been tortured in some way. That the surgery to save him took everything he had. That Jimbei was the one to bring him back to his senses while he was upset.

-Law tells him about what he needs to know so bluntly... but he leaves out how Luffy's scream for his brother never left his mind, reminding him of the way he lost Corazon. He doesn't tell Chopper that Luffy tore some of his wounds back open as soon as he was awake, desperate to try and find his brother.

-they all keep very close eyes on Law to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid after that. If nothing else, they won't let the man who saved their captain's life die.

-Sanji sneaks more food onto Law's plate whenever he's not looking because there's no way he's eating enough.

-Zoro starts spars with him to keep him out of his head.

-Robin shares knowledge back and forth with him, debating on simple things to pass the time. She accidentally picks up on all the signs that he too, survived a genocide. A tiny mistake in covering his accent while he was mostly asleep is what gave her the final clue to which one.

-even though he tries to hide it, Law is fascinated by how Franky kept himself alive.

-Nami asks about how they navigate under the ocean, but Law doesn't have all the answers for her. He tells her she should ask Bepo when they all meet up, and Nami is the first to get him talking about his crew. He doesn't even notice everyone else listening at first, but his clear love for them is what chases away that last little bit of suspicion.

-when they realize Law is just a dork underneath the fake moody attitude, they ask as many questions as they can to get that side of him to come out.

-Law has to bite the inside of his cheeks to not laugh at Brook's puns when they catch him off guard

-Nami trades him rare coins for regular ones when she sees him looking, but if he already has it in his collection, he'll tell her how much it's worth to sell.

-Usopp and Franky build him little models of the Germa 66 comic characters. They sit on display in the Tang.

-Law finds some old music from Flevance, and he trusts Brook to copy it down when he can't.

-Luffy manages to pull the childishness that he thought died more than a decade ago right back out of him. He finds himself in so much ridiculous bs, but it feels so nice to just let go.

-Robin explains how weapons from different cultures work so Usopp can rebuild them with Franky!

-Robin absolutely lies about it sprinkling rain lightly to cover up the fact that Law sheds a few tears when Doflamingo goes down.

[holylulusworld]

Not a queen (9)

Summary: You are no one. What if fate makes you queen?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Maid!Reader x Nick (Fowler) Barnes

Warnings: dystopian world, modern royal au, shy reader, arranged marriage, implied smut, fluff, cuddling, a little time jump (2 months), pregnant reader, overprotective Nick

A/N: We are reaching the end of this arc.

This series takes place in the Two kings universe, at the same time. I recommend reading this story first to understand this universe better.

You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs

<&lt; Part 8.5

Not a queen (Arc 2) masterlist

“Father, are you sure?” Bucky shakes his head. He can’t believe his father wants him to take over the throne so soon. “Why now?”

“Our revolution needs fresh blood, not men stuck in the past. We need the second and first sons to work together,” the king shushes his son. “I know you two will make me proud. I always knew you are special, Bucky, Nick.”

“Has this something to do with King Joseph’s death?” Nick questions. “Father, you are strong and undefeatable.”

The king chuckles at his son’s words. He pats Nick’s shoulder and gives him a soft smile. “Son, you, and your brother will take over the kingdom. It’s my decision. You have a queen and are excepting the next generation.”

“Father,” Bucky tries again. “Why so sudden? We never talked about this before.”

The king sighs deeply. “I got preparations to make, son. While you and Nick take over the throne, I can work in the background with Howard and the others. The new generation must fulfill their fate, and we, the elder generation must fulfill ours.”

“What are you up to? What are you and Howard Stark hiding? Tony took over the throne, Steve too,” Nick huffs. “It feels like you are working in the shadows while leaving us in the dark.”

“Son, you gotta trust me in this,” the king clears his throat. “Soon you will understand. If you want to change the world, you got to find allies in places you never expected to find them. It’s hard work to earn their trust. Our bond is still vulnerable.”

“Bond? Allies?” Bucky groans. “Father, stop talking in riddles. Nick and I deserve that much. What are you talking about? Why did we never hear of this before?”

“The time almost has come, Bucky. Please don’t ask me to give you answers. I can’t give them to you. Not now.”

“What do you think about this? I don’t get it, Bucky. Months ago, father didn’t say a word about giving up the throne.”

“Nick,” Bucky’s features soften at his brother’s worried expression. “Months ago, we didn’t know our wife will expect a child. But she does, and making her queen keeps her safe.”

“I-“ Nick licks his lips. “You think so?”

“A queen has a higher status than a former maid. Father knows that too. I think he tries to keep our wife and child safe. We got to have a little faith in him brother.”

“Y/N, mouse,” the moment he steps inside the room he pounces on you. He looks you all over, checking on you as if he’s afraid something happened to you while you were waiting in your shared chamber. “How are you? Do you need anything?”

“I’m good,” you softly say as he runs his hand over your barely swollen belly. “How about you tell me what your father wanted to talk about.”

“He wants us to become king,” Nick replies. “You will be a queen soon, mouse. Can you imagine, you and I will rule this kingdom?”

Bucky clears his throat. He quirks a brow as you hide your face in Nick’s chest. 

“Oh, yeah. Bucky will share the throne with me,” you snicker at Nick’s words. He loves to tease his brother. “I bet the little bean inside her belly is mine too.”

“Brother,” Bucky grits his teeth. “We talked about this! No more fighting over her womb. If the baby is yours, I’ll put another one inside of her.” 

You giggle when Nick shoves you behind him. “I didn’t agree with you on this. Y/N needs to take care of this little bundle of joy first. You’ll get your chance later…much later.”

“Uh-no fighting. We talked about this too,” you point out. “We will wait for the doctor to tell us if the baby is healthy, and about their gender. I don’t want to know who the father is. I know in my heart that both of you are their father.”

“Doll,” Bucky sniffs. “Of course, we are both the father. You’re right.”

“Mouse, I’m the father…and Bucky too,” Nick wrinkles his nose. He’s not convinced but doesn’t want to make you mad at him again. Lately, you scolded him more than once. Especially when he cursed around your belly.

“So, how about we spend the evening talking about lighter things? I found this book I want to read. Or one of you can read it to me…I mean us.”

“It’s my turn!” Bucky insists. “You will get comfortable on the bed, and I’ll read the book to you, and my annoying brother.”

“Howard, we need results. Our enemies will strike soon. We need to strike first,” the king sighs deeply. “Stark, what are you cooking up with your son?”

“We are close, my friend. Give me a little more time. I’ll make sure we win this war before the first blood gets shed. My son knows how to bring back something we last a long time ago.”

“Howard … time is running out on us. I only hope you know what you’re doing. We are all counting on you and your son.”

“We won’t disappoint. I promise…”

Howard likes to keep people in the dark about the things going on in his laboratory and kingdom. 

“She smiles and turns away from the man who used to be her hero…and then, she walks away,” Bucky reads the last line of the book. He silently closes it. “She’s asleep, Nick.”

“Just a minute,” Nick mumbles. He presses his ear to your belly, hoping to feel the baby kick. “I know they will kick me.”

Bucky doesn’t have the heart to tell his brother it’s too early in your pregnancy. “I bet they will kick you soon.” He smiles while hoping he can watch their children grow. 

>> Part 10

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[rems-writing]

Hot guy summer continuation

Pairing: citizen!Wooyoung × witch amab!reader

Summary: It had been some time since Wooyoung was free of the animagus curse. He wondered what else he could do besides work for the Good Queen. Oh wait... the youngest Mills sibling has an idea!

Warning(s): Auralism kink, light choking and fingering, Wooyoung being a lil cock drunk, reader is a bit shy so Wooyoung takes it slow, softdom!Wooyoung, slight bondage and dirty talk, slight breath play and edging, unprotected sex (don't get it twisted. Wrap ya biscuit)

Genre: Soft smut with plot

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It had been about five months since you and Wooyoung started dating. Things were going great. After he settled down in Storybrooke quickly, he got a job as Regina's assistant. He was to take care of any paperwork that had some of the townsfolk's concerns and suggestions written down before filing them and sending them to Regina. Most of the time, the task wasn't too hard since Regina was at the office most of the time and all he had to do was fax the files to her. However, since Regina was on a mission with Emma and Hook, he had a bit more piled on than usual. What's worse?

He was horny as all hell.

He never crossed that line with his partner since y/n wasn't ready and he respected that. However, he couldn't fathom going through the day without thoughts of making love to his partner.

Especially when y/n was teasing the living fuck out of him.

They were living together and Wooyoung was getting ready for work when y/n sauntered in to greet him goodbye. As he finished fixing his tie, he turned to y/n to bid goodbye to him. The words got stuck in his throat when he saw what y/n was wearing.

Y/n was wearing an oversized indigo tank top, boxers, and a cream colored cardigan that was slipping off the shoulders a bit to reveal a bit of skin. He, of course, didn't think anything of it as he approached Wooyoung and adjusted the pin stripe blazer he was wearing.

"Have fun at work, Youngie." His shy voice said to him and planted a kiss on his lips.

This kiss was a teeny bit longer than the usual pecks. Was it a sign?

Wooyoung didn't know since he haphazardly bid goodbye to y/n and shamefully relieved himself when he signed in and scurried off to one of the bathrooms in the city hall since he didn't want Regina to see the boner her little brother caused him.

Time had passed and Wooyoung was ready to go home. He had to attend a meeting with Regina and the rest of the city council board members. He didn't remember shit since his mind was on one thing.

Y/n

Specifically, the photo he sent Wooyoung.

He was only dressed in one of Wooyoung's dress shirts and the collar was angled to show off his unmarked collarbone.

Yeah Wooyoung was down bad.

Grumpy asked him if he was ok and all Wooyoung could do was nod.

After the meeting ended, he was the first to leave the city hall. He bid goodbye to Regina, signed out, and took his briefcase before briskly walking back to his shared apartment.

Y/n was in for one hell of a night.

Wooyoung's dress shows clicked loudly against the pavement and the volume increased as he stepped inside the apartment. Loosening his tie and throwing his glasses on the counter, he marched into the room.

His breath was knocked out of him when he saw his partner in that same shirt.

Y/n never took it off.

"Hi, Youngie. Welcome home~" Y/n purred shyly and giggled as Wooyoung looked around the room baffled. There were candles and rose petals everywhere, making the atmosphere a bit more romantic. Wooyoung growled softly and shrugged off his jacket before taking off his shoes and tie so he could crawl on the bed and bring his partner into a heated kiss.

Y/n moaned into the kiss and Wooyoung took the opportunity to slip his tongue into his partner's mouth.

Partner? Screw that. Y/n was his boyfriend. He was going to claim y/n as his. And he didn't need magic to do so.

Wooyoung kissed down y/n's neck and made sure to leave so many hickies and love bites all over that beautiful collarbone. In the meanwhile, y/n used his powers to remove Wooyoung's clothes. He barely removed Woo's shirt, leaving his upper body naked when Wooyoung grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head before tying them up with his tie.

"Uh uh. baby. You were teasing me a whole lot today. I was in a meeting when you sent that photo. You want to fuck me badly huh? You need me?"

Y/n couldn't speak. Wooyoung's voice was soft yet there was an air of dominance to him. It also didn't help that one of his hands was wrapped around y/n's throat. His palm pressed against it lightly causing y/n to gasp shortly and quietly. Wooyoung chuckled and slipped a finger into the hem of y/n's boxers before pulling them down with ease. He also undid the buttons of y/n's shirt with ease as well before shrugging it off him.

"There we go. Isn't that better?" Wooyoung growled quietly and y/n shuddered. It was no secret that Woo's voice was a turn on for him and the man above him was using it to his advantage.

Wooyoung was moving downwards and proceeded to slip his fingers inside y/n's hole slowly, only to find out that the area had been stretched out and opened up for him already. Woo raised an eyebrow at y/n, who was blushing out of shyness.

"I figured I'd save you some time since I know you've must've been riled up during that meeting." He explained and Wooyoung cooed softly before reaching out to caress y/n's face.

"You're such a good boy. God I love you. Ok fine. Since this is your first time, I will forgive you for the teasing. Just stay still yeah? I'll make you feel good."

Y/n didn't have time to respond when he felt Wooyoung take in his cock at a painfully slow pace. He inhaled sharply as he felt himself be swallowed whole by the man above him. Little whimpers can be heard here and there and Wooyoung had the audacity to smirk while his mouth was stuffed full of his partner's cock. Soon, he began bobbing his head up and down. The slow pace made y/n writhe around in pleasure and had him begging for more. Wooyoung swept his hair back as he continued to suck his partner off, occasionally stopping to say shit like

"You taste like heaven."

"I could suck you off for days straight and never get tired."

"Don't move so much or else I'll go slower."

At this rate, y/n pushed Wooyoung's head down so he can go faster but the man pulled off him with a pop and shook his head in disdain.

"My pretty baby. You're being disobedient. Maybe I should stop here." He said with a teasing lilt in his voice. Y/n shook his head and cried softly on how he'll be good and he won't move around as much. Wooyoung cooed at the sight and brought his thumb to y/n's bottom lip before dragging it down slowly.

"Ok. I'll give you a second chance."

Soon, Woo's lips were swallowing y/n whole once more and y/n made sure to stay still, although he couldn't help but to let out little whimpers every now and then, which Wooyoung didn't mind of course. He even pulled off his partner to say how pretty he sounded before diving right back in.

To say that Wooyoung loved giving his partner head would be an understatement. He always had wet dreams about mouthing every part of y/n's body and today, he was finally able to do it.

He moved at a much faster pace now, slowing down every now and then to edge y/n. However, Wooyoung himself grew impatient and decided to give him what he wanted. His own cock strained in the matching pin stripe slacks he wore, and he knew he needed his own release soon.

Wooyoung soon felt y/n release in his mouth and he swallowed every last drop, occasionally sucking him every now and then to get every last drop. He pulled away and wiped his mouth before leaning to whisper in his ear.

"You're so good to me, baby. You deserve a reward."

He stood up and unbuckled his belt before letting his pants drop to the floor. Y/n sat up and gawked at the sight of him fully bare.

Well then.

Wooyoung was big in terms of width. He wasn't as long but he had some girth. The man crawled on top of y/n and brought him into yet another heated kiss. Despite y/n tasting himself on Woo's tongue, he pushed past it and concentrated on the man kissing him.

Y/n soon felt the tip of Woo's cock breach his entrance and hissed a bit when he slowly started pushing in. Woo shushed him lovingly and soothed his pain by leaving kisses all over his face.

"Baby, you're doing so well. You're taking me in so well. Fuck I love you. You can hold out yeah? I'm not too big?"

Y/n shook his head and Wooyoung smiled before holding him close to his chest. "I'm going to move now. Stop me at any time?"

He soon started moving. Slowly but at a deep angle. The moans y/n let out let Woo know that he was doing good so far. He even moved a bit faster when y/n told him to and who was he to not comply to his lover's wishes?

As time passed, Wooyoung went a bit faster with every few minutes. He even lifted one of y/n's legs over his shoulder to go even deeper. The new angle had y/n moaning louder than usual and Wooyoung moaning alongside him. The few kisses that were exchanged were messy, sloppy, and clashed a lot due to their teeth. But they didn't care.

As the candle flames slowly dwindled down and the volume of their moans & groans fluctuated, Wooyoung kept up his steady pace. However, his thrusts slowly became sloppy and his hips stuttered a lot.

He was close to his release.

"Baby, I'm cumming." Wooyoung moaned airly and y/n told him to go faster so he can cum. Keeping that in mind, Wooyoung thrusted a few more times before spilling his seed inside his lover. He stayed there for a few minutes before pulling out slowly. He caressed his boyfriend's face before kissing his forehead and scooping him up from their bed before heading into the bathroom to clean themselves up.

Needless to say, Operation Get Laid was a success.

[bubble-booty-valkyrie]

C'mon Weiss, you really gonna let Blake monopolize that fat, hairy cock of Yang's? When you're just as thicc if not thiccer than her? When your fat, wobbly, pale ass shows those nice hard smacks better than her? You're no pillow princess like Blake, so get to twerking that booty on his dick and slurping down that cock like your life depends on it.

Weiss huffed as the two lovebirds sat next to each other, or should she say Blake sat on top of their shared blonde teammate, no doubt grinding her famously fat rear against the muscular brawler as if no one knew what she was doing. And Yang, that brute.. That handsome, gorgeous, tall, masculine brute, ate it up.

Weiss pouted as she pushed around her food with a fork. She was not jealous, she was.. Simply lamenting the fact that Yang became Blake's partner over her, instead Weiss was stuck with his younger sister.. She wondered just how different things would have been should he have found her first, wondered if she'd be the one wiggling her butt against his-

"Shh, we can't~ I've gotta do some special mission with Ruby tonight~" Weiss snapped out of her daze as Blake whispered out a giggle, trying to push the man's exploring hands out of her skirt.

"Ugh, but that means I gotta be alone with the Ice Queen, can't we just sneak out and go to a hotel?" Yang wasn't nearly as quiet, uncaring that the rest of the school knew he was plowing the famously bottom heavy Blake.

"No, last time we did Ruby nearly drowned me in sad puppy dog eyes; Besides, Weiss has been doing.. Better.. She's trying, who knows, you might have fun."

Weiss winced, she'd been.. A little entitled..

"Fuck, fine, but once you get back I'm going to bend you over and-"

"Shhh!!" Blake shoved her hand against his mouth, even as she tried to act like she wasn't looking forward to what he was saying.

Weiss knew all of this, she wasn't eve sure why she was listening. Tonight, Weiss and Yang would be alone in their room, for an entire weekend. Just her, and the massive, handsome, disheveled beast of a teammate.. The pang of guilt took alight in her chest and she recounted her plan, but the jolt of heat and pleasure between her thighs was stronger.

"Ladybug solo adventure!!" Ruby cheered to her left, she was excited, a chance to better know the girl who was banging dating her older Brother, no doubt she saw it as a chance to get closer to Blake as a team leader and friend as well.

"Hurray." Weiss didn't care, she counted the seconds the two were gone, as a matter of fact, fighting her blush as she thought more about her plan.. No, she was going to go through with it, no backing down now.

"Don't sound so excited Snow Angel, I might think you're in love with me!" Yang's sarcastic remark cut through her thoughts, mistaking her disinterest in Ruby's personal friendships for a lack of interest in being alone with him. How wrong he was.

"I'm simply looking forward for some alone time in a quieter room than normal." She said diplomatically. No need to show her hand now, not when she was so close.

"It's gonna be real quiet alright," Yang grinned, and Weiss knew what was coming next, preparing herself mentally to not blush and squeeze her thighs together excitedly. "Once I'm done blowing your back out and all our neighbors hear your pretty singing voice!"

"Ugh, really?" Blake rolled her eyes. No matter what Blake did, she could never make him stop making such sexual jokes to their females friends, or Weiss herself.

"Classy. Not even going to buy me dinner first? How brutish." Weiss rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to ask him to fuck her brains out over the cafeteria table.

"Nah, the cheapest girls are usually the ones you gotta pay for!"

Why does he think she said it?! She'll be his cheap fucking whore!

"Yaaaaaannggg!!!" Ruby yelled and whined, her face, well, ruby red as she pulled her hood up over her face to hide her eyes. "I don't wanna think about you doing.. stuff to our friends!!"

"Alright, we should go, come on Ruby, we've gotta go pack our bags." Blake was quick to act, glaring at Yang's grinning face as she escorted the still red and hiding young Rose away by her hand, no doubt trying to draw attention away from the fact that he was doing stuff to Blake as well.

"Yeah yeah, I'll talk to you later tonight on scroll, 'kay? I'm gonna go get some late training in, gotta blow off some steam without you around!"

""Yang!!"" The two yelled in frustration and embarrassment and hurried away from the curious eyes of the dinner rush.

"Welp, looks like it's just you and me now, Ice Queen!" Yang laughed and brushed his fingers through his long golden hair, pushing it back and out of his face in a perfectly messy way. Weiss wanted to sit on that gorgeously infuriating face. "Or it will be, after I get back from training!"

"Yes, well, I have some things I need to do before tonight as well, so I wish you luck on whatever it is you wish to learn tonight." Weiss wanted nothing more than to see his muscles ripple and burn as he worked out, but she had plans, and plans needed preparation.

"Haha! Wear something cute for me tonight, will ya?" Yang winked playfully, pushing away from the table, "I'll need somewhere to blow off some steam after all!"

Weiss knew he was just joking, it was just what he did, he'd even smack a girl's butt if he thought he could get away with it.. Nora was the usual victim, the ditzy girl didn't seem to mind at all, she took the joke at face value, even Pyrrha got it once, she turned into a blushing mess.. Even his younger sister wasn't safe from the adventurous hands of Yang Xiao Long..

"Maybe I will." Weiss started, trying to keep her straight face, even as Yang's eyes widened at the apparent seriousness of her offer. "I'll wear something.. appropriately inappropriate, and in exchange you don't tell a soul, and keep yourself quiet for the weekend. What do you say?"

Weiss's heart raced, she could feel her cheeks heating up, telling the amateur model directly she would dress like a slut for him was step one, but one of the hardest.. But she saw it, that glint in his eyes, a red blooded stud who couldn't say no to a little eye candy, especially from one of his gorgeous friends.

"Seriously? Do you even own something "inappropriate?"" Yang grinned, fishing for details already, clearly excited at the idea. "Got something that shows your ankles, Princess~?"

Yang mocked, but she had to double down, no turning back, Weiss stood up from her seat, and sashayed around to his side of the table with a serious, albeit blushing, look, putting some extra sway to her surprisingly wide hips. No turning back. Getting right up to him, she stood at chest height, looking up at him with a challenge in her eyes and her hands on her hips.

"'I've got something that shows much more than that Xiao Long," She pushed her finger into his steel hard chest, not moving his solid frame a single inch. "But I won't say another word until you promise it'll be a secret between us."

She could see it, he was curious AND hungry to see it, it made her feel sexy as hell, and as his grin grew, she knew she just crossed step one of her plan.

"Deal." He practically growled, looking down at her like a lion looking at a lamb. "Guess I'll be seeing you tonight than, Princess~"

She wanted to drop to her knees right there before he walked passed her right side, her legs almost giving as she relaxed a little, her shoulders almost slumping as the-

"Aaah~!!" Weiss covered her mouth with shock and embarrassment as the tall roguish stud turned quickly and gave her plump pale ass a nice meaty smack as he passed, winking devilishly at her as she whipped her head around to look at him.

"That's a cute reaction, I'm gonna love hearing more~" Yang turned and walked away nonchalantly, as if he didn't just find another girl he could grope and spank and get away with it.

He must have thought he just embarrassed her in front of the whole school, that he's now allowed to give her butt a good smack whenever he feels like, just like Nora, or Blake.. He probably didn't realize she nearly came and had her own juices trailing down her thighs..

Gods.. She was going to make that man destroy her~

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Yang grinned and winked at the gawking ladies he passed by in the halls and on his way to his dorm, his shirt gone, a towel around his neck, sweat dripping down her muscular body and a gym bag on his hand. He worked hard to look this good, no amount of Blake getting jealous and possessive was gonna stop him from flaunting what he got~

But surprisingly, this time he wasn't as focused on the babes wanting to ride him like a horse, instead, he found himself actually excited to see Weiss! It was a shock for him too, but with the promise of seeing the pretty princess in some cute little outfit, Yang figured only one of two things was gonna happen next

One; Yang was gonna find Weiss chickened out and he gets to have fun mocking her relentlessly till the girls get back.

Or two; Her version of something "inappropriate" was something normal chicks wear on a hot day, in which case he gets to mock her relentlessly about it.

Yang snickered and wondered which it would be as he pulled his scroll free from his basketball shorts, his massive bulge clearly visible even soft and running down his thigh.. Maybe that's what the girls were staring at? He chuckled. Whatever.

His scroll beeped as the lock turned and he pushed the door open, eyes immediately darting across the room to find his prize, but to no avail, just some bottles of lotion or whatever sat on Weiss' bed there.

"Ah fuck, did she chicken out that hard?" He said out loud, throwing his bag onto Blake's bed.

"I'll be out in just a second!" He heard from the restroom door. Ah, more waiting.

"Hurry up Princess, this is supposed to be a reason for me to stay quiet, not yell through the door!" Yang slammed the front door shut behind him and plopped heavily down onto Weiss' bed, just to annoy her, ready to take a long shower once the pretty princess finally got out.. of.. the..

Yang's lilac eyes shot open as wide as dinner plates as the door opened and out walked the usually conservatively dressed heiress in nothing but the most intricately designed yet gorgeously slutty lingerie he'd ever seen in his life, long black thigh high stockings held up her plump, pale, meaty thighs by a garter belt, passed a pair of extremely sheer black panties that did nothing to hide Weiss' perfectly smooth and pale quim from his roaming eyes.

The black garter belt around her thin waist only accentuated her shockingly wide hips and slim stomach, his eyes drinking in every single detail hungrily as they roamed even further up to her sheer black bra, the thin black lace didn't cover her small, adorable, pink little nipples either, her pale skin clashing against the black perfectly as even her small breasts looked absolutely delicious behind the thin sheen of sheer fabric.

The blush across Weiss' gorgeous, makeup touched up face looked as beautiful as it did adorable, she looked away, a small half pout as her eyes darted to him and back to the most interesting corner of the room in the world, her plump lips looking glossy, pink, and oh so tasty, the thin black choker wrapped around her thin neck looking so perfectly placed even as the long, literally see through black lace robe cascaded down her lithe but curvy body.

Yang couldn't keep the beast between his legs from throbbing at the shocking sight, his eyes so drawn to every intricate and beautiful sultry curve that he almost missed the tall black high heels. 'Fuck me' heels, he called them..

"W-Well, how do I look?" Weiss stuttered, and Yang almost missed it as he imagined folding the dainty yet evidently thicc Princess like a fucking pretzel and fucking her over every single surface in this fucking room.

"Fuck.." Yang was not known for his elegant way with words, that's for sure, but he knew even if he was, words would not be able to accurately describe just how viciously he wanted to wreck the little Heiress like a fucking sextoy.

"I-I.." Weiss looked shy, it was so cute it hurt, so shy and submissive, like he'd never seen the usually strong willed and bitchy girl before. So defenseless..

"I know my breasts aren't that big, b-but," The girl started, almost hesitating but looking like she was on a mission. Yang wondered how much she had planned of this little show. "But I'm actually just as big, b-back here, as Blake~"

That little smile was almost enough to distract him from how she suddenly stepped closer and turned around, hooking her robe out of the way, as if it wasn't as clear as a tinted window, to show off just how FAT the Princess' pillowy cheeks were. Two perfectly round, plump, planetary globes of pale wobbly booty meat sat inches from Yang's face, two mountainous balls of dough bigger than his head in nothing but a tiny, black, seductive little black thong..

Dare he say.. Bigger than Blake's..

He's not sure how he never noticed, but he guessed that fluffy skirt and skirt liner did well enough to hide the fucking dumptruck Weiss has been hauling around.

"Holy fuckin' shit.." Jesus fuckin' Christ, Yang was hard as steel, his foot long cock tenting his thin shorts easily, and he couldn't even hope to hide the fact that the famously icy queen of Beacon had him throbbing.

"Wh.. What's the matter, not gonna smack it th-this time~?" Weiss tried so hard to seem like she was teasing him, but that stutter and needy look in her eye gave it away easily. Weiss Schnee was dressed like a high class slut, practically begging him to smack her ass..

"Is that what you want~?" The words left his mouth before he could catch them "Want me to smack this fat, slutty ass~?" Blake's face crossed his vision for just a second before that massive meaty ass filled it once again, his hands reaching up to yank her by the hips close to him, practically making her bend over in his face.

"Y-Yes~" Weiss practically squeaked it out, begging. "Y-Yes Sir, p-please smack my fat, slutty ass~" She was beat red and biting her lip so gorgeously, those words out of Weiss' mouth made him want to pin her face down and break her goddamn bed. She was such a proper, pristine little lady, hearing her call herself a slut for him made him wild.

With a harsh, quick, meaty smack, Yang's hand slapped down on that pale, bouncy cheek, and his fingers sunk into her doughy, soft, pillowy flesh like a cloud, gripping firmly to feel just how soft it was in his hand, how warm her flesh was against his, and he just couldn't stop his other hand from clapping down on her other cheek, mauling the flesh like two giant balls of warm, fresh dough.

"A-Aaah~ Y-Yes~ Y-Your hands are so strong, a-and rough~" He could see her dripping sex through her sheer black panties, so close.. Her knees shaking, her breathy, labored gasps as he groped and molested her fat ass like a stress toy.. "M-More~ I-I'll be a good girl for you, S-Sir~"

"I never knew you were such a needy whore," He growled, by accident, not even knowing he said it out loud before it was too late, but he meant it. "A closet whore waiting for us to be alone~ You naughty little slut~" He emphasized the last word with a nice harsh smack once again, watching the Princess cake ripple and jiggle in his hands for a few seconds from the slap.

"A-Aah~! Y-Yes, I'm your little naughty slut~ I-I trained this wh-whole time for you, D-Daddy~" She was scared to say the word, he could tell, but she wanted him to accept it so bad, not scare him away. That's okay, he liked it. The fourth vicious smack was to show that. "F-Fuuck~! I know you like.. A-Anal the most, s-so I learned how for you~ I-I know she would never let you, b-but I will~"

The little part of his brain whispering Blake's name was getting louder, but he was only getting harder, more hungry. It was screaming her name, but all he could focus on was how he grabbed those weighty cheeks a spread them open to show off the absolutely tiny strip of black fabric just barely hiding her adorably small pink pucker, the edges of her hole peaking out the sides.

Fuck he wanted to fuck that slutty little hole so fucking bad.

Blake's face flashed across his mind once again.

"F-Fuck, W-Weiss.." Yang reluctantly pried his hands off of Weiss' fat ass, much to her disappointment. "I-I can't.. Blake.. I-I.." Yang put one hand over his face, every fiber of his mind was screaming no, but every fiber of his body was screaming yes.

Yang ripped his hand from his face the second he felt the amazingly pillowy soft twin cushions of Weiss' bubble booty meatily plop down into his lap, right down on his still diamond hard cock, sandwiching his massive bulge between two oven hot pale globes of flesh that still had his red handprints on them. He growled and grabbed the Heiress' thin waist, he's not even sure if it was to push her away, or to pull her firmer against his lap.

"Fuuuuuck!" The feeling was insane, she was so small, but so thicc and meaty, so juicy and plump, he could feel his resolve, already weak, slipping away as she looked back with those gorgeous blue eyes, needy, pleading, begging him to not say no to her.

"P-Please! I-I'll be a good girl for you, D-Daddy!" Weiss pleaded, so close, she wanted him so bad, he could see it, he could feel it, he could hear it, fuck, he wanted her so bad too. The thin robe fell from her dainty shoulders revealing her creamy, perfectly smooth skin, skin he wanted to taste, to bite, to mark, her neck, her shoulders. Fuck.

"I-I said you're only allowed to see me like this if you never told a soul! That means y-you can't tell Blake!" Weiss' almost had tears in her eyes as she pleaded with him to continue, holding his wrists that held her hips. Slowly, she started rocking her wide, slutty hips back and forth, grinding her giant doughy cheeks up and down Yang's cock through his shorts, slowly, but firmly. "She doesn't need to know, it can be j-just between us~ I'll be Daddy's n-naughty little slut~"

"Fuuuuck, Weiss.." Yang groaned from his chest, it felt so fucking good, her ass was like it was made to wrapped around his cock, the warmth, the softness, he was dripping precum already just from her rubbing that ass in his lap.

Weiss looked back at him while biting her lip so lewdly, so needfully it hurt, he could feel how badly she wanted him, how firm her grinding was getting, the feeling of her moist sex against his bulge was growing more and more, and as she grabbed his knees and changed her position, he could only throw his head back with a grunt before enjoying the sight unfolding in his lap.

Weiss' small, firm grinding slowly turned to bouncing, to jiggling, to twerking her planet like globes of pale white, creamy flesh like a fucking pro on his cock. He had no idea where she learned how to twerk like she belonged in a rap music video, but the little Princess was throwing her ass back like he was showering ones on her bubble booty.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ- GRR!!" That ass felt so fucking good twerking on his cock, looked even better as that Heiress threw her ass in a circle for him, those plump, ripe, rippling globes of flesh bouncing and wobbling like two massive waterbeds on his cock through his shorts. "W-Weiss, how do you- NNNGG!!"

"Hah, hah, a-anything for you, D-Daddy~" Weiss loved every second of his reactions, she lived for it, she could feel him throbbing between her asscheeks as she twerked her ass like a slut. "I-I've seen you stare at Nora, a-and beg Blake to learn, but she always told you it was degrading~"

Weiss leaned forward, giving him an even better view of those garters squishing her jiggling booty meat like waterballoons, that massive set of cheeks so huge he could use her ass like a pillow. "S-So I had Nora teach me~ A-Anything for you, D-Daddy~ I'Il twerk like a whore~ A-And be Daddy's little anal slut~"

With an extra strong bounce of those massive sultry hips, Yang watched with a cock so hard it hurt when her cheeks started gently clapping together around his cock bulge, meaty claps of sweaty flesh on flesh sounded and he could only grip her hips for dear life as he watched that pillowy Princess booty clap like a cheap whore's.

He couldn't help it, Blake's face became fuzzier, he could only see those clapping cheeks, he thrusted up into those mounds, grinding against them and yanking her hips back, giving them a nice meaty smack once again and leaving his handprint on her porcelain white skin.

"You wanna be Daddy's anal slut?" He snarled, smacking her other cheek and making her squeal, but she kept twerking. "Wanna drain my fucking balls with this fat slutty ass?" He couldn't stop the words, fuck, it was so wrong.

"Y-Yes~! I wanna be Daddy's anal c-cumdumpster, use me whenever Blake won't let you~! A-Anything she won't do, I will~!" Weiss could cum right there with the friction, but she held on, she knew there was so much more to do.

"Anything?" He growled, it filled his head with ideas, ideas Blake would never do, things he could imagine Weiss doing eagerly, horrible, nasty, slutty things.

"A-Anything Daddy~!" Looking back, Weiss' eyes strayed from him to his left, the bottle of lotion, she grabbed it suddenly, reaching back but going straight back into position twerking her ass. He was curious.

"I-I'm sorry Daddy, I looked through your scroll, I-I had to get an edge on her~" Weiss popped the cap open and reached behind her, squeezing the bottle hard, and suddenly Yang's eyes shot open, and he felt his cock grow an angry inch in length.

"B-Blake said it was objectifying~ B-But I wanna be Daddy's s-sex object~" Oil squirted out lewdly all over Weiss' pale flesh, covering her ass and thighs in the slick, shiny liquid as she reached back and rubbed it all over every single inch of her ass and thighs, leaving her sexxed up and shiny like a fucking pornstar.

"P-Pull it out, Daddy~ P-Please~ I wanna show you what a good l-little slut I can be~" Weiss' cheeks clapped loudly as her twerking continued, louder, meatier, more wet as two oiled up cheeks met with wet slaps of flesh on flesh.

Yang watched, hypnotized by the sight of those oiled up fuckpillows wobbling like jello inches from his cock, her words almost didn't register, but every single step got worse and worse for him, just spanking turned to just grinding, to just twerking, to just words, just looking, but fuck, he needs to just feel it once.

Yang slowly pulled his shorts down with shaky hands, the massive, throbbing, angry prick sprung free like a coiled steel rod in the presence of that fat ass, slapping down meatily on her asscheek and making her squeal. Fuck, it was already so warm, so soft, so slick..

He could see the fire of need light in her eyes when she saw his cock, she was so fucking needy for him, he couldn't resist even as the rational part of him was strangling him and screaming Blake's name.

Blake wasn't here, and even if she was, she wouldn't be doing this for him.

"D-Daddy's cock~! I-It's so big~!" Weiss stared back in shock and awe at the massive spire of cock, a bitch breaker, and she was the bitch, his curly mess of blonde pubes was wild and sweaty from training, and she looked like she was hungry for it. He always thought Weiss seemed unnaturally okay with his after training smell, while Blake hated it.

"Ghaaaa fuuuck!!" Yang grit his teeth in pure pleasure as Weiss suddenly dropped those hefty, meaty, weighty fucking planetary spheres of pure cushion and jiggle right down on his sensitive cock, trapping his dick between those fucking cheeks like a oil slicked, extra hot, slippery, rippling onahole.

"Daddy's cock~! Y-Yes~! It's so hot~! Th-Thank you Daddy, I'll show you I'll be y-your slutty cumdump~!" Weiss wasted no time twerking her slutty birthing hips like a cheap whore, like a star of a music video, like he paid her to twerk like a stripper right there on his cock, the oil slick asscrack of that slutty little princess was so hot, so warm, so soft and tight, it wasn't fair.

Hefty asscheeks slapped and clapped down on his pelvis with every bounce, lines of oil from her fat pale ass attached to his balls and hips, every single inch of his foot long womb wrecker was getting jerked and milked just by Weiss' asscrack, the tip of his massive cock peaking out the top of her cleft to squirt precum every single bounce, not only slick with oil, but sweat as the heat ramped up and he could see her panting and twerking like her life depended on it.

"Fuuuckk!! You dirty fucking whore!! Twerk your fat ass!! I'm gonna fuck you like the naughty little slut you fucking are!!" It felt too good, Yang snarled and snapped, finally embracing it, smacking Weiss' fucking cheeks red just to feel them jiggle and ripple around his dick, thrusting into her twerking cheeks, yanking her back into his cock.

"Y-Yes~! Please fuck me Daddy~! Please fuck my slutty ass~! I need Daddy's cock so bad~!" Countless hours of imagining Blake twerking her ass, covering it in oil, shaking it on his dick.. He couldn't eve remember what her body looked like now, it was only Weiss, he could only see Weiss twerking, only see Weiss' fat ass covered in oil.. Only see him getting balls deep in Weiss' asshole..

He couldn't take it, he needed it, fuck it. It's Blake's fault, if she wasn't so fucking boring he wouldn't.. Whatever.

"Come here you fucking whore!! You stupid cock hungry slut!! You wanna be used like a fleshlight?! You'll be my personal fat assed anal slut fleshlight!!" Yang's eyes boiled red, his hair was on fire, he couldn't hold back, he grabed Weiss' ponytail like a fucking handlebar, smacked her ass as hard as he could, and pushed both of them up and standing, easy for him, he was twice her size, more than strong enough.

"Aaah~! Yes~! I wanna be Daddy's anal slut fleshlight~!!" She looked so happy, hearts in her eyes, like she was living her fucking dream even as he yanked her across the room by her ponytail, her fat ass still jiggling with every clack oh her high heels as she desperately tried to follow, still shining with oil as he threw her face down, ass up.. Onto Blake's bed.

"Come on than Butt Slut, spread your fuckin' ass for it!! Spread your ass for cock you worthless whore!!" He mounted up behind her, smacked his foot long cock between her cheeks and smacked her ass again, fuck he loved watching it jiggle.

Weiss only squealed excitedly as she reached back with both hands, hooking one finger into her thong and spreading her massive perfectly round cheeks wide apart, spreading her asshole for him, biting the pillow and looking back so lovingly.

"Fuck me~!! Fuck me~!! Fuck my ass~!!" Her voice was muffled, but he didn't care, grabbing his cock, he pressed his lubed and oil slick cock against that adorable, tiny, pink little hole like he owned it. The tip pressed so firmly the little ring of muscle just barely gave way, stretching slowly around the helm of his cock while Weiss slowly groaned and squealed in delight beneath him, but no, she belonged t him now, and he didn't do slow.

"HNNNNGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH~!!!"

One butally hard thrust was all it took to slam his fucking cock home into that fat ass with a loud, wet, meaty clap of his hips against her cheeks, so hard the bed smashed against the wall behind the, Weiss screamed so loud he knew everyone 6 rooms over heard it clear as day. He didn't fucking care, the feeling of her asshole clamped down on his cock was everything he imagined and more, the heat, the tightness, the feeling of owning this Pretty Princess Fuckmeat completely, he couldn't hold back, even as his balls clenched, he couldn't cum yet, not until he fucked this bitch so hard she won't walk for a fucking week.

"Aha Ah Ah AH AH AH A H AH AHA A H A H AH AHAH AHAHAAAAH~!!!!!" Yang's tempo was vicious, violent, brutal, he wanted to fucking break that slutty anal fuckhole, he wanted to break her and ruin her with just his cock, he fucked her so goddamn hard there was a hole in the wall from the bed after the third thrust!

Loud clapping so harsh and brutal filled the room he knew he would get looks tomorrow, he didn't care, not when his little whore Princess needed her asshole fucking broken!! Weiss clawed the sheets as she desperately kicked, and squirmed, and thrashed in the bed from the pleasure of being used like a fleshlight, her eyes rolling up in her head while her tongue hung out as she was fucked stupid. He didn't care, he held her in place for her fucking anal wrecking, using her hair like a bitch handle he yanked her fat ass back onto his dick, smacked her fat fucking cheeks every few thrusts, slam fucked that pristine little pink fuckhole so hard he could see tears pouring down her face, but he didn't care. She asked to be his anal fleshlight, that's what she is.

"FUCK!! Say it you stupid whore!! You fucking walking fleshlight!!" SMACK!! "Say it cumdumpster!!" Yang snarled and spat as he grabbed the princess' arms in his and yanked her torso up off the thoroughly wrecked and ruined bed, her entire body bouncing and rocking violently as he continued his vicious tempo of clapping her cheeks like a wild animal.

"I'M DADDY'S BUTT SLUT FUCKDOLL~!!! PLEASE BREAK MY ASSHOLE DADDY~!!! AAAAHHHH AHA AHAN A AH A NAHA NAA~!!!" Weiss could barely remember her name, her entire body dripped with sweat, her massive, shiny, oiled ass clapped, jiggled, bounced, rippled, and smacked against his viciously brutal pelvis, it was a nonstop onslaught of he slam fucking her asshole like he hated her!

Weiss breasts, small as they were, bounced with every clap against her mountainous, gelatinous planets of pale flesh, she could barely hold on, she came over and over again in just the first few minutes of him wrecking her asshole ! The hole in the wall was the size of her head now, she knocked the lamp and shattered it across the ground as she thrashed and tried to hold onto anything for dear life.

Yang snarled and growled with every single clap of her cheeks, smacking her fat ass and leaving her pale cheeks red and sore as he reached towards her face and hooked his fingers into her mouth, mounting up and planting his feet on the bed in a bulldog position, doubling his already violent anal fucking to to something that Weiss is only holding onto a thread by, she can only sit there like a good set of holes and be used by her Daddy, even as he sinks his teeth into her neck and shoulder, using her like nothing but a piece of meat to get off with.

"DADDY~!! DADDY~!! AAHGGHAAAA~!!! B-BREAK MY HOLE DADDY~!!!" Weiss loved this so much, she dreamed of this, she belonged to her Daddy now, his personal cumdumpster anal fleshlight! He could feel her cum nonstop, he just wanted her to break and never turn back into that bitchy ice queen again, she's his personal fuckdoll now! He'll buy her a collar and leash! Smacking her ass again he yanks her hair back again to make her look him in the eye, she was so broken, sweat dripped down their bodies as the blistering hot room reached a peak, he wanted to break her completely, he needed to! He-

The ringtone blasted from his gym bag still there on the bed inches from Weiss's head, he looked up for just a second as the ringtone range true in his head, the picture of him and Blake cuddling flashing across the screen in front of him as he balls deep rammed Weiss' slutty anal fuckhole so hard he would need to replace Blake's bed before she got back, he'd forgotten she even existed, what she looked like, how fucking boring sex was with her. Looking just up he was filled with rage at his actions, and hers for being so fucking boring.

And his eyes flicked down a few inches to the fucked stupid face of the heiress whore he was ruining so hard he could feel her going limp, her asshole was clamping like a vice, his nuts slapping her cunt while her absolutely massive fucking cheeks clapped against his hips, stilled oiled, wrapped in slutty lingerie, more than Blake had ever fucking done, even on their anniversary, this fucking fleshlight dolled herself up just to be used like a cumdumpster more than Blake ever had!

Yang saw red, his ager turned to pure rage as he suddenly grabbed his scroll and threw it so hard across the room it shattered and left a hole in the wall, he focused everything on Weiss, suddenly slamming her face down into the bed, pinning her down with all his weight as he pinned her wrist down with one hand and wrapped his arm around her neck with the other, Weiss screamed as he reached deeper into her asshole than ever before in a violent prone bone, hooking her legs open with his so she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to, he suddenly jackhammered her asshole so hard and fast Weiss couldn't see straight, she couldn't think, all she could do was scream and squeal and babble to the sounds of him snarling in her ear and her own fat ass' meaty claps around his massive fucking bitch breaking cock!

"DADDYSH COCK~!! HARD, BREAK ME~!!! AGHAAAAAH~!!! M-MORRRRREEEE~!!! PLEASSSSSHHHH~!!! DADDYYYY~!!" Mascara steamed down her face as she went limp and let the much larger man use her body however he wanted, like his personal fleshlight cumdump, her world a blur of meaty clapping and violent rocking as the man so viciously fucked her!

"FUCK!! FUUUCCK!!! TAKE IT YOU FUCKING ANAL WHORE!!!" Yang felt his balls clench as every single frustration slammed into Weiss' little asshole, an hour straight of vicious pounding ending with him suddenly slamming in as deep as he could to pump his cum spurt after hot, stringy, chunky spurt right into her asshole, over, and over, and over again! Cum squirted out around his cock and onto her cheeks, she felt so fucking full and warm, she came over and over to the feeling herself, screaming that absolutely gorgeous voice horse as she was filled to the brim with Daddy's cum!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!"

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"Hello? Yang? What are you doing on Weiss' scroll?" Blake tilted her head, confused after her calls had stopped going through, calling Weiss was an afterthought, but with Yang answering, it only got more strange. "And why are you sweating? And shirtless..?"

"A-Ah, yeah, I really trained my ass off when you guys left, been working on it and lost track of time.. Haha.. And, uh, broke my scroll.." Yang scratched the back of his head, she thought it looked suspicious, but he probably threw it when he go too angry, knowing him.

"Guess you really didn't wanna be alone with Weiss." She joked, just to notice a sudden shift in mood from the man.

"Hey, Weiss is alright, we really bonded once I got back!" He almost snapped at her, but, if they really did actually start getting along, Blake knew Yang was always protective of friends. Must have gone really well.

"Alright, sheesh. Figure you two wouldn't get along so- Wait, is that my bed?! Yang, you're still all sweaty and gross! Ugh, wash the sheets before I get back, I don't want them smelling like your sweat!"

The man's eyes almost darkened, like a sudden realization hit him, but his face didn't show what.

"Fuck, ah, yeah, will do Blake.. Y'know, I gotta go, Weiss is getting out of the shower now, so I'm gonna go hop in."

"gluck gluck gluck gluck~"

"What? What's that noise?"

"Shi- Uh, Zwei is throwing something up I think- Seriously I gotta go I'll talk to you later."

"O-Oh, alright, well, goodnight, have a fun weekend. Love you."

"hggk gluck gluck gluck~"

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, you too. Later."

Blake looked down as the screen suddenly cut to black.. Maybe she shouldn't have been so uppity about the sheets.. She hopes she didn't upset him..

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"Fuuuck, choke on it you stupid whore!!" Yang's eyes instantly focused passed the scroll to continue shooting the video he was recording before being interrupted.

"Gluck gluck gluck hggk gluck~!!" Weiss eagerly and frantically throated the mans sweaty, musky, hairy cock like her life depended on it, sucking so loud and messily he was shocked that Blake didn't question it further.

Saliva dripped down Weiss' chin and onto his balls as she desperately swallowed and choked on that massive fucking cock, leaving light pink lipstick smears up and down his cock in rings and kisses all along his cock and balls, eagerly cleaning up her mess after he busted a nut deep into her ass.

Bright blue eyes stared deeply into his, never losing eye contact, and that made him so fucking hard. Blake never even wanted to lick his dick, treated like a chore, but Weiss is worshipping his cock like it's her god.

Mascara streamed down Weiss' face as she went all the way down to the base of Yang's cock, burying her nose in his sweaty, messy pubes and rolling her tongue underneath to lick his sweaty nuts, stray pubes stuck to her plump, glossy lips as she swallowed over and over to milk and massage his cock with her throat muscles.

"Fuck yeaaah, you fucking onahole! Good slut! Don't forget the balls bitch!" Every second was on camera, every second was more than Blake did in their entire relationship, every second made him wanna slap a collar on Weiss and keep her as his personal fuckdoll.

"Hggggkkkkkkhhh~!!! SLUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPP~!!!" Weiss hallowed her cheeks and slurped on his cock HARD as she slowly dragged that 12 inch meastick out of her throat, a perfect blowjob face for the camera and her Daddy, rolling her tongue out right next to his freshly cleaned cock to show it was all gone, every last drop, except for a few pubes on her mouth, lips, and tongue, hooking her mouth open happily and rolling her tongue around for him.

"Daddy's cock is so delicious~!! So musky~!! Daddy smells so gooooood~!!" Weiss was on cloud nine as she suddenly pressed her face and nose into the man's sweat dripping, hairy, musky, steaming hot nuts and huffed and snorted them like her life depended on it. Rubbing her face in his sack before looking up and the man and taking one of the salty nuts into her mouth to start cleaning, sucking, slurping, sloshing, and spitting on every inch before moving onto the next, sucking hard and making sure it was as loud and wet as possible for the camera.

"Gooooddamn!! You're the perfect fucking fleshlight!!" Yang couldn't hold back, he needed one more for the road. Grabbing Weiss' ponytail one more, Yang yanked her head off his nuts with a steamy hot gasp from her mouth and slammed his cock down her throat, recording the whole time as she looked up in glee while he jammed his cock down her throat.

"Gluck GLUck GLUCK GLUCK GLUUUCK GLUUCK~!!" He wasn't as brutal as his first nut in this bitch, but Yang wasn't known for being gentle, his nuts slapped Weiss' chin over and over as saliva and throat slime poured down her face and onto her small tits, loud wet choking and glucking filled the room as he skull fucked the pretty little princess, and she only slurped, sucked, and stayed like a good slut for him to finish~! Recording her with her own scroll~!

Weiss looked so gorgeous with his cock down her throat, he loved it, just the look made him wanna bust a nut, but he had a plan, he needed to do one last thing Blake never let him do..

"Fuck!! Suck harder stupid slut!!" And suck harder she did, even at the expense of her own breath, she slurped on his cock so hard he only had a few seconds to react before yanking his cock free.

"Open you mouth!! Stick out your tongue!!" Weiss looked up, knowing exactly what he wanted, and as he was gonna start stroking his cock, she grabbed it instead, jerking her Daddy off onto her own face as rope after rope of sticky white spunk blasted across her gorgeous, Heiress features, all over her mouth, her tongue, her lips, string after string painting her already pale features offwhite, filling her mouth with cum as one blasted across her eye, but she didn't move, rolling her tongue around instead to mix and churn the chunky seed around her mouth and teeth for the camera, mouth hooked open by one finger, face covered in cum, Weiss loudly and lewdly gargled the cum in her mouth and throat before swallowing loudly, revealing her completely clean mouth right after.

"Th-Hic-Thank you Daddy~" Weiss was so excited to be with her Daddy, it was barely Friday night, and the girls won't be back till Monday morning~

[unholywriters]

More ideas because who doesn’t love some gayness every now and then?

I’m just saying, we all love San and Seonghwa but imagine if they were brothers in laws or rivals in a college or boarding school you have to attended but neither of them like sharing or being somewhat close to each other because it usually ends with one or the other poking something that leads to them wanting to argue because why not? it gets the other on their toe and on edge and the walk away with a win and satisfaction. But what if meeting you, being able to spend some time with you ends up changing them and they start to fall for you? But of course not wanting the other to win but at hte end of the year before you go on summer vacation you give them a choice, either they get along before you return, or neither of them gets you since you’re not about to be stuck in the middle of something that isn’t fair to them, and especially to you?

Or they can be from different dark clans and they need light in their lives, they meet you on complete accident since the reader was running in the woods to help collect things for their king/queen at the time and ended up meeting the two on accident yet again, since it was forbidden for any concubines or serve as of said ruler to meet anyone without permission. but the two of them want to break that rule and take you but this angers the ruler since you were one of their favorites to annoy and mess with so no one else would want you. But this ends up angering them so they end up working together alone to get you out and to make sure the message is clear that anyone who tries to hurt you again, their head will be set on a steak for everyone to see and then figure out who can be the ruler.

Or Hopefully the last one, you were one of their favorites to see and be around {concubine}, but you ended up running away because you were tired of having to be around other males and females because of the constant competition of their attention you had ran away to live in a different kingdom and were able to actually follow your dreams without having to worry about anyone trying to ruin it or blame you for something. But after years of not hearing anything from them, you heard that two kings were coming and everyone had to stand outside with their faces covered. And since you had new clothes and face coverings you stood outside and watched them slowly walk the Main Street but everyone was more scared of them. You could see them clearly as they walked closer and there wasn’t any light in their eyes and everyone behind them was more tensed and scared. They used to have a large army of people behind them and now it was cut in half. Every time they looked over their eyes would scan the people but there was nothing but rage when san’s eyes locked with yours, thinking he was either going mad or if it truly was you.

Seeing how things have turned out you asked someone what happened and they told you how their favorite concubine, who they wanted to move up a rank to be close with them and allow the others to roam freely, had either ran away or was killed and since then they went mad with anger and kicked out all of the concubines from their palace and had become cold and distant from everyone else. People say that if they ever got that concubine back, there would be a celebration but the concubine would be under strict observation to make sure you don’t get away from them again. But there’s also a rumor that in their madness they had made a contract with something and then killed it and spilt the power in two, either way, it’s either you go back of your own freewill, or they drag you back and show you why you don’t run away.

…. I have a problem that isn’t getting better.

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Rose Folklore

Rosa spp.

Ruled by ♀

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Contents:

Overview

Folklore

Uses in Witchcraft

Safety Notes

Conclusion

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Overview

The Rosa genus incorporates over 100 different species and 18,000 cultivars, ranging from the simple dog rose to the impressive Juliet. Most folklore is talking about the dog rose native to Europe, North-Western Africa, and Western Asia. The meadow rose (Rosa blanda), Arkansas rose (Rosa arkansana), and Rosa carolina are native to Iowa, my home state.

Most wild roses are going to look and grow similarly to the dog rose. These flowering bushes are found growing along woodland edges near lakes and rivers. Rosebuds will generally begin to form in the summer. Most wild cultivars will only have five petals and thorny stems with golden stamens in the middle. The fruit, known as a rosehip, form in late autumn.

The petals and leaves are best gathered on a dry, sunny day just after blooming to get the best volatile oils and aromatics. The hip is best gathered after they have been exposed to a light frost. It will turn from an orange color to red. Considered a noxious weed, you will not hurt it.

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Folklore

*Some folklore belongs to marginalized groups. These are here for the inclusion of these groups so that they feel seen in the community. Please remain respectful of cultural boundaries.*

-Birth of Aphrodite-

In the eighth book of the Illiad, Homer tells us of how Aphrodite was born of sea foam. When she steps onto land a plant grows where her foot touched. According to Anacreon this was the first white rose and they also grew where the sea foam dripped off of her.

-Adonis and Aphrodite-

The tenth book of Metamorphoses, Ovid recounts the tale of Adonis’ death. In the tale, any time Adonis is not spending in the underworld with his adoptive mother, Persephone, he is spending with Aphrodite and the two are thought to be madly in love. One day, Adonis is pierced by the tusk of a boar he is hunting. Aphrodite, hearing his moans, rushes to his side to try to help. On her way, she pricks her toe on a thorn and her blood colored the white rose red. Unfortunately, she doesn’t make it to Adonis in time.

-The Crucifixion of Jesus Christ-

The Virgin Mary is said to have pulled her son down from the cross with roses growing where her tears fell. It’s also connected to her as a symbol of purity. The Rosary is named in her honor and in Latin means “garland of roses.”

The connection to the passion of the Christ comes from the five wounds he received when crucified and the five petals of the rose. One on each hand, one on each foot, and one on the side. The crown of thorns he wore on the cross is thought to be rose thorns.

-Sleeping Beauty (Briar Rose)-

Within the Grimm Brothers collection of German fairytales is the familiar story of Sleeping Beauty. The Princess’ name is Briar Rose and whoever tries to enter the thorny hedge that has grown up around the castle will get stuck in die. It only parts for the last Prince because it is the day the castle wakes from its slumber. Many of these would-be-intruders had heard rumors of the sleeping beauty and wanted to wake her. I think the rose hedge was protecting her.

-The Snow Queen-

In Hans Christian Andersons story, little Gerda is trying to find her friend Kay. Gerda is welcomed in by an old woman who knows magic and identifies her as a good witch. She makes Gerda forget about Kay and the little rose bush they shared together, and her own rose bush goes underground. When the old woman wears a rose covered hat, Gerda remembers Kay and she tries to ask all the flowers in the garden if they know where he is. They don’t and Gerda cries, watering the spot where the roses were. They pop out of the ground and tell her that Kay is not dead. They know because they were just in the ground where all the dead things are. So Gerda continues her journey to find her friend Kay.

-The Cherokee Rose-

When the Cherokee people were made to move on the trail of tears they lost many people, including children. The cherokee rose appeared on the trail to give them comfort and remind them of their strength and courage to protect their remaining children. The golden center is a reminder of the white mans greed.

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Uses in Witchcraft

Much of the folklore revolves around lost love and death. This is a wonderful plant for helping a grieving heart, it's even classified as a euphoriant herb for purposes just like this. It holds the heart and helps you cry and grieve. For what is grief if not love preserving? (thank you WandaVision).

The thorns are also seen as protective, surrounding Briar Rose's castle as she slumbered, protecting her from would be suitors. Maybe a good plant to help you sort out your own. I've even seen rose thorns used to beat away harmful spirits.

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Safety Notes

The petals may reduce iron absorption in humans when taken at the same time as iron supplements, please wait an hour between the iron and the rose tea. Rose hips are safe, just strain out the hairs to avoid irritation.

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Conclusion

The wild rose is a perfect flower for this time of year, as many people begin focusing more on ancestors and general spirit work. I've used it as an offering to many different spirits of the dead and it has been received well (unlike some other plants). While many people think of it as a flower of love, there's more to love than romance.

References:

Iowa State University Extension Office

Midwest Medicinal Plants by Lisa M. Rose

The Legend of the Cherokee Rose

Southern Cunning by Aaron Oberon

Images

Title image made on Canva

The Birth of Venus, Sandro Botticelli (c. 1484-1486)

The Awakening of Adonis, John William Waterhouse (1899-1900)

Michelangelo's Pieta (commissioned 1637)

Prince Florimund finds the Sleeping Beauty - Project Gutenberg etext 19993

Kay and Gerda in their garden high up on the roof by Arthur Rackham

Trail of Tears painting, artist unknown

[prue84]

Siblings socials: The beast's lair

Fandom: BBC’s Merlin (post-canon, modern magic) AU AU: The Pendragon siblings return (sequel: modern magic) Series: Siblings socials — [ Reblogs > Likes | No AI involved ] —

You thought Arthur, being a former king, would always be the master in any couple or pairing? Well, think better. Morgana is more than willing to prove the world that is Merlin the serval who commands between the two.

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Morgana, the famed once Queen of Camelot and socials star, has taken her duties of chronicling her brother Arthur's adjusting to the modern world very seriously. If she has a chance to humiliate him, in face of the legendary epitome of noble warrior built around him during the centuries, she will do it gladly, not even hiding a smirking during the whole time. As socials love cats, who is she to deprive the socials from pics of Merlin the grumpy serval? The fact that Arthur is sleeping in an idiotic pose on the background is just a bonus point.

More about the AU under the cut. (More fanworks from this AU at the links above) (More fanworks about the prequel here)

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About the AU The story is a sequel to the The Pendragon Sibling. Eventually, the druid give the royal couple a serval as gift for their renowned peace between the throne and the magic people. The servan turns out to be a very magical boy. At the same time Morgana acquires a puma, who happens to be the disguise of an High Priestess. I elaborated a bit here. * Not even the union of the Pendragon siblings, as King of Lands and Queen of Avalon and royal couple ruling over Camelot, with Morgause the High Priestesses of the old religion and Emrys the immortal dragonlord as their shadows and mates, is enough to prevent Arthurs tragic end at Camlann at the hands of the traitor Mordred. After Camlann, Merlin withdraws in his own pain, while Queen Morgana rules wisely for the next decades, assuring that the golden age of Camelot continues. When the time to retire from the mortal life comes, Morgana, with her loyal companion Morgause and Merlin, retires on the island at the center of the lake Avalon, taking residence in the tower standing there. Centuries pass, between long sleeps and new lives in the world outside. But magic, for a series or undisclosed circumstances, have been slowly fading in the lands outside of Avalon since the Siblings balance was lost with the death of Arthur. The more they are away from the island, center of the Old Magic, the more the contact is faint, and both Morgause and Merlin feel the need to stay in their animal forms. Until magic is so weak that they are stuck in their animal form even when staying at the tower. In the 21th century Morgana is following an academic career. Every morning, during breakfast, she keeps the tv on to make some background sounds. One morning the BBC's morning program suddenly switches to a live from the town of Avalon, for news about some odd happenings at the lake. The country wonders if this is the day when King Arthur will finally raise. There has been many false alarm. This morning is different, though. Morgana, with her two felines, rushes to the lake through magic and is there to see Arthur emerge from the waters. Merlin, a one-century-and-half ancient serval, attacks everyone present, Arthur included, and Arthur himself is forced to draw Excalibur to suffuse the situation, before his sister is arrested and his feline mate put down as the rabid cat he is. After the necessary time to familiarize with a world that is completely different from the one he remembers, Morgana introduces Arthur to the marvels of the socials and together they become Twitter stars, entertaining people with their commentaries on Arthurian-related productions and their bickering. Between Morgana's interviews and bits shared by Arthur on socials, the world is revealed that the Matter of Britain is mostly made of lies and exaggerations. BBC reaches out to Morgana to collaborate to write a series that would tell the true story of the Pendragons. Morgana launches herself in the project with eagerness. As the search for a proper location to set Camelot is about to start, Morgana hints that she might has the original castle miniaturized and preserved by magic and she would be amenable to make available as set, as long as the production covers the costs of restoration. Thus the Pendragons get their old nest back restored to its golden days free of charge, and Arthur can return to live in his natural habitat. Eventually, the true identity and nature of the felines, believed to be just animals given immortality by magic and relics of the golden age of Camelot, will be revealed, But that's another story for another time.

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Notes Initially, this - the original screencap minus the serval - was supposed to be an Instagram-mock shared by the Merlin of the National Treasure instagram AU, but I didn't have the text ready and was thus stuck since 2018. Some months ago I decided to switch the poster from Merlin to the Morgana of this AU. It made no sense for Morgana to share a pic of her sleeping brother without Merlin the serval around, so the idea of putting a serval on the bed came. Tec stuffs (aka Behind The Manip) A nightmare. I couldn't find a serval pic that fit with the perspective required. And when I did, they came with dark shadows on their legs I couldn't fix. So I had to use the blankets to mask here and there, which came with another challenge on its own. Instagram graphic made all by-hand, with much moving/copy/pasting and, especially, a wearying research to find out which font the website used. No template site. Since I created my own template, it won't reflect any future changes the platform might make (I have no intention of modify my template).

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I am so hoping Bridgerton will Go There with Eloise x Cressida, but I also hope that… (book series spoiler and show-related rumor discussion under the cut)

…Francesca’s second love interest really does get genderbent to become Lady Michaela Stirling. A quick debunk of all the reasons I’ve seen people argue against this:

- They can still do a tie-in edition of the book, just put Fran’s actress Hannah Dodd on the cover without either of her love interests and highlight that the season is “inspired by” the book. They can even have Julia Quinn or another writer pull a Twilight and write the genderbent Michaela version of the novel and sell that too, double the books, double the profit. (They can do the same thing with the Eloise book if her TV love interest is Cressida or a recast [or rehired if she wants to come back and they can make the set a safer workplace for her mental health] Marina!)

- I understand that people who love book!Michael might be disappointed, but actually, book!Michael will not stop existing if the show goes the Michaela route! The book will be there for you, unchanged, no matter how the show adapts it. It doesn’t go away.

- The inheritance and infertility plot lines can be adapted, just differently. Maybe Michaela’s dad or brother inherits and knows she’s gay, accepts her, and gives her an allowance to live on. Maybe she’s a widow with a baby boy and he inherits.

- The infertility plotline doesn’t need to end with Fran getting pregnant, especially given that many people who struggle with their fertility in real life never do get pregnant. She can struggle with infertility/loss while married to John, then grieve him and their lost child, then when she’s ready to move on with a new love, she either adopts Michaela’s son or they adopt a ward together to raise as their own. (Adoption, when done ethically, is a VALID form of family-making.) Or F&M are the cool aunts who do all the babysitting for their niblings.

- Even if their relationship can’t be public, and that will always be a source of sadness and stress, they can still have accepting families and take each other as wives in their hearts if not in the law. Queer people have always existed and fallen in love. Allies have always existed and loved their queer relatives/friends, even when that was a dangerous and unpopular choice.

- Besides, this show does not have to be historically accurate. Maybe Queen Charlotte hears Brimsley and Reynolds’ love story and makes LGBT+ equality the law of the land about it.

- The concept of a long story arc where we see a character love her first partner deeply, mourn them, then fall just as deeply in love with a new person of a different gender from her first spouse, is so rare! A bi person who gets to articulate that all of the loves in her life are valid and equal is so sadly rare in media! This season would (I hope) force people to acknowledge that there’s more than straight or gay, that you can’t act like a bi person’s ex-husband “doesn’t count” just because she has a wife now. It would be so good!!!

- Also, while I’m at it, bi4bi Sophie and Benedict. She finds out he’s queer by seeing some exquisite male nudes in his sketchbook and is not even a little bit bothered. She aggressively finds him sexy about it, to combat the discomfort a lot of (straight) women have with dating bi men in real life. They both love having a partner who understands what it feels like to be bisexual, always stuck in the middle. This one’s just a headcanon… unless…?

- You got 3 straight couples already, you can share. And if you’re homophobic to me on this post I will block you. I’m just having fun speculating here.