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[visions--of--collisions]

miles opening up to hobie like he can't help himself "how are you even cooler under the mask?" "we got in a fight, but ... they just want what's best for me" "i want to be in a band; i wanna see my friends, and i need a watch to do that" when he knows him all of 30mins and is convinced the guy's his Rival For Gwen's Affections would be so fucking funny if it didn't make me so emotionaL

[darlingofvalyria]

As lovers, you and Aegon were the best. As exes, you and him might be the actual worst. But he can't help himself, and you're powerless to your own desires. A Halloween Party, more than hard liquor, and glances that attempts to stifle stares of want— everything comes to a catalyst.

╰┈➤ PROMPTS ❝ INTOXICATED, DOM/SUB DYNAMICS ❞

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 2,359 ] [ masterlist ] | Modern!AU Aegon Targaryen II x F!Reader

contains— smut, angsty - exes to lovers, frat parties, college au!, possessive, cheating (not you or aeg), intoxication - messy sex for the messy exes, sorta toxic if you squint - petnames: sweet angel, sweet girl, sweetheart - mention of drug usage, slight hint addiction - nsfw: fingering, overstimulation, marking, dubcon + enthusiastic agreement, degradation, praise kink, dom!aeg— dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink if you squint, creampie - no betas.

a/n— hopefully this works for the request! it's a little... sadder and smuttier, but hey! ahahah! this is why i don't do daily kinktober. as an overwriter, it's just not possible to be quick jsdhjsh. comment, reblog & like at will, mi luvs, mwa!

It starts with, "Don't look, it's your ex."

And you pause. You freeze. You physically feel the adrenaline course through each and which way vein in your system, finding the end of your epidermis and hairline. It's a lot and you still have yet to land your eyes on him. The punch you've been offered not long ago that's slowly been condensing between your fingers register in your brain as cold, a drink, alcoholic— that you toss your head back and chug.

You sputter and choke afterward, your friend slamming her hand on your back in sympathy. "F-fuck. That's gross."

"Dude," she nervously giggles. "I don't think you were supposed to throat shot that."

"It tastes chemical, like chugging a nuclear reactor. I don't recommend it either." You exchange each hand to wipe the wetness on your skirt and holding your glass, trying to settle your nerves. "Where is he?"

"Got waylaid by two frat brothers, Dumb and Dumber, I think... think he's chatting up— yep, Frat President, with... an Olsen Twin on his lap. Fuck. I'm sorry, bestie."

You try to laugh but it comes out strangled. Because of course. Aegon is a pretty comet who streaks by, just as pretty and just as infrequent, coming to pass like a godly miracle and people just devours him.

Because he's Aegon, always the shiniest star, the bestest friend, somehow everyone's first something. First kiss, first messy hookup, first 'and he did this thing with his tongue, oh my gods, I saw five stars and the moon!', etcetera.

You aren't his first love and you sure as shit aren't going to be his first heartbreak. You wonder how many heartbreaks it'll be tonight; there's a running tally of three heartbreaks within one party, a fantastical rumour, a proud, mysogynistic chidding between male friends— before you got together with him, before your sphere ever clashed with Aegon Targaryen when he too was just a comet to you, a moon, an asteroid— always on orbit but always outside, unknown to the taste of his lips when he giggles between kisses, nor the pretty sighs when your fingers find the bulge in his pants.

Fuck. You're getting teary and you're in your first Halloween party since breaking up with Aegon. You got dressed up and had gotten your makeup done by your more creative friend.

You need to stop wasting emotions and cruelly painful thoughts for the star haired boy.

"Fuck it. Where's the hard drugs?"

Your friend snorts. "I'm not letting you do hard drugs. I am going to do very nice grass with you from very nice people on the sofa already hallucinating."

"Fine. But we're doing shots."

Aegon didn't see you the first time he arrived, but he will always, always find you in a crowd.

It's your laughter that triggers it this time, a sound embedded in his bones that he turns like a dog at the sound, as if finding his master. And then you're there, loose and happy, his heart stuttering at the pure joy and fun in your face, in your body, as you swayed slightly the beat, holding a freshly emptied shot glass.

He swallows. Fuck. You're still so pretty.

Your makeup is done sharper, your lips glossy and bright— a cherry red. His mouth watering when you pout dramatically at your friend, the pulsing lights caressing every dip and bow, every curve and edge of you. Your hair is loose, framing your face with a fake, paper halo over your head that sparkles in glitter, matching the body glitter across your shoulders and collarbones, even the peeks of your thighs under the white, silk dress that, with a jump in his throat, has his cock standing at attention.

He knows that dress.

He remembers the ghostly echoes of the lace detailing atop your chest, how it feels under his palms when he skates his hand over to squeeze your tits, the feel of the silk against his stomach when you lean over his body as your pussy flutters, clenching, while you roll and grind against him, trying to find pleasure—

"Fucking hell," he downs the punchy, mysterious liquid that's just straight vodka with rum, soda and strawberry syrup (absolutely disgusting but good enough for college students on a Friday), because he's fucking hard, and you're just there, oblivious, dancing, looking gorgeous, and his heart is aching. You're everything he's ever want, desired and should have kept better care for— fuck all the arguments, all the fights, all the stupid little reasons that he can't remember anymore why you two broke up —

And his stare is heated, penetrative, because the next thing he knows you're looking back at him. A thread of swallowing gaze, of empty thought but the baseborn sound of a Halloween party and two people who can't look away. Their past is twisted between them, their future uncertain, but their present is here and the want is certain.

The shared heat is gone when a hand is on his shoulder and he is forcibly turned. Qoren Martell shakes his head, lips turned down.

"No, dude. That's a bad idea."

And Aegon smirks because that's what's expected of him. His fingers tingle as he clench and unclench them. He can't be seen mooning over an ex.

"Not if she wants it."

It's a douchebag reply, an Aegon Second of His Name reply, but Qoren knows him better than that, even Jason who's not even looking at him, staring at Solana who was grinding against some frat bro from Beta Theta while staring directly at him.

Aegon snorts when Qoren smacks Jason's head.

"So that's why you didn't bring Johanna, you fucker." Aegon takes another beer, itching for the paraphernalia hot in his pocket. You've turned away and the itch is back, low but steady.

Jason shrugs. "I don't know what you mean."

"I am not babysitting both of you, motherfucks," Qoren mutters. "You're both responsible of your mistakes tonight I'm meeting Somi tomorrow and neither of you messy fuckers are going to ruin that for me, alright?" With that, he slaps a hand on both of their backs, making Jason curse as his beer spills.

When Aegon watches Qoren leave, he turns back to you and see you're already staring, irises too wide, full lips slightly open, and the thrum of heat, nice and striking, runs down his body.

He's going to fuck you. Or you're going to fuck him. It's set in stone, written in fate's ink. When you move away, his stare hooked on you, he smirks the moment you turn back to see if he's still watching, starving, and cocking your head as if asking,

Not going to follow?

But of course he does, it's you and him.

It doesn't start with a kiss. It's a hungry stare meeting in a bathroom mirror spotted by dry water, and he knows what you need, taking your hair in his hand as he stands beside you, tugging you toward him as a gasp leaves your lips, your hands winding to his hips, anchoring yourself.

"How much have you had?" he asks, moving his hand to your neck, stroking the edge of your jaw, watching your wet lashes and licking lips. "Come on, sweet angel." His other hand moves to the edge of your white silk, running his nails across your thighs.

"Does it matter? I want you." A breathy whimper leaves your lips as his mouth latches on your neck, tugging your hair to the side to start sucking bruises as his hand finds your panties and a groan rips out of him.

"You're this wet, sweet angel? All for me?"

"I was grinding on, hhh— Jon, don't flatter your—" You yelp, a sounding slap on your wet cunt and your wetness clings to his hand. You squirm in his hold, but he tightens, cupping your centre with his thick hand.

"This is my pussy," he hums sweetly, cheekily, but you know better. Aegon got sweeter when he was jealous. He smiled brighter when he got angry. He goaded when he hears warning in someone's voice. Daring them. Daring you. "How fucking dare you let someone— Snow, that creepy, depressed asshole, really, sweetheart? — my pussy?"

A flash of heat in your eyes meets his mullish blue gaze. Heat and hurt. "We've broken up, Aeg. You don't get to own me."

His heart thrums, head swimming— but not much as yours. You don't do drugs as hard as him, and you've been hitting something tonight. Your irises are wider, blacker even when you're turned on. You kept wetting your lips even as slick already covers your gloss. With a hum, he thrusts two of his fingers inside without preamble and you keen, arching against him as he kept a steady, fast pace, using the meat of his palm every few chuckles to rub your clit until your leg shakes.

"F-fuck, fuck, Aeg—" Your hands hold onto him for dear life as you feel your orgasm tide but he doesn't let up, continues his humming with his fingers, his mouth sucking your neck until you feel slobbered through the haze, until it starts to hurt with your overstimulation, forming bruises continually sucked on— and you cum again, too fast and too painful the second time. Pushed rather than pulled into the peak and he coos as he slows once you start crying out, tears in your eyes, mouth agape, patting your pussy and even you can hear the squelch.

His last pat is more of a slap, making you jolt and wail.

He smiles as he meets your watery gaze in the mirror, leaning back against the tiled wall to pull your skirt up, bracing you against his knee so you can see your wet and abused fluffy folds.

"What'd I tell you, darling? This is mine. Even she recognises me when you couldn't. For being an angel, you sure do got a mean streak."

You sniffle, nodding along in your hazy mind. "S-sorry. I'm sorry, Aeg."

"Aw, it's okay, only hurt my heart a little." He gives you a sweet peck on the cheek, fingers running down the wet path of freshly forming bruises on your neck. "I've missed you s'all."

"Me too. I-I've missed you too, baby," you say, eyes burning as you blink at the sincerity, smile turning a little softer, more real. "Wanna feel you."

"You already did, sweets, you did well too. How many special grass have you had?"

"Just okay." You twist in his hold, his knee straightening as you turn to him with your hands on his chest, looking up, pouting. "But I want you."

His cock throbs and you feel it against your thigh, but his face remains neutral, tinged with amusement as if he doesn't want to hoist you and fuck you into oblivion.

"It seems such the angel has forgotten her manners." He presses his thumb against your lip until he pushes it deeper, pressing it against your tongue before letting you suck on it, lashes fluttering.

"That's not what we say when want something. Use your words properly, baby," he mock, heat sizzling inside you, cunt throbbing. Though pleasing him has always been how your dynamic works, enjoying the way your mind blanks, filled only with the desire to be his sweet girl, his good girl while he relishes in dominating you.

Physically manhandling you was one thing, puppeteering your wants to mould his was another.

Loss of control was a soft tissue in Aegon's armour. And though you had gotten close, he had never opened up that part of him.

It was one of the reasons you broke up.

Your intoxicated-addled mind comprehends that, to a level, this is bad, but b, he's close, distracting you with his presence, his thumb on your mouth a familiar action, and you never get just one orgasm from Aegon so it doesn't linger long. The thought vanishes like a salt-licked ghost from a too recent past before you're holding on his hand and you're smiling sweetly.

"I want you to feel good too, Aeg," you whisper. "I want your cock inside me."

And he smiles— won, lost, who knows anymore. "There she is."

The next events are truly hazy. All you can remember is that he's close, closer than he's been in months, in you and stuck to you, snapping his hips against yours while your legs are up and jelly, bunched up in his arms while you hold strong against the wall.

The world is mush of thought, tongue, and messy kisses that are more spit and moan between your familiar, favourite cock driving into you again and again. A steady, almost sweetly, rock of his hips driving into that spongy, hard part of you that makes your toes curl and the pleasure to overwhelm. There's sweat and there are tender presses of his lips on your face when you both calm down, almost too sweetly, too needy for the Aegon that you know.

But every time you're about to come down from that high, he's rocking into you again, squeezing your thighs, your tits, using the mess of your cum and his to rub against your clit, and you're gone again.

The pleasure, driven again and again, wipes your memory of the more tender words he murmurs against your skin.

"L-love you so much, baby, god, you don't know how much I've missed you."

"You cumming again? T-that's a good girl, so sweet f'me, fuck, so good."

You don't know how you got to the room the morning, but you're dry and clean and the morning is stale but not head pounding. And you wake up alone, no trace of Aegon at all.

If it wasn't for the trail of bruised kisses against your throat, the throbbing between your legs, full of shared cum when you dip a finger in— you could've said he was nothing more than a ghost of the past, a pretty little dream.

Hooking up with your ex ends with a toughened heart, too empty to cry as you read a message from him.

BLOCK HIM: i'm sorry.

[cherubdulce]

it’s my birthday and so is sunny’s 🎉 🍰 💛✨

[lilacerull0]

rewatching the eleventh hour as one does and the fact that amy is talking to santa ON EASTER (when the dr has just gotten resurrected -> a concept she replicates when she unsuccessfully kills little amelia - just like 11 can't shake 10 off entirely - and becomes amy pond) and later on asks the doctor how could a swimming pool and a library exist in the same space when she is literally bringing two not even opposing, but "why would you ever think of connecting these?" concepts together - santa and easter. amy pond has ALWAYS been a girl built like a tardis (too many timelines, doesn't make sense, if you look at her heart you won't be able to handle it) no WONDER the doctor loves her so much.

[savoryangel]

“ i know that we could be more than just friends

but you’re scared “

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[faguscarolinensis]

Rhododendron prunifolium / Plumleaf Azalea at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

I did this silly doodle for an amazing tr collab I participated last month. But today I decided to put some color on it (pink, that was the color, obviously ✨), so...

TA-DAAAAA!

Watch my non-existent drawn abilities!

(he looks so happy tho, I'm kinda proud of this one, ngl 🙈)

[crude-oil-anon]

The 1k Message Confession

It's been quite a journey, hasn't it?

I never expected to go this far. Really, I thought my first ask would be nothing but a one off reference to an in-joke. Something to chuckle at offhandedly once or twice and then forget about.

But then, people started wondering. And I realized I could make a game out of it. Engage with people on a friendly level that I hadn't done before! Sending asks to the main blog, talking in the server at the same time, giving people a run for their money! And it was fun, wasn't it? People laughed, people sobbed, I gave silly speeches, people tried to figure everything out.

The truth is, I was leading you in circles from the beginning. I've lied not once, not twice, but upwards of three times. Oh, don't get me wrong - I was leading you to a specific person, but the person was never really me. I was a faker from the beginning. This was a framing, if you will.

I'm sorry to disappoint everyone. I really didn't think we would reach this goal this soon - I thought it'd all just sail by. Kit extended the deadline, though, and with that, you all got even more determined.

I really am sorry. I guess it's time for me to stop drinking crude oil, though. I'll see you some other time, with a brand new jug of oil.

I'm not sure if I'll be confessing who I really was. I'd like to not be thought of as the one who strung you all along and ruined your chance at more fish flakes. I'm sure if I gave you guys slightly more hints now, you could backtrack to the early stages of this and figure me out quickly, but... I'm really not sure if that's the route I want to go down, if this is what I want to be associated with.

Kit, I'm sorry for the inbox spam at the beginning. Thank you for tolerating it!

Detectives, I'm sorry you were misled. Thank you for trying your hardest - you made this fun!

Suspects, I'm sorry you were accused of something that was never true. I hope you enjoyed it regardless!

[good-oldfashioned-lover]

do you relate to the moon or sun more?

The moon for sure. It goes thru phases but it is, inherently, always just the moon. Ykwim? And the moon always gets its shine from the sun and I feel like I get that. The moon is also autistic and nobody can change my mind. And it has all these scars and wounds but somehow, thats what makes it even more prettier. And nobody really really sees the moon unless they look for it or if they're a poet at heart. And I get that. I feel like the moon sees the most tragedies. The sun just sees the after effects of the tragedy. But the moon also a spectator to some of the most beautiful things being created within the mind and I would like to be like that someday. Like a muse to someone... yeah

[cowbutchranch]

I would very much appreciate it if you could try and remember some of those details, darling 👀

(hypothetically I'm a switch, definitely not a dom but not necessarily a sub either. Tell May there's no need to be shy 😘) - 🌻

well.. the biggest one is may said they would be such a good girl and is more than happy to do their part.

(mhm mhm. I’m writing this down, very much noted)

[ufopartyyyy]

continuación de esto / willow creek

@bubbl3corn⠀)⠀⠀alfonsina sentía el sudor enfriandose en su piel, sonrisa había desaparecido desde que dejó ese lado del establo, revisando una emergencia vacuna que habia previsto & además, habia hecho demorar adrede para mantener a los encargados allí, mientras alena estaba en la oficina del lugar. no podría sola, & aunque intenta disimular, es la primera vez que hace algo así & ahora no sabe como su amiga periodista vive haciendolo. arriesgando su vida para descubrir lo que otros ocultan, porque la veterinaria está apunto de vomitar allí mismo. se despidió, quitándose los guantes en busca de los lavaderos cerca de la oficina, creyendo que ya era tiempo suficiente & podría sacarla como la metió, sin que nadie se diera cuenta, viendo por sobre su hombro antes de entrar, musitando. ⠀❛ ¿n-necesitas mas tiempo?, n-no, ya... ya casi termino & ya t-tenemos que irnos... ❜⠀

[darlingofvalyria]

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REQUESTS | daemyra, punishments pt.ii

[inkcat1987]

Dream is getting ready for school

[donnaamoss]

like that’s ROMANCE

[meeeebbottalofscruhmpyuyy]

Bro went sober before?

Was it for similar prank-related reasons or did he legit try to quit drinking?

Tryied2 stahp. Ithinkt itsbecisyde

Beauss

Bascuee

Becausd

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Idontr eememeber

[androdetective]

Hello! I love your artwork and your 31 Minutos AU alot, (it's so cool seeing more in depth analysis of these characters)!

If possible, do you have anymore information on your AU version of Policarpo?

(Sorry for such a random ask, it's mostly because Poli is my favourite character in the show)

Hi! And tysm it goes very appreciated :]

And sure! Something I find interesting about the og Policarpo, while he can be judgemental to other characters, he's insecure about presenting himself to them (particularly feminine wise) Even though the others know he likes to present femininely, he denies he does. And despite this, he still dresses to work in suits. He dresses professionally as a man. And we know he doesn't like risking getting himself into scandals.

Guaripolo could give less of a shit about what people think of him. He's even rebellious. He does whatever he wants. They seem like quite different characters with this. With swap Policarpo, with Guaripolo's confidence, I imagine he's able to express himself more freely. He's able to do more things he wants. I think he feels more happier because of this. He still has a strong love for music. He also hates that he was rejected as host for the top rankings. Combine his love + pettiness + confidence to do whatever he wants, this is what drives him to try to replace Guaripolo. It doesn't work and Guaripolo would remain the host. This is what he wants and he plans on getting it. He gets annoyed that Guaripolo is so laid back with the one-sided rivalry and thinks he doesn't take his work seriously. Guaripolo just thinks he's funny.

I think that as Poli grows more comfortable and more rebellious, he'd take some inspiration from the punk scene. Idk just a random thought 💀