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[wiltedflowerpetals]

Fluff = 🌸 | Angst = 💔 | Smut = 💦 | Yandere = 🥀 | Requests = ☀️ | Phone Texts/Chat Rooms = 📱 Headcanon = *

⇢ Controller

Agent 01 – Brimstone/Liam Bryne

Agent 02 – Viper/Sabine Callas

Agent 03 - Omen

Agent 16 – Astra/Efia Danso

Agent 21 – Harbor/Varun Batra

Agent 25 – Clove

Reader who skates* (Clove, Cypher, Neon) ☀️🌸

⇢ Duelist

⇢ Initiator

⇢ Sentinel

[exorcqism]

﹆₊注意‧₊˚ PAY ATTENTION TO ME, KAMO CHOSO

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ your boyfriend has been on the game for the whole day. why not distract him a little? wc, 1.23K. dark mode recommended.

␥ note. this idea had me giggling and kickin my feet. i’m back from my “break”. and did yall see the eclipse monday? it was mad pretty. also with gamer!choso, he strikes me as a destiny 2/valorant/overwatch player. hope ya enjoy the storyyyy. reblog to support meeee

␥ tags. gamer!choso, reader is getting bored watching choso play, smut, riding him while he plays his game, female anatomy, etc. lmk if i missed anything

␥ misc. masterlist AO3

perched on the edge of the bed, you watched as your boyfriend choso raged and fumed at his teammates, their second loss in a single hour driving him to madness. his body was taut and rigid, every muscle coiled with tension as his nimble fingers flew across the keyboard, navigating the character with precision.

you sat there, wishing those hands were on you, exploring every inch of your body instead of his loadout before starting another round. the room was filled with the sound of clicking keys and expletives as if a storm was brewing within the small space.

your gaze remained fixated on the back of choso's head, tracing every strand of his obsidian hair that flowed from his low ponytail and clung to the pale skin of his neck.

the rest of his hair framed his face in a silken curtain, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline and cheekbones. you couldn't help but study every minute detail, from the way strands danced in the breeze to the slight sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.

the deafening roar of weapons firing and the frustrated mutterings of choso echoed through the air, seeming to last for an eternity before the match finally came to an end.

with a jubilant shout, choso leapt up from his seat, celebrating his team's victory with wild enthusiasm. your nostrils flared in annoyance and your shoulders slumped in disappointment, but then a spark of determination ignited in your mind as an idea popped into your head.

as you rose from the bed, the springs beneath it groaned in protest. choso was engrossed in his favorite game, his fingers moving deftly over the keyboard as he swiftly maneuvered the controls. you straddled him, feeling the creak of his chair as you settled onto his lap.

choso's smile widened as he glanced up at you, then quickly leaned in to kiss your head before returning his attention to the screen. A warm flush spread across your cheeks and your lips couldn't help but curve into a delighted grin.

"choso," you prodded playfully. "you've been playing valorant since we woke up…are you sure there isn't something else you’d rather do, something more fun?" the room was filled with the glow of the computer screen, but all you wanted was some time with your boyfriend and doing something more fun than sitting inside playing video games all day.

choso let out a heavy sigh, his brow furrowing as he spoke. "i know," he said, his deep voice carrying a hint of frustration. "but listen, baby, just a couple more games and i'll get off. we can do whatever you want, okay?"

his proposal sounded intriguing, but your impatience was growing with each passing second. without much thought, you agreed to choso's request and soon found yourself removing your shorts. he didn't even notice, too focused on claiming another victory in his game.

you took a moment to study the man before you. his grey joggers were neatly tied in a knot at his waist, emphasizing the noticeable bulge beneath the cloth. your gaze traveled up to meet his intense violet eyes, which sparkled with determination as he focused on the screen in front of him. it was the same look he gave you when he pounded into you after a stressful day, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

with furtive glances around the room, you leaned forward and gently tugged at the strings of his pants, slowly pulling down both his joggers and boxers. despite your efforts to be discreet, you couldn't help but marvel at the thought of being caught. choso seemed completely oblivious, not even paying you any mind.

once his pants were low enough for you to access, you carefully adjusted yourself onto his lap and positioned yourself above his erect shaft. as you made yourself comfortable, you couldn't help but smirk at how unaware he was. how could he not notice someone pulling his pants off or feel your drenched core pressing against him?

your slick coated his length as you dragged it teasingly against him, reveling in the knowledge that anyone would have noticed such blatant actions. but choso remained blissfully unaware, lost in his own thoughts as you took control of the situation.

choso was completely lost in his video game, the bright graphics and music consuming his senses. he barely noticed when you wrapped your arms around his body, pressing yourself closer and grinding against him, small whimpers escaping your lips. it wasn't until he felt your movements become more urgent that he snapped back to reality.

he let out a low groan as he tried to focus on both the game and the pleasure you were giving him. but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to do so. "fuck, couldn't you wait?" he strained, feeling his breath getting heavier as he rolled his hips back against yours. his vision started to blur as the sensations overtook him.

choso bit down on his lower lip, trying to hold onto his control as you moaned in his ear. "you were taking too long," you finally replied, panting slightly. the chair beneath you both creaked under your weight as your hips continued to grind against each other, the room filled with the sounds of the game and your shared desire.

as the game drew to a close, choso struggled to concentrate on finishing as your urgent movements pressed against him. the rhythm of your body, shifting from slow to fast, kept him on edge. your moans and cries drowned out the sounds of the game, overwhelming his senses.

tears glistened in your eyes, reflecting the intensity of your desire. choso's heart raced as he tried to keep up with your escalating passion. each touch and kiss was like a fire burning through his veins, igniting a deep desire within him. as the intensity grew, he found himself lost in the moment, completely consumed by you.

as the intensity grew, your mouth began to salivate, and drool escaped from your parted lips. the sensation of choso's body against yours was overwhelming, and you could feel him nearing his climax. your moans echoed in the room, mingling with his. your nails dug deeper into his back, leaving marks symbolizing this passionate moment.

just as choso reached his peak, so did you. warm liquid spurted from his tip and onto his chair and thigh, evidence of the pleasure he had experienced with you. during the aftermath, your fluids mingled with his, coating his now softened shaft. you put your head down on his shoulder, your breath hitting his skin as you tried to catch your breath.

you were about to move yourself off of choso but you felt his arm squeeze tightly around your waist. he kissed your neck and moved up to your ear. "you made me lose my game," he whispered, eyeing his computer screen that showed a death screen.

a mischievous smirk played at the corners of your lips as you looked at him, "well, i can't say i feel bad or whatever," you teased. "i think a little distraction was exactly what you needed." the air between the two of you crackled with energy as you waited for his response, ready to pounce with more playful banter. choso rolled his eyes.

“whatever. next time i’m locking you out,” choso grumbled, finally letting you get up.

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

A Dragon's Wedding

pairing: Fanon!Halaena Targaryen x Male OC

summary: The wedding of Helaena and Rhaegal is finally here. And so is the wedding night.

Word count: 5,5K

Warnings: Fluff, incest, mention of alcohol, mention of blood, smut, P in V, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Slight breeding kink

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The air in Rhaegal's chamber was charged with anticipation. The grand stone walls of Dragonstone cast a cool, muted light on the scene within. Rhaegal Targaryen, the soldier prince, stood before a polished mirror, his mismatched eyes capturing a flicker of excitement he would never admit to anyone.

One eye was a striking amethyst, inherited from the Targaryen line; the other, a piercing shade of blue, a unique feature shared with his mother. His tall, lean figure bore the marks of a warrior, a testament to his years of rigorous training. Silverlight, his sword, hung proudly on his belt, a symbol of his skill and valor.

As he stood in front of the mirror, Rhaegal's platinum-blonde hair cascaded down to just below his shoulders, its shimmering strands the color of dragonfire. He had chosen to leave it loose, refusing the intricate braids and embellishments favoured by others on this momentous occasion.

In the corner of the room, his chosen servant, a trusted figure who had been by his side through countless battles, worked diligently to fasten the intricate clasps of his royal wedding attire. Rhaegal's preference for privacy was clear; he had allowed only this one male servant to assist him in this most intimate of moments.

Rhaegal maintained his stoic demeanour, his face an unreadable mask. He was a soldier prince, after all, and emotions were best kept hidden, especially on a day as significant as this.

As the servant carefully adjusted the royal cloak bearing the Targaryen sigil on his shoulders, Rhaegal couldn't help but steal a glance at the ornate wedding attire laid out on the bed. It was resplendent in shades of crimson and black, meant for a princess of House Targaryen. Today, Helaena would become his wife, his partner in the intricate dance of politics and power.

While excitement bubbled beneath his stoicism, he held onto the discipline that had guided him through countless battles. Rhaegal Targaryen was ready, but he allowed no one, not even his future bride, to see the depth of emotion that lay beneath the surface.

And so, as he prepared to embark on this new chapter of his life, the soldier prince stood tall, a symbol of strength and composure, ready to face whatever challenges and triumphs lay ahead in his union with Princess Helaena Targaryen.

The room was filled with a quiet sense of purpose as Rhaegal's servant finished fastening the last clasp on his royal attire. The cloak, bearing the Targaryen sigil, lay perfectly across his broad shoulders.

Rhaegal, with his platinum-blonde hair framing his strong, chiseled features, surveyed his reflection in the mirror one last time. He nodded, satisfied with his appearance, though his mismatched eyes held a hint of apprehension.

"Thank you," he said to the servant, his voice measured and controlled. The servant bowed respectfully and exited the room, leaving Rhaegal alone with his thoughts.

With practiced precision, Rhaegal slid Silverlight into its ornate scabbard, feeling the familiar weight of his sword. It was a companion he had trusted on countless battlefields, and today, it symbolized his readiness for the intricate political battles of the Targaryen court.

As he turned away from the mirror, his gaze landed on the wedding attire laid out for Helaena, a resplendent vision of crimson and black. The sight reminded him of the significant role they were to play in the intricate dance of the Targaryen dynasty.

Rhaegal's stoic facade remained firmly in place, but deep within, he couldn't deny a surge of anticipation. He knew that today marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life—one that held both challenges and triumphs. His marriage to Princess Helaena was a political alliance, but he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them as husband and wife.

With one last glance at the mirror, he took a deep breath, his resolve unwavering. Today, he would stand before gods and men, pledging himself to Helaena, a princess of House Targaryen. As the soldier prince, he understood the importance of the union, and he was determined to fulfill his duty with honor and dedication.

Rhaegal exited the chamber, his steps steady and measured. The ceremony awaited, and he would face it with the same composure that had guided him through battles and challenges in the past. The soldier prince was ready for the next chapter of his life, even if the depth of his emotions remained hidden beneath his stoic exterior.

As Rhaegal stood ready, the weight of tradition and duty pressed upon his shoulders. His mismatched eyes, one amethyst and the other blue, held a depth of determination as he prepared to marry Princess Helaena Targaryen, a union that would bind two Valyrian souls together.

But Rhaegal was adamant that their marriage would honor their Valyrian heritage. They were dragons, descendants of the old Valyria, and their union deserved to be celebrated in the ancient Valyrian way.

In the chambers where Helaena awaited, a sense of quiet reverence filled the air. The ceremony would be performed before the crowd in the Throne room, a sacred place that had witnessed countless Targaryen unions.

Rhaegal, in his resplendent attire, made his way to the Throne room, where the room buzzed with excitement from the guests who were probably witnessing a Valyrian wedding for the first time. The quiet murmurs of guests could be heard as they gathered, eager to witness the Valyrian wedding.

As the ceremony began, the Valyrian words of binding echoed through the air, resonating with centuries of tradition. Rhaegal and Helaena exchanged vows in the ancient tongue, their words carrying the weight of their house and their legacy.

The hushed gathering of Targaryen family and trusted allies watched in awe as the Valyrian wedding ceremony unfolded. The air was filled with the weight of tradition, and the Valyrian words of binding echoed through the Throne room.

The Valyrian ceremony continued with the offering of ancient Valyrian symbols—a silver chalice filled with the purest Dragonstone wine and a dragon's egg, symbolising the fire and blood that flowed through their veins. As the sun's rays filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow over the couple, they each took a sip of the wine and touched the dragon's egg, a powerful symbol of their bond and destiny.

Rhaegal and Princess Helaena Targaryen, their amethyst and sapphire eyes reflecting the ancient lineage of Valyria, exchanged vows in the venerable tongue of their forefathers. Their words carried the resonance of centuries of Targaryen history, binding them together in a union that was as enduring as the Valyrian steel their house prized.

With half of Westeros as their witnesses, they sealed their vows with a kiss, a symbol of their commitment and love. The Targaryen sigil, a crimson dragon on a black field, was emblazoned on their garments, a testament to their shared heritage

With the blessing of the measter, the Valyrian ceremony was complete, and Rhaegal couldn't help but feel a profound connection to Helaena as they stood together before gods and men.

But they were mindful of the complexities of their world, where the Green Queen held sway. To honor both their Valyrian heritage and the political realities of their time, Rhaegal and Helaena decided to host a second ceremony, a Seven wedding, for the benefit of the Green Queen and her court.

After the Valyrian ceremony, the couple, still resplendent in their regal attire, where the Seven wedding was to take place was the same as the Valyrian Wedding.

Rhaegal's eyes, held a subtle blend of tradition and compromise. He understood the necessity of diplomacy in their world, and so he would entertain the Green Queen with grace and dignity.

The Seven wedding unfolded with the grandeur and opulence that was expected in the Targaryen court, pleasing the Green Queen and her supporters.

Through the day, Rhaegal and Helaena navigated the delicate balance between honoring their Valyrian roots and appeasing the political forces at play. It was a testament to their adaptability and strength as a couple, bound not only by love but also by the intricate web of Targaryen politics.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over Dragonstone, Rhaegal and Helaena, united in both Valyrian and Green ceremonies, faced the future as husband and wife. Their love, their traditions, and their compromises were the foundation upon which their journey would unfold, a testament to the complexities of their world and their enduring commitment to each other.

The Throne Room of the Red Keep was transformed into a grand banquet hall, its towering iron throne overshadowed by the opulence of the occasion. The long, feasting tables were adorned with rich crimson and black banners, the colors of House Targaryen, and dragon motifs adorned the walls.

Rhaegal Targaryen, resplendent in his crimson and black attire, did not leave the side of his new wife, Princess Helaena Targaryen. She was a vision of Valyrian beauty, her flowing gown as ethereal as dragonfire, her eyes shimmering with joy.

The guests, an assembly of Targaryen kin, noble lords, and ladies from various houses, gathered to celebrate the union of the soldier prince and the princess. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and anticipation as they enjoyed the lavish feast.

As the evening progressed, Rhaegal led Helaena to the center of the Throne Room, where a space had been cleared for dancing. The couple stood together, their eyes locked, lost in the moment as they prepared for their first dance as husband and wife.

The soft strains of a Valyrian melody filled the air, and they began to move gracefully across the polished floor, their movements synchronised as if they had been dancing together their entire lives. The Throne Room seemed to fade away, leaving only Rhaegal and Helaena in their world of shared happiness.

As they danced, their connection deepened, and Helaena couldn't help but blush whenever their eyes met. Rhaegal, always composed and stoic, found himself enchanted by her beauty and grace. He whispered words of affection and love, meant for her ears alone, as they swayed to the music.

Slowly, other couples joined them on the dance floor, celebrating their union and the joyous occasion. The Throne Room came alive with the revelry of lords and ladies, their laughter and merriment echoing off the stone walls.

Rhaegal and Helaena continued to dance, their love and unity on display for all to see. In that moment, surrounded by the grandeur of the Red Keep and the warmth of their guests, they knew that their union was a cause for celebration, a testament to the enduring strength of House Targaryen.

As the night wore on and the feast continued, Rhaegal and Helaena remained inseparable, their bond deepening with each passing moment. Their Valyrian wedding had marked the beginning of their journey as husband and wife, and the celebration in the Throne Room was a testament to their love and the joy it brought to those around them.

In the Throne Room of the Red Keep, Rhaegal Targaryen and Princess Helaena Targaryen took to the center of the polished floor, bathed in the soft, flickering glow of dragon-themed candles. Their eyes locked, and they began to dance to the enchanting strains of a Valyrian melody.

Amid the grandeur of the Throne Room, Rhaegal leaned in, his voice a tender whisper that only she could hear over the music.

"You look radiant tonight, my love," he murmured. "Every star in the sky must be jealous of your beauty."

Helaena blushed, her smile brightening. Their movements were graceful, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony as they danced.

"And you, Rhaegal, are the most dashing soldier prince to ever grace the Red Keep," she replied with a fondness in her voice.

As they twirled, Rhaegal continued to whisper, his words filled with humour and love.

"Do you remember the time we met in the courtyard, and you tripped over your own gown?" he reminisced. "I thought you were trying to impress me with a dance move."

Helaena giggled, her laughter like a melodic tune. "You caught me before I could fall flat on my face."

Their laughter mingled with the music as they danced, their worries and the weight of their roles momentarily forgotten.

"Of course, I couldn't let you face that humiliation alone," Rhaegal chuckled. "It's a soldier prince's duty to save princesses from tripping mishaps."

Helaena's eyes sparkled as she remembered that day. "And you did so gallantly."

Their banter continued, Rhaegal ensuring that their minds were focused on the joy of the moment, not the expectations of their wedding night.

"And speaking of duties, my love," he said softly, "let's not think about the wedding night just yet. Tonight, we celebrate our union with joy and merriment."

Helaena nodded in agreement, her gaze locked onto his. "Agreed, Rhaegal. Let's savour this moment and the love we share."

As they danced, their whispered jokes and words of love created a bubble of happiness around them. The Throne Room seemed to fade away, leaving only the soldier prince and the princess in their world of shared laughter, love, and celebration.

Amid the splendour of the Throne Room, Rhaegal and Helaena's dance continued, their steps perfectly synchronised to the Valyrian melody that filled the air. Their eyes remained locked, and the world seemed to fade away as they danced together.

Rhaegal's voice, soft and filled with devotion, found its way into the quiet moments between the notes of the music.

"I promise you, Helaena," he whispered, his gaze unwavering, "I will protect you until the end of my days."

Helaena's heart swelled with emotion at his words. She knew what he meant, though the name went unspoken. It was a vow of love and commitment that extended beyond the dance, beyond the festivities of this night.

In that moment, she felt safe in his arms, secure in the knowledge that Rhaegal would always stand by her side. She smiled, her eyes shining with unspoken gratitude.

Their dance continued, and Helaena chose not to mention the looming uncertainties that hung in the air. She knew that with her father's passing, the realm teetered on the brink of war, a reality that could not be ignored. But tonight was for celebration, for love, and for the promise they held in their hearts.

As they moved gracefully across the floor, their unspoken understanding and the bond they shared deepened. It was a testament to the strength of their love and their willingness to face an uncertain future together.

In the midst of the joy and laughter that surrounded them, Rhaegal and Helaena's dance carried with it the weight of their unspoken vows and the unbreakable bond that would carry them through whatever challenges lay ahead.

As the hours of celebration unfolded in the Throne Room of the Red Keep, revelry and merriment filled the air. The festivities seemed endless, but the joyful atmosphere took an unexpected turn when Aegon, fueled by the excesses of wine, made a brash announcement.

"It's time for the bedding ceremony!" Aegon declared, his voice slurred with drunkenness.

The revellers, caught off guard, erupted into cheers and laughter, as was the tradition in many Westerosi weddings. However, the atmosphere quickly shifted when some of the more enthusiastic guests began to approach Rhaegal and Helaena, intent on taking part in the customary undressing of the bride.

Rhaegal, ever protective of his new wife, swiftly pulled Helaena away from the advancing guests. With determination in his mismatched eyes, he guided her through the maze of well-wishers and out of the Throne Room.

They arrived at the chamber they were to share from that night on, a haven of privacy away from the revelry. Rhaegal's stance was unwavering, and his voice held a firm edge.

"No one will enter this room," he declared to anyone who dared to approach. "I'll cut off the balls of anyone who attempts to step across this threshold without our consent."

His words were a stark reminder of his authority and his determination to protect Helaena's dignity and their shared moment. The threats hung in the air, a clear warning to those who might seek to invade their privacy.

Inside the room, Rhaegal closed the door behind them, creating a barrier against the world outside. He turned to Helaena, his expression softening.

"No one will intrude on our union," he assured her, his voice gentle. "We decide when and how our wedding night unfolds."

Their love and respect for each other were evident in that moment, as they stood united against the expectations and pressures of tradition. Together, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead as husband and wife, on their terms, in their own time.

In the dimly lit chamber, Rhaegal and Helaena stood facing each other, the weight of the evening's events still hanging in the air. Helaena, poised to undress as per tradition, hesitated at the threshold of their new life together.

But Rhaegal, ever considerate and attuned to her emotions, gently placed a hand on her arm, stopping her.

"We don't need to do anything tonight," he murmured, his mismatched eyes filled with understanding and love.

Helaena, overcome with emotions, felt a surge of gratitude and affection for her husband. In that tender moment, she leaned forward and kissed him straight on the lips. Their kiss was a sweet, heartfelt embrace, a testament to the depth of their connection and the love that had blossomed between them.

As they pulled away from the kiss, their eyes locked once more, and Rhaegal's hand gently cupped her cheek. In that moment, they understood that their love would guide them through the complexities of their world, and their wedding night, as significant as it was, could wait for a time when their hearts were ready.

In each other's arms, they found solace and comfort, a sanctuary of love and understanding. As they prepared to embark on the journey of marriage, they knew that their bond would be the foundation upon which they built their life together, a testament to the enduring strength of their love.

Much to Rhaegal's surprise Helaena deepened the kiss, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek, fingers moving through the very little stubble he let grow. Her lips were so soft and tasted of strawberries from the tarts he watched her eat happily during the feast.

"Hel, we don't have to" Rhaegal tried assuring her again. She smiled pulling away a little. Rhaegal thought she would stop then but what surprised him when she began undoing the bodice of her dress.

"But I want to" She muttered, blushing furiously. Seeing the tremble in her hands, Rhaegal reached over taking both of her hands into his and pulled them up to kiss them both.

"Alright, but do tell me to stop when you feel uncomfortable or in pain or just simply want to stop" Rhaegal did not proceed from there until she gave him a nod.

Rhaegal leaned down claiming her lips gently, not wanting to overwhelm her anymore. He let go of her hands to wrap them around her waist instead and pulled her closer to his body. Helaena's hand moved to hold his muscular biceps as she tried to imitate the way his lips moved and kiss him back.

Rhaegal with careful movement began removing Helaena's heavy wedding dress, one piece at a time until she was left only in her linen. He groaned at the sight of her perky nipples peaking through the white fabric. A small spot was also present at the front of her linen showing her arousal.

"You look delicious, dōna vaokses" Sweet spider. Rhaegal murmured with his gruff voice. Helaena clenched her thighs at the sound of his voice, at the nickname he had given her, sweet spider? Her favorite insect? It was too much.

"Kepus" Uncle. Helaena whispered her plea. Rhaegal smiled sweetly down at her. He crouched down slightly to place his hands behind her thighs before standing up again straight. Helaena squealed a little as he pulled her up with him, her legs moved to wrap around his waist for support and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She blushed when she heard laughter behind the door, people were listening in on them.

"Ignore them, dōna vaokses" Rhaegal whispered. Helaena nodded slightly and looked down at him instead of the door. She leaned down and captured his lips with her own missing the feeling of his lips.

Rhaegal moved towards the bed and gently moved to kneel on it before laying her on her back on it. He remained on top of her. His hands moved down to feel her thighs pulling them off his waist, his hands grabbing at them, kneading the flesh wanting to feel more of her soft skin.

His lips trailed down to her neck, placing gentle kisses, she deserved nothing but kindness, she was a gentle soul. She deserved nothing but the best.

Helaena's breathing picked up as Rhaegal trailed down to kiss down to the neckline of her linen. A gasp tore through her lips when his fingers ripped the edges and ripped it right down the middle. Rhaegal chuckled at her reaction and looked up watching her face. Her eyes looked dazed almost. Her fingers ran through his loose hair, playing with the strands before grabbing a fist of it gently and pushed his head closer to her flesh.

Rhaegal obeyed and resumed kissing down to her breasts. They were perfect, she was perfect, that was all Rhaegal could think of. His lips trailed around her right breast before taking her nipple into his mouth. She moaned arching her back wanting to shove more of the flesh into his mouth. His hand moved up her bare stomach to grab the other breast and give it some attention.

"Kepus" Helaena whimpered. Her hand trailed down to his shoulder pulling him closer, frowning when she realised he was fully clothes still.

"Too much clothes" She whispered. Rhaegal let go of her tit with a pop. He sat up on his knees and began unbuttoning his shirt. Helaena watched with hooded eyes as Rhaegal shed one piece of clothing after the other.

"Gevie" Beautiful. She stated, sitting up to run her fingers from his shoulder to his belly, where it was littered with scars he gained through the years.

"You think so, dōna vaokses?" Rhaegal asked with a teasing smile. Helaena noticed that she had spoke out loud, blushed furiously. Rhaegal claimed her lips in a second pushing her back to lay fully on her back again.

"You are much much more Gevie, sweet Helaena" Rhaegal muttered against her lips. He slowly slid down littering kisses in his wake. Helaena's head fell back when he reached her breasts again.

He gave them the loved they deserved, kissing, kneading and littered them with bruises for people to see tomorrow, he will make sure she will wear one of his many gifts, a dress with a low neckline to show his marks off. So men would back away and never even think about coming near his wife ever.

His lips continued down to her belly, he pushed his tongue in her belly button teasing her. Helaena moaned, her fingers grabbing at his hair when he wet a sensitive spot she did not know was sensitive in the first place. Rhaegal smirked in victory and moved on.

He kneeled down on the floor, face to face with her crying cunny. He pushed her knees apart to show more of her beauty. Helaena's breath hitched in her throat, raising her head to watch his reaction.

Rhaegal winked at her before diving in. His tongue licked a long strip up her slit. Helaena's head fell back again on the mattress, she has never touched that area before, having been warned many times by her mother before.

Rhaegal found her swollen pearl with ease, it was just very swollen and ready to be devoured. He sucked at it earning a loud moan from Helaena. He moved down prodding at her hole with the wet muscle of his tongue.

"Kepus" Helaena begged. She sounded so sweet, she sounded so desperate. Rhaegal did not make her wait and pushed his tongue inside of her. Moaning at the taste of her cunt, the vibrations sent shockwaves through Helaena's body.

"You taste so sweet" Rhaegal complimented. He moved one of his fingers to touch her whole. Her whole body tensed at the feeling.

Rhaegal shushed her before slowly moving his finger inside of her. Tongue toying with her pearl to ease the discomfort. Helaena's grip on his head tightened but she did not protest. Rhaegal waited for her to stop him but after a couple of minutes it was obvious she was not going to.

"Good Vaokses" Spider. Rhaegal praised, he wiggled his finger inside of her in search of the rough spot all women had but not all men found.

The second he touched it Helaena's whole body jerked in shock. She has never felt such pleasure before in her life. Rhaegal slowly pushed a second finger inside testing the waters. Helaena's legs tried to close around him but his free hand pushed her leg open and she forced the second one open.

His tongue resumed it's torture on her pearl, he wanted this experience to be as pleasant as possible for her as it will be for him. His cock was throbbing but he did not touch it, no he wanted it to last and he will try as hard as possible to make it last.

"Helaena" He muttered against her pearl. Helaena's body jerked with the vibrations of his voice. Her breathing grew even more shallow.

"So full" She whimpered. A buzzing like feeling started taking over senses. Rhaegal smirked victorious as she orgasmed on his tongue and fingers not even knowing what was happening.

"So good" She cried, her back arched off the bed. Rhaegal's ear buzzed with anticipation he could barely hear the cheering outside of the room.

"Good Vaokses" Rhaegal pulled away from her cunt and climbed on top of her. Helaena looked at him with eyes full of love. He couldn't help but kiss her, she was just so beautiful. She moaned when she tasted herself on his lips.

"Ready?" He asked her. Her eyes trailed down to his throbbing length, eyes widened at the sight. She gulped but nodded her head either way.

"Tell me to stop if you want me to" He reminded her. Helaena took a deep breath and nodded.

Rhaegal groaned as he grabbed the base of his cock, he was sensitive even to his own touch after refusing himself pleasure for so long. He placed the tip on her pearl rubbing it slightly, moaning slightly at the feeling of her flesh on him. Helaena placed her hands on his shoulders preparing herself mentally.

After gathering enough of her wetness to cover his entire length he began pushing in the tip. Helaena groaned at the feeling, his fingers were nowhere near as big as his cock, even just the tip. He pushed himself inside of her inch by inch. Groaning when she latched her teeth to the flesh of his shoulder, but he did not dare complain because she was in much more pain than him.

"Uncomfortable" She whimpered. "So full" Rhaegal stopped all movement once he was full sheathed inside of her tight virgin cunt. He wanted to cry out with pleasure at the feeling but held himself back.

"Fuck" Came the word out of his mouth involuntary. Helaena nodded slowly giving him permission to continue. Rhaegal let out a loud moan by accident when he pulled out and pushed back. Helaena tensed when she heard the cheering yet again but soon forgot all about it with the rocking of Rhaegal's hips.

"More" She begged, eyes growing teary with pleasure. Rhaegal obeyed her, he was like a puppet now, he was fully cunt drunk, he was her slave and she knew nothing of how to control him. If she asked him to kill the whole world, he would mount Vyraxes and burn the world for her.

"Fuck, tightest cunt I've ever fucked" He groaned in her ear. Helaena's moans grew in volume, her arms pulling him closer, in search of his lips to silence herself.

Rhaegal lost full control at the taste of her lips, his hips went from rocking to fully slamming against hers. His hips snapped with no rhythm except lust desire.

Rhaegal swished his spit inside of his mouth before pushing it inside of her mouth. Helaena moaned not expecting to find spit swapping attractive but her body spasmed with the pleasure of it.

"Close" She whimpered against his lips. Rhaegal watched her face contract with pleasure. Her legs began shaking by his sides, her hands holding fists of his hair or flesh, eyes rolling back.

"Come on dōna vaokses, come on my cock" Rhaegal encouraged. Helaena cried loudly, body shaking, head falling back. Her cries turned to screams of pleasure, she wanted to stay in this moment forever.

"I'm gonna fill you up to the brim, you will be dripping my cum for weeks" Rhaegal growled. Helaena wanted nothing else, she found nothing else more desirable.

"Fill me up, kepus, give me a child, kepus" She cried. Rhaegal had half a mind to cover her mouth so no one would hear, those words were for his ears alone but then he wanted the entire world to hear, he wanted them to know who she belonged to.

"You want my child?" Rhaegal teased. One of his hands trailed down between their bodied finding her pearl. He tweaked it with care and love. Helaena let out a surprised scream, a scream Rhaegal was more than happy to go deaf listening to.

"Yes let me make you a kepa, kepus" Father, uncle. Helaena cried. Her beautiful curly platinum hair was around her head like a halo and Rhaegal wished for their children to have her hair shade instead of his. Hers was more beautiful, despite the little difference.

"Kepus" She begged, body spasming with a third orgasm. The tightness of her walls threw Rhaegal over the edge. He let out a deep growl as he spilled himself inside of her, painting her walls white. He hoped his cum would take and make them a beautiful child.

"Kepus" Helaena whispered. The cheering outside grew in volume when they could no longer hear their moans or the bed banging against the wall.

"Shhh, dōna vaokses" Rhaegal shushed her. He kissed her forehead as he pulled out of her red and swollen cunt. Helaena sniffled a little at the movement. Rhaegal moved to help her out of the shredded linen she wore still. There on the bottom was her innocence blood.

Rhaegal caring not for modesty walked over to the door and opened it a smidge to keep Helaena's naked form hidden, behind the door stood a group of men from other houses including Aegon, the queen and a smirking Daemon and maester.

"Leave" Rhaegal ordered throwing the linen in the face of the maester who pulled it away with disgust. The crowd cheered at the sight of the blood, not like Rhaegal's sweaty face and wet hair was enough proof of what was happening behind the door or the noises and moans.

"I said leave!" Rhaegal yelled when no one moved. The crowd still cheering did not grow disheartened but moved to leave the couple. The queen stayed a little longer trying to look into the room but Rhaegal slammed the door in her face after saying quickly "She is alright".

As Rhaegal retreated to their shared bed, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm ambience in their chamber, they settled in, their hearts still racing from the emotions of the day. Helaena, exhausted and on the verge of sleep, welcomed Rhaegal's comforting presence.

Rhaegal curled up beside her, his arms wrapping around her as they lay in each other's embrace. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, his lips barely grazing her skin.

"Rest now, my love," he whispered, his voice a soothing lullaby in the quiet of the night. "Close your eyes, and let the dreams carry you away."

Helaena's eyes fluttered closed, her body relaxing against his. She listened to the cadence of his voice, feeling safe and cherished in his arms.

Rhaegal continued to whisper, his words filled with promises of a bright future, a future where their children would be silver-haired like them, beautiful like her, smart and intelligent like her, and strong like him. His hands moved gently across her stomach, his touch a silent prayer for the children they hoped to bring into the world.

"You and I," he murmured, "we will build a life filled with love, laughter, and the pitter-patter of little feet. Our family will be a testament to the love we share, a legacy of House Targaryen."

As he spoke, the weight of the day's events seemed to lift, replaced by the anticipation of the life they would create together. In the quiet of the night, their hearts beat in unison, and the promise of a future filled with love and family guided them into the realm of dreams.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they embarked on this new chapter of their lives, their hearts full of hope and love, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

[lokischocolatefountain]

Guess

Fandom: Star Wars, The Mandalorian

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: PG13, fluff

Word count:

Summary: A game of guessing goes right in every way for you and Din, your kind of friend, sort of boss.

A/N: Day 1 of my fic advent calendar and my first Din Djarin fic on here! Credits to my friend @lokislittlevalkyrie for co-creating the reader character and for our long conversations about her and Din. Keep checking the advent calendar Masterlist for more fics dropping this month. And leave me a little comment to encourage me to keep the fics going 💜💜💜

“Stop scowling.”

“I’m not scowling,” he lied, trying his best to keep his tone neutral even though he was surprised that she knew he was scowling. Lucky guess, he told himself. But how many lucky guesses could one person have about his facial expressions?

“You so were!” She insisted, sinking further back into the novelty ‘chair’ she bought on their last stop. It was a sphere half filled with tiny soft particles that molded itself to the user’s shape. She slouched on it as she continued watching one of her holodramas, something with a murder or speeders (or both) at the heart of the story.

“I was not.”

“If you say so, Din Can,” she said, using her nickname for him. He chuckled reflexively, unable to control his responses to her. Thankfully, his helmet filtered the sound out, saving him the embarrassment of finding humor in the humiliating nickname. He smiled, glad she didn’t know just how many times she’d made him laugh whether by mocking him or making clever remarks in general.

“I do say so.”

She was beautiful. Taking up the creed meant hiding one’s own face from others. To hide what would serve as the basis of others’ first impression of you so that your valor and your character would serve as your defining features. Vanity was not something he was raised with. Yet he knew beauty when it stared him in the eye and called him Din Can everyday. Or Tin Djarin. Buckethead when he really pissed her off.

Dinny Bear when she was intoxicated.

Blood rushed to his cheek when he thought of the last time she did that. She’d gotten very comfortable around him in the months they’d been crew mates. All her initial jitters and jumpiness around him had gone and been replaced with her stubbornness, strange sense of humour, and a level of confidence she didn’t have with him before.

He had to chase her down to even get her to accept the job he was offering her as a travelling mechanic. He’d never heard of one before. And she was quite frightened of him after the kind of interaction they had at Peli’s shop. But he needed a mechanic on board. With the kid in his hands now, it became hard to juggle a failing ship with hunting bounties and caring for a mischievous kid who waited for the moment he took his eyes off him to cause chaos.

It helped to have a mechanic on board at all times. She was wonderful and came approved by Peli. Over time, she became more than his mechanic. A friend, he would be brave enough to say. If he were braver with women, he would say that he’s caught her sneaking glances at him. That he felt her twinkling eyes rove over his armor every now and then. Sometimes he was confident of it. At others, he convinced himself that his mind was clouded by his desire for her. By his desire for her to desire him too.

The matter of his expressions came up once again later after dinner.

“Stop looking so grumpy.”

“You cannot see my face.”

“Yeah but you look grumpy.”

He grunted, turning away from her to focus on the controls. They were on hyperspeed. There was nothing he needed to do with the controls. But to come face to face with her when she told him exactly what he did underneath his helmet was…too much.

“Heyy! Let’s play a game?” She asked, her voice bubbling with excitement.

“Play with Grogu.”

“He’s asleep. And this is not a game for little potatoes.”

He chuckled softly at the nickname and looked up at her again, awaiting her proposal. “What would that be?” He asked.

“A drinking game.”

“Drinking is a game now?”

“Dank farrik! I missed when you used to be quiet. Just listen to me. I’ll guess what your face looks like under your helmet and if I get it right, you should take a sip of your drink. And if I get it wrong, I take a sip. Let’s do it with the Silver Elixir,” she said, getting up from her seat to fetch the bottle from their liquor cabinet they kept locked to keep away from wandering little womp rats.

She returned with the bottle, two glasses and straws. They’d recently taken to drinking together. She bought him a straw a begged him to join her, using her sweet eyes and her adorable pout to convince him. She said she only had drinks with friends and that drinking alone on the razor crest made her feel lonely.

He gave in to her, just like he gave in to their little green crewmate.

She didn’t need to use a straw, of course. Yet she did. When he asked, she said it was so that he didn’t feel lonely drinking through a straw like a kid. Even in her insults, she managed to be sweet.

“Start guessing,” he said impatiently as she sat next to him and looked intently at their glasses to see if they were filled equally.

“Sure, sure… You have dark hair,” she said, passing his drink to him. “Dark brown.”

“A little too obvious, isn’t it?” He asked, knowing she had definitely seen his hair in the trash after he gave himself haircuts and shaved his facial hair.

“Drink up, old man!” She said, lips wide in a grin as she knew already that she was right.

He snorted, but followed through, taking a sip of the strong liquor. “Alright. Next.”

“You have….big green ears.”

“Wrong,” he huffed, smiling nevertheless at her sense of humour.

“Damn it! I should’ve known they wouldn’t fit inside the helmet,” she said, taking a sip. She was smiling too, and unlike his, it was out in the open and as bright as the stars around them.

“Those were two descriptors. Big and green. Take one more sip,” he argued. He didn’t particularly want to get her drunk, but he liked how adorable she was when intoxicated. One of their drinking sessions ended with her snuggling up to him because she couldn’t find the kid to snuggle like a children’s stuffed animal.

“What? No! It was one guess, so it’s one sip.”

“Again, you guessed the size and color of my ears and they were both wrong. Take a sip.”

She rolled her eyes, but complained, taking another sip. She leaned close and narrowed her eyes at him, as though focusing on his helmet would reveal what was underneath. He smiled unconsciously, taking in the beauty of her from up close. The light in her eyes, the way her eyebrows knit together when she was in deep thought, lips that impressed him with the wittiest remarks… Lips he wanted desperately to pull to his, to devour and make moan his name.

“No moustache.”

“Hmmm….” He hummed, thinking of how he could sort the point for this. He *did* have a moustache, but that was only now. There were times when he shaved it off completely. “It’s complicated. I have a moustache now, but I change it quite frequently. So, half a sip.”

“If I have to take half a sip, so should you.”

“No, I don’t,” he scoffed at her warped logic. Here he was, being nice and giving her some credit even though she was wrong. But she was trying to take advantage of it.

“Yeah you should. If I’m taking half a sip because I was half right and half wrong, you should also take a sip because you’re half right and half wrong.”

“No. That’s not how it works. I have facial hair now, which means you are wrong. I should’ve made you take a full sip, but I decided to make a concession because I am sometimes fully shaven.”

“Dank Farrik! You’re such a lightweight. Just say you can’t handle your liquor and I’ll let you go,” she taunted, a smirk plying at her lips.

“Oh please, I can handle my liquor much better than you can. Here,” he said, drinking the strong undiluted alcohol like it was water in a few big sips. He slammed the glass against the control panel surface and shrugged. “See, I’m good. You are the one who gets drunk after one portion of the Silver Elixir and terrorizes the kid.”

She gasped, as though he made a much bigger accusation. “I don’t terrorize the kid! I just give him extra cuddles and kisses. He enjoys them very much. It’s called affection, Tin Can. Ever heard of it?”

He tilted his head at her in the way that sometimes made her swallow audibly. “So you think that because of my way of life, I have never experienced affection?”

She opened and closed her mouth quickly, as though her mind and lips were in disagreement about whether or not what they were about to say was appropriate. He smiled under his helmet, proud of himself for stumping her. She talked a lot. Since he was a quiet man, everyone else was talkative in comparison. But she was the voice he heard the most as they lived together on the Razor Crest and their other occupant communicated mostly in coos and squeals.

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Say what. Since the drinking thing was already disproportionate anyway because I’m not guessing your features and I can handle my liquor much better than you do….lets change the rules.” He took a deep breath, afraid of the consequences of his words but unable to miss this opportunity. “For each correct guess you make, I’ll give you a kiss.”

“You’re kidding,” she said, scoffing.

“I’m not known for my humor.”

She took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes, making his heart skip a beat. Kriff, the things she did without even knowing! He thought he could die from the anticipation of hearing her next guess. Would she guess something ridiculous like big green ears to make sure she doesn’t have to kiss him? Or would she make a very obviously correct guess?

“You have…” she trailed in a softer voice, looking at him almost coyly. “…pink lips.”

Not the most obvious guess. Not all humans had pink lips. And he could easily not be human. He didn’t remember telling her he was… But if she was going for something for a higher likelihood of being correct… Kriff he hoped she was. “Do you want me to turn the lights off or blindfold you?” He asked, conveying indirectly that she was right.

“Wh-whaaat? Why?” She sputtered, looking at him with those pretty eyes, vulnerability brimming in her expressions.

Did he get the wrong idea? Maybe her obvious guesses weren’t because she wanted to be right so she could kiss him… Maybe it was just the product of her usual playful nature.

“Because I will have to take my helmet off when I kiss you,” he proceeded to say, even as his heart beat faster with the anxiety of how this could go. They were adults. It it was a misunderstanding, he would simply get over it and do his best to not make it awkward between them. “And you cannot see me.”

“I…” she trailed off before letting out a nervous laugh. “I didn’t think you were serious.”

“Again. Not known for my humor,” he said, letting a smile seep into his words. She was so kriffing adorable, looking all nervous like a blurrg stuck in a doorway. “You don’t have to, of course. I can give you something else. Ten credits, perhaps?”

“What, no. A deal is a deal.”

“Then tell me, my dear mechanic. Lights out or blindfold?”

“Lights out.”

Pity. He was hoping to see her pretty face when he kissed her. Not moving from where he was, he pressed the buttons on the control panel, turning all the lights out. In the pitch black of outer space, he could see nothing. Perfect.

“What can you see?” He asked, just to be sure.

“Nothing,” she said, in her voice so low and soft that it was swallowed up by the darkness. What entity wouldn’t want to swallow up something his pretty mechanic put out? Every word she said, every touch of her fingers against the trees and rocks and flowers. If he were air, he would luxuriate in her scent. If he were water, he would caress her skin and play with her hair as he cleansed her. If he were fire, he would creep into her skin, warm her up when she needed. But he was nothing but man. So, he would have to satisfy himself with a kiss from her lips.

“Are you sure?” She asked as he stepped forward to her.

“I am. Are *you* sure?”

There was silent for a moment before she said, “Yes. Kiss me.”

Needing nothing else, he took his helmet off and placed it carefully on his seat. His heart thudded against his ribs, and his breaths grew labored. And he hadn’t even touched her yet.

In all his years, he had never kissed anyone. It was not part of the culture of his people what with the metal barriers that kept them from it. He remembered the sweet kisses on his forehead and cheeks from before he took the creed. But that was not what his heart desired. He wanted the kind of thing she watched on her holopad, all the holodramas with characters who showed their desire through an intense kiss that left their partner speechless.

He reached forward and found her hand. She gasped softly, the quietness of the ship letting him in on her soft sounds. He caressed up her arm, enjoying the slight tremble of her skin beneath the tips of his fingers. He stopped at her neck and allowed himself to cradle it in his hand. He felt her lean closer and he reciprocated, taking the final step. He tilted his head to his right feeling that she tilted to her right.

As he closed the gap between them, he felt her warm breath on his skin. He swallowed, his lips parting from how nervous he was. What if he was no good? What if he didn’t have good breath? What if he’s such a bad kisser that she— he gasped softly as she pressed her lips against his. In an instant, she quietened the sounds his head. The fast beating of his heart, he realized was now from the effect of proximity to her more than his insecurities.

She placed one hand on his shoulder and wrapped her other arm around his waist. He let out a shaky breath at the intimacy of their contact and let his other hand trail down her back. She pressed herself closer against his beskar clad chest, making him wish he had the forethought to toss that bit of his armor too. He wanted to feel her. Every bit of her that she was offering up to him like she truly believed he was deserving.

Her lips were soft, just as he’d dreamt them to be. He’d never kissed before. It was an act saved for married couples in the covert, as only your spouse could see you with your helmet off. He had married friends who waxed poetry about the magic of kissing. How they felt like nothing and nobody mattered other than your partner. How it turned you into putty in their hands. He thought it was exaggerated… Until now.

He cupped her cheek, her face fitting in his hand and making him feel a new sense of protectiveness towards her. He’d protected her before, sure, but this felt different. This was something to do with a need to be gentle with her. To cherish her and treasure her. She licked his lips and he parted them instinctively, letting her tongue between his lips. He shuddered as her fingers threaded through his hair. He whimpered and pulled her closer to himself in the moment of vulnerability, using her as a crutch to support him. He’d never been touched like that before…

Her fingers explored his hair and he allowed himself to relax in his arms, even letting himself give her comforting caresses of her back. He felt her melt into his arms as their kiss deepened. She tasted of the silver elixir first, but when they were both a little along the way, he began to taste something that was distinctly her. Something sweet, mixing with the fragrance of her citrusy perfume to further dull his senses.

It was soft, but electrifying. He poured his passions into the kiss, exploring her with his tongue and luxuriating in the sweet little whimpers she let out. The technicalities stopped mattering. He was here, holding the girl he’d been pining for, lips connected as the unlikely result of a stupid game. That moment was all that mattered and her sounds of satisfaction told him that he wasn’t doing so bad after all.

She pulled back in a while and they let out the breaths they’d be holding. She let out a laugh and he smiled, comforted by her job. He didn’t even know he’d been holding his breath. He’d forgetting the necessity for breathing as he found her lips.

“You have…a big nose,” she said, confusing him.

“Huh?” He asked, his mind still clouded from her kiss.

“I get another kiss if I’m right, Dim Djarin,” she teased, pointing to his obliviousness when it came to things of this nature.

“Right,” he said, grinning as he kissed her again. He needed to play games with her more often.

[katiascraft]

💛⋆౨ৎ“un San Valentín distinto (no quiero ser una carga)” FC43⟡˖ 🌼

paring: Franco Colapinto x gf

language: español.

word count: 1,2k.

warnings: menciones de ansiedad. Y puede haber errores ortográficos. Es español de argentina así que hay cosas que pueden sonar raro.

MASTERLIST

Este no estaba siendo un San Valentín normal.

Mi ansiedad tomó el control y traté de fingir durante todo el día que todo iba bien. Fran presentó y lanzó su nueva aplicación para sus fans. Un montón de cosas lindas le están pasando. Se le está dando: está cumpliendo su sueño. Y obviamente mi corazón no da más del amor por él. El orgullo que siento de todo lo que está logrando es algo que no puedo ni yo misma dimensionar.

Se cuanto Fran sacrifico por esto. Y no quiero arruinarlo. Muchas veces siento que soy una carga a su lado no pudiendo disfrutar de las cosas que vivimos muchas veces por la ansiedad que cargo. Tan impredecible. El siempre me dice que con él no finja, que él está para mi, que me ama, que quiere que yo esté bien y que si lloro entonces lloramos juntos. Fran es lo mejor que me pasó en la vida. De no tener nada a pasar a tenerlo todo con él. Pero fingir es algo que muchas veces no puedo evitar, es el mecanismo de defensa que aprendí durante mi infancia donde me enseñaron que yo no era importante, lo que sentía o pensaba no tenía valor alguno. Entonces me reprimía. Me guardaba para mí. Me escondía. Simplemente me ponía la máscara de qué todo estaba bien cuando en realidad nunca nada estuvo bien… hasta que conocí a Franco.

Había conseguido al fin un trabajo a tiempo completo para poder mantenerme. En Madrid, a donde huí de mi pasado creyendo que todo iba a cambiar. Y ciertamente todo cambió cuando me pidió su latte con extra vainilla en la cafetería que entonces trabajaba. Cuando vi su carita, sabía que todo se iba a poner patas para arriba en mi vida en ese instante. Nunca había visto a un chico tan hermoso. Su sonrisa y sus mejillas sonrojadas eran lo más precioso que mis ojos habían visto. Y luego de darle su vuelto torpemente fue que me pregunto cómo me llamaba “y/n” le respondí tan nerviosa que sentía que estaba quedando en ridículo. Sin embargo, me pidió mi número. En mucho tiempo, ese había sido el día más feliz de mi vida. Alguien me había notado. Sí, sé lo deprimente que suena eso. Algo tan básico que nunca pude tener hasta ese momento.

No supe sobre su carrera profesional como hasta después de un mes de andar de cita en cita, cuando tuvo que decirme que no podía asistir a mi invitación porque corría una carrera. La verdad, no me lo esperaba. En mi cabeza supuse que era vendedor de casas (cómo saben, él es muy bueno para hablar y encantar a cualquiera). Al principio no lo entendí, pero ese fin de semana fui a verlo correr. Y al verlo en el garaje con su equipo lo entendí. Ese lado de él tan increíble. Toda su inteligencia y su predisposición para con su equipo. Yo creo que no solo me enamoró su humor y carisma, pero también ese lado suyo tan no convencional en este mundo. Tan único y a la vez tan mundano como que le gusten los autos. Pero siempre fue más que eso. Y siempre supe que este era su destino, y nuestra vida. La vida que él se merece. Ser un gran corredor y quedar en la historia del automovilismo. Y estoy más que convencida de que lo va a lograr.

El día comenzó normal de todos modos, muchos besos al despertarnos; un baño juntos y nos arreglamos. Nos fuimos a comer un brunch a un lugar precioso allí por Mónaco. Estábamos de visita, invitados por Briatore the man himself. Era un viaje importante pero Fran pidió que yo pudiera venir. Que no quería venir solo. Y en ese momento no sabía cuánto lo iba a agradecer porque si hubiese estado sola con mi ansiedad hubiese sido lo peor. Fran es el más romántico de todos y súper tradicional, y eso a mi me encanta. Flores amarillas y chocolates, muchos besos y unos ricos mates por la tarde. Luego el se tuvo que ir y acá estoy. Sola. Otra vez. Y odiándome porque ya estoy harta de todos estos pensamientos que me hacen la vida tan difícil, y no se como controlar muchas veces. Y hoy es una terrible.

Era casi medianoche y Fran ya me avisó que estaba viniendo. Yo me puse más ansiosa porque yo quería que ya llegase y darle un abrazo. Y a la vez me molestaba la desesperación que sentía. No quería sentirme así. Se que Fran lo entiende pero igual me incomoda. Yo no quiero ser así, no me gusta. Yo quiero ser feliz. Y lo soy pero siempre hay heridas que llevan mucho más tiempo de cerrar y sanar para poder avanzar.

“Amor! Llegué!” Sonreí al escuchar su voz soltando el aire que no sabía que me estaba aguantando. Una sensación de alivio me invadió haciéndome sentir más liviana. Sé que ser dependiente no es sano pero a veces no puedo evitarlo.

Me destapé y baje de la cama para bajar las escaleras y sin decir mucho más envolverlo en mis brazos. Un abrazo necesario para mi psiquis.

“Hey, hola preciosa” me dijo suavemente correspondiendo mi abrazo y meciéndome un poco. En forma contenedora acariciaba mi pelo. Él me conoce más que bien. No tengo que decir para que él sepa. Y eso es lo que más me gusta de nuestra conexión. Me dio un par de besos en la cabeza haciéndome sonreír un poco y desarmar otro poco el nudo en mi garganta.

“Te extrañe” le dije casi en un susurro y él tomó mi rostro haciendo que lo mirase suavemente. Sus ojos estaban brillosos y de un verde clarito, más clarito que lo normal.

“Yo también te extrañe, y/n. Mucho. Te amo. Perdón que tuve que irme” en sus ojos podía ver un poco de angustia y eso me hacía odiarme tanto. No quiero lastimarlo. Negué con mi cabeza suavemente entre sus manos sin quitar mis ojos de los suyos.

“No quiero que me pidas perdón, no tenes que pedirme perdón por nada Fran. No estoy bien pero no es tu responsabilidad. Fue un día hermoso igual. A Veces no se puede faltar al trabajo solo por amor, y está bien. Es parte de la vida. Y yo jamás me interpondría de esa forma en tu vida. Porque te amo con todo mi corazón y solo quiero verte brillar. Si vos estás feliz, entonces a mi no me hace falta nada. Tengo todo lo que quiero y anhelo” le expliqué porque no puedo permitir que crea que es mala persona solo por cómo me siento. Esto es algo que estoy suponiendo, pero prefiero aclarar antes que asumir y lastimarlo.

Sonrió de lado para luego plantar un suave beso en mis labios. Un beso lleno de amor. Como lo es el. Puro amor y luz.

“Te amo te amo te amo te amo. Tengo mucha suerte de tenerte” me dijo abrazándome como oso y haciéndome reír un poco por su actitud. Me derrite de amor.

“Y yo mucho más futuro campeón” le dije cariñosamente dándole muchos besos en su cachete luego. Él rió. Esa risa que me llena el alma.

“La mejor parte es que seré tu campeón” me dijo divertido haciéndome reír para después comernos a besos como siempre y para siempre.

💛⋆౨ৎTHE END˚⟡˖ 🌼

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PJO ROMAN DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: ⚔ BELLONA: GODDESS OF WAR, DESTRUCTION, DEVASTATION, CONTROLLER OF THE POLICY OF FOREIGN WARFARE 🛡

Author's Note: Alright, here's the first full Roman God and demigod! Bellona was a wild to read. There's a lot about her but also not? Like there wasn't much a lot of backstory weight behind her and Bellona was often conflated with a Greek god, Enyo, and there's a both wild and carnage side to Bellona, but also respect and honour. Hopefully I did it justice though. ROMAN DEMIGODS H/CS MASTERLIST LINKS: [TUMBLR] // [AO3]

Apart from Mars, Bellona is the next god to be worshipped at Camp Jupiter; so you’re equally respected alongside Bellona and are expected to embody the aspects of your mother and bring glory to Camp Jupiter with her skills and ferocity.

Just as much as you bring destruction and violence at the end, you bring peace when you end it; because at the end of war, there is peace; regardless of its outcome. Like Mars said, if there is only war, it's only mindlessly killing and there is no glory in that.

Like many other children of warfare, you are adept at fighting, the weapon in your hand an extension of yourself, and it only grows more fluidly and instinctually in your hands with time put into your skill. Your adeption at your weapon doesn’t necessarily have to be a blade, but can be your words and skill as well, because in war there are many methods and strategies in war.

Speaking of warfare, with Bellona being a patron of foreign warfare, you may have ties with other countries and adopt your birth country or home country’s style of warfare, battling, martial art style into your own. If not, you have a particular pull towards a country or style of warfare and become very knowledgeable in it. While in the Legion and Camp Jupiter tells you to conform with their Roman values and fighting style, at the soonest opportunity to being able to break formation and take on an individualistic maneuver, you are more deadly than before. Your limitation is being forced to move with your fellow Roman soldiers in order to maintain unity and harmony as you march towards the battlefield.

On the other hand, being a child of the patron of foreign warfare also extends to languages. You have a better grasp on languages that are outside of your birth language(s) so being multilingual is almost natural to you. The multilingualism is usually a good indication of foreign warfare tactics that I stated above, and vise-versa. 

Bellona was identified with the Greek Goddess Enyo, who is the goddess of and/or personified spirited of war. With Enyo, who followed the lead of Ares, she carried the turmoil of shameless hatred; bringing strife onto the battlefield. You too are like that once you are put on the battlefield. When you are no longer held back or behind the limits of strict values of Roman soldiers, you raze through your enemies, striking fear in your fellow soldiers but also courage to them as you are on their side. This is maybe why the children of Bellona are few and those who do exist, often take upon status of leadership and management. You are an expert in warfare and how to bring total destruction, thus you are in the right place to prevent such occurrences to your fellow Romans.

Bellona was also identified with the Sabine goddess of War, Nerio, who was the personification of Valor. This translates to you as well. Even if you are anxious and maybe shy, you honour Bellona by choosing to fight; whether it’s agony, pain, danger, uncertainty, or intimidation. While Valor is often conflated with courage or bravery in physical battle, being a child of Bellona doesn’t constrain you to this. It can be a mental battle, and Bellona is proud of you regardless. So even having mortal courage to act rightfully in the face of opposition, shame, scandal, discouragement, or personal loss, you still display the virtue of valour.

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I feel like when Reyna is made aware of your existence there’s a sense of scrutiny for Bellona’s favour and attention is rare outside of the field of war. Reyna also comes from a long line of those who were favoured by Bellona, so it is her responsibility to know you but also it is a relief she can find another sibling in you; however close or distant your relationship is. 

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The Hound

Lavellan x Blackwall

18+ scent kink, masturbation (m!), break up (sort of), angry sex, dom/sub, dirty talk, roughness, restraint, oral (f!), fingering (f!), face riding, control kink, hurt feelings, porn w/ light plot

Finally reaching Skyhold, Vella reaches her breaking point after Blackwall pulls and pushes her away again. Anger flaring hot into him when he comes to darken her balcony...

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-

He shouldn't be doing this.

Kneeled on the blankets he knew harbored the maddening sweet of her scent, he stared at the discarded clothes she had shed.

As they traveled, she had taken up the burden of hunting for game. Something she turned out to be frighteningly good at. Arriving back to camp with a heavy shoulder of kill, shrouded in pine hidden clothes and breath damp cloth wrapped around her snow bitten cheeks. Teasing that if it wasn't so cold, it would be easier to hunt naked. He couldn't tell through the blood ringing in his ears if she was joking or not.

She was out now and had even allowed Sera along in a very trial based arrangement. Smiling ruefully at him as she ducked into his tent to change from her scented clothes, already pulling her top even before the flap closed behind her. He averted his eyes, but he still saw the soft curve of her waist.

Maker, was she was infuriating. The more he protested her un-ladylike behavior, the worse she got. Delighting in his torment the entire way.

Now, he stared down the discarded clothes that had hours before clung to her. Practically thrown in his small world. He could see it so clearly, her striding around tossing clothes like they were a nuisance to her.

His thighs tightened. The desire he had been giving only stalwart ignorance reared its head.

It wasn't a valorant exercise in restraint or any knightly chivalry that had kept him from his own pleasure. It was that every single piece of his need was threaded through her.

He was raw with it at this point. His abstaining only built into the gnawing thrash of a dog, pulling so tight against its chain it couldn't breath.

He couldn't continue like this.

With a shame that bordered on salacious, he pulled her clothes to him.

Maybe if he gave in, he would get her out of his dreams.

He pulled her underclothes, still with the slight damp of sweat on the hips from their hiking.

Maybe she would stop haunting the fabric of his desire.

He paused, mortified at what he was about to do. But not enough to stop the lift of his hand. The twitch of his already throbbing cock spurning on.

He held the thin fabric in his fist and took an indulgent pull against his face.

His eyes rolled back into his head. Hand tightly gripping his cock, he fell forward on his forearm. Huffing the scent of her against the ground like an animal. Gathering his precum to force his pleasure out in near agonizing bliss. Rocking back and forth into his own thrusts.

The sweet musk of her sex was far better than he had imagined. Taking command of his body in the way beasts must feel in rut. Near nauseous with need. Imagining his face buried between her thighs sent him fully forward. Just the meager of his imagining too much, too good.

How soft would her thighs feel around him? The plush of them grasped between his fingers. Lapping at her sweet flesh, the hard of her clit teasing against his tongue.

His fist practically blurred, bent down into his shoulder. Hand flat above him. Breath lost in her. Orgasm threatening at his back.

How would she sound above him? He had heard the whisper of her singing on the outskirts of camp. The call of it as clear as a sweet bell. Sending an ache through his heart in its beauty. If she was capable of that haunting siren call, what would she sound like crying out with him buried in her thighs?

Well past the point of no return, his eyes strained upwards. Huffing as quiet as his need would allow. Only flashes of her playing behind his mind. Body pulling and pulling. Gnashing at the promise of release.

He braced down into a curl, biting into his forearm as it hit him. White hot pleasure unfolding and unfolding inside him. Shuddering ripped from deep in his pelvis, belly clenching as he writhed against the ground. Giving in to what he always was; a beast spilling its seed on all fours.

It held him down by his throat for a few more tremoring contractions, huffing into the floor. Low involuntary groans with each strike from him. Exhaustion heavy in his limbs.

"Shit." He hissed. Some part of his subconscious had urged her underclothes to catch his spend. The fabric utterly ruined by his shame.

Worse, he heard the tell-tale sign of her return with the quiet cheer of their companions. Surely carrying the spoils of her hunt.

Fuck.

He quickly tucked himself back in his thick wool trousers. Fighting the panic in his gut, training his face into the impassive scowl he naturally wore. Shoving feet into boots.

She chatted with Sera as they set down their success. Catching his eye, she pulled down her face scarf to smile that terribly wicked charm at him. Cheeks so flushed, breath coming out dragon plume. If he was a beast, she was a spirit. Something that darted between trees and called men gratefully to their death.

Sera caught his eye as well. Sticking out her tongue at him, wiggling her fingers along her ears.

Vella laughed loudly, sticking out her tongue as well.

He nearly buckled when he saw a flash of silver embedded in her tongue. Hurrying to the river, cursing every god he knew under his breath.

He only felt a platonic fondness for Sera, but those two together... Maker, save him.

-

She sat in a low ridge of the rampart wall, leaned against stone. Staring out at the frozen tundra with unreadable eyes, an elfroot cigarette poised between her fingers. Already haunting the places he saught.

They had been walking for what felt like a near month but could have only been a week or so. Sending scout Harding out to 'survey' ahead, when really it was all Vella. Getting flashes of silver along her irises, smiling at Harding in thanks. Harding more than willing to play this ruse up for their people. Giving brief nods and assuring Vella that she had some 'promising leads'. Bounding ahead again to find more buried winter fruit and herbs.

When they reached Skyhold, there was an undeniable air of joy. The disrepair irrelevant, they had made it. Cheers and smiles spread like an infection.

While Vella gave small smiles in return, he could see the daunting stare she gave the place. Feeling the same overwhelm he felt, softening his heart further for her.

Now, the light caught her hair, undone from its twin braids. Flowing out behind her in spun gold. Her expression soft, lips slightly pursed in that way he adored. One of her few tells of dwelling thoughts.

"Something on your mind, my lady?"

She looked over her shoulder, smiling at him with warmth he hadn't earned.

"Hey, you're getting good at finding me. Come sit." She beckoned sweetly.

He paused, certain this was a bad idea. Settling next to her, grateful for the little slide she gave to press to stone for his space.

"Gods, this place is so... big." She sighed, pulling smoke between her lips.

While he usually found smoking an irritating habit, her choice of herb was pleasant. The elfroot burned sweet, leaving an aura as light as cherry tobacco around her. A smell he had come to recognize as another facet of her. Lingering in the air around the castle, drawing his nose up. A soft sigh of longing sitting in his lungs.

"I was thinking the same thing." He gave an easy dismissal of his hand as she offered the cigarette to him. He kept refusing, and she kept offering. That bone aching soft in her eyes when she did. As if the thought of sharing with him was the sweetest joy.

"Yeah, Haven was a lot, but it was manageable at least. I feel like I'm going to wander into a dungeon and never be seen again." She held her hands up in a pantomime of dissipating. Fingers unfurling in a little flourish.

"Ah, I wouldn't rest until you were found." He assured in a chuckle. "I'd lead the search."

"Oh, I know you'd find me." She gave that mischievous twinkle that meant trouble. "You've got my scent, my hound."

"You know, most men would be insulted to be compared to a dog." Ignoring the blush unfolding up his neck at her too close of a tease.

"But you're not most men, are you?" She smiled, pulling her legs up to fold beneath her. Tossing the spent butt over the ravine as she pulled her hair back in a twist. The act of tying her hair up somehow deeply erotic. The surety of her fluid grip. The raise of her arms behind her lifting her ribcage up. The action practiced in its hypnotic twists, taking a lockpicking pin from her hip to spear through the full bundle along the crown of her head.

He got so lost in the innocuous moment it took a second for her words to catch up.

"I am. And you can't afford to think differently. I'm a soldier, same as the men we lost at Haven."

Her shoulders fell, and he immediately felt sorry for bringing it up.

"I'm glad I didn't lose you." She hushed, eyes falling away from him. The vulnerability making what he must do ache like rot in his belly.

Please don't make me break your heart.

"I would die for you, but this can't go any further. I'm terribly fond of you, but this... whatever you think this could be. It's just not possible."

"We could die tomorrow, Blackwall. You know that." She turned to him on her knees. Eyes too wide in their soft questioning. His heart fighting his will with ripping teeth. "I would like to share more with you while we still have time. It doesn't have to mean anything if you're not comfortable."

He nearly laughed. How could intimacy with her not mean anything?

He rose back onto his feet, and she followed him up. Those wide eyes brimming with a desire to understand his denial of her too much. Casting his eyes down like the coward he was.

"My lady, don't. You're the Herald of Andraste. We must remain focused."

It was a weak reason, and she saw it. The curve of her fingers lifted his chin back to her eyes.

"Hey, speak to me." She gently searched his eyes.

He took a step back, huffing out breath. The desire for her in his heart too much.

She went quiet in front of him.

"Did I do something wrong?"

The hush of her question struck spear through him. The genuine of it spurning an ache he had to clench his fist to fight. To keep going. To keep hurting her this way.

"You're the Herald."

"I never... I don't want this. I don't want to be strong like they need. I'm not who they want from me. I dont want them to believe in me."

It cut him to ribbons to hear her say it out loud. And still, he must persist.

"But they do. It's too late to go back. Whoever you were is gone."

Her breath pulled in a hiss between her teeth. Body tightened into a curl away from him. Hiding the tears he knew were filling her eyes.

He was a bastard for hurting her. He knew this. The source of her identity was so raw in her heart. But it was the right thing to do. Please, Maker, let it be the right thing to do.

He turned from her to keep from stepping forward. To cradle her hurt in his arms.

"You must be who they need. Without your hope, all we have is despair. We're both bound. Our lives are no longer our own."

She got quiet again. Finally calling in an ached whisper.

"Why did you tell me you wanted me?"

Tears clouded his eyes, keeping his back to her. Heartbreak jagged in his chest.

"Please, don't make this harder." He urged, striding away from her as it spilled down his cheeks.

-

Vella focused her foresight into a point. Blade held between fingers. Searching beyond the silk tied to her eyes.

She breathed through the tender hurt that wouldn't stop circling her chest. Cigarette poised in her teeth. Arm curled behind her back forced to relax. Taking clarifying pulls of smoke.

There.

She flicked her wrist. The sound of her mark striking in a thunk against wood.

Her success cut short by the feeling of eyes on her back.

Please let it be Sera.

But she knew better.

"Sera would be sneaky about it. Or at least try to be."

She drew forward and pulled the blade from the target.

She had kept him at an arms length. Kept everything cordial and proper. A perfect lady. She had done everything he wanted.

"What do you want, Blackwall?"

She heard him enter and suddenly realized she was angry with him. Very angry.

"I wanted to see you. Its... not sitting right with me."

"What isn't? You got what you wanted." She held the hilt loosely in her fingers, turning blind toward him. The sudden desire to throw it at him rising up her back.

"I... I thought I did. But you've been different to me."

A bow snapped inside her.

She flung the blade and heard it snap into the wall behind his head. Hearing his shock before she saw it as she ripped the silk from her eyes. Striding forward in righteous anger.

"You want me to empty my heart of you and not treat you differently? How?"

She nearly took his throat, backing him into the wall. The blade grazing his ear.

"You can't have it both ways. I've been rather good to you, considering. I've resigned myself to walking alongside you, nothing more. That's what you wanted."

His eyes were wide, staring down at her with huffed breath. His body telling his arousal. Her own burning angry in her pelvis.

"So what, you want me again?" She challenged, head heavy with rising lust. Anger sharp as the dagger she pulled from the wall. "Fuck you."

He took a harsh pull of breath. Both staring each other down. Both coiled in the burning silence.

"Say that again." He urged.

"Fuck." She caged him against the wall. "You."

He rushed her, crushing his lips into hers.

She moaned, pressing hard into his warm body, the dagger scattered out onto stone. Kissing him back with all of the anger she had been holding in her mouth. Pulling at his clothes. At his arms. At his hair.

He moaned, the sound of his pleasure exactly how she'd imagined. A rumbling growl that bordered on a plea. Tangling into her as fire tangles into wood. Gasping against her mouth. Fingers holding her to him by the back of her head.

"No." He pulled away. "This is wrong."

"Shut up." She hissed, pulling him back by the front of his gambeson.

He pulled back into her like he had begged her to let him stay. Kissing her in desperate pulses. Breathing hard through nose. Pushing her back to the banister. Fingers tightly digging into the fat of her thighs.

She spread them and demanded him between, grinding into the hard ridge she knew she'd find.

"Is this what you wanted?" She hissed into his ear. Licking up the curve of it when he shuddered breath. His hands shot out to brace on the banister.

"Hmm, seems like it." She smiled, curling a leg around his hip. Snapping open his gambeson with her trained fingers. "Too bad I couldn't be all sweet for you, huh?"

"Too bad you've reached the end of my patience, now we do this my way." She pulled the gambeson over his shoulders. Sighing out at the heaving expanse of his chest, covered in a trailing of dark hair. Leading down his strong belly. Exactly the bear she had seen in him.

She licked a line up his chest, her tongue dipping into his clavicle. The silver piercing in her tongue grazed against his skin along her trail. He shivered, then groaned loudly when she pulled his nipple into her mouth. Undulating her tongue in what she knew was tortuous pleasure. Popping her lips and nibbling the hard nub.

A strangled breath left him, and he fell to knees. Lifting her robe over her thighs, pressing his face to the seam of her hip as he urged them apart.

Her head fell back, the near desperate nuzzling of the scratch of his beard against the soft of her spiking a jolt of need. Leaning back on the banister.

He looked up at her with begging eyes. Hands grasping her hips.

"What, are you hungry?" She arched her hips toward him.

"Yes. Please." He whispered. Hand rising up to urge her thigh over his shoulder.

"Please, what?"

"Don't make me beg."

"You're already begging." She took his hair in a tight fist. "Please. What."

He huffed breath. Eyes glazed over with heavy lust. Lost to her power.

"Please let me eat."

"Good boy."

His eyes heavy lidded and lust blown. Staring up at her. The delicious look of a man fully submitted.

She dug her heel into his back and opened to him. The underclothes soaked on her cunt his last obstacle.

"Eat."

He dove forward, pulling under her hips. Nearly taking her off her feet. Pushing his face into her clothed sex. Huffing and pressing into her with his nose. Already near delirious against her.

She shivered at the graze of his nose against her clit. Pulling her robe fully off with a tug on the tie around her waist. Falling into a silky pool around her feet.

He looked up, moaning out at her revealed body. Hands pressing firm along the exposed skin. Face still buried between her legs.

"So soft." He moaned. "Maker..."

"Your Maker isn't here. And I told you to eat, hound."

She made to pull away.

"Unless you don't want this?"

He gripped her hips, forcing her back with a strength that shocked her and sent a dangerous thrill up her back.

"Don't move." He growled.

"Or what?" She dared.

He pulled her hips hard, laying her out on the ground in one pull. Her hair splaying out around her head. Gasping out.

"You want to be mean? Oh, I can be mean." He rose over her. Ripping her underclothes down her knees. Abandoned at her ankles as he forced her legs open again.

"And to answer your question. I've wanted this so much it's made me sick."

He planted a hand flat on her lower belly, holding her down in a firm push of his calloused palm.

"Now I'm going to fucking eat. Or do you have more back-talk?"

She shook her head.

"Not yet."

"Bloody fuck, I can't stand you."

"Prove it."

He lifted her hips to his mouth with a pull on her ass. Bending her body up to him.

She choked out a moan as he lapped hard at her clit. His tongue perfectly curled and slurping against her. Fuck, he knew what he was doing.

His eyes burned down the writhe of her hips. Sliding her thighs up his shoulders. Reaching his hand around her hip to pull above his mouth. Latching onto her clit with his lips.

She shuddered as he sucked, his tongue cupping in fast pulls under the suction of his lips. Pleasure ripping sharp up her.

His fingers pushed inside her without warning. Thick and curved up into her navel. Not stopping the torture of his mouth for a second.

"Fuck!" She cried out, head turning against the cold floor. Her hips threatened collapse.

"Not done yet." He growled against her. Pulling her back into the seat of his mouth.

She moaned in soft calls, lost to her pleasure.

"Oh, fuck. It's so good. I'm going to-"

He smacked her ass hard. Soft skin blooming red.

The orgasm tight in her belly sharpened to a finer and finer point. The anger of his mouth and the thrust of his fingers too much.

Her whole body went rigid when it struck. Rising up into a curl as it forced out inside her. Pleasure ripping out a strangled shriek from her throat.

"There we go." He growled. Flipping her onto her belly, hips up as it still broke inside her. Sliding onto back between her legs.

"But I'm not done." He pulled her thighs back down to his mouth.

She cried out, his tongue too much on her clit.

He slowed for a moment, giving her a small mercy. Her eyes still lost in lids. Hips rocking against his mouth.

His mercy short lived, he lifted her hips to plunge his tongue into her. Earning him another shuddered cry. The clear sound and feeling of him gathering her cum into his mouth in messy slurps buckling her into him again. The nastiness of it grinding her into his mouth.

"You're disgusting." She praised, taking his hair into her fist. His eyes glazed over again. Nodding against her thighs.

"Licking me out like a whore." She hissed, leaning back onto his propped thighs. Letting him stare up her stretched body. His hands tightened on her hips.

"I bet you could cum just from this." She reached back between his legs. His cock greeted her stone hard and leaking.

He groaned against her. His hips thrusted up into her palm.

"No." She felt the tremor of her second release building in her pelvis. "You're going to cum from eating my cunt."

She tightened her thighs around his head. "Got it?"

He nodded, lost in submission again.

She rose on knees, lifting her hips just high enough to make him arch his head. Smiling down at him. Playing with her food.

Watching the empty thrust of his hips in delight.

"Oh, you're close, aren't you?" Her eyes met his again.

He gripped onto her hip, a desperation in his wide eyes.

"You're waiting for me, aren't you? That's sweet."

She pushed back into his mouth. His fervent sucking sending tremors through her again.

He whimpered into her cunt, clearly at his breaking point. Body tense and twitching under her.

She cupped his face in her hands, her own orgasm tight inside her. But she kept her touch gentle. He froze.

"Cum." She commanded simply.

His eyes clenched closed, face crumbling in agony. His cries buried into her cunt. Cumming up his belly in tight writhes. Hands bruising into her thighs, fingertips white in the dig into her.

Seeing him completely unravel under her sent her over. Shuddering as her second undoing crashed headlong into her. Riding into his mouth.

She fell back onto the floor, arms thrown wide. Gasping into the night laced air from the balcony. The cool of stone against her back a perfect balm.

He gasped into his own aftermath, similarly splayed out. Hand seeking her hip. Pulling her towards him.

"Get out."

He rose on elbows, staring shock down at her.

"My lady...?"

"No. You don't get to push and pull me and spend the night."

She stared back at him. Her anger still hot under her breast.

"I don't play games and I'm not interested in playing yours. I don't want to see you again tonight. Make up your fucking mind by morning."

She stood and gathered her robe. Tying it securely around her waist again. Tossing his gambeson to him.

He paused at the stairs.

"I'm..."

"I'm too angry with you to hear it right now. Go."

He ducked his head. Leaving her in shuffled steps.

She sighed when the door softly shut behind him. Sparking up another cigarette that she took to the balcony. Pinching her brow between fingers.

"Don't you dare cry, girl."

~

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Masterlist of Wolf Hall/Thomas Cromwell Playlists

Alas What Shall I Do For Love

the first one I made, was specifically for Thomas/Mary Boleyn and the long fic I was writing in 2015/2016...2017 lol

Sea Power, Come Wander with Me French Song Les Negresses Vertes, Les Yeux de Ton Père Robin Hitchcock, You've Got a Sweet Mouth on You Baby Torres, Cowboy Guilt Debbie Wiseman, Entirely Beloved (Cromwell's Theme) Nina Simone, I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free Where is My Mind, Max Cyrin Piano Cover Bear McReary, Passacaglia Amplify Dot, Paperwerk Phantogram, Run, Run Blood Deathklok, Go Into the Water P.P. Arnold, God Only Knows Sugar Pie DeSanto, Ask Me Beyonce, All Night

Too Arbitrary By Half I made this one for my Modern AU long fic I wrote in 2018ish

T-Rex, Dandy in the Underworld David Bowie, Moonage Daydream U2, Out of Control I Have the Touch, Peter Gabriel Zero Mostel, If I Were a Rich Man Phantogram, Answer Michael Jackson, Rock with You The Police, So Lonely Skin/Paulo Buonvino, Renaissance Nina Simone, Don't Smoke in Bed Waxahatchee, Bathtub Blondie, Call Me Bee Gees, Stayin' Alive Bob Dylan, Saved Stereo MCs, The End

Magnificence Created when the novel of Mirror and the Light Came Out and I was thinking about it constantly for months

Snoop Dog/Dr. Dre, The Next Episode Phantogram, Cruel World Leonard Cohen, You Want it Darker Lil Wayne feat. Bruno Mars, Mirror Sharon Van Etten, Everytime the Sun Comes Up Arcade Fire, Reflektor Band of Horses, The Funeral Hamilton Leithauser, 1000 times Sam Cooke, Be with Me Jesus Journey, Lights Angel Olsen, All Mirrors Busta Rhymes, My Shot Robin Hitchcock, The Ghost in You Bob Dylan, One More Cup of Coffee Roxy Music, While My Heart is Still Beating Nina Simone, Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood Monstrous Servant, Debbie Wiseman Andrew Bird, Proxy War Paulo Buonvino, La Congiura dei pazzi Mitski, Working for the Knife Michael Jackson, Man in the Mirror

Valor Ecclesiasticus Playlist for fic I'm currently working on that requires I muster the insecurity and pettiness of an adolescent so I have mustered all of the most obvious choices for Disturbed Youths from my own past.

Arcade Fire: Neightborhood #1 (Tunnels) Stromae: Fils de Joie Beyonce, Drunk in Love (Homecoming Live) Peter Gabriel, In Your Eyes M.I.A., Boys Sweet Charity, Rich Man's Frug, (The Pompeii Club) Fleetwood Mac, Tusk (2015 Remaster) Jim Bryant/Marni Nixon/Leonard Bernstein, Somewhere Visage, Fade to Grey Måneskin, Beggin' Nina Simone, Sinnerman Britney Spears, Womanizer The Police, Every Breath You Take Claire Van Kampen, My Lady Carey's Dompe Hozier, Take Me to Church U2, With or Without You Bob Marley, Redemption Song

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NATLA Episode 7 - The North (1/4)

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

An explanation of what I'm doing here and my history with ATLA.

Of course, full spoilers ahead.

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Opening with Lt. Jee, now loyal to Zuko, warning him about Zhao's fake plan was incredible. Before last episode, Jee would have let it happen and never warned Zuko about the (fake) soldiers coming to arrest him. But it's Zuko's own honor that leads his men to now be dedicated to him and allows Zhao's ploy to work. It's also interesting that at least Lt. Jee also knows that Zuko is the Blue Spirit - I don’t think this breaks the world at all because if Zuko isn't the one to turn in the Avatar, the crew doesn't get to go home either. They're both in the same boat (lolz) if Zhao gets the Avatar instead, so it's in Lee's best interest to aid Zuko even in his subterfuge. After all, it was Zuko doing things against Fire Nation protocol that saved their lives. 

Zhao's claim that Zuko was looking out for himself above all and was a traitor is technically true. To the Fire Nation, it doesn’t matter WHO gets the Avatar, it only matters that he's captured. But the Fire Nation's own beliefs are what leads to the Avatar getting away yet again: just like with the orcs in the Lord of the Rings, what evil people prize is usually what brings them down independent of the actions of the 'heroes'. Evil will always destroy itself. The Fire Nation prizes individual strength and being of a higher ranking above everything else, so of course Zhao and Zuko are going to vie for that, BOTH of them ending up working against the Fire Nation's best interest because they're chasing that status: cooperation isn't rewarded, individual acts of valor are. Individual acts that encourage them to work against each other and ends up hurting them both while letting the Avatar go free.

I can see the argument that Aang's arc has gone back and forth a lot - him wanting to save the world with his friends, everyone else telling him he has to do it alone, then him going back to wanting to save the world with his friends, then others telling him to do it alone. I think though, that every episode has built upon each other to show that connection isn't weakness, but each subsequent challenge has become more and more dangerous. Sokka and Katara were almost lost in the previous two episode arc - they got sucked into the Avatar's world (due to a spirit angry over something it seems the Avatar should have prevented) and if Aang hadn't saved them, they'd be lost forever.

The stakes keep going up and Aang keeps seeing the cost of an Avatar's failure, leading him to have a totally normal reaction of going from welcoming his friends into the fight to being afraid to lose them and wanting them to sit it out. After all, when he channeled Kysohi, his friends were safe - she took care of it all. When he thinks Kuruk can do the same thing, that he has the 'trump' card of the Avatar state being controlled by someone who knows what they're doing, he's ok with his friends fighting - but when it's solely up to him to protect them and he doesn’t think he can, he balks. Until, of course, his friends set him straight.

In love with Agna Qel'a's design and the fact that they actually gave it a name!! Apparently that happened in one of the books, but for the animated series, it was always just 'The North Pole' or 'The Northern Water Tribe'. I like that it gets a name now - and it's beautiful! It's so good to see Katara and Sokka get to connect with their sister culture in the north and how it must feel to them to see a community of the Water Tribe thriving so much compared to their own coves that are barely hanging on.

And again, something that comes up with Aang a lot - people wanting him to immediately jump in and be the perfect weapon for them to use against their enemies. The show does a great job of always reminding us the massive responsibilities everyone places on Aang, seeing him first as a weapon, and only second as a person. Katara and Sokka's dynamic has gotten so good by this point in the season. Their little back and forth with Katara telling him ppl will think something is wrong with him if he keeps staring at Yue is too cute!

What they've done with the Royal Family of the Fire Nation is really great. It is sooooo interesting that Ozai doesn't even speak to his daughter directly about her training, he has someone else do it - very much like the Blood of the Seanchan from the Wheel of Time who always use a Voice to speak for them because those not of 'The Blood' do not deserve to be spoken to by someone so high. But to have Ozai be staring right at Azula as his 'voice' critiques her 'trial', it speaks volumes. I love, too, that Mai calls it out for what it is - that Ozai is playing games with her because he knows she's the best, he just wants something more from her that he refuses to say.

I've seen people say that the last shot of Azula lasts a few seconds too long, but I think they're missing what's being shown - not just what's being told through her last line of 'that I'm the one'. Azula is desperate to be her father's favorite, she's so certain she should be next in line for the throne, and in the animated show, she pretty much is from the jump. I'll need to rewatch season 2 and 3, but I can't remember Ozai every criticizing a thing Azula does - she's just the golden child who's perfect and his shoe-in for heir. Here, he's making her work for it - fight and prove that she's better than Zuko. He thinks that pitting his children against each other will make them both stronger, then the strongest will win out and they'll be that much better for it. We don’t see cracks in Azula's mask until the end of season 3 of the animated show, so I like that here, that lingering shot on her face shows that her expression goes from angry and determined, to almost a frightened desperation. She tries to put on a good face, but she is concerned that her father won't see the truth she does, that she'll be 'treated like Zuko' and punished for not being good enough.

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[the guide] the perfect pair ➵ “welcome to valorant.”

esports player!kim sunwoo x esports player!reader

your official guide to “the perfect pair” universe, from gaming lingo all the way to vct timeline

parts ➵ check out the series masterlist

taglist ➵ @winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @vernyangel @mosviqu @tbzhub @stealanity @wooluv09 @deobi0412 @untilsunset @hiefisch @blue-rainydays @maessseongs @wonuroyal @sunkitti

a/n ➵ i understand that not everyone may be familiar with gamer lingo or how vct works, hence, why i made this post in the first place! i hope this can guide you as you read the story! for any questions, feel free to let me know! thank you again to @shegotthewoobies @vernyangel @sizzlingdino for your help :') it was so hard having to explain these terms. please expect the first chapter to drop in a few days

WHAT IS VALORANT

VALORANT is a 5v5 competitive first-person shooter game developed by Riot Games. The main goal of the game is to plant or defuse the spike (depending on what side you’re playing on). There are four different roles in this game where the agents are categorized into:

Duelists: Known as the primary attackers, they are expected to help enter and clear sites.

Initiators: These agents help push back enemies and clear sites through their abilities.

Sentinels: Experts in holding sites, they help in building a defense against opponents and handle any flanks.

Controllers: Their abilities help in adjusting the battlefield by smoking out opponents.

These are the ranks in order. Iron 1 is the lowest, and you slowly progress through it by going to Iron 2 then Iron 3 then Bronze 1, and so on. The highest rank is Radiant. Depending on how you play in your ranked matches, you will obtain or lose RR.

WHAT IS VCT?

It's the abbreviated form of “Valorant Champions Tour” which is an esports tournament hosted by Riot Games. There’s a series of events that eventually accumulate to the main event which is Champions. These events act as a way to shortlist teams until the main event. In this story’s universe, this is the flow of events:

Qualifiers:  Around 100+ teams compete around this period

Playoffs: Around 50+ teams compete in this period.

Challengers: Around 20-30 teams compete. The teams are divided by regions and must battle through a bracket system.

Masters: Around 16-18 teams compete against each other. The regions are now mixed.

Last Chance Qualifier (LCQ): Around 10 teams compete to garner a place in the main event. These are for the teams who didn't place high enough to get a ticket to Champions.

Champions: Around 16 teams compete against each other, both from winners of Masters and LCQ, to determine who brings home the Champions Cup.

WHAT IS GAME CHANGERS?

Game Changers is an event where women, nonbinary players, and other gender-marginalized groups compete. It’s an initiative to provide a platform of recognition to these players.

In this story’s universe, Game Changers is the first official tournament to start the year’s VCT.

VALORANT/GAMER LINGO

Here is a list of terms you may need to familiarize yourself with. When it comes to maps and actual matches being described, please refer to the gifs and/or images attached.

Ace: Typically, this means a good player. However, when a player kills off the whole opponent team, they get recognized as an ace

Bait/Baiting: When you use a teammate as “bait” in order for the enemy to put their focus on them

Boost/Boosted: The accusation of being brought to a higher rank with the help of someone with a better skill set. It’s typically thrown at women

Botfrag: The player at the bottom of the leaderboard

Care [Insert skill/weapon/agent]: Reminding your teammates to be aware of something that could affect the outcome of the round

Default: A strategy in which you try to gather information about your opponent by baiting their abilities as a way to gain map control. It is important to do when your typical 5-man pushes don't work out

Double swing: Two players peek together, often to put pressure on the opponent, and get a pick/force a trade

Fill: A player that adjusts to the agent lineup

Flank: Those who essentially try to attack the enemies from behind, aiming to pinch at them or attack them from behind

Jiggle peek/jump spot: Cautiously peeking without exposing yourself fully

Lineups/Lineup Larry: Someone who is able to accurately position/throw/shoot their abilities to designated places that may prevent opponents from defusing the spike or gathering information

One tap/140: Essentially means that the opponent has low health. When using a Phantom, a type of rifle, it deals 140 damage

Pick: You got a kill, basically

Retake: All active defenders will fall back/regroup outside of an attacker-controlled site and push in strategically in order to regain control of site

Stack: When most players play together on a site in hopes of surprising the opponents

Tapping the spike: Fake defuse to make the enemy team think you’re on the spike

Throwing/threw: Someone who is accidentally or purposely doing bad plays during a round or the whole game

Topfrag: The player at the top of the leaderboard

Trade: When your teammate dies, you get a pick on an enemy

Wall bang/Wall bangable: In the game, certain walls can be pierced through with bullets, and can be used to shoot players even through walls

Whiff: When someone misses their shots badly

For those who want to know the game better, you may refer to the following links along with the graphics:

BEGINNER’S GUIDE

Concepts: Roles in Valorant

VALORANT dictionary: 38 terms you should know

Valorant Ranks: Ascendant, Immortal, Radiant Explained

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Valorant Masterlist

⇢ Controller

⇢ Duelist

⇢ Initiator

⇢ Sentinel

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❝extraterrestrial being❞

✭ pairing : various x reader

✭ fandom : my hero academia x reader

✭ summary : "Extraterrestrial Being" is a thrilling fictional science fanfiction that takes place on the first day of training at UA, an elite academy for aspiring heroes. This action-packed story follows a group of determined students as they encounter an extraordinary event that turns their world upside down. As the students gather for their first training lesson, an unexpected incident occurs: a spaceship crashes right in the middle of the training ground, creating chaos and excitement among the students and their instructors. The crash is unlike anything they've ever witnessed before, and the suspense builds as they wonder what lies beyond the wreckage. To their amazement, out steps an alien female, an extraterrestrial being unlike anything they've encountered. With her strange appearance and advanced technology, the alien quickly captures the attention and curiosity of the students. As they attempt to communicate with her, they realize they must put their training to the test and work together to understand her intentions and prevent any potential danger.

✭ word count : 1,429

✭ chapter two

✭ extraterrestrial being masterlist

Aizawa’s eyes lingered on Midoriya for a minute before looking away. So far the teen was doing bad in the tests, ‘If he continues on like this, he's going to get last place and I'm going to have to expel him. So far, from what I know about his quirk, instead of him saving people, he's going to have to be saved after one punch or one kick. He would just be a hindrance to the people around him if he was in a real fight,’ he thought to himself.

Some where on the training grounds the students talked amongst themselves. 

"It doesn't look good for Midoriya if he continues like this."

"Huh? Of course not. He's a quirkless small fry, you know," Bakugou says from his spot next to lida, arms crossed over his chest.

"Quirkless?! Are you not aware of what he did in the entrance exam?" lida asked.

"Huh?" Bakugou asked, confused.

“Midoriya you’re up. And move quickly, we don’t got all day.” Aizawa says.

“Yes sir!”

As Midoriya then gets ready to throw the ball he begins to activate his quirk, and as he throws it, it only goes 46 meters.

“Huh…I could’ve sworn I had it activated,” he mumbles to himself.

"I erased your quirk. That entrance exam was definitely not rational enough. Even a kid like you was accepted," Aizawa says with his scarf floating in the air, his eyes red, and his hair standing on end. Midoriya then seems to realizes who he was and starts to mumble to himself about Aizawa's quirk which can erase a person's quirk and that he was an underground hero which is why nobody knew about him.

"From what I can tell, you can't control your quirk, can you? Do you intend to become incapacitated again and have someone save you?" Aizawa asked.

"Th-That's not my intention--," Midoriya stammered until Aizawa's scarf gets wrapped around him and pulls Midoriya closer to him.

"Whatever your intention, I'm saying that's what those around you will be forced to do. In the past, there was an oppressively passionate hero who saved over a thousand people by himself and created a legend. Even if you have the same reckless valor, you'll just be decked and turn into a useless doll after saving one person. Midoriya Izuku, with your power, you can't become a hero," Aizawa finishes his statement as he releases his bindings from Midoriya.

"I've returned you quirk. You have two turns for the ball throw. Hurry up and get it over with," he said while leaving the circle with a dejected Midoriya in the middle of it.

"Sensei, there's something in the sky!"  exclaimed Eijiro Kirishima, pointing above.

Aizawa turned his attention towards the disturbance, his expression shifting from stern to curious. The students followed suit, their eyes scanning the sky for any signs of trouble. And then, they saw it - a streak of light, growing brighter and closer with each passing second.

Panic rippled through the ranks of the students as they realized that what they were witnessing was no ordinary celestial phenomenon. The comet-like object hurtled towards the earth, its trajectory leading it straight towards the training grounds.

Aizawa quickly regained control of the situation. "Everyone, back to class! Now!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos.

But it was too late. The students, frozen in awe and fear, could only watch as the comet descended, getting closer and closer with each passing moment. Dust began to swirl around them, obscuring their vision and adding to the growing sense of unease.

As the comet crashed into the training grounds, a deafening roar filled the air. The impact sent shockwaves through the surrounding area, shaking the ground beneath their feet. Dust and debris flew in every direction, reducing visibility to mere inches.

Aizawa quickly activated his Quirk, erasing the dust clinging to his eyes, and scanned the area for his students. Through the haze, he spotted them, coughing and spluttering, but otherwise unharmed.

"Is everyone alright?" he shouted, his voice strained.

A chorus of affirmative replies echoed back to him, their voices laced with a mix of relief and confusion. The students slowly gathered themselves, brushing off the dust and helping their classmates to their feet.

As the dust began to settle, the true extent of the damage came into view. The training grounds were littered with the remnants of the fallen comet, its impact leaving a massive crater in its wake. A sense of awe washed over the students as they marveled at the spectacle before them.

Aizawa directed their attention away from the wreckage. "Alright, everyone," he said, his voice steady once more. "I need to assess the situation and ensure the safety of our surroundings. Head back to class now, I need to report this incident to the school."

Principal Nezu, carried in the arms of All Might, made a grand entrance, interrupting the intense atmosphere.

"I AM HERE!" All Might proclaimed, his voice booming across the training grounds.

Principal Nezu cleared his throat, prompting All Might to correct himself. "What I meant to say is, WE ARE HERE!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

The students couldn't help but smile at All Might's charismatic presence, but their attention quickly shifted to Principal Nezu, awaiting his usual catchphrase. "That's right. It's me, Nezu, the one who could be a dog or a mouse or a bear, but more importantly... I'm the principal!" he declared, his voice as authoritative as ever.

Other hero teachers had also gathered on the training grounds, assessing the situation alongside Aizawa and his class. They exchanged worried glances, their focus now drawn to the glowing comet that had crashed before them.

Just as they began discussing their next course of action, Hanta Sero's voice cut through the air. "Uh, guys, the comet's glowing!" he exclaimed, pointing towards the cracked surface.

All eyes turned towards the comet, anticipation filling the air. The cracked exterior slowly gave way, revealing a figure within. The students held their breath as the sight before them unfolded.

Standing before them was a teenage girl, radiating an otherworldly beauty. She possessed vibrant orange skin, large green eyes with light-green scleras, and small rounded eyebrows. Her straight, fiery-red hair cascaded down to her waist, shining brightly in the sunlight. She was a mesmerizing sight to behold.

Unable to contain his excitement, Minoru Mineta blurted out, "Cool, an alien babe!" His drooling expression earned him a sharp glance from Aizawa, who stepped in front of his students, his Quirk activated and ready for action.

“Who are you?!” Aizawa shouts arms ready by his side for combat if the situation called for it, “Why have you broken into UA? That makes you a villain, your intentions are unclear to me though, so tell me. Why are you here?!”

The female tilted her head towards the side before replying in an unfamiliar language.

”Principal Nezu, do you understand what she’s saying?” All Might whispers to the small animal still in his hold.

”No, quite frankly I don’t. Despite all my years of living I have never heard that language before.” Nezu replies 

Aizawa's eyes narrowed as he observed the girl, her language unfamiliar to his trained ears. He prepared to defend his class, anticipating a potential threat. However, to his surprise, the girl's actions were far from hostile.

Her eyes looked around for a couple of seconds before landing on the green haired male. With a smile she begin her stride towards the male.

As the girl descended towards Izuku, Aizawa positioned himself between them, ready to intervene. But before he could react, the girl leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss upon his lips. Aizawa froze, his mind momentarily stunned by the unexpected gesture.

When she pulled away, the girl smiled warmly and spoke in broken English, "Greetings, human. I come in peace!"

The students and teachers exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected turn of events. Aizawa, his stern expression softening, finally found his voice. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.

But the girl continued to speak in her native language, leaving everyone present unable to understand her words. She surveyed her surroundings, as she spoke in an excited tone, her words unfamiliar to the humans that lingered in her presence.

The question still fresh on their minds, just who was this girl?

[santsukii]

masterlist <3

HONKAI STAR RAIL:

ICE

WIND

FIRE

ELECTRIC

QUANTUM

IMAGINARY

PHYSICAL

GENSHIN IMPACT:

CRYO

ANEMO

ELECTRO

HYDRO

GEO

DENDRO

PYRO

BUNGO STRAY DOGS:

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

PORT MAFIA

THE GUILD

DECAY OF THE ANGEL

HUNTING DOGS

VALORANT:

DUELISTS

INITIATORS

CONTROLLERS

SENTINELS

[ezrawip]

selfshipper ! God's silliest soldier

🇧🇷 ez or ezra , 7teen ,

he . any , autistic — carrd 🧣

________________________ . . !

MORE about me . .

i'll be eighteen on april 6th and i looove creating self inserts to selfship ! i find boyfriends in every media i consume, so... yeah... long f/o list and all.... /silly

i'm unlabeled regarding gender and rlly dont care abt it, but im afab and might present femininely or use feminine pronouns to refer to myself. that does not mean anyone should think of me as cisgender or a woman. my pronouns r still HE/she!!

im queer n ace, and im like 90% attracted to men ‹3 the women in my heart are few but they take up a lot of space 🙂‍↕️

im also Catholic! im glad to answer any questions about it or explain anything 💪🏻

i follow n like from @lucciet ^__^ !!

also yeah my favorite color is ourple. how did u guess

selfship / yumeship / works . .

this is my masterlist for selfship content :3

if u have f/os from arcane, ninjago, overwatch or valorant pls lets be moots ㅠㅠ

you can find the ones i didn't make a post abt on my pinterest acc !!

i have a blog to talk about the ocs from my rpg ! if you want to check it out or know more about them, @talesofdea !! ur free to send asks abt anyone in specific (even if i didnt make a post abt them! just randomize someone n ask 🙂‍↕️)

im always open 4 mutuals :3 i love having friends that r crazy like me & rbs are alwayss cool !! unless specifically stated so

dni zionist, nazis, ddlg, terf, maps, homo/transphobic, pro-isr4el/anti palestine, pro trump

i cant control who interacts w me, but i wont engage with any kind of proshippers, DO NOT FOLLOW i dont rlly like yall 💀 and you will be blocked

tagging system .'

#— ggez - general

#— irlezra - pics of me irl :3

#— ezra is plagued by visions - personal, out of selfship topic yapping.

#— ezra gameplays - probably livetweeting valorant 😭

#— (character) - for f/os i dont have a ship name for yet!

#— (media) - just talking about ppl or content overall, without necessarily having a serious bond

#— ez vents ‹ - venting 🙂‍↔️

and blinkies!! love those guys

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