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My Little Bunny | Older!Eddie x Reader

For Evie, @oneforthemunny prompt for her writing challenge. “based off the lore that older!eddie gets slutty on tequila lol. gimme tequila eddie. make it slutty. the og prompt was at the beach for a wedding of a cousin, if you’d like to follow that, but if not- where does it happen? how do you think it would go? don’t spare a single detail please!!!!” I hope I did your man justice 😘 happy one year!

Happy new year! Here is some smut to start the year off right.

This is pure filth, don’t look at me🫣

Cw: age gap, oral, p in v, ass play, anal. Minors DNI. Only slightly proofread so if you see a spelling mistake… no you didn’t 😤

“Bunnnnnnnnnnnnnny” Eddie slurred. The man could not handle his liquor. But neither could you.

After what happened and the wedding, Eddie swore he wouldn’t drink tequila for a very long time. However, tonight was special. Tonight, the baby was with your parents, and Bri was off with your sister for the evening. It was just you. And Eddie. Alone for the first time in what felt like years. Eddie was wining and dining with you tonight.

You convinced him to go to a bar to dance. Well, you danced, he watched. He watched your body; he loved the new curves you got from bringing Delilah into the world. You returned to the bar where he was sitting and ordered four tequila shots. Eddie had been nursing a beer all night; he was shocked at your drink of choice.

“Bunny you know what happens when I drink this…” giving you a stern look.

“Maybe I wanna get a little freaky tonight…. It’s been so long” you run your hands up and down his chest.

“I don’t know”

“What if I gave you an insensitive?”

“And what would that be?”

“I want you to fuck my ass tonight” you whispered against your husband’s ear.

“Bunnnnnnnnnnnnnny” Eddie slured again as you both stumbled into your home.

“Fuck I need you. I need your tight ass so bad”

You can’t keep your hands off one another. Your lips are attached to his neck, and your hands run up and down his body. You barely make it through the front door before your hands are trying to get down his pants.

Somehow, you make it to the bedroom. You were stripping your man with each step. Something inside of you was burning, and Eddie was the only thing to put it out. A visceral ache in your core, screaming at you to do something about it.

“I need you, I need you so bad,” you whined because he wasn’t moving fast enough. You were already on the bed waiting for him.

Eddie giggled as he tried to unbutton his dress shirt, but it didn’t seem to work.

“Come here,” Eddie coxed you closer to him. “I need your help.”

“Arms up,” your mom instincts kicked in, and you pulled off Eddie’s shirt in one swift motion.

Without hesitation, you worked on his pants the second your fingertips left the fabric of his shirt. Your nimble fingers worked his belt, button, and zipper, and finally, why you craved most was released before you.

"God, you're so hot! How did I land a wife so fucking hot?"

You let Eddie cup your face, kissing you as he pushes you back onto the bed. His tongue parted your lips, and you gladly let him take charge.

It was needy and messy but so deliciously delightful. You missed your hundreds touch. You’d been so busy being a new mom, and Eddie tried picking up extra shifts to make a little more cash so you could take a nice vacation this summer. You hardly spent time together. You needed this. He needed this. The fire in his belly was also burning the second you mentioned your perfect tight little hole wanting to be stretched and pounded by his cock.

“You gonna be my good little bunny?” Eddie spoke as he slinked down your body so his face was level with your throbbing pussy.

“Yes!” You had zero patients, and he thought it was cute.

“Well then... You gotta get nice and wet, f’me”

“Already ammmmm” you wined again. Why was he prolonging this?

“Oh is she? I guess I’ll just have to see for myself.” Eddie didn’t spare another second. His hands wrenched your legs open, pressing them as far as they could reach.

You let out a moan of pleasure when his mouth finally attached to your lower lips.

Eddie needed to taste you. He usually didn’t do this often, but tonight you deserved to be thoroughly fucked. He needed to feel you cumming in his mouth, to taste you, to feel you. His eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned into your pussy.

“Looks like you were right, baby bunny, and you taste so good. Just can’t get enough,” Eddie dove back in, flicking and licking at your clit. Your body was so reactive to him tonight. Let’s thank the tequila because it didn’t take much to make you cum from his mouth.

“Baby, I’m so close”

“Already? But I just started playing with her” he pouted.

“Yes! P-please.” You stuttered.

“You wanna cum? You going to cum for me?”

Unexpectedly, Eddie replaced his mouth with his finger just as you were on the brink. Before you could say anything, his finger was inside your wet fold, collecting all of your slick, and was quickly replaced by his mouth again.

You could feel the warmth building back up. Eddie continued to work your clit. All the while, his finger, drenched with your own natural lube, was starting to tease your other hole.

“Oh my god,” you moan as his finger slowly makes its way inside.

“You okay?”

“Don’t stop!” You begged as your first orgasm washes through you.

“Fuck, your tight little ass is sucking me in so good,” Eddie continues to finger you as you ride out your orgasm.

“Good bunny. Turn around, ass up, show me what’s mine.”

You quickly obeyed his orders and flipped around so you could show him what he wanted. You loved when he got possessive.

“Tell me what you want bunny”

“You.”

“Nu-uh,” Eddie tutted. “Be more specific.”

“Edddiiiieee, please, I need you.”

Eddie couldn’t believe your extra brattiness tonight.

“No,” a sharp slap filled the room and your ass stung. “Tell me what you need, Bunny,” he spoke, and he massaged the area he slapped. Soothing your skin.

“Your tongue… and your fingers,” you pant.

“Good little bunny,” he smirked. “You want me to tongue fuck your tight little hole? Get you nice and ready for me?”

“Yes,” you sigh as you arch your back more so Eddie can see more of you.

“Fuck bunny, you’re perfect.” Eddie gripped each cheek, spreading you open before dipping his head down.

When you felt his tongue make contact with your hole, you cried out again. You were revelling in the fact you were in an empty house. You could be as loud as you wanted.

“Mmmmmm, you taste so good, Bunny,” he moaned into you.

“Eddie!”

“Yes, Bunny?”

“More!”

“More what?”

“Please fuck my pussy”

“You’re such a good little slut for me. Good girl telling me what you want…. But is that all you want?” God, he was so condescending.

You let out an irritated huff. “Eddie, please,” you begged as you wiggled your ass in the air to entice him.

“You need to behave, little bunny, or else you’re not going to get what you want.” Eddie’s hands gripped your cheeks tighter.

“I’m sorry, I just need you so badly baby”

“Ohhh, I like that; tell me more.”

“I need you so bad! I’m aching for you. Please.”

“That’s my good girl.

Eddie lined up his cock with your wanton hole and slowly stretched you out.

“Thank you.” You sighed with relief.

His thick long cock stretched out your walls. You couldn’t help yourself as you rocked your body back and forth onto his cock.

“That’s it, bunny. Show me what you really can do” he slapped your ass again. You rocked your knees and hips back onto Eddie’s cock as he stood at the edge of your shared bed.

“Mmmmmm”

“More!”

You felt a wad of spit drip down your ass, lower and lower, until Eddie’s fingers found it and rimmed your picked hole. As you rocked your body against Eddie’s cock he dipped in his single digit, adding another and another until you stretched out.

Your body is screaming; Eddie was making you feel so good.

“Ok, bunny, you’re going to ride me, bounce on this cock and show me how good of a Bunny you are.”

“Yes, please. Need you.”

Eddie pulled out so he could get underneath you, but not before he reached the nightstand to pull out the lube you had stashed away for nights like these.

“You ready for me, baby?” He asked as he covered his cock in the slippery substance.

“Yes,” you swung your leg around his hips, aligning yourself with his hard cock that lay on his stomach.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispered as he guided your hips down onto him.

“Oh fuck” you both grit out in unison.

You watched as Eddie glazed over with lust.

“Fucking so good. Damn, tight.” Eddie gritted through his teeth.

He planted his feet on the mattress to ground himself. His hips started thrusting up into you, matching your strokes.

“Fuck fuck fuck I love the way you take my cock. Tell me how much you love this cock.”

“I love it,” you panted as you bounced on his cock. You felt so full, so complete. So ready for his cock to fill you.

“Baby, touch me,” you commanded.

Eddie dipped his head to take a nipple in his mouth as his hand found your pussy, finding your clit. A rush of pleasure ran through your body as his mouth and hands explored your body.

“Oh baby,” you threw your head back with pleasure.

“How much do you want it, baby bunny?”

“I want it so bad!”

“What do you want?”

“Your cum”

“Sucha little slut, want me to fill your ass with my cum?”

“Yes!”

Eddie’s hand never stopped working your clit. You could feel the pleasure build and build. Your legs were burning, but it was in measure to how Eddie was making you feel.

“You’re close baby I can feel you clenching down on me so tight.” He squeezed his eyes shut with pleasure.

“Cum for me, baby, cum for me, then I’ll fill you up so good you’ll be leaking for days. Do you want that? To feel my cum dripping out of you tomorrow?”

“Fuck. Eddie!” You cried out as your body clenched around his cock, cumming hard.

"Eddie continued to pound into your ass until he unloaded up into you, filling you up just like you begged him to do.

Your body went limp and your soar muscles rested as you lay your weight fully on your husband.

"Remind me again. Why don't I do tequila?" Eddie laughed as his brain released serotonin. "That was amazing." He kissed the top of your head.

"Remember that question tomorrow, big boy." You giggled, and Eddie finally pulled out of you.

"Come on, Bunny, let's get you cleaned up. " Even in his drunken state, he still needed to take care of you.

"Can't move. You fucked me too well." you sighed.

"I think you did most of the work Bun, you fucked me."

"I did, didn't I?" You smile at the realization.

"Don't get cocky now" He slapped your ass, and you jumped up out of bed with Eddie following close behind you.

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You both asked for it and I couldn't resist. If this is well received as much as the first part, part three will include Rhaenys v Aegon v Aemond

Apologies for any mistakes spelling wise and story wise. HOTD is confusing okay!

[Name] woke up at the beginning of dawn with a knock at the door. The knock only stirred him awake because he trained his body to wake at any sound, also because he stayed alert after what happened last night. He couldn’t allow another assassination to happen under his nose.

He blinked his eyes open and looked around the bed. Somehow Daenerys and her dragons made their way in between him and Helaena, the little girl being embraced by her mother protectively. The man sighed at the peaceful sight and he took himself out of bed with smooth movements. He didn’t want to stir his family from their sleep, not yet anyways.

The person at the door had a great amount of patience, [Name] noted. So the list of names got shorter. It couldn’t be his twin, Aegon, or his younger brother Aemond. Both would have stormed in without a second thought. His mother had patience, but her anxiety would have made her knock on the door again. The other people on this list like the council members, he didn’t want to talk to at such an early time.

Politics were boring.

Even still, he slipped a loose shirt over his head and popped his arms into the sleeves. Then he walked over to the door, the sleep gone from his eyes and his lips ready to spew out a curse here and there at the person for wanting to have a conversation so early.

His hand grabbed the handle of the door and he opened it up to reveal a disheveled Aegon. His twin brother looked like a terrible mess and [Name] swiftly brought him into the large room. Aegon didn’t need to be seen by the castle people. Lords and Ladies would be talking about him for days, maybe even weeks about how he looked.

The curse words on his lips fell short when he caught a glimpse at his twin. [Name] led Aegon over to the couch and sat him down while he took a seat across from him. Aegon sniffled and looked over to the left where he saw bodies laying on the bed with relaxed breathing.

“They’re making mother and Jeyne follow Jaehaerys on a cart,” Aegon said softly looking back at [Name], “they s..stitched his-”

“I know, brother,” [Name] responded with a defeated sigh. It was no secret what those ratcatchers did to Jaehaerys. The poor boy had no reason to go through that pain and suffering. “You can tell Otto not to go through with this. You can grieve in a healthy way, Aegon. Have you seen your queen at all?”

Aegon looked down at the floor with his hands fumbling over with each other, “No.”

[Name] leaned back into the sofa and said, “You should go and see her.”

“She can’t see me like this!” He whispered, gesturing to his messy look. His red eyes puffy from all the crying he did. His breath smelled of wine too.

“It’ll be good for her to see you like that,” [Name] replied, “because it shows Jeyne that you are a grieving father. She is a grieving mother, you think she looks pretty like a queen right now?”

Aegon processed his words and he wiped his nose with his sleeve. Then he asked, “How do you not look like me? How can Helaena sleep as if her son didn’t die?” The glare didn’t go unnoticed by [Name] and he leaned forward feeling animosity radiate off of Aegon’s body. If Aegon wanted to speak ill about him and his wife, he should have spoken to someone else.

But he bit his tongue and relaxed, his twin just needed to understand. To learn how to grieve properly.

“I don’t look like you because I leaned on my wife for support. Helaena could sleep knowing I was in bed with her along with our daughter. Listen to what I have to say Aegon, you need your wife and she needs you. Nothing is more important than her. You do your best to love your family and to protect them.”

The lilac eyed man clutched his knees and sneered, “I regret not being there for them. I regret taking Balerion on patrol when I should have been asleep already. But she lifted the weight of my shoulders and loved me. She understood my plight despite dealing with her own. A husband and a wife need a sturdy foundation to stand on. If the floor beneath her crumbles, I know I’ll be there to hold her hand. To repair that foundation with her. That’s what you and Jeyne need to do. Grieve together, love each other and repair the foundation.”

[Name] lowered his voice when he saw a small body rise up in her bed. The little girl looked around frantically and finally spotted her father sitting on the sofas across the room. Quickly she slid out of bed and her feet carried her over to her father.

“Daenerys,” [Name]’s features softened and he opened his arms wide to capture his little girl in his arms, “why are you crying, little one?”

Aegon watched how loving his twin was. He never admitted it out loud, but [Name] made high expectations in being a father. He didn’t drink every night, he trained his son every day, cared for their studies and even joined Daenerys in her embroidery classes. To which brought happiness to Helaena.

“You weren’t in bed, I thought you left us,” Daenerys cried and hugged her father tightly. Meanwhile [Name]’s heart constricted with a little heartbreak. Left us, she said. Daenerys recognizes the danger without him, the consequences of an absent father. [Name] rubbed his hand up and down her back, bouncing the leg she sat on.

“Everything is alright, Dany. I’m here, I’m here,” He repeated and pressed a kiss at the crown of her head. After a time, her sobs quieted down and she remained in his arms, not wanting to go anywhere else.

Aegon with a small smile on his face said, “I forgot how close Dany was to you.” He spoke the truth. Daenerys very rarely left her father’s side besides when she had to go to classes. She often flew on Balerion with him and watched Rhaegar train in the fields. Daenerys admired her father a lot, no one could ruin his image. Not even the ratcatchers.

“You hear that Dany,” [Name] peered down and nudged his forehead against hers, “Your uncle thinks you spend too much time with me.”

Dany wiped her tears and said, “Not enough time, uncle. You always take Father away.” Her teasing glare made Aegon feign a surrender, his hands held up high. A chuckle left Aegon’s lips and [Name] came to another realization. Aegon didn’t need Jeyne to help him grieve.

“Please forgive me, dragon warrior,” Aegon playfully responded, “but your father is an exceptional fighter. He protects this kingdom so well and always stands up for me.”

Daenerys laughed and sat up wanting to play along with her uncle. The little girl wrapped her arms around [Name]’s neck and said, “But who will stand up for Father? Do you think you’re worthy enough to protect the Warrior of Light, the rider of Balerion?”

Aegon subtly looked at his twin and [Name] mouthed, “She takes play pretend seriously, you’re in for it now.”

To which, Aegon didn’t mind because this moment distracted him from the night before. His niece took away the pain, her demanding words and playful attitude brought him into a different world. Play pretend, [Name] called it. How often did his twin brother play like this with his children?

[Name] knew exactly what Aegon was thinking and he spoke up, “Daenerys and Rhaegar are very creative and imaginative. She plays the role of a dragon warrior, defender of the realm while Rhaegar played as a priest, a man of truth and light.”

Aegon smirked and before he could ask what was up with that, [Name] shook his head with a grin, “Don’t ask me why, Rhaegar was different in many ways. Anyways Helaena, chosen by Rhaegar, was the Queen and you could only imagine what they made me.”

“Oh~” Aegon kept his smirk, “they made you a king?”

[Name] laughed and responded with mirth, “A bloody peasant in love with the widowed queen.”

Aegon hollered and fell back into the cushions of the sofa. “Your kids hold you very high in opinion, but in their world they made you a peasant!” Aegon could not believe what he heard.

“Yes, we all dress up for our game too,” [Name] laughed again, “my clothes are very itchy, I tell you.”

The brothers laughed together, but [Name]’s died down a bit before Aegon’s. The older twin enjoyed seeing that smile on his brother’s face. Aegon needed him, [Name] told himself. Him and his family to cheer him up. But they were to leave, very soon. Guilt ate at him and he debated whether to tell Aegon of his plan, but his brother wouldn’t take it lightly.

[Name] planned to move to the other side, taking Dreamfyre and Balerion with him. Taking Moonlight, Nightmare and Frostfang, his children’s dragons. That’s adding two dragon riders to the Blacks. Technically one because Helaena could never burn people. [Name] would have to make that point abundantly clear to the Blacks.

“Aegon, there’s something I must tell you.”

[Name] saw Aegon catch his breath, a faint smile still present on his face.

“You are strong, brother,” [Name] kindly said, “Yes, others may think you’re only a drunk. But I’ve seen you in the throne room trying to help out your subjects. Only to have Otto strike you down. I’ve seen you try to take charge, only to have that fire stoked out by the council members.”

[Name] brought his lilac eyes to meet Aegon’s shining eyes, “Do what you must to keep your fire burning. Because once it’s out, who knows how long it’ll take to rekindle it. Don’t let Mother strike you down, don’t let Otto control you anymore and most of all, don’t let Aemond underestimate you. You are their King, not their pawn.”

A spark ignited in Aegon’s chest. Little did [Name] know, his fire was already out. But his words ignited the hearth in his heart. And it burned with strength and passion. Then [Name] stood up, carrying a quiet Daenerys in his arms.

Aegon followed quickly and shook his head, “You should have been King, [Name]. I don’t know why Father chose me when you were the perfect candidate.”

Smoothly [Name] responded, “I never wanted it.” The confusion on Aegon’s face made [Name] continue, “The crown, the throne, it’s all a game. I don’t know how to play it and you don’t know either. But Otto does, he played it well too. Having his daughter court our father while he grieved for our half sister’s mother was a ploy to get one of us on the throne. To have someone he can control. Do you think you sit on the throne, brother?”

Aegon blinked then casted his eyes onto the floor, “Not really. No one takes me seriously. The council meetings take place with my opinions never heard.”

“Which is why you announce your presence. Every member of the council is afraid of Aemond because he rides Vhagar. Everyone is afraid of me because I have Balerion. What can you do to make them afraid of you?”

“I don’t know.” Aegon replied.

[Name] shifted Daenerys to his other hip and said, “We all have something in common that people are afraid of. Dragons are dragons, beasts the normal folk cannot begin to understand. Not like us. So show them you’re a dragon rider and a king, make them afraid of you. You’re the rider of Sunfyre.”

Aegon cleared his throat and walked over to the door. He felt a shift in the room and he looked back at his brother. This moment, it felt too somber and Aegon had to tell him something too.

“Brother, thank you for this.”

[Name] nodded, “I always have your back, Aegon.”

After Aegon left, [Name] moved over to the bed and wasn’t surprised that Helaena woke up. Perhaps she had already risen long ago.

“Hello, my sweet lady,” [Name] sang and placed Dany on the bed next to her mother. Then he leaned over and pressed a light kiss on Helaena’s lips. His hands held her face with love and he pressed into a little deeper. She returned his passion and asked in between his kiss, “Did you mean it when you said it to Aegon?”

“Of course, I did,” [Name] pulled back and sat by her bedside, taking her hands into his own. He rubbed her knuckles and brought them up to his lips. He kissed her gently and put them back on her stomach. “Now we shall get ready for our journey before the rest of the castle wakes.”

Helaena pushed herself upward and suddenly embraced her husband. His eyes widened in surprise and he looked down at his wife with questions. Nonetheless, he kept his mouth shut and embraced her back. She felt amazing with her chest pressed up against his. He could feel her heartbeat, hear the slow breaths her lungs took in. Without noticing, his hands dragged themselves lower holding onto her waist.

He dipped his head down and his lips started leaving a trail of kisses on her neck. One hand held her back pressing her further into him while the other hand held her head. His fingers threading in her long hair and pulling the strands gently down, so she could look up at the ceiling. It gave him more access to her neck, to her breasts.

He would have dived straight for them if she didn’t remind him who was watching. “This isn’t the place, [Name],” Helaena spoke timidly and he pulled back to see Dany covering her eyes with her small hands. He chuckled with an apology to his wife and daughter.

“You’re very hard to resist, my love. Excuse my behavior.” He pressed a sweet kiss on her cheek and stood up, ignoring the beautiful look in her innocent eyes.

Helaena smiled at his bashful look and pushed the throbbing in her core away. Yes, he was also very hard to resist. She’s surprised they didn’t have more children running around them. In due time, she told herself.

……

They’ve been in the air for quite some time and the morning sun began to rise with soft yellows and pinks. [Name] opted out on wearing his black armor while riding with his children, but kept Hellfire strapped to his waist.

Viserys, given a medicine to help him sleep during the flight, drooled onto [Name]’s shoulder. The father didn’t mind and he looked down in front of him to see Daenerys holding onto the cages that kept the three tiny dragons there safely. Her long hair braided into two and she wore a light blue dress paired with her mother’s.

[Name] looked to his left and watched Helaena fly quietly next to him. She was a good distance away from him because of Baelrion’s long wingspan. So he kept a careful eye on her from time to time as well as their surroundings. If the Blacks attacked them now, the fight would be devastating for his surrendering family.

He came for answers and sanctuary. He didn’t want a fight.

Finally Dragonstone came into view and [Name] commanded Balerion with a powerful voice to land on a beach near the Black’s base. Balerion roared into the sky to announce their presence, no doubt alarming the people in Dragonstone. The descent was a little too fast for Viserys and the tiny boy cried all the way down, alarming Helaena who followed after the Black Dread.

When they touched, Balerion dug his claws into the sand and lowered his neck so the Targaryen family could climb down. [Name] being the first one off the giant dragon helped his daughter down. The small girl watched hopped into his arms, careful that the cage didn’t smack him.

Helaena touched down fast next to Balerion and released the reins on Dreamfyre while [Name] moved the swaddle from his back to his front.

He tried to ease Viserys and when he turned around to ask his wife for help, Helaena was already next to him. A worried mother is quick to help her babes, he’s always reminded. [Name] handed Viserys over to his wife with no hesitation and she soothed him with gentle caresses and hushed mumbles.

Then a loud screech resounded in the sky and he looked up to see three dragon riders making their way to the beach. A golden dragon, a burning red one and a small one. [Name] knew these dragons and their riders, Rhaenyra, Rhaenys and Jace. Luckily for him, Daemon wasn’t with them.

The three landed on the beach a safe distance away from Balerion who challenged them a little too quickly for [Name]’s liking. The black beast held his head high and covered [Name]’s family with a wing. Daenerys awed at the sight and Helaena looked at [Name] wearily.

“Lykiri, Balerion,” [Name] walked forward with a hand raised at his defensive dragon, “lykiri.”

Balerion quieted down, his throat bobbing up and down a few clicks and groans rumbling in his chest. His tail swished about on the sand and he lowered his head down to his rider, pressing his large head onto [Name]’s side making the man stumble on the sand.

With a quick pet, [Name] ran his hand down the scales and rough skin of Balerion’s snout. His eyes dragged away from his beast to the three hesitant dragon riders across from him. He looked back at his family and Helaena gave him a nod of approval. This wasn’t a fight, [Name] reminded himself as he walked forward. Be respectful and pledge your support to Rhaenyra.

Offer yourself and Balerion to her cause, he told himself again.

When he walked up to a respectful distance for a conversation, [Name] greeted his estranged family, “Sister, cousin and nephew, I don’t mean to alarm you.”

Was that a good start? To let them know that he wanted no fight. He didn’t use their titles, not quite used to addressing them as so since he acknowledged his brother as the king and such.

“If not to alarm us,then what do you want?” Jace questioned, resting his hand on the pommel of his sword.

[Name]’s own fingers itched to rest on Hellfire, but if he did that Balerion would take it as a sign to defend his rider and his family. So he kept his hands at his sides and responded with a calm tone, nothing like Jace’s hostile tone.

“Originally I came here looking for answers-”

“With two dragons at our front door, one bigger than the rest of ours?”

Rhaenrya and Rhaenys both snapped their heads over at Jace to silently tell him to keep his mouth shut. Both being mothers and both wanting to know the reason why [Name] was here. But if the lilac eyed man kept getting interrupted, then he wouldn’t get to the point.

“Please, nephew, let me finish my sentence,” [Name] gritted his teeth, his patience running thin, “I came here looking for answers about my son’s death. They are pinning Jaehaerys’ death and Rhaegar’s on your shoulders. So did you or did you not give the order to murder our sons?”

He directed his question to his half-sister.

“Sons?” Her voice faltered and she took a step forward, “Rhaegar was killed as well?” Rhaenrya looked behind [Name] and saw a visibly concerned Helaena with Daenerys and Viserys by her. But no Rhaegar.

[Name] sadly nodded, his throat constricted closing the airways painfully. He cleared it away and said, “He died trying to protect his cousin. They slammed him up against the wall and strangled him. My boy didn’t stand a chance against a ratcatcher.”

“I-I,” Rhaenyra’s eyes watered up, “I did not give the order, this was done without my knowledge by my husband.”

Immediately a scoff left his lips and [Name] looked over at the water. He muttered with a disdainful look on his face, “Of course he did, I’m sure he did it to get revenge for you. Aegon is looking to do the same, but I am not. I blame my mother and her cunt of a guard, Cole.”

“What happened?” Rhaenys asked, trying to get the whole story. They received word that Jaehaerys was killed, but no mention of Rhaegar. Now [Name] put the blame on his own mother and her sworn protector, Criston Cole.

“I went out to fly Balerion in the night while Helaena and Jeyne entertained the children in their rooms. One ratcatcher and a man of the Night’s Watch came in claiming ‘A son for a son’. They cut Jaehaerys’ head off while another strangled Rhaegar. This happened because the knights were relieved from their watch on the order from their Lord Commander. While the boys were on their way to their deaths, Jeyne and Helaena took the remaining kids out of the room looking for help. But there was none. So Helaena went into our mother’s room.”

He took a deep breath in and balled up his hands, he looked back at Rhaenyra and finished off his explanation, “My son died because my mother wanted to get a good fuck in before she turned in her bed.”

Rhaenyra couldn’t believe it, but at the same time she did. Alicent always posed as this woman of faith. Cole posed as a man worthy of the white cloak, ordering people here and there like he was above them. But they were scum, trash beneath her feet. They disgusted her.

“We are very sorry to hear about this, [Name],” Rhaenys spoke for the emotional Rhaenyra, “We would never order something like this, we want to avoid fighting as much as we can. We tried reaching out to your mother-”

[Name] rubbed his chin and pulled his sword out, it didn’t ignite into flames, but it unnerved the three members of the Targaryen family. Their dragons, mainly Syrax and Meleys, roared at the action. In turn Balerion puffed out his chest and let out a louder roar than those two dragons combined.

The sand hit his back and [Name] took a knee, surrendering his valyrian sword over to Rhaenyra. With his head bowed, [Name] spoke, “I don’t care what happens to my brother or mother. I only care about my remaining family. As a father it’s my responsibility to choose them. So here I am, pledging myself and my dragon to your cause. If you’ll have us, Queen Rhaenyra, I will put an end to the Hightower-Targaryens. I will answer your call and go to battle with Balerion. You do not have a need for an army anymore when you have us.”

The three Targaryens looked at each other very shocked to see a Green kneel before them. Pledging his support to Rhaenyra, she couldn’t believe the rider of the Black Dread was doing this. The Blacks have always been afraid of the green monstrosity Aemond rode even more so of Balerion.

Yet the rider, [Name] Targaryen, had different views in this war.

“I accept you and your family, brother.” Rhaenyra walked up to [Name], her dress fluttering in the light breeze. She could hear the small protest Jace let out of his mouth, but Rhaenyra knew [Name].

He was the only brother she didn’t feel threatened by. He always stated that he was happy father named her his heir, saying that he never wanted the crown and its burdens. Plus she saw the love for Helaena in his lilac eyes. He would never bring her harm.

Rhaenyra kneeled down and picked up his head with her hands. The tears running down his face cemented the fact that [Name] needed her to accept him and his family. His hands dropped his sword and he hugged Rhaenyra tightly, holding onto her like a son does to his mother when looking for comfort.

“She didn’t apologize to us,” [Name] growled out, “She had my son killed and she defended Cole instead of admitting to her faults.”

Rhaenyra accepted his hug and said, “I don’t know why she did that.” His words carried in her stomach heavily, he truly did blame the death of Rhaegar on Alicent. It almost felt like he hated his mother. Rhaenyra pulled away from him and wiped his tears away with a frown on her face.

“You would fight for me? Kill your brothers if the situation calls for it?”

[Name]’s eyes hardened and he didn’t falter in saying, “I pledged my help Rhaenyra, I will answer any call and support the Blacks in the battles to come. I will support you.”

Rhaenyra’s frown curved upward into a gracious smile, “Let’s get you and your family settled in some rooms. You can send Balerion and Dreamfyre to hunt after we land in Dragonstone. Then we can talk about your place in the council.”

“My place in the council?” [Name] asked and picked up his sword from the sand and followed after her to stand proudly. He sheathed Hellfire back into its holster and watched Rhaenyra.

His sister nodded her head and said, “There’s a lot of old men on my council. They say they support me, but disagree with me on almost everything. They want to spill blood, but we don’t have capable dragons to do so.”

[Name] agreed with her words, “Yes, that is true. Father always said your dragon was more of a spoiled mother than a warrior. Meaning no offense to you or Syrax.” He chuckled seeing the expression on Rhaenyra’s face.

“Yes, well the ones capable of fighting are Meleys and Caraxes, but we need them for Vhagar or even Balerion.” She looked over at the Black Dread and his red eyes pierced her bright ones. “Now that you’re here, we could do a lot of defending our supporters and their homes. I will pair you with Rhaenys, you two could pose to be a formidable duo. One with speed and the other power.”

“Well we do pose a huge threat to Aegon’s claim to the throne, sister,” [Name] looked back at his wife and remembered something important.

“But I will not allow Helaena to fly Dreamfyre. Both of them will remain in Dragonstone, safe from any battle.”

Rhaenyra understood his demand, but she had to know why. “Any particular reason why she cannot fly her dragon to battle?”

“Have you ever seen Helaena hurt a creature, crawling or walking?” [Name] shot back feeling defensive for his wife.

“Well no, I heard she likes to keep bugs and take care of them.” Rhaenyra responded with a small laugh.

[Name] smiled back, “That she does, sadly we had to leave the ones she had in King’s Landing behind. My point is she cannot give the command to burn people, sister. Please don’t make her do it.” He begged.

“Of course not,” Rhaenyra reassured him, “She will remain here with your children.”

“There’s something else I would like to ask of you,” [Name] stopped Rhaenyra and looked back at Balerion. “I don’t know if you noticed, but Rhaegar…he’s with us too. We would like him to be honored here at Dragonstone in Targaryen tradition.”

“We shall set it all up for you, will Balerion be the one to ignite the pyre?”

“No,” He stretched his hand out and Daenerys immediately ran over to her father. As his little one ran towards him, Rhaenyra spotted the two dragons; one perched on her shoulder and the other clinging to her hip. “Daenerys has bonded to two dragons, Moonlight and Nightmare; Rhaegar’s dragon. She will command them and we shall see if Nightmare truly bonded with her or just smells Rhaegar on her.”

“An interesting child, you have,” Rhaenyra commented lightly.

And [Name] would have it no other way.

……

The Targaryen family stood behind the Hightower family respectfully watching Balerion with weary eyes along with their council members and guards. If [Name] wanted to he could turn his attention on them and have his beast burn them in black fire.

But Rhaenyra reminded them of his oath to support her. After all, [Name] came to Dragonstone to honor his son and protect his remaining family.

Daenerys stood at the side of the pyre holding back her tears. She watched Rhaegar being tackled by the ratcatcher, heard his last words then the clang of his dagger when it fell from his hand. She was going to miss his stupid jokes and his protective nature. She held her hands out, Moonlight perched into her right hand and Nightmare on her left hand.

They looked at her as if they waited for her command. “Brother,” Dany spoke quietly, no one could hear her over the crashing waves below the cliff, “In our next life, I hope we live long enough to rule the skies together.”

A moment passed then she gave out the infamous command, “Dracarys.” The two dragons looked away from her and aimed their snouts at the pyre. Slowly they opened up their mouths and breathed out a stream of orange fire. The twigs caught on fire first before the chain reaction began.

The funeral rite went slow and [Name] walked up to Daenerys, letting go of Helaena’s hand. He pulled his daughter away from the small fire, so he could finish it off with Balerion’s black fire. He gave a subtle nod to everyone surrounding Rhaegar’s body and immediately they all backed up.

“My love,” He spoke to Helaena and handed Daenerys’ hand over to hers. Helaena hugged a crying Dany who could no longer hold her tears. Then he walked a bit forward away from his mourning family, holding the pommel of his sword tightly.

“Balerion!” He shouted over the waves.

The black dragon shook his whole body responding to his rider’s call. The ground beneath his clawed talons broke under the pressure of his weight.

“Dracarys!”

Balerion puffed out his chest, his wings spread out and his neck peered over the pyre in a grim image to the rest of the people. His large mouth opened up and all they saw was a dark pit, the fire blending in the dark of his mouth. With a resounding screech, Balerion breathed his black fire onto Rhaegar’s body.

[Name] watched on in silence, hearing his wife and daughter cry out in anguish. They couldn’t express their sorrow the night of. But here, they let the water flow out of their eyes like a river. The crackling of the fire, the waves below and their cries felt unreal to him as he lost himself in his thoughts.

If he ever sees Criston Cole on the battlefield, he’ll snatch him from the ground. He’ll bring the oathbreaker into the skies, above the clouds and let him fall to his death. He wanted to instill fear into Cole. He wanted to burn Cole, he wanted to behead him. There were so many ways to kill a man.

The black smoke reached the skies and he turned away from the pyre. He outstretched his arms and embraced his girls. Daenerys clung to his leg while Helaena wrapped her arms around his neck.

Aegon may have gotten to the ratcatcher first, but Cole was his. This he will make sure of.

#x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #helaena x reader #helaena x male reader #helaena the dreamer #hotd spoilers #hotd season 2 #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd x male reader

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waffledforbreakfast · 1 month

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Kiss Kiss - [MUTI! BLLK X F!READER]

Staring: Rin, Shidou, Sae, Niko, Kaiser, Ness, Otoya, Karasu, Reo

[ BLLK Scenario Masterlist ]

TW: heavy ooc (I MEAN HEAVY. forgive me, it gets a bit better later chapts i swear), bad grammar, bad spelling, bad formatting, etc.

Their reaction to a kiss on the cheek

>Rin

Rin is NOT used to physical affection

His eyes widen and he just STARES with the tiniest bit of blush

“I-... what was that for…”

He needs to process what just happened (bro is shocketh)

Once he does, he'll pull you in for a hug and ask for another one while avoiding eye contact

>Shidou

Bro's jaw DROPS

Shidou squeals in excitement, blushing and everything

then he tackles you immediately after

Literally won't let you go till you give him another one. And another… you get the point

>Sae

Does that thing when the blink a lot trying to process

Looks at you, then down at himself, then back at you

Will grab you by your shoulders “I want you to bare my children” A/N: I'm just kidding lol

He looks so embarrassed, and just stares at you, trying to be mad “What was that for… do it again.”

>Niko

This man is a blushing stuttering MESS

He will bury his face in his hands/arms, but we all know he's smiling ;)

“I-Wha.. w-wait… why-huh??”

Will whisper ask for another :3

>Kaiser

The initial shock lasts for around 2 seconds because he pulls you in by the chin grinning

“Wow Meine Liebe, didn't know you were so bold~”

Total ego boost

“Pussy. Go for the lips next time.”

Then he’ll do it himself

“Hm. did you use chapstick? Tastes good”

>Ness

His entire face is so shocked/flustered

“I-ahdifuauhweilufgaf;iesuddffba”

Silently screaming and mentally rolling on the floor

Completely forgets you're still there watching him

Stutters so much, can't get any words out

Will rant to Kaiser about it later

“Then guess what- they KISSED me >////<. They kissed ME- AESJBWJSJBSHAJ”

>Otoya

Otoya was not that surprised (I mean, what do you expect ;v;)

“Oh~? I bet I could do better-” wink wink

He'll unintentionally stay up thinking about it tho (I'm delusional guys)

“That wasn’t anything special… I mean, i’ve kissed better girls… right?? AHHHH WHY WAS THAT MY BEST KISS AUGHHH” he threw his pillow across the room

Then proceed to sleep with the pillow imagining it was you, while telling himself he wasn’t

>Karasu

Takes a few seconds to process

“... So, that's how that feels huh?... I like it”

Will try to play it off cool, but man's blushing

He can’t stop thinking of you, even Otoya notices

“Hey bro, you alright? You’ve been spacing out a lot…”

“Yea I’m fine, Otoya…nothing special” Karasu would try to shug it off

“Hmm. Are you in love?” Otoya teased

“What-NO?” He tried to play it off, he couldn’t…

The white haired boy would just laugh “Cmon, I’ve been there, being in love and all that… I get what you’re going through! If you even need any rizz tips, hit me up”

Karasu scoffed “Please, like you know how to treat a girl well,I would never do anything like that to them…”

“SO YOU DO LIKE SOMEONE!”

>Reo

The biggest look of suprise on his face, takes him a few seconds to process

Takes out a handful of $100 bills and slams it into your chest while trying to cover up his face without saying anything

Will be so distracted the rest of the day, even Nagi notices

“Nagi, I'm being normal right? So normal. This is normal. EVERYTHING IS NORMAL.”

“Reo, it's 11pm. They kissed you hours ago, you are not normal.”

“If I asked them for another one, do you think they'll be okay with it??”

“Go to sleep, Reo.”

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wareagleofthemountain · 3 months

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Here’s a compilation of all my behind the scenes HCs that I imagine Thranduil and his queen shared in their domestic lives

Being that they often stayed up late working on paperwork, battle strategies, and other royal duties, Thranduil and his wife had a mental cookbook of DIY recipes. This came from the countless times they’ve whipped up a last minute dish made from leftovers at 2 AM. Including desserts and, as a law, they feed each other a spoonful of whipped cream whenever one of them takes the container out.

Thranduil’s wife loves to tease him for having a “Doriath accent” whenever he speaks in Elvish. Which he of course passes on to Legolas. Sometimes, when he’s pronounced a word particularly heavy in his Doriath inflection, she’ll chuckle and repeat it back to him just as he said it so he can’t deny his accent as he always does. But, for all her teasing, she thinks his speech is adorable.

Thranduil has a slightly lopsided smirk due to the burn scars on the right side of his face. Even with his masking spell, the right half of his lip droops down when he smiles.

Thranduil’s wife always takes care when approaching him on his blind side, touching his shoulder and gently brushing her body against his side to make him known of her presence before she speaks lest she startle him.

Thranduil wears low cut v-necks at his wife’s request. She loved to brush her fingers over his collarbone whenever she passed him as a sign of affection so he made it a point to keep that area accessible to her.

No personal space for the queen. Although she had her own throne, Thranduil much preferred to hold her in his lap with his chin atop her head during meetings.

Every night before bed and every morning before breakfast, Thranduil rests his head in his wife’s lap and holds her free hand as the other works healing salve into his scars. She’s the only one, besides his healers when he’d first been burned, that he allows himself to drop his protective shield around. He was fearful at first that she may be put off by what she saw, but she only loved that part of him fiercely and shamelessly.

Thranduil’s elk and the queen are very close. He often follows her around whenever she goes for a walk, and he’ll still try to follow her even when Thranduil is trying to ride him in a different direction. The king will have to tug on his reigns and put in a good deal of effort to get his mount on a different path.

The white gems were a just because gift for his wife, as Thranduil was so thankful to be married to her that he often surprised her with gifts.

When meetings become long and dull without any important topics being discussed, Thranduil and his wife will entertain themselves by passing a paper back and forth. The rest assume that they are just taking notes, but really they’re drawing. Someone starts on the picture and they pass it around, adding on to it until the meeting is over. The end result is always interesting and Thranduil has a locked drawer in his office where he keeps them.

The queen and baby Legolas often drop by the king’s throne room and bring him flowers they’ve picked while out on a walk.

The night Thranduil was crowned king, before his official ceremony, his wife and son crowned him in their bedchamber after everyone had finished getting dressed. They didn’t have a silken red carpet so the queen rolled out a long red bath towel. They didn’t have a royal scepter so toddler Legolas fetched a branch he’d brought inside. But they did have the crown, so Thranduil took a knee before his wife and she said, “by the power vested in me by Prince Legolas Greenleaf of the woodland realm, I name you king Thranduil Oropherion. Leader, protector, and defender of our land.” She placed the crown atop his head, Legolas tapped his shoulders with the stick, and Thranduil tackle hugged them both. He’d never felt more like a king than in that moment, and he always considered this his true right to rule.

The king and queen dislike being apart longer than absolutely necessary, and never tire of each other’s company. The queen considers their marriage as having an eternal sleepover with her best friend. Which is accurate as I think they have been close since childhood.

They made a game of hiding one of Legolas’s stuffed toys in various places around the palace. Once it’s found, it’s the other’s turn to hide it.

They can’t sleep unless they’re cuddling.

Whenever someone new moves into their kingdom, Thranduil and his wife make them a welcome gift basket filled with local plants and foods, as well as a few household staples.

The couple are good friends with Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian. However, the Queen and Celebrian are on another level. They’re practically sisters and declare a “no boys allowed” hang out session whenever they visit. They just wanna drink wine, try on dresses, and plot to take over the world (but you didn’t hear that from me).

When they were pregnant, the ladies took turns hosting vacation weekends at their estates.

Thranduil gets rather possessive of his wife when around human men, keeping his arm wrapped around her at all times and glaring if someone stares at her a moment too long. It’s not that he doesn’t trust her, it’s just that he knows human males aren’t as well mannered as elven men. Plus they tend to stare more and he hates that. Same for dwarves.

They rarely ever argue as the couple has always made it a point in their relationship to be open with one another. There is truly nothing that can’t be discussed between them.

The first time the queen saw how terrifying and brutal Thranduil could be in a battle, she was actually quite scared and it took him a few days to ease her back into feeling comfortable around him.

Whenever they go out for a ride in winter, Thranduil always seats her on the saddle in front of him and hides her in his cloak with her back pressed against his warm chest.

He’s definitely the type to shamelessly check out his wife from atop his throne as she walks by. They also playfully flirt with one another whenever they can.

Thranduil loves to nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck from behind, his arms wrapped around her waist.

Sad, but the Queen’s body had been so brutalized by orcs that there was not enough of it to bring back for a proper burial, so Thranduil ordered the statue be built in place of a grave. On his worst nights, when he’s absolutely sure no one is around and fails to drink himself to sleep, he’ll curl up on the forest floor at the foot of the statue for some sort of comfort in order to close his eyes. He also sometimes pays it a visit just to plant more flowers and tell it about his day or how much Legolas has grown. Obviously he knows it’s an inanimate object, but he misses her so much.

He and the Queen have an inside joke involving Elros. Thranduil had hired the guard himself without the presence of his wife, so it wasn’t until the next day that Elros encountered the Queen while standing watch at Thranduil’s side during a public audience. The Queen was never one for formality so she was easily mistaken by him as a commoner due to her simple attire. When she’d attempted to step out onto the stage beside her husband as he spoke, Elros drew his blade and told her that she was standing too close to the king. Now, sometimes when she’s standing near Thranduil, she’ll take a few steps back and say “wouldn’t want to stand too close to his Majesty” with a wink. It makes Thranduil grin in amusement and Elros blush terribly.

Thranduil is constantly holding his wife’s hand.

During holidays, the queen sees to decorating the palace herself and always comes up with at least one fun craft for her and Thranduil to try each season.

#thranduil’s wife #thranduil #thranduil x reader #thranduil x thranduil’s wife #Legolas #the hobbit #queen of mirkwood #legolas’s mother

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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Our Last Summer (modern!HOTD)

part 10 of 10 || series masterlist || previous part

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

summary: The day of the King's Landing annual regatta is upon us! You and the gang go camping and summer officially comes to an end. But what about you and Aemond?

word count: 5.4k

rating: Mature/Explicit/18+

warnings below the cut!

warnings: language, explicit p in v, fingering, praise, nipple play, oral (fem receiving), spanking, kissing, angst, fluff, crying

note: and there were have it! the ending of my summer series. I hope you all enjoy, and thank you THANK YOU for all the support and love! I couldn't have done it without you all ❤️

dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

as always, comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated but not expected ❤️

The week goes by, and no matter how tightly you try to hold onto them, the days slip through your fingers like sand—swimming with Baela, visiting with Sara and Cregan at work, and causing mischief with Aegon and Helaena. Helping Luke, visiting Rhaenyra and little Visenya at Dragonstone, shopping downtown with Floris, and spending hours curled up with Aemond at the end of each day.

It’s not enough.

You’re with Aemond now in the living room of the Targaryen-Hightower home the night before the regatta watching a movie. Well, you suppose you were watching a movie a little while ago, but then Aemond put his hand on your thigh and one thing led to another. The movie is still playing but you’re straddling Aemond’s waist, arms wrapped around his neck, his hands pressed on your lower back molding you to him as he kisses the life out of you.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been making out, you’ve just been enjoying the uninterrupted time alone. The feeling of his hands caressing you, squeezing you closer. His talented mouth molded against yours, tongue slipping into your mouth as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss.

Your phone vibrates, breaking the spell, and Aemond grabs it for you. It’s Sara calling, her picture filling the entirety of the screen. You’d taken it earlier in the week; she’s resting her cheek on her hand leaning across the bar at the Wolf Den. Leaning back you decline the call before tossing it onto the couch.

Aemond’s hands slide down to your waist, cupping your ass as you grind against him, capturing his lips in another heated kiss. Your phone continues to buzz on the couch, but the two of you ignore it this time, too wrapped up in each other to care. One of Aemond’s hands trails up your back before resting on the back of your neck, fingers flexing slightly against the sides of your throat.

A shiver ripples down your spine and you tighten your arms around his neck. Sara must have ceased her attempts to reach you, as your phone has gone silent. From somewhere upstairs a door opens, followed by the soft pitter-patter of footsteps.

“AHEM!” Helaena’s voice calls from the top of the stairs. You pull away from Aemond’s mouth--an incredibly hard feat. “I am coming down the stairs! If there are any body parts out that a sister shouldn’t be seen I advise them to be put away!”

You push against Aemond’s chest as he brings his lips to caress the skin of your jaw down to your neck, just below your ear. You wiggle against his grip, his hands digging into the meat of your ass trying to keep you on his lap. It’s no use, you can’t get off unless he lets you.

“Aemond-”

“No,” he growls, nipping your earlobe, “You’re staying right here.”

“Helaena will scream.”

“It’s not like my cock’s inside you,” he teases, smirking as your eyes widen, “Unless-”

“Not now,” you hiss, cheeks heating up at the thought.

“Later then?” he says cheekily.

You don’t answer, just roll your eyes at him as Helaena’s footsteps come down the stairs. Her eyes are squeezed shut, a slight grimace on her face.

“Are you decent?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Mostly,” Aemond answers, and she opens her eyes.

“Sara called,” she says, holding her phone out, “Mandatory gathering. End-of-summer tradition.”

“We don’t have end-of-summer traditions,” Aemond argues.

“We’re making one then,” Helaena insists.

“What are we doing?” you ask.

Helaena moves further into the living room, plopping down on a comfy-looking leather chair.

“Camping on the beach,” she tells you, “Cregan and Sara will be there, Egg, Luke, Jace, Bae, and Rae. It’ll be nice. Boost Luke’s morale before the regatta.”

“You’re down for this?” you ask Aemond, and he shrugs.

“I suppose.”

“You don’t seem like a roughing-it sort of guy,” you tease, fingers running through his hair.

Aemond brings his hand down across your left asscheek, harshly spanking you. You let out a surprised squeal as he massages the tender skin through your shorts. It stings but sends a delicious wave of want directly to your center. Helaena frowns.

“On that note, I am going to vomit,” she says, dramatically sighing as she gets up, “Be there tonight! And bring your own tent! I am not sharing with you two.”

Helaena retreats up the stairs and you shake your head at Aemond.

“You’re impossible,” you tell him, and then he kisses you once more, and any thoughts of reprimanding him slip from your mind.

“I know how to build a fucking fire-” Aegon grumbles, fiddling with the logs you’d collected for the firepit.

You’d all spent the evening setting up the tents and collecting firewood. Needless to say, you were all significantly hungry and waiting anxiously for the fire to start so you could roast some hotdogs and marshmallows. A summer feast.

“You’re doing it wrong-” Helaena tells him, for the fifth time.

“Fucking drench the bitch!” Aegon says, grabbing the bottle of lighter fluid from Helaena, and squeezing a thick stream of liquid onto the logs.

“You’re gonna blow us up---” Helaena cautions as Aegon lights several lit matches before tossing them into the fire pit. The logs and paper burst into flames instantly, flames licking upwards sending sparks flying into the night sky.

“Dracarys!!” Aegon yells, maniacally laughing, and ignoring Helaena’s scolding.

A wave of heat rushes over you as the fire continues to blaze. You lean back against Aemond, shielding your face from the heat before the fire calms. Baela reaches into her backpack, tossing you a package of marshmallows.

“Can’t camp without s’mores,” she says.

“Or beer,” Aegon counters, before drumming on the cooler he brought.

“Can someone open these?” Sara asks, struggling with the package of hotdogs.

Luke helps her, though he’s been quiet all evening. Jace told you earlier when helping with your tent that he’s been really nervous the past couple of days. He sits now across the fire from you, his knee bouncing uncontrollably.

As you begin to roast marshmallows, Rhaena speaks up. “Let’s play a game,” she says, turning her hotdog on the fire.

“What game?” Aegon asks.

“Never have I ever?”

“Fucking ace.”

“I’ll start!” Baela says, a mischievous grin on her face, “First to five loses. Never have I ever been arrested.”

Aegon scowls at her as he assembles his s’more, putting one of his fingers down. “Never have I ever….shit this is hard.”

You all laugh and the game continues. Aegon inevitably loses first which sends all of you into fits of hysterical laughter. You all stay around the campfire just talking, and sharing stories. It’s nice and makes you feel warm with love for everyone there. You lean against Aemond, feeling his arm tighten around you. You feel like you could stay like this forever. You wish you could.

You don’t retire to your tent until the fire is nothing more than a pile of embers, sending tendrils of gray smoke curling toward the sky. Aegon didn’t bring a tent, insisting he wanted to sleep under the stars. But you noticed he didn’t protest when Sara offered to share hers. Cregan had raised an eyebrow at that but said nothing.

You could hear giggling from everyone’s tents, low whispers, and rustling sleeping bags. The small noises were rather comforting, knowing everyone was around you and happy. Aemond entered your tent, zipping it shut behind him, leaving no screen exposed except the roof so you could look up at the stars.

You still haven’t talked with him.

Aemond lays next to you on top of the sleeping bags, reaching an arm out and pulling you flush against him. Without thinking, your mouths find each other in the darkness, and suddenly you’re kissing him trying to quell the intense ache of need deep inside of you. You wonder if you’ll always feel like this for him. Just needy. It’s never enough with Aemond. You always crave more.

Aemond rolls onto his back, pulling you on top of him. The tent is small but big enough that your head doesn’t press against the screen of the ceiling. His hands wander down your sides, before creeping up under your t-shirt, thumbs caressing the hardened peaks of your nipples. He pinches them, lightly tugging until you gasp against his mouth.

“Shhh,” he says, kissing you, “You gotta be quiet baby, someone will hear.” As he says it, he lets one hand slip lower, under the waistband of your shorts, “Fuck you’re soaked already.”

“I can’t help it,” you whisper into his mouth, earning a soft groan from him, “What did you say about being quiet?”

Aemond chuckles at your teasing, rubbing slow circles around your clit with his thumb, fingers teasing your entrance. You grind your hips down, trying to help him get the hint. As he kisses you once more, you can feel his smirk and know he’s playing with you.

“You want me to beg?” you ask breathlessly, the stimulation on your clit making your head buzz.

“Maybe,” Aemond teases, “I like when you beg.”

“If I start, they’ll hear me all the way at Dragonstone,” you tell him, feeling your cheeks burn with the admission.

Aemond is pleased with that response it seems, as he sinks two lengthy digits inside you, crooking them upwards against your spongy walls. You bite your lip, trying to hold in a whimper. Successfully, it comes out as a quiet whine. Aemond curls his fingers, finding the rough patch inside you that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“You….you are way too good at that…” you tell him, suppressing another moan as you shudder on top of him.

Your eyes have adjusted to the low light, and you can make out the features of his face in the starlight. A slash of a smile appears on his handsome face.

“Oh really?” he says in a low, throaty voice, “What else am I good at?”

You swirl your hips on his fingers, desperately riding them as pleasure moves a path up your spine and fire pools in your lower belly.

“Fishing for compliments?” you tease as he lets a third finger stretch you out, “Oh fuck…”

“Shhhh…fuck you’re so tight,” Aemond murmurs, as you clench around his fingers, “Need to feel this perfect pussy wrapped around my cock baby.”

You can hear the wet sounds his fingers make sliding in and out of your soaked pussy, and feel the slickness on your inner thighs.

“Yeah, you wanna cum baby?” he murmurs, kissing you softly, “I’ll make you cum pretty girl, that’s it, …that’s good isn’t it?”

“Fuck it feels so good,” you whimper against his mouth, “Fuck Aemond, make me cum please.”

Your release tightens in your belly as he applies just the right amount of pressure on your clit to send you tumbling over the edge. Your pussy constricts his fingers in a vice and Aemond brings his free hand to your waist, flipping you onto your back as your orgasm begins to peak.

His fingers are still inside of you as he brings his hand to press on your lower stomach and you slam your hand over your mouth to keep from screaming. Aemond’s fingers never relent, and he grins down at your desperation to keep quiet. Your muffled cry is still audible and you desperately hope everyone else is asleep or otherwise occupied to notice.

Slowly, Aemond removes his fingers, seating himself between your legs and dragging your shorts and underwear the rest of the way off. You wiggle your hips to help him and he tosses the pile of clothing to the opposite end of the tent. You can feel his hot breath on your center before his tongue flattens against you, dragging a slow, tortuous path up your dripping slit.

“Is this another talent of mine?” he asks, kissing your sensitive clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking.

Your hips lurch, your back arching off the ground, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as his tongue caresses your bud.

“No?” he teases, pulling away, “If you don’t like it I can stop-”

“Yes!” you whisper, “Yes it’s so good, please, please don’t stop--” His mouth is back on you in an instant, tongue lapping at your folds before pressing inside of you. God, it feels so good having his tongue inside of you. The warm, wet muscle works wonders as he hums in appreciation of your praise.

His hands squeeze your hips, nose bumping against your clit as he eats you out. Your fingers grip his hair holding on for dear life, nails digging into his scalp. You can hear the sounds of him slurping and moaning as he devours you, his large hands moving under your thighs, pressing them backward so your knees touch your chest.

“Fucking hell,” you whimper, as your legs begin to tremble with the approach of your second release, and Aemond presses his face into you harder.

You worry for a moment how he can possibly breathe, though that doesn’t seem to be a present concern in his mind as he buries his face in your pussy. Aemond eats you out like it’s the only thing he wants to do for the rest of his life. He moves his face upwards, the cleft of his nose resting perfectly against your clit; it rubs incessantly at the sensitive button and a cry breaks through your lips as you’re thrown into your release. Warmth blooms through your abdomen and down your legs and Aemond squeezes the soft flesh of your thighs tightly as they shake.

“Gods oh--fuck,” you whimper as he greedily laps at the new wave of wetness that coats your inner thighs. His tongue works its way slowly, leaving no part of you untouched by the talented muscle.

Aemond places a kiss on your thighs as he releases his hold, and you release a shuddery breath. He chuckles, gently nibbling the tender skin of your inner thighs, before making his way back up towards your mouth. His hands brush the hem of your t-shirt, moving it so he can kiss a path up your stomach. You help him with his task, grabbing the edge and pulling it off, tossing it in the corner with the other forgotten garments.

Completely bared before him, he sits on his haunches looking at you. Aemond brings one hand to your waist, dragging his fingers along your curves.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, and you reach for him, pulling him into a kiss.

Your hands tear at his clothes, removing his shirt and pants between exchanges of greedy kisses until he’s resting on top of you, thick length splitting you open and resting deep inside of you. You brush some hair from his forehead, letting your fingers run down the length of his scar. Aemond breathes deeply, not yet moving, just staring longingly into your eyes before he turns, pressing a kiss to the tips of your fingers.

The sweet action takes your breath away, and Aemond rolls his hips gently, dragging his cock nearly all the way out of you before pushing back in. It’s intimate, it’s lovemaking. Just smooth, slow strokes, unhurried and passionate.

Aemond buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing where your throat meets your shoulder. You hold him impossibly close, nails clawing at his back, legs wrapped around his slender waist. Neither of you speaks, there are no words to express the emotions between you at this moment. You know he feels it too, you can feel it in the way he’s making love to you.

“You close?” Aemond murmurs, letting his hand snake between your bodies to rub at your clit.

“Yes,” you breathe, and he moves to kiss you once more before he returns his attention to your neck.

“Fuck,” he breathes, trembling on top of you, “You’re so--fucking perfect.”

You can feel your third orgasm cresting, and suddenly you’re clenching around his thick cock, spurring him toward his own release. Aemond shudders as you cum, a breathy whimper leaving him as you feel his cock twitch inside of you followed by a bloom of warmth deep within you.

He rests on top of you for a moment more, and you hug him tightly against you. As he unsheathes himself from your warmth he kisses your lips, cradling your face in his hands.

Your time is running out. Time with him is slipping through your fingers like sand. Aemond lays beside you on top of his sleeping bag. You turn on your side to face him. Well, here goes nothing.

“Hey,” you begin, and Aemond turns on his side.

“Hey,” he echoes, bringing a hand to brush some hair out of your face.

His hand lingers, fingers tracing a path behind your ear and down your neck. He has to stop doing that, you can’t think when he’s doing that.

“I think we need to talk-”

“Yeah,” Aemond agrees, fingers continuing their journey across your shoulder and down your arm, “We do.”

The tent suddenly feels even smaller, the sexual tension between you heavy along with the conversation that needs to be had. Aemond’s hand meets yours and laces his fingers through your much smaller ones.

“I mean….I…” you begin, struggling to find the words.

Aemond is silent, watching you. His thumb smoothes circles on the back of your hand. You meet his eye.

Oh god.

You can’t do it.

Not yet.

“Aemond…”

“After the regatta,” he says softly, a knowing look in his eye, “We’ll talk. Is that okay?”

A rush of relief rolled through you, and your anxiety calmed for one more night. One more night. Then you’ll face it. You can’t speak, your throat is tight with emotion. You nod, fighting back tears. Aemond releases your hand, bringing it to cup your cheek.

“Hey,” he says softly, wiping a tear that escaped. Dammit.

You sniffle, the dam inside of you breaking in the safety of the dark. Warm tears roll down your cheeks and Aemond catches each one, wiping them away. He brings his hands to cup your cheeks, angling your face upwards. You feel the warmth of his lips press against your cheeks as he begins to kiss away the tears that won’t stop coming. It’s gentle, it’s sweet…… it's loving.

“I don’t want to go,” you whisper, and Aemond pulls you into an embrace.

Aemond is silent for a moment, you can hear the steady drumming of his heart with your ear pressed against his chest. He strokes your hair, holding you close.

“I don’t want you to go,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

You stay like that for the rest of the night, not moving from each other’s embrace.

You’re surprised to see the crowd that’s formed for the King’s Landing Regatta. Hundreds of people fill the stands. All of the boats are lined out in the harbor, waiting for the race to begin. You can spot Seasmoke out in the distance, Jace and Luke already on board.

“Shit,” Rhaena says, as you’ve just found your seats. Aemond stands beside you, looking out over the crowd. Aegon waves from the distance, nudging Helaena beside him.

“What?” you ask, watching Rhaena.

“Luke just called,” she tells you. She frowns at her phone.

“Hey!” Baela says, joining with Sara at her side, “Cregan’s grabbing popcorn.”

“Grab me a churro will you?” Rhaena asks, and you nod as she dashes off to call Luke.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell your friends, and Aemond nods, “You want anything?”

“I’m good,” he tells you, squeezing your hand before you take off into the crowd.

The concession stands are easy enough to find, you bump into Floris on the way. She quickly fills you in on some recent drama between Ellyn and Eddie Karstark before heading to her seat. You grab Rhaena’s churro and begin to head back to your friends as it's announced that the race will begin soon.

You hear your name called and turn, meeting the brown eyes of Will Tyrell. He’s clad in boat shoes, an airy blue shirt, and shorts, walking toward you. A golden rose pin rests right over his heart; you’d seen others wearing them in support of him as well.

“Hey Will,” you greet him, “Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”

“Yeah, I am. Got a dingy ready to take me out,” he assures, “I just saw you and wanted to say something before the race.”

“Okay…”

“I’m so sorry, for Hugh and all that bullshit,” he says, an apologetic look on his face, “Seriously, that was not okay for him to do. Or say. Any of it. And I’m just sorry that whole thing happened.”

You smile slightly, “I appreciate that Will.”

“I hope you won’t leave here thinking I’m an asshole,” he says, laughing slightly. You can tell he’s actually nervous; that he truly hopes you don’t think he’s a jerk.

“I wouldn’t think that,” you tell him earnestly. Will himself has been nothing but lovely and understanding the whole summer, “We had fun together.”

“I agree,” he says, “Maybe I’ll see you around next summer?”

“Yeah,” you begin, “I’m…I mean anything is possible.”

“You and Aemond seem really good,” he tells you, “You’re good together.”

“Thanks,” you tell him, ignoring the pain in your chest, “Are you feeling confident about today?”

“Oh yeah,” he says, nodding and pursing his lips, “We got it in the bag.”

“I don’t know,” you tease, “Luke’s been working his ass off.”

“Still betting against me?”

“Always,” you joke, “But, I mean, good luck I guess.”

“You honor me,” he says, placing a hand on his chest, “I’ve got to run. But if I don’t see you again before you leave, have a great semester. Senior year, right?”

The end of an era.

“Yup.”

“Me too,” he says sighing, “Flew by.”

“Sure did,” you agree.

“Bigger things ahead,” he says, squeezing your shoulder, “Good to see you.”

“You too, Will,” you say, “Have a great semester.”

You watch him leave, before heading back to your seats in the stands. You spot Aemond, taller than those around him. He meets your eyes, smiling slightly. You return his smile, thinking of Will’s words. You’re good together.

“You okay?” Aemond asks, wrapping his arm around your waist as you return.

“Yeah,” you assure him, “I’m good.”

“He’s ready,” Rhaena says, joining you in the stands. You hand her the churro which she accepts gratefully. “You’re the best. Seriously. I need to take you to school with me.”

“Um no,” Baela argues, “She’s my emotional support best friend, not yours.”

“We’re twins,” Rhaena argues, “We can share.”

“We’ve got to get you on a rotating schedule,” Helaena chimes in from the bleachers behind you.

“Exactly, that makes the most sense,” Sara agrees.

“If you visit me, you can be my DD,” Aegon tells you, “Tell everyone how I nobly defended you. And be my partner in pong. You’ve got a wicked curveball.”

“How does one have a curve ball in beer pong?” Sara asks, smirking slightly. Aegon begins to explain as you glance at Aemond.

He’s got a stoic expression on his face, as though he’s thinking about something. You can see his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheeks, and his shoulders are tense. Just then, the air horn blasts through the crowd, and everyone erupts into cheers as the race begins.

You watch the boats begin to move, cutting through the water like knives. It’s hard to tell who’s in the lead; they’re all so close and moving like an armada toward the buoy. Everyone is screaming and cheering, you included. Your heart pounds against your chest, and blood rushes in your ears at the adrenaline of the crowd.

He’s doing it, he’s doing good. You can see Seasmoke creeping up between two other sailboats. Luke and Jace are in the lead with a few other boats; a very strong start. If he keeps this up, he can pull through to first place. You know he can. He’s been working so hard, you’ve all worked so hard. It’s all led up to this moment.

“161.25 kilometers,” Aemond says suddenly, as Luke veers Seasmoke around the buoy. The first lap is done, he just has to make it back and he’s done it.

Your frown, glancing at him sideways. The crowd roars around you, Helaena’s excited screaming nearly drowning out Aemond’s voice. Rhaena is jumping up and down, her churro long forgotten. You can even see Floris out of the corner of your eye, standing next to her sisters clapping.

“What?” you ask, “Is that how far---”

“161.25 kilometers,” Aemond says again, turning to face you, “That’s how far it is from Honeyholt to Citadel University.”

You stop clapping, looking up at him. It appears he couldn’t wait until after the regatta to talk. It’s all happening right now.

“Yeah,” you answer, taking a deep breath, “I know it's far--”

“That’s 100.2 miles,” Aemond interrupts, “100.2 miles between you and me.”

“I know, I’ve been meaning to talk to you--”

“That’s nothing.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“Distance. It doesn’t mean anything…if you’re willing to try,” he says, nerves making his hands tremble until he clenches them into fists, “If you’re willing to try because you love someone.”

Your expression softens, a look of utter adoration appearing on your face. Love. He said love someone. Not someone.

You.

“I understand…if you don’t want to,” Aemond says quickly, “If this is just a summer thing--”

You quickly reach up, hand finding the back of his neck, tugging him toward your lips. You kiss him sweetly, the passion behind it sending fire licking down your spine. You pull away, opening your eyes. Aemond’s seeing eye remains closed as though he doesn’t want to break the spell, his lips still puckered; begging to be kissed some more.

An air horn blares and the crowd roars around you. Streamers and confetti fly through the air, Helaena is jumping up and down with her arms wrapped tightly around Baela. But you’re only looking at Aemond. His eye flutters open, and he gazes at you in awe.

“It’s not a summer thing,” you assure him, “It never was--” And he’s kissing you again, wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting your feet off of the ground holding you against him.

You laugh against his mouth, as he brings one hand to rest against your face, cradling your jaw. He pulls away, just momentarily, a grin breaking out across his face.

“I…um…there’s something I--”

“I’m falling in love with you too,” you tell him, “I am, I am falling in love with you. I am in love with you.”

Aemond just stares, looking at you in wonder as though he’s not sure you’re real.

“I’m so in love with you,” he admits, and butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“You are?”

“I am,” he tells you, stroking your face.

“He won! He won!” Sara screams, and Aegon grabs her by the waist, spinning her around in a hug.

“He fucking did it!” Baela yells, “Go, Luke, go!!”

You turn back to the race, and spot Luke and Jace in the distance dancing around on Seasmoke. Your jaw drops and you turn to Aemond.

“He did it!” you tell him, “And we missed it!”

“Who cares,” Aemond says, kissing you once more.

And for once you have no snarky comeback. You couldn’t agree more.

2 Months Later

“So this is absolutely crunch time,” Baela tells you, her eyes wide, “This is the most important decision in our lives.”

You’re lying in bed across from her in your shared room in your on-campus apartment. It’s past midnight, and you've been trying to fall asleep for about an hour now.

“Baela--”

“I’m as serious as a heart attack,” she says, sitting up in bed, the glow of her laptop illuminating her face, “Do we start Halloweekend tomorrow or Friday?”

“Don’t you have a midterm Friday?”

“That is beside the point!”

You drop your phone on your chest, turning your head to her.

“This is our last Halloweekend as college students. The last Halloweekend ever,” she says dramatically, “I can wing the midterm.”

“It’s your funeral,” you tell her, “Do we even have outfits?”

“We can think on our feet,” she says, closing her laptop and hopping off her bed, “I need a snack, do you want anything?”

“I want to go to sleep,” you tell her, as your phone begins to buzz.

“Yeah right,” she says with a sneer, seeing who’s calling you, “Like you’d go to sleep without your nightly bedtime ritual.”

“Shut up,” you tell her, cheeks heating up, and a silly grin appearing on your face.

“I love you, no I love you more, no I love youuuu more,” Baela mimics, leaving the room making kissing noises.

“We don’t sound like that!” you insist as you answer Aemond’s call, “Hey stranger.”

“Hey angel,” he says, in a tired voice, “Sorry it's so late, I got distracted in the library and lost track of time.”

“Hmmm nerd,” you tease, “It’s okay, Baela’s been keeping me up anyway.”

“What for?”

“Costume planning. We might end up going out tomorrow.”

“Of course,” Aemond says with a chuckle.

“What have you been up to?”

“Studying mainly for this philosophy midterm. This class is extremely interesting but the material is dense. It’s taking a while to review,” he admits.

“You’re a very dedicated student, I’m sure you’ll do amazing,” you assure him.

“Oh I plan to,” he admits, an air of confidence in his voice, “I just like to be best at everything I do.”

“Something I am well aware of,” you tell him, chewing on your lower lip.

He pauses, not speaking for a moment and you can practically feel him smirking through the phone. Your heart quickens its pace as he chuckles.

“I miss you,” he says softly.

“You’ll see me Friday,” you tease, but you miss him as well. It’s been working out rather smoothly so far. And you’ve made plans in advance to return to King’s Landing for winter break as well.

“Counting the hours,” Aemond says, “I’ll let you go to sleep, love, I just wanted to check in.”

“Okay,” you tell him, “Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you,” he says, “Sleep well.”

Baela enters the room as you hang up, a bowl of popcorn in her hands. She rolls her eyes as you plug in your phone, falling back against your pillow with a satisfied sigh.

“Can we get me a partner now?” Baela says, climbing back onto her bed, “I’d like to be mushy gushy with someone too.”

“Halloweekend goal: get Baela a boo,” you tell her and she laughs in response.

“Get Baela Boo’ed,” she says snickering as she munches on some popcorn, “I love it.”

Your phone buzzes one last time with a goodnight text from Helaena. She’s a bit of an insomniac, so this is rather early for her. You smile at the message. Helaena visited a few weekends ago. You’d missed her so much since the summer, especially since she left early for RA training.

You lock your phone, placing it next to you as you prepare to go to sleep. So far, senior year is everything you’d hoped it would be. With everyone you hoped would be there. You reach for your phone once more, just to look at your lock screen one more time.

It’s a picture you’d taken after Luke won the regatta. He’s in front, holding his trophy with Jace’s help, a large grin on both of their faces. Baela and Rhaena stand behind them, Rhaena smiling brightly and Baela mid-laugh. Then there’s Aegon next to Sara, their faces squished together. And Helaena of course, with an all-knowing smirk on her face, and a stoic Cregan beside her with his arms crossed over his chest.

You and Aemond are in the center of it all; his hand around your waist as you smile into the camera. Aemond’s gaze is on you, a half smile on his face. Confetti rains all around you and the sun lights the picture in a way that traps the feeling of summer on your screen. Already you feel yourself wanting to return, the grief of summer ending still fresh in your heart.

All the people you love most, in the place you love most.

You can’t wait to see them all again.

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princessbrunette · 6 months

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omg I love kitty!reader sm!!! she’s a lil weirdo just like me!! she’s probably v into witchy stuff and learning about the occult and magic! and jj is always letting her talk his ear off about whatever you’re hyper fixating on at the moment. I can totally see her randomly asking him super seriously if he’d ever taste her blood because she read in some spell book that it would bind them together forever and he’s just looking at her like “Do we wanna go to a graveyard to really seal the deal orrrr” because let’s be honest, that fact that you’re into strange stuff like him turns him on sooooo much it’s kinda funny

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thinking about kitty!reader talking jj into making blood vial necklaces for eachother <3

it turns him on how devoted you are to him to wanna do something like that, so he agrees without much thought. only the next day you’re showing up at his place with a whole kit, little needles and syringes with empty vials tied to ribbons that you’d purchased all for this marvellous event. you’re giddy, and he’s increasingly nervous.

“and— and it’s even better ‘cos tonight’s a full moon.” you beam at him as you clean his arm, preparing to take some of his blood.

“okay so… am i like, gonna turn into a werewolf or somethin’?” he teases making you giggle.

you take his blood, pulling it into the syringe and he’s a total baby about it, yelping and wincing, rambling in order to keep himself cool. “y’know i watched this movie once about this crazy scientist who steals this guys blood and he like — he makes evil clones of him. i lowkey feel like you could do somethin’ like that, y’know. like — an army of evil boyfriends— i dunno—”

“jayj stop moving!”

“my bad.”

it comes the time to take your blood and he pretends he’s not feeling a little squeamish at this point, letting you lay against him as he slowly pulls the syringe up, filling it with dark red blood. you were never good at this kind of thing, getting weak and lightheaded, eyes fluttering as you drop more weight onto him. he blinks, craning his head to look at you.

“uh, hello— yoohoo— kittycat… this was your idea, rise and shine.” you smile weakly at the slight panic in his voice.

“m’just resting. feel a little weak.”

“okay, that’s normal right? yeah that’s — that’s like regular. this is a super normal thing to do.”

when he’s done he makes kissy noises, the same you would to a kitten to attract its attention and you open your eyes, sitting up and stretching your back a little. “mm, thanks jayj.”

“uh, yeah.”

you chat as he watches you pour the blood into the vials, so casually that he can’t help but feel in awe of you.

“now you have a piece of me forever.” you grin, canines glistening in the dim lamp light.

“y’know some couples just get matching tattoos but uh— this works too.”

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#anon #kitty!reader #jj maybank prompt #is this too niche #tw blood

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lovdlydaz · 8 months

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DEVIL BY THE WINDOW.

incubus!beomgyu x black!afab!reader

“dream on, dream on, good night.”

warnings: smut, p in v but reader can’t get pregnant cuz demon, creampie, fingering, oral (f! receiving) sweet talk, dirty talk, degradation, praise, pain kink, pet names, overstimulation, edging (hardcore edging), a lot of sex js enjoy

a/n: here is pt.1 and pt.2 if you want to check those out. but if not, please enjoy this chapter and thank you again for the endless amounts of support for the other two chapters. love you guys to bits! 💋💋

for all of yesterday, you had felt somewhat serene during your work hours and classes. you had nightly classes while your work was in the morning, so it worked out pretty nicely. the day had gone by extremely fast however, way too fast for your liking. you were enjoying the day, and it was so much better now that your problem was taken care of.

or, was it?

because yet again, at around 2:45 am you woke up to the same uncomfortable and throbbing pain everywhere. however, this time you were able to immediately figure out the pain, and hurried to the bathroom to take care of yourself. you had remembered what soobin told you, and that was you couldn’t get yourself off without a demon’s help, so you just let your panties fall to the floor as you softly stimulate your needy clit.

you let out a loud moan at the feeling of your sensitive clit being touched so sudden, making your body jerk into itself because of it. you continued the stimulation however, since it felt so good and you couldn’t stop it at all. you just felt amazing, yet it was t enough. you knew you couldn’t cum on your own, but just the mere fact that you could touch yourself and feel pleasure was enough to make you keep going.

yeonjun had his little mirror out again, watching your figure jerking and your pretty little head throwing back in pleasure. his cock throbbed and ached in his palm, forcing a soft whine to escape his throat due to how good you felt. your pleasure was increasing and so was his, but he knew he couldn’t cum until one of the boys went up to earth to help you out.

so, not caring to pocket his cock he walked out of his room, going to beomgyu’s room and just standing there, no clothes on. “hey ‘gyu, would you mind going to y/n today? the spell’s getting worse, and this boner cannot last for longer than 5 minutes before i go insane,” he shyly asked, however he was still just letting his meat just hang around like it was nobody’s business. beomgyu looked up, then down, then back up and smirked. “sure yeonjun-hyung, but please go back into your room before you make me get eye cancer,” he joked, yeonjun giggling before waddling back to his room.

it was now 3:33 am, and you had been on the bed just letting the stimulation roll all throughout your veins. you moaned and moaned, more tears rolling down your cheeks from you getting so close then having it stop due to the stupid spell. when you saw yeonjun you were going to milk him the fuck dry, that was for sure. he would have to experience what you felt, however he already did, and was at that moment. you were just hoping one of the demons would come through the window, just any demon, you wouldn’t care. soobin had you feeling like a whore, you couldn’t care less who came through that door. as long as you got the sweet release you so desperately craved for.

it had been another minute or so before you heard it—three raps at your window. you perked your head up and opened the window, allowing the demon to come inside. you wondered who it was this time—however your answer was quickly solved. the incubus stood in front of your window, dark red hair covering his pale red skin. he was a lot lighter than yeonjun; a lot bigger than him too. this demon was lanky but you could see the veins and muscles he had on his body, yeonjun barely had that. you could also see through the copious amounts of layered hair he had, his eyes were a shining blue instead of darkening red. that’s what confused you, but it only made him look prettier to you.

you didn’t even bother covering up this time, you were sure this was another one of yeonjun’s little buddies. and, you weren’t wrong at all, because the demon gave you a courteous bow before staring back at you, pushing his hair back and revealing his baby blue eyes that very much had a glow to them. “hello y/n, my name is choi beomgyu. how do i know your name? yeonjun told me many stories about you. since he can’t be here to help, and soobin can’t either, i’ll be here. are you okay with that?” he asked, not moving in his spot and smiling at you. you nodded at him, which made him smile more but he didn’t move from his spot.

he was the prettiest yet, him and yeonjun competing for first. to be frank, all of the incubi you had met so far were very very handsome hellspawn. he just had that aura around him that gave off sweet playboy vibes, which you really liked. you were throbbing harder now, your arousal hitting the incubus like a truck and making his shorts build a 2-story house in them, if you know what i mean. his blue eyes then turned red, a dark glow emitting from them as his skin turned darker as well. this came as a shock to you, since you had never seen any of the other demons turn darker or their eyes change color because of the arousal they got from you.

beomgyu noticed your shock and chuckled softly, looking down at your naked form. “oh sweet darling, i can tell that you’re shocked. yeonjun and soobin never did this huh?” you shook your head and he chuckled some more. “well, i am a different type of incubus. i appear human when i don’t get any sort of aroused energy from my host, but once i do i turn into well… what soobin and yeonjun look like. neat isn’t it?” he giggled, which only made you react with your legs closing and the soft sound of something squishy was heard as you closed them.

he licked his lips at that, walking closer to you before putting one knee on the bed. he stared into your eyes, trying to search for that approval he needed before he went any further. just a small whimper from you was all he needed before he climbed onto the bed, pinning your body down as he put his hand against his chest. just like that, his clothes were gone. he was rocking a good 9.5 inches with 7.8 girth, he was thick. you had to gulp for a second since he looked so big, so much bigger than soobin. soobin had been the only cock you had taken in a while, so you didn’t know if beomgyu was big enough to fit.

beomgyu looked down at you and noticed your scared expression, putting a hand up to your cheek and pressing his lip out at you. “awh darling,” he cooed, “don’t worry. it’ll fit, trust me,” he spoke matter-of-factly, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before going down, putting his face between your thighs and starting to lick and lap at your clit. you gasped out in pleasure, rolling your hips onto his face and he was instantly pussy-drunk. funny thing about beomgyu was that he was a switch, so he tended to have bottom tendencies when he was supposed to be topping.

you whimpered as he sucked down on your nub, letting his tongue run all over your labia and a little into your hole. he was so good at eating you out, it felt like heaven. that coil was about to snap before he pulled away suddenly, making yeonjun—who was currently fisting the fuck out of his cock—grown with displeasure. you whined desperately, you had already edged yourself enough, this was torture. “ ‘gyu please, already been edged enough,” you sweetly begged, but the plea fell on deaf ears. he was a demon after all, what did you expect? he wasn’t going to have mercy on you.

so, as you tried to complain some more his fingers were shoved deep up into you, and you were already stretched and wet from soobin, so they slid inside easily. he sucked in air and bit his lip, chuckling as he looked down at you. “so stretched just for me darling? what a good girl…” he groaned, pumping his digits in and out of your weeping cunt. you cried out and grabbed onto his arm that was keeping him up on the bed, moaning out in pleasure because of how good it felt to have your g-spot grazed by some thick fingers.

he moved his fingers deeper and deeper inside you, his fingers were so long and it felt so good. you were so close, he was teasing the hell out of you and you did not need that right now. you were clenching his fingers so tightly, he couldn’t help but to bite his lip at it. you were so cute, mewing out in pleasure because of how good he was treating you. he was absolutely loving your reactions, he knew how much you were tortured sexually, but he wanted to torture you even more.

so, moving his fingers out of you you cried out in frustration, tears rolling down your cheeks because you weren’t allowed to cum. the only reason beomgyu was doing this because he knew yeonjun could feel it, and he wanted to torture him by torturing you. he was a hardcore sadist, worse than soobin. he loved watching his partners in pain, but he always made sure it was consensual before anything happened. so your pain was unwanted but you consented to it, and he was going to make sure that your orgasm was going to be amazing.

yeonjun’s cock was throbbing so hard in his palm, small tears welling up in his eyes, and his tears were black since yk, he was a demon. so he threw his head back, groaning in frustration as you cried out to beomgyu. “beom please! p—please! please make me cum— i need it!” you pleaded, but he obviously wasn’t listening. all he was focusing on the way your pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing, god he wanted to fill you up. his cock was pounding right now, pulsating against his stomach because of how hot you were right now. your eyes were blown with lust, sweaty and completely naked, your curves pressing against the sheets as a thin layer of sweat covered your skin.

you were so pretty like this, so desperate for him and he had all the control over your right now. he could leave right now and leave you so needy, so desperate to cum that it would mess with your daily life. he had every piece of control right now, and it fueled his ego to godly amounts. he put a large hand under your chin, forcing you to stare up at him with those pretty e/c eyes of yours. “now, what if i don’t let you cum at all tonight? what would you do then princess? would you be mad? or would you take it like a good girl and let me use you without you feeling pleasure at all?” he sneered, making your cunt throb more as he spoke. all these scenarios were so good to you, but you wanted to cum.

“i’ll take it! i’ll be good! i promise ‘gyu!” you cried out, making him lick his lips and smirk. “that’s my good girl, you deserve to cum. c’mon princess, cum on my cock,” he panted, now pressing his cock against your hole and making your body kneel into itself. you gasped out, moaning loudly as he shoved his whole length inside you, making your eyes roll back and legs shake. he held onto your thighs, flipping you over and forcing you into doggy position. he grabbed a fistful of hair, forcing your head back as he started to pound you at a fast pace. you were already plenty stretched from soobin, and he had prepped you before, so you would be alright.

you mewled and whined, feeling that coil come back even faster this time. you tightened around him, making him pant and gasp as he moved at an inhumane pace. you couldn’t breathe, he was knocking the breath out of you with every thrust. he was going as rough as soobin did, but that was all you needed to cream all around his cock, moaning loudly and rolling your eyes back. your moans were so loud they bounced off the walls, you already had gotten complaints from last night but you could care less. you were happy to get your orgasm, you couldn’t care if the neighbors wanted to kick you out because your moans were better than theirs.

beomgyu fucked you through your orgasm, biting his lip and kissing your neck. “that’s it, that’s my good girl. keep creaming around me, that’s it,” he coaxed you, encouraged you to keep cumming around him. good thing this spell made you more sensitive than you could’ve ever thought.

yeonjun covered his hand in thick creamy cum, rope after rope coming out from your intense orgasm. he moaned loudly, not caring if his roommates heard him enjoying himself. they were demons of lust however, it wasn’t out of the norm to hear moaning coming from their rooms, or multiple moans from different people coming from their room. now the incubus was being overstimulated from you being overstimulated, even after he pulled his hand away from his cock. it throbbed and stayed rock hard, making him whine and whimper as the overstimulation was too much. he was still sensitive from yesterday, moaning loudly because beomgyu knew what he was doing.

you moaned as he continued inside you, reaching your hand down to touch your clit before he slapped it away. “who said you could touch yourself slut? only i can touch you, not you,” he growled, reaching his hand down and slapping your soaked cunt. you whimpered at the harsh contact, it felt too good and you could already feel another coil build up inside you. he could tell by the way you tightened around him again, trying to chase that orgasm that you desperately craved. “awh, pretty baby wants to cum again? too bad.” he said darkly, pulling out and flipping you over again. now you were laying on your back, cunt spasming as you looked up at him.

“i want to make sure you know how to act when terry comes around, because when terry comes to fuck you, he’s not going to hold you back. if you think that i’m being too rough, you’re going to pass out after the first round with him. so, sweetheart, you better take everything i’m giving you, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl. right?” he grasped your neck, softly gripping before making it a little tighter. you nodded your head, gasping for air and your hands immediately shooting up to peel his hand off your neck. “words princess. i can’t hear nods.” he growled, making you moan softly. “y—yes ‘gyu, yes i’ll take it,” you whined out, making him grin and pull his hand away from you.

“that’s my good girl. now let me eat you from behind, wanna taste your cum.” he commanded, you immediately doing the action and getting on all fours, just like he wanted. he licked his lips and went to your folds, pulling them apart and seeing how your pussy was soaked with your cum. he felt himself start to drool as he pushed his tongue out of his mouth, licking a long strip from your hole to your clit. your legs shook as he did so, making him have to hold your legs tighter to keep them from closing. “keep your legs still for me baby, you can do it,” he growled, making you whine as he continued to lick your pussy.

after a minute he pushed his tongue inside your hole, making it long enough to lick against your g-spot. a desperate moan left your lips as he continued, moving a hand up to circle your swollen clit. you came right then and there, covering his tongue in your fluids and him drinking it all up.

once you were finished he pulled his tongue out, pressing his cock against your hole again. “you’ve been such a good girl baby, ready to give me one more before i go?” he asked, almost begging sort of. he was addicted to your taste, absolutely pussy drunk off you that his dominant tendencies were starting to dwindle away. you could care less, you just wanted his cock deep inside your womb. “yea, imma give you s’more, please jus’ fuck me,” you whined, and he didn’t even think twice before shoving himself deep inside your cunt and fucking you senseless.

your boobs bounced and your body shook with each thrust, you could feel him in your guts but that felt like heaven to you. you couldn’t think straight, this was way too much for you. you felt so slutty but you didn’t care at all, all you wanted was for him to keep pounding you and for him to cum inside you. “ ‘m so close baby, cum around me, m-make me cum,” he moaned, putting you into a lazy matting press as his head dipped into the crease of your neck. he left a small hickey there, making you moan as your orgasm came again.

“c—cummin! cummin ‘gyu!” you cried out, squeezing his cock as hard as you could to feel that orgasm roll through your veins. he moaned as he buried himself deep inside you, pumping you full of his steaming hot cum. it took him a while to stop cumming, and once he did he pulled out of you, his cock and your cunt covered in cum. cum leaked out of your hole and you looked so fucked out, so pretty, just for him. he wanted to kiss you but he knew he couldn’t, the friends had all made a vow not to kiss you until yeonjun was able to come and kiss you. until then, they would leave their marks on you, but not directly kiss you.

he put his hand against his chest and his clothes reappeared, his cock softening in his baggy jeans. he looked down at you, putting a hand against your cheek and kissing your cheek, leaving a small heart shape on your cheek that looked very cute on your dark skin. you giggled giddily, making his heart warm. “i have to leave now y/n, sleep well.” he said softly, pulling away from you and opening the window. you were passed out by now, barely able to keep your eyes open to watch him leave. he went through the window and was gone in a flash, nothing but the soft wind of the night heard in your room.

back in hell he walked through the door, this time yeonjun was in the kitchen. when he heard the door open he ran towards beomgyu, giving him playful yet meaningful punches, pouting as he did so. beomgyu laughed and grabbed his hands, holding them in his larger hands. “why so mad, yeonjun-hyung?” he asked innocently, knowing damn well what he did. “why did you edge her for so long?! you know that i couldn’t cum until she came, so what the fuck?” he pouted harder, beomgyu just smiled down at him. “well, maybe it was because i knew you couldn’t cum until she did, maybe that’s why,” he snickered demonically, making yeonjun punch him harder this time.

“ouch!” “you asshole! she was edging herself for an hour beforehand, i needed to cum and you made it worse! thank hades you gave her more orgasms, or you would be sleeping outside or next to our neighbor. you got that?!” he exclaimed, making the taller flinch a little. “alright, alright! i get it, jeez. can’t have any fun around here…” he mumbled, still holding his arm from where he was hit. “now, come eat dinner, it’s your favorite.” yeonjun yelled out to him, the other three already eating at the table and beomgyu’s frown immediately turned upside down. “thanks hyung!”

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You drive me crazy.

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: Bucky fucking you.

Warning(s): Basically porn without plot, unprotected sex, p in v, fluff. MINORS please DNI.

Word count: 570 words

A/N: Wrote on my phone, probably grammar & spelling errors 🥹

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You were fucked.

He began rocking slowly, cock was so deep in your pulsating cunt. Of fucking course he was taking his time fucking you and you weren’t complaining. At all. Both were so greedy for each other and that’s how exactly where you ended up; underneath your super soldier boyfriend, squirming helplessly.

Your Bucky was hovering over you, his flesh hand was on the left side of your head and his metal ones was on your waist. You just love how his beefy body resting on top of you. He kissed you, hard, that it made you losing your mind while his cock thrusting slowly into your hungry pussy.

“Come on, baby, that’s it”, he growled in your ear, “Take my fucking cock like a good girl you are”, you were soaked. So soaked that it made it so easy for his cock to slide into you. Grinding into you.

“Yes, yes mhm Bucky, so good!” You moaned, the sound of your moan only spurring him more. He loves the sound you make for him and him only. It drives him crazy every single time.

“Look at you, so beautiful taking my cock”, pushing his cock into you with one powerful thrust and slowly pulling out.

“Baby”, he growled. Thrust. Pull out.

“Ahhh so good”

Thrust. Pull out. Again.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy, you know that, sweetheart”

Thrust. “Fuck!”

“Bucky, baby, please, please don’t stop, fuc- don’t s-stop, it’s so good, I’m close, lemme cum lemme-“, you can’t even form a sentence as he kept on thrusting into you, hard, slowly speeding up his pace.

You were squirming under him, toes curling. It was so damn good, it takes you higher and higher and higher and-

He stopped. Stilling. His cock, so deep in you.

You were seeing stars, “Bucky”, you whined. “It’s too much please, please move, I wanna cum, please”, you begged. You were shaking. He won’t move. Your cunt was clenching around him. Sucking him back in.

“You feel that, baby, do you know how crazy you make me feel, huh? You feel that?”, he grunted, feeling his cum leaking from his tip. Then a few second after, he was pounding into you so fast. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum-“, you gasped as you felt him snaking his hand lower and lower and his thumb playing with your clit, taking you higher.

“Yes, yes please please”, you let out a silent scream as his cock rutting against you. Your nails scratched his back as your juices soaked his cock, your orgasm approaching. And that, you reached at your peak and you whimpered as you came so hard around his cock, milking his throbbing hard cock. Bucky moaned as he pushed his cock as deep as he could, stilling and he shot a ropes of cum deep in you, emptying himself.

You were both panting, staring lovingly at each other with wide smiles. “That was, wow”, you said, still trying to catch your breath after an incredible sex you had with your boyfriend.

“Yeah, sweetheart, wow, amazing”, giving a peck on your lips. “We should do this often”, you hissed as he pulled out his semi-hard cock.

He laid beside you and pulling you to his body, chest-to-chest, snuggling into you, giving you kisses on your skin that he can reach. “I love you, baby”, he said in between kisses.

“I love you, more, Bucky”

#bucky barnes #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #marvel #sebastian stan #buckybarnes x reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky x reader

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paris9 · 14 days

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Random Neuman Headcanons

These are just a few random headcanon’s that I just can’t stop thinking about for Victoria Neuman. Typing this while I’m drinking so please excuse my spelling

ALL SFW——-✧

-She Definitely prefers White wine over Red wine! (I can’t give you a reason.. just a hunch)

- A extreme Workaholic (stays way passed her Work hours just so she can finish up some random pieces of Paperwork.)

- Victoria takes her Laptop everywhere with her because that woman is always working on something.

-HATES fish ( actually cannon in Gen V) because in the Red River she ate fish sticks with this weird pink sauce so often that she got sick of it.

-LOVES all different types of foods because she really didn’t get to try many different things as a child. She definitely would be down to trying different restaurants and Bakeries.

-Victoria tries so hard to watch what she eats (going on diets and things along those lines because she has to maintain her appearance for the public) but does have cheat days anytime she can.

-Tolerates animals only if they aren’t in her house. Victoria likes keeping her environment clean and controlled and she doesn’t feel like she can do that with animal hair everywhere AND she doesn’t have time for an animal.

-i think she would be able to tell what someone’s blood type is just by looking at them and studying their veins.

- She absolutely loves those cheesy romcom movies and has a collection of them on Blue ray and DVD because they give her a sense of escape from her extremely busy life.

-Her daughter’s protection comes before anything else, even her work.

-this lady definitely has her own ‘bar’ at home just because sometimes she wants to let loose without cameras in her face.

#victoria neuman #the boys #claudia doumit #victoria neuman headcanons #mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy?#gen v

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sailorblossoms-rankane · 29 days

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Much holds Ranma and Akane back from confessing (even if on some level They Know) but I like how the cheerleading arc spells things out in a way Ranma is somewhat "comfortable" with (making it a challenge and concealing Akane's identity as knowing it's her makes him Combust).

It all starts with Akane's team losing a volleyball match because of the opposing team's cheerleader (Akane's been through considerably worse so I doubt that would have knocked her out, but I like that Ranma will not let her get hurt in any way shape or form on his watch).

Losing like this makes Akane cry out of frustration. Ranma doesn’t know how to comfort her (too many feelings) but seeing Akane’s feelings being hurt is something he can’t let slide. He only knows how to deal with things as fights/challenges... so he turns this into one

The cheerleader "falls for Kuno" (she's too desperate for romance lol) and so she challenges Ranma for him. Ranma doesn't have a single fuck to give until he clocks her as the girl who made Akane cry. this frames their match as one about love (L-O-V-E, if you will)

The cheerleader is doing it all for Kuno, but Ranma is always doing it for Akane. She's the only reason he takes the challenge, but he keeps this to himself, so on the surface, it seems like both "are fighting over Kuno" (sidenote: what the fuck is Kuno’s problem lmfaooo)

Establishing that "to cheer is to love (the one you're cheering for)" but putting Kuno in the middle makes Ranma have zero chance of winning, until Akane figures out it's about her. that a match about love has Ranma fighting for Akane's sake is an obvious declaration of his love

Just like how Ranma can't let Akane's feelings being hurt slide, Akane can't watch Ranma struggle/about to lose without trying to do anything to help him. her joining a match about love is also an obvious declaration of her love. Ranma fights for her sake, Akane has his back

On the surface, giving Ranma an unknown figure he can pretend to love is safe precisely because "there are no feelings attached." But it could be said that making that figure Akane, and having them fight together, makes it a celebration of their love... without the pressure of acknowledging it as such.

To cheer is to love, and while Ranma doesn't get this (refuses to perhaps) it's repetitively stated that you can't fake this stuff. He's correct that they are evenly matched, but unbeknownst to him, it is only because that guy is Akane. It's the only reason they win!

Sidenote: Kuno has given Ranma trouble so it’s notable that when Akane’s identity is separated from her roles as love interest/"normal" girl meant to contrast with the circus, she gets a bit of shine/praise usually reserved for male challengers. Kuno is fighting pissed and for real.

Nothing outside of Ranma’s real fights with other guys are “consistent” or taken seriously so I wouldn’t either. We’re told Akane is slow but she moved so fast here she fucking teleported with a new fit. (Not a manga for the power scaling hoes, I’ll tell you that much)

(If the plot needs it Akane will get it done. If it wants a Romantic Rescue, she won’t) (Note how the tone is different when Ranma fights as a girl. The challenges are deranged, exploratory, and very unserious – I mean, even more than usual. If it's a True Shonen Fight being a girl is a handicap. It is what it is)

“Ranma fights for her sake, Akane has his back,” seems like traditional male/female roles, so it’s interesting to see a reversal. I’d say doing so is saying that Ranma and Akane are equals. They’ll also do/push whatever mold/obstacle needs to be pushed for the other.

These panels really spell out how this arc is meant to "celebrate their love" (without pressure/shaking the status quo plot-wise at that moment). It encapsulates something we see whenever shit hits the fan, potentiated in the final arc: Ranma and Akane make a great team (the Power of Love etc)

Even if Ranma doesn't know that's Akane yet, their usually dynamic is still there, making it feel more authentic

(should have probably been obvious this is Akane at this point lol)

Something that really stands out to me too is that a match explicitly about love has Ranma teaming up with Akane in girl form. Look at Akane's reaction to a girl Ranma embracing her and saying they're in love.

While Akane "sheds her skin" to fight "as a girl" in the final stages, they still do the "romantic rescue" with Ranma as a girl, and the romance of it all is acknowledged as such. Akane revealing her identity also gives weight that "to cheer is to love" for all present

They even do a repeat of the "Ranma throws an 'I love you' to win a match and the gag is he said it to the person he's actually in love with, proceeds to freak out" with girl Ranma for good measure (they do this with him as a boy in the Nabiki as a fianceé arc)

It's not the first time we see romantic tension between them when Ranma is a girl. When she thinks girl Ranma is going to kiss her "we're both girls" is tied with "people are watching (public judgment)" ... Akane Tendo I know what you are

Just look at these reactions. At her excited little face when she hears "Ranma confesses he loves her." She's not any less excited because Ranma is a girl when she hears the confession... it's saying that Akane accepts Ranma just as he is (I know what you are Akane Tendo!!)

Miss cheerleader accepts her defeat because she acknowledges that the teamwork she witnesses between Ranma and Akane as romantic love (and at no point questions that those two are girls. Cheers to that)

At this point, I think Ranma likely knows on some level that he’s in love with her (as opposed to just liking her/finding her cute) (the specific way he denies it being a giveaway too lol) He’s just not ready to admit it and for others to know it.

The vulnerability of others knowing he’s extremely down bad for Akane goes against the manly strength he’s been taught and he doesn’t know how to deal with all the emotions (thanks Genma I guess). And Akane awakens too much.

Also, the arranged marriage means pressure as it makes the stakes of admitting his feelings so much higher... the noisy classmates also add to it, as it means Ranma never has the privacy he needs to process his feelings for her. If he has none at home or a school, where would he?

#ranma saotome #rankane #ranma x akane #akane tendo #ranma 1/2 #ranma ½ #tendo akane

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miaukima · 11 months

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hollow kiss, bottle liquor ♡ denji

★ ft pussy drunk!denji x afab!reader. ❝ word count: 0.3k. ⌕ contains: unprotected p ➜ v sex, creampies, dirty talk, overstimulation, ending in the middle of sex. ⌦ a/n: MASSIVE drabble. this was supposed to go along with the aki one in a single post but idk. title from never felt so alone by labrinth. ⇄ & ♥︎ appreciated!

denji is always down to get dirty, eagerness in everything he does with you not exclusive behind closed doors. he matches your high libido face-to-face. his inexperience tends to shine through at times but it isn’t always the case.

it does when you’re milking his balls for all they’re worth, though.

“so good, it’s so good,” denji groans. he goes an octave higher when he’s like this, all pent-up and desperate for you like he does when he goes on missions without you. you’ve already made him come twice, but you love how he still wants more, how he keeps pounding at your slickness while he whimpers in your ear. “wanna come, baby, please. ’s so good, can i come inside again? pleaseplease.’’

you coo at him reassuringly, petting his hair and flexing your hips so they grind down to meet his thrusts. ‘‘of course, baby boy,’’ you moan, looking at where you’re both connected, pleasure slinging up your spine like you’re bungee-jumping. ‘‘fill me up, baby, make me yours.’’

denji does, as expected, and as the good boy you know he is for you.

he fills you up to the brim, drowning his moans into your neck. his hips keep moving as if under a spell, even though his body is well past overstimulation if the way it’s shaking is anything to go by.

‘‘so good, s’ so good—’’ denji is babbling wetly into your skin. his hands squeezes at the meat of your hips in order to stop them from trembling. ‘‘pussy’s so good it’s gonna make me come again, fuck!’’

you feel close yourself, what with the hours of pounding you’ve been taking. you already came once but with the constant pressure on your insides and denji’s breathy voice next to your ear is about to make you come again.

‘‘inside,’’ you whine back, the wet sound of your skin slapping against each other deafening to your own ears. the heat between your own legs is threatening to explode.‘‘want it inside, baby. oh—you’re making me come too, shit.’’

you clench down greedily around him as you come and denji fucks you through it, holding your body tight to his chest and holding onto your tits for dear life. you can’t see his face but it almost sounds like he’s drooling with how good it feels.

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yulin-pop · 2 years

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⤷ ✧ Malleus Draconia with a crush

Gender neutral

- order 67 | Headcanon | Malleus

⇥ Lilia Vanrouge • Ace Trappola ⇤

Oh where to even start

He’s practically glowing after the talks to you. He’s in love and he fell hard.

He has a vague idea of love. It’s just him being attached to someone without even realizing it. He’s very playful with the one he loves.

He’s a tease but doesn’t realize it. He slightly makes fun of you (affectionate). Malleus just laughs when you try to do it back. Silly human!

He’s aware he’s in love but not aware of how hard he fell. He thought that someone casted a spell on him at first but maybe not. He still has that suspicion.

He doesn’t react when you get affectionate like hugging or praising him. But in his head is like “Do I like this? Why do I like this?” If you kiss him, well you have a stunned dragon with the potential to accidentally do something dangerous.

He’s compelled to keep talking to you and his feelings just turn into a pile of mush that spell out L-O-V-E!!

Lilia can see right through him. Silver and Sebek notice something is off but they’re not sure. Lilia doesn’t even have to say it directly but drop little hints and Malleus is like “ahh shit…” Lilia promises to keep it a secret and when talking about you in conversation only refers to you as his human.

Malleus has noticeable seems happier. Usually he’s pretty straight forward but he’s teasing more than usually. It’s subtle, but enough to notice something’s up.

He stays up late thinking about you. He’s not thinking about anything in particular but he can’t understand why he likes being in your presence this much.

He thinks about bringing you to Briar Valley and showing you around since you have expressed some interest in that. He loves when you talk about being interested in the history of Briar Valley or gargoyles, stuff like that. Honestly he gets the urge to just hug you and never let go.

Oh when you gave him a ticket to VDC he held it up in the air then started rolling around in his bed from excitement. Probably accidentally ripped it but reversed time on it. He was so upset with himself in that very moment.

He would do anything for you, and he would let you do anything to him.

He would definitely get jealous of your friends. They get to spend so much time with you and do all sorts of things (We can hear the thunderstorm forming). But at least it’s easy to reassure him.

Okay but he’s very confident that he’ll eventually marry you. Might as well say he’s betrothed at this point.

Dragon boy without a need for affection is crazy.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #sorta half assed I’m sorry

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Pretty little liars (chapter 2)

(Felix Catton x fem Reader)

Summary: Felix Catton was the embodiment of everything you hated, yet you loved him like you never imagined one human being could love another. But as with all good things, you didn't know what you had until it was stolen from you.

This Chapter: You give into your feelings for Felix and Saltburn takes over your life.

Word count: +2400

Warning for the entire fic: 18+ for explicit content and language. Enemies to lovers vibes. Oral (fem & male receiving), p in v sex, fingering, ... Jealousy, voyeurism, secrets, toxic relationships, mentions of death. Oliver being his creepy little self.

ANGST/smut/fluff (do I ever write anything else? lol)

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Just a few weeks ago you had zero interest in Felix Catton.

Right now you wished you had a time machine so you could travel back to that last moment where he meant absolutely nothing to you.

How quickly your irritation had evolved into infatuation, to the point where he now walked around in your head as if he owned the place.

And it wasn’t just Felix who had taken over. Saltburn was in your head now too.

There was no turning back.

You walked through the grass of the estate barefoot that afternoon. You had skipped a few parties, forcing yourself to put some distance between yourself and this place, but it kept calling you back.

There was a quietness behind these walls you couldn’t find anywhere else. When you were here it was almost as if the rest of the world seized to exist and in this new world everything was perfect and shiny and beautiful all the time.

Saltburn offered you an escape, it allowed you to disappear and be someone else. Someone better than who you actually were.

And it allowed you to be where Felix was.

You found him by the water, sitting by himself, playing with the grass and smoking his cigarette.

It was useless to keep lying to yourself, there was not a single soul in here you wanted to be near. Except for him. You were under his spell, blinded by his light and drawn to it at the same time. Like a moth to a flame. You made your way over and without saying a single word sat down next to him on the grass.

He was barefoot, like you, only wearing shorts and a colorful shirt, one that matched your orange summer dress. He didn’t say anything but the corners of his mouth curled up into a barely noticeable smirk at seeing you here.

He took one long drag from his cigarette and then handed it to you.

Without even thinking you put your lips to it and breathed, ignoring the fact that you were a non smoker. You burst out in a coughing fit as soon as the smoke hit your lungs.

Felix laughed and gently slapped you on the back.“Don’t choke on it, new girl,” he teased.

You gave him back the cigarette. You weren’t even sure why you accepted it in the first place.

That was a lie. You knew exactly why. Because it was his, because it was a way to feel closer to him, because you would take whatever scraps he was willing to give you.

It was pathetic and you would never admit it to anyone, least of all to yourself.

“Stop calling me new girl,” you then teased him,”I’ve been coming here for over a month now, find something more original.”

“Okay, don’t choke on it, annoying girl,” he rolled his eyes at you.

You hadn’t meant to laugh but you couldn’t help yourself and when Felix joined you the tension broke almost instantly. You dared to turn your head to look at him. As soon as your eyes met the tension was back, but it was a different kind now.

“You came back,” Felix stated softly and you nodded.

“Felt like I didn’t have a choice.”

“Why is that?”

“This place seems to have some magnetic pull on me, I can’t seem to shake it no matter how hard I try.”

Felix stared into your eyes, lips curling up into a small grin again,”Just this place?”

You stared right back at him, allowing yourself to drown into those deep brown eyes while you shook your head.”No, not just the place,” you confessed,”You.”

Felix’s hand moved to the small of your back, eyes never leaving yours as he guided you forward and into his lap. It was so easy to just follow his lead, let his big hands mold you and place you exactly where he wanted you. Legs straddled on either side of him, his forehead resting gently against yours, a gesture too delicate for two people who didn’t like each other all that much.

Or was that just another lie you told yourself?

“Come here,” he whispered, cupping your cheek to pull you in and kiss you. Soft, slow, greedy. His thumb tracing your jaw and your neck in the process until you finally melted into him and kissed him back.

“Who are you, annoying girl?” he breathed into the kiss.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” you teased him.

Felix shut you up with another kiss.

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It would be a lie to say you didn’t want to fuck him after that. Of course you did. You were no longer immune to his charm or his affections towards you. But more than anything you just wanted to be his friend, be around him, share in his light and his warmth.

And Felix was generous with both, especially towards you.

You didn’t sleep with him at first, not even after he’d started taking you up to his room to escape the others and spend more time alone with you.

You’d watch movies, read books and laugh. And kiss. You could kiss him for hours and not do anything else, or need anything else.

The end credits of The talented Mr Ripley were playing on the tv screen in front of you. You and Felix were both leaning against the headboard of his king sized bed, the windows open to let in the soft summer breeze. Felix’s hand was resting casually on your knee while he was chatting about the movie.

“All I’m saying is sometimes people don’t have layers, sometimes…we are exactly what everyone thinks we are,” Felix stated.

“Do you really believe that? I think everyone has layers, even the people you wouldn’t expect it from. Especially the people you wouldn’t expect it from.”

He smiled down at you but shook his head.”People are simple.”

“People are complicated,” you disagreed,”You can’t just take one look at someone and read their entire personality.”

“But sometimes you can though.”

“But that’s just prejudice based on cliches.”

“And cliches exist because they are based on truth.”

You gave him a look but he didn’t budge.

“Alright, take me for example," he continued,"It didn’t take you that long to figure me out, did it?”

You shook your head with a smile,”Felix Catton, I still haven’t figured you out.”

He laughed,”But you have. You pegged me as a spoilt, ignorant, rich kid who gets everything handed to him on a silver platter, who goes through life like it’s a fucking breeze. And…I can’t even argue with it because I am exactly that.”

“But you are more than that, Felix.”

“Just because you want me to be doesn’t make it so. What if this is it? What if there are no layers?”

You covered his large hand with your small one and squeezed softly while shaking your head.

“So you’re a walking cliche, got it,” you teased and much to your relief it made him smile.

“What about me?” you then asked,”What cliche am I?”

He immediately shook his head,“Oh no, I'm not getting in trouble by answering that question."

“Come on, I won’t be offended,” you looked into his eyes,”Tell me who I am.”

“Okay,” he nodded and took a moment before he answered,”You’re the girl who tries very hard to be different from other girls while deep down you’re dying to be just like them.”

Your smile faded at his words and Felix shook his head,”See? I’m in trouble.”

“No, you're not,” you reassured him,”Tell me more.”

“You’re constantly torn between wanting to stand out or wanting to fit in, wanting to be seen and noticed or wanting to be invisible and not be perceived by anyone. Sometimes…it’s like you’re performing, because you think it’s what people want from you.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, taking his time to take you all in.”It's not what I want from you."

You stared at him.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, carefully.

"For you to not be afraid to show me...what's underneath."

"What if you don't like what's underneath?"

Felix gave you a soft smile,"I can’t see anything I won’t like about you, Y/N.”

You returned his smile but shook your head.

Oh, but you will.

You didn’t speak those words out loud but your heart was pounding so heavily you were sure he had to hear it as well.

But he just continued,“The truth is I can’t figure you out for the life of me. And it drives me fucking insane because I really, really want to.”

He moved over you on the bed, placing himself in between your legs, his face level with yours as he looked deep into your eyes. The mood in the entire room changed.

“There’s a darkness in you,” he spoke softly,”You hide it well but it’s there…I can feel it. And I...I can’t look away from it."

His thumb brushed your bottom lip, opening you up to him."I want to drown in it," he whispered,"And in you.”

His mouth devoured yours in a deep, hungry kiss.

This one was different from all the kisses you’d shared with him before, there was a possessiveness to it that shook you to the core.

You’d kissed him back with that same fire, pushing at his shirt to take it off, your hands caressing his back, his shoulders, his ass, any piece of him you could grab hold of.

Felix moaned into your mouth when you wrapped your legs around him, dragging him closer. His large hands moved over your stomach to push up your summer dress and help you lift it up over your head, leaving you almost completely bare for him.

Then he was kissing your neck, your nipples, your stomach and your thighs. Your underwear was pulled from you, replaced by his mouth and his tongue circling your clit and invading your walls until you soaked his bed, his name a desperate plea on your lips, begging for more.

And once again he was generous, giving you what you’d been craving for a while now, both of you desperately pulling at his shorts to free his cock.

And then he was fucking you, slowly and thoroughly, soothing away your last doubts and fears one thrust at a time.

Your life without Felix Catton was a thing of the past now.

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You’d started spending the night more often after that. You didn’t always fuck, sometimes you still just watched movies together or read, you at one side of the bed and Felix on the other.

You had barely seen Bella lately, she was always occupied with Oliver. It seemed unhealthy but then weren’t you doing the exact same thing with Felix? You realized you were in no position to judge her so you didn’t and the contact between you two faded.

The summer seemed to drag on forever, so did the heat. Your life outside of Saltburn became smaller and smaller, sometimes you weren’t even sure if you still existed outside of these walls.

You were there almost every day now. There was an extra plate at the breakfast table for you, even though you had never asked for it.

Life was good. Surreal. You couldn’t see the cracks yet, even though they were right there in front of you, if only you had paid attention.

You sank down deeper into the bathtub, Felix’s bathtub, closing your eyes and letting the water overtake you for just a moment. It was past midnight, the only lights in the room the candles Felix had lit for you a little earlier.

He would be passed out on the bed by now. He had insisted you take all the alone time you needed to relax and then join him for the night.

It was quiet in Saltburn, and even though the bath was cooling you down sweat was already forming on your forehead again. You were starting to feel a little claustrophobic so you carefully stepped out of the bath to open a window.

It was only then that you noticed the door was ajar. Not the door to Felix’s room but the door that lead to one of the connecting guest rooms. It was probably just the wind you had created yourself by opening the window but it made you feel unnerved anyway. You grabbed a towel to cover yourself up and slowly stepped closer to the door. You could have sworn you’d seen something move and while you couldn’t be sure the cold chill running down your spine was telling you someone had been watching you this entire time.

“You done here?”

You jumped and let out a scream when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Whoa, hey, it’s just me,” Felix reassured you, lifting up both hands in defense,”Don’t scream like that, love, you’ll wake everyone up.”

“God, fuck, sorry, you startled me.”

”That’s some guilty conscience to make you jump like that,” he teased but you ignored his comment.

You reached out to grab his shirt and Felix didn’t hesitate to pull you into a warm, solid hug.”Hey, you’re okay, babe, everything’s alright,” he soothed you in a sweet voice, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“What’s back there?” you asked softly,”Behind that door.”

“That door?” Felix asked surprised,”That’s just Ollie’s room.”

“Oliver? He shares a bathroom with you?”

“Yeah, he probably just forgot to lock it before he went to sleep,” Felix let go of you to close the door.”See, no harm done, it happens,” he shrugged.

You couldn’t shake the bad feeling in the pit of your stomach but you didn’t feel it was your place to comment on it beyond that. After all you hadn’t actually seen anything and it was probably just your imagination or the wind.

Oliver was a good guy, he wouldn't do something like that, you still believed that at the time. There was nothing to worry about.

“Hey,” Felix cupped your cheek and locked eyes with you,”You’re too tense, babe. Come on, I can take care of that.”

He leaned in to place a few playful kisses in your neck while his hands moved down your sides, pulling your towel with him until it ended up on the floor and you were naked in his arms.

"Oops," he smirked.

“Felix,” you giggled.

“Get on my bed, princess, now,” he teased and then slapped your ass before following you back to his bedroom.

Felix made sure you didn't think about Oliver again that night, or the days after that and you happily let yourself forget all about the wandering eyes behind that bathroom door.

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