#❓ > do me a favor

[jade-tried]

BETTY GROF/MAGIC BETTY NAMES — masc/neu

orion (rising in the sky)

odin (poetic fury)

severus (stern)

clio (glory)

star (celestial body/object)

atlas (bearer of the heavens)

tansy (immortality)

atticus (man of attica)

[lesbianrobin]

Em i LOVE the idea of Buck and Eddie making a lil podcast (in my head it’s called someth like best buddies be prepared)

Can u imagine it having a following? Nothing huge or anything, they’re long ass episodes about niche topics it’s not exactly a top 10 listen, but like maybe they’re on a call and it’s someth from one of their episodes (earthquake maybe?) and they’re tryna get to a kid who’s stuck and he’s just spouting lil tidbits and factoids and buck is like “wow buddy you know a lot about this stuff” and the kid goes “it’s from my favourite podcast!” And buck is just SO excited and Eddie pretends to have forgotten that they did that but he’s so tickled for Buck and excited that other people like listening to him as much as Eddie does

Anyway I’m thinking about that

ok first of all that is adorable. and second of all honestly i Can see it having a following if they were able to tell stories from their calls and/or somebody with lots of followers happened to listen and spread it!!

like here's the thing okay. they live in los angeles and meet tons of people every day. they're bound to help out some influencer or b/c/d-list celebrities and all it would take is somebody casually mentioning the podcast in front of an influencer who then tweets like "hey guys some firefighters rescued me from a car accident last week and turns out they have a podcast!! here's their episode on safe driving!" and bam their stupid little podcast that they just started because they were bored and buck wanted to yap suddenly has a few thousand listeners. buck and eddie have a great rapport and people enjoy when they go off on tangents or tell funny work stories and of course if listeners look them up and See how beautiful they are bam that's another point in their favor.

and because it's educational maybe some teachers will assign students episodes for homework and maybe the lafd reaches out and is like heyyyy you guys want to maybe do this in a more official capacity 😳❓ and suddenly they have the opportunity to make a lil bit of money from their podcast not Much but eddie's never gonna say no to extra cash and he Likes having an excuse to just sit down and talk to his favorite guy in the world for like three hours about whatever the topic of the week/month is.

just for funsies i do like to imagine that the podcast becomes popular enough that a small but dedicated rpf shipping community crops up and there's discourse about it 🫶🏻

[sunnysideaeggs]

episode 5 review! as always my dear friends, long post ahead, and remember i wrote this while i was watching and was sleepy. enjoy a piece of my mind love u ☀️💕

the smallfolk ‘caring’ for meleys as if rhaenys hadn’t killed thousands of their own a few weeks ago. ‘rhaenyra will answer this’ be fr. you should be grateful your cousin was avenged. or they kinda forgot about the dragonpit idk

now this is the kind of gruesomeness i wanted for aegon’s wounds. hear me out: he has shown his commitment to his cause. he bled and burned for the realm. only his wounds prevented him from ruling, and it won’t be permanent.

also is it me or his wounds are in the wrong side? i know in the books he’s supposed to have the right ride of his body burned, but in last episode we see aegon’s right facing vhagar’s fire. condal answer pls

i fucking hate aemond. he sees his brother, his king, in the verge of death and all he cares is about power. book aemond would never.

gotta love rhaenyra’s 🧐❓ face in the council. she’s not prepared for this she’s so confused i love emma’s faces lol

lmao a valid concern of lord broome is dismissed as MysoGYNy. daemon left because rhaenyra allowed it, she’s not attending council, she ignores problems, she doesn’t know how to act. his complaints are valid, rhaenyra should be grateful he’s giving advice and loyalty instead of demanding praise in top of all.

now this is ridiculous. canon rhaenyra was out of question for battle because she was resting after a terrible miscarriage (which is one of the only points i give her: she was doing what was best) but are we supposed to believe that eeeevery time miss rhae wanted to go to battle and eeeeevery time her council dissuaded her? 💀

baela sidelined and admitting she’s being used as a shield for jacaerys, accepting that. consoling her fiancé instead of being consoled for the lost of her grandmother. girlie has red eyes from crying but she still has to center a man.

‘the brackens are from the seven hells’ aren’t you a follower of the old gods? be consistent.

daemon of all people being ‘diplomatic’ 😭

looool lady jeyne complaining that the dragons she got from shein aren’t the right size. well babe if you sent two baby dragons i’ll sent my 15k swords with a 2 year delay. fair game.

we got a scene of rhaena crying for lucerys, but not rhaenys. she was basically the twins’ mother since they were kids but they don’t mourn her?

rhaenyra complaining she got a position in viserys’ council and was taught diplomacy from a young age, but believes that sword training would’ve been more useful 💀 of course she takes that boring council stuff for granted so much she doesn’t use it.

‘if i must be suplicant to my own husband what does that make me?’ a woman. a wife.

this quote summarizes how rhaenyra is so disconnected from the experiences of women in her world, so much she can’t fathom them for herself. she’s so singled out that not even the next most powerful women in the realm (alicent and helaena) are free from being supplicant to their husbands.

they wanna give the smallfolk’s favor to the blacks? 💀💀💀 if this is foreshadowing for the storming of the dragonpit i riot.

so you agree? dragons choose their riders and don’t care for inheritances? good to know.

rhaenyra is so memememe all the time ew. can’t focus on anyone else for five minutes without asking for something. i just know she would be so tiring to be around.

DAEMON’S MOMMY ISSUES 🤨🤨🤨 that shit will haunt me. also they de-yassified alyssa smh

daemon being trapped in a haunted castle and a diplomatic hell is funny af. now he knows what otto always yapped about.

and he still is delulu about being king. some things never change

my poor king :(

lmao as if alicent had ever one ounce of power without otto. and as if she isn’t dismissed by the council every day of the week. girl you can’t even rule over your sons sit down

alicent would’ve had a lot more power and influence if she had played her cards right and treated aegon a little better. fafo.

larys wanting criston to say shit so alicent gets mad at him 😂

i would like an explanation for why random peasants are so loyal to rhaenyra when they don’t know her, she’s very polemical and she would sneer at the sight of them. writer’s nonsense again

also another nonsense is the crown not having coin. they literally have the whole treasure, so much they can play with it for plot related reasons that will be important later

that dog cared for cheese more than alicent cared for aegon.

nooo poor ali 😭😭😭 the king looked to you for advice and you spurned him. now there’s another one in charge and he’s not so eager for your opinion.

jace comparing vermax to vhagar 💀 babe you can’t compete when you don’t compare

daemon rn: day’s never finished, master’s got me working, someday master’ll set me freeee 🪓🎶

and he’s shading rhaenyra lmao

alys is so cryptic and unhinged i love her

baela being more loyal to her stepmother than her grandfather 💀 well it’s not like corlys ever defended her before so idk

gotta love how all of the discord and resentment is resolved by ✨ girl power✨

‘driftmark must pass to salt and sea’ was lucerys salt and sea? is joffrey salt and sea? be truthful. look at me in the eyes.

FINALLY SOME BLACKWOOD SLANDER

i hate the blackwoods during the dance for the shit they did. the septs, the pillaging, those atrocities are brushed over because of george’s bias. i didn’t expect a lot from the show but i’m pleasantly surprised.

i love that riverlands’ lady. i love all of the riverlords now. i think people forget that the brackens have decent relationships with most other houses and only have a very specific rivalry with a very specific house that just happens to be a pet of george.

also how did they get to harrenhal so fast? i forgot to mention how it’s so surreal for armies and people to travel so fast. how did jace got to the twins and was right on time for dinner the same day?

i just know the aemondwives will have a field day with the scene of aemond looking at the throne. that camera descending? now that’s what i’m talking about.

helaena asking the real questions here.

an answer????

egg 😭😭😭 he deserves so much more. his panting, his burns, he looks like a sick child and this is the first time we see someone giving him a gentle touch

i love alicent’s dress. you son is battling with the stranger and you’re serving cunt? helaena is with the same dress from ep2 and alicent has a new wardrobe 😵‍💫

MUMMY 😭😭😭

i’d like alicent praying for aegon. they made religion a big part of her character just to erase it this season or conveniently point the finger at her for ‘sinning’. we get alicent praying for lucerys and viserys but are we supposed to believe she wasn’t praying by aegon’s bedside? we could get an interesting parallel with catelyn and bran there.

rhaenyra wanting to be visenya 💀 girl visenya would kill everyone who said she couldn’t fight or rule or anything else. if rhaenyra can’t stand up to her council she can’t stand up to her enemies.

jace proposing the dragonseeds yay

rhaenyra dismissing the idea of dragonseeds because ‘their blood is thin’ but not recognizing the actual danger of giving a dragon to someone unrelated to the targs (something that will be important to the plot later) shows exactly where her priorities are.

i wanted more helaena. i wanted more aegon. smh

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Hey, Valefor here! Just wanted to welcome everyone to my favorite human's blog where they'll talk about Hell and whatever else their heart desires about devils and angels. Allow me to tell you their favorite nobles and kings:

🖤Sir Zagan, Belial, Foras, Beleth, and me! 🖤His Regency Bael nearly won their hand in marriage, so I'm not sure what I did to win their heart, but I'm honored to be chosen!

🖤His Majesty Beelzebub and Belphegor catch their eye. I think His Majesty Mammon is a much better choice, but as long as they're happy!

🖤They may talk about other devils in Hell, but I noticed they do talk about that human Minhyeok a lot...I don't think I should be worried but just in case I should train hard to continue to win their favor! *disclaimer: please feel free to talk about any of the devils mentioned here with me! i don't have a non-share yumeship with my faves

[hungergameshyperfixation]

Listen I may be going through my middle school playlist or smth but you can’t tell me “My Ordinary Life” (The Living Tombstone) doesn’t go hard BUT ALSO

The entire song is so ripe for fan edits.

Like I am all in favor of letting songs be songs on their own but also I value the art that is fan edits and THIS SONG IS SO GOOD FOR THEM.

The entire thing but like, just look at one of the final snippets.

“Can you heal me? Have I gained too much?

When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch

Is there a real me? Pop the champagne

It hurts me just to think, and I don't do pain

Stayin' still, eyes closed

Let the world just pass me by

Pain pills, nice clothes

If I fall, I think I'll fly

Touch me, Midas

Make me part of your design

None to guide us

I feel fear for the very last time”

Since this is my Hunger Games blog I wanted to point this out because HELLO❓❗️

So many characters can fit those lyrics, especially the victors. AND the characters from the Capitol (Effie, Cinna, Plutarch). Hell, even Snow if you’re a Snow sympathizer (I’m not but just saying 💀)

Fanart, animatics, fan edit, etc.

[haeetu]

🔥‼️SPICY BAKI HEAD CANNONs IS HERE‼️🔥

Feat: Pickle , Doyle , Olivia, restu , and yurjiro ( AGAIN)

Pickle 🥒🪨👨🏿

Since pickle is a pre-historic cave man he doesn't know anything about human world

Man idc how to describe this pre-historic man but he will destroy you

Mf will go till day light

Since he's new to the timeline he doesn't get doing it on the bed since. yk back in caveman time they didn't have ✨soft✨ rectangle beds. So yall dont do it often on the bed

But when you do have s3x in the bed it breaks every time so you have to buy a new one every.. single..time 😰

Pickle never seems to use the bed so you guys end up doing stand up sex 😻😻 (RIP)

His kinks would definitely be pulling hair ,biting ,licking, praising (you'll be the one doing, cvm play,and oversim (he loves you voice when you do 😼)

Olivia 🍪 ✨

Seems like the type of guy to call/text you saying bbg (funny)

This man is crazy about you. Whatever you go Mr.biscit will go no doubt!

Olivia is the type of man to. Go to the lingerie store and boldly pick out the best ones

He's prob like 6.4 inches 🔥‼️

Loves to raw dog

If Olivia had kinks it would be praising, biting , and maybe ropes

During intercourse when he reach climax his bites his lips down to prevent to hurt you 🤕

DOES AMAZING AFTER CARE

Restu (my wife)

Since he's one of the best waifus I'll treat him right!!

Restu says he's the 'shy' type when it comes to lingerie but he secretly loves it

His kinks would be praising. He LOVEES how you look under him. It go r him dominance 😻‼️‼️

Hickeys ... Just hickeys ❤️

I'll say restu about 6 inches 🌝

Is it weird if I think he'll play soft lofi when y'all do it just imagine... The mf fuckin the shii out LIKE ROUGH HOUSIN' while he's doing that you hearing someb soft lofi beats 😭🙌🏿

Mines - Cpr

Doyle 🔪💢

Ahh. Doyle my sangwoo (ks) wanna be but...

⚠️⚠️ Manga spoiler if you didn't finish it (which you should) ⚠️⚠️ @chaichaiiskai

This is what they should've did for that jjk death 😤😒

If he got caught with the murders and yk didn't die..

BUT BACK TO THE SUBJECT

End of spoiler ‼️‼️

My fav death row inmate

Ngl his how prob smells like chlorine..

This single man will make you spiral for him

Of the bar this man loves knife play

He would moves his knife up and down your throat while you lay down.. ❣️

Now images this

Your siting down in the bed on your phone and Doyle walks in he tells you to lay your phone down. You do so now he whips out his pocket knife and asks you to do a favor and lay down. You lay down and he just looks at you observing you. He takes his pocket knife and moves it up and down your throat making you head tip back. He moves his hands up and down you thighs while he does it

(ARGGGG OML THAT'S YO MUCH WORDS. NEXT!)

Kinks - knife play (obv), marking, some disintegrating (I'm not sure if I spelled that right) , hand cuffs, blind folds, and MAYBE PET PLAY??

Ok DONEEE! I take criticism so please if I need something to work on tell me I would love it and ty

ONE QUESTION ❓❓

DID I EAT THIS UP 😻😻‼️

DID I COOK⁉️

[torchickentacos]

Pokemon AG Watchthrough- Ep005- In The Knicker of Time!

We open with Ash fighting a random guy with a beedrill in the woods, standard dull opening tbh but that's okay, because this episode has a rather interesting, eclectic COTD to make up for the lack of. well. everything else 💖 (guys I promise that I adore AG).

A zigzagoon runs across the path after the opening battle and Max apparently has mad beef with zigzagoon??? Why is he frowning lmao.

Anyways, Max is all "Yo, I never knew zigzagoon could get that big!" Note that this zigzagoon was running on all fours in a serpentine pattern on the ground between bushes and such. They're like oh cool it's just a big zigzagoon.

Its pokedex picture..... Baby.,,,,,

So anyways, the big zigzagoon approaches the smaller zigzagoons, and in the words of Digoenes, "Behold, a man".

Anyways, zigzagoon dude takes off the fursuit in favor of his regular clothes, and May assumes that the zigzagoon disguised itself as a human. I love all two of her braincells. Also her limited sense of personal space.

Any PL fans here??? This is basically that scene from Diabolical Box where Luke tries to tear Inspector Chemley's face off, assuming it's a mask.

Anyways, Nicholai introduces himself and his questionable philosophies, such as "We thrive on communing with nature while exposing our knees", quote. We have met the first green-haired freak of AG!

May enters her first real battle with another trainer, which goes badly ❤️

May, quote: "Knickerbockers. Naturalist. What is wrong with that guy?" I love how petulant she is in early AG, I'd forgotten how snarky she can get. She's so easygoing by the later seasons (which isn't a bad thing! I do really enjoy her characterization, but the snark is kinda funny ikdjfhdjkgjkhf).

Anyways, Nicholai made fun of Norman for raising such a shitty battler so Max is on a whole-ass revenge sidequest and is trailing him in the woods. Nicholai wants to catch a zigzagoon to beat Norman with (which. good luck bud), so Max gathers fruit to attract all the zigzagoon to the other side of the woods where Nicholai can't catch them. Good job, buddy. To be fair, this is exactly the kind of plan that I would expect a, like, seven year old to devise.

Ash and co. catch up and disperse the zigzagoon. Zigzagoons are all still pissed off. This guy is now back.

May was right. What the fuck is this dude's deal ljfnkdgjkdf. Pied piper if it was weirder.

His costume is actually kind of terrifying with the hood back??? Zigzagoon's neck is, like, snapped, and his head is coming out of its tongue??????????

Anyways, he catches his zigzagoon and makes more remarks about shorts and then Team Rocket Team Rockets all over the place, resulting in the explosion counter going up to 11.5.

POV: Me digging for things to talk about in early ag episodes.

😀👍❓

He can fly. Explosion counter is now at 12.5 as TR blasts off.

Nicholai and Ash battle, episode ends. Overall? Not a terrible episode! Still rather dull (it is early AG, after all), but there's enough chaos throughout to keep me from doing something else and giving up on my watchthrough for another ten months. So that's a win. That gets it like a seven I think.

[chilumitos]

— 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲 & 𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗼𝘀 ★ genshin impact.

*mensagem de tartaglia* Oi safada sou Tera

lumine me responde rapido, eu posso ser sua marmita e do childe? rapido agora

childe para de empinar a bunda, a lumine nao vai te comer agora

lumine reagiu com "❓" para: o childe nn para de chorar pq ele sonhou q vc terminava com ele

eu e tartaglia tirando foto da lumine 24/7

chilumi casal bi4bi no sangue

*tartaglia esta digitando* lumine por favor fototeta so um peitinho por favor peito

e no que isso afeta os chilumi ?

eu e childe brigando pra ver qm vai beijar a lumine primeiro (eu ganhei

cocaína Depravacao e chilumi

[berkmansimagines]

Question...?

A/N: Can I ask you a ❓❓❓

Summary: You ask Barry for a favor.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

Barry is sitting on the couch playing video games. You’re not home. You went all the way out to Malibu to meet up with your handler, Diane. Barry hasn’t heard from you but he figures you’ll get back soon.

BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ

Barry quickly glances down at his vibrating phone. You’re calling him. He answers the phone as he continues playing his game.

“Hey Y/N. What’s up?”

“Hey babe. Are you home right now?” you shyly greet your husband.

“Yeah. Why?” Barry replies.

“Can I ask you a question? It’s more of a favor really…” you mumble.

Barry scrunches his forehead, suspicious. He knows something’s up. He pauses the game and puts down the controller.

“What’s going on?” Barry asks with concern.

“Well, uh, some guy is following me,” you’re trying your best to remain calm.

Barry’s eyes widen.

“Are you serious? Who?!” 

“I have no idea! He’s been following me since I left Diane’s place. I tried losing this guy a couple times but couldn't shake him. He’s very persistent,” you explain.

“Shit,” Barry curses under his breath.

“I think I might have a plan. That’s actually why I called-” you begin.

“Oh yeah?” Barry raises his eyebrows. 

“Yeah! Ok so I’m going to drive home, wait for him to park and then I’ll confront him. Could you sit out on the balcony with your rifle and cover me just in case something happens?” you ask your husband.

Barry sighs. Of course he’s going to help out and have your back, but he’s concerned. He’d rather confront the guy with you instead of watching the situation unfold from the sidelines.

“Do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because I’ll totally kill that guy for you,” Barry offers.

“Not so fast, trigger. I need to suss out the situation first,” you reply, “But if he tries something… then yeah you can kill him.”

Barry nods, understanding the instructions.

“I got you,” your husband reassures you.

“Thanks babe. I should be home in fifteen minutes,” you tell him before ending the call. 

You continue your drive home. When you get back, you park on the street instead of going to your designated spot. You park a few numbers down from your building. You know that whoever is following you will park on the street and leave some distance between your cars. You’re hoping he parks in front of your building, that way Barry will have a clean shot if he needs to take one.

Watching through the rearview mirror, you see the car park across the street outside your building. You smirk to yourself. You’ve got him right where you want him. You get out of your car and make a beeline towards the man who’s been following you. You harshly knock on his car window.

“Hey asshole! Why are you following me?” you call him out.

The man gets out of the car. He puts his hands up in defense.

“Woah sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he tries. 

You shake your head.

“You didn’t scare me. You pissed me off. And you didn’t answer my question - why the fuck are you following me?”

“Can we just start over? I’m Mel Davis. I’m a Private Investigator,” the man introduces himself, and then, “You’re Y/N Berkman, right?”

Your heart skips a beat.

“How do you know my name?” you question him.

“I’m a PI and I’m good at my job,” he chuckles.

You cross your arms against your chest.

“What do you want?” you ask.

“I’m trying to find Shane Taylor. His buddies are looking for him. They hired me to track him down…” he explains.

“I don’t know him,” you reply coolly.

That’s a lie. You know exactly who that guy is. You killed him. It all goes back to Shane’s girlfriend - Este. Este used to work with your handler, Diane. They had some sort of falling out that ended with Diane killing Este. She called you in the middle of the night to clean the crime scene and dump the body. Barry helped. It took the two of you all night to finish cleaning up that mess. 

Shane started looking for Este shortly after. When Diane caught wind of this she hired you to take Shane out. You did the job to protect yourself and Barry. You just wanted to cover up your involvement with what happened to Este.

“How do you know Diane?” the PI asks you.

“I’m her personal assistant,” you lie again.

Mel is not buying it. He knows you’re not telling the full story.

“Before Shane disappeared he was looking for his missing girlfriend Este. She was last seen at Diane’s place. So that got me thinking… What if Shane went looking for Este at Diane’s house? Maybe he disappeared the same way Este did?” he wonders aloud.

“It sounds like you have an overactive imagination,” you try squashing his theory.

Mel looks you up and down. 

“You know what happened to him don’t you, Y/N? Yeah. See, I can always tell,” he smirks.

You shake your head again. Mel shrugs impatiently.

“Look, I’m not the police and I’m not out to get you. I don’t really care if Shane is dead or alive. All I need to know is where he’s hiding out or where his body was dumped. I just want to finish this job so I can get paid. Can you help a guy out?” Mel pleads his case.

You sigh, unmoved. You’re not giving him any information that could implicate you or Barry.

“Like I told you, I don’t know anything about this. I have nothing more to say. I think you should leave.”

Mel stays quiet for a moment. He doesn’t believe you. He has a gut feeling that you were involved in Shane’s disappearance but you’re not going to budge. He’ll leave you alone…for now.

“Ok. But before I go, I have something for you.”

Mel opens his coat. As he reaches inside his pocket, you spot a gun in a holster attached to his belt. Your entire body tenses up. You keep your eyes locked on the weapon.

Meanwhile Barry is sitting up on your balcony, rifle at the ready. He’s watching everything unfold through the magnifier. He spots the guy’s gun the same time you do. Barry clenches his jaw.

“Don’t pull that gun on her, man. Don’t pull that gun on her,” your husband mutters to himself.

If the guy reaches for his gun, Barry is pulling the trigger. You and Barry are both on edge, waiting for Mel’s next move. And then -

“Here’s my card,” he takes a business card out of his coat pocket and hands it to you, “If I were to get an anonymous tip, I'd be all ears and no mouth and out of your life for good.”

You roll your eyes. Mel opens his car door. He’s about to get in, but stops himself. He nods to you.

“A word of advice, the guys who hired me to find Shane seem kinda rough. You should probably get your facts straight before the bad guys do something bad to you,” he warns.

“Is that a threat?” you raise your eyebrows.

Mel snickers, shaking his head.

“If I was threatening you, you’d know it.”

And with that, Mel gets into his car and drives off. You watch him go, making sure he’s driving away and not staking out somewhere down the street. 

You let out a deep breath, shrugging off this whole conversation. Mel was just trying to intimidate you to get you to talk. When you tell Barry what happened, you decide to play it cool. People like Mel are all bark no bite. You don’t want Barry to worry about Mel’s thinly veiled threat. That PI was full of shit. 

Everything will be fine.

Once the coast is clear, you look back up to the balcony and wave to Barry. You know that he’s still watching.

“Thank you,” you mouth to your husband.

[radiojamming]

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[jade-tried]

DAVE LALONDE MOODBOARD — themes of nighttime and loneliness

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"Hello, Commander Starscream. What a pleasant surprise. How can I help you?"

That was the question that Commander Ricochet asked after the door to her quarters flew open and admitted the annoyed Seeker. Stomping up to the desk, Starscream crossed his arms and glared down at the Triple Changer. Ricochet was leaning back in her chair, pedes on the desktop and her fingers steepled. She grinned as his wings flared out to reflect his anger, while hers displayed her mischievous mood.

"Ricochet," Starscream gritted. "Stop. Stealing. My crown."

"What crown?"

"The one on your head!"

Ricochet glanced up at the crown resting askew on her helm and lightly touched it. "What? This old thing? I did not steal it, but merely re-appropriated for a moment."

"Also known as stealing."

Ricochet waved a servo dismissively. "Whatever, no need to argue semantics." Ricochet took the crown off her head. "Is this what you want?" she asked as she tilted it at the Seeker, who nodded. The light glinted off the rubies in a way that seemed as if even the crown was mocking Starscream. Getting up from her seat, Ricochet casually walked around the desk to hand the item back to its owner. As Starscream went for his prize, Ricochet took advantage of their height difference to hold the crown up in the air out of his reach. "Oh, I'm not just giving it to you. You'll have to earn it." Ricochet heard Starscream's thrusters kick in and she placed her large servo on top of his helm to hold him on the ground. "Nope, not like that!"

"I order you to give that back!" Starscream shouted as his arms reached out.

Ricochet laughed at his attempts. "And who are you going to complain to if I disobey? Megatron?" She switched to her terrible impression of Starscream. "Megatwon! Wicochet won't give me my gaudy crown back and is hurting my feewings!"

"I do NOT sound like that!"

"Are you sure?"

Starscream grunted and tried to shove Ricochet's arm off his helm, but it stayed put. "Fine, what do I have to do to earn my property back?"

Ricochet hummed as she looked down at the flier with a thoughtful gaze and changed to holding the crown behind her back. Starscream continued to glare, but inside he felt apprehensive as he wondered what Ricochet would demand of him. What embarrassing thing would she request? Would she give it back with him owing her a favor to be called on in the future?

Ricochet's smile grew, signaling she had come up with something. The servo on his head slid down until it cupped his face, and her thumb caressed his cheek. "Give me a kiss."

With a blink of confusion, Starscream's braincase processed the request. "That's it?"

Ricochet shrugged. "What? Did you expect something more? I mean, I could ask for more, but a kiss sounds adequate. A NICE one, though. No tiny peck on the cheek."

Starscream visibly relaxed, which amused Ricochet. "That I can do for you."

"Good. Hands behind your back so I know you won't try to grab it." Starscream did so. He closed his eyes and waited.

Ricochet giggled as she leaned down and placed her lips upon his. She wondered how long they could kiss before he grew impatient, and tested him by parting her lips. Starscream took the hint and followed suit, pushing it further with a poke of his glossa asking for hers to respond. Which it did. After a minute of enjoying her success, Ricochet was satisfied. A weight on his helm told Starscream of his victory as the crown was situated where it rightly belonged. When their kiss broke and he opened his optics, he could see the shine of the rubies reflecting off of Ricochet's armor. The red of Ricochet's optics reminded him of those rubies, and they seemed to be even brighter and more precious.

"There, was that so hard?" Ricochet asked.

"Hard, no. Aggravating, yes." Starscream pointed a finger at her. "Steal it again and I will go through your collection of romance novels and delete them all."

Ricochet gasped in mock shock and glared. "You wouldn't dare."

"Don't test me then," Starscream grinned.

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****REQUESTS FOR THIS EVENT ARE NOW CLOSED****

Hello, friends ❤️ I hope you are all having a good week!

As I mentioned in my latest update, I am opening requests for a mini Ikemen Prince writing event: my Grab-bag Prompt List! Below the cut line you will find a list of genres & dialogue prompts I've recycled from abandoned WIPs. Help me give these scribbles a second chance to tell a story!

Each piece will be a short ficlet between 500 - 1000 words set in the middle of the story (no intro, and no ending). Please read the following guidelines before making a request. And remember this is all for fun, so mix and match and make it a challenge if you'd like!

❓ How to make a request❓

Submit your request as an ask in the following format: Character(s) / Prompt # / Genre / POV

You may list up to 2 characters in your request, not including a reader if you choose 2nd POV.

Only 1 dialogue prompt and 1 genre and 1 POV allowed per request. (Please note that 2nd POV will be written as a female reader)

You're free to keep your ask as plainly as above: Leon / 5 / Comedy / 2nd OR add some more detail for me: Licht, Nokto / 7 / Adventure / 1st Licht's POV. They're about to go to battle.

❓ Rules❓

I will only be accepting the first 6 requests that follow the above guidelines.

One request per person please!

All requests and writings will be SFW. Any triggering content will be listed in the header and tags once the fic is posted.

I reserve the right to refuse any prompts that I cannot fulfill. I will also be crossing off characters, prompts, and genres as they arrive so we don't get duplicates.

**Please understand that I set these restrictions to give as even a chance for anyone to request their favorites and myself the time to give each story the attention it deserves. Thank you all in advance for your interest and your understanding, now on to the prompts!

✔️ Characters✔️

All 13 Ikemen Prince suitors

✔️ Dialogue Prompts✔️

"What are you waiting for?" "That, I cannot say."

"When a flower doesn't bloom you fix the garden, not the flower."

"That's harsh. I prefer to call it 'returning the favor.'"

"I'd agree with you, but then we'd both be liars."

"Do you want to talk about it, or do you want a distraction from it?"

"I'd rather die with memories, not dreams."

"Don't worry about winning. Worry about coming home."

"Just once, I want to hear you say it."

"Why would I be worried? I'm with you."

"That's the thing about betrayal. It never comes from an enemy."

✔️ Genres✔️

Action

Adventure

Angst

Comedy

Comfort

Fluff

Suspense

Slice-of-Life

✔️ Points of View✔️

1st: I, me, my

2nd: You, your

3rd: He, she, they

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🦇 Love at First Set Book Review 🦇

💜 Read If You Love: 💜 🏋️‍♀️ Women who lift 👰‍♀️ Runaway brides 👀 “Oh no, my best friend’s sister is hot” 🧘‍♀️ Flirting during partner yoga 🎟 Cheesy county fair dates 😬 Awkward pining 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Sapphic swooning

🦇 For Lizzie, working at a gym isn't just a job; it's her home. For now, she's only the check-in girl (and occasionally, the owner's punching bag), but one day, she could manage her own. When her bestie (and emotional support himbo) and boss's son James asks her to play plus-one at his sister's wedding, she agrees, hoping to find a chance to talk to his parents about a promotion. One drunken pep-talk later and the bride-to-be, Cara, realizes she doesn't want to get married after all. It doesn't help that Lizzie is crushing on her HARD��or that Cara decides to stay with her brother while getting her derailed life back together. Afraid his sister plans to set him up on a blind date, James urges Lizzie to keep her distracted. Can Lizzie girl the hell up AND keep her crush under wraps?

[ Find my review below or on Insta | Storygraph | Goodreads ]

💜 Lizzie is a beautifully realistic mess and knows it. Growing up with an unreliable, emotionally-abusive mother taught Lizzie she could only rely on herself, while her economic status triggered some serious self-esteem issues. Though her self-reliance and independence are strengths, her unwillingness to trust others also becomes a weakness.

💜 Jennifer Dugan (@jl_dugan) heard the phrase "queer pining" and understood the assignment. Lizzie's insta-crush on Cara spurs some hilarious self-talk that puts the "com" in this queer rom-com. The constant, silent, somewhat reluctant pining is intense, raw, and real, but her sass and sarcasm never let it get overly sappy. Though Lizzie can't see it, Cara's obvious crushing is equally intense, making these two lovesick, bisexual messes the perfect match.

🦇 Unfortunately, everything I loved in the first half of the book becomes exhaustive by the second half. Lizzie allows both James and Cara to manipulate her into favors that benefit them too often. Her self-proclaimed cowardness spurs the story's internal conflict a little too much. The self-depreciation that was once funny became painful enough to become cringy, too.

🦇 While I love a slow burn, Lizzie and Cara's relationship is too focused on showing physical development, but not the emotional development. We don't see the pillow talk or hidden moments between them that lead to them falling in love with one another. The external conflict—Cara's mother—is written as a two-dimensional antagonist. Her motivation for keeping the women apart is status, but why (did she grow up in poverty, or feel shamed by a group with higher social status at one point in her life)? My biggest pet peeve is a plot powered by miscommunication (in this case, a complete FAILURE at communicating from the start), and this story relies on it all too much to reach an unsatisfying happy ending that's tied up in a LITERAL bow. The writing was so strong and held so much promise in the beginning, but I'm afraid the third-act break-up, blow-up dinner scene, ultimatum, and ending didn't do it for me.

🦇 Recommended for anyone who loves a pining and scheming of Shakespearean proportions. This sapphic rom-com will be a sweet if not chaotic addition to your TBR.

✨ The Vibes ✨ 👟 Sapphic Rom-Com 👟 Bi Visibility 👟 Gay Best Friend 👟 Economic Classes 👟 Shakespearean Miscommunication, Pining, and Scheming 👟 Self-Esteem Issues

❝ "Queer chaos trumps moral fortitude, especially when making out is involved." ❞

❓ #QOTD What's your preferred workout? ❓ ❝ "Don't sit behind the gym counter of your life when you're meant to be in front of it." ❞

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individualism is insane bc so many favors for friends, acquaintances, neighbors or even strangers go without saying in my head but people will act like youre a saint for showing them like basic manners like does that mean you wouldnt do the same for me❓

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While I am all for making the best experience for yourself and would never force anyone to do anything I will be that person

The like reblog n comment ratio of this is fucking ATROCIOUS I would reblog this 1000x if I could but alas I am just a girl

this fandom does not deserve you but I humbly present my offerings of insanity for the absolutely delicious food you have cooked for those who practice gwaynism

Also I want to say I really didn't want to read this cos of the incest like I'm desensitized to targcest but msjdjjd guess what I was like it's an old timey fic and they used to marry their cousins and suddenly I was fine HAAHHAAHHA AND IM GLAD I DID COS WHAT THE FUCK DELICIOUS

He's as handsome as you remember, with his auburn hair, pale blue eyes, and the faint freckles that dust his face. How you wished you could map kisses along those freckles, connecting them with a trail of where your lips had been.

Girl she's down BAD 😭 that's not-

He steps closer to you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear tenderly. "You have your mother's beauty, but your father's features," [...]

NO CUZ I WAS SO FUCKING OFFENDED ME PERSONALLY YOU TRYNA TELL ME I LOOK LIKE VISERYSSSS???? 🙄✋ NO SHADE NO TEA I LOVE PADDY BUT FUCKING VISERYSSSSSSSSSSSSSS to quote the walking corpse himself WHY DO YOU CUT ME SO DEEPLY

[...] he hums, tweaking your nose playfully before wrapping you in a firm hug.

YOUR HONOR HES SO CUTE WHAT THE FUCK

"It's not like I can sit in on a council meeting, and mother refuses to let me on my dragon. She seems perfectly content in keeping me idle and useless," you remark with a tone of annoyance, one that draws a low laugh from your uncle.

I actually don't accept alicent slander. Tell me why that's so wrong of her 🤨 tell me now

"Your mother means well, sweet niece. You're better suited here, getting favor from the gods as opposed to being in the midst of battle. Believe me, it is a bloody, nasty affair, and you are far too delicate to join in," he grips your chin in between his forefinger and his thumb, keeping your lilac gaze trained on his ocean-blue eyes.

SEE YOUR UNCLE GETS IT. also

TOUCHING HER TOUCHING ME???

You cannot even think of a response to his dismissing words, as you are too busy trying to push away the familiar ache you get between your thighs.

GRILL BARBECUE URSELF

[...] but Gwayne knows. He always knows.

DAFAQ DO YOU MEAN HE KNOWS WHAT THE FUXK

You expect your uncle to kneel beside you, or just leave the sept all together, so you are quite surprised when you feel him loom behind you.

*THROUGH A WHISPER, LOUDLY* HE WHAT❓❓❓❓

"Well, go on then, sweet one. Pray for me," he whispers, and you can feel his breath fanning against the shell of your ear.

HE WHAT

Of course, it is wrong for him to want to take you in the lewdest positions, to have you scream his name so everyone knows who is fucking you so good, but he has restrained himself all this time.

HE FUCKING WHAT

"M-Mother Above, have mercy on us all. I beg you for your protection, and for you to-" you cut yourself off with a gasp as your uncle buries his face into the crook of your neck, and gently nips at the soft skin there. He begins pressing himself against your ass, making your cheeks flush even more.

IN FRONT OF THE MOTHER

Noticing your sudden pause, he pulls back to look at your blushing face with a devilish smirk. "Well? Go on, don't mind me,"

HES IN FUCKING SANE ACTUALLY

Your prayers only falter as you feel something hard poking against your backside, prodding and bumping against you relentlessly.

"Shh, enough with that. It isn't wrong, not in the slightest. It's not wrong, not when you're meant for me. Surely even the gods will understand," he mumbles against the softness of your lips.

ITS FINE I PROMISE

You are thankful the sept is empty today. If word of what you do now reached your mother, of the depravity you partake in with her own brother, you're sure she'd have you sent far away to become a septa.

AND AS SHE SHOULD TBH NSKSKSKSMMSKSKSKKSKSKSKSKSK WITH HER BROTHER??????????????? HE OLDER BROTHER

"Up you go, princess," he mumbles, before picking you up with ease and setting you to sit on the edge of the altar.

ON THE ALTAR OH HELL NAH THEYRE AINT NO WAY IN SEVEN HELLS NO ONE DIDNT SEE THEY WATCHED THAT SHIT AND ENJOYED IT OH HELLL NAHHH

"Well well, I never thought I'd see the day where my own niece was begging for me like a whore." he teases, making you frown at the crude and cruel word.

HES SO FUCKING raHHHHH YOUR HONOR PLEASE

A cruel word indeed, and you feel the familiar sensation of your eyes watering, and your nose instinctively sniffling. Gwayne's smirk falters for a moment as he watches little tears spill from your eyes, but only for a moment.

NO CUZ SAME IF I WOULD CRY TO I WOULD CRY ALL THE TIME I REALLY WOULD

"Aw, come now sweet girl, don't take offense. It was all in good fun, yes?" he coos to you, and you feel him begin to lick your tears away, catching the salty evidence of your crying on his tongue.

YOUR HONOR I WANT HIM TO SPIT ON MY FACE TOO

"But oh, darling one, how pretty you look when you cry. Are you gonna cry more with what I do to you, little princess?" he asks with a mocking little pout, before kissing back down your neck.

DO IT AGAIN

"My my, little niece, aren't you quite the sensitive one? Is your cunny as sensitive as your heart, hm?" he teases, as he continues to lick and suckle you.

I WOULD APOLOGIZE FOR REQUOTING YOUR WHOLE FIC BACK TO YOU BUT NO REGRETS NAUR RAGRATS ITS JUST SO YUMMY

The little pain you yanking his hair brings him makes him groan against your puffy folds, adding only to the stimulation you feel. "Yeah? Feels good? Oh, baby, you have no idea..." he murmurs, leaving you a little confused at his choice of words.

I would let him destroy me

His mouth moves to focus only on your sensitive bud, sucking on it gently while he introduces two fingers to your wet folds. His fingers dance along your slit, dragging up and down in a slow, almost torturous manner.

No cuz at list point I screamed so much that my throat hurt thx so much I'm fine

Once your peak washes over you, you slump against the base of the statue of the Mother. Gwayne promptly stands, his mouth and chin dripping with your juices. "You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. Perhaps I should have you every night instead of wine." he smiles, before thumbing stray tears that rest on your flushed cheeks away.

AND THEN HE JUST LEFT WITH A FUCKING BONER SIR I COULD HAVE HELPED WHAT THE FUCK

Thank you for your service you can have one of my lungs if you want this was incredibly well writing you are a dream you did us all a service I wish you more comments and reblogs amen

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Pairing ✵ Gwayne Hightower/Niece!reader

Warnings ✵ Hotd season 2 spoilers, incest, littleee bit of crybaby!reader, smut (frottage, oral F receiving, fingering, and slight dacryphilia), and religious themes

Word count ✵ 2.5k

Summary ✵ Your uncle Gwayne arrives from Oldtown at your brother's call, and pays a visit to you while you pray.

"Your mother told me I might find you in here,"

You whipped your head around to see the source of the voice that disturbed you from your prayers and saw none other than your uncle, Ser Gwayne Hightower. He had finally come from Oldtown, answering your brother's call for assistance in his war.

"It is the seventh day, I thought I ought to pray. Especially now..." You explain with a small smile. You stood from your kneeling position on the cold, unyielding sept floor so you may look upon him. Your face twists into a cringe as you feel the bruises from kneeling for so long begin to form on your knees, and you are sure they'll be an ugly purple color later. Relaxing your features, you finally turn on your heel to face your uncle. It has been so long since you've seen him.

Too long.

He's as handsome as you remember, with his auburn hair, pale blue eyes, and the faint freckles that dust his face. How you wished you could map kisses along those freckles, connecting them with a trail of where your lips had been. But your faith and virtue prevent you from giving in to the desire. Besides, you are sure that if he ever found out you ever thought such things, he'd look at you with such revulsion that you'd crumble to the floor in shame.

He steps closer to you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear tenderly. "You have your mother's beauty, but your father's features," he hums, tweaking your nose playfully before wrapping you in a firm hug. It is not lost on you the slight curt tone his voice took on at the mention of your late father, but you dismiss it.

"And tell me, how have you been fairing during these trying times, hm? Don't tell me you hole yourself up in this sept all day." He teases, bringing a feeling of embarrassment over you for he had guessed correctly. Recently, you do spend the brunt of your days at the sept, praying to almost every facet of the Seven for mercy, strength, wisdom, and safety. Today, you were praying at the statue of the Mother, and after you lit a candle for her altar, you prayed for mercy and protection for your family members. It is one of the few things that brings you comfort nowadays, your faith in the Seven who are One.

"Well, there isn't much I can do," you shrug, letting a small frown tug at your lips. "It's not like I can sit in on a council meeting, and mother refuses to let me on my dragon. She seems perfectly content in keeping me idle and useless," you remark with a tone of annoyance, one that draws a low laugh from your uncle.

"Your mother means well, sweet niece. You're better suited here, getting favor from the gods as opposed to being in the midst of battle. Believe me, it is a bloody, nasty affair, and you are far too delicate to join in," he grips your chin in between his forefinger and his thumb, keeping your lilac gaze trained on his ocean-blue eyes.

You cannot even think of a response to his dismissing words, as you are too busy trying to push away the familiar ache you get between your thighs. It always comes at the most inconvenient of times, like when you watch the men in the training yard move, sweaty and shirtless, or when you spy on your brother coupling with a serving girl. All you know is that it persists for ages, and no amount of praying stops it.

But you can only try.

"S-Shall we pray, uncle? So that the Mother may grant us safety, of course," you propose, shifting nervously on your feet. Perhaps it is the light flush that has appeared on your face, or how you try to discreetly press your thighs together for some form of relief, but Gwayne knows. He always knows.

To save yourself some embarrassment, you resume your kneeling position before the statue and altar of the Mother, clasping your hands together in the standard praying position. You expect your uncle to kneel beside you, or just leave the sept all together, so you are quite surprised when you feel him loom behind you.

His firm chest swiftly presses against your back, and his larger and calloused hands come to rest over your softer ones, and you find yourself trapped in this embrace. Whether it is to your delight or misfortune, you cannot decide. You squeeze your eyes shut and silently beg for forgiveness for the unseemly thoughts that run through your brain at his actions. 'Who thinks such perverse things in a holy place?' you think, mentally chastising yourself.

"Well, go on then, sweet one. Pray for me," he whispers, and you can feel his breath fanning against the shell of your ear. Gwayne is enjoying this, enjoying this little game of denial you two play. Of course, it is wrong for him to want to take you in the lewdest positions, to have you scream his name so everyone knows who is fucking you so good, but he has restrained himself all this time. Patience is a great virtue, yes, but he wishes to reap his reward for remaining ever so patient now.

"M-Mother Above, have mercy on us all. I beg you for your protection, and for you to-" you cut yourself off with a gasp as your uncle buries his face into the crook of your neck, and gently nips at the soft skin there. He begins pressing himself against your ass, making your cheeks flush even more.

Noticing your sudden pause, he pulls back to look at your blushing face with a devilish smirk. "Well? Go on, don't mind me," he says before going right back to nipping and sucking at your neck. It is impossible for you to stay concentrated on your prayers as he continues, and you resign to praying in your head as your words fail you.

Your prayers only falter as you feel something hard poking against your backside, prodding and bumping against you relentlessly. Gwayne begins peppering kisses from your neck and to your jawline before tugging your head back gently, and letting his lips brush against yours. He only pauses as you tilt your head a little bit away in reluctance.

"U-Uncle, this is wrong. N-Not here, we cannot do this-"

"Shh, enough with that. It isn't wrong, not in the slightest. It's not wrong, not when you're meant for me. Surely even the gods will understand," he mumbles against the softness of your lips. You feel in that little moment of pause that his are a bit chapped, most likely from days of riding on horseback and camping in the wilderness. But it matters little then.

Once his lips are on yours, you cannot help the cascade of little moans that leaves you. His mouth is overwhelming and easily overpowers your rather inexperienced one, and you feel his hands move from their position over yours. One hand moves to your neck, and the other to your breast, fondling it through your dress as he continues humping you from behind.

You are thankful the sept is empty today. If word of what you do now reached your mother, of the depravity you partake in with her own brother, you're sure she'd have you sent far away to become a septa.

With a final peck to your lips, your uncle stands. He drinks in the sight of you like this; cheeks flushed, hair a bit messy, clothes rumpled, and swollen lips, all from him, of course. He swears then and there he's never seen a more beautiful sight.

"Up you go, princess," he mumbles, before picking you up with ease and setting you to sit on the edge of the altar. He messily pushes away the candles and various offerings left there to make room for you, and you cringe at the disrespect, disrespect born from lust and hastiness.

The new position allows for you to be relatively level with his face, and he soon hikes your dress up and stands between your parted thighs. As he begins to rub his erection against your clothed cunt, you grab onto his forearms to ground yourself.

His erection rubs against your dampened smallclothes, brushing against your bud and your folds. With each grind of his hips, you feel something like a fire burning through your bones. But with your clothes acting like a barrier, and the slightly awkward angle, it's not enough for you. Even with your unfamiliarity to such actions, you still know it is not enough.

"M-More, more. Uncle, I need more." you whine, pulling him closer by the laces of his breeches, eliciting a sly smirk from him.

"Well well, I never thought I'd see the day where my own niece was begging for me like a whore." he teases, making you frown at the crude and cruel word.

A cruel word indeed, and you feel the familiar sensation of your eyes watering, and your nose instinctively sniffling. Gwayne's smirk falters for a moment as he watches little tears spill from your eyes, but only for a moment.

"Aw, come now sweet girl, don't take offense. It was all in good fun, yes?" he coos to you, and you feel him begin to lick your tears away, catching the salty evidence of your crying on his tongue. "But oh, darling one, how pretty you look when you cry. Are you gonna cry more with what I do to you, little princess?" he asks with a mocking little pout, before kissing back down your neck.

You've always been a bit of a sensitive girl, everyone knows this. The smallest hint of frustration or anger to you, or even words spoken to you all in jest send you easily into tears. What you were not expecting was for them to be met with something other than the typical annoyed shushing you are used to receiving when you begin to cry.

Soon, Gwayne is kneeling before you, and pulling your wet smallclothes down. His lips pepper light kisses along your soft inner thighs, teasing you once more. "So wet...all for me, little princess?" he asks before nudging his nose against your bud, making you jolt with pleasure. He inhales your sweet scent. 'The scent of a wet virgin', he thinks crudely to himself.

You keep yourself propped up with your arms, and you look down at him between your thighs. Both of your legs have been thrown over his shoulders, and the instinct to wiggle your core closer to him grows. With a knowing gaze, Gwayne looks up at you with a smirk, before his tongue darts out and he dives in.

He eats you like a starved man.

His tongue licks stripes along your core, lapping up your arousal hungrily. His mouth works expertly, and all you can do is sit there helplessly and moan. Your little squeals and high-pitched whines sound adorable to him, and he laughs against your cunt. The vibrations, of course, make you jump again.

"My my, little niece, aren't you quite the sensitive one? Is your cunny as sensitive as your heart, hm?" he teases, as he continues to lick and suckle you. You cannot respond, too incapacitated by the pleasure his mouth brings you. It is nothing like you've ever felt before. Even your pillow or your hands don't feel as good as this.

"U-Uncle, uncle Gwayne, it feels s'good," you practically babble out as the lewd sounds of him slurping against you echoes around the sept. Your hand comes down to grip at his auburn hair, tugging him closer to your cunt. You care not anymore if this depravity is sullying a holy place, or if the gods watch with disapproval. There's always time to repent, after all.

The little pain you yanking his hair brings him makes him groan against your puffy folds, adding only to the stimulation you feel. "Yeah? Feels good? Oh, baby, you have no idea..." he murmurs, leaving you a little confused at his choice of words.

But you soon find out what exactly he means.

His mouth moves to focus only on your sensitive bud, sucking on it gently while he introduces two fingers to your wet folds. His fingers dance along your slit, dragging up and down in a slow, almost torturous manner.

You cry and squirm against him, greedily pushing his face right against your cunt. He heeds your signal, and finally pushes his fingers inside your velvety walls.

The stretch and feeling of something penetrating you are new and utterly foreign, but with the added stimulation his mouth still gives, the uncomfortableness of it all soon washes away to make room for pleasure. He begins pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly, careful to not hurt you as he works you open.

Once he is sure you are ready, only then does he move his fingers faster. Your thighs squeeze around his head with the intensity of it all, and he has to wrench them back apart. "I can't move if you're trying to block me, sweetling," he chuckles, earning a sheepish "sorry" from you.

As he continues his ministrations, his fingers finally brush against and find that spongy sweet spot hidden up you. He begins to nudge against it with his fingertips, making you gush your arousal all over his face. You've never felt such an intense and yet wonderful feeling in your life, and soon you find it all beginning to build up and crescendo.

His free hand massages and strokes your hips gently, and rubs circles over your belly a little, just to soothe you. He can feel your walls tightening up, and how your thighs tremble and shake around his head. "You can do it, baby, you can do it. Go on, sweet niece," he coos, finally sending you over the edge.

With a loud cry, you tremble and feel such intense pleasure crashing over you like the waves during a tumultuous seastorm. You chant his name, worshipping him as if he were a god.

Once your peak washes over you, you slump against the base of the statue of the Mother. Gwayne promptly stands, his mouth and chin dripping with your juices. "You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. Perhaps I should have you every night instead of wine." he smiles, before thumbing stray tears that rest on your flushed cheeks away.

He wipes his mouth with his forearm, before kissing you once more. You can taste yourself on your tongue. "I have to go now, sweet one. Pray to the gods for me, will you? And when I come back, we can pray together again. Wouldn't you like that?" he grins, cupping your face in his hands.

A knowing smile forms on your kiss-swollen lips as you understand the insinuations of his words. As he rides off to fight your brother's war, you will remain praying in the sept, longing for the day he will return and come to pray with you again.

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