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[injazzclub]

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒

[lecialucille]

New Camera Strap ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[lachatalovematcha]

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🍇☘️🌈(๑╹ω╹๑)🍇☘️🌈ありえない ⭐️🍎🌈神の仕業に恋の過ち 忘却は愛しさの出口⭐️🍎🌈忘れてよ 私のことを 愛したのは🎈⭐️🌈一瞬の本能の迷いあなたに巡り会えた☀️🌈🍎用意されたシナリオ🍮🎀⭐️Ｔｈａｎｋ Ｙｏｕ ♡🍮🎀⭐️誰にも何も🎈⭐️🌈

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[miracle-negative]

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[tithsokphanny31]

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[sugarcandydoll]

here's how i imagine myself as deer!reader based on @princessbrunette 's fics hehe ♡🦌💕 feel like deer!reader would sew her own clothes sometimes hehehe! ♡🏹 n it'll always turn out sooo cute considering she just collected snippets of cloth n lace etc etc n sewed it into smth so cute!!

pics not mine ♡ n deer!reader belongs to @princessbrunette ♡🧸 n header by @dollywons ♡🧁

[sunniewr]

࿙๋ ⠀ ࿙࿚⠀🍈 ᪲᪲⠀ : ꯭◯⃘⠀⠀ᧉֵᥙ⠀ᧉֵ𝖘ּ𝓹꯭ᧉֵʳᧉֵꪱ⠀ ۪ׅ ⠀░⠀ ݁ ⠀༚ —

.⠀♡ִ̈⠀⠀ིׅ☁️ ᪲᪲⠀𝗍⍺்݀֔𝗇𝗍𝗈᪾⠀𝓹꯭𝗈᪾𝗋⠀⠀󠀫ּ⠀󠀫⠀⍺݀֔𝓵ׅ𝗀ᥙᧉֵ𝗆⠀狼藍ֺ

𓊆⠀⠀󠀫꯭𝇂𝄃𝇃꯭⠀󠀫꯭ּ⠀󠀫꯭𝇃꯭𝄃⠀󠀫꯭▀꯭▔꯭ּ⃨⠀󠀫꯭⠀󠀫꯭ֹ⠀󠀫꯭𝇃𝅛⠀𔑀⠀.⠀꒱⠀⠀ׂ ⠀ֵ⠀⠀𖧋⃘⠀ׂ🚜்⠀

ᥴ𝗈᪾𝗆𝗈᪾⠀᥎𝗈᪾ᥴê,⠀𝗆ᥱ᪾ᥙ⠀ ˚ ݂⠀ᵇᥱ᪾𝗆!⠀▓⃔⠀࿙๋࿚⠀🧾ུ ְ⠀♥︎

[visualcve]

for the ask game ><

🤍 — what are your love languages VS. your s/o’s? How do you show theirs and how do they show yours?

💍 — what are some songs that makes you think of them?

🍒 — do you have any inside jokes with your s/o or funny scenarios?

💭 — who was the first person you told after getting with your s/o?

　　　　　　　　 𝓢HIFTING　ASK　GAME　　ᡣ𐭩

this might not be much but i was lowkey exhausted after school & didnt nap after like i usually do... so not much of a yapfest ( maybe in the other ones!! ) but enjoy ♡

🤍 — what are your love languages vs. your s/o’s? How do you show theirs and how do they show yours?

ꪆ୧ my love languages are physical touch && quality time, while harry’s is acts of service && physical touch. i show harry love by helping him with things that matter to him, whether that be taking care of small or big tasks, doing chores, etc. just being there whenever he needs support. i do small gestures throughout the day, subtle hand touches, random hugs, and small cheek kisses when i get the chance. honestly the same can go to harry too, the sneakily hand holding whilst in class, laying his head on my shoulder, a reassuring hug when he knows i need it sometimes, and randomly playing with my hair while reading in the common room. he knows i value our quiet moments together, where we don’t have to say anything but just enjoy each other’s company.

💍 — what are some songs that makes you think of them?

ꪆ୧ songs that remind me of harry are ;

“Out Like a Light” by The Honeysticks, Ricky Montgomery. this song reminds me of him during out 5th year at hogwarts, still in our slow burn phase SADLY but, “love me in spite.” wanting to love me even though in spite of our #issues

“Ever Seen” by Beabadoobee. had a dream once about him and he told me i had pretty eyes, so then this song came on the day after and it IMMEDIATELY reminded me of him. actually had me giggling and squealing that i then scripted in as a scenario ☹️ my baby </3

“John Wayne” by Cigarettes After Sex. mm lord how do i explain this one.. hm… well let’s start with this song automatically reminded me of him because i feel like. he’d be so awkward when confessing, like ���he’s got so much love for her, but he doesn’t know what to do.” && “baby, he’s got to be crazy. living like john wayne,” ?!?!!?? speaks volumes that he would be scared of ruining our friendship but would risk it anyways because he deeply cares for me in a way nobody can explain </3 this boy i SWEAR.

🍒 — do you have any inside jokes with your s/o or funny scenarios?

ꪆ୧ a funny scenario i scripted in with harry is that we’re in potion class and snape gave a complicated potion to make and well, that goes wonderfully! (no it doesn’t)(i was getting glitter out my hair for a week)

i questioned harry in a concerned tone, “are you sure this goes in..?” harry then chuckled slightly. “i’m sure it goes in, let’s just try it.” i complied, with a shaky hand i added the last ingredient. but to our surprise, it didn’t do anything. “well that’s odd,” harry whispered, glancing at the instructions. “it should’ve been started bubbling by now.” i peered at the potion, which looked as dull and unimpressive as when we’d first started. “did we miss something? maybe it’s one of those ‘don’t do it too fast’ things?” harry then shrugged, still glancing at the instructions. “maybe,” he looked closer at the instructions, seeing if we missed something. “we did everything right—” before harry could finish, all you could hear was a loud boom. everyone whipped their heads towards our station, a jet stream on gold glitter shooting straight into the air. the entire class just stared, hermione’s eyes widened as ron started slightly laughing as i scrambled back, falling down on the floor. i barely dodged the falling glitter as it fell down on me. it was everywhere; on my hair, my robes, even in my eyes. harry holding back his laugh, as i sat on the floor wiping my face. “that is not funny, harry.”

💭 — who was the first person you told after getting with your s/o?

ꪆ୧ hermione and alvida! my actual pookies i love them sooo much, they’re the first two i told after i got with harry <33 i know they PRAYED for times like these, like they were so ready for it to finally happen. you know those glances your friends give eachother when that person comes around, that’s literally them sigh

@visualcve

note ♡ here is the link to the dr s/o ask game ! i have three more asks to do which ill get to tomorrow ( might do two post for it ) but yeahh! thank you for sending in asks i lav you guys 🫶 these help me connect to my dr and motivates me to shift so i enjoy doing these!! ^_^

[hyunsvngs]

Juno ... I want to kiss chan so bad. like I want to kiss him so much other people would think we were trying to eat each other. like ... probably so much drool it's actually gross. also like. dry humping him while we do it ?? god. what a man. I want to ruin him for anyone else

-🌻

yeah yyyyyyeah yeha.

messy sloppy make outs with chan… him pinning you to the couch and pulling away so just his tongue is in your mouth, licking over your teeth and sucking on your tongue messily. the spit is covering both of your chins and his plump lips are incessant, hips bucking into yours.

and what’s messier than your mouth is your pussy, dripping through your cute little panties but he’s still just kissing and grinding on you, messy tongues running over eachother. you can’t think, brain filled with clouds and everything fuzzy and soft and your daddy’s being so so mean, biting your bottom lip between his and groaning when you whimper at the feeling.

“y’want it?” chan asks, voice hoarse and gravelly from the lack of talking and you nod frantically, canting your hips up into his jeans impatiently. he runs a hand beneath the shirt of his that you’re wearing, thumb rubbing over your nipple, and he just hums. “kiss me a little while longer, sweet girl. just kiss daddy a little longer and i’ll give you what you want.”

[buunyhaeven]

૮๑ˊ ꒳ ˋ๑ა OOooh, to be in Susan Wheeler's storybook~!

[dearestmerchant]

˚₊‧꒰ა"Nothing had ever been right

'Til I saw his golden light

I wanted to sleep 'til I met you

Now I'm alive" ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[injazzclub]

oie⠀⠀!! ⠀⠀só ⠀⠀passando⠀⠀ para ⠀⠀avisar⠀⠀ aqui⠀⠀ que⠀⠀ agora ⠀⠀eu ⠀⠀também⠀⠀ farei⠀⠀ usernames⠀⠀&⠀⠀moodboards⠀⠀ podem ⠀⠀mandar⠀⠀ pedidos⠀⠀ de⠀⠀ quiserem⠀⠀ ♡🌻

hey⠀⠀!! ⠀⠀just ⠀⠀stopping⠀⠀ by⠀⠀ to⠀⠀ let⠀⠀ you ⠀⠀know ⠀⠀that ⠀⠀I'm⠀⠀ also⠀⠀ going ⠀⠀to ⠀⠀create ⠀⠀usernames ⠀⠀and⠀⠀moodboards. ⠀⠀you⠀⠀ can ⠀⠀send⠀⠀ me⠀⠀ requests⠀⠀ if ⠀⠀you ⠀⠀want⠀⠀ ♡🌻

[lecialucille]

☆ ＊ ¸* . ˖ ✦マイメロディ☆ ＊ ¸* . ˖ ✦

[lachatalovematcha]

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[fadeintoyou1993]

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[darlingofvalyria]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine. But we're doing shots."

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

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

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

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

He knows that dress.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not if she wants it."

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

Aegon snorts when Qoren smacks Jason's head.

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

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

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

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

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

Not going to follow?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was one of the reasons you broke up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BLOCK HIM: i'm sorry.