#including half of my house ❤️

[partypoopur]

for those who care i am obsessed with minecraft

and creepers are my favourite even though thwyre so annoying STAY AWYA FROM EMY HOUSE. STAY AWAY!!!!FROM YM HOUSE.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wicked Games 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your phone wakes you. The room tilts as you open your eyes. A dull hammering thrums in your temples. The morning light makes your brain rough as sand paper. 

Dregs of vodka stick to your dry tongue. The hangover weighs you down like an anchor. Just the thought of moving hurts. 

You reach blindly for your jittering phone. Bubbly music tinkles from the speaker. Shit. It's Barrett. What did he forget this time? 

You answer and put your clammy palm to your forehead. You squint at the ceiling then your eyes slowly round. Where the fuck are you?  

"Hey, babe. You at Wendy's?" Your husband asks. 

You gulp and peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth. This isn't Wendy's house. 

"Yep," you croak. Your eyes ping side to side. 

"Look, I'm sorry about last night. Things got heated and I know I was an ass--" 

You cough as you sit up in the strange bed. "Yeah, you were." 

"So why don't you come home and we can talk it out." 

You peer around the room and your lips curve in a frown. Where the hell would you go besides home your loyal best friend's? You scratch you scalp and turn your legs over the edge of the bed, "let me get myself together." 

"Babe. Please. I'm sorry." 

"When I get home." You hang up.  

It was a hell of fight. The minute he started yelling, you bailed. He knows better. You're not doing a ten hour day and coming home his nagging. So you left out your coffee mug. Big deal. You didn't say anything about the garbage bag he left out to be torn apart by raccoons. 

Whatever. Fighting over dishes. Not of it matters right now. 

Your clothes are on the floor. Someone's floor. Who it is is far from the point. You stand and stagger. You catch yourself on the nightstand. Your hand moves instinctively between your legs. 

You're naked and tender. Did you have sex? 

Think! You ran out with your purse. You went to Wendy's. She was up for a night out. A night to forget and body did you. First drink, second, third, then it gets blurry.  

Fuck! You didn't. You wouldn't. You're pissed at your husband but you wouldn't cheat on him. You're not that type of person. Right? 

You don't have time for that. You have to get out of here.  

You dress as you search the room. It's tidy. Half the bed is mad and the other half messed from your drunken slumber. 

You shake out your hands trying to shoo away the flurry of guilt and denial. Just get out. You'll think better with some coffee in your system.  

You push down the door handle slowly. You listen to the silence of the hall. You tiptoe out warily, checking left and right as you advance. It's a nice place. A condo. Much nicer than your cramped one bedroom. 

Not important! 

You come out into the spacious front room. It's as empry as the rest of the place. The kitchen too. The bathroom. No one. 

Your purse is by the door. Your shoes too. You grab both and let yourself out. You'd rather not face your mistake. 

No, you didn't do anything. You wouldn't. 

You hurry down the hallway to the elevators. You don't look back, just keep going. You don't think, just go. 

It isn't until you're outside the familiar cafe marquee that your let your mind settle. You enter and join the queue. Your order a black coffee and drink it at a stool by the window.  

You lean your elbows on the high table that stands inside the pane. You take a slow, savouring swig of coffee and let it trickle down your throat. You shield your face from the New York morning and put your hands over your ears. 

You can't remember anything but Wendy. Your anger had you ordering round after round, trying to drown out the bile. The thought makes your stomach lurch and you gulp thickly. 

You shake your head and groan. Your phone chirps. It's probably Barrett. Several messages from him and missed calls. All through the night. It's bad enough you betrayed him, you had him up worrying. 

No, you didn't! 

It can't have happened if you don't remember it. A generous stranger took you home so you didn't wake up on the curb. That's it. 

That's the story. Nothing happened. And you'll let Barret believe you were with Wendy. It won't make a difference. 

Your mind is set. Nothing happened. 

Nothing. Happened. 

Because you don't remember. Because you were too drunk to do that. Because you're married and it can't happen. 

You're going to finish your coffee and go home. Everything will be just like it was before... after you tell Barrett where to put that coffee mug if it's such a big deal. 

[hallietblr]

my favourite birthday girl | j.fisher x reader

request: i would like to request can it be where jere and i are best friends and its my bday belly and conrad throw a surprise bday party for me at the becks beach house and jeremiah & i go upstairs and we go in his bedroom he confesses that he liked me since last summer and i have my first time with jere trying different sex positions like hes on top of me and im on top of him riding him & doing cowgirl style position lots of kissing can it be smut/angst and is it okay if i include my name and if not you can do y/n thanks babe❤️❤️❤️❤️🫶🏻🥰

a/n: i fricking LOVE this!! i had so much fun writing it and i hope you all enjoy!

warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), oral (fem! receiving), swearing, alcohol consumption, and jeremiah being a total sweetheart

—

the sun was shining brightly through the windows of my bedroom, the morning breeze coming through smelling of sea salt. i flutter my eyes open, taking in the warmth of the summer. i reach for my phone that was charging by my bed side. the moment the lockscreen wakes, it’s full of birthday messages.

i feel myself smile as i go through the individual texts from all my friends back home in maine. i respond to them all, thanking each of them for the kind and loving messages.

after doing so, i finally decide that it’s time for me to get out of bed. i stretch out the slumber from my body before crawling out of the warm bed. i grab my phone and my bluetooth speaker and head over to my bathroom to start my birthday right.

cruel summer by taylor swift starts playing loudly as i pull off my pajamas, which was in reality one of jeremiah’s old t-shirts. i decide to text my friends to see what the plans were for the day, assuming they had something in mind.

—

SUMMER GANG☀️🌊🫶

y/n!

goodmorning guys!! what are the plans for today?

stevie:

con and i are going fishing at the pier today

belly <3:

i told my mom that i’ll go to the store with her today!! sorry girl!

y/n!:

that’s fine haha have fun! tell laur i said hi:)

j:

i should be available today i think

connie:

i thought ur coming fishing?

stevie:

yeah!! boys trip!!

belly <3:

wow i’ve nvr seen us all so busy lol

j:

wdym it’s a regular day

connie:

nvm mom says u need to clean ur room jere

stevie:

LOL

belly <3:

so true, it’s gross jeremiah

j:

shut upp

urs isn’t any better bells

belly <3:

:(

y/n!:

stop being mean j

—

i close my phone, a bit disappointed that it appeared that all my friends forgot about my birthday. i try to shake it off and assume that they’re all busy, so remembering a birthday isn’t that big of a deal.

i step into my shower, washing my hair with my coconut shampoo and conditioner, lathering my body with body wash, and shaving every inch of my body. i sing to taylor swift as i shower, feeling my muscles relax in the warm water. i dry myself off with a towel and pull on a cute purple summer dress that i had gotten earlier last week.

after putting on some makeup and doing my hair, i figured that i was ready to go downstairs to see my family. at least they would remember my birthday.

you only turn seventeen once, plus laurel, susannah, and my mom always told me that seventeen is an amazing year.

my mom was preparing my favourite smoothie bowl when i got to the kitchen. her face lit up after seeing me turn the corner and a smile drawn up her face, “happy birthday, my babygirl!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a tight embrace.

i hug her back, “thank you, momma!”

she hands me the beautiful smoothie bowl, “here you go, sugar! let me go get you your presents!”

my mom scurries away to her office before returning with multiple gifts all wrapped up in colourful gift wrap. she places them on the kitchen island before sitting down beside me.

i was already half way done my breakfast when my dad and baby sister came into the kitchen.

“happy seventeenth, babydoll” my dad grins, planting a kiss on my forehead, “i can’t believe how grown up you are already.”

“happy birthday sissy!” my four year old sister yells, hugging my leg. i ruffle her hair, thanking the both of them.

my mom urges me to open up the presents, she had always been a huge gift giver — seeing people’s reactions were her favourite thing. i open the sealed boxes, revealing lululemon clothing, a new ipad, gorgeous jewelry, and some makeup products that i’ve been wanting to get.

“mom!” i exclaim, in shock of the overwhelming amount of gifts, “you didn’t have to!”

“oh, honey,” she coos, brushing my hair, “it’s your seventeenth birthday! of course i had to, do you like them?”

i look at her with my mouth opened agape, “yes, yes! of course i love them all! you know me so well, thank you!”

my arms wrap around my mom, squeezing her tight.

“my first baby,” she whispers into my ear so my sister, lindsay, doesn’t hear her, “i love you with my whole heart.”

i finish up the rest of my breakfast, while also admiring my new items. my dad also takes a few photos of us, most likely to post on his facebook page later. luckily, i look decent right now.

“eat up,” my dad says to me, “your friends are probably waiting for you.”

i shrug, “they’re all busy today.”

my mom turns to me with a raised eyebrow, “seriously? do you want me to call susannah?”

i shake my head quickly, “no! it’s alright, really.”

“i’m sorry, baby” my dad squeezes my shoulder, “you can hang out with us today.”

i give him a small smile, “that sounds good.”

the rest of the day was uneventful, well not exactly. it was moreso just a typical day for us. my sister and i went swimming in our pool, i watched tv with my parents, and scrolled through my phone a ton. i really didn’t want to confront my friends about them forgetting my birthday, it would’ve been immature was what i told myself. it’s not like i’m six anymore.

i was laying on my bed when i received a text message.

—

j:

heyy pretty

wanna come over? we just came back from fishing 🎣

y/n!:

sure :)

j:

awesome! see you soon!!

also wear something nice ;)

y/n!:

why?

j:

not that you don’t always look nice!!!

my mom wants to take photos or smt lol

y/n!:

oooook

—

my brows furrow in slight confusion of the request but i shrug it off. i get up from my laying position and go to my closet to find something ‘nice’. i find a black satin slip dress that i brought from back home, i figured this would be nice enough. i put it on and look at myself in front of my mirror.

i smooth down the material of the dress, checking how it looks from the side and from behind. i silently pray that jeremiah would like it, i’ve overheard him, conrad, and steven talk about how jeremiah is an ass man multiple times — considering how the satin material of the dress perfectly fits my bum, i’m convinced he’ll appreciate it.

i grab my phone, sunglasses, and my favourite lip gloss before heading downstairs. i see my parents cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie together with my sister fast asleep in the space next to them.

i slide on my white converse and head over to them, “i’m going over to the fishers.” i tell them. they smile and remind me to have fun and to be home by two am.

the walk over to the fisher summer home is brief, a quick five minute walk. them living only two houses over from mine always came in handy. i open up the front door before my vision became black.

“do you trust me?” he says, jeremiah’s hands clamped over my eyes.

“if you ruin my mascara, j, i might cry.” i joke, “yes, i do trust you.”

“okay, good.” i can hear his infamous smile in his voice, “come with me.”

he guides me slowly through the house, his hands still over my eyes. jeremiah lifts them off and it takes me a moment before noticing all the decorations put up around the kitchen. there are streamers hanging from the walls and across the ceilings, so many pretty balloons in every corner of the room, a huge ‘happy birthday’ sign hanging on the cupboards.

my hand flyes to clamp over my open mouth, “oh my god!”

steven, belly, laurel, susannah, and conrad all jump up from their hiding spot behind the kitchen island.

“surprise!” they all scream out. i smile widely, taking in everything,

“you guys!” i gush, as im being pulled into a hug from jeremiah, “thank you!”

his muscular arms hold me and he plants two kisses on my hair, “did you really think we forgot your birthday, pretty girl?”

i laugh, “well maybe! you guys are forgetful sometimes… like the time you forgot belly and i at the walmart!”

he rolls his eyes playfully, “oh shush, that was one time!”

“we never forget birthdays here.” susannah giggles before also hugging me, “happy birthday my gorgeous and beaming girl.”

everyone takes their turn in hugging me and wishing me a happy birthday. i thank each of them individually, the smile never leaving my face once.

“who planned this?” i ask laurel, who was carefully pulling out the birthday cake from the fridge.

“it was all belly and connie’s idea” she smiles, “now go sit!”

i take my seat next to jeremiah and steven before laurel brings the cake with seventeen candles on it in front of me. they all sing happy birthday to me and i close my eyes to make a wish.

every year since i was five years old, my birthday wish has been the same. not even just for my birthday, anytime i saw a shooting star, or tossed a penny in a fountain, or honestly any other occasion that required making a wish — it has always been the same.

it was wishing for jeremiah to notice me in the same way that i see him. it’s all i’ve ever wanted, as stupid as it can get.

i blow out all the candles and susannah cuts up the cake into slices before serving it to everyone. belly reminds me of all the birthday presents that they had gotten me, and to open it later.

after cake, susannah and laurel agree to leave the home to go to a cocktail bar so that the kids can have the house to themselves for a few hours. more teenagers from cousins start showing up, all of them wishing me a happy birthday as they come in.

drinks are being served, music is playing loudly off the multiple speakers scatter around the home, beer pong matches are being played by the pool, people dancing.

jeremiah stays next to me for the whole night, we chat with a few of our friends while sipping our seltzers.

“do you wanna go upstairs for a bit?” jeremiah says to me in a hushed tone, “y’know, to get away from this?”

i nod, “yeah, for sure.”

he smiles, taking my hand into his own and guiding me through the crowd and up the stairs. we walk to his bedroom, he closes the door behind me and locks it. jeremiah places his drink on his dresser and offers to put mine next to it, i agree and soon we’re both seated on his bed.

we make small talk, him asking about my birthday so far as he rummages around in his desk drawer. he sits back down beside me, facing me. he places a small velvet box into my hands,

“open it, my favourite birthday girl.” he smirks, looking into my eyes. his hand was on my thigh and i can feel myself blushing.

i think i can get lost in his ocean eyes, they’re so beautiful and full of life. i smile and carefully open it, inside was a gorgeous golden ring with a large (what im assuming was a fake) diamond on it.

“j…” i gasp, lifting the ring out of its box and admiring it, “this must have costed a fortune.”

he shrugs, “anything for you, look on the band.”

i bring the ring closer to my eyes and see that there’s an engraving on the inside of the band.

in love with my best friend <3

my jaw drops, “jeremiah?”

i look up at him, our eyes interlocking. he slowly nods, “i love you, y/n — i’ve always have, i thought it was a childhood crush and i don’t think i really realized until last summer that i truly do love you.”

“can i?” he asks, taking the ring from my hand. i nod and he carefully slips it onto my finger before being it to his lips and kissing it.

i pull him into a kiss, my hands rested on his cheeks and his on my waist. he kissed back almost immediately. my hands move down to his built chest and gently push him down onto his back, our lips never leaving each others. i adjust my legs so im straddled on him,

“i’ve always loved you too.” i whisper against his lips, he smiles into the kiss and kisses me harder.

his fingers fiddle with the edge of my dress, hands sliding up and down the back of my thighs before squeezing my ass slowly, “god, i couldn’t take my eyes off of you in this dress. it makes your body look so fucking good.” jeremiah groans.

i lower my crotch onto the evident tent in his pants, he gasps at the contact while slowly grind my hips on his.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me come in my pants.” he moans into my ear as i flip my hair onto one side. i bring my face to his jawline, kissing it and licking the soft skin. his hands tighten around my ass and i moan at the contact.

his hand slips under my dress and to the lace material of my thong, his finger slide underneath the band of it. he lifts it before letting it go, the snap of my underwear against my skin making me moan louder.

“sit on my face,” he tells me in a low voice, i feel myself getting even more wet and excited at the tone of it, “let me give you another birthday gift.”

he lifts me by the waist and moves me so my core is hovering above his mouth. i grab onto his head board while jeremiah slowly moves the lace material to the side and lowers me onto his face.

i gasp loudly when his tongue licks a long stride between my folds. he moans into me, “fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.” he mumbles against me, the vibrations causing me to throw my head back in pleasure.

jeremiah dips his tongue into me, licking up all the juices and tracing figure eights against me. i squeeze the headboard tighter, becoming a moaning mess quickly. his tongue is magic. he fucks me with his mouth, my thighs shaking around his head,

“shit, jere.” i cry out, feeling my high coming closer. his hands squeeze my ass yet again before landing a smack on my left ass cheek. i moan loudly in response, my body flowing with immense pleasure, “fuck, i’m gonna come!”

he never slows his tongue as i feel my orgasm come crashing down on me. waves of pure pleasure crashing down. jeremiah licks up every last drop as i slowly come down from the high. i move myself down from his face and back down towards his groin. i lean down to kiss his passionately, tasting myself on his lips,

“holy shit, i can eat you out all day long.” he says to me as his hands fumble with his pants. he kicks off his pants and boxers. his erection slaps his lower abdomen and i drool at the sight of it. it’s huge, red tip begging for attention and veins pulsating on the sides of it.

i move to give him a blowjob but his grip on my waist prevents me from moving, “it’s your birthday.” jeremiah tells me, “you can give me head another time.” he winks

my hips position themselves above his thick and veiny cock and i lower myself onto it. he fills me up perfectly and we both moan loudly at the same time. every inch of him inside on me as i bottom out.

i slowly start rocking my hips against him, both of us becoming a panting mess. his hands never leave my hips, lifting me and slamming me back down onto his dick.

“you feel so good, baby” he praises, “you tight pussy feels amazing around me, fuck”

i continue riding him, my hands tangled up in his hair, pulling it which makes him moan.

“i- i think your cock was made for me.” i whisper in his ear before kissing him harshly.

he smirks, “oh yeah?”

and i nodded feverishly before he flips us around so im on my back and his on top of me, “sorry baby, i want to be in control now”

he pulls out almost entirely before slamming himself back in, the new position making him hit me even deeper than he was before. he thrusts harder and deeper, my back arches and i grab onto the sheets beside me, “fuck i’m close” i cry

“me too, hold on.” he continues fucking me, littering kissing on my face and neck. i can feel my inner muscles squeezing around him which makes jeremiah groan, “i’m fucking gonna come.”

“let it go.” he encourages me, his thumb going down to start abusing the bundle of nerves. almost immediately, i feel myself orgasm. my legs tightening around his waist and i feel him finish inside of me. he releases a series of curse words as he fucks us both through our orgasms.

a few moments after he pulls out and rolls next to me. we’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch our breaths, “holy shit” i pant out, looking over at him.

he grins, “that was amazing.”

“beyond amazing.” i repeat and he laughs,

“fuck, i should’ve asked you this before.” he says, reaching over to cup my face, “will you be my girlfriend, y/n?”

i blush, “yes, a hundred times yes!”

—

taglist! @randomaccountworld123 @bxbyyyjocelyn @20nugs @jeremiahxaesthetic

[sapphlopods]

This will be one of the hardest things I ever have to do, but I need help even though I hate asking for it.

Please help me escape my homophobic and financially abusive parents. More under "Keep Reading"

I'm Chaim, and ever since I graduated high school, I’ve lived with my parents. Australia has an incredibly bad housing crisis, and it’s nearly impossible for me to move out without friends or roommates who have a pre-established house, which I have none. 

Over the course of the past 4 years, I have watched my father devolve into this angry right-wing conspiracy theorist who thinks all “Wokes” should d1e. He has no idea I’m a lesbian as I fear for what he will do if he ever finds out. 

My mother has a range of health issues, in 2022 she had a heart attack, and this year, she was diagnosed with brain and kidney cancer, which she is in and out of hospital for. Her financial assistance has been delayed over and over, we still need to wait 2 months to get help. 

So, my household's only income is from my father and me. My father has an incredibly bad gambling, drinking and tobacco addiction, he goes through a pack of 30 cans and a pack of 30 cigarettes in 2 days. Tobacco and alcohol are heavily taxed here and are upwards of $60+ each; that’s $120 every 2 days, he earns $1600 fortnightly and spends roughly $840 of it on just his addictions; that’s more than half his pay, and that isn’t including the horse races he bets on. 

That leaves me to pick up the slack on groceries, rent, my mother's medicine and lend them money when Dad “overspends” at the pub. My father would rather starve than lessen his addictions a bit so we can afford to stay in our house and have food to eat. 

This has been happening for years even before my mother fell so ill she couldn’t work but it's gotten worse. I do not want to leave my mother, but she will not leave my father no matter what since she sees nothing wrong with what he does. I’m tired of being nothing more than a piggybank and a maid to my parents since I will never be able to move out when all my money goes towards keeping a roof over our heads. Even while I was on vacation, they still called me up and asked for money. 

I’ve wanted to move out for a long time, but my situation is getting direr by the day, and I can’t save a single cent to leave like this. I know many problems are going on in the world right now that deserve people’s time more than this so thank you for reading this far. 

If you can spare anything, please send it to my ko-fi. It'll be going towards getting stuff sorted so I can move to my partner Cinna, who lives far away in Chile, but I have no other option now. 11/12

I also have a few items listed on my eBay that people might like, a lot of it is fandom stuff and collector things I have accumulated, I'll be putting more stuff up slowly as I sort through my things preparing to move. https://www.ebay.com.au/usr/sapphlopods

[identifying-cars-in-posts]

A long overdue update:

Hi everyone. Long time no see. I literally have not opened Tumblr since the last time I posted here. Hope everyone is doing ok. Figured I owed y’all an apology and explanation for kinda just vanishing.

First, I did in fact get a car! It’s a 2015 Nissan Versa Note. I don’t particularly like it but a friend gave me a deal on it that I couldn’t turn down. Once my life stabilizes I’m probably going to sell it and buy an old truck, maybe a 70s Ford. I’d love a little sports car or a land yacht but rear wheel drive is a bit impractical for brutal New England winters, and the Jeep really put me in Old American Truck Mode. But yes I have a car now!

Second, unfortunately this is an official notice of hiatus. When I last posted saying I was taking some time off it was because I had just had an incredibly stressful move and did not have the energy to keep this blog up. I figured I’d take some time to get settled in, relax, and then pick this back up after a week or two, but the last month has been really rough - the short version is one of the people I was living with turned out to be a pretty horrendous human being who managed to get everybody living in the house essentially kicked out via sheer drama. Within a month and a half. It’s a long story but tl:dr if you quite literally slander a property manager with heavy unfounded accusations of horrible crimes, they’ll probably bail from the whole situation. And since they’re gone the landlord has to hand ownership of everything over to a company that’s forcing everyone still here to vacate. I’m now fighting to not have to live in aforementioned Nissan Versa through the aforementioned brutal New England winter. On top of that, I’m a retail manager so we’re going into our busiest most stressful season, so that’s been an extra level of exhaustion.

So what does that mean for this blog? Well, as I said, I’m officially going on indefinite hiatus, as are the projects I was working on in relation, including the reference website. I’m really sorry, I’m just way too stressed and dealing with way too much. If I could, I would just hand off administrative power to someone else, but this is a sideblog so I can’t hand off login credentials without also giving access to my main/personal account. It’s my biggest regret of this account, but when I started it I never expected it to blow up the way it did back in September - I had no reason to expect to need it to be its own entirely separate blog. I love what I was doing here and I thought that it might even be a nice distraction from everything going on, but the upkeep required with this blog is just more than I can deal with right now. I hope that things settle down soon and that I can genuinely come back here and enjoy what I was doing, but I just need literally anything to level out in my real life and to not be in 100% survival mode, because at the moment I literally do not have the energy to pour into this.

Anyway. Sorry for the long post, I’m not good at not being overly verbose. I’m really sorry for kind of abandoning this project, and I hope I can get back to it relatively soon, it just might be a while.

In the mean time, I hope those of y’all who I turned onto cars as a potential hobby find some other good outlets! I highly recommend Donut Media’s series “Up to Speed” on YouTube, as well as the channels Regular Car Reviews, Doug DeMuro, Garbage Time, and Aging Wheels. All great YouTube channels that are both informative and very approachable and fun.

Godspeed and much love. Hope to see y’all soon

- Identifying Cars in Posts admin ❤️

[creatingblackcharacters]

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[astrologydayz]

ASTEROIDS IN A SYNASTRY CHART - ROMANTIC/SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP❤️

A MAN'S Sun conjunct/trine/quintile a WOMAN'S Groom asteroid - 5129 = she sees him as the "ultimate" husband here with Sun. His conscious ego match up with what she’s looking 4 in a husband! The way he can make her day brighter, just by him being him, is something she desperately wants2keep for the rest of her life. He can be her a saviour a lot2! His confidence/the way he shines, is something she'll always BE SO FUCKING AMAZED BY!

A MAN'S Moon conjunct/trine/quintile a WOMAN'S Groom asteroid - 5129 = The way he bare his feelings out2her, is something she's so fucking amazed&touched by. The way he open his heart, without holding anything back is something she NEEDS in a husband❤️. She sees him as zaddy material, because of the way he "shows up4her"- emotional security! Look at sign/s/houses&both natal charts 2 see how this will play out exactly❤️.

A MAN'S Mercury conjunct/trine/quintile a WOMANS'S Groom asteroid - 5129 = hubby material, when it comes2 his voice, his mind/mentality, the way he talks&communicates/writing - speaking abilities/his hands&arms2✋🏼💪🏼. He can be her best friend2, someone she can go to with anything, without the fear of being judged! Their minds connect, in a way she's never experienced with anyone before🧡.

SUN conjunct/trine/quintile LUST asteroid - 4386 = Lust person is sexually attracted to Sun person, because of Sun's ego/because of the way Sun person puts themselves 1st/bc of their "nonchalant attitude"! Sun can be some kind of protecter, when it comes 2 Lust person, & lust person finds that hot af! Sun usually won't share what's theirs/or what they're "smashing". Sun person lighted up Lust persons world, after they started a sexual relationship!👄

MOON conjunct/trine/quintile LUST asteroid - 4386 = Lust is sexually attracted to moon, because of who they are on an emotional level/their feelings, & because they provide a safe space4 lust 2 do whatever they want 2 sexually, & still have them feeling comfortable af while doing it. Lust can go inane with what kind of Lust, they have for 4 moon person🫣. they just can't get enough. Crazyyy orgasms4Lust2!! Lust won't just let the Moon person out of their sight. ONE OF THE BEST ASPECTS 2 HAVE IN SYNASTRY, IN MY OPINION!

MERCURY conjunct/trine/quintile LUST asteroid - 4386 = Lust person is sexually attracted 2 Mercury person because of the way their voice sounds, the way they talk + dirty talk included, the way they think - their mentality/. Mercury can make lust cum quick, with their hands/fingers & tongue!👅 Makes sense cuz 99% of the time = Lust is sexually attracted 2 Mercury's arms/hands/&fingers!

VENUS conjunct/trine/quintile KISS asteroid - 8267 = Venus LOVES the way the asteroid person uses their mouth&And tongue 2 create long, loving makeout sessions between them, with a feeling of sacredness hanging in the air afterwards. They kiss Venus with so much care, &moves with so many gentle movements, that it makes Venus question their past kisses. They never knew what a REAL kiss was, until they met the asteroid person💋.

Mars conjunct/trine/quintile KISS asteroid - 8267 = Asteroid person wants 2 be rough with Mars person! Rough makeout sessions, where they give each other marks/half of their apartment ruined/destroy each others clothes while kissing😍. Asteroid person being aggressive towards the Mars person, biting their lip, biting their neck&body - won't stop before they leave something behind - marks💅.

Jupiter conjunct/trine/quintile KISS asteroid - 8267 = Jupiter "teaching"/helping the asteroid person with how 2 kiss/if not how, then helping them out somehow. Jupiter can be the asteroid persons 1st real "kiss". Jupiter teaching them everything they've learned. Kiss person being taught things on a whole other level🥇. "New level unlocked" sirr🤓.

VENUS conjunct/trine/quintile "DOMINIONA" asteroid - 24899 = Asteroid person will always be the dominating force in the relationship, no matter what. Like taking the decisions & so on. Venus can try & butt in, but with no prevail. Venus can actually like this. That they can lean on the asteroid person in&out of bed. Venus know they're protected by Asteroid person, &that's what really matters2them. Asteroid person can love using candle dripping, bondage, cuffs, toys and stuff like that on Venus! But in a way more "loving" way than with Mars, Saturn, or Pluto - examples🕯💋.

MARS conjunct/trine/quintile "DOMINIONA" asteroid - 24899 = A constant battle between two dicks trying to overgrow each other😭😂. But in a good way actually. Asteroid person will always try 2 dominate Mars, but Mars can't be dominated, so they'll dominate back. But asteroid person can't be dominated either, so they'll keep on having this "battle" about who's the "strongest & baddest", but this battle is also what keeps the relationship so goddamn passionate & alive. Big fights, but violent make up sex after. They can use chains, paddles, "flogging", even violence/hard bdsm 2pleasure themselves, & each other𓀃⛓️.

GALATEA asteroid - 74 conjunct Vertex = secret love triangles, that will be brought 2 Vertex person by the Galatea person🙄.

ALMA asteroid - 390 conjunct Vertex = They'll bring Vertex person a soulmate/or they can be that soulmate. Look at everything!!!💜

DNA asteroid - 55555/child asteroid - 4580 conjunct Vertex = Happy mother's/father's day baby!!!🤳

THANKS4READING!!💙

Appreciate u, always💜.

[reallyromealone]

Title: young and beautiful

Fandom: Shrek

Pairing: prince charming x male reader

Warnings: tall strong reader, size difference

Notes: April fools (if you saw this by accident no you didn't ❤️)

☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️

(Name) sighed as he slipped his drink, another ball he was forced to attend as his sister ran off with her husband and played house in a swamp, everyone in far far away that mattered was here including the fairy godmother and her son, woman and men alike fawning over him as (name) just wanted to go back into the palace and avoid this mess.

"Why don't you go talk to the prince?" Queen Lilian tried to urge her son, (name) had no interest in talking to that blond twink as he downed the rest of his drink "oh no, I'm out of wine" he said robotically as he went to the table of wine glasses and ignored the servers with champagne and wine, fully planning on slipping away from it all and go anywhere else, though luck wasn't even remotely on his side as Prince charming locked eyes with him and ignored his fans, (name) knew his game and knew he was going to try and slut his way into a crown.

He wasn't going to allow him to do that, he wasn't going to fawn over this man.

"My~ aren't you handsome" charming said with a low chuckle as he gently touched (name)s bicep but the crown prince had no interest as he stared at him blankly "best you got?" (Name) said as he took another glass, champagne this time and stared at the blond "I am not swayed to pretty words and touches" he said before walking away and charming looked furious at the fact his flirting failed laughably, (name) barely paying him mind.

"You don't get to walk away from me!" He huffed and followed the prince as (name) walked into the palace "can and I will, my palace I can do what I want" (name) said simply and charming glared "why aren't you interested in me?!"

(Name) halted and looked at him "I have seen you a million times, a pretty face who wants a pretty castle and pretty things but no interest in me and use me for my fortune, tell me charming... Would you love me when I'm old? When I'm no longer young and beautiful? Or would you only marry me for wealth?" He asked as he loomed over the bond prince, staring down at him coldly before leaning into his ear and whispering "I'm not going to be swayed by a twink with nice hair, I marry for love not so my partner can treat me like a cash cow"

Charming wasn't sure what to do, no one spoke to him like that and frankly... It was kind of hot.

"And he called be a blond twink!" He seethed to his mother who went over her budget reports "he's always been a prickly prince, sweety" the fairy god mother said lovingly to her son who grumbled as he wandered back to his bedroom and thought about the altercation once more, he was so demanding and serious with him! Calling him demeaning names and looking at him like a common whore.

He wanted more.

(Name) sighed as he worked on his coronation, his parents getting up in years and wanting to retire so he had to make sure it was perfect as it would reflect on him, he needed to have the best start to his rule after all.

"Sweety why don't you take a rest" Queen Lilian tried to urge her son but Howard huffed "leave him be, my love" (name) was always the serious one compared to his sister which said something, the two very different in their attitudes in life and (name) just wanted the kingdom to go in a better direction "will you be... Inviting your sister to the wedding"

"Her and the family are invited yes, it will take them till the coronation to get here" he never met his nieces or nephews but he was curious about them... He never saw an ogre baby.

He didn't see charming till three and a half weeks after the ball, a dinner party this time, the two set right beside each other as Charming looked at the strong king to be, wanting to provoke him to get another one of this reactions again but the other just sighed "why do you insist on my attention? Haven't I already told you?" He grumbled and charming just seemed giddy at the glare "come now, you can't possibly not like me~" he flirted and (name) just looked at him blankly before returning to his meal, the other guests giggling quietly at them, to the others it sounded like an old married couple bickering.

It wasn't until the end of the night when (name) had enough, and dragged charming to a forgotten hallway where the blond grinned but his breath was knocked out when (name) had him pinned to the wall, nose inches from his own "can you kindly fuck off? I know your angle and frankly I'm not impressed by your insistence! You are fully aware I have no intentions of being with someone who is only after the crown and yet you p e r s i s t" his voice cold and deep and he would have pulled away if it weren't for the raging erection that pressed against (name)s thigh "oh dear..." Charming and (name) both looked down and (name) sighed "were you being annoying and such for a reaction due to your degradation kink?" He asked bored and Charming sputtered out some things and looked flustered much to the normally serious kings to be amusement "oh please! Like I would do something like that! What do you take me for?! Some harlot?!"

Things connected for (name), he probably wanted him for the crown at first then realized he was into how blunt and such (name) was and subconsciously seeked out insults once he figured out he liked being put in his place.

It made sense, seeing as he needed attention constantly.

"I just don't understand how she could do something so /tacky/! It's completely disgusting to be wearing such clashing color combinations and think it's fashion!" Charming grumbled as he had his face mask on, doing his nails as (name) read the paper and listened to his husband bitch about what Snow white did, his crown on a pillow on the bedside as was charmings on his side "can you believe it!"

"I can hardly believe it, my dear" (name) mumbled as Charming huffed but knew (name) was listening, he was always listening to the blonds words even if you (name) it was absolute nonsense as he slept on the others broad shoulder and (name) flicked off the lamp that hung on the wall.

"Goodnight my love"

[ghaniblue]

HD wireless recs: weeks 3, 4 & 5

I won't be able to read all Wireless fics until reveals, but I wanted to post at least one more reclist for the creations that I did manage to read/look at/listen to and enjoyed from weeks 3, 4 & 5. ❤️ means favourite. -- creators added after reveals.

>>Recs from weeks 1 & 2 <<

👻 Antelucan Ruins (E, 29k) by @rainjulyx

From the bloody Prophet, Draco discovers Harry Potter’s death splashed in grey ink printed on the front page. Potter is dead before Draco gets to see him again to fulfil a half-spoken promise. And yet, these days Draco has the power to bend the world to his heart’s desires, and that includes fucking Harry Potter even after he personally saw Potter’s pale, lifeless body lying in a coffin before it got buried under the soil.

"Do you realise that you're just as pathetic and insane? You're so hung up on the idea of me that you'd fuck a ghost, Malfoy. You risked your life for it."

Draco puts an arm around Potter's body, "Whoever says I am sane? Certainly not me. It's calculated risk with more success rate than failure. And you are dead, Potter. You refuse to move on to the next realm because you crave for my cock."

I love it when the are unhinged for each other. Not even death can do them part.

❤️🏡 A Quiet Life (T, digital art) by @getawayfox

After their relationship becomes public knowledge; after being hounded by the paparazzi; after Draco says enough is enough and leaves London; Harry’s more than happy to follow.

After all, a quiet life is all he’s ever wanted.

This Draco is so very pretty. Love the casually intimate pose.

👬 The Shape I found you in (not rated, digital art) by @veneficusposts

But your heart was busy within,

Building bomb shelters under your skin.

That's the shape I found you in

The character design is so cute.

❤️🍻 Closing Time (E, 18k) by @sweet-s0rr0w

Draco’s been invited to Neville’s stag party in Bristol, and he's confident he knows what to expect. There’ll be too many Gryffindors, for starters, plus a few humiliating team-building activities, some dodgy clubs, and a truly preposterous level of alcohol consumption. But… a drunken Harry Potter climbing into Draco's bed when he’s having a wank? No, he definitely didn't see that coming…

Such easy prose; effortlessly funny, lovely Drarry sexual tension, and a great Ron, too.

🗞 crawlin' helpless on the floor (M, 1,5k) by @stationintern

It doesn't take much to torment a man when he's three broken contracts away from being out of a job and down a newspaper.

Such a lovely little atmospheric piece; sparse but creates such a mood.

💪 Too Good At Raising Hell (E, 87k) by @the-sinking-ship

When Harry Potter walks into Draco’s nightclub looking like trouble, Draco can’t stop staring. He really ought to train his dick not to react so enthusiastically to red flags, but where would be the fun in that?

This is just fun. There's clubbing, underground fighting, criminal shenanigans and quite a bit of sex.

🏏 Say When (E, 23k) by @lqtraintracks

When Auror Harry Potter is sent in undercover to determine if Draco Malfoy is laundering money through his BDSM club, will he be able to keep up the ruse and close the case? Or, more to the point, will he keep from falling in love?

I haven't read 'undercover at sex club' in ages. Soft Dom!Draco & sub!Harry, and their mutual inability to keep it professional are a great combo.

😴 Perpetual Motion, Perpetual Sound (E, 51k) by @dodgerkedavra

Harry Potter can’t sleep.

This fic surprised me. I thought it was one thing, and then it went in an entirely different direction when the plot kicked in.

🏘 Two Houses (E, 11k) by @tackytigerfic

Two households, both alike in... meddling Floo connections, apparently?

Draco Malfoy is a highly professional and well-respected Ministry official, with a demanding schedule, a loving son, and—through no fault of his own—a faulty Floo connection that keeps regurgitating the Minister for Magic through his fireplace.

Love older Drarry and meddling houses. Made me smile.

🇫🇷 A Case of You by epitomereally - a Podfic (E, ~12h) read by @cailynwrites

Draco was doing just fine working as an Unspeakable in Paris, hanging out with his living and ghostly pals, inventing new spells, and definitely not thinking about Potter. Then, Lucius just had to break out of prison and turn his world upside down.

Now, Draco has to return to England, where he is forced to confront how family ties bind us—and one infuriatingly fit Harry Potter.

I didn't finish the whole podfic yet (12h!), but I like the narrator and what I did manage already was lovely and very easy to listen to.

[loveforquanrui]

your most recent reactions post is so well written, i love it sm you’re such a good author ❤️

i was wondering if i could request a zb1 reaction to moving in with you and what they would do/how’d they act? i understand if not

have an amazing day 😇

hiii anon!! Thank you so much for the compliments and thank you so so much for requesting! :') It really made my day. Sorry I took so long but here it is, I hope you enjoyed it &lt;3

to be with you than alone

제로베이스원 - jebewon (ot8) moving in with you and how they are, gn reader. i did not include yujin because I did not feel comfy writing about him in this topic. There are no disclaimers I believe but let me know if i missed any!

-jiwoong-

caretaker but gives you alone time when needed

as soon as he got your approval to move in with you he was so happy, but tried not to show it

he had been wanting to move in with you for a while now

once he moved in he was already on boyfriend duty 24/7

knows that you have trouble sleeping so he is ready to give you the comfort that you need <3

does chores for you but probably won't do his (he's so in love pls)

ALWAYS wake up first to prepare breakfast for the two of you

in the case that he is busy with schedules he would leave a simple note

constantly tries to take care of you

BUT he does not want to overwhelm you so he lets you be alone sometimes

don't be fooled though, he is sometimes peaking out of the corner of his eye to make sure you are okay

-hao-

always music playing in the background and helpful

when hao moved in with you, you swear you've never heard this much music during your lifetime

there is not one second where you don't hear him singing, practicing his violin, or playing his new songs

you don't mind it ofc!

Hao has such a lovely voice so you are always pleased to hear it

You and Hao decided to split the chores in half so it can be fair to both of y'all

Every night before bed Hao sets up his night playlist and you both fall asleep in each others arms listening to his favorite songs

The playlist is made full of calm songs that remind him of you but he doesn't tell you that, he's too shy to admit

When mornings come you usually do your morning routine in the bathroom but..

by the time you get out to your surprise

the bed is made and Hao is no where to be seen

he was shy AGAIN but he wanted to help

-hanbin-

literal royalty treatment

ever since hanbin moved in, so many worries and stress factors have been lifted off you

chores? what even are chores?

you're not lazy in fact you are used to doing your chores but ever since hanbin moved in, he doesn't let you do them

when night comes, both of you head to the already prepared bed

he'll make sure you are sound asleep first before sleeping himself

like jiwoong he also wakes up first

he wants to prepare anything you could possibly need before you wake up

slippers incase the floor is cold? check! water on the nightstand? check! glasses if you need them? check!

before he moved in your fridge was practically empty but now it's always filled since he wants to make your favorite foods every day

he just cares so much about you and you are his literal royalty so he will be treating you as one

-matthew-

a fun sleepover everyday

when matthew was moving in you remembered the HUGE setup he brought with him

for matthew a pc and a monitor were not enough there was more to his set up

you weren't much into gaming so you just let it slip across your mind as one of his hobbies

while you would clean the house, he would always say

"y/n!! y/n!! come watch this match"

and that's how he got you into playing video games with him

soon enough he was buying you your own set up

your apartment lowkey became a gaming lounge for you and matthew

ofc there was also other hobbies that came with matthew moving in

Strength training was one of them

Boy, does Matt love working out

Matthew slowly began to introduce you to multiple hobbies everyday

There was not a single day that did not feel like a fun sleepover with friends

-taerae-

looking out for you while maintaining pure happiness

taerae is so responsible

he is in charge of buying what is needed or missing in the apartment (he gave himself that role)

he makes sure you are saving your money since he doesn't want you to have any worries

you and him cook together or take turns making meals for each other

he made a secret cabinet full of your favorite things, which he takes out whenever you have a bad day

when you are ready to go to sleep taerae is getting ready to perform for you

he will sing you to sleep

he won't stop singing until are asleep

he knows you love hearing his beautiful voice, since he has noticed that you always fall asleep with a smile on your face

He wants to see you smile and he will do anything to see that beautiful cute smile of yours

-ricky-

change in both of ya'll life

you and ricky living together was like that one episode from F4 Thailand

both of you had to adapt to each other different habits

ricky started to learn how to do things himself but even so you wanted to treat him like a prince so you offered to do stuff for him

For example, cooking? done by you. laundry? also done by you.

to compensate for all the hard work you do for him and yourself

Ricky replaces your own furniture with newer more expensive ones with TWICE the comfort

you both always end up falling asleep at 4am or even later sometimes

why? because ricky is constantly tugging on your arm saying

"y/n let's watch this kdrama"

you had to admit he had some good reccommendations

while adapting to something new was difficult for both of you

you didn't let that come in the way of you having fun with each other

whether that was by watching kdramas or playing dress up in each others closet

you both always remained happy

-gyuvin-

chaos yet surprising matureness

oh gyuvin..

once he moved in you got your first ever noise complaint

it wasn't just because of gyuvin though.. well..

techincally gyuvin made you laugh really hard then there was knocks

there was simply never a moment of silence with the happy bambi now joining your household

if you were gone for longer than five minutes you would hear

"Y/NNN"

"WHERE ARE YOU IM BORED LETS PLAY A GAME"

and there you would go

but to your surprise gyuvin was actually very mature despite what many may believe

when those noise complains came in he apologized and really toned it down for everyone

he helps with any bills you may have to pay and even often pays them for you

he makes sure you are always okay with his presence since he knows people can get drained from his extroverted self

despite his playful nature he is very mature and caring

-gunwook-

respectful and caring

before moving in Gunwook had a strange request

"Let me meet your parents"

he had already met them but he wanted to make sure they were okay with him moving in with you

once he got the approval, similar to Hanbin it was instant royalty treatment

began to keep an extra of your comfort items incase it was needed

Gunwook is very observant therefore he always keeps an eye out for items you may be using

when he sees they are about to be finished

he buys some new ones and tries secretly to hide them

you always act surprise which brings him to cutely jump out behind you to say "See I'm psychic, I already knew what you needed"

Did I mention that your apartment has become a "gunwook cuddle station"

you both are cuddling ALL THE TIME

gunwook cares so much about your comfort that you were always his first priority

Hii guys I hope you all enjoyed. Especially because it’s not my best work but I tried my best <3 also CONGRATS TO ZB1 and HAO ON THEIR AWARDS I LOVE MY JEBIS 🥲🥲

[lunasdreamytreats]

Best kept secrets

Baizhu x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW // !PSUDO STEPFATHER/STEPDAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP! don't like, don't read // modern au // legal age-gap (Baizhu's in his late 30's, reader's in their early 20's) // drinking wine // reader calls their mother 'mama' // petnames (darling, little girl / good girl) // daddy kink (u call him it a few times and he calls himself it too) // mentions of drugs and aphrodisiacs // begging // oral (m+f receiving) // fingering // dumbification // bad writing (was still finding my writing style as i began writing and its not fully proofread)

Word count: 3.5k... (jeez i went crazy)

A/N: HBD MY LOVE 🥰 I love Baizhu sm, been planning this bad boy forever. Please enjoy and make sure to read the warnings carefully and lmk if I missed something ❤️

'How did this happen again?' You ask yourself as you accept another kiss from the man you knew as your stepfather. It feels so wrong, until you remember how your own mother is a cheating gold digger herself. Virtually your whole life up until a year ago had been on the move. Your mother would marry rich men who owned whole companies or company branches and either bankrupt them and leave or cause a scandal so they go out of business and leave. Over 19 years you’ve had a total of 10 stepfathers and you've never been really close with any of them.

As far as you know, the most recent one is the only one out of your stepfathers that has more than one source of income. He owns the only pharmacy in town while also working as a doctor. It must be taking longer to burn through it than normal, you thought, since you're still there.

You feel as if you should be grateful that your mother hasn't ruined it yet, because you've grown fond of life in this family. Your little sister Qiqi absolutely adores you as her big sister. Although your not sure if your mother knows about this, but your stepdad, Baizhu, absolutely loves being able to spend his money on you. Whenever you get off work he'll wait outside for you in the car with your favourite music ready to play. He'd drive around town with you for half an hour before going to pick Qiqi up from school. If you saw anything you wanted while driving, he'd tell you to quickly jump out and buy it with his card.

“Sweetie I don't care how much it costs if you want it I'll gladly get it for you.” Is what he'd say if you tried to protest in any way, in the end, you’ve just accepted it as him wanting to spoil you. Baizhu was very different to any of your other stepfathers, for one, he's making an effort to bond with you..... Oh and he's young, well, young compared to the others. At only 35 when they got married, he was 2 years your mother’s junior and 17 years your senior.

The 4 of you lived a fairly drama-free life up until tonight, when Baizhu came back home after dropping sweet Qiqi off at her best friend Yaoyao's house for her very first sleepover. He came in and asked you to come downstairs and sit on the couch, saying he needed to ask you about something important. You promptly closed the game you were playing and put the controller back, coming down to see Baizhu in the kitchen with a bottle of white wine and 2 glasses.

“Oh? What's the special occasion, Dad?” You asked before sitting back down with him.

“It's about your mother, (Y/N).” You froze slightly, wanting to ask him if anything bad happened to her. However, before you could speak, he placed one of the full glasses of wine into your hand.

"Do you know if she cheated on any of your other stepfathers, like any one of them?"

“Well I don't know for certain, but I've got a feeling she cheated on all of them, including my father.” You lifted the glass of wine up to the light and swirled the liquid around before continuing.

“Right when she leaves them, I found that either their companies crumbled, or they declared bankruptcy. Some less than 6 months after their wedding. It's happened way too many times to be a total coincidence.” Looking over at him, you saw a small sigh leave his lips as his eyes met yours. The low light of the lamps on the wall adjacent to him made his golden irises glow. ‘Oh fuck that's really pretty.... h-hold on a god damn second, that's your stepdad your talking about, dumbass!’ You quickly shook the thought out of your head and took a sip of wine to distract yourself.

“Why'd ya ask?”

“I saw your mother with someone and they were talking about how long until they can run off together....” You always had a feeling she had an accomplice her little scheme, but a whole ass lover all these years? Baizhu leaned forward in order to put the wine glass back on the counter and shifted to face you.

“Thank you for telling me this, my darling.” Eh why the lovey dovey language? He seems to be awfully calm for someone who just found out what a horrible person his wife is.

“Dad.... now that you've caught mama, when do you want us out of here by?”

“Hm? Why would I kick you out, darling?” Again with the darling! Is this really how fathers express their affection towards their children?

“I-I just thought since she's cheating on you, you wouldn't want her or her child arou-!” He's laughing? How? You thought he'd be annoyed. And yet here he is, not only not giving a toss about the current situation, he's laughing at it.... Why?

“Do you think I'd leave my cute, sweet little girl all alone without someone that loves her like I do? No no no darling. Besides, this is the best time to show you something that I've been planning this last year.” What could that be? You wondered. Come to think of it, from his plans for Qiqi's birthday party to things he's overheard at work, he's never kept anything a secret from you. He stood up and retrieved a piece of paper from inside a safe in the wall that he hid behind his back so you couldn't see what was written on it. As he sat back down, you managed to catch a small glimpse of the contents of the paper, you saw your signature there and what you can only assume is Baizhu's, both written in black ink next to each other at the bottom of the page.

'Oh! He must be holding the adoption papers we signed after the wedding'. You had another quick glance at the paper again before he folded it up and set it down on the table.... What?? You must be hallucinating because your pretty sure the words 'certificate of marriage' were at the top of the page. Hang on, if that's a marriage certificate, then why did you clearly see your signature next to Baizhu's?

“Did you see it, my darling?” Baizhu's words brought you back into the moment at hand, oh, that and his hand resting on your waist. The small gesture causing a shiver to shoot up your spine. “You’re my real wife. And you have been all this time.”

“How?” The reality of this situation hitting you like a boulder made your voice go hoarse, coming out like a broken cry. How was he able to hide something so big for so long? “How did I not notice it?”

“I'll be honest, I only got close to your mother so I could be with you, my darling. I knew what your mother was when I saw her, now she's the only one in the dark about it.” Baizhu's voice broke through the stifling silence around us. This is so weird, you’ve always thought your stepdad was a nice man, in personality, heart and looks. And you’ve told your friends about how you'd like your future partner to be like him. So should you go along with it?

“B-But what about the wedding night? Didn't you and mama have sex?”

“Nope, she ran off after the ceremony, I spent the night in your room.”

“W-what!? How the fuck did I not feel you?”

“Not when you've taken the deep sleep elixir I put in your food. I’d put it in whenever I knew your mother was going out for the night.”

“Oh, so that's why I hardly remember those nights.”

“Fuck, you're so cute when you don't know what to make of a situation, darling. I wonder what your reaction is going to be when I do this?” With no warning, Baizhu pulled you closer, onto his lap, and kissed your neck. The bold action made you gasp in shock. While you were distracted, he took the opportunity to catch you off guard again and kiss your lips. The kiss was just as he was, gentle and full of passion, yet demanding. Letting you know that although he’s being gentle, he’s still the one in control. He’s holding you so soft and tenderly, it makes this kiss feel like a natural part of life. Like your forgetting you two had a completely different relationship before...

That's how it came to you and your stepd- no, your husband making out in the open space of the living room. :)

'This isn't wrong. He's my husband.' You told yourself as you kissed him back. The grip his hands have on the flesh of your hips was so soft, as if he couldn't bare the thought of hurting you. Which, in a way, was true. He couldn’t bare the thought of being the reason you were in pain. As the kiss deepened, he felt more comfortable in exploring your body. His hands gently glide up your body before setting on your chest. His hands circle your body to where the dress zipper and bra clasp were.

As his arms pulled you closer, his fingers grazed the bit of exposed skin, making you shiver at the contact. Pulling away from your lips, Baizhu looked at you with love filled eyes and ran his finger over the neckline of your dress before hooking a finger on it and tugging at the fabric.

“My darling, can I?” He asked, rather breathless from the deep kiss. You could only nod in response until you find your voice. That was another way that Baizhu shows he cares, he was patient when you couldn’t get your words out. It was a thing you had struggled with for most of your life. And although it was a small gesture, it was something that mama never bothered to get right.

“Y-Yes daddy~” You managed to whisper a response, your head already felt dizzy and the neck kisses didn't help. Hearing daddy leave your mouth must’ve awakened something primal in him. With a newfound spark of lust in his eyes and a tightened grasp on you, his teeth grazed the skin of your shoulders. You reached behind your back to start unzipping your dress, only for your wrists to be pulled away and held back in one of his hands, while the other pulled the zip down slowly.

“Shhh~ darling, let daddy take care of you now.” An uncomfortable thought came into your head; ‘what if mama came back without warning to see her daughter, clothes slipping off, on her ‘stepdad’s’ lap making out with him?’ But don’t worry, Baizhu has a plan to deal with her if she comes back early. There’s no chance he’d allow this perfect moment to slip through his fingers again. After he pulled the zipper went all the way down, Baizhu started to gently draw circles on your newly exposed skin. The heat building up between your legs was getting frustrating, so you started to rub your clit on Baizhu's thigh to relieve yourself. Until he noticed and gently held your hips in place.

“Darling, I thought you’d let me take over tonight.. you know what happens to bad little girls that don't obey their daddies, don't you, darling?” Baizhu whispered, gently kissing the shell of your ear before continuing, “They. get. punished.” Taping your shoulder blade with each word. Each tap of his finger sent electrifying waves of pleasure down your whole body. You can’t help but lean into his touch, drunk on how quickly you crumbled under his teasing. One thing was for certain, however, the pleasure you felt was unreplicable.

“M'sorry daddy.. don’t punish me, I-I’ll b’good, please..!” You plead, hoping he’d be merciful on you. Since nobody can blame you for being needy. After a few minutes of drawing circles on your back, your dress and bra went flying off you, yelping when the cool air collided with your breasts. Smirking, Baizhu gave your hips a squeeze as his lips left a trail of kisses from your jawline down your chest, before latching onto the hardening nipple. Swirling around it with his tongue, he copied the motion on the other with his fingers, tugging whenever he sucked. All night, Baizhu had been focusing on giving pleasure to your most sensitive spots, like he already had a mental map of where he should focus on.

While your attention was taken up by the stimulation to your breasts, Baizhu let his free hand snake down, across your tummy to settle between your legs. One touch of his slender fingers to your puffy folds sent you jolting forward into his neck with a moan. Thing is, that one touch was only light, nothing much to most people. But to you? Mind-numbing. Actually, you don’t think you’ve ever been this sensitive to anything before.... it’s like your sensitivity to touch became enhanced. Could Baizhu have given you something to do this?

“You like that, don't you, darling? Good girl. Tell me, who’s making you feel this good?”

“Y-You daddy, s’you makin me feel good”

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” With every word, he swiped the pad of his thumb against the nub of your clit. Your hips subconsciously bucked into his hand with newfound lust. Like your body was chasing after his touch after he retracted his thumb. Baizhu's fingers ghosted over the outline of your clit, prodding at your hole. Easing the tip of his index finger inside while holding you steady. When your body relaxed, letting him know you were comfortable with him inside, Baizhu pushed you to the couch so you were laying on your back with him on top. The hand that’d been holding you steady now moved from your lower back to hold your cheek softly, catching any tears that fell over your eyes.

“Fuuck, you're clamping on me so tight.. I’ve barely even started with you, never thought a little foreplay would be all it takes to get you begging for me so soon, darling.” Don’t mind him though, he’s just being all mean and teasing you! He began slowly moving his finger in and out, slightly curving it to graze your soft inner walls. He added a second finger gently, stretching them apart in a scissor motion and continuing to touch places you couldn't dream of being able to touch on your own.

“Fuuck~ ur fingers~ s'deep!” It almost felt uncomfortable, keyword almost. The tender kisses Baizhu left along your body made any kind of discomfort you felt fade away. That is until a strange feeling came creeping into the pit of your stomach. A twisting and churning sensation like a knot threatening to make your insides explode.

“Ha~~! A-Ahh! D-Daddy, feels weird..!”

“Oh? A weird feeling, you say? That's your orgasm building up, darling.” His thumb quickly swiped against the sensitive nub of your clit, “Now be a good little girl and cum for me...” Your eyes peeped open at his words, only for stars to invade your vision as the knot came undone over his fingers and the couch. Your fucked out expression caused Baizhu to smirk in satisfaction, taking pride in being the only person to ever make you orgasm; other than yourself, of course.

“Good girl... ” Baizhu glanced down to where you both connected, taking note of how his wrist was now slightly wet... Did you squirt over him? Or was it sweat? This encounter certainly left you catching your breath.. Your body twitched sporadically as your walls finally began to relax around his fingers, and you sighed in satisfaction. Feeling you come down from your high, Baizhu gently pulled his fingers out, awestruck at your essence which was now dripping down his digits.

“Daddy... love you” You reached your hands out and Baizhu took them in his own, helping your sit up and kissing your knuckles softly.

“Love you too, darling. Cuddles?” He asked, holding his arms out so you could come to him if you wanted. You practically jumped up and slid into his lap, burying your flushed face into his shoulder. ‘Oh, you’re the type to get all cute and cuddly after sexual encounters...’ Baizhu thought, but that’s fine, he’d give all the cuddles you could ever need if you asked. You feel him gently smile on the top of your head alongside wrapping his arms around your middle.

Of course, with all that Baizhu’s done for you tonight, you couldn’t just ignore how hard this encounter made him. His dick throbbed against the cloth holding it back, simply begging for him to do something to relieve it.

“Daddy, lemme help, wanna help it..” You attempted to slip off his lap to kneel between his legs, fully prepared to help him. But he tightens his hold on your body, preventing you from moving much.

“No darling, y’can help me from here.” Baizhu reassured, moving the fabric that concealed his cock out the way. It bounced back against his abdomen, splashing a little precum over his stomach. Your eyes widened, you’ve seen dicks before, (in sex-ed class), but nothing like this. His dick was much bigger than anything you ’ve seen, and certainly bigger than you think you can take. Noticing your unease, Baizhu gently took your wrist and brought your hand to touch it.

“Lemme do it with you, darling... help me feel good too, yeah?” With one arm still holding you tightly, Baizhu’s other hand joined yours, guiding you in jerking him off. Even under two people’s grips, his dick still twitched and pulsed against your hand. Biting your lip, you lean your head down to press small kisses and kitten licks to his swollen, red tip. You looked up at him, still with his tip nestled snuggly in your mouth, eyes trying to convey what you want; for him to use your mouth like a fleshlight.

At first, poor Baizhu didn’t know what to say; he didn’t want to lose his composure and ram into you so hard that it became more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but the look in your eyes conveyed that you were actually begging him to lose it. He let out a long, shaky breath before moving the hand that had been on his cock to hold your hair out of your face. He didn’t even realise he was holding his breath...

“Tap my thigh twice if it gets too much for you, ok darling?” You nodded and began easing more of him into your mouth. He almost couldn’t think straight with just his tip in your mouth, but seeing you slightly struggle to fit him in drove his size kink mad. Baizhu’s fingers raked through your soft hair before setting at the top of your neck, taking control back from you and moving your head along his shaft.

Muffled whimpers and gags mixed with Baizhu’s groans made it easy to lose oneself in ecstasy, so you never noticed the small commotion happening on the other side of the door; never noticed the amused smile on your lover’s face upon realising the trap he and the millelith set achieved it’s intended outcome. Not that you were meant to know about any of this anyway...

“Sh-! Shit, on your knees, darling” You nodded and slid his cock out of your mouth to get into position, obediently for your husband. Baizhu rose from the sofa, guiding his dick back into your mouth as soon as you settled down. This time, he allowed himself the chance to thrust his hips into your mouth, meeting the pace you originally set. His thrusts started slow and deep, becoming more desperate as the pleasure built up.

“god.. m’gonna cum darling” Baizhu’s hold on your hair tightened, pulling at the strands that were wrapped around his slender fingers. He had to lean against the nearest cabinet since his thighs were twitching so much, his legs might’ve given out on him. You have to say, Baizhu’s groans of raw pleasure were a melody you’d never get tired of hearing. Baizhu abruptly pulled out from your mouth, gently taking your hand off from his thigh to place it on his heavy, aching cock.

“Finish it off, darling.. y’did so well, wanna cum on your pretty face..” You nodded and dragged your hand across his dick, feeling the way the large bulging vein running along the underside of his shaft throbbed with need. You leaned a little further up, enough to press your lips against the sensitive skin just underneath his tip. Baizhu’s grip on your hair tightened as his free hand grasped his cock, giving it a few languid pumps.

“Keep still, sweet girl,” He could barely get the words out before the tight coil inside his slender body snapped. Creamy white cum painted your face in spurts and globs, a testament to the adoration that Baizhu had harboured for you for so long.

[elliesmainhoe]

introvert gf!ellie x introvert gf!reader? like the ‘i hate everyone else but u’ troupe <333 the only time they’d get out of the house is when dina forces them 🤧

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Introvert!Reader X Introvert!Ellie

Nah this is felt-

As an introvert I'm upset that I didn't come up with this before

But okay so-

You two are the absolute cutest!

Often you both just sit in comfortable silence at home, just doing your own trivial tasks. Ellie drawing and you typing away on your laptop

It's adorable.

Dina is your #1 shipper!

But it's also the bane of her life. Trying to get one introvert out of the house was difficult

But two? No chance

"Oh come on!~ it won't be that bad" Dina whined, draping herself over the arm chair in your living room while you and Ellie were cuddling on the couch.

"A party? Loud drunk sweaty people? Loud noises? No thanks" Ellie grunted her hand combing through your hair.

"They'll be weed~"

"and? We can smoke weed at home?"

You didn't go to the party

And on the rare occasion that you do attend a party- you and Ellie last one hour before you go home and hibernate lol

At home date nights

They include: making dinner together, drawing eachother and movie nights <3

You have a cat. A tabby named kiwi

She's your baby. (looks like ↑ those pics)

Her nicknames for you are: Angel, Baby and Princess (yes she's basic)

Ellie carries you around everywhere. Piggybacks, bridal style, arms around her neck and your legs round her waist.

All your friends think it's adorable

If you can't play guitar already then she teaches you

If you can then you play together ❤️

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This is such a cute idea thx for the request anon!

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The Man 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen

Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You stare at your phone. It can’t be. After everything else going wrong, you can’t deal with Floyd. It suddenly makes sense why he was messing around with your phone. Ew, he’s kind of a creep.

You don’t answer and put the phone away. Well. You have no money, you’re about to have no home, and your milk is spoiled. Don’t panic. You can figure this out. You’re an adult, aren’t you?

First, go to the bank. You need milk. Once you have a coffee, you’ll worry about the whole eviction thing. You leave the convenience store and open Maps to look for the nearest bank kiosk. Not too far, one block. At least you’re getting your steps in.

You follow the directions on screen and turn to cross the road. You’re so distracted, you forget to look both ways and nearly get hit by a gleaming bumper. You wave a head but don’t look up. You need to get to the bank.

You come up to the pulsing blue dot and glance around. Huh. You don’t see a bank. You turn around and face the ATM built into the side of the building. Oh goddang! You walked to a bank machine, not a bank. Is it you? Are you the problem?

You drop your shoulders. Alright. You’ll just try again. You scroll to the next location and spin around, nearly colliding with a new wall. Oh, not a wall, a person.

You look up at Mr. Henson as he watches you with a line between his brows. Somehow, you’re not very surrpised. This guy is everywhere. It’s almost like he has no hobbies.

“Oh, hi, sorry, excuse me, I’m just on my way to the bank--”

“Ah, running short? Need me to spot ya?” He raises his hand, showing a black credit card.

“Um... noooo,” you utter in confusion. The other day, you ran off after calling him names. You really don’t believe he’s changed his stripes. He’s still a snarling tiger getting ready to feast. “Thanks, but I--”

“Things are tight. Job market’s trash, housing isn’t any better, and those banks,” he whistles and puts his card away, “they like to fuck around, don’t they?”

You look at him, scrunching your face up.

“Y-yeah. Weirdly, I did just get a notice to...” your voice trails off. “Why are you bugging me?”

“Bugging you?” His brows pop up and he guffaws, “oh, sweet lips, you’re funny, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know few jokes but--”

“Think a little harder, cupcake,” he lowers his timber and stares at you.

You blink and wet your lips, pushing them together. Think about what?

“Look, about yesterday--”

“I’m talking about today,” he insists.

“Sure, uh...”

“Do I really need to spell this out for you?”

“Spell what out?” You cringe, clawing for some hint of what he means.

“Your bank card isn’t working, right?” He asks, you nod. “You’re getting evicted.” Another nod. “You have no job.”

You make a face, “yes, okay. Rub it in. Alright. I get it. You’re some important guy and I’m a loser. Don’t worry. You own this city but I think I’m on my way out.”

He sighs and presses his fingers flat on either side of his nose. He drops them and opens his eyes again, “it was me. I’m the reason you—Don't you understand what I can do to you? I got you fired, kicked out, and poor in one day. What else do you think I could do?”

Your chest hollows out and your stomach lurches. What? Him? He just doesn’t stop.

“Sir, what—why would you—I'm sorry I called you a meanie. I was upset and the coffee, I tried--” You sniffle and shudder out a half-sob, “I didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah, well, you shoulda shut those sweet lips and opened those ears, huh?” He grins, “look, cupcake, you’re not going anywhere. You try to run back to your family, I’ll find you. Your mom’s a good lady, you shouldn’t trouble her. She doesn’t make enough teaching brats to put up with another one.”

“My mom—how--”

He spins his finger in the air, “catch up, honey bun. Alright? This is it. I’ll lay it out real clear for you, right now. You have no money, no home, you have nothing. You are nothing.” He jabs his finger at you, “so, I can solve all your problems and make you something.”

You look around. There’s really no way out. He’s a psychopath. You think. You don’t really know the difference between that and sociopath.

“Are you like CIA or something?” You ask.

He scoffs and flinches, “oh man, you are something else. Really, each time you open that mouth, I’m blown away by the idiocy. Rather just get blown, you get it?”

You shake your head and pout.

“Look, I think we can sort this out, Floyd. Really, I’m really sorry and I understand now. I get it. You’re very important and I messed up. I’m nothing and I did everything wrong. And from the bottom of my heart, I apologise. So, can I please have my life back?” You say, “I think we’d both be happier if we just went on our way and never saw each other again.”

His eyes dart away and he stares into the distance. Exasperation wrinkles above his brow and he looks back to you, hands on his hips, “too late, buttercup. So, let me put it as plain as I can. You don’t get a choice. You belong to me now. Just like everything else in this city. You are mine.”

“You can’t... do that.”

“I am doing that,” he insists. “Another thing,” he raises his hand, showing his palm, “it’s Lloyd.” He emphasizes the consonants of his name, “Lloyd Hansen. You can call me sir or Mr. Hansen. Hell, if we’re getting frisky, you can call me daddy.”

“Ugh,” you groan in disgust and curl your lip.

“Ugh?” He mimick the noise, “I’m about to--” He shakes his hand and sucks in the end of his sentence, “fine. Show, don’t tell. Got it.”

You cry out as suddenly he lunges at you. He grabs you by the back of the neck and hauls you forward down the sidewalk. He marches beside you as you writhe and paw at his large hand. You whimper, helpless as pedestrians move out of your path.

“Your mouth got you into trouble, now let’s see if it can get you out,” he growls.

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Welcome Back!!!

How about Daniel having a friend who knew about the two bodies the whole time. Someone he could confide and who could cover for him when needed. GN reader is totally fine and I think theyd be better off being platonic but super close to the point that they sleep over at Daniels house and everyone else is always suspicious that they know something theh don't. Only if you have time and energy of course. I love your work❤️

Man, you request the guy I write the least and have arguably the worst grasp on his character. Thank you for requesting anyway anon! Have... this *waves vaguely at this mess*

Daniel Park with Reader: Two bodies

G/N.

In hindsight, how did no one else think he was suspicious?

Sure, Park is a very common Korean surname but two Daniel Parks living together? Never seen with each other. Interchangably attending High School when Big Daniel couldn't?

You give the sleeping Big Daniel a pinch on his cheek and nada. Then a rough shove. No reaction, nothing, and you chuckle.

This never gets old.

"Y/N, please don't do that," Small Daniel moans, carrying over the large pot of ramen and sighing at the reddening mark on his other body's cheek.

Correction: this never gets old. For you.

"Sorry," you say, mulling over what additional casual harm you can inflict on Big Daniel.

"Please don't tickle me neither."

"I wasn't going to!" Oops, guilty as charged. Hand retreating back, you tuck Big Daniel's foot back under the covers.

"Come eat before the food gets cold." Daniel shoots you a small smile, and you wonder how no-one has figured it out. So many mannerisms are identical, including the smile. Gentle and kind, eyes crinkling exactly the same way as he pinpoints your weakness.

There's nothing like food to stop you in your tracks, and you obediently shuffle over to the coffee table.

It's an established routine. Walking back to Big Daniel's home after school. Talking about the going ons at J High. Discussing what crazy scenario seems to be happening that week.

Then in the privacy of his own home, as he gets ready to go bed, theorising about his two bodies. What sort of miracle or curse could cause this.

And when Big Daniel falls asleep, Small Daniel instantly wakes up, picking up the conversation without missing a beat and preparing dinner for the two of you before his graveyard shift.

In between mouthfuls, Daniel tells you that he met with DG and the Idol will tell him about the secret of the two bodies as long as he-

"That guy is full of shit."

"Huh?!" The chopsticks pause half way to his mouth at your dismissal, "B-but It's DG!"

"Don't get starstruck Danny, they're all full of shit and want something from you."

He pauses. You're not exactly wrong. Everyone seems to be going on about the Four Crews something or another and he always seems to be at the center of everything.

How did a bunch of high schoolers get into so much trouble? Where are the adults in all this? Why is it like the lawless Wild West in South Korea?

Thank the heavens he has you to help confide in and trauma bond together. He likely would have lost his sanity a long time ago without your company.

"Unlike me," You grin, gesticulating at yourself with chopsticks.

"You want nothing. Except all my food," Daniel rolls his eyes fondly when you reach for seconds.

[whimsical-musingss]

Betrothed

In which you meet your betrothed, Aemond Targaryen, for the first time.

Aemond X Female!Stark!Reader (only physical description is long black hair…everything else is up to the reader)

Warnings: not much, kinda flirty, kind of awkward because Aemond is infatuated with you…maybe a bit ooc but I don’t care … ya know..more to come! This is completely unedited and I apologize but hopefully that will change!

This will be a series, which include a series of “firsts” between Aemond and the reader. The masterlist can be found here. ❤️

Feedback is appreciated!! ❤️

You ache for home.

You’ve been dreading this moment ever since you were six years old. The moment when you would have to leave Winterfell to King’s Landing, where you would spend the rest of your life as wife to Aemond Targaryen, and your duties would be to squeeze out his heirs. You’ve been burdened your whole life with this knowledge, and that your future had been already written without your consent. But there’s no such thing as consent when it comes to marriage, especially when it comes to the royal Prince; the son of King Viserys the Peaceful.

The thought of leaving your extravagant bedroom in the Red Keep terrifies you. Upon your arrival, you have been instructed to go about the Red Keep as you please, explore your new home, but fright twists at your stomach when you open your bedroom door. You have explored little, finding the library to spend much of your time in. To your surprise, the Red Keep had its own Godswood, but looking upon the eyes of the Weirwood tree and the red sap leaking from its eyes made you long for home. The tree itself sticks out sorely, and it looks out of place without the snow. So you do not go near it, not until you do not feel homesick any longer.

Over the past day, your new servants have passed word to you that a feast would be held in the evening in honor of the betrothal between the Targaryen prince and Lady Stark. “It is a great step in solidifying the alliance between the houses, my lady. This is the first time a Targaryen wedded a Stark,” one servant explained, and you only nodded. Not because of the rising conflict between the Targaryens in King’s Landing and the Targaryens on Dragonstone. Not because this would ensure the Stark’s alliance to Prince Aemond, when the time came. But you do not dare speak of it here.

As the sun set, your servants began to dress you in an exquisite gown, a deep green, to match the color of your house or the Hightowers, you did not know. Golden leaves adorn your tight sleeve and neckline. Your black hair was put half up in a braid, leaving the rest down and curly. You have never felt this elegant, as the North never expected this kind of fashion for feasts. They only expected ale and a hearty meal to fend off the cold.

A guard, who was always stationed outside of your bedroom door, escorted you to the hall. You never ventured on that side of the Red Keep, and you hope that your guard will be able to escort you back so you would not get lost. The walk was confusing, with many stairs and hallways adorned with tapestries of the Targaryen sigil and dragon statues. Your guard did not say a word to you, but only bowed once you approached the large double doors that led to the hall. You swallow nervously, picking at your fingers out of habit. Voices and laughter echo from the hall on the other side. Two guards stationed at the double doors swing them open grandiosely, and your met with a swath of people.

There is a large table at the end of the hall where the royal family sits. At the sides, there are smaller tables where noble families reside, leaving a large pathway for you to walk in order to reach the table of the royal family. The chatter of the room quickly hushes as they realize there was Lady Stark in the doorway. Your servants explained that the royal family wanted you to be last in attendance, in order to “show you off to the noble houses.” You thought it was embarrassing and unnecessary, but who were you to question?

The hall is well light and warm, but it still feels like a bucket of Northern snow was dumped down your back. But you quickly calm your nerves the best you can, raise your head, and walk to the royal table. Your shoes echo as you approach, your hands clasped at your front to prevent you from picking at them. Your eyes sweep across the royal family: Queen Alicent is in the center, with the two princes at her side: Prince Aegon at her right, and alongside him is his sister-wife, Helaena. Next to her seats the Hand of the King, Otto Hightower. At Queen Alicent’s left seats your betrothed, Aemond.

They all have different expressions on their faces. Queen Alicent looks content, Aegon looks bored, Helaena looks dazed, Otto looks approving…and Aemond…you do not know. He looks at you with his one eye, his face expressionless, like stone. The noble families that you pass have stood up for you, bowing and curtsying, because they know that they are in the presence of their future princess. And that frightens you, because that is the last thing in Westeros that you want.

The royal family stays seated, of course, and you curtesy with your head down, awaiting on Queen Alicent to say something.

“Welcome, Lady-“

She is quickly cut off by the sound of a scraping chair, and you dare to look up. Aemond has stood up in your presence as well, his head in a slight bow towards you. His face remains expressionless, however. You move your head back down.

“Welcome, Lady Stark, to King’s Landing, on behalf of King Viserys, who could not attend tonight’s feast,” Queen Alicent continues, unfazed. “Please, join us, seat yourself next to Prince Aemond.”

You stand up from your curtesy. “Thank you, your Grace,” you say, and she smiles a small smile at that and motions you to to the table. You walk to her left side, where Aemond still stands, and he moves the chair out for you to sit in, avoiding your eyes.

“Thank you, your highness,” you say softly, and he sits next to you, silent. You clasp your hands in your lap. Aemond’s presence is a shadow, looming over you, and you almost tremble, despite your best efforts. He speaks nothing to you as food is served to the royal family, and chatter resumes amongst the noble families below. Laughter breaks out now and then, and you watch as they all interact with one another as servants pour you wine and serve your plate.

In the North, you were used to venison for dinner, always. But down here, they eat chicken, which looks and smells different. You don’t notice, but Aemond watches you curiously now and then as you eat slowly, but he still does not say anything. Which was to be expected. You have been told he is a quiet man who keeps to himself, despite having the largest dragon in the world.

The feast goes by quickly, especially since there was music that played from down below. You tried your best to calm yourself more, and the wine helped, even though you sipped on it slowly. You’ve seen what alcohol does to the best of men, but it does help calm your nerves. At this point, you’re catching on to Aemond’s quick glances, and when you do manage to catch his eye, you quickly turn away, flustered.

The feast begins to die down, especially with Prince Aegon and his wife Helaena’s departure. You have been finished with your meal for some time, and when Queen Alicent rises to retire, you decide to do the same. You curtesy as she passes you, and you decide to follow her stead.

“Let me walk you out, my lady.”

Aemond’s voice surprises you. It is soft, but stern, as though he was commanding you. You turn around quickly to face him, startled.

“Thank you, your highness,” you nod to him. You both walk awkwardly to the double doors, past the onlookers, and when you both leave the hall, he pauses.

“Goodnight, my lady,” he says, and as he turns to leave, you realize your previous knight who escorted you is not waiting for you.

“Your highness,” you call after Aemond, unsure of who else to call to. His head perks up and he turns around, and for once, his face has an expression…of confusion.

“I apologize,” you say, stumbling on your words. “My guard…I do not know where he is, and I do not know the way back to my quarters…I apologize, but if I could ask for your assistance…” you are picking at your fingers again, your head bowed. You see his arm extend and his hand clasps over your fidgeting ones. He’s surprisingly warm, making your face heats up.

You swear you see a hint of a smile at your blush, but it’s gone before you can look again. “Of course, my lady,” he says, letting go of your hands and offers you his arm. You gratefully take it, looping your arms together. As much as he is skinny, he feels sturdy, almost holding you upright.

“Thank you, your highness, I do not mean to be a bother-“

“Please, call me Aemond,” he says softly, looking down at you. “I would appreciate that more than honorary titles.”

You blink up at him. “Yes, your-I mean, Aemond. If that it what you wish.”

The hint of that smile returns on his lips. “Try to remember the way back,” he says, and you turn your head to focus on the path ahead.

“I do not know if I can memorize it so quickly. The Red Keep is so much larger than Winterfell,” you comment.

“Mm,” he grunts at that, and you do not know if that was a grunt of laughter or annoyance. His lips hint at laughter.

“Have you ever been to Winterfell?” You ask.

“Once, when I was very young. Have you ever been to King’s Landing?” He looks at you, eyebrow raised.

“No,” you admit. “The Northerners do not go South unless it’s absolutely necessary…such as me, for example.”

“This marriage pact…is necessary, you say?” Aemond tilts his head, his blond hair swaying as he does.

“Well, of course…do you think that way?” You bite your tongue at that, thinking you went a bit too far.

“Of course I do, my lady. To keep the alliance strong with the North is vital,” he turns to you, stopped, as you had approached your bedroom door. “But…it does seem necessary to marry someone as beautiful as you.”

You see a blush appear on his pale cheeks, and your eyes widen at his admission. He tucks a lock of your curly hair behind your ear, seemingly lost for words. You definitely are, but your eyes don’t leave his.

“Goodnight, my lady,” he says, and bows his head and turns away to leave.

“Wait,” you call out, and he turns around. “You can call me Y/N, if you wish.”

His mouth turns up at that in a smirk. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he says, and he stalks off into the hall, and into the darkness.

“Goodnight, Aemond…,” you whisper. Your heart hammers in your chest, and the feeling of his fingers tucking your hair behind your ear does not go away…you let out a shaky breath and quickly enter your bedroom. You thought he was a monster, a cruel man…but perhaps there are two sides to him…