#my husband🧎🏻‍♀️

[heeslomll]

he is so ceo husband coded <3 (jay i have a big ass, i cook i clean btw)

[mvalentine]

[notsoattractivearenti]

i’m in love

[pablitosgf]

shocker ! — op81

pairings ! — oscar piastri x fem!reader

warnings ! — cursing and thats it

info ! — in which oscar shocks the internet yet again...

authors note ! — im on a grind like wtf is happening rn?? anyways, go make some requests bc im bored asf and make sure to check out my request rules in my guidelines which you can check on my navigations post. (pinned post when you click on my profile <3)

format ! — smau

pt 1 pt 3

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri yes, everyone y/n is my wife, woohoo!!! yourusername i love u so much

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yourusername yes, everyone oscar is my husband 🥰 an amazing husband too! (he leaves the toilet seat up)

↳ you're such an amazing wife! (you always make me do the dishes 🖕🏻)

yourusername shut ur trap

mclaren y/n>>>oscar

yourusername i love you 🩷🧎🏻‍♀️

↳ EXCUSE ME???

landonorris this is so disgusting

yourusername ur weird for hating

landonorris yourusername ur weird for marrying this man

[blueberry-rose]

GIRL YOUR FIRST POST WAS SO YUMMY

ARLECCHINO IS SO DELICIOUS OML 🧎🏻‍♀️

I need more so can I request Arlecchino x wife reader smut where reader has just returned home from a mission (she’s a harbinger too) and Arle wants to show her how much she’s missed her <33

AHHHHH THANK YOU,

Here you go,

Arlecchino x harbinger! Reader

Smut, arle eats you out

You just got back from a mission, it’s late, the house was asleep, you opened the door quietly, entering it slowly. It was dark, you took off your coat and hung it up before slowly making your way upstairs trying to be as quiet as possible, remembering which boards creak avoiding them carefully. You opened the door to your bedroom, and as soon as you did your husband sat up in your bed.

“Welcome home, dear” Arlecchino was in some night shorts and a tee shirt. So different than her normal attire.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.” You laughed as you shut the door.

“No matter how hard you try you will always wake me up,” you know she’s right. You have tried countless times to not wake her up, she’s always on high alert. You’ve told her she needs to relax when she’s at the house. She never listens.

“I still feel bad waking you up.” You grabbed a nightgown from your dresser. And started to remove your dress. Only to feel Arlecchino’s hands snake around your waist under your dress, placing a kiss on your neck causing you to gasp.

“I’ve missed you.” She started to remove your dress. “Can I?”

“Yes, please” your voice was breathy.

“begging already dear? You’re a harbinger, it should be harder to make you beg.” She continued to kiss your neck, before biting down leaving a hickey, you gasped again.

“I only beg for you” you turned to face her, your hands finding there way under her shirt running along her abs.

“Is that right? You only beg for me? What a good girl.” She let you take off her shirt. Revealing her breasts to your eager gaze. She went back to biting and nibbling your neck, her hands went to remove your bra unclasping it and throwing it off to who knows where. You’re to focused on her hands how they were grabbing and squeezing your breasts. She pinched your nipple causing you to gasp again. She pressed her lips to yours kissing you slowly.

“You’re so touchy today.” You teased her. Your hands finding her waist, you pulled her body closer.

“And you’re bold today” she picked you up, caring you to the bed. You couldn’t help but giggle. She gently tossed you in the bed before climbing on the bed above you.

“I can’t help it I missed my wonderful husband.” She reached for your panties pulling them off. She placed a kiss to your lips again.

“Is that so? Well I missed my pretty little wife, myself.” She kissed down your neck trailing lower to your stomach. You opened your legs, as her kisses neared your core. “Well look at you, so obedient.” She kissed your clit before taking it in her mouth. You moaned out.

“Peruere~” She stopped for a second before redoubling her efforts. Causing you to moan out more your legs clamped around her head, she chuckled causing a wave of pleasure to go through your whole body. She pushed your legs apart. It didn’t take long before you tumbled over the edge.

“Already?,” she pulled away from your pussy, her face covered with your cum, she licked her lips. Your face heated up. She pulled out her strap. “Ready for more?”

“Yes.” You saw her slip into her strap, before positioning herself at your entrance. She pushed into your pussy with ease.

“You look beautiful wrapped around me.” She placed a kiss to your neck, biting again before starting to thrust into your pussy slow at first giving you a chance to adjust, before picking up the pace. Become more forceful. Making you moan louder. “So fucking pretty. And you sing for me so prettily too” you moaned out more, your nails dug into her shoulders.

“So clingy.” She cooed. Punctuating her words with a particularly hard thrust, hitting your g-spot perfectly. Causing you to throw your head your back arching off the bed. She continued to hit your g-spot grinding against it as she fucked you. “Such a pretty thing. My pretty little doll.” You’re brain was fuzzy. And as Arlecchino hit your g-spot again you came a ring of cum forming on her strap as she thrusted into you riding out your orgasm. She pulled out slowly.

“Look at how messy you are, so pathetic” she threw the strap out of the way. Placing kisses on your neck. “But I can forgive you, you’re so damn cute, I can’t ever stay mad at you.”

[ceilidho]

The priceghostreader brain rot is real. I think about it so often like can someone please put me out of my misery 🧎🏻‍♀️

im just crazy about 45-50 year old Price seeing Ghost get up there in age (in his 40s now too), still a lonely bachelor, barely even goes out on his own and there's no way he's using dating apps. and he just doesn't think it's right.

Price sees his loyal guard dog looking more and more isolated, and he can feel a sort of longing emanating off him, and invites him back to his place on their leave only to tell Ghost that his wife wants Ghost to fuck her.

it wouldn't take much to convince you either. especially since you've known Simon for years and you have such a soft spot for him because while he seems big and tough and gruff, her husband's loyal dog that mauls who he tells him to, he also just. doesn't have anyone. goes home to an empty flat, doesn't see family for the holidays. the closest he comes is a biannual dinner at Price's cabin, where he never overstays his welcome

seeing him drive home alone makes you so sad that you beg Price to invite him over more often until Price suddenly starts teasing you about having other reasons for wanting Simon over.

[rbfannee]

THIS SONG with THIS SCENE and THIS CHARACTER?????!!!!!!!!😨🥹😭😭🧎🏻‍♀️AAAAAAA

i swear i have goosebumps all over my body!!!!! this song was MADE FOR HER, particularly with THIS SCENE IN MIND ISTG 😭😭😭😭

- daemon’s raspy voice when he says “you’re the true queen, rhaenyra”?!!!

- rhaenyra’s little eyebrow scrunch at hearing her husband pledge his whole self to her service AGAIN?!!!!

- her clutching his hand and holding it close to her?!!!!!!!

- her belated realization that ALL THOSE MEN were kneeling to HER and not to aegon or daemon just because they’re male and that she now has enough power to fight back and carry on his father’s and ancestors’ legacy?!!!!! you can clearly see the relief creeping in her incredulous eyes and pounding of her heartbeat 😭

- her wobbly threat daring him to leave her again and lil smirk when he tells her he couldn’t even if he tried?!!!!!!

AAAAAA excuse me while i go CRY IN THE CORNER 😭

i want to inject this edit in my dna 😭🧎🏻‍♀️

credits to @/daemyragevie on ig 🧎🏻‍♀️

[kitten4sannie]

ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀʟ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ

pairing: mommy! san x fem! reader

genre: smut

summary: a naughty student gets punished by her strict headmaster.

w.c: 4.4k

warnings: mean (ish) dom! san, sub! reader, pet names, praise, degradation, so much feminization (im not sorry), roleplaying, subspace (both reader and san occasionally refer to themselves in the third person), fingering, orgasm denial, pussy slapping, impact play, color system mention, nipple play (m receiving), spit kink (might’ve went overboard but oh well), foot play?? (he steps on her pussy idk), shoe humping??, oral (m recieving), deep-throating, facial, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: this is my contribution to the mommy! may event hosted by the lovely @whatudowhennooneseesyou <33 this was originally supposed to be something different and then i started to imagine san in a pencil skirt and yeah… here we are 🧎🏻‍♀️ if you were to take a drink of water every time i write ‘mommy’ you’d prob die of water poisoning kdshf. also this is just straight filth and i’m very proud of it :3

song rec: discipline by nine inch nails

Masterlist

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As you stood outside of your husband’s home office,  you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, settling into the headspace you wanted to enter. After a moment, you knocked on the door. Buzzing with anticipation, you quickly wiped your sweaty hands across your too-tiny pleated skirt, unconsciously pulling at one of your plain white thigh highs as well. It was finally the weekend and that meant you both could have fun and blow off some steam. Your usual go-to was to roleplay, but this time you were even more excited because you had finally convinced San that it would be so incredibly hot of him if he posed as the superintendent of a university. As a step further, you encouraged him to wear some of your clothes to play the part. He obliged, of course. San never missed an opportunity to feel pretty and powerful all at once. 

“Come in,” you heard a deep masculine voice come from inside the room, encouraging you to open it and gingerly make your way inside. 

As soon as you saw him, it felt like someone had punched the air out of you. San was standing there leaning against his work desk with his arms folded across his broad chest, clad in an itty bitty pencil skirt that was cinched around his tiny waist, translucent pantyhose that were held by garters near the upper thighs, a pair of sleek black heels that he usually kept inside his closet for special occasions such as this one, and a simple white button-up that was neatly tucked into said tiny waist. A few buttons were undone so that you could freely view the curve that was present in between his pronounced pecs. It made your mouth water. The final touch was a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, complete with a small chain that was connected to either side of them. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. You wanted nothing more than to just rip his clothes off and ride his dick into the next millennium, but you wanted to stay in character. 

“Do you know why I called you in here, Miss Y/N?” he asked, his tone short and curt, just like the skirt that clung to the shape of his hips. It rode up a bit when he pressed his ass down onto the surface of his desk.

You closed the door behind you and took a few small steps up to San, fiddling with your thumbs in a nervous manner and looking up at him with big doe eyes. “I dunno, Headmaster. I don’t remember doing anything wrong.” 

He scoffed, running his fingers through his parted raven hair, appearing a bit irritated. “Surely, you must have some sort of idea, don’t you?” When you simply stood there and pressed your thighs together, San grabbed the bottom of your chin and brought you closer, his fierce gaze boring into you, a playful smirk tugging at his pretty lips. “Or is that brain of yours preoccupied with something else? Something indecent, perhaps?”

“N-no, Headmaster,” you denied weakly, giving him a tiny shake of your head, only for his fingers to squeeze into your cheeks instead, squishing your face. 

“You’re a little liar, my dear.” San let go of your face and crossed one leg over the other, his skirt so high up now it made you wonder if he tucked his cock away. “Well, since you’re too prideful to admit the truth, I will tell it to you myself.” He looked you up and down, his eyes settling on the way your thin collared top didn’t do much to hide how hard your nipples were underneath it. “You’ve been a naughty girl,” he started, reaching over to run a thumb over one of your clothed buds, making you shiver underneath his touch. “And naughty girls deserve punishment.” 

“How are you going to punish me?” you asked, clear arousal seeping through your words, despite the feigned fear etched into your flushed features. 

San stood up from the desk and took a step to the side, his black heels pressing into the fuzzy carpet below. “Bend over the desk and you’ll find out, Miss Y/N.” 

Without a second of hesitation, you laid yourself down onto San’s desk and arched your back a bit, sticking your ass out in a tantalizing way. Turning your head back to meet his gaze, you jutted out your bottom lip, whining, “I swear I haven’t been a bad girl, Headmaster. I’m good, I promise.” 

“Then, what’s this, hm?” San questioned, lifting your skirt up to reveal the wet patch present on your panties, smacking his hand lightly against your clothed cunt and making you gasp. “You’re soaked, Miss Y/N. Only little sluts get wet for their Headmasters.” 

“I’m not a slut,” you whined again, pouting at your husband, all while you spread your legs apart further for him. 

“Oh, you’re right. My apologies.” San reached to the underside of your cunt and began aggressively rubbing it in an up and down motion with two thick fingers, his wedding band catching on your clit each time and drawing a few moans out of you. “Of course, you’re not a slut, darling.” He grabbed a tuft of your hair with his free hand and tugged your head back towards him, making your back arch painfully, his fingers still moving at a feverish pace against your clit, your arousal soaking through your panties. “You’re a whore. A filthy little whore that needs to be taught a lesson.” 

“Then teach me a lesson, Mommy,” you moaned out, your head suddenly being pushed and held down onto the surface of the table by San’s hand, his grip never faltering, your thighs already starting to tremble from the onset of your orgasm. You didn’t always mean to use his pet name during a more intense roleplay, but sometimes you simply couldn’t help it. 

San must’ve not minded too much either with the way he groaned behind you, suddenly sliding two digits past your panties and shoving them inside your needy hole in order to finger-fuck you as deep as he possibly could. “Yeah? Mommy should teach his naughty little girl a lesson, huh? You want my punishment, don’t you, you filthy slut?”

“Yes, Mommy…! Please punish me!” you cried out, your cunt beginning to pulse and clench around San’s fingers, moaning heavily with your face squished against the cool desk, your breath fogging up the surface of it. “I’m so close, so, so close…” 

Just as your breath hitched, San withdrew his fingers from your cunt and pulled your panties down until they reached your ankles, watching as your hole clenched around nothing but air and leaked arousal down your inner thighs. “What a pretty little cunt you have here, Miss Y/N…” He ran a finger down your slit to collect some of your wetness and popped it into his mouth to clean it off. “But I think I know of a way to make it look even prettier.” 

“You do, Headmaster?” you asked softly, looking back at him, your eyes glossy and slightly red. 

He gave you a soft, dimpled smile, knowing he was about to turn you into a mewling, begging mess in the next couple of minutes. “Yes, darling. Now, lay on your back and spread your legs for Mommy.” 

Whining at the complete loss of your high, you slowly lifted yourself off of the desk and turned around, laying back onto it but on your back this time, holding your legs underneath your knees and spreading your thighs open for him. “Like this, Mommy?” 

“Mm-hmm, just like that.” San sighed at your obedience as he reached past you and across the desk, pulling a thick black paddle out from one of the drawers. He stood at your side, running the paddle along your inner thigh, watching as goosebumps appeared on your skin underneath the cold leather material. He lightly tapped the edge of it against your hooded clit, chuckling at your tiny gasp. “I’m gonna play with this pretty little cunt of yours till it’s all red and puffy for me. Do you understand, babydoll?” 

You nodded as quickly as you could, squeezing your fingers into the flesh of your thighs. “Punish me how you want, Mommy. I’m a bad girl.” 

“Yeah, you are a bad girl,” he agreed huskily, reeling his hand back and smacking the paddle against your cunt so fiercely it made your entire body jolt. “Count for me, princess.” 

“One,” you croaked, not able to think about how much your cunt was already beginning to sting when San slammed the paddle down onto you again, the edge of it hitting your clit. “Two!” 

“Good girl.” San lifted the paddle to admire how red and shiny your folds already were, letting out a pleased hum. He leaned over and spat onto your clit, watching as his spit dripped down, before bringing the paddle back down onto you for a third time. 

“Three…” Smack. “F-four…” Smack. “Nnngh…five…” You closed your eyes for a moment, opening them back up and trying to blink away your hazy vision. 

Noticing how fucked out you were already starting to look, San kneaded your closest thigh with his fingers. “Color.” 

“Green,” you answered right away, smiling softly up at your husband. “Please, don’t hold back.” 

San chuckled a bit, tightening his grip around the handle of the paddle. Keeping his eyes on yours, he leaned down towards your pussy, sending another wad of spit onto your cunt, before continuing his abuse. 

Smack. “Six!” Smack. “Seven!” Smack. “Eight…!” 

“Oh my goddd…” you moaned breathily, lifting one of your feet up onto the desk so that the rest of your body could go comfortably lax. Now you were starting to leak like a broken faucet, your pussy so sensitive to the touch, if you just concentrated hard enough, you could probably cum without direct stimulation. 

“Oh, you dirty little painslut, you’re so wet,” San mused in a gravelly voice, fascinated with the amount of slick sliding down your puffy pussy, pressing the paddle onto you and moving it up and down to hear the sounds of your wetness. 

“Just for you, Sannie,” you sighed out, squeezing your thighs tighter, preparing yourself as San reeled his hand back for the ninth time and slammed the paddle directly onto your abused cunt. Instead of counting, you let out a choked moaning sound, tossing your head back onto the table. It hurt so, so good. You could hardly form a single coherent thought. 

“Mm, I didn’t hear a number,” San chided, sounding disappointed. He ran two fingers down your stinging, pulsing cunt, idly flicking your clit with his index finger. “Good girls can count, right?” 

“Yeah, I’m a good girl. I can count, I promise,” you reassured him out of desperation, blinking a tear away from how sensitive your clit was when he flicked it a few more times, watching as San tried to move his arm back further, but was unable to with how tight the material of his top was. 

Feeling restricted with his movements, San huffed, quickly unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way and pulling it off, leaving him in his tight skirt and pantyhose. “That’s better. Now, where was I?” he spoke, mostly to himself, looking back at you and noticing your wide eyes and drooling mouth. “Does Mommy’s little slut have something to share?”

As heavenly as San’s abs looked pressing against his taut tan skin, you couldn’t rip your vision away from his plump pecs and cute pink nipples, wanting nothing more than to squeeze and suck on them until pretty sounds spilled out of your husband’s mouth. “Mommy, can I please suck on your tits? Pretty please? I promise I’ll keep taking my punishment.” 

San let out a gentle sigh, reaching down to sift his fingers through your slightly sweaty hair, caressing your cheek, then reaching behind your head to cup it, the paddle rubbing along your clit and making you exhale against his touch. “How can I say no to you?” He slowly brought you to his ample chest, chuckling softly at the sight of your clear excitement. “Go on, pretty girl. Make Mommy feel good.” 

Sighing as well, you wrapped your lips around one of San’s soft buds, sucking and licking at it until it grew hard and pressed against the flat of your tongue. Without hesitation, you brought your hand up and gingerly groped at his other pec, squishing and kneading it inside your palm like a kitten would. “Mmn…”

“Fuck, baby girl…” San practically melted into your touch, accidentally letting go of the paddle and cupping your pussy instead, starting to palm it eagerly, knowing your clit was getting proper attention with how swollen it felt against his skin. “Baby’s making Sannie feel so good…” he sighed out, not bothering to hold back a whine when you traded one nipple for the other, latching onto it and nibbling on it this time, knowing how much he loved to be toyed with. 

It was then that you felt your husband throbbing against your thigh, feeling yourself grow infinitely wetter just by knowing that his hard cock was trapped inside the confines of your borrowed skirt, the tip of it probably stuck inside the elastic waistband. It didn’t help that San spit onto his fingers and continued to abuse your clit, this time rubbing it side to side in a quick motion. “Sannieee, gonna cum,” you announced against San’s flushed, spit-covered nipple, before lapping at it like a melting ice cream cone and sending him into a deeper state of pleasure.

“Uh-uh, little…nnngh…whores don’t get to cum, unless Headmaster says so,” he replied shakily, wanting nothing more than to just give in to you, but knowing you didn’t want him to. He pulled you away from his chest, your shiny mouth connected to his perky bud by a string of saliva, reaching up to stick his thumb into your mouth and press down on your lower jaw. “Now, stick your tongue out.” 

“Want Headmaster’s spit.” Looking up at him with half-closed eyes, you stuck your tiny tongue out and let out a small ‘aah’, keeping your fingers busy by rubbing both of his nipples with your thumbs the same speed he rubbed your clit, flicking it as soon as he did it to you. 

Letting out an almost pornographic sounding moan from how overstimulated his chest was starting to feel, San drew a fair amount of saliva inside his mouth, before pursing his lips and letting it drip down onto your tongue in thick globs, groaning at the sight of your eyes starting to roll up underneath your glossy eyelids as you swallowed it down. As soon as your body began to convulse and your thighs trembled, San shook his head. “I thought I told you not to cum, kitten. What happened, huh?” 

“I-i couldn’t help it…It felt too good,” you panted out, going lax in his strong arms, trying to recover from your high after being teased for so long. Once San gently let go of you and took a step back, his hands on his hips, you sat up, looking up at him with a pout. “I’m sorryyyy.”

San smiled mischievously to himself, motioning to the floor with his head, his glasses sliding down the slope of his nose. “On your knees, whore.”

Gulping, you slowly lowered yourself to the ground below him, spreading your knees apart for him as he lifted up one of his legs, giving you an upskirt view that made you pulse, before pressing his heel down onto your cunt, pushing and rubbing directly on your already swollen clit. “F-fuck, San…nnie….wanna cum…”

San licked his lips, digging his heel further down on your slick cunt, moving it in a way similar to how he would if he was trying to get something off the bottom of his heel. “If the little whore wants to cum so bad, then she’ll cum using Headmaster’s pretty heels, now won’t she?”

“Yes, I will! Anything you want, Headmaster.” Smiling perversely and letting out a shaky breath, you watched San slide his heel in between your legs, allowing you to sit your pulsing pussy down onto the sleek plastic. “Can I suck Mommy’s cock while I rub myself on your heels? I wanna taste you.” Seeing his brief apprehension, you pressed your cheek against the outline of his cock, rubbing against it through the soft material of his skirt. “Pretty please?”

San bit into his bottom lip, reaching behind his back to unzip the black skirt, letting it fall to the floor and revealing that he was wearing one of the newest pair of panties he had bought you a few weeks back. He had on your lacy set that had tiny heart cut outs throughout the lavender material, his veiny cock too long and hard to stay within them, instead only cupping his balls, his shiny, reddened tip exposed and dripping for your viewing pleasure. “Are you going to let Mommy throat-fuck you?”

“Mommy can use me all he wants,” you replied obediently, not even bothering to swallow all the saliva that had filled the inside of your mouth from looking at your husband’s soft curves being hugged tightly by your borrowed panties. Once you opened your mouth, San plugged it up with his thick length. You immediately got to work, hollowing your cheek and using your tongue to slide across the underside of his cock. Almost simultaneously, you began to move your hips in a fluid fashion, letting out muffled moans as you dragged yourself across his high heel. 

“Look at you. You're such a filthy little girl.” San groaned from the feeling of your moans vibrating onto his sensitive skin, slowly sliding his fingers past your hair on either side of your head and clutching it somewhat tightly. “Now, Mommy’s gonna use you like a cocksleeve, alright?” 

“Mm-hmm!” you encouraged him with a small nod of your head, running your hands up his muscular thighs, feeling the smooth nylon material underneath your fingertips. 

With his eyes barely open, San pushed himself past your tight throat and began thrusting harshly into it, short, desperate gasps and groans escaping his throat. “Yeahhh–oh, fuck, that’s it…” 

Tears began to run down your cheeks, San fucking your mouth so deeply, his pubic hair repeatedly tickled your nose, the vaguely bitter taste of his pre-cum continually dripping down your throat. “Mmmff…” was all you could verbalize, speeding up the movements of your hips and closing your thighs tightly, feeling your clit catch onto San’s heel over and over, knowing you were leaking all over it and the carpet below. 

When you began to massage San’s tight balls through the panties he was wearing, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. “Fuck, where do you want Mommy’s cum, kitten? You want it down your throat or on your slutty fucking face?” he asked in between exhales, slipping in and out of your throat a few more times, before he pulled out and slapped his twitching cock down onto your face, his pre-cum and your saliva trickling down along your heated skin. 

“My face, pleaseee, cum all over kitten’s face,” you babbled, so incredibly dick-drunk, you could barely form your words without slurring. Your cunt contracted around nothing, one second away from emptying your arousal all over yourself, still rutting against him with unapologetic desperation. 

San groaned heavily, blowing a few strands of his wet hair out of his eyes and fisting his cock as fast as he could, questioning in a deep, throaty voice, “Yeah? Are you gonna cum from Sannie spilling his load all over your pretty little face? Huh, baby?” When you whined instead of answering, he grabbed you by the hair and angled your head back further, pushing his cockhead against your cheek and smearing more of his pre cum onto your messy face. “Answer me, whore!” 

“Yes, Sannie, I’m gonna cum…! Give me your cum, please, please, please!” you cried out hoarsely, more tears spilling out of your half-closed eyes, grabbing onto San’s trembling hips and squeezing them, losing yourself completely when hot spurts of San’s cum began to land all over your face. 

“That’s a good girl, letting me paint your face like this,” San sighed, his lips forming a dimpled smile, his pretty brown eyes upturned with satisfaction. He lazily stroked himself, emptying the last bit of his load onto your tongue and tapping it for good measure. 

Before you could swallow, San wiped the cum from your face with two fingers and pushed them down onto your tongue. “You wanna taste?” he purred, rubbing his salty release around, encouraging you to close your lips around him and suck, cleaning them. 

“San, baby,” you murmured once you swallowed, your voice cracking slightly, legs trembling, trying to stand up but unable from how numb your lower half felt. 

“Oh, kitten, you made such a mess,” San cooed, smiling at the sight of your glistening thighs and bending down to lift you up from the ground before setting you down on the desk. “You’ve been so good for me…taking all of my punishment. Should I give you a reward now?” 

“Cock,” you replied softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “I want Mommy’s cock.” 

“Of course you do, you little cockslut.” San nipped at your bottom lip, making you moan. He pulled away and rubbed your thighs in small circles, admiring how puffy and red your pussy looked. “How do you want it?”

Scooting off of the desk, you smiled sheepishly up at him, twirling a lock of your hair. “I want you to bend me over your desk and pump me full of your cum.” 

Without a second of hesitation, San grabbed you by the hips and spun you around, pushing his hand down on your spine, making you lay flat against the mahogany table. “Filthy slut. You want me to abuse this little pussy even more than I have, huh?” 

“Yes, Headmaster.” You wiggled your ass back and forth, glancing back at him. “Make a mess of me.” 

San responded by lowering himself down, spitting directly onto your cunt and smacking it. He stood back up, chuckling at the gasp you let out, spitting again, this time into his hand and lubing up his cock, before slamming his hips forward into you, your greedy cunt swallowing him up completely. 

“Oh my god,” you hissed out, reaching forward and gripping the edge of the desk, trying to get used to the low burn you felt in between your legs, being stretched out by San’s thick length. “Fuck me, please. Please, Headmaster.” 

San began pumping himself into you with a fervor he didn’t know he had to offer, leaning his body over you in order to grab your wrists and pull them back behind you. “Like this, right?” he grunted out, the sounds of skin slapping and your heavy breaths filling the silence in the room. “Is this how a naughty girl like you wants to be used, Miss Y/N?” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, a bit of drool falling past your lips, your upper half not even touching the table anymore with the way San was holding you and using you like his personal cocksleeve, his heavy cock pounding into you over and over, bringing you closer to the edge. 

“Lemme guess, you want to be creampied, don’t you?” San held your wrists with one hand so that he could slam his palm into your ass, groaning at the handprint he left behind. “Hm? You want my milk in your pretty little pussy, kitten?” 

“Y-esss…!” 

San tightened his grip around your wrists and tugged them in his direction, making your back arch painfully, allowing him to fuck into you at a deeper angle. “Oh, fuck, your pussy’s clenching around me, babydoll. Cum for me, fuck– squirt on my cock,” he growled, drilling himself into your g-spot until he made you squirt onto his cock. 

“So good, so good, it’s so goodddd,” you mewled, your wrists beginning to feel numb from how tight his grip was. Your legs trembled beneath you, feeling like jelly. You would’ve crumbled onto the floor like a ragdoll, but you couldn’t, at least not until your Mommy gave you what you wanted. 

After a few more pumps inside your slick, tight hole, San let go of your wrists and collapsed down onto your back, huffing and puffing into your ear. “Here it comes, you filthy little girl. Just for my baby…Oh, god, just for you.” He let out a long, drawn-out moan that sounded more like a whine, sloppily thrusting into you until his hot load shot out and coated your walls. 

You both laid there for a hot minute, trying to catch your breath and come down from your highs. San lifted himself off from you, only for your legs to finally give out, urging him to lift you up into his arms bride style. “Are you okay, pretty girl? I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?” 

“Not at all, San. You were perfect,” you chimed, reaching up to caress his sweaty cheek, admiring the rosy blush imprinted on his skin. 

San smiled at you and pressed his lips onto yours, only pulling away when he had to take a breath. 

“Headmaster?” 

“Yes, Miss Y/N?” he asked, nuzzling your cheek with his own. 

You hummed at the warmth of his skin on yours, giggling a bit, looking up at him, your eyes full of stars. “Can you teach me another lesson next weekend?” 

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[pinklluvia]

A little doodle of my husband Shane🧎🏻‍♀️💕

[nebulaafterdark]

Heyy girlie, can we please get another smutty Harwin one-shot?🧎🏻‍♀️Maybe one where reader is already a few months pregnant with the fourth child, and they're trying to get at it while they're visiting family (any major house/castle) for a few months?

Hey! I’m gonna just jump to every conclusion that this is Queen’s Hand related, because you mentioned their fourth child. If not, shameless plug, go read The Queen’s Hand. Thanks for requesting!

My Princess

Summary: Princess Y/N Targaryen and her husband Ser Harwin are visiting her sister Rhaenyra on Dragon Stone. Harwin wants a few minutes alone.

18+ ONLY, SMEXY TIMES

When Y/N discovers she is pregnant, both she and her husband are in shock. They had not been trying for another child, in fact they carefully prevented it. As they are parents to three wonderful children already, the youngest of whom, their only son, caused his mother a great deal of hardship on the birthing bed.

The princess panicked, as did Harwin, though he never made his apprehension known. He simply loved her through it, that’s what Harwin does, he loves her through it. Through the first weeks of tears and constant worry, through the nausea and morning sickness, to the bump that makes itself known at the half way mark of her term.

Now they are off visiting Rhaenyra, Daemon and their children on Dragon Stone. It will be the last time they travel dragon back before the birth of the new babe.

Harwin loves his wife, their children and her family. Forever loyal to the mighty house Targaryen. Spending time with her lot has never bothered him, but getting Y/N alone is nearly impossible.

The children run her round until all hours, and when it is time to retire, Rhaenyra finds her way to their chambers. The sisters have never been apart as they are now, so when they are together, separating them is difficult.

While Ser Harwin will never voice his frustration, Daemon has no problem doing so.

“I want my wife in my bed.” The Prince tells Rhaenyra, leaning against the doorframe. Though he loves Y/N, enough is enough and the line must be drawn somewhere.

“Oh alright,” Rhaenyra waves him over.

Daemon smirks at her, “goodnight, Y/N. Goodnight, Ser Harwin.”

“Goodnight.” Y/N yawns as the door closes behind them.

Harwin huffs a laugh, seating himself at the foot of their guest mattress.

“Are you not pleased, my love?” The Princess taps a toe to his back.

“I am quite pleased, Princess. Finally I have you alone.” He turns, catching her foot. “All night.”

Y/N grins at him, stroking a hand over her belly. There are stories she heard coming up, about men who wouldn’t touch their wives when they were with child. That sex was for producing heirs and once that was done, there was no farther need. The knight would hear none of that.

“See,” he looks to his wife. “You’re proud of what you’ve done.”

“I am proud that you find me attractive in this state, yes.”

“Do you want to know the truth of it?”

Y/N nods as Harwin takes her foot, laying a kiss to her ankle.

“I find you attractive in every state, but this,” his lips move higher, up her shin to the knee. “Is a privilege. To watch you swell with my child, our child, created solely from my love for you…” The groan that rubbles out from low in his chest has Y/N sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

The Princess tells him. “I would bear you a hundred children, if I could.”

He stops to nuzzle her belly before continuing upwards, feathering light kisses to the low neckline of her dress. Her breasts swollen and sensitive from the growing babe. “But we must not take chances, my love. I do not intend to outlive you.”

“I know that you worry…and for good reason.” After the last time. After both of their mothers and countless women who’ve lost their lives on the birthing bed. “But I am here now because of you.”

“You are here now because you are strong. I will do everything within my power to aid in the timely and easy birth of this child.”

Y/N pecks a kiss to his cheek. “You are a selfless and noble man.”

He turns to catch her lips. “I am nothing without you.” Harwin murmurs, with reverence. Peeling away the layers of her clothes while the Princess makes quick work of his own.

Her eyes find his as they break apart, cupping his face, stroking her thumbs over his cheeks. Struggling to find words for the emotion that tugs deep within the strings of her heart.

“I know.” Harwin assures her, with gentle kisses to her forehead and nose.

Y/N nods, leaning into his touch. Harwin and their children are the world to her, she shows them everyday. Though the right sentiments evade her, love for them does not.

They fall onto the mattress, Harwin holding his weight above her, mindful of their child.

“Closer,” Y/N pleads, tugging him toward her lips.

“Turn around for me.” Harwin leans back on his heels, with a little love tap to his wife’s behind as she moves to face away from him.

She smirks, swatting at his hand. “Ser Harwin!”

“Forgive me, Princess.” He chuckles, lining his cock up with her hot little cunt.

Y/N is not one for formalities, not with her beloved husband, and certainly not in their marriage bed. However she is not above teasing and through his love, she finally found a love for her title.

“My princess.” He breathes against the shell of her ear.

It sends a shiver down her spine. “Please.”

The knight groans, easing himself into her. “Fuck, sweetheart.” He smooths a hand over her back, gentling her into her forearms. His thrusts are slow and deep, teasing at that spot within her.

Y/N whimpers, twisting her fingers in the bed sheets, in the absences of his hand.

“Longed for you all day. For this. To bring you back to our rooms and bury myself inside you.”

“I?” She had done nothing but chase children round the castle.

“Always you, only you.” Harwin says between gritted teeth, her walls tight around his length, her wetness growing with each pass.

Y/N hums, low in her throat as his hands angle her hips just so…so deep, the tip of him kissing her cervix with each pass. “Fuck.” It’s nearly too much.

“Come here, sweetheart. Back up on your knees, lean against me.” I want to kiss you.

The Princess obeys, bringing her back to her husband’s chest, allowing him to support her weight with gentle arms held around her. One hand sneaking down to toy with her bundle of nerves. “Harwin,” she all but wails.

His poor, sensitive, sweet wife, completely at his mercy. “Hush now,” the knight whispers, turning her face toward him slightly, swallowing her cries as he takes her breast in hand. Rolling her sensitive nipple to a firm peak.

Her first orgasm surprises them both, churning her insides to molten lava. Tears cascading over her cheeks, mouth open wide, panting. Squealing in protest when his movements do not cease.

“Shhh,” Harwin cooes, thumbing feather light circles over her pearl. “Gentle. I will be gentle.”

Her cunt still pulses around him, encouraging his thrusts to continue.

“Don’t fight, let it come, sweetheart.”

The pleasure is blinding, surely she will die of it. Y/N has both hands tightly fisted in his dark curls. “I- Harwin.”

“I know,” Harwin soothes a hand along her side. “I’ve got you. Make a mess on my cock.”

She sobs her release into the quiet air of their guest quarters. Soaking him in her slick and knocking his greedy fingers from her clit. “Enough. Cum for me now.”

He thrusts into her thrice more before finding his release. Coming down to the feel of his wife’s gentle kisses, delicate fingers stroking his hair. Falling onto their sides to catch their breath.

“I love you.” Y/N yawns, beginning to doze already.

“I love you, Y/N.” More than you will ever know. More than words can say.

[reveluving]

drown in your body ; rick flag x reader (ft benny miller)

summary: Benny knows he can only appreciate you from afar for so long, and despite his biggest threats, specifically, your husband and Benny’s own questionable morals, he can’t help but take a quick peek.

warnings: smut (minors DNI!), possessive af!Rick vs pervy af!Benny (whew)

a/n: everyone say tq to drown by Baekhyun because I was able to conclude the year by choosing violence and write this piece about Rick blowing your back, from the pov our fav menace <3 don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» j.k. m.list (series under 'rick flag vs the triple frontier boys'), or check out my full m.list!

» smut includes; unprotected & kinda rough sex, spanking, voyeurism, dirty talking, possessive & kinky Rick vs pervy & kinky Benny 🧎🏻‍♀️, kinda dark but not really?? they just really kinky fr fr

'Then again, what's the harm in just a quick peek and run, right?' ;

Benny knew he had reached a different kind of low just by doing this.

He didn't mean to, at first.

All he tried to do was pass you the mail that had been mistakenly sent to their house. The package looked pretty important, judging by the sheer size of it, so he thought to give it to you directly rather than leaving it on your porch.

He knocked, and knocked, and knocked, but no one answered. Not you, not Rick, not even the cat that loves to visit your house every other day. He had no reason to try and turn the doorknob, but he definitely wasn't expecting it to be unlocked. Whether his reason for trespassing had anything to do with stubbornness or worry, the latter because he feared something had happened to you, was uncertain, but the package in his hands was no longer his priority at the moment.

No, it was the distant moan coming from upstairs.

It should've been his cue to scram, to pray that you or Rick had forgotten about whether or not one of you brought the mail in, to control his sick curiousity and avoid getting killed.

Literally.

But, oh, those noises were so tempting, so melodious, so needy. He only realized his feet were moving on their own when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He didn't move for a hot minute, mentally arguing with his inner demons for being so depraved for you the way he is. Or maybe, it was the fact that he could hear Rick's grunts in between your yelps.

Will would have his head for this.

But, who's to say Santi and Frankie wouldn't do the same either?

Then again, what's the harm in just a quick peek and run, right?

Well, everything. He could be dead on the spot.

He's seen the displays of affection you two have for each other, Rick doing so to spite the group as well but as much as Benny hated to admit it, he could see the true love both of you shared. He was grateful you found happiness just as he was disheartened that that happiness wasn't him.

But, as long as your husband was treating you well, then why should he complain? And judging by the sounds you're making upstairs, he definitely was.

He sighed, knowing he was a lost cause when he slowly ascended the stairs, testing any parts of the thread that could give him away with unnecessary creaks. He even held onto the handrails like a lifeline, but

The sight in the hallway brought him to a halt— eyeing the dress that lay on the floor slowly filled him with anticipation. Rick's suit jacket was barely hanging on the console table but what caught his eyes was the flimsy material peeking out of the pocket.

Your lacey panties.

Oh, Benny knew he was done for.

He quickly tried to navigate the room before he could even think about the idea of snatching for future use, his only guide was the noises coming from the bedroom, which was at the other end of the floor. Benny had no one to blame but himself, giving in to his curiousity and investigating like an airheaded character in a horror movie.

The closer he got to the door, the smaller his steps became, fearing that one bold movie would give his position away and have his funeral right then and there. And yet, his possible fate didn't steer him from his goal, his cock growing harder since his less-than-welcomed arrival.

And lo and behold, he reached the jackpot. His heart was racing faster than he thought was healthy, but just as he was thinking with his dick, he peeked. Despite the pep talks he gave himself, he could've given himself away when he nearly choked at the sight he was blessed with.

With your face nuzzling the blankets and ass up, Rick relentlessly thrust his hips into yours. He threw his head back, sliding his hand up and down the perfect curve of your spine before smacking your pretty ass. Hard. Each spank he presented drew little yelps out of you, the man above towering over you chuckling darkly every time you did.

Oh, what he wouldn't do to have you underneath him.

The dazed look on your face as you bite into the sheets was hypnotizing. Those sweet red lips that he wants to both kiss and see wrapped around his cock. Just as Benny began palming his cock over his sweatpants, he then noticed your bounded hands, the silky royal blue material was likely Rick's tie. He patted himself on the back, his speculation of you and Rick celebrating what was likely your anniversary was brief when his attention reverted back to your fists, flexing helplessly as Rick picked up the pace.

And to think he once found you intimidating. But just like the first time he met you all those years ago, he still found you very, very hot.

"Rick..!" His name and whatever incoherent nonsense you were trying to tell him were all you could say, as if your brain had into mush, which, frankly, it had. He cooed almost condescendingly dipping his head next to yours. Though his wet hair gave Benny little to know information about what he was whispering about but judging by your little whimpers, it was probably just as obscene as the sounds of his hips slamming against yours.

"Fuck," He growled, snapping his hips when you bucked yours, "You know exactly what you're doing to me, clenching on my cock like that. Dirty girl, aren't ya?"

"I-I am!" You whined, releasing the sheets out of your lips with the lewdest expression Benny's ever seen, "Y-Your dirty girl!"

Fuck.

To have you react in such a way, to be the one to pull himself back just enough to surprise you when he trusts back into you, feeling those tight walls flex around him.

That wet pussy of yours was practically calling him in like a siren.

He could imagine how soaked you were. He’d go as far as licking the sheets if he had to. All for just a taste. Fucker probably gets to taste you every day, Benny thought with great displeasure, and who was he kidding, he probably did.

Benny bit down on the collar of his shirt at the same time your pitch grew higher. He wanted to scream—he couldn’t groan in your ears the way he wanted to, he couldn’t cum all over your beautiful body the way he needed, and he most certainly couldn’t have you the way he yearned for. He couldn’t get too lost in the moment and yet, he was glued to the spot. You were close, and so was Benny, and he knew he couldn’t stay for long. No, it was too risky to stay till the very end.

Just as he questioned his chances yet again, something, or rather, someone threw all of his thoughts out of the window.

“Ain’t she a sight for sore eyes?”

Benny stilled, the heartbeat in his ears was suddenly the loudest it's ever been. He should’ve just run, but being the typical stubborn man he was, he slowly looked back, seeing not just Rick, but you look up at the half-opened door. Through your tears of pleasure, you stared back at the man with wide eyes, but your husband, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to commit a murder, like a bull seeing red and wanted nothing more than to hunt the poor fuckers down. You gasped, teeth grazing the sensitive part of your shoulder before angling his thrusts, effortlessly hitting your sweet spot.

"Better close the door on your way out, kid."

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» gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics ♡

[heeslomll]

but how do i recover from this… i can’t

[votaeto]

I know I sent this to you, but I’m changing up the headcanons again 😭 and I really really love this but it just doesn’t fit my new formatting. And so, here, for you to keep because he’s not the man to my babies— it’s yours 💘

“I think I heard a kick…and a burp?!”

Ace ran his fingers on your soft belly, his ear listening for any interaction of the child. His face contorted to one of curiosity as he peered up through your breasts,

“I think it’s going to be a man! Heck yeah!”

You pulled on his hair, giggling as you shook your head, “We don’t know that yet, we have to wait for the ultrasound…and just because they’re a kicker doesn’t mean they’re a boy. It could be a girl.”

The raven shook his head, lifting himself from your tummy as he stood over you. One hand was still gently holding your bump, and his other caressed your cheek as he whispered,

“It’s going to be a boy.”

“No.”

Your husband pouted, but still kissed you as he tsked, “You know I’m right baby, you just don’t want to accept it y’know.” He sent a cheesy grin, but you returned it with a frown.

“Ace, have you ever heard the saying mother knows best?”

“Yeah but—“

You clasped your hand over his on your tummy, and squeezed it lightly. You were sure he got the hint but Ace still laughed, tucking a hair behind your ear as he lowered his voice;

“I’ll make sure we get a boy then, as many times as it takes.”

WAAAAAH STEPHIS ITS EVEN BETTER BC??!!! yes fine I guess we’ll try as many times 😮‍💨😮‍💨👉🏻👈🏻

ueueueueueueueueuuueeee 🥺💘💘💘💘

THANK YOUUU??! The honor omg 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

[kamiversee]

May I repeat that you’ve converted me into a Choso girly 🫡 (Toji stays number one tho🧎🏻‍♀️)

That what if was diviiiiiiineeeeughhhhhhhhh, the dirty talk, I NEED me a Choso irl, why can’t he break free from the shackles of Geges writing and come to lifeeeeeeughhhh 😫

- xoxo a very desperate, on the bars of her cage gnawing 🖤

YIPPEEE ! I love converting you guys into Choso girlies 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Lowk more of a Gojo & Choso girly than I care to admit… (she says before she sees .01 seconds of Suguru on any screen & suddenly everything is white)

Aaannyyywho, Gege better watch his everything because I will inflict great numbers of damage on his ass after murdering my many husbands 😐 I cannot take it anymore man. I’m tired…

GLAD U ENJOYED THOO!!

[navree]

I would listen to you talk for hours about Alicent’s relationship with her children 🧎🏻‍♀️

( @kitsnicket you open a dangerous door my friend, i am a notorious monologuer.)

the thing is, alicent becomes a mother young. she has her first child at, maximum, sixteen years old, then her second at eighteen, and then her third at either nineteen or twenty. this is also a time when she doesn't have a lot, if any friends her own age, or at all really, her relationship with her husband is basically that of patient and nurse with a side offering of marital rape on the side, and she has a very flimsy support structure in the form of her father, that gets yanked out from under her and remains kept away from her for the next decade. aegon and helaena and aemond were, for a time and during their own formative years, all she had. alicent's closest relationships (absenting criston cole, but that's a different one due to the class dynamics and power differentials), the longest and most enduring, are with her kids.

and they each have a very different dynamic with her.

aemond's is the most straightforward, he appears to just be utterly devoted to her and she clearly adores him with little complication into that feeling. he goes to her immediately for comfort after he's bullied, and he appears to be the one who's retained most of her influence in their upbringing (i see you aemond, with your devout clasped hands while your mom prays, perfect lil angel asking the seven to preemptively forgive you for the ten million war crimes in the riverlands, i love him). alicent is also his fiercest defender during the most pivotal moment in his life, the night he lost an eye. that entire scene is filled with aemond's half sister asking that he be tortured for information, his dad caring more about insults to his nephews than to the fact that he lost an eye, and the rest of court, including his own full siblings, too scared of the situation to speak up. alicent is the only one fighting for him, alicent is the only one asking for any sort of justice or restitution, alicent literally steals a knife from the king's person to go attack his named successor in a crowded room. that has to have stuck with him over the years, especially during as long an arduous a process as recovering from a grievous injury and learning to live with a lifelong disability you got overnight. at storm's end, aemond is clearly seething with unspoken rage over what happened to him and what he felt he was denied and how he was treated, but it's also for his mother. does he say he wants luke's eye for himself? no, he says he wants to give it to his mother as a present, as a reminder to when she tried to take luke's eye for him all those years ago, the only person standing up for him, and he wants to pay that forward. there is probably no one alive aemond loves more than alicent, and alicent again clearly loves him too, is close enough to him not only try to defend and shield him where she can, but to respect him when he makes his own choices (like going to find aegon) and to trust in him as a person even as she remains devoted to him as a mother (which is why i'm going to lose it if they keep to the book's report that alicent was deeply horrified by what happened to luke, because i'm supposed to be fine with aemond, who adores his mother, faced with her disappointment and fear when it was literally an accident? i'm not gonna be fine).

alicent's relationship with helaena is more complicated, mostly because the show hasn't really done much with helaena beyond some autism coding and making her a dragondreamer, so it's kind of hard to interpret personal relationships for someone who doesn't have a lot of personality written down yet. but alicent, again as with all her children, clearly cares for and loves her daughter, and there is likely something there in the fact that helaena is her only daughter, and mother daughter bonds and all of that. it's also very interesting that when helaena is a baby, alicent is still taking an active role in the nurturing process. we see her twice, in episode 4 and episode 5, comforting a crying helaena as best as she can, in close enough succession to be inferred as a common occurrence. and alicent doesn't seem particularly enthused by this, she's very disengaged as she's doing it and doesn't try anything like shushing or humming or distraction or anything beyond just holding and bouncing her, but this is a queen with an army of nursemaids and servants at her disposal, who we've seen take care of both her toddler and helaena herself. and yet still, alicent is trying to connect with her child as she raises her. we also see that alicent continues that well beyond babyhood, at least attempting to have an interest in helaena's bug fascination, asking her questions about it (engaging with your neurodivergent child's special interest, we love a #ally), trying to continue that connection with her, even though helaena isn't the most receptive due to the apparent autism coding. we also see that alicent is much more protective of helaena than she is of her sons. we don't necessarily know why, because again lack of characterization, but it could be a combination of both just helaena being more sensitive (such as immediately turning to hold her when daemon kills vaemond and helaena has a bad reaction) and her maternal devotion. in the dragonpit, which I Will Get To, alicent is obviously focused on aegon, who she thinks rhaenys sees as the primary threat/target, but she still makes sure criston gets helaena and tries to get her to safety, even though helaena is a dragonrider in her own right and doubtless in less danger than criston or alicent herself. it is, in alicent's mind, potentially one of her final acts alive, and it is to make sure that, if she can, her daughter is safe, not entirely different to wanting to personally comfort helaena as a baby. and i do hope they explore that dynamic more in season 2, particularly after the blood and cheese debacle, which happens in alicent's chambers as helaena is bringing the kids to visit alicent, with helaena and alicent being the adults most affected by it, what with alicent having been physically assaulted in her own rooms and helaena, her only daughter, her own child, enduring the worst psychological torture imaginable. i wish i could say more about how helaena feels about alicent in turn, but again, we don't get anything from helaena really, though i'm making the executive decision that she clearly loves her mom as both mother and protector, and clearly wants to communicate with her, as i interpreted her anger and shrugging off of alicent's touch during episode 9 to be more frustration that alicent isn't understanding her warnings rather than an aversion to alicent, given that she accepts alicent's embrace the day before in episode 8.

alicent's most complicated relationship, but also the one that makes me gnash my teeth the most tbf, is with aegon. this is for a lot of reasons, not one of least being that aegon is a bit of a shit. don't ask me why this was a conversation we ever had, but my mom once told me that she would always love me, even if i killed someone in cold blood, but that she'd be upset and disappointed with me even while loving me. alicent can be deeply disappointed and upset with her son's actions and how he behaves towards nearly everyone he knows, and still love him anyway. which she does. alicent clearly loves him, is clearly as involved in raising him as she is with helaena and likely aemond (we see her being as active a mother with aegon as she is with helaena in episode 3, just with more limitations due to her being heavily pregnant at the time), but her love for aegon is also tinged with a load of other emotions. disappointment in what he does, for one, but also a very real fear. aegon is a two year old when otto ingrains into alicent's head (which rhaenyra accidentally reinforces through the lying debacle) that aegon is at risk of being murdered in cold blood the second rhaenyra ascends the throne. aegon's entire life is passed with alicent tamping down utter fear that if she doesn't prepare him enough, if she doesn't get him ready fast enough, he, her firstborn, for a while the only thing she had, will be killed. and what's horrible is aegon interprets that fear as him letting her down! we as kids are not necessarily the most emotionally intelligent where our parents are concerned, and aegon doesn't seem to see that this is terror borne out of love for him and desire to see him safe, he just sees him failing his mother's expectations and what she wants from him over and over and over again. aegon's a character i can do a whole separate thing about himself, because he's got no simple relationships and he's so fucked up in so many ways, but this is a deeply wounded person who, among many other things, does not believe that his parents love him, and that this may even make him unlovable, even though he loves her. when aemond decides to implicate aegon in the strong bastards thing, rather than his mother (again, because aemond is a giant momma's boy and isn't going to do anything to hurt her), aegon is also asked where he heard it from. does he say he heard it from alicent? does he throw her under the bus, at viserys's mercy? no, he lies, he protects her and doesn't name her as the originator and instead goes on to point out that two plus two equals four to his dipshit dad. aegon also has his own influences from his mother, he is hiding in a literal sept, the house of worship that his deeply religious mother often frequents, and the first person he asks for isn't his grandfather, the king's hand, it isn't even his dad who he's not sure is dead yet, it's alicent. he literally says "i want my mother". later, in the dragonpit, if you look closely, when alicent goes in front of aegon, he puts his arm in front of her, as if he's about to try and protect her himself or shove her back. alicent is the one who has to move his hand away from in front to behind her, it's why she's holding onto his wrist for the remainder of the shot. because as much as aegon clearly loves his mother, wants to do right by her, wants to protect her and be close to her, he also wants her to love him in return. and alicent does. alicent has loved him all of his life, and when he puts it to her bluntly, when he bears himself to her in a way we haven't seen him do the entire show and asks whether or not she does, all she can say is "you imbecile" because to her, it's a given. there is no conflict, or question there like there is for aegon. of course she loves you, you imbecile. she goes to stand up to a dragon for you. and not only does she do that just to protect him, but to at the very least make sure that if rhaenys does let loose, aegon won't die alone, that he'll have his mother by his side, holding his hand, being there for him and with him.

it's a fraught relationship on both sides, due to differences in personalities and the way they've both been screwed up (alicent having had aegon so young and dealing with a good chunk of traumas, aegon in turn feeling unloved and unlovable and also having enough genre awareness to hate his life) and how they've coped and how that's mutated their interactions over the course of aegon's life. and there's bitterness and recriminations and feelings of not being good enough and feelings of disappointment and failure and abandonment and wants for more than what they're getting, but there is a deep and unending love there, over everything. aegon loves his mother fiercely, in spite of himself and his demons, and alicent in turn loves him just as much as she does her other children, in spite of all the stuff that's coming with it.

there's obviously more to all of this than just love for her kids. alicent is a mother in a deeply patriarchal and misogynistic society that will always value the kids she's birthed (especially the sons) rather than her own person. and alicent has spent nearly her entire marriage hearing about how she needs to support aegon, prepare for aegon to rule, seat aegon on the throne, and this idea of "support your children at the expense of yourself" has bled over into her relationships with helaena and aemond as well, like having criston protect helaena rather than herself, and putting herself at risk of imprisonment and execution trying to defend aemond. and there is the fact that alicent is very isolated, especially in her youth, and therefore likely latched onto her relationship with her children as her saving grace, while the kids in turn latched onto her because she's the only parent to have shown them love and care and devotion or even a basic desire to parent them, since viserys vacillates between too sick and not giving a shit about any of them. but that doesn't mean she doesn't love them. that doesn't mean she wouldn't die for them, alicent at this point is clearly someone who would gladly take a wound so that the kids won't have to.

and as the dance progresses, these relationships are actually going to be pretty important to a lot of the character motivations of alicent and aegon and helaena and aemond (and daeron i'm assuming but i can't wax poetic about someone the show definitely forgot existed until season one was already airing). the love they have for each other, and the dynamics each of them have with each other, is going to be absolutely vital, both from a storytelling perspective, and for them as characters within their own narratives and personalities.

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husband one night stand bestie

lewis, jenson, seb

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okay okay

husband: lewis (no explanation necessary)

bestie: jenson (fwb let’s be fr)

ons: seb (best night of my life i think)