#now pray for my poor finger😭

[chlorenw]

Also i love how you use 👈 instead of < or ← to point at prev tags, like there's mental image in my head that you pointed on me🪲 and then started to speak your thing yk

Sorry for this artistic expression of that scenario, im currently on my phone plus i dropped the phone into my fucking soup bowl so it covered in soup and that made it drawing harder

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Can I request something similar to your latest Lewis smau except y/n is Toto's daughter? It's controversial because she's younger, you know the drill

Sure!! <3 For this one I made Y/n a singer

Btw the song in this fic is made up lol

username1 She's PRECIOUS

username2 Y/n is so me

username3 Honestly that's so reletable

username4 I swear this girl will pet any creature she can, how isn't she scared of catching some disease?

↳username1 Have you ever heard of water? Is the concept of washing your hands familiar to you?

username5 Oh to be a cat pet by Y/n Wolff...

username6 A rich girl petting strays... Imagine how much of a better place the world would be if she put the same energy into some charity work

↳username7 Y/n is known for doing charity work when it comes to animals. Pretty sure some % of her earnings goes to several pet charities, organizations. Not to mention she's been vegan for a few years now

↳username8 Wow immagine if you did your research before commenting

↳username9 i love how Y/n was born into the rich life but has always been humble and used her money to help others

username10 Literally she gets a lot of hate for being a daughter of a billionaire like okay next time she'll choose to be born poor lmao

username11 exactly!! there's a difference between flexing on daddy's money and using your daddy's money for good causes

username9 pretty sure she makes her own money now;)

y/n_wolff Busy day at work 😋 look who I bumped into on the way to the studio!!

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georgerussell63 Look at you finally doing some work

↳y/n_wolff Don't worry, soon I'm back at my 2nd job (I just hang around the paddock looking all pretty and stuff)

georgerussell63 No, thank you ❤️ we don't miss you

lewishamilton Speak for yourself George, Roscoe likes when Y/n babysits him

y/n_wolff Roscoe is the only one who understands me for real 😭

roscoelovescoco Petition for an invitation next time you go to the studio

↳y/n_wolff I swear I sent one, it must've got lost on the way 🥹 the pigeon dropped it or something

roscoelovescoco Still using pigeons? That's not very vegan of you...

y/n_wolff Hey! I pay them, alright? If they didn't want to, they wouldn't do this job...

y/n_wolff (hey everyone this is a joke obv)

username3 Imagine what will happen when the haters see this comment section lol

mercedesamgf1 Can't wait to hear it ❤️

↳y/n_wolff 🫶

oscarpiastri Look at that last pic of Y/n with Lando

↳landonorris fuck you if I was an animal i wouldn't be a cat

y/n_wolff Right, you'd be a worm.

landonorris would you guys still love me if I was a worm?

oscarpiastri No

y/n_wolff No

username1 May this be a love song 🤞I need to her one from Y/n after her terrible breakup last year

↳username2 She had a boyfriend last year??

username1 Yeah, we don't know anything about him besides the fact that he broke her heart... Poor girl deserves some true love

username2 Was it a driver?

username1 I highly doubt it, they wouldn't be able to keep it so private

alex_albon Pls make it singable on track

↳y/n_wolff 😬 well...

alex_albon Y/n...

y/n_wolff It's a love song...

username4 SHE ADMITTED!! IT'S A LOVE SONG!!

↳username5 Our girl is in love again 😭

username4 I just hope he treats her better than her ex. Otherwise imma need to talk to him

maxverstappen1 If you like cats so much you should come over sometime

↳username4 Cats rizz 💀

↳username2 No cuz Max has had a crush on Y/n for so long now and I'd love to see them together

↳y/n_wolff You're a few weeks too late 😂🙈

username3 EXCUSE ME I NEED TO KNOW WHO THE MAN IS

username5 Me too, I just wanna talk... *cracking fingers*

y/n_wolff The one I prayed for out now, let me know your thoughts 🩷🕊️

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georgerussell63 Since when are you so religious?🤨

↳y/n_wolff He changed me ❤️

oscarpiastri Great, another song Lando will make me unwillingly listen to

↳y/n_wolff You love my music, don't lie

landonorris yes he does

oscarpiastri Alright, I know a few songs

y/n_wolff A few songs my ass, I saw that iconic interview where you and Lando sing my songs

landonorris he will never admit it but he was a fan YEARS before he got into f1 and met you

y/n_wolff Not like I stalk his Twitter but I saw a post from 2019 about me, it had like 5 likes and Oscar was one of them lmao

landonorris i knew you had daddy issues but are you okay?

↳y/n_wolff Yeah why?? Wtf??

landonorris well after hearing this song I'm not

username1 "They may judge the age we are, the differences they see, but love knows not of boundaries, it only seeks to be free" MY GIRL IS A POET 😭

username2 I'm not ready to meet this man after hearing "He's walked through fire, faced his fears, but in his heart, there's room for tears" 😭

carmenmmundt Truly in love with the lyrics, they're out of this world, out of this century

↳y/n_wolff Thank you love 🥹

lewishamilton The chorus got me in a chokehold💜

↳y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for, in the dead of night, a love like ours, hidden from sight. If people knew, they'd say it's wrong, but in his arms I belong🥹

↳username4 What is Lewis doing here...?

username5 Chill, he drives for Mercedes. George also commented in case you didn't notice

username3 Lyrics so beautiful miss girl was born in the wrong generation

↳username2 fr it sounds straight from 20th century poetry, she's too pure for the age of quick tinder hookups

username6 I knew what her father was like but damn...that song screams daddy issues...

↳username7 Y/n said music is her therapy, that's just how she chooses to express her emotions

username8 When are we going to talk about this part of the lyrics?? "In his eyes, reflections of victory, every triumph and mystery. He's raced through life, faced every curve"?? THIS HAS TO BE ABOUT A DRIVER

↳username9 Y/N AND MAX???

username10 me when I'm delusional

↳username11 I wish it was about Max, but it's certainly about an older guy. I mean, Max is a few years older than Y/n, but the song feels like the guy is in his 30s

lewishamilton Summer break = days spent at the beach

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username1 Sir Lewis Hamilton casually adding his boss' daughter to his vacation pics 🤨

↳username2 fr did he think we wouldn't notice?

georgerussell63 Blink twice if Y/n forced you to post the last photo

↳lewishamilton She kindly asked and I agreed.

y/n_wolff Exactly. That's what I do. I ask. Kindly.

username3 SO HER SONG IS ABOUT HIM??

↳username4 Seems like it 🥹

username3 idk how I feel about it tbh... she's too young for him

username5 Yeah imo she'd be better with Max

username4 Shut the hell up guys, let them be happy, there must be a reason they're together

landonorris that's called soft launching, did you know that?

↳y/n_wolff Wdym?? We're just team bonding during the summer break

georgerussell63 Then why wasn't I at the team bonding?

y/n_wolff Uhhhh I'll call you back later, I'm driving through a tunnel 😬

username6 She's too young for him, will have her fun and move onto the next guy (Max?)

↳username7 You're the reason why so many celebs prefer to keep their relationships a secret

username8 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??

↳username6 Does he even know? 💀 AFAIK he doesn't have social media

username8 But it's impossible that he wouldn't know, right...?

y/n_wolff I love you but what is this basic caption?😭

↳lewishamilton I'd rather like to focus on how pretty you look

y/n_wolff I LOVE YOU 😭

landonorris simp

y/n_wolff Stfu Lando, you wish you could hang out with us at the beach

username3 Lmao didn't expect Lando calling the 7 times world champion a simp but here we are

username9 Okay guys but... The girlfriend effect? How will the girlfriend effect work in this case if Lewis is a fashion icon already?

↳username10 There must be a way for an upgrade, there always is

y/n_wolff Sorry, he's all perfect already🫶I guess the gf effect only applies to boys and my man is a real man🗡

maxverstappen1 Have fun ☀️ see you back on track soon

↳username6 Something doesn't feels right seeing Max in this comment section...

username10 Get your shit together, him and Y/n never had a thing, y'all made it all up based on one interview Max gave years ago

mercedesamgf1 🌞😎

y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for

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lewishamilton I love you babe but what is this basic caption?

↳y/n_wolff You're learning from the best, I see

georgerussell63 Good to know you're still team bonding 👍

↳y/n_wolff Yeah, we bonded really hard last night😌

georgerussell63 TMI

oscarpiastri The last pic 🤓

↳landonorris she's getting bold isn't she

y/n_wolff I don't have reasons to be shy tho, do I?

landonorris girl made one good song and made it her whole personality

↳y/n_wolff This is girlhood, you'd never get it

landonorris btw this is hard launching but in a 'we don't give a fuck' way

↳y/n_wolff Well, we don't 🤷‍♀️

username1 WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LITTLE Y/N😭

↳username2 She grew up 😭

username3 I love how nonchalant they're about it

carmenmmundt Someone's been working out🤭

↳y/n_wolff Now I have a personal trainer 😌

username4 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??

↳username5 Bet we're gonna see much more of smashing his headset after the break

username6 How is she so casual about it? We just found out she's dating LEWIS MF HAMILTON and she's acting like that's nothing

↳username3 I guess it is 'nothing' for her, she's known Lewis since she was really young

username7 That's what's giving me the biggest ick because this man has known her since she was an early teen and suddenly decided to date her?

username3 Yeah but she's in her 20s now, she's a consenting adult

username7 That's not normal, this is the definition of grooming

username3 I'm sorry I'm too european for your bullshit

username8 Lewis said fuck it I'm going to Ferrari next year anyway, might as well shoot my shot 💀

username9 Max Verstappen has been really silent

↳username10 Now he'll compete with Lewis not only for the championship but also for Y/n 😂

username9 It would be such a win

username11 Can y'all MaxY/n shippers shut up? I swear y'all are worse than Lestappen shippers

y/n_wolff Roscoe working hard while his dad socializes with his grandpaw 🥳

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username1 I didn't even realize now that Y/n and Lewis are together it means Toto is Roscoe's grandpaw 😭

georgerussell63 Working hard or hardly working?

↳y/n_wolff No comment...

landonorris really shocked to see toto still gets along with lew

↳username2 Lando saying what we all think lol

↳y/n_wolff Dad was actually happy!!

landonorris does he hope you'll convince lew to stay in mercedes?

y/n_wolff How am I supposed to know 🤷‍♀️ you go talk to him

oscarpiastri New songs when?

↳y/n_wolff Soon!! (I haven't started working on them)

username2 I'm actually happy to see them happy and that Toto accepts Lewis as Y/n's boyfriend

↳username3 It's still weird 💀 imagine calling a 40 year old your 'boyfriend'

username2 People are allowed to find love at any age

username3 Lewis is closer in age to Toto than to Y/n

username2 And? Y/n isn't a child, she's a grown woman, if Lewis is what she wants, who are we to judge?

username3 It's just icky... It's not gonna last long

username4 I still can't stop thinking what could be if Y/n was dating Max 🥹

↳username5 fr my dream couple

username6 Y'all see how Y/n predicted people's reaction in her song? "If people knew, they'd say it's wrong" and y'all can't stop yapping about imaginary grooming or what her and Max could've been

↳username7 Girl should've kept it a secret, I feel sorry for them 🥲

↳username8 But in his arms I belong

y/n_wolff Okay everybody, I didn't want to talk about it, but you give me no choice. Lewis and I are in love, there was no grooming involved, I make my own decisions. I really wanted to cherish our love with my new music, but you make me re-think it. I don't feel excited to share our love with you anymore.

↳lewishamilton Don't worry about them darling ❤️

↳danielricciardo FEA

↳landonorris You have our support guys

↳oscarpiastri Don't let these comments get to you, they don't matter

↳georgerussell63 I know I usually act like a snappy older brother, but I love to see you happy (even if Lewis is the reason)

↳maxverstappen1 Haters are always gonna hate, but they don't deserve your attention

[its-actually-minicika]

Hi, love your works so much! Can't wait for more updates 🥰🥰 I was wondering maybe you'd like the idea where book!Aemond and Velarion!(Strong?)Reader are in an arranged marriage. But Reader just knows what to say and how to act so that Aemond is wrapped around her finger (kinda thought of Margaery and Joffrey situation, she was such a talented schemer, worthy of winning the Throne 😭). I don't really know about the setting, like if it's before, during or after the Dance... just thought it'd be interesting to see this kind of plot with our beloved Prince 🤴🏼🐉

If you don't like it, just ignore me 🙈

Dragon Sickness (18+)

Pairing: bookcanon!Aemond x Strong!Niece!Reader

Warnings: No usage of (Y/N), Greens win AU, bookcanon Greens, the obvious Targaryen incest, mentions of major character deaths (we're entering spoiler grounds, but not really), blood, gore etc.

Word Count: 3.5K+

Author's Note: I fell in love with this idea the moment I saw it! I ended up altering the plot line for this one-shot a little bit - the reader will definitely grow into the Margaery architype, but today you shall see her as she was when she just learned how to make ends meet with her newfound life at Court.

I don't know if I should turn this into yet another series, but if you guys enjoyed this, let me know

Also, thank you so, so much for your kind words ♡ i'm hugging you to the moon and back!

PART 2 IS OUT NOW ♡♡♡

Who could ever blame you for your indiscreet acts? Alliances change when the world you know suddenly turns upside down.

She remembered how weak she was. How scared she had been.

How her eyes widened into two brown specs of uncertainty, how her mouth fell agape, as she mulled over Alicent’s words.

‘You shall marry Aemond within the next moon turns. For the good of the Realm.’

The Dowager Queen had openly admitted to being against the match – of course, the prospect of her perfect son, married off to a lowly bastard of Rhaenyra's (otherwise said, her last surviving child), didn’t specifically thrill her. Much less her demanding and scornful father.

Still, it couldn’t be helped. And if the Velaryon wanted to keep her head away from a spike, she had no other choice but to comply.

Although… she wasn’t a Velaryon now, was she? Aegon the Usurper made sure of that.

His final gift to her was to strip her of all her titles. She had been openly declared a bastard – before the masses, before the Court.

With a wide smile upon his burnt lips, the “King” had told her she’d be a Targaryen instead. Driftmark wouldn’t matter, her legacy wouldn’t matter. Aemond would inherit the seat with the Usurper’s blessing, as a homage brought to his able fighting and his shown bravery on the bloody battlefield.

Never mind that he’d never partaken in a fight; save for the one that killed her stepfather, Daemon, and sent her poor mother in a downward spiral. Aemond had chosen his adversaries wisely, and managed to go through the whole war without as much of a scratch upon his silver armour.

‘I shan’t marry your son. Not now, not ever.’ Her own voice rang out.

‘You will do exactly as demanded.’

‘I would rather die than bear the treacherous children of that monstrous beast.’

A monstrous beast. That is what Aemond was.

And that is what he shall remain. No matter how many gifts he brought to her. No matter how many hours of their days and days in their weeks and weeks in their months they spent promenading those ghastly gardens.

‘You will if you know your best interests. Your own head may hold no value to you, but a single swing of my son’s sword would be enough to bring forth the ruin of House Blackwood.’

At first, she’d been restless in her attempts to escape the Keep. Her every waking hour was spent shamelessly inside the Sept, where she prayed not for the safety of her brothers’ souls, but for revenge against the mutted Greens.

The slight breeze of the cathedral mended her flesh from the heat of summer. And no one dared to approach or talk to her. The quietness was a welcomed deed.

During the first night of their betrothal, her glossy eyes scanned Aemond’s face. His hands wantonly gripped at his thighs and a slight twitch of his mouth, accompanied by an elongated hum escaped his lips.

There was no other discernable expression. And when he led her to the chambers of her early girlhood, he merely bowed and kissed her hand.

She spent the first night of their betrothal scraping her knuckles so harshly, that they broke and cracked under the stimulation of the cold water.

Her thirst for vengeance ceased after the first two months. Her wedding date was approaching swiftly, and she found herself faced with the abhorrent truth. She had no allies. No more friends at Court. The girl had shut herself in her tiny room, losing her mind with the pain and grief that flooded her at night: the faces of her mother, her brothers, her father. The sound of their screams and their endless pleas for help.

Every night, without a fail, she woke up tormented by nightmares – her throat burning with absolving shrieks of fear, exacerbated breaths of air and flimsy nightdresses, damp throughout by breaks of sweat.

The first night she lashed out onto her bedding was the night she found out Aemond had moved his Quarters next to hers. He yanked the door open and stepped into the light of her candle – looking ravished, completely out of breath and startled. Started not for his own accord and safety, but for the state that his future wife had been in.

‘Shit, it’s alright, I’m here–’

The echo of his mellow voice deterred her to let out a blood-curdling scream, that would have rivalled even the one of the late Queen Rhaenyra, after Aegon the Usurper ceased her at Dragonstone, and reeled his dragon to eat her whole.

‘Get the fuck away from me! Get the fuck out of my room!’

Her sobs pierced into the man’s heart, but his hurt expression was masked quickly with one most bitter and taciturn. He clenched his fists ruefully by his side, and spat out an apology in a low and dangerous tone.

‘As you wish.’

And how dearly he loved those words:

‘As you wish.’

'As you desire.’

Even though nothing had been, or ever will be, as she achingly wished them to.

“You could at least attempt to look happy.” His chastising tone rained upon her, as his Lady remained hammered in her seat. Maids flocked to her like lost chickens to their cock, arranging her hair and picking out dresses fit for their engagement parade.

Her face contorted into the mirror, and a faint sigh beleft her lips. Carefully she turned around, reflecting his stance with a subtle arch to her shapely brow.

“It’s bad luck to see your bride before the wedding ceremony.”

“An old wives' tale. And one that applies only on the day itself.”

“Perhaps we should encourage tradition more. Make it so we don’t cross paths at all til then.”

Just as fast as it came, the feral look dissolved over his tired face. Aemond heaved out a heavy exhale and merely settled to growl at her maids.

“Leave us. Now.”

A discontented look painted over her fair features. His niece opened her mouth in protest, to try and stop the fleeing girls from truly making their escape.

“I must remind my Prince that the engagement assembly will be held in less than an hour. I believe I should like them to stay.”

The gathered women exchanged lost and protruding glances, until the former King Regent spoke again.

“They will leave us at once.”

“They’ll do no such a thing. They must make haste to get me ready. We wouldn’t want to upset your mother.”

“I’m more than capable of lacing up a loose bodice.”

The tight expression on her face deserted her features with the leave of his smug retort. She swallowed thickly in enraged abandon, and silently beseeched her ladies not to leave her all alone.

Still ravishing her with his bold stare, Aemond stepped another foot into the cosy confinements of her tidy prison. “If I’m to turn around now and find any of you standing before me, I’ll arrange that you’re all flogged and defiled beyond the utter of salvation.”

Brisk footsteps swallowed the room, echoing wildly through the narrow dark hallways. The former Velaryon shook her head in disarray, and graced her soon-to-be-husband with a tight smile and a nod.

“Congratulations.” She uttered humorously, “I should enjoy looking like a fool tonight much more than being proper by your side.”

As if drowned below a trace, Aemond took another step in the direction of the frowning Princess. His face remained impenetrable, but as he opened his mouth to speak, his voice ran meek, unsure and hoarse.

“Turn around.” He commanded her gently, whilst grabbing a deep green garment from the cluttery made on her bed. Despite her lack of desire to abide by his request, the woman turned her back to him and muttered slowly, though much softer than intended.

“I don’t like that one. It’ll make the skirts look out of place.”

“Which one do you want, then?” His whisper had made her draw in a sharp gasp; the warmth of his breath fell soothingly over the nape of her neck, caressing her delicate skin in a way she hadn’t known was possible.

“The red one with black lacings.”

His hand came to spin her back around, and their noses nearly touched together. A smile tugged at the ends of his upturned lips, but the look inside his eye remained frigid and unforgiving.

“Your petticoat won’t be those colours.”

A conceited scowl graced her face. She reached her hand behind him and skillfully snatched one of a different design. “Fine. I want to wear this one, then.”

The obnoxious blue and silver danced across her paling skin. And if Aemond weren’t so dazed by their proximity and lack of air, he might have laughed at her feeble attempts of vexing him.

“Those are Velaryon hues.”

“Perfect. I shall honour my house well.”

“You are not a Velaryon to grace them with such a feat.”

“No, you are absolutely right. Your brother did name me a Targaryen.”

Their faces were so close to each other, that their moving lips were almost touching.

“Yet I can’t wear black and red either.” A prompted look disarmed the Prince, “It is all very confusing.”

His lone orb descended to her puffing bosom, but Aemond soon directed himself upon a more elusive image. His fingers twitched with the need to grab a hold of her – to pull away those last pieces of cloth that shielded her away from view.

“You know full well why I can’t allow that.” He hummed in unmoving disapproval, “As much as I enjoy your voice and the raptures of your closeness, I must say this conversation bores me.”

“I should be able to wear what I want.” Came her prompt and swift reply, “But of course, Your Grace, forgive me. ‘Tis not for men to pounder on laces and brims.” Her palms took to rest upon his bulging chest, and the girl nearly removed them at once, as the thrumming of his heart enterlaced with her slim fingers. Still, she furrowed her brows in a most perplexed of mockeries, and insatiably drove on, “Indeed resilient men such as yourself occupy their time much better.”

The callouses of his hands fell heavily upon her cheeks.

“Fucking their ways through brothels, getting their pricks wet, and fantasising about wars.”

The harshness of his next tug nearly broke her brave facade – her eyes widened in mistrust, and a slight recoil braced over her straightened back. Her small fingers clasped over his shaking wrist, which held onto her face with a gentleness untoward; one completely mismatching with the predatory glimmer in his eye.

The man he was, and the man he was trying to be would surely never mend to one.

A Kinslayer. A monster. A divergent freak.

Nothing more, and nothing less.

His thumb played absent-mindedly at her lower lip, and the young Princess tried her damnest not to bite him. “Did I strike a nerve with that one?”

“You are as imprudent as you are beautiful. A family trait, I assume.”

“You have my gratitude for the flattering commentary. I’m very proud of my heritage.”

His lilac orb bore into her, and the man let out a reserved laugh, “Your bastard brothers were ample proud. Look where that brought them.” The rough end of his hand gripped her own painfully, before she could make for a swing at his handsome face. “Lost in the seas, rotting at the bottom of an ocean, nestling inside Sunfyre’s belly.”

While her hands were clasped together, her mouth wasn’t sown shut. With a single and effective move, she spat harshly in his face, eliciting a groan from her broader perpetrator.

Though his nostrils flared up in disdain, the man graced her with a calculated smirk. “Did I strike a nerve with that one?” He mocked her with feigned interest.

“Fuck you,” She hissed out slowly, “Don’t you dare talk of my family – my brothers were ten times the man you are.”

“Oh, but I have every right to talk about your family. Given that I will be all yours shortly.” Once more he forced her to turn around, and kneeled over to her spasming form, to begin dressing her up; in nought else, of course, but the mundane silks of his choosing.

"Doesn't the prospect thrill you? To become my lady-wife, to finally bear a true Targaryen inside your royal womb?"

So hopeless and defeated she felt, that the youth jerked herself relentlessly, while repeating him the same plethora of words. “You cannot force me to be your whore. You cannot force me to wear this. I will not bear your Hightower green.”

Aemond could feel his patience running thin – and when her foot came into contact with his setting knee, the man let out a ferocious growl, and promptly trapped the girl in his arms, with the aid of a nearby wall.

“So you want to be difficult? You don’t want to wear this? Hmm? Well, who am I not to abide my Lady’s burning wishes?”

The sharpness of his dagger came into quick contact with the milky skin of her thighs. And she might have almost screamed, if Aemond didn’t immediately pull himself away. His hard chest grazed hers for but a moment, as the Prince cast his attention to her moving shadow.

“If you wish not to attend our engagement parade wearing the clothes I’ve chosen for you,” He muttered against her face, a scorned look adorning his own, “Then you won’t be wearing anything at all.”

She huffed out a dispensing pant and pursed her lips into a tight line.

She remained rigid and poised, until a spark of amusement swirled into her eyes.

The first crack was that of a lax smile. The next, a tremor to her lips. The calm before the storm approached, until all rattled down with a mirthed laugh cascading from her reddened lips.

“Do you mean to frighten me with this promise?” She asked through the arch of an uncertain brow, “As if every man in this cursed Keep won’t get to watch me whore myself out to you anyway, when our wedding night will come?”

His face suddenly hardened at the notion of their reality – as if he didn’t give much thought to the bedding ceremony. To his Lady being watched by a thousand other eyes but his.

Aemond suddenly darkened, and his fist came into contact with a near spot on the wall, so awfully close to her frightened, paling face.

She watched with wide eyes how his stare contorted from one of realisation to one of fury. He stiffly peeled his body away from hers, and strained himself to leave her be. The jealous and possessive knots that churned painfully inside his stomach burned his skin upon the surface, and constricted the air he brashly took in.

He nodded to her in a spry and calloused manner, and brought his hand out to touch her cheek. His knuckles had begun to bleed, busted by the force of impact that his fist had faced for him. Behind his eye danced a look of seldom shame – he gnawed harshly at his bottom lip, and pondered, for a while, on apologising to his niece; for his lack of princely conduct, for his show of impropriety – for his inability to keep himself at bay.

Still his thoughts failed to merge to words, and so the man ran his eye one final time over her defensive pose, and merely left her standing there.

As if turned into a statue, the girl barely registered the lethargic closing of the door, the hurried and heavy footsteps that travelled further and further away from her quaint and cluttered space, and the animated curse that slipped past her uncle's throat.

Did he just dare to leave her there, with her petticoat half up her legs, in nought else but a flimsy nightdress?

At first she thought that his avoidance was a blessing in disguise.

For after clashing wits with Aemond, and after his swift hurried departure, the man had barely graced her with another word.

His hand held onto hers for the whole duration of the procession. He wordlessly forced her to dance two dances, and led her to her Quarters as soon as she mentioned that she was tired.

But his palms didn’t linger on the shape of her narrow waist – his lips barely grazed her knuckles, and Aemond turned with lest a word to add after their fake sympathies were exchanged.

Had he gotten bored of her? Realised what a terrible match they made, and begged his mother on his hands and knees to break off their ill engagement?

For the first time in a while, a new notion of fear engulfed her.

The Greens couldn’t kill her. Of that, she was almost certain. It wouldn't be a wise move, and it would anger the North beyond the power of salvation. The war had had its say on every army that fought into it, yet the Crownlands were especially weak.

But if Aemond were to sever their solidary alliance, then her future would be most uncertain.

Otto Hightower would make her join with an old and withered Lord, no doubt – one with more than enough sons to further on his pesky line. One who couldn’t even get it up to her, who’d never procreate and mend their blood, who’d make sure Rhaenyra’s line would end with her.

Or perhaps she’d be sent to join the Faith – become a Septa or a Silent Sister, among the infamous Maris Baratheons of the Realm. Yet another girl who wouldn’t keep her tongue when asked.

And history might remember them as ‘the women who couldn’t be tamed’, but their lives would be thrown to ruin. Their existence would remain a sham.

No, she had whispered to herself, as she writhed into the soft bedding. If she still thirsted for revenge, she would have to marry Aemond. Keep him interested and relaxed – yearning for her voice and company.

… And if she had to whore herself to him to do it, she would obediently assume her role.

“I beg your pardon?” Aegon asked through another gulp of bitter wine, “Gods be good – I believe that now I’ve heard it all.”

Aemond paced about his brother’s room, with his hands clasped behind his back, and his face set into a deep grimace. He hummed in admission to his brother’s words, and glanced his way with the instance of a hooded eye.

“There is to be no bedding ceremony.” He repeated himself with ease, “I frightened her enough already. The girl will be plenty uncomfortable without the aid of chafing eyes.”

His brother smiled and raised his brows in nothing else but blinding wonder. A small shake of his head indicated his perplexion, and a sharp inhale his drawn decision.

“Mother insisted upon it. You know that well.” The man steadied himself in his chair as he spoke, whilst letting out a small grunt at the contact that the wood made upon his burnt remnants of skin. “I don’t see any reason to annul it. Especially now, an eve before.”

Another sip of the stinging liquor interrupted his smooth and ready trail of thought. The Targaryen brushed off Aemond’s concerns, and gleefully bided his teasing.

“It’ll do the two of you good – you’ll get to see she’s as pure as a bastard girl can be; and she’ll have no deniability that any of her future heirs are yours.” He pointed his weary digit in the direction of his stiffened form and swallowed down a hefty laugh. “Not to mention that Lord Redwyne and Tarly already placed bets on the state of her maidenhead. Would be a shame to disappoint them both, don't you think?"

“What mother thinks is of no consequence. And the amusement of the Realm matters not to me. There will be no bedding ceremony.”

“Nonsense, Aemond. It is our duty to upkeep the Realm – and to entertain its inhabitants if need be.”

When his reckless teasing was met with glacial silence, Aegon sighed as he briskly leaned forward. He watched his sibling with an indiscernible expression across his scorched veneer, and yawned greatly at his indisposed behaviour.

“Of course, we’re here to talk it out. But after so much time spent in your company, I fail to see the necessity for such a thing.” A sly smirk danced across his puffy lips, “Are you concerned that she won’t bleed? Or that you’ll be too cunt-struck by her to last enough to make a statement?”

Aemond’s fists descended upon the polished wood of Aegon’d desk. He thrashed his brother with a defiant glare, and hissed through his gritted teeth, and tight-set jaw.

“There will be no bedding ceremony for my niece and I. Tell that to every Lord that wishes to glance upon my wife – if they do so much as to cast their hands on her, they’ll be fucking their own wives with a wooden cock.”

Amusement laced with grave concern – the finality of Aemond's words ought to have vexed him, irk the King in his sibling's weighty insolence. Instead Aegon nodded, pushing back the feeling of dread that settled deep within his bones. His head jerked towards his closed oak door, signalling to his brother that his visit had been overstated. “What sort of brother would I be, to not grant you with this simple whim?”

The younger Targaryen mirrored his stance, and turned abruptly on his heel after a low grunt of gratitude.

His hand reached for the golden handle, but Aegon's words deterred him to a halt.

“But be careful with that one, Aemond. She’s brash and wholly unpredictable. Make sure the blood that stains your sheets come morning isn’t somehow your very own.”

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[transbunnyboi]

Okokokokok I have to detail this because its still fresh in my brain and I don't wanna forget it so !!!! ALSO This is gonna be a long post sooo!!! So what happened was, we were talking about automatic pianos and he said had one and that he could show it to me because he had it in his apartment. So we go and THIS DUDE ACTUALLY HAS ONE I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A PLOY TO GET ME TO HIS PLACE BUT NO. So he shows it to me and we talk about that and other stuff for a while and he asks if I wanna stay over for a bit and watch something with him so I agree and we get on the couch and I'm a feral idiot and I asked "Oh so is this when you pretend to yawn so you can pull me in for a kiss?" and we. Ended up making out on his couch without even turning the TV on >//////<

He just tastes soooo so so so good aaaaa I'm blushing just thinking about him!!!! You guys already know how I am and how feral I've been recently so I actually was very uhmmmmm rough with him kinda slightly a little bit (I pushed him down and got on top of him while kissing him and he bit my lip and it bled anddhfgsgdfjhgf >/////< !!!!!) and he kept calling me a pretty boy and oughhhhhhh (btw he really likes the colour brown, everything in there was like being at a really old dude's place. OKAY. I will say this in the middle of describing sex. His place is kinda exactly how someone would expect a professor's house to be. Like. It's like looking up dark acidemia on Pinterest and selecting the first image to be your entire house 😭 he also has old Halloween decorations still up 😭 this dude) ANYWAYS So I, a WHORE, started begging him to fuck me and I ended up with my pants and underwear at my ankles and him on his knees without his shirt and he… wasn't very good at oral but that's alright because his tongue felt really really good inside of me and he kept saying I tasted good sdfhgjsdgjfhd, and when his jaw got tired he leaned his head against my thigh and started stretching my boycunt with his fingers and then after a bit of that he went back to sucking my tdick. And okay. Okay. This is the part I. omfg.

He pulled back again and looked up at me and there was blood all over his lips and I guess it turns out that he ?? accidentally cut me or scraped against me too hard or something with his nails (his fingers are so big) or something but I didn't feel it at all and so I got kinda embarrassed and I started apologising and this bitch goes "It's okay, I like the taste of blood." AND WENT BACK IN AND OH MY GODDD Eventually he stands up and I'm practically frothing at the mouth because I can see how hard he is in his pants and I'm praying that he'll fuck me because my boycunt is literally stretched and my thighs are spread open for him but he ends up sitting next to me and pulling me onto his lap (having me face away), and this bastard moved my hair slightly and started biting me and. I haven't mentioned the fact that I get VERY limp with love bites, my entire body gets really really weak because my neck is extremely sensitive and dhsgdjfhgdhfg

And he starts asking me random fucking questions and I can't even respond because of the fact that I can fucking hear him biting and sucking on my neck and I'm WHIMPERING and squirming so fucking much and he fucking laughs slightly and makes fun of me for not being able to talk and fucckhdfgjdhgsjhdgf After me begging for so fucking fucking long he finally fucking buried his fingers back into my boycunt and hsdfghgfhjdsgfh gOd it felt so good and he kept palming my poor tdick and I swear to god it made up for him not being great at giving head I swear it felt so fucking good. His fingers felt so so so good inside my wet boycunt and he kept asking me questions about stupid shit and I couldn't pay attention at all and it felt so so fucking good !!!!!!!

two of the things that stuck out to me were "Does it feel good, baby? You're soaking my hand so well right now." And (this one made me whine and buck my hips sooo so much oguhh), "You always talk so much. What happened, honey?" AND OUGHHH FUCK. I feel the need to emphasise that he's. Southern. That he has a heavy southern accent, and a low voice. When I say that he fucking growled that petname in my ear I mean it, he fucking growled it and went back to biting my neck oughhh fucccck.

My cunt felt so fucking good and he ended up making out with me again before making me cum. He literally made me feel so fucking good and ough my god.

I asked if he wanted me to reciprocate but he said he didn't need it and we kissed for a really long time afterward and talked. I'm still at his place right now. I feel. Weird??? Idk just pray that he has like. idk a really weird hobby or is an actual murderer or something because I???? Idk aaaaaaaaaaaaa

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Mr. Rollo, how do I tell my crush I have a crush on him even though he doesn’t even know I exist and I’m too shy to approach him?

…also I think you need more sleep, you’re starting to look like a raccoon, and bae you’re not slaying that look at all

NO LEAVE HIM ALONE 😭 THE RACCOON EYES MAKE HIM CUTER (<- delusional) Rollo's voluntarily celibate/j

Like Fire, Hellfire.

"Hmph, so that is why your eyes have been wandering as of late." Rollo crossed his arms, mouth pulled back into an open frown. "You're dazed and distracted by some boy. Worse yet, it's one of those horrid mages. I can't say I approve."

You nodded sheepishly. You were doing a poor job of fighting the heat climbing to your face.

Rollo stared at you with a mixture of pity and revulsion. “If you're seeking romantic assistance, you've come to the entirely wrong person for it—especially not if you close your request off with a comment on how I present myself. I would never endorse such an endeavor to begin with."

"B-But..."

He fixed you with a stern look. "Rather than pursue the object of your affections, I strongly encourage you to abstain. Going down the path of passion will only lead you further astray. Such ardent desires should be curbed before they spiral into something you cannot hope to control."

"Whoa, whoa, don't you think that's saying too much?" you protested. "It's not like I'm going to commit murder just because I have feelings for someone."

"You may as well. Feelings of affection may appear innocuous at first glance, even comforting. I once foolishly believed the same of magic,” he spat, his words harsh and hateful. “Look where that has gotten us.”

Love. Magic. In the end, it was all the same.

Rollo set his jaw firmly, hands balling into fists. Neatly trimmed nails bit into the flesh of his palms.

“One little thing so easily snowballs into another. Infatuation leads to absentmindedness, absentmindedness leads to emotional distress, emotional distress leads to self-destruction." He waved a hand dismissively. "Not to mention all the nonsense of—"

Rollo made a face.

"—God forbid, longing looks, which leads to finger grazing, which leads to hand holding, which leads to kissing! To entrust the most vulnerable aspects of oneself to another is…!!”

Now he looked as though he was close to dry heaving. Or exploding. Maybe both at the same time.

He caught himself, and took a deep, calming breath. “… As I was saying, it would be far better for all parties for you to stash those bothersome thoughts away. No one will be hurt if you take care to avoid initiation. Heed my words: do not be tempted to sin and vice, however drunk you are on infatuation.”

“It’s not that easy.” You clutched both hands over your trembling heart. “Every part of me aches to be with him. I can’t just bury and deny these feelings. And if he ends up with someone else because I never said anything… I think that would hurt me the most.”

“You must resist its allure,” Rollo insisted sharply. “The feeling will wear away with time, I assure you.”

Just as I turned away from magic and the misery it brings.

Your shoulders slumped, hopeful expression sagging. A firecracker, at last coming to the end of its fuse—but not yet a broken heart.

You held on, steadfast. “You weren’t helpful at all, Mr. Rollo.”

“Come now, don’t make such a long face.” He heaved a sigh. “It's plain to see that there is no saving from whatever blasted enchantment has been cast upon you. All I am able to do is impart my advice and pray that you take it into consideration."

With that, he turned away. The conversation was over.

His piece was said.

Whatever happened next was up to you.

[xxsycamore]

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇

↬ ❌ You get trapped in the pantry with Napoleon.

Napoleon Bonaparte x gn!Reader • rating: M (MDNI) • tags: Suggestive Themes; Implied Sexual Content; Trapped; Making Out; Cooking; Unresolved Sexual Tension; Blueballing Napo • wordcount: 1,161 • masterlist

a/n: oh my god @princess-pray-a how did you know I needed exactly that to get back in shape after not being around for awhile? 😭❤ Thank you for giving me a word count too, it's soooo helpful actually!! I did end up writing a bit more than that, and it went in a whole another direction, but it was so fun!🥺 I hope it's alright if this became a little bit more suggestive than planned! Hope you enjoy, darlin'!! Missed u too! 🥺

"Oh, it smells soooo good in here!" You exclaim, welcomed by the yummy aroma of Napoleon's cooking upon entering the mansion's kitchen.

"Nunuche, you're finally here." Napoleon greets you with a wink, not missing a beat as he chops carrots and checks up on the stove simultaneously. He's handsome. He's way too handsome for your poor little nunuche heart.

"You're staring."

"Oh! I'm sorry. So, what do I do?" Having finished rolling up your sleeves and washing your hands, you trot up to Napoleon's side, dipping your pinky into the sauce bowl he just settled on the counter. Bringing it to your lips for a taste test he didn't ask for, you immediately nod. "It's good!"

Napoleon chuckles, placing the cutting board in front of you as he wipes himself off in the towel secured on his belt, something he always carries around when he gets serious in the kitchen. "Finish up with those for me, please? I'll go search for something in the pantry for a second."

"Okay!" You readily take the knife from his hand, noticing how Napoleon's warmth lingers on the handle. Holding your breath for a second, you will your heart to calm down so your fingers aren't shaky while performing the task.

Only when Napoleon's out of sight do you release your breath, left to your thoughts that are still revolving around the man. With all that hard work yet to be done, you doubt you'll get a moment for yourselves. True, Sebastian is nowhere to be seen right now, having gone into town to run some last-minute errands, but it's not like you can fool around with your lover. Especially not when you have twenty-five guests to feed...

The Napoleon who is sweet-talking in your head is suddenly muted as the voice of the very real Napoleon comes to your ears. He appears to be asking you to come to the pantry...?

"-But turn off the stove first!"

You set the knife down, doing as Napoleon said before striding up to where he is.

Opening the pantry's door, you spot Napoleon holding off the weight of a heavy box that seemingly has begun to fall from one of the highest shelves. Some smaller containers stacked on top of it start sliding down, likely filled with more of the fragile cutlery that is stored up there, and you have to react fast.

Letting go of the door that swings closed behind you, you barely pay attention to Napoleon's sudden protests as you move fast to join his side and reach up to help him out. Once everything is secured without accidents, you realize that Napoleon is crossing the small room in the direction of the door in desperate hopes of... opening it?

"Nunuche you shouldn't have let go of the door... I asked you to come because the handle fell off from this side!"

"I-What?! Oh no..."

The room is relatively small but well-lit, filled with all things necessary for the needs of a huge mansion's kitchen. With a bit more luck, something of help could be found so you can get out of there.

"This-This wasn't my idea of having a chance to spend some alone time with you...!"

Only when the words leave your mouth do you realize you spoke them, resuming the search in hopes Napoleon didn't hear you.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Napoleon casts a shadow over the shelve you examine as he towers over your crouching form. You rise to your feet, only to be guided by him to take a seat at the nearby ladder's third step.

"You seem a little hot. Why don't you rest here while I give it another go? I hope I won't have to end up busting the door, but..."

"Napoleon."

He lets a low hum as he looks down at you in question. You make a come-hither motion at him, and he places his hand on one of the higher steps, using it as leverage.

His breath tickles you, your chest heaving with a sharp inhale. Yet you still hold his gaze sternly.

"Are you sure you didn't lead me inside so we could end up stuck here alone?"

His clear turquoise eyes are piercing as if they say "so what if I did?"; yet the illusion lasts a mere second before laughter fills the small space between your bodies.

"And leave my work outside undone? You know me better than that, Nunuche, these people depend on us to throw a good party. I wouldn't let my desires get in the way."

His desires?

"So you want this as much as I do!"

"Want what?"

Face on fire, you produce an annoyed sound and quickly curse yourself for it. Napoleon is still a breather away. You give up and pull him by the shirt, catching his lips in a passionate kiss.

The small space fills with heavy breaths and the sounds of you seeking after each other's mouths, demandingly, fiercely, as if it has been ages since you last captured the other's lips. The rest of the world suddenly gets forgotten beyond the frame of the door that refuses to let the moment go away, much like the two of you - and you suddenly feel thankful.

Letting go for a long-needed breath, limbs spread on the ladder's steps, you hold Napoleon's cheek as if to prevent him from diving in for another kiss - just for a moment.

"So what if- the desire is mine- ? Would you let it get in your way of taking care of anyone but me, just for a little bit?"

Napoleon watches you mesmerized, playing with the button of your shirt. The familiar boyish smirk blooms on his lips, but there's something almost soft to it, for reasons unknown to you.

"Since when did my Nunuche get so selfish?"

Like an uncorked champagne bottle, Napoleon rains needy kisses on your neck, suddenly becoming the more desperate one between you, or at least that's how it seems. You let him feast on you one little bite at a time, your hands moving up and down his back, letting him take his time deciding on a spot to sink his fangs into.

It still feels unfair, seeing as how easily he's got you wrapped around his finger as soon as his bullying broke you and you confessed your shameful thoughts. Too bad that surrender feels good to you.

You can hear steps in the distance, and suddenly the muffled voice of Sebastian calling out 'Monsieur Napoleon' comes from the kitchen.

Napoleon shifts quickly, looming over you as he tries to communicate with you with his gaze alone. He knows what you must do, but the inner fight is written on his face; brows knit in the middle and cheeks still rosy from the heated ordeal.

He looks almost offended, fangs poking past his agape lips, glistening with bloodlust.

You have a devious smile on your face.

"Sebastian, help! We're in here!"

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[fatuismooches]

heyyy basically

i’m feeling absolutely shit rn bc i’ve worked myself into an utter state (god i’m praying i don’t faint after my exam and nullify it) so like what better to do than to come up with a brainrot

just imagine, it’s fragile! reader and they’ve got an upcoming assessment, biggest of the semester but fuck they just can’t study. their headaches are debilitating and constant but they push through anyways because god they need to get that score. they can’t fall behind now. and dottores been watching you all day, he knows he can’t get in your way, you were practically unstoppable; it was one of the things that drew him to you in the first place. but rn? god rn seeing you like this planted a strange feeling in his cold excuse of a heart and he knew he couldn’t just leave you like this. without a word, he saunters over, and gently pries the quill from your hands, you protest but you haven’t the energy for much more really and so you let him. you let him guide you to the bed and you let him lay you down and slip in next to you. he wasn’t a man who thought much of ‘cuddles’ or whatever the hell you called it. yet he wraps his arms around you, gentle yet so firm you’d think a breeze could snatch you away. yet he cradles a hand behind your head and runs his fingers through your tresses, combing out knots, combing out stress. yet he presses you against him and lets the unspoken reassurances flow onto you through the way he pulls you under his sanctity. ‘don’t break yourself’ whispered his fingers as they traced meaningless alchemical symbols on your skin. ‘you’re perfect the way you are, you don’t need to do this’ reassured the proximity between the two of you. the only word that was vocalised between in the quiet sanctuary was your name. there it hung, palpable and present in the air. and nothing more was needed to be said

LOL SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG, can u tell i’m dying for comfort rn 😭

HOPE THAG MAKES IP FOR MY ABSENCE LMAOO

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🌕 ANON?? THAT FIRST SENTENCE IS VERY ALARMING PLEASE REST??? Studying and working are important but you and your wellbeing are more important 💖 Balance is key, please make sure to relax 😔 But the brain rot? *chef kiss*

If you had the energy to, you'd laugh at how poor your situation was. This... mysterious illness of yours just had to appear when finals were right around the corner. If it was just a cold or a slight fever, you could have worked through it, just as you had many times before, but this pain was unlike any you ever had endured. But anyway, surely you could get through this. It was only a few more days, and you absolutely had to do good. Especially since this professor was notorious for his long and complicated exams. Especially because you couldn't bear to think what would happen if you fell behind. What Zandik would think of you.

You could always tell when Zandik was looking at you because anyone really could feel the piercing stare he gave off. You two studied in the same room but in different spaces for maximum concentration and organization. You used to ask him questions and such but you've been far too quiet now for his liking after since you became sick. And while he does admire how perseverant you are to knowledge, he does not enjoy forcing you to go to sleep or watching you barely touch your food while studying. Even he has to acknowledge the limitations of humanity. No human can properly function like this.

The silence he used to crave becomes unsettling, and he shall tolerate it no more. You don't even notice him coming up behind you, thinking he's too focused on his own stuff, so when your pen is plucked from you rather easily you're surprised for a good few seconds. You're opening your mouth to protest but the words don't come out when you see the expression on your lover's face. Zandik gives you a look that you have only seen a few times but understands well - the one where he will have his way, he won't take no for an answer.

So when he pulls you from your desk and lays you on the bed, you can't help but mutter some grumbles as to how you were perfectly fine, and he did this kind of stuff before so why couldn't you do it, which he promptly shuts you up with a flick to the forehead and soft blankets. He doesn't verbalize it but it's because you are clearly tired and sick. You are sick with something he doesn't understand for once in his life and he cannot seem to find any kind of information or research or anything whether it was from hundreds of years ago to a few. And you are pushing yourself through it with no knowledge of the consequences, and no knowledge means no predictability. And then means there is uncertainty which he does not like when it comes to you. For once, he is unsure. Zandik does not enjoy that feeling.

When he initiates the act of cuddling you are surprised but do not question or tease him for once, as comfort was what you desired the most now. Your senses were all hazy from the onslaught of illness and studying and he was being so un-Zandik-like but you lived for moments like these. Your brain had trouble processing his movements but he was doing all the things you enjoyed, fuzziness and heat warming your body. You could make out the lines being drawn on your body, a habit he tended to do unconsciously. The rubbing of your skin in the sore places from studying nonstop. No words needed to be said. Zandik wasn't very adept with flowery words anyway, and you preferred it that way. This meant more than words could convey, and you fell asleep quickly in your beloved's arms.

Zandik looked at you, completely knocked out with not-so-subtle eyebags. Your painfully weak grasp on his shirt. You were far smarter than what a test said anyway. He himself knew that for sure. Maybe that final of yours will be postponed. Better yet, canceled. He'll see what he can do.

Whenever I'm in Sumeru I'm always reminded of how I'd NEVER EVER join the Akademiya because of how hellish it seems, so much work and years to graduate, too much thinking, way too many smart people there who would talk circles around me, uniform, studying, failing, no sleep, and then there are students like Layla barely surviving 😭 I have no talent but sign me up for theater 🙏

Anyway... I appreciate all short and long brain rots, they're so 🥰 I wish I could provide more comfort but... *hugs you* <33

[bau-drabbles]

oh.. sexualising old men time?? (NOT) gideon anon here :3 i’d like to believe that gideon would be the sweetest partner ever (like remember that date he had when he was in the cabin?) and i really think that if you’re stressed out about work, gideon would be by your side in an instant and listen to your rambles or even hold you close when you need someone to 🥹 that being said, he’d draw out your orgasms nice and slow, really making sure every part of you is tended to and cared for till you’re putty in his arms. i can see this being played out as you’re leaning into his chest with your back against him, in his lap, and his fingers gently swiping against the folds and applying pressure at just the right spots while he peppers kisses against your cheek and temple and talking about how good you are or even gently telling you to pay attention to the movie as he dips his fingers into you, carefully fingering you with his pointer and middle finger (but let’s be honest your mind is a mess with all that soft squelching sounds from how aroused you are??) you can feel him harden beneath you and when you beg for him to let you take him he’ll smile and shake his head, saying that this night is all about you and its for you to relax <33 what a gentleman !! makes you cum a few times before he cleans up and tucks in you in bed … ugh what a darling

buuut if you meant aaron hotchner,,, can you imagine make up sex with him? imagine getting into an argument with him that made you exchange not so pleasant words which practically made the both of you blinded with anger ?? can you imagine going out on field and missing the way he calls out for you to stay back and so you get caught in a crossfire that almost risked your life?? aaron at the verge of tears as he holds you close once the unsub was caught and immediately begging and apologising to your unconscious body while you were on the way to the hospital?? aaron sobbing out broken apologies the minute you wake up?? aaron kissing the back of your hand gently as he sits by your hospital bed watching you hold back tears and move to cup his face?? feeling the stubble since he’s been with you for days and was too worried leave you for long?? okay but. the make up sex once you’re feeling muuch better and back on your feet? aaron would be between your legs for hours on end if you let him, letting your legs tremble and squeeze against his head as he laps at that one particular sensitive spot .. or maybe his slow thrusts into you and he hugs you close, revelling in the way you claw his back from overstimulation but also tearing up as he spills out yet another string of apologies, kissing your shoulders, cheeks and neck :( he whispers how he would never doubt you again — that you just mean too much to him and that he’d do anything just for you to be safe in his arms everyday. between the heavy pants and frantic kisses, he still holds you close and mutters how you’re one of the best things in his life :( sad but horny aaron hotchner would drive anyone insane

MY LOVE WE RLLY NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS 😭😭

but SAD HORNY HOTCH?????? 😭😭😭😭 pls yes yes yes the yearning!!!!! the pain!!!! the pure desire as he leaves no stone unturned when touching your body!!!! the stubble alone would send me but the fact that he would be there by your side every second of every day :(( unable to concentrate on anything but you. hoping and praying that someone out there will help you. his team getting so upset because they've never seen their unit chief this distraught :(( all he needs is someone, anyone, to tell him you'll be okay. he needs your pretty fingers squeezing his fingers, to show him you'll be okay again

AND the makeup sex??? 😵‍💫😵‍💫 poor baby would definitely shed tears as he enters you, because he genuinely believed at one point during the hospital he could never be between your arms again. he gives you so many orgasms, truly the feeling in your body is borderline pain and pleasure now. he can't even help himself, his strong arms holding your waist, unable to leave your warm body as he thrusts into you again and again. you can feel his tears against your skin, trying to soothe him but he can't. even if you're right here, in the most intimate position ever, he can't help it. he really thought he had lost you. his lips never stop saying your sweet name, giving kisses over and over as if you're a drug and he's lost all control

shut up i'm yearning so bad now 😭😭🤲🤲🤲

[valkblue]

— 10 Characters

I was tagged by @commander-krios to play this game. Thank you for the tag, and sorry it took me two months to answer! 🤣

Rules: pick up to 10 characters and share one of your favorite lines of dialogue you have ever written for them!

Tagging: @isilrina @queen-scribbles @pheedraws @amistrio @mrdekarios @nostrategy-justdo @something-tofightfor @the-blind-assassin-12 @starknstarwars @joels6string @storyknitter ... and who wants to play along! 💕

I wouldn't say these are my ultimate favourite lines of dialogue but some that come to mind when trying to answer the question… but I still had to choose just one quote/snippet among them 😭

1. Lawrence Gonzalez, from Journey Into Night [ Westworld ]

"Hey!" He shouted at Lawrence, engaging in awkward conversation. "Where-uh... are you heading? We... we've got a few questions for you, you mind answering 'em?"

The whole thing would have looked a lot more compelling if he'd lowered his gun, and the ever-present threat of the canon urged Lawrence to keep silent and his own Colt trained on him.

"Is there somebody else with you, here ?"

"Listen, my friend," Lawrence drawled. "I'm all about meetin' new folks around, chattin' at gunpoint an' all but, ain't a good time right now..."

He took a few careful steps back towards his horse, still not lowering his Colt.

… Just one for Lawrence!?! Rude!!

2. Armistice, from Journey Into Night [ Westworld ]

Armistice turned away from her and wandered into the room's central space, looking around as if searching for the speakers set high into the concrete walls. Vivian watched her shoulders relax, her step lighten, and what she had at first thought to be the haze of surprise were nothing more than shuffling dance steps. The music matched the shift in Armistice's behaviour.

"It's... it's as if I can see the notes floating in the air!" She reached out in front of her with shy, trembling fingers. "All around..."

Even her speech was lighter, softer. Vivian was far from imagining she'd trigger such a strong response from her, but she took a slow breath, touched as much as relieved.

3. Maeve Millay, from Journey Into Night [ Westworld ]

Maeve's facial expression twitched slightly in frustration.

"I don't recall having seen you here. Not these days, not ever for that matter."

"You weren't part of my batch," Vivian answered flatly. "And yes, I was in the park."

"Enjoying some killing and fucking, I presume? One has to blow some steam, isn't it. Until everything blows in your face."

Vivian hardly unclenched her teeth to word out:

"You presume wrong, then."

Maeve scoffed, openly disdainful.

"Maeve..." Bernard stepped in, quieting what he might have guessed to be a brewing conflict. "Vivian was in the park because Ford intended for her to die at the gala with everyone else..."

"Is that supposed to make me feel sympathetic?"

4. Peter "The Professor" Abernathy, from Journey Into Night [ Westworld ]

"Free!" shouted the one standing in front of the map — Peter — as Lawrence, Bernard and Armistice approached. "Free, she is!" He glared at Armistice. "We have scortch'd the snake, not kill'd it! She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth."

Lawrence was puzzled; Ivy had told him a little about the man and his state, but it was still worrying. Armistice, as for her, made no reply to this tirade.

"Pray she keeps quiet…"

"Any news from Shard?"

Bernard's question eased him back to a more neutral look.

"No, not yet."

5. The Man In Black "Delos" (VS Vivian), from Journey Into Night [ Westworld ]

She let out another sigh, calmer, but it got cut short by a gasp of surprise when a clatter of items dropped on the table in front of her and made her bring her arms back to her chest in a defensive gesture. Delos was standing right there and had just covered the table — and the maze — with a bunch of medical supplies. Medical supplies she recognized very well.

"You went through my saddlebags?!"

"Yeah," Delos retorted with an uncomfortable groan as he sat down. "Sue me…"

6. Hector Escaton, from Journey Into Night [ Westworld ]

Hector stepped into the changing room, two of the samurais holding the doors open for him. His eyebrows raised at Vivian's gun barrel pointed at him.

"You don’t know how this place works yet, do you, my friend?"

And, ignoring Vivian and the threat of her revolver, he faced Lawrence.

"Those are empty" he stated, as cynical as he was playful.

Vivian cocked the hammer. "Mine isn’t…"

"And what will you do, shoot me? And after that?"

The remark ruffled her feathers a little; not because of the teasing tone, but rather because she had indeed no idea what she was going to do. She'd only been caught off guard while she was finally easing up a bit and, these days, Vivian didn't like surprises.

"Hector, please…"

"Don’t waste your breathe on me, I’m only a messenger! So, if you aren’t planning on emptying your barrel on me just yet, I’ve been sent to ask you to follow me. Without a fight, if you can do that."

7. young Din Djarin, from Part 2, The Foundlings [ The Mandalorian ]

The young boy was sleeping, or seemed to be, when Din got close enough to see him clearly, his eyes well adjusted to the darkness of the room. He sat on the cold floor, shivering to feel the heat of his bed escape him but he tried to ignore it when Grinn whimpered again.

Din pulled the thick blankets on the boy’s back and gently squeezed his shoulder. Grinn didn’t wake up at his touch, nor moved, stifling another sob. Din struggled against the pain that was tightening his throat, swallowing hard.

“Sshh…”

The sound coming from his own mouth felt strange, unknown, new.

“It-it’s alright,” he heard himself breathe quietly. “You’re safe now.”

... or maybe this one from chapter 7 - The Corellian Run:

“And what’s a guilded bounty hunter’s business on Corellia?"

None of yours, Din would have loved to retort. But he kept his mouth shut. So much in fact, that he didn’t even answer, and an awkward silence lingered long enough for the agent to raise her eyes and stare at them.

... but he doesn't exactly speak, you see? 🤣 So, does it still count?!

8. Greef Karga, from chapter 2 - The Remnant, Lost and Found [ The Mandalorian ]

“One more thing before I let you go…"

Din readied himself to receive another load of unpleasant news. But Karga only took something from one of the desk cabinets, something he gave him over the tabletop and that Din recognized with a touch of relief — his missing thigh plate.

"This is yours, I believe?"

He first stared at Karga before reaching for his piece of armor.

"You know, we have laws against littering in this city, now."

He scoffed before adding:

"But I’ll let it pass this time.”

9. Peli Motto, from chapter 7 - The Corellian Run, Lost and Found [ The Mandalorian ]

“Your crew won’t be a problem, right?" she insisted, both fists on her hips and making her thick curls jump on her shoulders with a nod. "You see, they have a kid… And a lil’ one like that don’t need all that spacer ronto scrag, okay?" Without taking her fists off her sides, she shot a quick glance over her shoulder at Elara to whom she said: "No offense, of course."

"None taken." Elara pursed her lips to hold back a smile; to be honest, she was more or less sharing Peli’s opinion on the matter.

10. Tip-yip The Child 🤫, from chapter 5 - The Scholar, Lost and Found [ The Mandalorian ]

The glow grew darker and the voice made his mind rumble like the storm in the orange skies over the tall trees of that world where he had been, like the mechanical heart of the ships cutting through the black void and shimmering stars…

He doesn't speak, but he perceives...

[simp-is-here]

God Help The Outcasts (Obey Me! Simeon x Reader)

(Obviously this is inspired by the song God Help The Outcasts from The Hunchback of Norte Dame but with a couple lyric changes to fit. And kinda had this thing in mind)

(Also. I am working on the requests sent to me it’s just a little difficult for me to write what I think is worthy enough for you guys)

Warning: possible OOC Simeon, his Angel ranking is different in this I believe, supposed to be set a bit farther back in time, slightly implied societal unfairness

Summary: Simeon sits in the rafters of the cathedral and writes down every prayer to give to God later on. Then he ends up hearing a prayer that isn’t like everyone else’s.

(I suck a summaries 😭)

Here high in the rafters of the stone church sits an angel, doing his assigned task of collecting the prayers of the humans below him, finally obtaining silence as each one left. The sound of the church doors opening caused his hand to pick up his scroll, readying for another uncharitable request to God.

“I don’t know if you can hear me, or if you’re even there. I don’t know if you would listen to my prayers”

(I am now slightly tipsy from drinking wine while doing world building for a webtoon idea. So let’s see if I can still do this 😂)

Simeon hands lowered his eyes towards towards you who gazed at the cross in front of you, leaning against the stone pillar, uncertainty fixed your eyes.

“Yes, I know I’m just an outcast. I shouldn’t speak to you. Still I see your face and wonder, we’re you once an outcast too?”

Your fingered trailed behind you, running across the pews while your feet carried you. The sunlight that shone through the coloured windows reflected in your eyes, drawing Simeon in like a welcoming embrace.

His wings fluttered softly, following you from above, completely enchanted by you.

“God help the outcasts hungry from birth, show them the mercy they don’t find on earth. God help my people, we look to you still. God help the outcasts or no body will.”

He was taken aback from this request, he had sat on those rafters many times, but hardly ever had he heard someone pray for someone else without demanding something in return. Earlier’s prayers repeated in his mind, seeing just how different people could be.

‘I ask for wealth’

‘I ask for fame’

‘I ask for glory to shine on my name’

‘I ask for love I can possess’

‘I ask for God and his angels to bless me’

The selfless words spoke over them, drowning out the prayers in his head.

“I ask for nothing, I can get by. But I know so many less lucky than I.”

The angels feet barely made a sound when they touched the floor, his chest beating like a melody to your words.

“Please help my people, then poor and down trod. I thought we all were children of God.”

The cross loomed over you once more, falling to your knees as through the weight of it was pushing you down.

“God help the outcasts, children of God.”

You lingered there for a moment, tears falling down your cheeks. A gasp left your lips at the feeling of a finger gently clearing the tear from your face.

He is infront of you, eyes that held a gentleness as he knelt beside you, his hand never leaving it’s spot.

“Don’t be discouraged.”

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Thank you for reading. If you have any requests just send them to me and I’ll try to write them to the best of my ability

And remember you are a fantabulous human being and that is my opinion to which you can not change my opinion so better just accept that you’re an amazing person who is doing a fantastic job. Keep up the great work. Have a good day or night or whatever you’re reading this at

[emmyrosee]

EMMY YES UNCLE HCS ARE JUST AS GOOD AS DAD HC OMG U OPENED MY EYES TO A WHOLE NEW WORLD 🤯🥴🤩

Uncke Bokuto is just an absolute disaster, yes yes yes!!!!! He loves and care for baby Akaashi so much, but he also is teaching a clumsy toddler who just learned to walk how to do a cartwheel, and i bet it ended with both bokuto and baby girl akaashi having matching arm casts 😭😭

but you know what?!? it gets even worse for Keiji when he asks someone else to babysit. if uncle Bokuto is a chaotic disaster that leaves Keiji to immediately try to undo all the mess, uncle Konoha is much, much, much worse.

Konoha is an enabler. what baby girl wants baby girl gets. and sometimes she wants the most absurd things in the world because shes five!!! oh, and he will fight and bully others for her, teaching her how to get back at the mean kids and now Keiji is having a super awkward time at the PAT meetings.

but the worst of it all, is how he uses his babysitting hours to flirt. he takes Baby Akaashi to the park after reharsing with her what shes supposed to say to make him look good in front of the hot milfs pretty ladys, who all swoon over this very very charming man that is also so good with kids!! a caring & lovable uncle, really!!!

and then later that night Keiji is left to answer the most god-awful questions that formed in his sweet and innocence baby's mind, after she accidentally heard it (an unawared) uncle Konoha say it to one of the pretty ladies

oh. wait. i got carried away i'm sorry sjdheknshe

UNCLE KONOHA NEEDS TO MARRY ME LIKE. YESTERDAY-

Wait. Okay. Pause.

Bokuto and baby kaashi having matching casts is absolutely precious, Bokuto feels so bad about it because his poor little pseudo-niece got hurt because of him, and keiji wants to absolutely maul him with everything he has, but it’s hard to be full of rage when Mei comes up to him with a smile and eagerly asks him to sign her cast.

But uncle kONOHA??? MENACE.

It’s bad enough he cannot say no to Mei, honestly it’s his weakness. She’s got Keiji’s eyes and the cutest little curls, she was made to make Konoha cave, and she knows that.

Popsicles? Okay, one more. Baggie of chips? With dinner. Box of pocky? Only if she shares with him. And when Mei gets home and upchucks all of those treats, and she’s crying and whining because she doesn’t feel good, Keiji promises he’s never going to let Konoha even look at Mei again.

“No. I’m putting my foot down-“

“Babe, he’s free. And as crooked as it is, he does love her, and he’ll keep her safe.”

Except. Even that’s debatable.

Because Konoha knows his pseudo-niece is precious, and he knows that she catches the eye of every mom in the park. The way she eagerly tugs his hand to get to the swings, the pout she gives him to go down the slide with her, even the way her blue eyes glimmer with tears when she trips and falls in the wood chips, but giggles when he gives her a loud “KABOOM!” to make her feel better.

“You’re so good with her,” one of the mom’s coo when he sits down with Mei, her cheeks flushed as she gulps down a juice box. He can very clearly see her looking for a ring on his finger, and he knows he’s got this mom right where he wants her.

“Thanks,” he chuckles. He buries his nose in Mei’s hair affectionately, “mommy and daddy went to work today, huh munchkin?”

“Uh-huh!” She says to the nice lady, “n Uncle Ko takes care of me when they do!”

She’s definitely getting an ice cream cone for that.

“Well I’m so glad he does!” The mom coos, ruffling her dark hair, and all Konoha can do is pray Mei doesn’t tell her dad that a stranger touched her. Then, her gaze turns flirtatious back to Konoha, “is there an aunt who takes care of her as well?”

And the day goes on; Mei gets whatever ice cream she wants when the lady leaves, and she gets smothered in kisses for being such a good lil’ actress girl at the park, and a few hours later when an exhausted Keiji comes home, he smiles when Mei runs with open arms to her dad.

“Daddy! Daddy!” She squeals, giggling as Keiji lifts her up. “Uncle Ko’ took me to the park today!”

“Is that right?” He hums, kissing her cheek. Sharp blue eyes flick to the dirty blonde, “he better have used sunscreen.”

“No, it smells icky!” She says, pulling a face. Konoha blanched, and Keiji sterns his gaze. So much for keeping secrets. “Hey, squirt, maybe we should-“

“What else did you do today, Mei?”

“We met a nice lady at the park, ‘n uncle Ko bought her a’ ice cream ‘n she said she’d give him a number ‘n said that they should have a play date together- do you go on play dates, too, daddy?”

The vein in Keiji’s head pops out. Konoha swallows.

“Only with mommy,” he snarls. He sighs as he plants Mei back on her feet, “why don’t you go play in the living room, princess?” Eagerly, Mei runs into the living room, and Konoha gives Keiji a smile.

“So… I’m going to head out-“

“You got a woman’s number?” Keiji growls, and Konoha raises his hands in defense. “Hey, to be fair, I didn’t know she heard-“

“You used my child for flirting purposes?” He says with furrowed brows. “You pimped my baby out for a date?”

“Well when you say it like that-“

“You are so fuckin’ lucky my wife and kid like you,” he growls, shrugging off his coat. Then, he takes a deep breath to calm himself down, he doesn’t like fighting when Mei’s around. “I don’t have the energy for you, I have to talk to my child; and for the love of the gods, please reinforce the idea that talking to strangers is bad.”

Konoha grins and claps keiji on the back, “you got it bud. See you Friday?”

“If I don’t goddamned stroke before then.”

@meloomi WAKE UP BABE, NEW UNCLE HEAD CANONS DROPPED-

[bcofl0ve]

I wouldn't get my hopes up too much about any quick announcements re: City on Fire. Don Winslow has a new book to sell, so he's building up hype for it, but I imagine him blabbing his mouth on Twitter about the film will be shut down very soon (like, that Matt Damon namedrop seemed completely unsanctioned at worst and wishful thinking at best – not in a million years would something like that would be announced via a random tweet). They don't even have a script, there's no director – there's a loooong way to go before any more proper announcements. I won't be mad if I'm proven wrong, though.

And on a similar note, I saw some people bummed about no Bikeriders at Cannes – that one I understand, but if it's not ready, it's not ready (at least according to Thierry Frémaux). Just because there were test screenings happening and those who were there thought it looked ~90% done, doesn't mean that it's actually ready to be screened publicly, we don't know what the inner workings there are and what Jeff Nichols wants – and if he needs more time, give it to him, he knows what he's doing, his previous films have been insanely good. (A better question is – where's Poor Things in that lineup, since that was shot almost two years ago and Yorgos Lanthimos has almost finished another film by now, but I digress.)

And Dune, which some seemed to expect too, was never ever going to happen at Cannes – Venice was the best bet, but they already announced that it's not going there either. CinemaCon is happening very soon, though, so maybe some new pics or even a trailer might come out of that (or – since it's very much a trade, not fan event – at least a description of a trailer if they show one there).

Eek, sorry for the length. But I find this a lot more fun than Austin relationship talk. :D

i also like talking about this more than discoursing about kaia but again with the whole i talk about what i get anons about thing 😭. so using this as a post to say y’all pls send things about austin’s projects for us to discuss!!!

the matt damon thing was about a diff book adaption entirely LOL. but yeah. i really like don and have nothing against the man, and i did get the vibe he may be a little ‘too’ excited and talking ahead of himself. though i hope if nothing else he nabs a selfie with austin at the production meeting happening this week 🙏🏼. and the og press release did say this movie is a big priority for Sony, so i do think things will move quite fast once the ball is actually rolling re: production meetings starting/more groundwork being laid etc.

and agree about bikeriders! it’s unfortunate in that i got the vibe from that article that mr.cannes did want it there, it just wasn’t ready. trusting the process though! and i of course would prefer a great final product premiering somewhere else vs something ‘sloppy’ premiering at cannes y’know?

i am pumped for cinemacon, including for news on non-austin projects, and am crossing my fingers praying manifesting etc we get some dune 2 something there.

[xynnoix]

"I have an announcement," Long Xiaojiao says, a far too serious expression on her face as she dangles half of herself off the couch. Qi Xiaotian knows her better, though; he knows what that look means.

The look of all seriousness, and at the same time, all the bullshit possible, and it's specifically for one thing. He dreads that look, just like how he dreads Pigsy threatening to get the ridiculous delivery machine that could break down several times in a row. Qi Xiaotian would know; he's worked part-time jobs at other restaurants before, and they're terrible.

The look on Long Xiaojiao's face is just as bad, just as terrible, and he doesn't want to stay any longer now.

"This," Red Son grouses, gaze flickering up from the poor, half torn machine and Qi Xiaotian prays for his quick death, "better be good."

"Oh, I promise it's good." Long Xiaojiao flashes Red Son a charming smirk that has him flushing bright red. Qi Xiaotian silently approves. "It's really good."

And that is his cue to leave. "So, uh, I gotta go," Qi Xiaotian says brightly, and two heads swivel to stare at him with one look of surprise and one look of suspicion. He lets out a laugh of nervousness, takes a slow step back towards the door. "Nice seeing you all, but I think Pigsy's got some orders for me to deliver–"

The look on Long Xiaojiao's face is priceless. Red Son, on the other hand, looks less impressed.

"Your boss," Red Son drawls after a moment of awkward silence, stretching the word out, "directly called my phone number to tell me that you were to take the night off before some sort of enemy appears again. I would appreciate it greatly if your guardian wouldn't burst open my eardrums again."

The one time Pigsy had to destroy his only way out of this. Qi Xiaotian prays to the gods that he gets out of this alive once again.

Long Xiaojiao's face smooths out into a beaming smile, as he sits down again, this time next to the wall. "That's great!" she cheers, and her smile nearly makes him want to stay. Nearly. "Now I can tell you my announcement!"

"Dragon girl, just please get on with it. I don't have all day." Red Son lifts a calloused hand to drag through his hair. Qi Xiaotian tries very hard to ignore the black soot smudged along Red Son's fingers. It's not that much better when Long Xiaojiao lets out a soft laugh and her gaze softens.

"It won't take long," Long Xiaojiao assures him, clears her throat next and abruptly lifts up from her dangling. Qi Xiaotian slowly starts a chant inside his head for a diversion. "Now, my announcement! I have fantastic news to share with you all!"

Someone attack, someone attack, someone attack–

"There is..."

There is no escape from this nightmare, it seems. Qi Xiaotian thuds his head against the wall and closes his eyes to hear the inevitable doom.

"A new series of Chockers!"

One beat.

Two.

And–

"What are Chockers?" Red Son asks, like the clueless fool he is. The poor, poor fool. He has no idea what's coming next.

Long Xiaojiao's smile turns predatory. "Let me show you the ads."

Qi Xiaotian regrets ever coming to hang out with his friends on this day.

NOOOOO AJHAAHHAHAHAHSHSHA YOU ACTUALLY DID IT- OH GOSH NO- LMAOOOO

I'M CRYING- HELP 😭 IT WAS JUST A TYPO MYA, MY BRAIN WAS JUST SHORT-CIRCUITED, WHY/lh

[electrathejellicle123]

I'm currently reading Alison Weir's Six Tudor Queens series, AGAIN. I love the series so much! Heres what I think of them:

Katherine of Aragon: The true Queen

Before I read this, I wasn't quite fascinated by Henry VIII's first queen. But when I started reading this on Christmas day, the day before I tested positive for covid, I couldn't put the book down! It was really good! It helped with my self isolation.

Anne Boleyn: A King's Obsession

When I saw 'Six fingers' somewhere in the book, my heart broke. She never had six fingers! It was a myth. By the end of the book, I felt so bad for her. Henry just wanted to get rid of her just to marry Mistress Jane Seymour...but I love this book so much! I'm currently reading it again now. Yes, Anne Boleyn is my favourite, I even have an Anne Boleyn necklace lol.

Jane Seymour: The haunted Queen

AHHHH! the end of the book....oh the sadness! OH THE TEARS IN MY EYES WTH. And now Mary, Elizabeth and now baby Edward...don't have a mother. My god, this is heartbreaking. Love this book so much 😭

Anne of Cleves: Queen of Secrets

I wasn't fascinated by Anna before, but also, Like the Aragon book, When I read it, I felt like...'I can't believe I thought this...'

I first read it during the first days of February.

Katheryn Howard: The tainted Queen

WHY ARE THE ENDINGS OF THESE BOOKS SO SAD! WHYYY *sobs loudly*

When it ends after Katheryn placing her head on the block and praying...heart was shattered into pieces. She was very young. But we don't know whether she was guilty or innocent, so it is up for debate. We don't know whether she had pregnancies or not, as well.

Katherine Parr: The Sixth Wife

This made me understand Katherine more. May I just say....THOMAS SEYMOUR IS A IDIOT. Poor Lizzie. I have mixed feelings for Katherine Parr, overall.

Really good book series, I love it 😁

[etherealinowrites]

i have jeongin brain rot 😭

jeongin fucking into you slowly as he pushes your legs apart further, holding them away to get a deeper thrust while softly whispering praises into your ear.

oh my god ME TOO FAFFSF

the jeongin brain rot is REAL REAL REAL AND ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS YOUR FIRST TIME? OH GOD

welp- my hand slipped-

i saw you and i knew | jeongin | m

pairing- sub!virgin female reader x soft dom!jeongin

genre- angst, smut

summary- it had been 5 years since you last saw jeongin, your longtime crush. now you both have ended up in the same college away from your hometowns. it’s got to be more than a coincidence, right?

or alternatively, 

jeongin loved how good you were for him.

sexual content warnings- vanilla sex, readers first time, fingering, pussy licking, use of pet name- angel, teasing, smut, explicit sexual content, cream pie, unprotected sex (please only have protected sex), whipped jeongin

wc-6K

requested- yes

masterlist

taglist- @dreamescapeswriting @cocainee-queen

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ten years.

ten long fucking years.

ten years spent pining over the one guy.

yang jeongin.

you hated that name. yet loved it to pieces. it was a puzzling contradiction. one that didn’t make sense to you either. having once loved him, his name had a special set of emotions that rose up at it’s mention. and now, after five, incredibly long years, you finally almost got over him.

got over the hopeless one sided crush on the cute senior from your school. 

you had just stepped into the hallway on your first day of uni, ready to begin afresh and forget the pining pain of the past five years. however, it seemed like destiny had other plans as you saw him standing, a few feet away from you, laughing with his friends at something funny.

your stomach churned, eyes went wide as the pain of the last ten years came rushing back like a tidal wave. it was not like you hated him no, the poor guy had not caused even an ounce of harm. blissfully unaware of your crush on him, he’d lived his virtuous school life and then moved away after five years of you moving there. 

you’d cried.

of course you had.

you’d never even confessed or found the lest semblance of a closure with your feelings for him. and he’d left. you’d hoped that his move would reduce your feelings for him, but apprentely you were dead wrong. the guy did not leave your running brain for even a day. everything seemed like a remainder, from the common hallways to the classes. everything had been a part of jeongin once.

and now, now that you were finally kind of over him, or so you liked to believe. you see him, all fresh in his handsome glory, laughing like an angel.

he turned, catching your eye and you almost ducked or turned to avoid his eyes but he smiled softly, eyes widening as he slowly recognised you, placing you in his mind as a familiar person. 

he looked the same, except he’d outgrown his chubby cheeks, lost the baby fat and gotten a sharp angular jawline.

you had no idea what to do, your brain was bubbling with emotions, it was like middle school all over again, with the cute senior catching eyes of young girls all over again and you couldn't help but bite your lip and nervousness before you swiftly turned, ignoring him and walking away for good. it was for your own good, you told yourself.

i can’t waste another ten years of my life.

walking away from him as quick as your sneaker clad feet could carry you, you blinked your eyes in deep sorrow, willing for your heart to not lurch. before you knew it, you’d bolted put of the room only find a hand placed on your wrist. you closed your eyes, praying to all the gods you knew. 

please don’t let the warm grip on your arm be jeongin’s. please. anybody but jeongin.

the warm hand at your wrist tightened around yours, and a quick “y/n?” made  you stop.

your body stilled, mind going into overdrive a you prayed to every single god out there for the hand to not be jeongin’s. 

news flash.

you turned to see him, staring up at you with wide curious eyes, the same bright smile and black hair. 

an expression of confusion and recognition flitted through his features before his smile deepened. “you’re y/n? aren’t you?” 

unable to stop yourself from melting into his smile, you had no other option other than smiling back at him.

“hello jeongin.” 

—

the next few weeks at college had been some of the best weeks of your life. with jeongin as your senior, experienced guy, he guided you around extremely well. he helped you find the good eating places, the places with the best wifi connection, people to look out for and professors to please. 

the common role of him being a helpful senior to his junior soon faded itself into a loving friendship to the point where he’d become a daily part of your life.

often spending meal times together, walking to classes if they were in the same block, sitting till late at night in the library to watch anime. these small moments strengthened the relation between you too.

while your middle school heart would’ve soared at this feeling, your college heart was nothing short of sad.

you were there in jeongin’s life, at almost all points and it hurt how the reason was friendship.

you’d believed that you would be okay with seeing him, but apparently you were not. seeing him made you remember what you could never have and it was eating you alive. especially when jeongin was caring towards you.

“hello, please look where you’re goin!” he yelled at the man rushing out with a steaming cup of coffee. jeongin had rushed to pull you into him, away from the man to avoid him bumping into you. 

you stayed still, blushing a little at the intimate contact, even if it was for a few seconds.

“yeah i’m okay. thanks jeongin.” you whispered, smiling softly at him.

“can’t have your pretty face looking sad now can we?” he grinned, shooting you a flirty wink.

and there it was, the same skipping of your heart. 

it was like this every time with him. the push and pull of the same flirty remarks. but it never went past the initial barrier of friendship and so your heart remained in meek sorrow.

—

for the third time that day, you and jeongin were seated in the study commons. trying to work together but miserably failing.

“hello- doctor strange is the best avenger ever i don’t make the rules.” you countered jeongin’s theory about ironman being the best.

“oh please, doctor strange has supernatural powers. he has extra help. ironman is all manpower and hard work.” jeongin sipped his coffee a little as he got ready to debate.

you scoffed. “that’s what makes him a better avenger? it’s like the universe basically bestowed doctor strange with powers and honour?” you rose an eyebrow

“well hello jeongin and jeongin’s pretty friend y/n.” lee minho, the dance club captain and one of jeongin’s best friends clapped his hands as he settled down into a seat in beside you.

he grinned at you, before turning to high five jeongin in the seat opposite to you.

“sup minho?” jeongin sipped his coffee as minho stole some of your fries.

“hey!” 

“let me have a few of them, gorgeous?” minho winked at you, making you slightly pink at the nickname.

minho always called you by a sweet nickname and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

minho was one of the rare friends that jeongin had introduced you too, only because you’d accidentally run into him during one of your hangouts.

“nothing much, just here to invite you guys to the party this saturday. changbins place.” minho said, leaning back and letting his side profile be seen by you in all its glory. “i expect you to be there y/n.” 

you saw jeongin’s expression stone for a millisecond before it returned to normal.

“i don’t think we’re free.” jeongin answers for you both, making you look at him in shock. “i don’t think we’ll come.”

“but y/n said she’ll come.” minho turned to you and you looked at jeongin.

jeongin’s frown deepened as he shot you a questioning look. “really?”

“yeah i wanna go.” you confirmed. you really wanted to meet minho at the party. especially when he’d invited you himself. 

you saw jeongin turn a little more stiff as he side eyed you and minho, then his gaze flitted to minho’s arm around your shoulders and the pink blush on your cheeks, the bubbles of adoration in your eyes as you looked up at him.

as weird sensation gripped him as he felt his heart twist into a bunch. 

he shrugged, deciding to let it go with his clenched jaw.

--

the smell of alcohol and sweat, the scent every party carried along with it, hit you like a tidal wave. having worn a pretty black dress with a low cut neck, you felt confident in a way you hadn’t before and minho’s hand on the small of your back as he guided you was not helping your esteem. he whispered compliments in your ear, making you blush. 

this action however, had a certain someone’s gaze, or more like a glare, settle on you both.

“i usually don’t say this to my friends  but damn y/n, you look absolutely delectable tonight.” his nose grazed your ear and you visibly shivered. you let him guide you to the table where jeongin sat, you sent him a big smile, minho not straying too far from you as he practically seated you down in his lap. 

jeongin’s figure tensed as he brought up two of his ring clad fingers to brush the underside of his jaw.

you took his leather pants, the way they hung tight on his thick thighs, his white shirt tucked in to accentuate his snatched waist and the leather jacket hung loosely on his shoulders. 

the jeongin you’d fallen in love with was a boy. before you was the finest specimen of a man.

he met your gaze, responded with a stiff grin as if to show off his lovely body and as if mocking you. 

“this is what you’re missing out on when you’re with minho.”

you shook your head. there was no way jeongin would ever try to do that. instead, you responded to minho’s latest joke with a lovely smile and leaned into his chest.

jeongin let his eyes run over you. the last time he’d seen you, you were a tiny girl who had heart eyes for him. you anything but a little girl now with your features stretching the fabric of the dress out so tastefully. the only drawback? you did not have any heart eyes for him, you did have some kind of eyes for minho though.

“hey! y/n right? jeongin’s friend?” chan smiled at you, settling down beside jeongin.

“and minho’s.” minho corrected with a tilt of his glass and chan chuckled. “of course of course. now that everyone we know is here, why don’t we play a game?”

“spin the bottle? but you have to do dares from the jar and not just kiss the other person.” you remembered the guy as han jisung, the handsome cocky one who always tried to touch your hair. 

with a sea of agreements, the game was setup. 

han and hyunjin had to strip tease in front of each other, chan had to reveal his first sexual experience, and many more shenanigans took place.

all this time, minho had somehow managed to manoeuvre you into his lap, for rather in between his legs so his thighs rested around your legs and his arms covered your body as your back rested into his chest.

his comments got progressively hotter making you squirm and blush in his hold, his nose grade your cheek or your ear every minute, fingers drawing pattern on your legs or arms. jeongin’s weird stare never leaving you or the actions minho performed on you. you caught his eyes, going back with a confused tilt. when the bottle landed on you, you breathed out a deep sigh of relief, deciding to take a break from minho’s and jeongin’s heated gazes on you.

“make each other cum without sex.” read the paper and you felt your ears heat up.

minho leaned over, resting his head on your shoulders as he reads the paper out loud. 

jeongin visibly looked distressed as the group hooted, wanting you and minho to go up to one of the rooms and do the dare.

“come baby.” minho whispered deliciously in your ear, hands smoothing over your hands as you gulped, slowly nodding and standing up with him.

jeongin must’ve felt something was off with you. “minho where are you going?”

“what do you mean?” minho bit back, a slight challenge in the way he tilted his head. “helping y/n out with her dare what else?”

jeongin gave you such a look of betrayal, you felt sad about not asking him. the way he was looking at you showed how much he was offended by the fact that you would let minho do something so close to you when you were obviously much closer with jeongin. 

you bit your lip, looking away from jeongin. how could you possibly tell him that you did want him to be the one but you did not have any experience? you don’t want him to think of you as a little girl from ten years ago all over again. you finally were somewhat of a woman in his eyes and him discovering your lack of any sexual experience would ruin all that.

so you looked away, you looked away from the betrayal on jeongin’s face and let minho carry you upstairs admit hoots and cheers.

as soon as you walked into the room, minho closed the door, placing soft kisses on your neck.

“don’t worry, i won’t do anything, gorgeous.” he mumbled, making you freeze for a mere second.

his hair tickled your skin as he kept placing innocent kisses on your shoulder and neck. “what minho?” you managed to let out, despite the hazy atmosphere of the room. 

he paused his kisses, leaning back a little. “i know you’re a virgin y/n. i am not going to do anything to you.” 

you felt small tears prick near the corner of eyes at his careful consideration. “why, why did you come up with me then? i am sorry i cannot satisfy you.” 

minho tutted and you felt him come around to face you. his warm finger placed itself beneath your chin, tilting it upwards. “silly girl.” he placed a small kiss on your nose.

“i came up so that nobody else could. then they would know or more like, you wouldn’t tell them and have them do something to you that you’re not ready for yet.” he sighed, leaning back and smiled slowly at you. “besides, we both that jeongin is a posessive, competitive bitch. what better way to get him to confess?” he added with a sly smirk and your eyes widened. 

“what? he likes me?” you spluttered, unable to believe him.

“of course darling. he’s not great at hiding his facial expressions, nor are you.” he mumbled, caressing your hair softly.

“now, help me out pretty girl. are you okay with hickeys and kissing? we have to make it believable at least?” he questioned and you nodded. 

“well, time for some moaning, gorgeous, let me hear you.” he said, with devilish twink in his eyes as he leaned in, attaching his lips to your neck.

—

you and minho walked out after 25 minutes, clothes, hair and makeup all messed up. you felt a dozen eyes on you as the people hooted and you and minho shyly took your place back.

jeongin avoided your eyes after that. whenever you looked at him, you either found him glaring at your hickeys or looking away from you. 

you felt a bubble build up in your throat. did he hate you that much? just because you chose someone else for one activity? was that how he thought of you? as a constant companion? as his little friend who needed his help in everything? you hated that fact. you hated how you relied on him for everything. he would never be able to see you as a woman, a woman who wanted to be fucked by him, a woman who wanted to be ruined by him and that thought broke your heart.

minho and his even bolder touches now were not helping, and after hours of spinning the bottle, the group decided to stop the game and just drink instead.

minho and you walked to the living room, where the table top bar was placed. “i’ll get you another one.” he mentioned to your virgin mojito and you smiled.

you saw jeongin eye the glass you’d handed to minho with a cold look and the same sadness hit you. you didn’t even have alcohol, was that how little and inexperienced in front of him you were?

your eyes met and you didn’t look away, nor did he. in fact, he held your gaze with a weird hold in it. before you could blink minho returned, handing you the glass with a wink.

minho followed your line of sight to see jeongin standing and a smirk crept up his lips. he leaned in, lips outfly brushing your ear as he spoke slowly. “thank me later, gorgeous.”

before you could ask minho what he meant, you felt a warm grip on your wrist. 

and this time, you prayed for it to be jeongin.

“we’re leaving y/n.” he said, his gaze lowered and jaw stiff. 

his cheeks were flushed from slight alcohol, sweat on his forehead from the party and the dancing. however, he still looked as hot and handsome as ever. 

“huh?” you turned to him, still not out of minho’s warm embrace. 

“i said we’re leaving.” he repeated, firmer this time and you ignored the way your heartbeat jumped up. 

“i am with minho though-.” you turned to minho who just smiled lazily at you. “it’s okay y/n. go with him.”

before you could reply, jeongin was dragging you out of the crowded room and pulling you to his car. 

he pushed you against it, holding your shoulders with a grip so strong, you couldn’t move.

“what-.”

“did he make you cum?” he let out, gaze down as if he was holding himself back.

“did he touch you? did you let him? did you make those pretty moans for him? for his touch?” he continued, grip tightening with every sentence.

“i-.” you couldn’t understand what was happening. couldn’t comprehend what was even happening.

“why are you so angry?” you blurted, challenging him to look up at you as he talked. “what’s it to you?”

his grip was turning painful now and he seemed to realise and loosened his grip. “because he got to make you cum! he got to touch you and you let him-.”

you frowned. “and what about it? what’s the big deal in that?”

“because you chose him! you chose him over me. you let him do it instead of me!” jeongin yelled out, finally letting his anger out through his words. “i wanted to be the one to do that. heck you have no idea how badly i’ve wanted to do that but the one chance where i feel slightly hopeful and you choose him?”

your jaw dropped open as you heard jeongin speak and raised your hands to his chest, pulling him closer by his shirt.

you kissed him, slow and deep. making him shut up.

his lips tasted like the alcohol he'd drunk and some sweet soft drink, a little salty from the snacks you figured.

he grunted lightly into your mouth as he parted your lips open with ease, grabbing onto your waist to pull you closer. 

you let him move you as he pleased, closer and closer to him till you both were practically glued together, sucking each other faces off against his car’s door.

“jeongin,” you whispered, slowly moving away from him.

“what-.” he mumbled after breaking apart.

“he didn't make me cum.” 

you saw jeongin’s face turn to an angry one and you quickly corrected your mistake. “i mean, i didn’t let him.”

when jeongin tilted his head in confusion, you sighed. “nothing happened in the room. we kissed and he gave me a few hickeys but we only did it to make it seem like we did something more.” 

and now jeongin looked even more confused, dumbfound.

you sighed in desperation, unable to voices out your biggest concern, or fear when it came to him.

“but why y/n? aren’t you like, super into him. seeing how you chose him for the dare?” he leaned in a little, asking you to answer him.

you sighed once more, deciding to just fuck it and let it go.

“i wanted to ask you.” you softly breathed out and saw how his eyebrows rose up in surprise. “i wanted to ask you but-.”

he was closer than before now, hands back on your waist. “but what y/n.”

you bit your lip, taking a deep breath and finally letting it out. “i did not because, i am..i am a virgin. i am inexperienced. very inexperienced, especially compared to you.” you finished, looking away in shame. 

“y/n.” you heard him whine in exasperation. “why would you be ashamed of that? and why would you let minho know-.”

“because i am afraid that you will think of me as the little girl who has a crush on you from years ago. i am afraid that you won’t see me as a woman who wants to be fucked by you just because i am inexperienced-” in your haste, you didn’t realise how you’d mumbled out a bunch of random things.

“wait-” jeongin’s hands stopped caressing your waist. “what did you just say?”

you turned red, realising your slip up and quickly thought of a way to hide it but it was too late. jeongin was smirking with a devilish twink in his eyes.

“you want to be fucked by me?” he repeated, leaning in closer as he repeated each word loud and clear.

“yes-.” you meekly stuttered, trying not to be too affected by the predatory way in which he was staring at you.

“oh god-” he breathed out, kissing you quick and passionate, shorter than last time. “you have no idea how long i’ve waited for you.” he growled before crashing his lips to yours again.

you let him kiss you the way he wanted, rough and sweet, quick and slow as you both slowly made your way into the car.

“aren’t you drunk?” 

“sober enough to drive.” and after a tension filled ride of a lot of touching and warning here and there, you were finally at his apartment door, as he kissed you deeply while fumbling to open the lock. as soon as the door sprung free, he pulled you inside, slamming you against it to kiss you again.

“oh god.” jeongin moaned when your hands pulled in his hair, angling his way to make the kiss deeper.

when things got a little too heated, that is when you and jeongin started dry humping each other, practically fucking each other through your clothes, you started getting a little nervous, feeling the same butterflies in your stomach.

“y/n?” jeongin mumbled, stopping his kisses on your neck as he moved his pelves away, putting a hand under your chin to look at you. “are you alright? want me to stop angel?” he mumbled, softly pecking your cheek to comfort you. 

his eyes told you that he would not be offended at all if you chose to stop, pure care and adoration decorated his eyes as he waited for you to answer.

“lets stop. okay? at least for tonight.” he cooed when you didn't answer, caressing your cheek as he pulled himself away from your body. “we can just sleep in-”

you didn’t let him finish as you pulled him back to you, kissing him fiercely.

i want you yang jeongin. i want you.

is all you wanted to convey through your kiss and jeongin grunted in surprise when you bucked your hips into his. 

“i want this jeongin.” you mumbled, lips swollen and slick with saliva. “i want you to be my first.” you saw jeongin’s eyes widen.

“i have waited for this jeongin. i have thought about this deep and hard and there is nobody else i could want other than you.” you continued, feeling his built chest under your hands.

“i am..i just was a little nervous because i don’t know if you would want to fuck someone who is so inexperienced-.”

jeongin shut you up with a swift kiss to your lips.”are you fucking kidding y/n? you have no idea the affect your words have on me ..fuck.. the way you just. god, you drive me crazy” he whispered harshly before grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you. “fuck, why would i say no to you? why would i ever say no to you? why do you think i dragged you out of the party huh?”

he leaned back slightly, looking at your eyes. “i couldn’t fucking stand knowing that another man’s hands had made you cum, that another man had had the privilege of seeing your pretty face as you reached your high, god no i want to see that. i am meant to see that.” 

he leaned in, his crotch brushing yours and you gasped, cheeks warm from the high tension in the room.jeongin’s bangs fell into his eyes, his gaze filled with unspoken, unabashed desire. 

“will you let me?”

--

he slowly laid you on the bed, his jacket absent and both your shoes. in his white shirt, he looked delicious as he leaned over you, settling his legs beside your thighs. 

“tell me anytime you feel uncomfortable okay angel?” he mumbled, bringing his hands up your bare thighs as your dress had ridden up lightly. 

“yes jeongin, now please touch me.” you whined, moving your legs to get him to feel you. he chuckled, running a hand through his hair before he came up to you, removing hair from your face as he leaned to kiss your neck.

his lips made you forget everything as one of his hands come up to push down your dress straps, exposing your breasts. “fuck, love the designer of this dress. fucking love this.” he mumbled as he cupped your boobs, kissing them for good measure.“god these are perfect.” he cooed, flicking his tongue over your nipples. you whimpered at his mercy, his hands touching you anywhere he pleased. 

you felt your pussy dampen a his praise and you couldn’t help but push your thighs together to relive some pressure. 

“looks like my angel is impatient.” jeongin sighed, letting your boobs free as his hands pushed your thighs away, exposing your clothed core to him.

you whined as the pushed your dress up, exposing more of you to him and the way he eyed you had you feeling like a queen. he leaned down, hooking one leg up his shoulder as he began to place open mouthed kisses on your thigh. “tell me if you feel uncomfortable okay?”

“tell me what you like angel, fingers or mouth?” he questioned, voice muffled against your skin. you licked your lips, gulping before you answered. 

“i don’t know.” you whispered softly and jeongin stopped his actions looking up at you. 

“what?” he mumbled, surprised and shocked at your confession.

“yeah, i don’t know, no guy has ever, you know-.” you began rambling. 

“oh my fucking god yes.” jeongin growled and you tilted your head in confusion.

“fucking hell yes. thats, that’s so perfect.”

“jeongin? what’s-.”

“so you mean to say that nobody has ever gone down on you before? and i will the be the first ever man to get a taste of you? the first guy to ever lick your pussy? eat you out?” he added, his eyes wide with a strange look.

“um yes-“ you mumbled, confused and jeongin smirked before leaning back down.

“oh my dear y/n you have no idea how happy that makes me. this wonderful pussy-.” he ran his hand over it, making you tilt your back in sudden stimulation. 

“fuck, you’re so untouched, so pure. just like an angel.” he mumbled before swiftly pulling down your panties in one go, making you gasp at the cool air hitting your core. 

“my angel.” he growled before stroking his fingers over you. “and i cant wait to ruin you.”

“oh god-.”you cried out as he began to simulate your clit, making you moan. 

“yes jeongin.”he chuckled before he began to stroke long stripes, playing around with your wetness. 

“you’re soaking y/n, is this all for me?” he mumbled in mock curiosity, lazily circling your hole.

“mhm yes-.” you mewled and he slid his finger in, hissing at the way you swallowed him.moans ensued from your end as he skilfully pushed is finger in, making you clench. pretty soon, he added in a third finger, making you arch your back at the sensation.

“do you feel it angel? can you feel your orgasm building? can you cum for me?” he questioned. 

“you’re doing so well for me angel, so good.”you felt the ball of pleasure tighten at his words and when his thumb flicked your clit harshly, you let go with a loud cry, feeling the orgasm seep into your bones. 

“oh god-.” you panted, lying on the bed.“that was so fucking hot.:” jeongin growled, leaning down to lick a long stripe against your pussy and you whimpered at the extra touch. 

“fuck, i wish i could eat you out but you’ll be too tired tomorrow then, guess that’s my treat for next time. a taste is enough.” he rasped before leaning down once again and licking another long stripe, placing his tongue flat against your clit and pussy for good measure.

“please, please fuck me jeongin.” you begged, moving your thighs and he nodded.

“oh yes angel, i intend to. don’t worry, i’ll fuck you full and good. make your first time worthwhile.” he smirked as he pulled down his boxers, letting his cock spring free.you almost drooled at it’s beauty, red and angry, all you wanted was it inside you. right there and then.

“like it?” he tilted his head to the side as he pumped it a few times and you nooded. 

“like it? i fucking love it jeongin? it’s s beautiful.” you moaned. “can’t wait to have it in my mouth.” jeongin stopped, eyes darkening as he looked at you. 

“fuck you can’t just say stuff like that y/n, not what it’s your first time and i am truing to hold myself back so bad.”

“next time jeongin, you’ll have to teach me.” you smiled, batting your eyes innocently and jeongin could swear he could’ve cum right then and there.

“now angel, this will be painful, bite my shoulder if it helps.” he smiled, settling down between your legs. hips tip stroked your folds, slowly and steadily. he placed a kiss on your lips as he eased his tip in, gauging your reaction. you nodded breathlessly at him to go further and he tapped your thighs. 

“relax angel, that’ll make it easier for us both.” he whispered, kissing your cheek and you slowly willed yourself to relax. you felt him move after your actions.

“yes, that’s it. perfect.” jeongin’s deep voice grunted in your ear as he slowly eased into you.you bit your lip, clutching jeongin’s shoulders with a grip tight enough to leave bruises. 

the pain started when he entered halfway and you bit down on his shoulder like he had said, he stopped, waiting for your signal and once your teeth left his skin, he began moving in once more, slower this time

the swell of his cock as it slowly slipped inside you felt heavenly. smooth beads of sweat formed at the edge of your forehead as you struggled to take in all of him.

his hands came up to caress your shoulders softly, smoothing away the tenses muscles. “it’s okay angel, just relax, let go. i’ll make you feel good.” he whispered, leaning close to you as he held your gaze.

there was an evident amount of pain in your eyes and jeongin stopped midway, almost feeling guilty at doing this. “tell me to stop anytime you want to. okay angel?” 

you blinked rapidly at the tears forming in the corner of your eyes, shaking your head violently at him as if him stopping would ruin you. 

“no no, please don’t stop innie ” you whined in the tiniest voice possible. “the pain is lessening.” you reassured him, slowly nodding at him, encouraging him to go on. 

jeongin’s eyes flashed a certain smile, before he briskly pecked your lips. “oh angel you feel so warm-.” he grunted, moving in deeper, yet still slow in his actions. 

“mhm-.” you hummed, trying to relax your muscles and leaning back to let him ease into you.

“yes angel, just like, let yourself go.” he praised, smiling softly yet sinfully at you as he reached all the way in and you muffled a scream. 

his hands came up to your lips, caressing and holding them open. “don’t hold back angel, scream if you want to. let me hear you pretty baby.” his hands wiped away the tears on your cheeks. “use your lovely voice angel, tell me how you feel.” 

your voice came out in broken gasps as you held onto his biceps, feeling the entire sting of him inside you. it felt complete, full, whole as he stayed there, gazing at you with such care in his eyes that you almost melted into a red, sweaty puddle.

“tell me when to move okay angel?” he cooed, brows furrowed as he felt your wet and warm pussy clenching around him. “take your time baby, no need to rush.”

you smiled through the slight pain pinching it’s way in your lower area.

you felt your heart warm at his concern and once you felt comfortable enough, you nodded at him to continue.

“go ahead innie, you can move.” you stammered, trying to resist the urge to ask him to slam into you.

he grunted in pleasure as he slipped back, then pushed back in, bottoming himself out.

“fuck you feel so perfect angel.” he mumbled, slowly gaining a rhythm as he moved in and out of you.

“oh god innie.” you mewled.

“fuck keep calling me that and you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” he grumbled, hissing at the way your pussy practically engulfed him.

“you’re so tight goddamn i cant go on any longer. you’re just like i imagined.”

his confession had you blushing, made you feel sappy at how he’d also thought of you the way you’d thought of him.

“you thought of me innie?”

the way your innocent eyes batted at him, he sighed in pleasure yet pain.

“god i am going to cum angel are you close?”

he leaned his hand down, flicking your clit for good measure and you nodded.

his thrusts became a little faster as he helped you both chase your high and he came with a soft shudder, coating your walls with his warmth.

“oh god that was hot.” he shifted, leaning down on you as he peppered kisses on your face. “you’re perfect god i just can’t get enough of this.”

“are you alright? do you feel okay?” he asked after noticing the slight amount of blood on his bed sheet. “i didn’t hurt you i?”

you should your head, “it was painful but it turned enjoyable later on. don’t worry innie.”

“let’s get you cleaned up aight angel?” he smiled, getting off you. “you stay here, your legs might feel sore.”

and he was right, so you waited on the bed as he walked back with a damp towel.

he snuggled in between your legs, cleaning all the sticky mess up as he observed your pussy.

“thank you for letting me be your first y/n, that’s a lot of trust.”

“thank you for being my first jeongin. and i’ll always trust you with this.”

he looked up, smiling that same sweet smile that turned his eyes into little crescent moons.

“i’m glad i met you again, after all these years.”

—