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[tragedybunny]

Dance With Me Under the Diamonds, See Me Like Breath in the Cold - Astarion x F!Reader

I've been waiting to write this for some time. I'm absolutely thrilled with it and I hope you think it's beautiful.

Reader and Astarion have come a long way since that meeting on the beach. They've made it all the way to their wedding.

“Where in the hells is Gale?” Astarion fusses while fidgeting with the brocade crimson overcoat he’s wearing. “That man is always late.”

“He’ll be here Love,” you give him a small kiss on his cheek and take his hand, trying your best to keep things calm. "He's not even actually late yet."

“Still haven’t found patience to be a virtue I see,” Shadowheart strolls over to the two of you where you wait under an arbor of night-blooming jasmine, her arm hooked in Lae’zel’s.

“Would you expect any different,” Lae’zel adds a wide smile to her words, an attempt to make it clear she’s joking. The Githyanki has certainly seen her share of change since you met her, really hadn’t you all though?

“While I’m glad you two have finally developed a sense of humor, I’d rather not be the subject of it.” You can feel his agitation rising and it’s your turn to silently plead with the universe for Gale to hurry up.

“Perhaps he’s nervous,” Lae’zel turns to her partner, pretending Astarion isn’t right there fuming.

“I am not!” Before he gets any more worked up, they both pull the pair of you into a sudden embrace, leaving Astarion stuttering and you trying not to giggle at his expense.

“Congratulations you two, we’ll go mingle and pray for Gale’s safety if he’s any later,” The two of them join arms again and make their way back over to the crowd greeting an enthusiastic Mol and her gang of children that’s expanded beyond just the original tieflings. They’re becoming quite the criminal enterprise. There are so many people here, lives you’ve both touched. Originally you’d planned to just stay at your little house for the event, but when more requests to attend kept coming, you had to choose somewhere else. Duke Ravenguard had graciously offered you private use of Bloomridge Park.

“You are nervous, aren’t you,” you whisper mischievously and watch him try to hide it.

“Of course not, I managed to convince you to come this far, now it’s all formality,” your heart skips a beat when he smiles, the tips of fangs peeking out from under his lip. Smiles like that were all too rare when you first met him.

“I don’t recall needing much convincing.” Truthfully, you don’t remember what had brought the subject up, but Astarion had reminded you that it wasn’t a point, legally speaking, as neither of you technically existed.

“It doesn’t have to be in an official record anywhere, it’s just a promise we would make to one another. And we do know the perfect Cleric for a nighttime ceremony.” The way he’d just stood there for a moment you thought you'd said something wrong. Perhaps it was bringing up a Cleric and making it a sworn oath, he didn’t exactly have any love for religion. But then he was dropping to his knees, taking your hands in his, and begging you to be his wife. It was appropriately dramatic for him. And now, here you were, gathered with friends and found family, waiting on a late wizard.

“Brother!” Beside you, Astarion braces and a pale figure collides with him, embracing him tightly

“Hello Dal,” he gingerly returns her hug, as you notice Aurelia remaining a respectful distance behind them. “It’s good to see the both of you too,” he nods in Aurelia’s direction. His relationship with his “siblings” is complicated, but the horror they shared bonds them, and some of them have tried to make a family out of what is left to them. Dalyria seems to be the most persistent, she even had the two of you come visit their home in the Underdark.

“I’m so happy for you Astarion,” she finally releases him but leaves a hand on his arm fondly. “You’ll have to come visit again. I’ll even make Petras promise to behave.”

There’s turmoil in him only you can see, he would love to forget about anything that reminds him of Cazador, but the sisterly love Dal tries to give him is something he’s missed in his life. “At least it will be safer for him that way.”

“Stop,” she smiles and gives him a peck on the cheek. “We’ll talk more later.” As she walks away, Aurelia gives a stiff wave.

“His time is up, he's de-” A flash of light interrupts and when it fades two figures are standing amongst the crowd, a wizard you know well and one you briefly met.

“Sorry for the wait,” Gale begins awkwardly, trying to ignore Astarion’s considerable glare, “we were occupied in a bit of an undertaking…”

“But I am sure you will find the reasons most acceptable,” Elminster takes over, giving your floundering friend a reprieve.

Another flash of light as two more figures appear and you can't believe your eyes. Your heart leaps and you shout inadvertently. "Karlach! Wyll!" Without a second thought, you launch yourself at both of them, Astarion following along more reservedly.

"Steady on there, Soldier," Karlach pulls you into a smothering hug.

"How," you ask, smoothing the cream lace of your dress as she lets you go, still stunned she's outside Avernus without exploding.

"Wizards," Wyll smiles, glancing at Gale and Elminster. "We had to find a way back, there's no way we'd miss this."

"It won't hold forever, but we think we've got a way I can come back for visits. Until we get something permanent. Good news is Zariel's seemed distracted by something lately."

"I suppose overall this is an appropriate excuse for being late," Astarion finally relents.

"Aww, come on Fangs, don't be sour, it's your wedding." Karlach has a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Do not," but it's too late, the tiefling picks him up in a crushing hug. "I missed you too Karlach."

Tears suddenly start to form in your eyes, seeing them all together again, it was something you feared might never be. Wyll gives Asatrion a less brutal greeting and you turn to Elminster. "Thank you. You will stay right," it's the least you can do.

"Gale has assured me there are to be many culinary delights after, and of course, I've never seen a vampire spawn get married. So I believe I shall."

"Ah. I see Father made it," Wyll waves to Duke Ravengaurd who had been waiting a respectful distance away. "Best go see him, we'll catch up more after."

"You both better save a dance for me," Karlach calls over her shoulder, taking his arm, and kissing his temple.

"Tell me you have them," Astarion has fixed his attention back on Gale, and you rush to his side before he can begin another tirade.

"Worried I would eat them?" Gale has recovered himself from Astarion’s initial onslaught and is smiling brightly.

"Yes," your beloved is still in no mood for jokes.

"Honestly Astarion," you give him a look.

"Ugh, fine, I'll calm down. Once he hands them over." You're lost as to what Gale has that's so important considering the occasion.

"Never change my friend," he laughs and pulls a small box from a pocket on his robes and opens it gently. Inside there are two gold rings with small red stones set in them, you can feel the hum of magic in them.

“Sending Stones?” You glance at Astarion as he takes the box from Gale.

For a moment he seems almost shy about it. “I thought it would be nice if we were always able to speak to each other, no matter what. I know it’s not feasible to never be separated.” The two of you had spent almost every moment of the last couple of years in each other’s presence, but as Astarion continued to heal, he seemed more comfortable with time spent apart.

“You’re adorable, you know that,” your lips brush the tip of his nose, the gift is an incredibly sweet sentiment, and you’re so proud of how far he’s come.

Under the right circumstances, vampires actually can blush. “I..” he starts, sounding like he’s going to grouse about something, probably being called adorable in front of everyone, but stops. “I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why you think that my Love, after everything I’ve done.”

You reach up to brush his cheek and run a finger through his curls. “That wasn’t who you really are.”

“I take it, we're ready.” Isobel joins you under the arbor, eyes already fixed on the moon above, and you both nod in response. “Then let us begin,” her voice carries to the crowd and silence falls. “We come here, under Our Lady’s Light, to bless this couple and sanctify their bond.”

You honestly don’t remember many of Isobel’s words after that as Astarion takes your hand and you get lost in his soft, crimson eyes. Maybe it’s a bit terrible of you to ask Selune’s blessing and then not pay attention, but you think she can understand. “The rings,” Isobel prompts and Astarion retrieves them from his pocket, opening them so the Cleric can bless them. “May the Moonmaiden’s light ever guide your hearts toward each other.” A nearly imperceptible mote of silver light seems to land on them and lends the jewels in them an unearthly glow.

Astarion tenderly picks one up as you proffer your finger. Isobel had agreed to let you both speak your own vows, as long as they didn’t directly offend any of Selune’s teachings. You’d reassured Astarion every step of the way that you didn’t need it to be a sworn oath in front of clergy, but he’d oddly insisted, saying he wanted to swear himself to you to the fullest. “As long as it’s Isobel though, she’s the only trustworthy one.” Shadowheart was still figuring out how much religion she wanted in her life, though it seemed Selune was patient as she continued to have a Cleric's gifts.

The ring slips on your finger perfectly and your heart stutters, your vision getting watery again. You do the same for him in turn and you both entwine your hands, speaking in unison. “Unto thee, I vow, mine heart and home, mine life and love, for now, and all seasons. Let me never from thy side be parted, and unto thee, no evil do. Until, at last, my life shall leave me, this my beloved, is my pledge to you. So I do swear.”

“And so sworn before our Lady, I do pronounce thee wed.” The crowd behind you applauds, and you can barely see Astarion through the tears.

Lae’zel and Karlach are shouting raucously, “Kiss! Kiss!”

You start to lean forward and notice his eyes are just as wet as yours. “Hells, why did I agree to do this in public,” he laughs, dabbing his cheeks with the cuff of his sleeve.

“You couldn’t miss being the center of attention,” your laugh is lost in a happy sob. “Damn it, kiss me before I pass out or something.”

Softly, he pulls you in, lips finding yours. The chaste peck turns deeper, giving the crowd what they want judging by the noise. But then something unexpected happens, there’s the tinkle of mischievous laughter, as though a woman stands near to you. A voice that’s both honey-sweet but radiating power whispers in your ear, “congratulations my dear child,” and you feel a surge of fae-touched magic, reminding you of that day you took a different oath.

The kiss breaks and Astarion is staring at you, surprise clearing away his tears. “I know you.”

Everything goes numb in the rush of terror that follows, he’d learned some of who you were before the Nautiloid, but there was much still to tell. “Astarion I’m so-”

A slender finger is pressed to your lips. “Hush Love, tomorrow. And it changes nothing, I still love you with all my unbeating heart. Now let’s indulge everyone since they came all this way to celebrate us.”

The night is full of feasting, drinking, song, and dancing. The two of you mingle with old friends and those whom you met only briefly, the scents of a delectable feast wafting through the air. When the music starts, you share a waltz under the night sky, Astarion holding you close and whispering in your ear, “love you Sunlight.”

True to her word, Karlach insists on a dance with both of you, surprising you with her talent for it. “I’ve been teaching her,” Wyll looks over at her and Astarion lovingly from where he’s dancing with you. “Once you find a safe place to rest, Avernus can be a bit boring.”

You stumble across Lae’zel, angrily giving gold to Mol and her crew. “She lost a bet,” Mol says proudly.

“Oh really, and what sort of scam bet did you get her to agree to, my favorite tiny criminal” Astarion asks fondly. Mol comes to visit you sometimes and you’ve decided you’d rather not know what he’s been teaching her.

“She thought you might light on fire as soon as it got religious,” Mol laughs and scampers off.

Astarion pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’ve seen me in temples before.”

“Chk, but never swearing an oath.”

“She has a point,” you nudge him playfully.

“Oh you are going to pay for that later,” he leans in to nip at your neck, causing you to shiver.

Dawn nears much too soon and you can see some of his happiness evaporating. There still was no solution you’d found to let him live in the light. “We should go,” you whisper in his ear, “what’s a wedding without the wedding bed?” Ever so lightly, you let your tongue brush against his ear, a spot of divine torment for him you’ve found, and listen as he gasps softly.

“Indeed my Love,” his mood revives and the two of you make your good-byes, your friends having promised to clean up the aftermath of the night. A young woman you think you recognize passes you an open bottle of wine on the way out of the park, “a gift from summer’s best,” she says and it fills you with a strange sensation for a moment before Astarion’s mouth is on yours again.

Your house isn’t far from Bloomridge and the two of you stroll the streets in a blissful, dreamy state, wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing drinks from the wine that tastes of sweet berries and summer rains. Lights dance in the morning mists and everything feels transcendtly perfect as you ascend the steps to your home. Astarion pins against your front door, kissing you hungrily and letting his hands wander your body. “My wife,” he breathes against your skin as his lips travel down your neck.

Heat sparks inside you, ravenous for him. “My husband,” you sigh, lost in your love for him.

[pluckyredhead]

Red Hood and the Outlaws #6 (2011)

Hey, remember when I was recapping this series? Well, unfortunately for all of us, I'm gonna do it some more.

I will admit this is a pretty good cover.

This shit, however, makes me so mad. What an absolutely lazy waste of space. This comic is 20 pages long, not including the cover. That means that this two page spread is literally an entire tenth of the story, and it's used to convey...what? That Jason just fought some guys who were trying to smuggle nukes into Miami.

A two-page spread is meant to deliver impact: a crucial moment in the story, a stunning piece of art, an impressive sense of scale (Galactus looming over the Earth, whatever). This does none of that. Most of the page is just a teal gradient; Rocafort didn't even bother to draw an impressive underwater scene. (I kind of don't blame him, because it would have been a waste of his time, since this scene is NOT NARRATIVELY IMPORTANT.)

Also, the page before this is also a splash, and the one after is three panels depicting Jason caught in an explosion, and that's a generous description considering that one of the panels has nothing in it but bubbles. So now we're up to TWENTY percent of the comic, a full FIFTH of the story, and we have conveyed LITERALLY NOTHING except "Jason got caught up in an underwater explosion."

This is lazy writing and lazy art. This is charging the reader for 20 pages of story and delivering maybe seven, content-wise. It's shamelessly ripping off the audience, and they aren't even trying to pretend they aren't doing it. I don't know if Lobdell didn't have enough story in him or if he was trying to give Rocafort more time to drawn stupid little lines all over everything, New 52-style, but it pisses me off.

Anyway, Jason wakes up on an island a few days later (and a narration box on the first page established that this takes place before RHATO #1):

This page has six panels which is a very respectable amount, although I still don't think it's a great use of space. But I guess Rocafort was really busy adding wood texture to all the panel borders for no reason. Anyway the little pile of leaves Kori has graciously dropped over Jason's dick is very funny.

Jason wakes up, tries to demand his pants from Kori at gunpoint, and passes out again. He has a flashback to the world's most hideous Nightwing costume:

Awful. Also, Jason flounces off in a bratty little fit in the next couple panels, but I support him, because if you actually read what Dick's saying, it's meaningless filler.

See, now this is an appropriate use of a two-page spread for impact and scale. Much more effective. Imagine how effective it would have been if every other spread for five issues hadn't tried and failed at this!

Kori offers Jason some clothing, which turns out to be the hideous Nightwing suit, and Jason flashes back to Under the Red Hood: Shitty Version:

Who needs "Because he took me away from you" when we have whatever the fuck this is?

Jason gets all upset. Kori sniffs Dick's costume and says she can't remember his name, but she has fond memories of the guy who used to wear it. There's a flashback of her and Dick and Roy in action together. Okay, so she clearly remembers Dick and Roy at least somewhat, which is probably Lobdell starting to walk back the controversial amnesia bullshit in the first issue.

Jason tells Kori his connection to Dick and asks if she's mad, which...even setting aside Kori's memory issues and general lack of grudge holding in any continuity, why would she be mad that Jason has the same mentor as a guy she remembers fondly? Anyway, she is indeed not mad and they hug it out. If this is supposed to be depicting Jason's smug "I've been with her" in the first issue, it...really doesn't read like they boned.

Jason's narration on the last page further obscures things:

"Friendship and romance are really the same thing. Anyway LET'S TALK ABOUT ROY HARPER." Okay I know that's me reading with ship goggles but it truly is a very funny transition.

So that's how Jason met Kori! She...pulled him out of the water, and they discussed how they both knew Dick. Definitely worth spending a whole issue on that very interesting story!

[meowniee]

Na Jaemin - Not Ready

Pairing: Female Reader x Na Jaemin (boyfriend)

Genre: Romantic and kinda kink smut

Word Count: 5599

Warnings: Switch reader and Jaemin | both are in college age | oral sex (m/f) | deep throat | cum play/eat | fingering | mentions of dry humping | unprotected sex (use condom in real life, please) | the reader is small compared to Jaemin | a little manhandling | bit of subspace | tell me if i need to tag anything else. Not proof read

A/N: Not a warning but: jaemin is a pillow princess (!!) in some parts (just a dick to satisfy her, omg this my favorite part) , reader is not innocent at all and she knows what sex is and everything etc.

“I want you”, you whisper in his ears using your sexier voice, lips pressing softly near the lob, the warm breath of your words caressing his little hairs.

“No, you’re not ready yet”, he whispers back, almost sounding like a repressed gasp.

“You can’t decide this for me!”, you speak louder, sitting back in his lap, outraged by the same old answer.

Jaemin shushes you with a tender kiss on your lips, cupping your face between his warm hands. “You’re not gonna die if we wait a little longer”.

Fuck, you can not be angry with him when he speaks so softly with you, his breathtaking stunning smile showing, looking fondly in your eyes.

“How can you say this? How do you know I’m not gonna die??”, you pout, your voice almost breaking ‘cause you want to cry in frustration.

“Are you going to die if I don't let you sit on my dick, baby?”, with an unblinking gaze he asks, his eyebrow raising defiantly. Your cheeks instantly feel warmer. Your eyes fall to your hands, regretting your words. Omg you're so embarrassed right now. Fuck, Jaemin…

“See? You can’t even handle the words”, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear, “Just give yourself a little more time. Be patient”. He kisses your forehead and lays you down, spooning your back. How can he sleep like that? You’re still burning in desire and frustrated. 

Jaemin is an exchange student, he came all the way from Korea to your country to study photography, pursuing his dreams. Since his first day he has captured everyone's hearts with his good manners and warm smile. You didn’t know a single person that dont like him. It’s like… impossible. He would never hurt a fly. On the contrary, he would take care of the fly if it was hurt. He’s just like that.

And it’s been a couple months that he is “taking care” of you. You aren’t hurt or something. You just really want to have sex with your boyfriend, but he his cock blocking himself everytime that you are making out. In the beginning you thought he was being really respectful, waiting for you to take the first step, approaching him or doing the first move. But in the last weeks it feels like he doesn't even want you. You tried a lot of things to seduce him: you dressed pretty for him, you did your sexier makeup, you touched him differently, you started slowly kissing his neck… And at no point did he show any interest in taking a step forward. So when you clearly stated that you wanted to have sex with him, he said this? Fuck, Na Jaemin.

Today you woke up in the morning to beautiful sunlight filling the room, the warmth covering you like a soft blanket. The sweet smell coming from the kitchen was amazing. Just before you decided to get up, Jaemin crossed the door with a tray full of delicious looking foods. 

“Good morning, princess”, his voice was cozier than your blankets.

You just smiled back, a little sleepy yet, stretching your arms above your head and sitting back at the bed frame.

He placed the tray in front of you. Orange juice, pancakes, coffee, a slice of cake and some grapes. It was a full breakfast for both of you. “Gomawoyo [thank you]”, you said. He looked surprised at you and smiled proudly. “I said it right?”, you shyly asked. “Ne [yes], it’s right. You’re so gwiyeobda speaking korean”. You closed your eyes trying to remember this one, but failed. “I don’t remember this one”, you pout a little, silently saying sorry. “It means cute”, he patted the top of your hair. You frown your eyes and smile with the gesture. Sometimes he treats you like his little puppy and you love it more than you want to assume. 

“Do you need something for tonight?”, he asked while eating a pancake.

“It is okay. I have everything ready”. 

Today is your birthday and you are having a party in your dorm. It’s not a big party but you made it clear that it was a kinda fancy party. You wanted to dress nicely, look pretty, like a doll in your high heels and short black dress. Your best friend helped with the preparations and will help you with your makeup too. 

“When is your best coming?” Jaemin asked.

“She will be here around 8pm… I hope”, you laugh. She’s almost ever on time but… you never know

“So I will go out for you to doll up without men around you”, he joked, “I will get some nice champagne for my princess birthday”, you flustered while he held your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“You tried something else after that?”, your friend whispered curiously while you two were choosing accessories to complement the looks. You sigh in discontent and shake your head. No, you haven’t tried anything after that sad attempt. 

“Girl, you read those things that I sent to you?”, she asked with a huge smirk on her face. “Maybe that way he can't say no… He’s being like that but he is still a man!”. 

You laugh, hiding your face between your hands, kinda embarrassed. “I don’t think I have the courage, but i will try my best”, you both laughed hard. She helped you put together a plan for today… you will sleep with Jaemin tonight. There’s no more time. You desperately need him naked, in your bed, touching all your body and everything. 

The plan? Well… If you couldn’t handle his words that night, now you can, and you will show your different side. You trained in the mirror a lot of times. You can’t be shy around him to conquer your prize. The sentences flood your mind for long hours the last few days. You will be the one that will not let him say no this time. You are choosing tonight and he’ll not be able to stand against it. If you don't give him a chance to say no, he can't stop you…

“Wow, you are stunning, princess”, Jaemin was enchanted by you. His eyes shining more than your jewels, his smile wider than ever while dancing close with you. “So, so beautiful”, he whispered in your ears. He was as stunning as you with a black suit perfectly fitting his broad shoulder and small waist. “Can’t wait to give you your present”.

“Wait! A present?”, you gasp in surprise, looking at him with rounded eyes.

“Yeah, a present… I think you’ll like”, he said with a mischievous smile, eyes piercing yours. “But we need to wait ‘till the end”.

Now your mind is malfunctioning. His words leave you dizzy, your body warm and chills running down your back. Maybe he planned the same thing for tonight? He is your gift? You couldn’t hear anything around you anymore, just his words repeating. God, just make this party end really fast. 

You couldn't wait. Two hours later you were leaving all responsibility for the remaining guests to your friend and walking upstairs with Jaemin right behind you. Holding his hand tight making sure he wouldn't run away, letting go only after having closed the bedroom door. You looked at him with your sparkling eyes, little smile.

“Wait a moment”, he asked, turning his back to look for something in his bag. You tried to sneak a look, but he was faster, turning to face you again.

He was holding a black box in one hand and the other was guiding you till you face the mirror with him pressed in your back, looking into your eyes through the reflection.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he opened the box, revealing a beautiful necklace. “I bought this for you. It will fit you so well”, he said as he took the jewel out of the box to put it around your neck. His hands brushing along your collarbone.

He put on the jewel and rested his hand on your shoulders gently, placing a soft but long kiss on your neck exposed by the dress. Eyes fixed in your expressions in the mirror. 

“This is so beautiful, Nana”, you sighed, touching the jewel that rested beautifully on your neck. “I want my princess all pretty for me”, he kissed your shoulder this time while his hands traveled down your arm. You got caught by his moves and turned your attention to him. His eyes were so calm, but so dark. Your body softened in his arms, letting your head fall back a little, exposing your neck.

He started to kiss you from your shoulder with little pecks all the way to your earlobe, sending shivers down your whole body. You had to bite your lip to hold a soft moan when he softly bit your ear, taking a deep breath of your perfume.

You let your hand travel to his neck, caressing his soft black hair, turning your head to look into his eyes. Your lips were so close, almost touching, like a magnetic force pulling towards each other. His hands pressing your waist, back pressed against his chest, solid like a wall. 

You part your lips and close your eyes inviting him to start the kiss. His lips are soft and you feel him melt when your mouths connect. His body moves while kissing you, almost like a little dance, and your body follows him naturally. He cups your cheek, a thumb pressed gently in your face while the rest pull you closer. Your body starts to feel warmer and you deepen the kiss, your tongue invading his mouth needy. The kiss became sloppy and messy, hard to breathe as you devoured each other's mouths.

He turns you into his embrace. Your hands flew to his chest, cupping his gym worked tits. He mischievously smiled after looking at how tiny your hands looked in his body. He took a deep breath and dove into your mouth again. Your hands started slowly to open his buttons, your touch so soft, trying to catch him off guard.

You only managed to open half of them when he broke the kiss and grabbed your wrists. You looked into his eyes and silently challenged him. With your fists immobilized by his hands, you lashed out with your mouth. Small kisses left on the warm exposed skin of his chest. “Don’t tease me like this”, he growled, closing his eyes, but not letting you go yet. 

You started licking his smooth skin with just the tip of your tongue, making sure to breathe right after so he can feel the temperature difference. He inhaled deeply through his teeth, letting a sound of pleasure escape his mouth. He let his head drop back, just enjoying the feeling. You took that opportunity to free your hand and grab his, leading him to the bed like a predator seducing his prey. Your prey. Your foux eyes fixed in his, your lips curving in the ends. He just follows you till you grab him and throw him on the bed. He sits and looks up at you, standing taller than him. You are so close between his legs that he is almost pressing his chin in your stomach, right under your boobs.

Hands pressing his chest down, you kiss him until his back is pressed on the mattress under you. His hands caressing your waist all the time, traveling up to your ribs and back to your hips. He’s lost in the trance. He’s lost in you and what you’re doing to him right now. He almost forgot that he needed to breathe.

“Baby…”, he sighs, looking at you and breaking the kiss, “Where is this coming from?”. For a moment you thought he might be mad, but he wasn't. No. He was enjoying it too much. His gaze melted, his body surrendered to yours. You sit in his crotch, sliding your hand in his chest and unbuttoning the remaining buttons. He’s not stopping you. 

You return your lips to his mouth, down his neck and collarbone, all the way down his chest. You stopped to leave an experimental kiss right beside his nipple. He groaned and tensed his hands in your hips. You go a little further and lick it before closing your lips around, sucking gently. You feel his hips trusting your core. You smile with victory. Your boyfriend is totally lost underneath you, surrendered and pretty hard.

You feel his hand holding the back of your neck, with almost no pressure, but guiding your mouth to the other nipple. His sounds are so pretty that is making you ruin your lace lingerie that you choose just for this night, for him. You continue your journey across his abdomen (all the six packs, omg), kissing and licking all the spots you've always wanted to worship. 

He took your lips off his body when you got to the waistband of his pants, gently pulling you by your hair. “You're evil”, he whispered the words in a deep voice. You smiled and pressed your cheek to his hip, bringing your mouth so close to his already hard bulge. “You sure about this, princess?”, he looked closely at you smirking, looking for signs of doubt. But he did not. You were very sure about that. Without a word, you laid your hand down gently, fingers touching his hard cock. His mouth opened on a moan as you closed your fingers around him. Then he snapped.

He grabbed your head and pulled to his face, sitting again, shoving his tongue inside your mouth, looking desperately for yours. Fuck… He was kissing you like he was starving for days and you were his fresh meal. His hand everywhere on your body, pressing you against his chest and down in his crotch, making you roll your hips against him. You finally let out a high pitched moan when he trusted you harder. 

“This feels so much better than my pillow”, you murmur in his mouth.

“Fuck, baby…”, the only thing that he could pronounce while you speed up your hips. His lost eyes rolled back.

“Do you want me to stop?”, you tease him.

He shakes his head ‘no’.

“That’s what you wanted? All that ‘you’re not ready bullshit”,you talk like a snake, your voice comes out like hisses while you return to assault his neck, biting his perfect skin, leaving little marks. He’s just a groan mess right now, his cock pulsating inside his pants, his eyes closed. “Did you want me to take control of you so badly? … Oh baby, you could've just asked me”, you mocked. You felt your head being pulled, forcing your face below his. His sudden attitude left you breathless.

“Watch your words… or I'm gonna think that you don't want to be treated like a princess in your first time”, he threatens, his voice is dark, his eyes trailing all over your expression.

Fuck, you’re so in trouble right know. But it softens right away. His duality will drive you crazy. He gently lay back, guiding your head gently to his crotch. His lips already smiling again, his hands leaving your head just to rest behind his own.

You unzip his pants and pull them down, lowering your lips to his covered dick. Just a thin line separating his member from your mouth. You’re drooling just thinking about having him weighing on your tongue.

You face him and start pulling his underwear down, almost painfully slowly, without taking your eyes off him. You take his thick member and massage it lightly, running your small hand up and down, feeling the sensitive skin at the tip and all the prominent veins leading up to it. You feel the fluid that slowly comes out of it letting your hand slide easier. You press a little harder and twist your hand when you reach the top. A low pitched moan leaves his pretty lips again.

You stick your tongue out and lick the tip like a kitten. His eyes devour every new move you make. You take him in your mouth, moving down slowly as your jaw relaxes to accommodate his size. As you accommodate him, you move your head up and down, pressing your tongue up and sucking, twisting your fists where your mouth couldn’t reach, doing it faster as your mouth relaxes.

“Shit, baby… Do it slower”, he instructs you. A hand resting on the back of your neck, guiding your moves. “Where did you learn to do that?” His rhetorical question was cut off as you swirl your tongue around the tip, followed by a series of indistinguishable murmurs. The hand that previously rested on your neck starts to press you down, making you take him even more. He stopped before it made you gag, but he kept you there. 

“Baby, can you relax and breathe through your nose for me?” You looked at him and nodded, doing as he asked, breathing slowly through your nose, feeling your throat relax even more. He presses your head down slowly, feeling his cock go deeper into your mouth, pressing against your throat. He groans and bites his lip as he watches the member disappear.

“Now swallow”, and you did. His cock slid down your soft, warm throat until your nose was pressed into his abdomen. He looked down and saw you wet eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed. Your little hands pressed his thigh while you trying to breathe with his cock shoved down your throat. He let go of your head and you freed your mouth with a pop, spit forming lines connecting you and his dick standing tall in front of your face. 

You wanted so bad to taste his cum that you protested when he suddenly pulled you into a kiss. “What was that?”, he asked after hearing you whining. You couldn't speak the words that went through your head. “Where is your bold persona now? Pull yourself together and say what you want, princess”, he used the same tone you used with him earlier, mocking you. “Want to stop?”, he asked seriously this time, always watching your expressions.

“No… just want to make you cum…”, you replied looking into his eyes, doing your best to hold his gaze as your face burned.

“You want my cum… in your mouth?”, he asked cautiously, his voice smooth as silk in your ears. You nodded in response.

“Fuck… you just need to ask, love. Everything for my princess”, he smiled and pressed your head below his cock, right in his balls, while his other hand wrapped around his girth. “Lick them like a puppy”, he ordered. You watched intently as he massaged his cock from bottom to top, licking his balls as he asked. He was a mess, lips parted in an 'o' shape, eyes closed and head tilted back. Small beads of sweat started to run down his neck and forehead, wetting the ends of his hair that were there. His breathing getting shorter and his noises louder, his abdomen contracting. 

“You think you can swallow me again, princess?” You didn’t wait to take him in your mouth again. He looked bigger than before, weighing more on your tongue.

“Relax and swallow”, and he pressed you all the way down again, faster than before, making you choke. Your throat closing made him squirm, moaning floating through his lips.

“Tongue out”, he commanded as he took it out of your mouth, jerking faster, looking at your face. You know you looked irresistible like that. Tongue sticking out, sitting on your heels, puppy ​​eyes, waiting thirsty for his cum to drop all over your face. 

The scene in front of you was also irresistible. He looked very close to cumming, breath hitched, mouth open, eyes almost rolling back. Fuck. You slid one of your hands between your legs to try to quell the pain that was making you throb.

Without a warning beyond the loud moan, he cummed in your tongue. The thick fluid falling into your mouth made you moan too. He kept jerking his cock until he could breathe and his muscles relaxed. You waited anxiously with your tongue full of cum for him to give you an order. He looked at you and stroked your cheek gently. 

“So patient”, he praised you, looking proudly at your messy face. “Come here”, he gestured with his fingers, beckoning you closer. You were doing your best not to let the cum run off your tongue, but it was too hard. You could already feel a part slowly oozing out. 

He helped you climb onto his lap, straddling his lap. “Oww, you are making a mess”, he took out his own tongue and licked what was running from the corner of your mouth. You didn't know you could feel even more horny than you were feeling right now. “Kiss me”, he ordered, already passing his tongue on yours, scooping someone from your mouth just to shove it right back. 

It was the messiest kiss of your life, cum dripping from the corners of your mouth as you shared. You couldn't control your hips rolling in this tight, pressing on your throbbing point, wanting some relief from the burning sensation in your core. In the end, he made you swallow everything, until the last drop of his cum. Hands gripping hard in your hips, helping you to keep the rhythm as it became out of step.

“Are you sure it's your first time, princess?”, Jaemin jokes, his voice still rough from moaning. 

“I just did it in my mind… a lot of times”, you admitted, sheepishly at the end.

“Have you been thinking about humping my thigh too?”, he forced your face to look in his eyes. His grip slowed your movements, making you whine.

“Nana… don’t stop”, your voice was like a whisper in his ears.

“My mouth is better than my thigh, you know?. Come here, baby”. He helped you out of bed and slowly began to take off your dress. His warm hands pushed the dress off your curves, letting it fall to your feet. 

He reached out and took your hand, guiding you to the bed again, but this time more romantically, laying you gently on your back on the soft mattress. He kissed your lips and imitated what you had done to him. He went down your body leaving wet kisses and small bites. Every new place his mouth touched burned your skin, making you shiver. 

He put your leg over his shoulder and looked into your eyes. His lips were so close you could almost feel them touching you. He stuck out his tongue and pressed against you. He maintained eye contact until his eyes closed in pleasure at the taste of you. He began to quickly move up and down past your swollen clit to your tight entrance, slightly sticking his tongue inside of you.

A new sensation was added when he started stroking you with his thumb. He pressed in and out, each time letting himself in deeper, until you felt him inside you, massaging your velvet walls. Your legs trembled around his head and you felt him chuckle pressed into you. The thumb quickly turned into one finger, then two, in and out in a slow, almost painful rhythm. Your body was sweating and your mind was going insane. You were almost there, but it seemed to be unreachable at the pace he was dictating.

You started rolling your pelvis against his face, trying to get his tongue to go faster.  He moaned with your movements and stopped, leaving his tongue out for you to use as you pleased. You started to fuck against his tongue, at the pace you knew would make you come. Your fingers tangled in his hair and pressed him even closer. The vibrations of his moans further increased your confidence and your pleasure. He kept his fingers firmly inside you, abusing a specific spot that brought you even closer to exploding. 

And then you did it. Pleasure flooded through your body and every muscle tensed, eyes rolling back, breathing paused as the sensation spread. And you melted in his mouth. He greedily licked all the pleasure that oozed out of your pussy. You didn't notice it but you've been pulling his hair all the time, pressing his face almost inside you. You couldn't get enough of it.

He made your orgasm last as long as possible. You protested when he took his fingers away from you, feeling the emptiness. His feline eyes were squinted at you. Satiated? He seemed far from being. He was just getting started and you didn't know if your body could take it anymore. You've never had more than one orgasm and surely your fingers didn't give you as much pleasure as his mouth did now. 

He laid his head on your thigh and waited until your body stopped shaking. His hands caressed your legs and hips, calming your senses. He looked like a predator softening up prey before attacking.

Like a cat, he crawled over your body, stopping at your chest. Your peaked nipples were an invitation for him to take them between his lips. He sucked gently as he swirled his tongue around it. His hand reached out, taking it and squeezing it gently.

“What was it like to use my face, princess?”, he whispered in your ear while his hand was still busy playing with your breast. 

“Incredible. But I want you inside me now.”

“Ohh, inside you? Come on then.”, he quickly spun you onto him, leaving you sitting on his hip. His hard cock rested on his stomach. Fuck... you couldn't believe all that had gone into your mouth moments before. He looked bigger now compared to the small distance from your entrance to your navel. 

“Worried?”, he asked as he watched your eyes travel over his body.

“I'm… a little… worried if it's going to hurt”, you pouted. He broke into a smile as soon as you shared your thoughts. “It looks so… rock solid”. Your words made him laugh out loud. 

“Yes, princess. It’s really hard right now”. He guided your hips until you had your lips pressed against his cock. He moved you the full length of his size, leaving a glittering trail behind. He stopped when you reached the tip, circling your clitoris deftly. He was stimulating you with the tip of his cock. Your body started to heat up again as your pussy managed to get even wetter.

He pulled your body against his defined chest, devouring your mouth without ceasing to minister against your sensitive spot. His hand burning all over your body. He was such a great kisser that you almost forgot that you’re about to be ripped open by his member. You felt a hand slip between your bodies. You felt him positioning the tip just in front of your entrance. You felt the pressure trying to get inside you. 

“Keep kissing me”, he ordered. He guided you down his dick, slowly. Your walls contracting with the entrance almost made your eyes roll over. Fuck, you’re feeling everything. All the bulging veins, the perfect shape of the tip, the delicious upward curve of his cock. Everything. The mixed feeling of discomfort and pleasure left your body confused. How could this be so good?

Then he stopped. You've never felt so full in your entire life. Your insides pulsed around him. 

“Hmm, you did so well, baby. When you're ready, use me however you like”, his free hand caressing your cheek. 

“Fuck, Nana…”, your head finally falls on his shoulder, trying to relax the rest of your body.

He patted your head while holding your butt pressed against him. You began rolling your hips experimentally, small circles at the base that further expanded your small hole. Each time it seemed to slide more easily through your walls. His growls below your ear matched the sounds you were making.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick now. You wanted this so bad.”

Your ass began to pick up the pace, rising and sitting again, deeper and faster, the pain no longer hurting. Just pleasure running free all over your body. You could feel his body tensing, his breath unstable, little curses and praises flowing through your ears. 

You rested your hands on his chest and pushed yourself up, making him penetrate you even deeper, if that was possible. His gaze went from your face to where he disappeared inside you. His hand landed on your belly where a small bump formed. Your mind spun as you went up and down and saw the bump move. You looked at him in awe.

You started to set the pace faster, digging your nails into his chest, head dropped back, sweat nearly dripping into the valley of your breasts. Your thighs were burning with the movement, but it felt too good to stop. 

He watched your expressions of pleasure and frustration. He knew you had never come with penetration before. His thumb began to press against your already throbbing clit. The other hand guided your errant movement bouncing on his member. 

You slapped his hand off your pussy so you could reach your orgasm yourself, rubbing your clit the way you like it, pressing hard and fast. Jaemin was controlling himself a lot watching you use his body to achieve your pleasure. His eyes traveling between your face and your hand between your bodies. He didn't know if he could take much longer without coming before you. 

You felt your insides contract as well as your muscles. Your body spasms on top of him like electrical waves. You stopped your hips as your body processed the most wholesome orgasm you have ever had. Your moans echoed in the room and you had to place your hands on his chest so that your body didn't completely collapse.

There were so many sensations that you didn't notice when he quickly took your wrists and laid you down on the bed. With your wrists pinned above your head with one of his hands, he started to fuck your clenching walls. You involuntarily tried to get out from under him, but you were still with his other hand pressing down on your hips.

You didn't know what it was, but the overstimulation was driving you to a second orgasm without you having recovered from the first one. Now his hips were pressing hard and fast against you. Your name escaped his mouth in a mixture of groans and grunts. Maybe you felt it when the tears started to escape your eyes rolled with pleasure, but you’re not sure.

“I'm gonna cum deep inside you when you cream on my cock again, princess”, his voice came out as a deep, almost menacing growl. His brows were furrowed as his tongue pressed against his cheek. His eyes were just open enough to see you squirming beneath him.

“Please, Jaemin…”, you begged right away as the pressure on your G-spot was too much and the warm sensation took over your body again. 

The warm sensation wasn't just from your pleasure, but also from his cum being injected inside you. He pressed his cock so deep that you thought that you really were being split open. He stopped thrusting but you could feel him pulsing as he came with you.

You both remained catching your breath still inside each other. He slightly loosened his grip in your wrists and began massaging in small circles where he had pressed hard before. His lips left brief kisses down your face and neck while your minds returned to reality.

“Ow princess, why are you crying?”, he gently asked as he felt tears cut the path of his kisses. 

You shook your head in response. You didn't know why you were crying, but you didn't want him to think he had hurt you. He held you tight against his chest, stroking your hair as he soothed you.

“I'm feeling like I'm floating…”, you struggle to talk and think at the same time, but you manage to communicate with an airy voice.

“I’m here with you. Take a deep breath”, his nurturing voice came back. You're feeling so embraced in his warm figure that you could sleep right away. “You did so well, princess. You were such a good girl for me. I’m so lucky to have you”, he said and then kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Nana… why not before?”, you looked in his eyes.

“Why didn't we do this before?”

You nodded in agreement.

“I wanted you so bad, baby. But I hated the feeling of corrupting you like you were an innocent teenage girl”, he replied promptly, caressing your cheek and wiping the trail of the tears that had flowed earlier. “You're such a strong woman in all aspects of your life, Y/n. I wanted your confident self like this too. And the wait was worth it”, he smiled and kissed your lips affectionately.

“But you're going to have to tell me later where you learned all this…”, he said in a playful voice, lightly tickling your neck. Your face couldn't be hotter than it is right now from embarrassment.

“Now we're going to take a shower and then I'm going to prepare something for us to eat, okay?”, you cracked a smile as he picked you up.

Fuck, Na Jaemin… How could he be such a perfect man?

[poorlywoventhread]

Task force 141 × Formula 1 Headcannons

ah yes let me just combine my

h y p e r f i x a t i o n s

Gaz

● Massive merc fanboy

● Got into the sport when Mercedes was dominating and instantly became a fan of Hamilton.

● Price gifted him tickets to the silverstone grand prix, was the best leave of his life.

● Abu Dhabi 2021 #neverforget (he's not a toxic fan, though)

● He threw his phone at the wall when he found out Hamilton is going to Ferrari.

● Pretty chill person to watch with, always prepares snacks and enjoys people company.

GHOST

● No one expected him to be a fan. Most of tf141 isn't even sure he is.

● He quietly supports the underdogs (Williams, Haas, Alfa Romeo - refuses to call them stake/kick)

● Sargent reminds him of rookies he's trained, so he likes seeing him do well. He also likes Nico Hülkenberg.

●Absolutely no one knows about this. He sometimes silently joins Gaz to watch, but no one knows why, or even if he has a favourite team/driver. Watching with him is like having a literal ghost in the room.

Price

● McLaren fan, but can't remember the newest drivers names. Mostly because he remembers the late 90's races most fondly. They played in the background in his childhood/early teens.

● Watched Senna live on tv, that's his favourite driver.

● Always took a passing interest in the sport, doesn't watch religiously unlike Gaz. Over the years he's seen bits and pecies of races.

● Supports Fernando Alonso the best because he's a familiar face. Price watched him win a couple times.

●When he sees Gaz watching the race, he stands there for about 10 minutes before realising he has something to do and goes on with his day.

SOAP

● Likes Daniel Ricciardo the best because vibes.

● He isn't much of a fan but likes to join in. All he does is try to annoy Gaz and Ghost (if he's present), then steal all the snacks.

● Dosent really have a favourite team. He's the most fun to be around, though. His reactions to crashes are priceless.

● Dosent really get how cars driving in circles can be entertaining but respects it. (Unless he's teasing someone about when lapped cars are allowed to unlap)

ALEJANDRO

● His favourite driver is Carlos Sainz.

●He doesn't have a favourite team per se, but more like a favourite driver. If you forced him to tell you, he'd probably say he likes Ferrari

● Constantly complains about Ferrari sidelining Sainz in favour of Leclerc.

●Aruges with Rudy about how Redbull are too good. (Rudy is a Redbull fan, having the time of his life)

FalloutNVxFormulaxCodxMolerats comingsoon alsotheotherthingtoo(hopefully)

[myfandomprompts]

To Risk It All | Chapter 1

Aemond x Dragonrider!OC

Summary: Daera arrives in King's Landing. Aemond remembers her vividly.

Tags: possessive!Aemond, angst, mature, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, slow burn, obsession, blood, canon divergence, king Aemond, smut and fluff, dragons, war, F&B spoilers. | Prologue - Masterlist

Though Daera had never stepped foot in King's Landing before, the Dragonpit was unmistakable as she glided down her dragon towards the sandy ground, the Dragonkeepers welcoming her as they once did with Laenor. The red towers of the castle were visible in the distance, the chaotic sound of the city rising in the air as well as the stench that came along with it. All of this was so new to her. Once in the carriage that would lead her to Aegon’s Hill, she wondered what her mother and cousins had planned upon their delayed arrival. Would they demand justice, revenge?

Leaving the Queen, she was led to her brother’s temporary chambers. Upon seeing him again, Daera did not hesitate to throw herself in his arms, holding him tightly as if she feared he would disappear. His purple eyes were red with exhaustion, his small figure pressing against her chest as she held him close. She asked about him, but Daemion only voiced a weak affirmation before diving back into a worrying silence.

“Mother and father’s cousins are on their way, they will be there soon. Then we will go home,” she assured him, stroking his silver curls fondly.

His silence endured and she could do nothing but respect it, basking in their shared embrace before they were led to the royal sept. She held her brother’s hand while she paid her respects to their father, trying to not care for the gruesome state of his head under the white linen while Daemion stared at the ground, speechless.

Daera could feel him trembling, so she squeezed his hand harder.

Soon nightfall came and Daemion had still not said a word to her and when they came back to their apartments within Maegor’s Holdfast. The ghost of their father floated around them like a cold breeze, icing their blood, making them feel so alone, so powerless.

She asked him if he was tempted by a nightly ride upon Seasmoke, hoping to spark something other than sorrow in his eyes, but he only dismissed her with a curt shake of the head. “Daemion… we must be strong. Carry on what he left behind for us, and for mother. You can cry in front of me, you don’t have to hold your tears.”

He finally looked at her, pain plaguing his expression, and she wanted to wipe it away, make it disappear forever.

“You don’t cry,” he remarked with watery eyes.

“I do. I only reserve my grief for the ones I love, and that is you and mother. Certainly not the court,” she answered with bitterness, thinking about those who had done nothing while Vaemond Velaryon was mercilessly slain before them.

Now all that she hoped was that one day, her brother would be able to overcome the trauma the Rogue Prince had inflicted upon him, upon her family. She would make it so, she promised.

Daemion didn’t say a word, instead wrapped her arms around her, flattening his face against her and her heart ached in affection. “Goodnight, sister.”

As she watched her brother close the door, she realised that she, on the other hand, could not bear to be alone. She was scared to be left with her thoughts in such an unfamiliar place and desired to return to what comforted her.

She glanced at each side of the corridor, trying to remember the location of the stairs that led to the main hall. She moved through the castle silently, her steps leading her through the red faded stoney walls until she reached the outyard, where the night had settled so deep she shivered under her cloak.

“I demand to be taken to the Dragonpit,” she called out to one of the guards standing at the main gate.

“It is the hour of the ghosts, my Lady.”

“And what of it?” Daera said, arching a brow high on her forehead. 

The guard looked at her with a repressed scoff. “So I cannot prepare a carriage only because you wish to see your dragon, I am afraid.”

Daera fumed inside, but was unwilling to give up. “Then find someone to escort me on foot.”

This time, the guard did not hide his snicker. “I do not think that a young Lady such as you should be strolling the streets at this hour.”

“Open the gates.”

Daera turned around to see the newcomer as the guard widened his eyes. She had to narrow hers in order to see properly amidst the shadows of the courtyard but she could recognise the silver hair around his face and the smug demeanour of the man that was now advancing toward them. He wore a long dark green cloak that enveloped his figure, boots scratching the floor.

“Yes, my Prince.”

The guard did as told, gesturing to his counterpart to help him move the heavy doors in order to allow the Prince passage. Once outside of the walls, he suddenly stopped in his tracks to look at her over his shoulders. “Are you coming or not?”

Daera almost jumped, startled to be addressed and scurried to follow him, earning an annoyed look from the guard that closed the gates behind them. The silver-haired man only smirked and resumed his walk, forcing her to catch up with him.

“You are the Velaryon girl. Daera, is it? The Winged Seahorse?” he said, glancing at her from the corner of his eye while hastening his pace away from the castle’s gates. “You ride Seasmoke?”

“Yes.”

The way he behaved along with his unabashed confidence left little to no doubt about his identity, and Daera’s suspicions were confirmed when they came to a stop at a junction, now facing each other for the first time.

He looked at her, fully, and she could see the lilac eyes, the curly silver hair, the proud jawline and the redness under his eyes. She had not seen them in years, but it was easy to guess which out of the three children of Viserys Targaryen he was.

“Yes, my Prince. And you are Aegon Targaryen," she concluded, hinting that they had never been introduced properly.

“Indeed, we’ve met once before. But we both grew up since that time,” he said with poise before giving her a onceover. “And for the best, it would seem."

Daera stayed emotionless. “I suppose so. We must live up to our House’s name the best we can. Make them proud.” 

He looked at her for a little while, assessing her features and the way she spoke, trying to decide if the girl was not very quick witted or if she was just careful around him.

“I am sorry for your loss,” he finally said after his study, watching as her eyes turned grimmer at the mention of her father.

“Thank you."

She did not know what to say, and gazed at the paved stone. She had successfully managed to exit the castle grounds but from her position, she had no idea in what direction the Dragonpit was, the night sky hindering her vision.

But her curiosity was piqued by the unexpected encounter, making her momentarily forget about her destination. "May I ask where you are going at this hour, Prince Aegon?”

“The only place I can truly entertain myself,” he smirked. "I would have invited you to come along, but as I understood, you have a dragon to ride.” 

She only nodded, deciding that she did not want to drag a more precise answer out of him by the way he mysteriously looked at her.

“The Dragonpit is this way, you’ll have to cross Fleabottom,” he pointed vaguely to the street on the right. "Keep on and you’ll see the light of the dome from the plaza. I hope the Dragonkeepers are in a good mood,” he added. “For your sake.” 

He reached for his hood to put it over his hair, covering the very recognisable silver of it. “Oh… Thank you.”

“Have a nice flight, Daera.”  

As she watched him stride off southward, she felt jealous of his hood, feeling silly for not having brought one of her own to hide her silver head. Instead she was left to squeeze the fabric of her cloak around her and began walking, thoughts swirling around the oddity of the King’s son.

Were all of his children like this? Helaena? Aemond? Daeron?

She thought about Aemond, the boy she had met with two eyes before he lost one out of pure perseverance. She had seen neither him nor Helena since her arrival, and she knew Daeron to be in Oldtown. But now that she had met one of them, she found herself most curious about the others.

It was a shame that she was to leave as soon as her great cousins’ plea would be heard.

Aemond cursed under his breath when he saw that none of the adjacent streets he had taken were empty, his plan to remain unnoticed moot. His evening ride on Vhagar had been pleasant, a necessity after the dinner that had left him fuming, remembering the sufficient snort of Lucerys Velaryon as the roasted pig was served, and how Jacaerys Velaryon had thought he could provoke him. In fact, Aemond felt vengeful still, much of the ire accumulated within him since that fateful day on Driftmark demanding to be released, and he felt it more and more difficult to keep his rancour at bay. 

The noises of the night owls above and the drunks staggering on the main street steered him away from his murderous thoughts, noticing with relief that he was getting closer to the Red Keep as he walked further up Sour Belley Row. When he took a turn to a street he hoped to be empty, the thoughts invaded him once again.

If only he could challenge Lucerys Valeryon, challenge him in a fight, or even sneak into his room, unseen, and make him beg for him to stop when he would try to take his eye as wel-

A loud laugh echoed from one of the back alleys, and he instantly stopped in his tracks, his jaw clenching. "... the King passes away, head to the dark clear glowing flame that turns as green as the dawn…"

He looked under his hood to search for the source of the voice, only spotting two shadowy forms as another shrilling laugh echoed against the stone walls of the alley. From afar he recognised an old woman he knew blind, talking to a stranger whose back was turned to him. 

He sighed with annoyance; this woman was known to be some sort of seer, overlooked by some, adored by others, and decided to pay it no mind, rather walking away before earning more of her questionable predictions. It was easy for a charlatans like her to announce the death of his father when he had one foot in the tomb, and her sort only deserved his disdain.

But as he casted one last disapproving look to the old crone, he caught sight of the stranger’s silver hair facing her and stilled again.

It was a woman, a young woman that was wearing noble clothes, both blue and black, wrapped around a thick dark marine cloak. A Targaryen? One of Aegon’s bastards? No, she was far too old. An imitator perhaps? Not from her clothes and the way she stood herself. She then turned her face slightly, and curiosity took the better of him at once.

She was too beautiful not to be of noble blood, and there was only one person that possessed her characteristics and was currently in the capital: Daera Velaryon, the girl he had watched grieve Laena Velaryon all of those years ago on Driftmark, and had sometimes after claimed her brother’s dragon, following his own steps.

The one who had led him to the dune where Vhagar slept.

She had grown much, she was nothing like the girl he had met by the seaside. Before he could realise it, his feet had advanced toward the two women on their own, and as he stepped into the light, the white orbs of the seer snapped at him like she had suddenly recovered the ability to see. The Velaryon followed her gaze and took a hasty step back when she realised that he was right behind her, a jasmine fragrance filling the air as she moved.

He could not blame her for her reaction, knowing that he would look rather imposing to her as he beat her both in height and size and bore a hooded cloak that hid most of his face, keeping it in the shadows.

“Ha! There is the vision, the one you will cower under!” continued the old woman, drawing back both Aemond’s and the girl’s gaze on her. 

Then the young woman spoke, allowing him to finally hear her voice for the first time in years, memories coming back to him at the softness of her tone. “I… I don’t understand.”

The seer cackled again and began searching for Daera’s hands, reaching to her front and bringing them into her own. “The God of Flame and Shadow understands, my dear,” she said as she tapped her hand and grinned widely. "You, on the other hand, don't need to."

Aemond was almost certain that the woman had ‘looked’ straight at him as she said her last piece, but he had no time to react for she let out another cackle before letting go of Daera’s hands and proceeded to slowly limp away in the dark alley, holding on to the wall for direction.

Both him and Daera watched as she disappeared in the shadows before she turned to face him, making Aemond remember where he was and where he was going before he had stupidly lost himself in a dark alley. 

He could feel her gaze on him, scrutinising, the scent of jasmine spreading in the air.

“Who are you?” she asked, her eyes searching under the hood that covered his face.

He congratulated himself for letting his sapphire eye bare of leather for that particular occasion. No one could know he was away from the keep, even less recognise him.

“None of your concern, I’m afraid.”

His tone was cold, unforgiving. He wanted to turn away before she could ask any more compromising questions, but his body refused to move, as if it was detached from his brain.

“You smell of dragon.” 

He stopped himself in time from lifting his head completely in reaction, keeping his features safely tucked away in the shadows. Instead, he watched her intensely under his hood as she kept searching for his eye, gears visibly turning behind her violet ones. 

“It’s unwise to insult strangers away at such a late hour. Especially alone,” he answered with all the menacing tone he could muster.

She straightened at that, and if she hadn’t considered him dangerous before, she was now. Or was it prudence? 

“I didn't mean to insult you. I only… I just wanted to head to the Dragonpit by myself, but I got… distracted,” she gestured behind her where the woman had disappeared, staring at the now empty street deep in thought. “I wish to see the dragons for myself.”

“Hm,” he found himself muttering, wondering why in the seven hells he was still standing there instead of being on his way back already. Instead he found the want to goad her, to test her. “Maybe if you had stayed on the main street and avoided being lured by beggars and liars, you would have found it without difficulty.”

He saw her chin lift up at that, like a creature ready to strike, to defend itself. 

Like a dragon.

“Well, if I was lured so easily, like you put it, I wonder what you are doing here,” she said defiantly, “Fancy the words of a liar or do you just have a likeness for dark alleys? Or perhaps more discriminating endeavours?”

He considered her for a moment before letting out a scoff, surprising himself and earning a puzzled look from her. She had the grit of her father, he could give her that. Or was it the fire in her veins, the same that he possessed?

"See the dragons," she had said, instead of explaining that she wanted to ride hers. Just like he had.

Exactly as he had said all of those years ago.

He hummed again, scrutinising her. “Maybe you should ask someone else, there are much more informed people in those streets than old fortune tellers and strangers that smell of dragon. You would be better to take your chance with them.”

He allowed himself a short moment to see her expression shift from defensive to surprised, before turning his back to her swiftly and finally walking away, letting a smile creep at the corner of his mouth.

That was unexpected.

“You think you can protect him? Ha! He will fall, girl, you are powerless against their wits. Grief plagues you all, but so do teeth and claws. Maybe wings will cover his tomb?”

The blind woman's voice kept ringing in her ears as she walked down the main avenue. Protect him? Protect him from what? From who? Was it her brother, she had asked. Was it Daemion? But the woman had not answered her, only mocked her further.

"One candle burns as the King passes away, head to the dark clear glowing flame that turns as green as the dawn and see your heart within it, your future."

What had she meant?

Daera raised her head and exhaled in relief when she saw the enormous roof of the Dragonpit over a nearby building. She began walking again, carefully staying in the dark and avoiding every person she would cross paths with.

The seer had called to her, asked her to approach, but when Daera had said that she had nothing to offer, taking the woman for a beggar, she had seen the white of her eyes and felt compelled to go to her. The old woman had then passed her hand over her face before laughing and speaking mysterious words, taunting her. Should she even take her seriously? 

But against all odds, it was not the most peculiar encounter she had made this evening, and wondered if maybe, the night had more in store for her.

The hooded man that had inexplicably materialised behind her, listening in to the incomprehensible words that were spoken to her, had unsettled her and now occupied her thoughts as she climbed the steps to the Dragon Pit. He was tall and lean, from what she had seen. His voice was soft, but firm, and obviously rather cold as he spoke and she wondered if he always sounded so scathing.

She had only seen his jawline in the dark, the rest of his face hidden from her, but she found herself more intrigued by him than by the blind woman's words. And the smell, sandalwood mixed with smoke. But it was the distinctive scent of dragon that had her eagerly curious. It was the exact same smell as when Princess Rhaenys came back from a ride with Meleys, or as Laenor had once, or as Laena did. Was he a Dragonkeeper? Or maybe just a worker there? Maybe she had been wrong completely, and had mistaken the scent for another odour. But he had not denied it, rather had looked unphased when she had pointed it out. She might think of every possibility but her instincts already knew the truth.

She wondered what the odds were of meeting two Targaryen Princes in one night.

Chapter 2

Thank you @babyblue711 & @arcielee for beta.

Tag list: @knightprincess@baconturtle @witheredoffherwitch @lexwolfhale @toodlesxcuddles @watercolorskyy (sorry I forgot to tag you in the prologue)

[joshfuckingkiszka]

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔐𝔶 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 - 𝔇ℜ𝔚

drw x f!reader

this one is sweet and I love it

warnings: mentions of sex and pessimism

THIS BLOG IS 18+ MINORS DNI

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I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own I made up my mind, I'm better off bein' alone

Was there something wrong with prioritizing work and school? In your mind, absolutely not. However, whenever you received another invitation to a high school friend’s wedding, it put a seed of doubt in your head. All of these acquaintances had met their true love in college, or high school, or, god forbid, middle school, and where were you? Studying. 

Everyone assured you that everyone blooms in their own time, and comparison is the thief of joy, blah, blah blah. You were only convinced to attend an outdoor wedding in the middle of June with the promise of an open bar and wedding cake. The dress was a mauve purple maxi dress, that compressed your body in a way that made you feel like a goddess (and was sure to make you sweat). The neckline sat below spaghetti straps and wasn’t incredibly showy, but to ensure respect, you wore a light gray shrug cardigan and paired the outfit with white satin pumps. Looking at your reflection instilled a bout of confidence, yet you sighed. What’s that saying? Always a wedding guest, never a bride, or something to that effect. 

The wedding was charming, if a little gauche. You and Caroline had maintained a friendship since Freshman year, where she met Todd, and that was it for the both of them. The ceremony was beautiful and the speeches given by their friends and family were tear jerking. You congratulated the happy couple then immediately made your way to the bar, where you ordered a strong enough cocktail to make you cough at the first sip. 

“Careful there,” a voice interrupted, “I do not know CPR.” 

“Don’t worry, if I stop breathing, let me.” The voice was silent. “Oh, that was a … weird thing to say, I’m sorry.” 

You turned, to make the apology more sincere, and quite enjoyed the view. He was a few inches over six feet, with a mane of dark, curly hair that fell just shy of his shoulders. He said something but your hearing was failing you at the moment. He bumped your shoulder in jest, a smirk shining on his lips. 

Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

A few weeks later, you would have thought you had known Danny your whole life. He certainly felt like he had been there forever, like a friend from Kindergarten you remember fondly, but whose name falls short. He was quick to introduce you to his friends and bandmates, who welcomed you with open arms. 

More than his presence, Danny was like no man you had ever met before. Although neither of you had thought to label what you were, his lips randomly spilled with “baby”s and “honey”s instead of your name, like they were your moniker.  It wasn’t until about a month after your meeting that Danny kissed you for the very first time. It felt so natural, like your lips were where his belonged, where they should stay forever and you would never need to breathe. 

In that moment, every quip or pessimistic remark you had made about love was proven wrong. You were wrong. Nothing ever was or would be more important than Daniel Wagner, and each kiss he continued to plant made you tipsier than any wine or liquor ever could. His hands grasped at your hips like you were the only thing stabilizing him to the earth, reaching into your soul and touching you where you had been so sure had disappeared. Screw anything you thought was worth anything, because this was worth everything, and his lips could have been coated in gold, they were so valuable. 

The opulence that his kiss instilled was just enough of a reason to agree to go with him on a weekend getaway. Of course, he asked, knowing your bag was already packed, and as soon as the “sure” left your lips, he was dragging you to his car. The drive to Gatlinburg wasn’t very long, but you would have given anything to make it longer, to hear his voice sing various 80s tunes, his fingers drumming along on the steering wheel. To have his hand extended over the console, waiting for yours, so he could kiss your knuckles.  

And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat And we rule the kingdom inside my room (inside my room, oh)

The weekend, too, passed quickly. You played board games with him in the warm glow of the fireplace, forced him to watch early 2000s rom-coms (and saw him tear up at Bridget Jones’s Diary), and laid with him under pale moonlight, between flannel bed sheets, listening to the thumping rhythm in his chest. It was almost musical. 

On Monday, you were back at work, aching to go back in time, for just a second, to relive those moments where it was just the two of you. That strange feeling in your chest made you nervous, in a good way. During his regular texts to you that day, Danny casually mentioned a house party one of his friends in another band was throwing, silently asking you to go with him. Of course you would, you would go anywhere with him. 

Your studious days in college didn’t allow much for parties, at all, really. You had managed to attend one that got shut down by the cops, in the first fifteen minutes of your attendance. That had been an omen to you, that you simply just were not meant to be a partier. Danny, oh, he was a natural, much like he was at everything else. You were giddy at the idea of the red plastic cup in your hand, like you were 16 again, and Danny just laughed and kissed your forehead. 

When it got too loud that Danny could no longer hear you, he gently grabbed your hand, leading you to a bedroom upstairs. 

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff Baby, all at once, this is enough

“If you think I’m having sex with you in here-” 

“No!” He laughed, opening the window. The roof outside was relatively flat, easy enough to maintain sitting on it, and he climbed out. When he steadied himself, he held his hand out for you, and you couldn’t help but smile as you took it. 

As Danny held your body close to his, he pointed out different guests, and told you various pieces of gossip that he had heard. You’d laugh occasionally, but you couldn’t help but lose focus, keeping your gaze on him, but your mind on the thought of him. Finally, that Saturday, at 10:38 P.M., you realized that you were in love with Daniel Wagner. For the first time, you basked in it, let yourself absorb the warmth of sharing a heart with someone. All of the little things about Danny held your focus for longer than you could manage to comprehend. The slope of his nose, each curl in his hair, and those dark eyes, with hints of gold and mischief. 

“-I love you.” You hadn’t meant to interrupt him. But the smile on his face told you he didn’t really mind. 

“I love you too, baby.” He leaned in for a kiss, effectively sealing the deal. Danny owned you, but you owned him too.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

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[borathae]

First of all… SIBI WHERE IS YOONGI?! IS HE ALRIGHT?????! WHERE’S MY BOONGIE IM SO WORRIED FOR HIM, I wouldn’t be this worried for him if Frederick wasn’t involved in this I DONT TRUST THAT MAN AT ALL, and please it would completely break me if something happens to him and oc still hasn’t had an honest conversation with him, she would feel even worseeeeee gosh maybe, just maybe, I’m overreacting because just like our queen oc I’m an over thinker but for real reading that Yoongi left with that man and didn’t come back made my tummy hurt 😫😫😫😫😫please boongie be ok😫😫😫😫😫😫

My vmin 😭😭😭 my soulmates omg Sibi their honest talk broke me so much 😩 did Jimin not stay the night with Tae after they slept together in the past? Because sweet Taetae was surprised to find him still there with him and I just went like noooooo by sweet boy 😩 Jimin is really trying to be better for him I’m so happy but what do you mean he didn’t apologise for shit for four hundred years?! Of course Tae would get emotional over that 😭 and not him asking jimin to be nice with the rest of the group because he loves them and they are their only chance at finally having a family that cares for them 💔😭 the only thing that these two little idiots (said extra fondly) need it’s affection, lots of affection and they will get it! ❤️‍🩹🥺😭 I’m truly happy that Jimin now is truly starting to understand that he has nothing to be scared of and that he has people that are willing to care for him if he changes his bad habits 🥹 also not him trying to apologise with the rest of the family by gifting them things that he knows they will like in the most awkward and confusing way for everyone jsksksksksksksksk I want pinch his cheeks even if he would probably slap it way and cringe at it like a child, cutie just trying to be a better person 🥹

And I just want to hug my sweetest boys Kookie and Tae for being there to comfort oc and call out her overthinking ways, like both of them telling her once again that there’s no way Yoongi is angry at her for what happened, kook gently pushing her to talk to Yoongi because he knows that’s the only way she’ll stop worrying AND because he doesn’t like seeing them act distant, and Tae telling her that she’s projecting and forming an image of Yoongi that’s not real and being like “you do realise that Yoongi has killed even more people right? He’s understanding he wouldn’t be angry at you for something that was necessary” like GIRL please your boyfriend is the most understanding being in the whole universe 😭 maybe Kook will have to try pull an “attic ambush” on them again 😭 I love how understanding and respectful Yoongi is when it comes to no pushing her to talk if she doesn’t want to, but PLEASE just this time I need him to sit her down and tell her “I know there’s something you are not telling me, and that’s gonna change now or we are not leaving this room because I can sense your fear and the way this is hurting you, so let’s talk” I just know the way you are going to write the scene when they finally come clean it’s probably gonna make me cry hsksksksksksks

On a side and final note I LOVE when Kook calls her Baby???! It really does something to me sjjsksksks I love that cutie so much, my lil vampire bunny 🥹

Wonderful chapter as always Sibi, I’m so excited (AND WORRIED 😬) for the next one! and I’m sorry if this ask is a little all over the place, it’s 3:30 am here and my eyes are begging me to please go to sleep 🤡

-Shy anon

OKAY BUT THIS IS SUCH A VALID WORRY TO HAVE HELLO??? WHERE IS YOONGI AND WHY IS FREDRICK STILL SOF UCKIGN SUS???

did Jimin not stay the night with Tae after they slept together in the past? Because sweet Taetae was surprised to find him still there with him and I just went like noooooo by sweet boy 😩

No, sadly he didn't :( he barely even gave him aftercare (except for the times they were alone and Namjoon wasn't influincing them aka the night Jimin talked about remembering and their year on the farm)

and not him asking jimin to be nice with the rest of the group because he loves them and they are their only chance at finally having a family that cares for them 💔😭

YES GOSH THIS PART WAS SO :( idk Tae sounded so full of childlike hopefulness and istfg I wanna protect him!!!!!!!!

also not him trying to apologise with the rest of the family by gifting them things that he knows they will like in the most awkward and confusing way for everyone jsksksksksksksksk I want pinch his cheeks even if he would probably slap it way and cringe at it like a child, cutie just trying to be a better person 🥹

HE IS SUCH A CUTIE ISTFG PLEASE LOVE HIM :( he is so !! please protect ajfdsfj

kook gently pushing her to talk to Yoongi because he knows that’s the only way she’ll stop worrying AND because he doesn’t like seeing them act distant, and Tae telling her that she’s projecting and forming an image of Yoongi that’s not real and being like “you do realise that Yoongi has killed even more people right? He’s understanding he wouldn’t be angry at you for something that was necessary” like GIRL please your boyfriend is the most understanding being in the whole universe 😭

YES YES YES YEY YES Istfg them being heri voices of reason throughout this chapter sAVED my worrying ass :( they were both so understanding and gentle with her whilst still doing what was necessary for her to "get a grip" istfg best boyfriends ever :(

maybe Kook will have to try pull an “attic ambush” on them again 😭

IMAGINE HOLY FUCK IMAGINE 😭😭

I love how understanding and respectful Yoongi is when it comes to no pushing her to talk if she doesn’t want to, but PLEASE just this time I need him to sit her down and tell her “I know there’s something you are not telling me, and that’s gonna change now or we are not leaving this room because I can sense your fear and the way this is hurting you, so let’s talk” I just know the way you are going to write the scene when they finally come clean it’s probably gonna make me cry hsksksksksksks

NO BUT I AGREE fnasdnf like we can't even be mad at him, because his respects towards her is so fucking hot and healthy and yet I am over her pulling a Kookie and thinking to myself "just be disrespectful for once and tell her to talk LIKE PLEASE YOU LOVE EACH OTHER" jfjadjf

On a side and final note I LOVE when Kook calls her Baby???! It really does something to me sjjsksksks I love that cutie so much, my lil vampire bunny 🥹

S A M E I get flutters all over whenever he calls her baby fjadsjf it's like he is this cutie babyboy who "just exists" for a while who then goes all like "remember that I'm her boo too, so imma be real cute now" :( istfg he is such a MAN I love him :(

[castle-dominion]

4x12 m for mayor

Loving death. Oh gosh that coat? I recognize.

Martha??? Just like my little bro, finished all his credits & just doing advanced physics. I on the other hand took an extra year of high school. I wanted to go busking in europe for a year after high school before going to college but that didn't pan out. Oh an internship? seriously? She's such a boring goody two shoes which is actually really good for her & I'm proud ig...

hyoid! new york ofc she doesn't have her license. nice coat on castle, becks, espt, & lanie too. Everyone is so pretty today. (oh & ryan also looks great & has that pretty pink shirt with no tie, they keep dressing him in pink right after his marriage, I think that's on purpose. No tie tho which is interesting & brings back s1 vibes but it's rly rly cute) lmao amish. I mean yeah the hutterites mennonites & amish are, well... As a folk catholic myself I should keep my mouth shut. kept the purse? & dumped it? Why not just leave it with the vic? or take the cash just as a bonus?

BIG CHEESE? NO

New actor for the mayor? RW: This is one of New York’s finest, huh, Ricky? RC, fondly: She’s the best. I like him I think. KB: I’ll do my best to keep the nature of your business private. RW: Thanks. I hoped you’d be there, Rick. RC: Fondue night with Alexis, but I did send a cheque. [this one is a cheque not a check] who calls them staffER rather than just staff?

I like how jordan the intern (alexis?) leaves & then the mayor takes rick to talk about the library stuff. RW: You know, I’ll—I’ll leave you guys to work through this unless, Rick, you want to take a look at our new library initiative. It wouldn’t hurt us to have your endorsement on that. RC: For the New York Public Library, my first love? Anything.

BS: I’ve already done your legwork, Detective. The car was checked out by Elizabeth Watson, Senior Director of Communication here at the office. When she left last night’s event around midnight, she discovered that it was missing. [that's really good of him!] *Shay pulls out a piece of paper.* BS: Here’s her statement. [that's taking it a bit far] KB: With all due respect, Mr. Shay, police investigations are usually conducted by the police. [she's right] BS: Yeah, well, unfortunately the 24-hour news cycle moves a hell of a lot faster than you do [yeah lol] and I have to get all my ducks in a row before this thing breaks. It’s my job. [he's right] KB: And my job is to find Laura’s murderer. So, if you don’t mind, and even if you do, [you can still accept the statement & thank him] I’m gonna get my own statement from Ms. Watson about that car, and I’m also gonna need statements from all of your staff as to whether they recognize our victim. [as you should] BS: Knock yourself out. But trust me, you’re wasting your time. [bro] KB: It’s my time to waste. Now, I got a job to do. [she's right] BS: So do I. Let me be clear. Mayor Weldon is my priority, and I’m not about to let this thing embolden his opponents and ruin everything that we’ve built. [he's right]

RC: Step back? These are politicians. They can’t order at a restaurant without two compromises and an ultimatum. Ooh gates is rly pretty Use castle's closeness to your advantage? Oh no castle you ARE biased

KR: No phone calls at all, because Laura Cambridge didn’t own a cell phone. Her credit cards haven’t been used in six months. RC: No cell phone and no credit cards? It’s like she’s from another century. JE: Amish theory’s looking pretty good, bro. Oh, I remember now. This is the phone sex episode. Good will hunting but in reverse. markiplier is the matt damon of poop. Rape or smth? death of a loved one?

Chuckleheads? like that time rysposito kept saying names for suspects & almost f*cked right then & there? Officer & gentleman? lmao. John watson? Mr Harvey: Bunch of deadbeat tenants in here. You ever get bored? I’m sure I could fill up a couple of holding cells for you. Caucasian is actually specific, not just white.

Ooh I love the pattern on the vest, I love esposito's shirt, looks not necessarily ironed but has some good breast pockets, I feel like the pink might contrast with his eyes. I'm a blue-eyed-indian but dang my eyes aren't that blue.

"No Please" really makes me think bad stuff & then Phone sex, babes!!! "yeah I'm still here babey" XD RC: I’d say it’s about $4.99 a minute. It’s not a sweatshop. *points to wall saying dial a goddess* It’s a sex shop.

Good gracious this is... well... I like how the office has dial-a-goddess art on the walls. Makes it feel more like an office. Tho they could work from home. But then they would have to set up secure phoning in their homes & it would just be easier & safer (safety of SWs is important) to route the office for payment & safety & anonymity. RC: Well, being the Chief… *reads the manager's nameplate* ...Sexecutive Officer did you notice any conflicts with her and her colleagues? [lmao sexecutive] MK: Maybe she liked it. We get all types here, Detective: students, actresses, moms. I know an accountant who did it because she liked the challenge…and it turned her on. It's a powerful thing to make a client lust for you.

Lil bro played the minecraft chicken sound & I was so confused for a sec bc I thought it was from-- (I almost called it sherlock)-- (I almost called it murdoch)-- Castle.

So true. You need fellowship & company & sometimes people, esp men, need the intimacy of sex to be able to have that emotional intimacy. Don't tell my mom but I've spoken to my priest about this, when I was in school & really stressed, I would have adult fun a lot, but after school was over (& I increased my testosterone dose too!) I stopped doing so much adult fun. It is a stress reliever. RC: It's therapy. Or…so I've been told. Castle nobody would doubt that you have called a place like this before. Plus you could say "or so I theorize" or smth. I mean remember that plastic surgery case when ryaposito were like "I can't believe the doctor doesn't have porn on his work computer" & the nanny case when castle saw rysposito & the captain standing around a computer & he said "that better not be porn & if it is I want in" like what? Ah well such is life. (Question for all you real adults out there, I'm technically an adult & I'm sort of a man but I'm trans & young & sheltered: do men really jerk off together? Do they sit around & watch porn together? Seems kind of gay tbh, jerking off around other men, comfy with or wanting them to see you jack it? sus. also gross.)

*picks up his phone & immediately has the number up*

WHEN was the door opened tho? Ah gas company. Fake af. Six foot, white, dark hair again.

Hm, usually drinks for actors are just coloured water but this wine has a foam on it, it looks very much like real wine imo.

RC: but that's going to be like looking for a needle in a needle stack. OH HO HO THIS IS A PLOT HEAVY EPISODE? I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE WHEN I FIRST STARTED PLAYING IT BUT THEN I THOUGHT TO MYSELF IT CAN'T BE BUT HERE IT IS IT IS INDEED A PLOT HEAVY EPISODE. HOO HOO HOO. but how so they always seem to be able to catch the murderer after being told not to in these episodes?

Greater forces at play? There is way too much, so much more than just beckett than just beckett's mom, with all the killing & death I think it is not worth it to look the other way for the safety of just one person. What if you DON'T know when it is time? RC: Tell her what? "Hey, Kate, I've been taking calls from a shadowy figure who wants to keep you off your mother's murder case so they don't kill you, too"?

KB on the phone: No, I'm not eating *while eating* RC: Brown cashmere. So, we narrow our suspects down to rich men with impeccable taste. KB: Are you saying you're a suspect? LOTS of phone calls dang. copious is a good word. RC: Are there any calls in there from the Mayor's office? KB: I thought you said you were confident that he wasn't involved? RC: I'm…just trying to be thorough…and impartial. KR: Not yet. But the private sector is well represented. I got calls from The Met, banks, several high profile brokerage houses. No wonder the economy collapsed, huh? btw ryan outfit, no tie, striped shirt (not a fan of stripes), & vest plus jacket with lapel pin. Typical Ryan wear. I prefer castle's stripes, they are a pattern in the weave of the fabric to make it catch the light differently, they are not actually different colours. Nice dark navy blue jacket.

Rystle protecting beckett they both love her so much. RC: A television station! RC: ya idk The way espt says navarro <3 beckett's jacket <3

my brother helped me get ship names for just the main four. 0: nobody 1: castle, beckett, ryan, esposito 2: caskett, rystle, Castlesito castito casposito espostle estle (he actually didn't help me choose), ryckett, especkett, rysposito 3: ryspeckett, ryspostle, caspeckett, Rycaskett 4: rycaspockett caskeitan (I chose rycaspockett but lil bro chose caskeitan which is three syllables but four ppl)

Man had a nice tie I am not the smartest person but here: Polemic = a speech or piece of writing expressing a strongly critical attack on or controversial opinion about someone or something.

Oh no not the mayor! & then the coat nooo

Remember what happened last time castle? with damien? Tho if he DID do it then he ruined his own career.

It's the backgrounds that make the show. I'm noticing this while gates is getter her leftovers for lunch. They have cereal tupperwares on top of the fridge, including fruit loops (froot loops?) & images on the fridge.

RC: You know what I think? I think she's hoping it's him, because if he's gone, I'm gone. She's right, she can't have him with her.

Find a nice private space to talk, you don't need to do it in public you don't need to do it in the interrogation room.

Lol I forgot that this was before castle & gates started to make some leeway.

VG: We are tasked by the City of New York to protect its people. Sometimes that task comes with a cost. I know what they call me, Detective. "Iron Gates." I hear the whispers. "She's from I.A., she must hate cops." Well, the truth is I love cops. My daddy was a cop, my uncles were cops. But the sergeant who assaulted my patrol partner under color of authority, who holds him accountable? We do. Go to the mayor, get him to voluntarily surrender his coat for fiber testing without a warrant. Tell him it's the only way to keep it out of the media. But if he refuses, you get that warrant and you do your job, whatever the cost. This is why I respect gates. I'm anti-cop so I respect her here. Protect the people, keep the cops in line.

He DOES play poker with him lol.

It's going to be the kid right? The intern? I respect that, I'd believe that. Once you are given the context you remember but you don't remember before that. The way castle nods at him. "it is in your best interest" Oh no he killed her? Who is "they"? Ah "they" probably planted his coat. She still needs to get the coat but again they could have planted the evidence. Yeah castle! She totally should have told him that she needed the coat & was going to get it either way. Withholding the coat & then getting it with a court order looks guilty but it looks even guiltier if they find it matches, but then it supports the conspiracy thing if he turns it over bc he believes it is normal. Here's a question tho, what if two coats were made of the same alpaca fur or whatever? What if someone spilled hot sauce on their coat & so the part on the body has hot sauce residue but the part of the coat they test has no hot sauce residue so they don't match? idk how forensics work(s).

Sus parking garage. Does he see the guy's face? not right but not wrong? Man just disappears like that? So cool & sexy bestie.

Ryan not wearing his gun rn. Rly cute tho, nice sweater, he also seems almost to be walking like a girl rn which is weird. Not a hip-problem way like he often does.

woah who's that wearing the unicorn onesie? "I had an epiphany" he says Fellow had a rubik's cube in her office while she was doing phone sex lol

Sarah! Heck yes!

lmao poor greta gramma I remembered it! It was indeed the boy I remembered! tho I feel bad that it was jordan More dangerous than you know though, so like here, why did smith help the investigation if he knew that beckett would get closer to The Big Bad Guy? Wouldn't he try to steer her away to protect her? suspense suspense suspense just spit it out BILL MOSS I KNOW THAT NAME FROM FUTURE SEASONS he has a nice coat btw.

KB: Jordan Norris is a pawn. I want the people controlling him. VG: Oh, it’s a long game, Kate. Play it piece by piece. (sus?) Feel bad for big cheese

RW: There are people out there. I realize it now, people who control what goes on in this city and beyond. I wouldn’t play ball, so they took me out of the game. It’s been decided: this is as far as I get. Like watts the autistic jewish man can't get better than detective, murdoch the catholic autistic man who can't get better than detective, george crabtree the adhd ex-con (innocent) who was raised by prostitutes who can't get better than constable.

RC: I’d be gone from the Twelfth Precinct. Me: not everything is abt you Smith: nono he's right. Smith: You play chess, Mr. Castle? There are times when a well-placed pawn is more powerful than a king. casually says he's a pawn. But good, he reaveals that castle's job is to protect kate, keep her in check.

Like yeah the case wasn't quite resolved but he had to prevent it from going any further, that's what's going on. I see

Oof so yeah that was a good episode.

[mildswearingat4am]

Okay, so I’ve established that geckos are a no-go right now because of the time commitment their lifespan entails.

(And also their humid tropical habitat attracts just. A metric fuckton of fungus gnats. Who can crawl through the cracks of a front-opening terrarium and make a million baby gnats in there. I am not okay with this.)

But you know what is a cool pet that’s fun to watch, similar enough to hamsters that I have relevant experience, live a few years, and have the cutest lil faces??

Mice

[sublimecatgalaxy]

hii, today is my birthday, can you write something by tate langdon for me?

Happy belated birthday honey! I hope you like this!

"You're finally home." My head whips around to spot Tate laying in the middle of my bed, watching me fondly with a smile as I make my way to my dresser, pulling out a pair of comfortable sweatpants to free myself from my work uniform.

Smirking to myself, I play with the strings of the pants as my eyes lift to meet his through the mirror. He smiles a toothy grin, sitting up with his hands resting in his lap, looking absolutely adorable.

"Careful, Tate. It almost sounds like you missed me." I wink, my fingers working slowly at unbuttoning my uniform, tossing it to the floor as his eyes stay locked on my face, my eyes.

So respectful, even in a time where I'm so open and vulnerable.

"Missed you? No, no, not me- never." He whispers, eyes glimmering with a sense of adoration, his cheeks blushing in the moonlight that streams through the window. The old house creaks around us, the wind blowing right through the brick and battered wood, whistling as I step into my pants, sighing in relief at the comfort.

"That's a shame." I whisper, turning to him as I rest against my dresser, watching him crawl eagerly to the edge of the bed, dangling his legs over the side of the mattress as he so desperately fights the urge to reach out to me, to pull me into him.

But he knows I like the chase.

"Why's that?" He asks genuienly, his head tilting cutely at my teasing.

"Because you were all I thought about today." I grin, taking a hefty step towards him, setting me right perfectly between his parted knees. He looks obediently up at me, curling into my touch as my finger wraps around his chin. "Did you behave today?" I giggle, knowing that he gets into trouble and that he can't seem to help himself most of the time. He just blushes and looks away from me, shrugging his shoulders innocently.

"You can't talk to me like that. Mommy-issues remember?"

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[yoonpobs]

dilf (and love) | knj | m

pairing: kim namjoon x oc

genre: fluff, domestic fluff, smut, established relationship, marriage and kids lol

warnings: light dom/sub themes, pregnancy kink, penetrative sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), DILF JOON

words: 6, 702

summary: it's been too long since you and namjoon had time to yourselves

“God take that thing away from me!” You whine as you smother your face with your hands.

Jin pins you with a dry look as he catches a glimpse of ‘that thing’ who is looking up at you with big eyes and a toothless grin.

“That thing is your child …” Jin says blandly.

“That thing is ruining my sex life.” You narrow your eyes at Chanmi as she babbles some incoherent words with her ten-month-old vocabulary. You’d think as the daughter and apple of Kim Namjoon’s eye that she’d be able to read, write and speak sixteen languages at the age of one.

You still allow Chanmi to wrap her chubby fingers around your thinner ones and you can’t help but coo at your daughter. While she may have been the one thing that disrupted any intimate moment between you and Namjoon, you would fight anyone that would ever dare to mess with her. Your own husband included.

“Please, spare the details,” Jin mutters under his breath as he watches Chanmi fondly as she attempts to tug at your sleeve in hopes of getting your attention. You squeeze her cheeks before lifting her up in your arms and hold her close to your chest. You whine because she smells so … fresh. Just like a little bread baby that was all yours.

God, you loved her.

“My old sex life brought me this angel.” You grin up at your daughter who just smiles at you, unknowing of the context of your words.

“Can you stop using such vulgar words in front of your child?” Jin scolds you but doesn’t do anything much to take Chanmi out of your grasp.

You roll your eyes.

“She’s like 300 days old. She doesn’t even know how to shit at a decent hour let alone understand what sex is. Penis in vagina. Destroying pussy. A hole in one. Railing—”

Jin slaps his hand over your mouth to get you to stop talking as he glares at you.

“Why did my brother marry a heathen like you.” Jin seethes.

You shrug nonchalantly as you turn your head to see your dumbhead yet smart-ass husband that was attempting to glue back the shards of glass from the wine glass he broke earlier in hopes of you not realising.

“He needed to put his 148 IQ to good use and I’m the best investment his finance major ever got him.”

“The only good thing that came out of your marriage is this cutie.” Jin coos at his niece and you have half the mind to withdraw his Chanmi visiting card because whenever he was over all he did was berate you and your … unique ways of parenting.

But Jin would still say he cared for you as far as a brother-in-law would but with the added benefit of the fact that he was your best friend before he became your brother-in-law. You were an interesting character, to say the least, and the only reason you managed to befriend Jin was due to the fact that you didn’t know what boundaries meant and had invaded his personal space on the first day of lectures when you leaned over him to throw something at a know-it-all. Jin had been annoyed, but then an unlikely friendship bloomed out of the mutual distaste for ‘Howard from Accounting’.

He introduced you to Namjoon just because he thought that it was hilarious that you and his brother were polar opposites. Jin didn’t even expect the two of you to get along with each other let alone fall in love, but life had a funny way of saying ‘fuck you and your expectations’ to Jin when he least expected it.

The only thing that he regrets is the fact that now he had to listen to both you and his brother whine about your sex life, or lack thereof after the two of you became parents. Being a mother was hard because there was no manual to tell you what was right or wrong when it came to your baby but the experience itself. When you first fed Chanmi softened shrimp in her meals and caused an allergic reaction; you cried for hours straight because you felt like you should’ve just known.

Namjoon was a good partner and an even better father because he was understanding. The first few months postpartum he respected the fact that you weren’t ready to show your body to him because of the way it changed after giving birth to Chanmi, and he never told you that you were in your head for feeling that way. He validated all your feelings through all the rough edges that you gave him when you were going through your own things.

You finally felt comfortable to get naked around Namjoon at the five-month mark where your sex drive returned to that of when you were in your early twenties and just begun knowing how to truly enjoy sexual intimacies with a partner, but a five-month-old baby didn’t allow for much intimacy with your hot ass husband either.

It sucked because Namjoon had always been broad and very dad-like, and after he officially became a father to Chanmi you just felt like salivating over him every waking second you got because … God … Namjoon was a gift from the God’s themselves. Whenever you saw the way he handled Chanmi with absolute gentleness and care you felt like dropping to your knees and sucking the soul out of him. It didn’t help that he wore his glasses every night when he tucked her into bed and read her Shakespeare because it would ‘help with development’. You loved your husband but he was a little excessive.

“Oh God stop drooling over my brother!” Jin grimaces when he sees the bedroom eyes you were shooting Namjoon from where the two of you were with Chanmi.

You sigh dreamily and lean against your palm as you check out Namjoon’s ass.

“I can’t help that your brother and my husband has an ass like that.” You click your tongue.

Chanmi giggles again and it’s like a bell chiming at your favourite cafe when you cuddle her closer, feeling comfort in her scent. She smelt just like home and bubbles.

“How about I give you a sibling, huh?” You whisper to Chanmi who just opens her mouth to babble. Jin on the other hand facepalms himself and sighs.

“You’re insufferable.”

“I’m horny.” You shrug.

“Correction: you’re insufferable on a daily basis but absolutely horrifying to deal with when you’re horny.” He sneers.

“I just need to bed him and I’ll be fine.” You drawl, as your husband who spent the better half of your conversation fixing the wine glass grins to himself with his dimples when he finally placed the last piece of glass back into place. He was so meticulous and cute for the wrong reasons.

“Jesus, stop …” Jin groans.

“Jesus would definitely tell me to go get that dick because I deserve it.” You pat yourself on the back and wince slightly when you smell the telltale signs of Chanmi’s poop permeating the air.

“Say … would Yoongi mind having Chanmi over your place for the weekend?” Jin recognizes the devious expression you have on your face and knows that there’s no way out of it.

“I don’t have a choice do I?” Jin sighs.

You shake your head.

“Nope. Cause’ I texted Yoongi yesterday and said he totally wants to see his niece. The baby bag is all ready to go and it’s in the nursery.” You cock your thumb to the room down the hallway and Jin thinks to himself of all the reasons why he shouldn’t have introduced you to his brother at all seven years back.

“It’s weird without her …” Namjoon frowns as the two of you stand in the nursery as if you were mourning the loss of your child. It felt a lot like it, though.

The two of you never spent more than a few hours away from Chanmi ever since she was born and it felt weird to not smell her vomit from the kitchen or hear her giggles as you cooked dinner. You missed Namjoon and the spark you had in the first years of your relationship but you also felt a little empty without Chanmi’s presence with you.

“I miss her.” You whine into Namjoon’s chest and he clutches you tightly as if to say that he mirrored your sentiment.

“Should we call them?” You look up at him with wide eyes and he smoothes the frown lines on your forehead and chuckles, offering a gentle kiss to your temples.

“We called fifteen minutes ago, remember?” He chides you gently.

You huff, “I just … it’s so quiet. Where are my baby babbles?” You pout.

Namjoon sighs and rubs his thumb comfortingly on your arm when you look around at the purple nursery with reminders of your daughter that wasn’t currently with you.

“Let’s enjoy what we have, okay love?” Namjoon offers, “I miss Chanmi too but I miss this too.”

You smile at him the way he first fell in love with you years ago and leans down to place a peck onto your lips.

“I miss having you all to myself.” He whispers against your lips and you shiver at the way his broadness is clouding all your senses.

“You always have me Joon.” You tell him in a tone as soft as his.

His chest rumbles when he laughs and you feel so warm in the comfort of your husband's arms and you felt it too. Besides the physical aspect of having sex with him, you missed holding him like this without a care in the world. Most of your cuddle sessions were left to the nights you slept next to each other in bed because the two of you were either exhausted with work or trying to care for Chanmi. It’s been a long time since you could just feel Namjoon’s presence with you.

“Besides … we can finally, you know …” He mumbles shyly into your hair and the devil horns that you hide most of the time reappear.

“What, Joon?” You smirk up at him, hands trailing slowly down his chest.

Your husband was so big that every room he walked into he basically commanded the attention of every single person that would come across him. That’s what happens when you’re six foot and broad like him. But you loved the fact that you were the only one that got to see the much softer side to him that he didn’t just show anyone. The fact that he was the CEO of his own company made his persona ever more intimidating than he actually was but you knew he was a huge softie on the inside.

The two of you were very different in many senses. From your personalities to the way you approached conflict. Namjoon was very diplomatic but you were anything but. He was truly the most empathetic and understanding person you’ve met in your entire life and you’ve seen a total of ten therapists in your teenage years. Namjoon was the balance that levelled your temper and uninhibited tendencies to always be the loudest person in every room. With every time you snarked at someone who pushed your buttons came Namjoon that placed a gentle hand on your back with a soft whisper of comfort.

In fact, most people thought the two of you would have never lasted. You heard those mean girls in college that made petty bets on the fact that you’d probably end up leaving him because you were too much of a bitch to deal with someone as kind as Namjoon. You remembered most of your fights being about your insecurities and how you always thought that Namjoon deserved better and with him telling you that you were the one for him.

Looking back, you laugh because the two of you were theoretically horrible for each other but exactly what the other needed. Namjoon needed someone free-spirited enough to manage his meticulous tendencies and you needed someone willing to see you for more than your erratic behaviour.

“What’s that pretty head of yours thinking about?” Namjoon hums when he realises you’re not paying attention to him anymore. He clasps your hands together to bring back your attention to him as you look up at him with eyes so full of love.

“Just reminiscing on the old days.” You tell him and he snorts.

“You say that as if we’re ancient.”

“You’re not fooling anyone. I heard your joints cracking when you bent down to pick up the strands of hair on the floor.” You tease.

“And who’s fault is it that I’m constantly bending over to pick up strands of hair because she sheds like a cat?” He retorts playfully.

“We’re both old.” You pout, playing with his fingers and admiring the glimmer of his wedding ring. You can’t believe you bagged a man like Namjoon.

“I still got it, though.” He adds thoughtfully and you raise an eye at his comment.

“Got what?”

“My game.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and you burst out laughing because it was so on-brand for Namjoon to make a comment like that but blush when you got a little more touchy-feely with him when he least expected it.

“How about you show me then?” You whisper as you turn around to press yourself against his chest, ensuring that your cleavage was on full show to his line of vision when he looks down at you.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love your tits after the pregnancy?” He tells you breathily and you snort.

“So you didn’t like my tits before I gave birth to your child?”

He rolls his eyes and reaches his hands below your thighs to lift you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. The way he could effortlessly carry you and lift you up always made your heart and nether regions flutter because he was so big that he basically towered over you. Especially when he became a dad it was like his hot factor exploded exponentially. He basically became the epitome of a dilf.

“You and your mouth,” He tsks as he carries you out of the nursery and into your bedroom, “I just may need to shut you up.”

You whine into his chest before he tosses you down onto your mattress as he towers over you, looking over your body like you were the finest piece of art he’s ever seen. Namjoon always had ways to make you feel like a million bucks even though you were in an old camisole and your old college varsity sweatpants.

“Why don’t you do it then?” You tease back.

You were different from the women that Namjoon has been with prior to your seven-year-long relationship as most of them were pliant and quiet, and took whatever he gave to them. Don’t get him wrong, he loved playing the dominant character in bed but he also needed a brat to push his buttons and it was exactly what you were. Even if the two of you were so fundamentally different in personalities, the two of you were definitely sexually compatible.

“Flip over.” He demands and you whine before reluctantly turning over.

“I want to see you.” You whine petulantly.

You feel him rather than have him verbally respond to you because he delivers a tight slap to your ass as you gasp at the impact. He rubs his hands soothingly over your butt cheeks and squeezes them as he leans over your body, crowding your back with his body heat.

“Don’t be a brat ___.” He sneers into your ear and the moan is stuck on your throat when you feel him drag his hands all over your body until it reaches under your body to reach for your tits.

“Fuck. I love your tits.” He groans.

Namjoon’s hands immediately trail down your body until they reach the hem of your shorts and you wiggle your ass back at him teasingly. You hear him growl and you always knew that Namjoon was an ass man and your ass made him weak.

“Need I remind you that you’re in no position to tease, sweetheart?” He whispers into your ear and you feel the goosebumps erupt on the surface of your skin.

“Fuck. Please—Joon, touch me.” You gasp as you feel him pull down your shorts to be greeted with a cheeky pair of panties that left little to imagine of what hides underneath. Your husband had the talent of getting you obscenely wet without doing much and it’s proven again when you feel the uncomfortable ache between your legs as he flips your body over once again to get a good glimpse of your heaving body, as well as the stain on your panties.

His knuckles trace the inner side of your thigh carefully as he avoids the place you need him the most while you feel more wetness pool at your entrance. You’ve been deprived of his touch for way too long and that caused your sensitive reactions to anything that he did. You missed his fingers so much and having him so close yet so far away from your pussy was destroying your restraint.

“Namjoon p-please!” You cry when he finally cups your mound with his large palm.

He digs the heel of his palm straight into your clit as you arch your back and let out a low moan.

“So wet baby and I’ve barely done anything.” He taunts you with the low baritone of his voice.

“You make me so wet Joonie.” You pant when you feel him grind his palm into your clit some more, providing the satisfying friction that you’ve been craving.

The feeling doesn’t last long because he’s hastily removing your panties from your legs and tosses them somewhere over his shoulder. His face is directly in front of your pussy and you can’t help but feel flustered at the proximity of his breath to your hole. You’ve done this a million times before but the familiarity is slightly lost due to the time between the last and the present.

“Where’s the brat that couldn’t shut her mouth before, hm?” He mumbles and you feel every breath against your pussy. You squirm and feel his large hands wrap around your thighs, locking you into position so you wouldn’t be able to move.

“It’s just been so—ah—long,” You tell him breathily.

“Too long. Missed this pussy.” He says as a parting gift before he dives straight into your clit and begins to lap rounds over the hardened bud. You let out a high pitched moan at the pleasure he was providing you with just his tongue alone, and the way that he knew just where to focus on your clit with tense figure-eights.

“Ah—ah, fuck—Joon!” You groan as your hands wrap around his hair to tug at it. You feel him moan against your pussy, which sends vibrations up to your core and causes more wetness to pool at your centre.

Namjoon is relentless when he digs his hands harder into the meat of your thighs to prevent you from moving too much as he continues to suction on your clit, focusing his attention on it as much as he could. After years of being together, he just knew what you loved and this was it.

You liked it messy. Wet and fast, and Namjoon always gave it to you good. He pulls away momentarily so he could look up at you with a hooded gaze and you let out a high pitched whine when you see the glistening of his chin all the way up to his nose with the signs of your wetness staining him. His fingers run up your thighs teasingly and you shift under his ministrations only for him to smack your right thigh harshly.

“If you move you don’t get to cum.” He threatens you and you immediately still your body with the impossible threat.

You feel his fingers run up and down on your slit as he gathers all your wetness into one place, hovering slightly over your clit. You have to keep your whine to a minimum because Namjoon got real mean when he wanted to. But he was a good lover—so good.

Your hole is throbbing with a need to be filled, and your husband picks up on that immediately as he prods your entrance with the tip of his index finger. You attempt to grind down on him as you make eye contact with the dark eyes that threaten to take away your orgasm.

“I said. Don’t. Move.” He reminds you.

You whimper in silence as he teases your hole a little more before he decides to return home into the warmth of your walls. The moment that barrier was broken, you feel him go straight for the hook as he reaches his index finger all the way up until his knuckles. You hear Namjoon hiss under his breath as he begins prodding your walls until he finds—

“Fuck—there, Joon—ah!” You gasp, head tilting backwards when your husband finds your g-spot.

Namjoon smirks to himself and slides another finger in to hook them upwards into your g-spot, unmoving as he stills himself against the area; causing pure, unaltered pleasured to run through your veins. You’re vibrating and twitching all at once because you can’t control the involuntary response that comes with your husband's demon fingers that are causing every possible pleasurable feeling to run through your system.

You can’t keep the moan to yourself either as Namjoon looks at you with awe, but you miss it because your eyes are too busy being rolled to the back of your head at the way Namjoon skilfully thrusts into your pussy.

“H-Harder, p-please Joon—wanna cum so bad.” You moan and run your fingers through his hair to bring his mouth closer to your mound.

He lowly chuckles and shakes his head at your sex drive. And the next thing he does next nearly makes you cum on the spot.

The way he gathers his spit at the back of his throat was borderline pornographic as you see the way his throat revs up. He drops the glob of spit directly onto your clit and uses the hand that wasn’t in your pussy to spread the lubricant all over your slit. He purposefully grazes your clit but doesn’t apply enough pressure to make your head spin, but just enough for you to whine in want.

“Your pussy is so pretty love.” He coos, leaning into your mound to deliver kitten-licks to your clit, and the warmth of his tongue with the added addition of his fingers feels all too much.

“J-Joon!” You gasp when you feel him thrust his fingers rapidly in and out of your pussy that your body hitched up the surface of the bed. Every thrust was accompanied by the direct assault of his tongue on your clit as he presses down on the hardened bud with the purpose to drive you closer to your orgasm.

You were painfully close, and the precision of his fingers at your g-spot allows you to revel in the way the coil in your body is ready to snap, so close to release. Namjoon leans down so that his head is where you love him the most, between your thighs as he scores the final goal and presses his tongue against your clit.

“Oh my god Joon—fuck—s-so good—I’m gonna cum!” Your back arches off the bed uselessly because of the way that Namjoon uses his other hand to pin you down, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach.

“Come for me pretty girl.” He coos against your clit and the vibrations is what sends you over the edge.

He fucks his fingers into you as you orgasm, kitten licking your clit with just enough pressure for you to whine as you buck your hips up into his mouth involuntarily.

“Fuck. Baby—hurts.” You whine, pushing his head away from your pussy when the overstimulation gets to you.

Namjoon places one last teasing peck on your clit, which causes you to twitch and pinch his neck as he chuckles, dragging his hand up your body to bring you closer to him.

“Still got it, hm?” He whispers against the column of your neck as you roll your eyes.

“Just kiss me you fool.” You pull him in for a kiss, and your tongue immediately finds its place home in Namjoon’s mouth.

It’s probably because it’s been so long since the two of you could feel each other like this, without any rush to get it over with but with the freedom to enjoy each other’s bodies as much as you’d like. Namjoon’s hands were the truth of that as he trails his arms down the sides of your waist and tugs you closer to him by your hips until he reaches for the hem of your camisole to tug it off your body.

He grabs the mounds of flesh in his hands and squeezes them hard enough to cause another gush of wetness to drip down the side of your thighs and onto his sweatpants. Besides the fact that he delivered a mind-blowing orgasm to you, the stained wetness of his sweatpants from his pre-cum and your slick is enough for you to push him down onto the bed.

“I’m gonna suck your cock.” You kiss him on the lips one last time before you’re leaning down to palm him over his sweatpants.

He hisses above you and grabs the back of your neck lovingly that it has you snorting.

“You know if you’re laughing at my dick my feelings are going to be very hurt,” Namjoon says from above you.

“It’s just …” You shake your head and giggle as you clench your fist around the outline of Namjoon’s cock as he lets out a low breath of approval at your action.

“You used to shove my head onto your cock the moment I reached your pants and now you’re so soft.” You tease.

You hear his breath hitch and the grip on your neck tighten at your taunting words. The excitement already pooling in your stomach at the roughness that would ensue from your husband.

“Me? Soft? Is that what you want baby?” His tone is warning and you know he’s serious.

You shake your head as you look up at him with innocent eyes, a stark contrast to the hand that continues to fondle his balls over his sweatpants.

“Don’t be a bitch and take my cock out.” He sneers, and you smile to yourself cheekily—knowing you hit a sore spot.

You happily oblige as you pull Namjoon’s sweats down to be greeted with your husbands cock. The visual itself has your pussy throbbing, and every time you’re faced with it, you always burn with the prospect of his thick cock pounding into your pussy.

“Now suck it like a good girl.” He guides your head towards his dick but you’re proactive enough to fully start licking at his tip, tongue teasing his slit as you hear him let out a low groan.

Your eyes are locked on his figure, as his head is thrown back. You want to grind on the sheets but you know that would delay him fucking you so you decide against it. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate the visual that your husband was giving you from where you were.

Namjoon had always been handsome. But there’s something about seeing him throw his head back in pleasure because of you that has your stomach churning with pride. You’d shamelessly admit that you were more on the possessive side, purely because you knew there were many men and women out there who desired Namjoon in more ways than one; and you didn’t like sharing one bit.

You spit onto his dick as your hands worked the rest of the length that you didn’t engulf in your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks to create a suction. Your tongue begins to tease the underside of his shaft, the way he likes the most and you know he’s enjoying your focus there because the hand that grips your neck is now tightly clutching your hair in a fist.

“Fuck. That’s it, baby.” He groans.

Motivated by the praise, you sink deeper, hands resting on his thick thighs as you push yourself until your nose reaches his pelvis. You’ve taken his cock like a champion on many occasions, and you can only thank him for that like the numerous times he had to guide you down on his cock were probably the only reason why your tiny throat could welcome his thick girth.

The sounds of you chocking on his dick was a lot for Namjoon, mainly because he couldn’t get enough of his wife but also because he’s been waiting out to bust a nut down your throat—actually your pussy—so long that he can’t handle the onslaught of pleasure your mouth brings him.

“Baby—baby,” He tugs you off his cock and the redness around your cheeks with the tears that pool at your waterline is enough to make his heart soar. Even though you were nasty in bed, he loved every single part of your forwardness.

“Your mouth is amazing but I need to cum in your pussy.” He tells you.

You whine at his declaration and allow him to manhandle you until you were face down ass up, ass pressed tightly against his pelvis as you grind your wet cunt over the hardness of his dick.

“Fuck—you’re so wet, baby. You like sucking my cock?” He growls, arms reaching around your stomach to pull your body flush against his chest.

When you reach your hand to wrap around his head to balance yourself, you see a view of your bodies together in your mirror. Courtesy of when you first moved in and due to you and Namjoon’s egocentric tendencies of wanting to see you guys fucking each other.

“S-So much Joon.” You garble.

His hand reach down to cup your mound and digs his palm into your clit as you grind down against his hand. You feel him loosely trace over your clit to gather your wetness into his hand to lather it over his dick.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He whispers in your ear when he lines his cock against your entrance.

You whine, excitement erupting inside of you—until he finally slides it.

It definitely takes you by surprise because your husband was big. And the fact that you haven’t had his dick in you for months made it much more of a pleasant surprise when he bottoms out completely in one swift thrust of his hips, which causes your body to fall forward as your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck. This tight pussy’s mine, right?” He growls.

You nod your head into the sheets as he begins with a few experimental thrusts as you adjust to the slight, yet pleasurable, sting in your lower half.

Until you squeeze his hand on your hip to give him the go, Namjoon settles for slow thrusts into your pussy, but it’s enough to prod at your pleasurable spot because not only is Namjoon smart, kind, funny, handsome and ridiculously a great father—he is phenomenal at sex. Probably why he knocked you up on the night of your honeymoon with your bundle of joy.

Namjoon begins snapping his hips into yours relentlessly like a man starved, and starved he was. He’s missed the wet heat of your pussy; and God did he love your daughter—but he missed this—your pussy.

“F-Fuuuuu—” You’re heaving.

Namjoon continues to thrust into your pussy, angling his hips upwards so that he’d reach places deeper than ever as your eyes roll to the back of your heart in pleasure.

“Fuck—this—tight—pussy—” His words follow the sharpness of his thrusts and you don’t even know where to grab because all your sensations are heightened, especially when Namjoon reaches a hand down to your clit to begin rubbing it vigorously.

“Nam—Joon!”

You’re so wet that the squelch of his thrusts is echoed in your bedroom, and the only thing you hear besides that is your loud moans and the heavy breathing coming from Namjoon.

It’s only when he plants his knees firmly into the mattress and brings your hips to meet his thrusts is when you feel your pussy clench uncontrollably around his cock as you wail out his name.

“Fuck, baby—you’re clenching—so—hard.” He groans, pushing his hips deeper into your pussy.

“Love your cock,” You moan, “Fuck—Joon, please—fuck your cum into me.”

“Yeah?” He grits his teeth and flips your over effortlessly, dragging your leg over his shoulder as he begins pounding into you even harder as he admires the way your face contorts in pleasure.

“Yeah.” You nod your head like a sex-crazed maniac because your husband was just too good with his hips.

“Gonna give you another baby.” He whispers when he leans down into your face as your eyes widen at his declaration. Your pussy reacts too, gushing out even more wetness as it becomes tighter around Namjoon’s cock.

“Fuck. You like that idea? A sibling for Chan’?” He grinds his pelvis into your clit as his words spur your second orgasm for the night on.

“No shit?” You gasp when he revs up his spit in the back of his throat, looking at your mouth invitingly.

“Yeah,” He says breathlessly, and you open your mouth to welcome his tongue when he drops the glob of spit down your throat.

You whine, feeling your orgasm coming so closely.

“Fuck Joon—I’m gonna cum.” You gasp.

You feel Namjoon’s hips stutter and you know he’s coming soon too.

“Me too baby.” He tells you while giving you the set of most adoring eyes ever. Even as he’s fucking you into the next dimension, Namjoon makes you feel so utterly loved and whole that you can’t imagine spending the rest of your life with anyone else.

He snaps his hips the hardest he’s ever done throughout the entire night, and you feel your pussy throb so much; signalling to you and Namjoon that your release was right there.

“Baby—I’m gonna—I’m gonna c-cum,” You grab onto his shoulder to pull him closer to you.

He welcomes it and leaves open mouth kisses onto your mouth as he fucks into you like a mad man.

“Cum.”

That’s all it takes for you to reach an explosive orgasm, one that quite literally causes you to blank out for a second because while Namjoon’s hot cum spurts into your pussy short after you came, he feels your body go limp in his embrace; causing his eyes to widen.

Only until you’re blinking up at him dazedly is when he holds you to his chest, as you feel his chest rumble when he chuckles.

“Baby … I thought you died.” He cards a hand through your hair and you smile at him, stupidly in love.

“If I die because of your dick I’d be happy.” You grin at him cutely. And he scoffs at the way you look so cute after you’ve been fucked to hell and back.

“My horny little monster,” He flicks your forehead as you bring him close to your chest, his dick still settled inside of you. But there was a sort of intimacy that you couldn’t quite put words to, but welcomed the gesture nevertheless.

“Were you serious?” You ask after a while of sharing a few intimate pecks to each others’ lips.

He finally pulls out to roll on his side as he reaches over to pull your close to his chest. He raises an eyebrow at your expression when you feel his cum leak out of you.

“God you really didn’t jack off recently, did you?” You ask.

He pecks you on the nose as he quickly tugs clean boxers over his legs and disappears into your on-suite. You sigh to yourself dreamily, thinking of how lucky you were to be with someone as loving and compassionate as Namjoon was.

You weren’t necessarily unlucky when it came to your relationships prior to him, but there would always be dealbreakers that caused splits to be more bitter than neutral. Namjoon was the only man in your life that you could speak to without fearing any judgement from because he wasn’t like that. He knew how to make you feel wanted and also how to want yourself, all while being your best friend and partner.

When he returns, he returns with a damp cloth and immediately begins cleaning up the mess between your thighs, even as he cheekily mentions how there was more from where that came from as you slap him on the shoulder.

Once he ensures he’s satisfied, he tosses the cloth into the laundry basket and grabs a big t-shirt of his to slip it over your body. You hum in satisfaction as his scent overwhelms you, even more so when he tugs you close to his body and he looks at you with all the love in the world.

“You asked if I was serious earlier?” He repeats your question and you nod your head looking up at him.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy smile when he leans down to pull your face towards his own as you admire all the freckles and pores on his skin, fingers tracing loosely over the wrinkles that come with age.

“I know it’s sudden but … I’ve been thinking about our family and—I want our family to become bigger.” He tells you like it’s a secret. You know he’s been mulling over it for quite a while because he looks a little unsure of himself, but all you can do is smile widely at him.

“Really?” You ask, playing with the hair on the back of his neck when you feel his fingers trace over the skin on your back.

“Of course. I love you, and I love Chanmi. I’ve always wanted kids and you brought the best gift in my life to me and … I can’t explain how happy I am when I’m with the two of you.” He smiles at you gently.

You don’t know if it’s because he just fucked you so good, or was it because you were lovesick, but your eyes water because Namjoon was Namjoon.

“But—if you’re not ready then I understand and we can—”

“Yes.” You interrupt him.

His eyes widen as you see the excitement begin to pour into his irises.

“Wait—really?” He asks innocently.

You nod your head and kiss him on the lips softly, no rush as he returns the gesture, holding you close onto his chest where you feel the best in his arms.

“Yes really. I want what you want. And I think it’s about time Chanmi gets a sibling, no?” You tease.

He groans like you’re unreal as he buries his head into the crook of your neck as you caress him gently. Namjoon was really just like an oversized baby and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“When?” He asks.

You tease your fingertips down to his chest and offer him a knowing look.

“Now?” You feign indifference but you can see the wide grin he sports on his face.

“Fuck. Don’t say that. I think my dick is going to fall off at how hard I fucked you just now,” He whined.

“You’re getting old,” You massage his shoulders as he sighs.

“I am …” He acknowledges, “But we’ll grow old together, right?”

The prospect of a future of unknowns with Namjoon only makes your heart bloom. You nod your head, not another word need to be uttered as he holds you in his arms, excited for what’s to come.

[booasaur]

Na-bi is gonna see what real love is supposed to be like seeing Soljiwan and high tail out of there! But you are so right about their friendship, they were all so protective and respectful of each other! True friendship!

I think what makes me especially rue the missed chances with their friendship is that I'm not even asking for more f/f, as sensitive a topic as that can be, I just want more Na-bi with her friends, which she was good with. She was so patient, so willing to listen to them and give them the focus despite being the lead and having her own issues. I liked her with them.

The whole of ep 10, you can see her smiling fondly at Soljiwan and mentally comparing them to her own situation.

Here, when she's literally bowing her head in despair and exhaustion against the lockers and then up walk the couple on their honeymoon:

And at the art show, where BOTH Na-bi and Sol had sculptures on exhibit but Sol's partner came with her, hand-in-hand, and brought her flowers, meanwhile, Na-bi when Jae-eon's brought up:

And before the famous "Sol..." handhold moment that Na-bi smiles fondly at in the restaurant, there's the part where Sol talks about liking the other person more and that's why you date them that Na-bi pays rapt attention to and takes validation from:

ignoring that Se-hun's "whoever had the crush first loves the other person most" conclusion is false and that while Sol may have liked Ji-wan first, much more importantly, Ji-wan likes her back just as much. Kind of need that to be a prereq for a proper relationship, Na-bi!

And then of course we do get her admittedly very sweet reaction to their handhold:

Right now it's just her being happy for her friends but every time he disappoints her and these two are there still acting like this, it's gonna sting more and more.

And finally, clearly remembering her own good memories with him when she sees them flirting over food:

But again, good memories can only sustain you for so long, as the show literally pointed out.

I feel kind of bad for her and Jae-eon because Soljiwan are the best of both worlds, best friends and lovers, in a way that even normal couples will look distant and mediocre against. But compared to a guy with massive commitment issues who's already hurt her so many times and said he will again, it's gonna be rough.

[fe-fictions]

Hello ! Do you have any old Sylvain or Felix to re post ? (Maybe Dedue if you don't have any of them) Without me noticing, your Tumblr really became essential to me ! I love your work so much ! Have a lovely day !

(Have some jealous Sylvain ;0 also if u want multiple charas pls separate them out into different asks! that'll be easier for me!)

It wouldn’t be fair for him to be jealous. After all, he’d spent his fair share of time running about, chasing skirts and wanting to get his hands on as many lovely ladies as humanly possible.

It wasn’t really his place to be jealous; he was the last person who deserved to be, and as a result, he tried to be as laid back as possible when it came to people trying to win over your heart.

You, the Archbishop of Fodlan, the woman who had married him the same day you were inaugurated as the religious leader of an entire continent.

The fact that you chose him over everyone else was proof enough that he had nothing to worry about. Yet at the same time, that also bothered him.

The fact that you could have chosen literally anyone else over him meant that there was a little bit of insecurity nagging at the back of his mind at all times.

Especially right now, as princes from faraway lands and nobility with far greater swathes of land than he were making your acquaintance, each of them vying for your attention. It was shameless.

Sylvain was about at the end of his rope.

So he decided it was far past time to rescue you from this mess that he was witnessing, fighting his way through the tumultuous waves o f b o dies that seemed to get harder to fight through every second.

But he could see your mint green hair from above the crowd, just barely, convincing him to keep fighting.

And eventually, he popped out rather unceremoniously on the other side.

He found himself blinking up at the Archbishop, who stared at him with the usual blank, cool and calculated gaze.

“Yes, Sylvain?”

“Ah, Archbishop,” He straightened himself up, offering an arm for you to take, “Seteth was calling for you. It appears you have some urgent matters to attend to.”

“The head of the church never has time for rest, eh?” A nobleman laughed, “You do us proud with your dedicated servitude, my lady. We will be sure to donate handsomely to the Church, this spring.”

“Your kindness will be remembered fondly.” You nodded to him in gratitude, which irked your husband more than he was willing to admit.

He led you away from the crowd with far more ease than he had butting his way in, though the Archbishop did deserve a bit more respect and care than, say, her husband.

He’d have a word with you about that in the meantime.

“What is it that Seteth needed? I wasn’t scheduled for anything else until-”

“It’s urgent, trust me.” Sylvain assured you as he escorted you down the hall.

“Shouldn’t we pick up the pace a bit, then?”

You were strolling away at a rather casual pace, after all. Sylvain cleared his throat, looking away. “I suppose we should.”

“Unless...this isn’t urgent at all.”

“It is!”

“But Seteth isn’t the one who summoned me away, is he?”

“Well…”

“Sylvain.” You stopped him in his tracks, pulling him around the corner away from sight. You turned to face him, taking hold of both his hands to force his gaze on yours.

A gaze that, when he met it, found that you already had the answer to your question.

“You didn’t want me talking to all those people, did you?”

He blushed softly, a forcibly amused smile curling his lips upward. “You’ve foiled my plans far quicker than I anticipated.”

“Why?” You pressed him cool and calm as ever. It drove him up a wall sometimes how you were able to maintain your poker face so effortlessly.

“W-well, I just don’t like the way they’re acting around you. As though you’re not someone to be treated with the utmost respect!” He argued weakly, “They’re all over you, trying to buy you with favors and gifts, offering you land and wealth and all these things in exchange for your hand, or at the very least an opportunity to court you! You, a married woman!”

“Well, there isn’t an exact law that would prohibit it,” You said in an off-handed comment that made his stomach drop. “Technically there isn’t any law stating whether I am allowed to marry or not. The whole thing is rather dubious. I doubt Rhea intended for anyone else to be by her side, besides Sothis, some day…”

“You’re rambling a bit here, By.”

“Forgive me.” You smiled up at him, but it didn’t set his heart at ease.

“So you could really have whoever you wanted, then, huh? Seeing as there isn’t anything stopping you.’

“You’re wrong- there's one thing keeping me away from all those suitors; it’s my husband.”

He paused, processing your words. “But the laws arent’-”

“They aren’t specific, but it doesn’t matter. When we were married, we swore to be each other’s one and only. I have no intention of changing that. Do you?”

“N-no, of course not! And even if I wanted to, I could never find somebody even half as great as you!”

“I suppose not, but you were always quite the skirt chaser.”

“Hey, I haven’t ogled any women or hit on a single soul since we were married!” He swore, So don’t go blaming me for the sins of my past self!”

You laughed, “Sorry. I suppose that was unfair, wasn’t it?”

“You’re damn right it was unfair." He agreed, “I suppose you’ll have to apologize with a kiss.”

“Sounds fair,”

“And promise to keep all those disgusting, shameless jerks away from you.”

“Well it’s a summit, so it may be difficult to avoid-”

“If you can’t promise me everything, it’s not worth doing!!”

“Sylvain….”

He didn’t know if you were annoyed but pleased, or just amazed that your husband was the definition of a dolt.

He was very lucky that you loved him (more than he realized).

[lavendertales]

Sacrifice (Javier Peña x f!reader)

Part 20 of Lay It On Me series**

summary: you and Javier share the most intimate night of your lives where you both come clean about everything. But paradise won’t last long.

word count: 4.6k

WARNINGS: mentions of self-harm, suicide and death. cunnilingus, unprotected piv, vaginal fingering.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

gif: @javierpcna​ 

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The war going on in Colombia was nothing compared to the war that was raging inside of you.

For years, the great wall you had built around yourself to protect you from any harm had been doing its job wonderfully. You guarded yourself, taking strictly what you needed and lived in peace behind it. There was no pain, no struggle, nothing.

But when Javier began to take it down, brick by brick, you began to feel like a ghost of your true self.

The years you had spent chasing the bad guys and trying to make justice had toughened you, made you do things you never dreamed of, and life had certainly not been kind to you. So you crushed your own kindness in return because why would you show empathy when no one’s ever showed that to you? And again, it worked out. You never felt the need to search for more, especially after his death. You were convinced you already had your shot at your one big love and now that it was gone, so were you.

As you laid in the comfort of your own bed, cuddled up at Javier’s warm chest and his arms wrapped around you, you felt at home. You felt more like your old self than you ever did in the past twelve years, and for once, it did not frighten you. It was rather shocking, really, how secure you felt and how little it scared you. Words came pouring out in a natural and easy way as you finally allowed Javier in, taking an intricate look at what your life used to be like.

“I wanted to tell them,” you began your confession sometime after two a.m. “I wanted to be honest with them, they were my family. So I said I liked boys and girls too and they said they… refuse to raise an abomination, a sick and broken child. There was a lot of crying and yelling… and they kicked me out. They didn’t even let me pack my clothes. The only place I could think of was my uncle’s house, many blocks away. And he took me in. He let me stay with him until I finished high school. Once I finished, I signed up for the Academy. I wanted to do some good. I wanted to… help and do the right thing, to… defend those that couldn’t defend themselves. That’s when I met him.”

You stopped for a moment to take a breath in, fondly remembering the very first encounter you shared with your ex-boyfriend. Javier, on the other hand, noticed the change in your facial expression, and braced himself. It was an extremely sensitive subject and one that he personally wasn’t sure he should even hear.

“He was—“you began, but he grabbed your hands and held them in his.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he cooed. “Really.”

You smiled bitterly, grazing his cheek with your cold fingers. “I know. But I want to.”

And that alone meant so much more to Javier than he could ever tell you.

“His name was Spencer. He was two years older than me, and… he had such a presence. It was pretty much love at first sight. He was one of the kindest people I have ever known, so respectful and charming and hilarious. He was my first love. My first everything. And, uh… I was pretty sure I won the lottery. It couldn’t have been better than that. I loved him in ways that… I would have never thought possible. The kind of love you read about and scoff because it sounds so fucking ridiculous to even fantasize about it, but that one was very much real. We talked about getting married once I’d finish the Academy, right away, because otherwise the right time would never come. That’s what we wanted to discuss the night he—”

You stopped, allowing yourself a breather in order to recollect your thoughts.

“The right time didn’t come in the end.”

Javier didn’t dare interrupt you; he listened in a trance, gently rubbing his thumb over your hand as you kept your bittersweet smile on your face.

“When he died,” you resumed, “he took a huge chunk out of me. For a year, I was… dead. I was a walking dead. I did things robotically and I sank into a deep pit of hopelessness and guilt. And I promised myself I wouldn’t ever let myself get that close. I had my one great, big love, and I was convinced I would never again be able to pull anything like that.

“Things only got worse when I got a call from my mother, with whom I haven’t spoken since the day she kicked me out, to tell me that my father was dead. She told me it would be better if I didn’t come to the funeral, but I did anyway. I stood in the back. Then a few months later, my uncle died. Stupid hit and run. Again, went to the funeral and stood in the back like a pariah, the black sheep of the family. And a few months later, my best friend from the Academy died as well. By that point I was living in mourning clothes and the pain grew so much that I barely felt it anymore if it makes sense. I became numb, unfazed. So I shoved it down and moved on.”

Javier had a very tough time processing images of you being forced to hide at your own father and uncle’s funeral, forced to suppress all of your grief and pain, and that sole thought ached deeply, touching nerves he himself had considered long forgotten and buried.

“And this—“you briefly pointed to the scar right above your sternum. “This didn’t come from someone else.”

Javier furrowed his brows, but then it finally came to him. He opened his mouth to protest, to say something, but you allowed for no such thing.

“I was drunk, and… got emotional, and thought it would be best if it would all… end.”

“No, it wouldn’t…”

His voice was trembling, and he soon discovered his own hands had gotten colder, as a result of his body stiffening under the crushing weight of your confession.

“Instead I started to do—this.”

You dug your fingernails into your wrist and Javier lifted your hand to take a better look at it in the dim light. He instantly remarked tiny marks all over it, scars of different sizes, and it all made even more sense, much to his sorrow.

“Sometimes to calm myself,” you explained. “Other times to hurt myself, to let myself feel something temporarily before shoving it back down again. But when I started with the DEA, I felt really good. I could actually do something and focus on something else, a greater cause. And I thought that there is nothing anyone can use against me, ever. So I used my past to my aid and worked ten, twenty, fifty times harder than anyone else to make sure no one ever dares hurt or talk back at me.”

That was the one time you felt proud of yourself during the night, and Javier could feel it, too: from the smug smile on your face, to the way your eyes locked with his and your confident grip over his hand. He revealed a hesitant, yet bright and proud smile as well, which somehow managed to soothe you and made you feel comfortable at last.

But that could not have prepared you for what followed.

You knew that Javier’s past and emotions were even more closeted than yours, reason why you never asked and you never really hoped to know anything more. Life had clearly taken its toll on him as well and his years spent with the DEA had toughened him beyond imagination.

“My mother died, too,” he cooed, momentarily focusing elsewhere than on you.

You let him talk and process at his own speed and needs.

“I was still a teenager. It hit my dad harder than anyone would’ve thought. And it hit me hard too, but I didn’t realize it for years. She was gone too soon, too brutally, and I was angry... for years. I still am. And you would think that having a big family would help, but it only made me even angrier and more suffocated. You know the bullshit everyone says about ‘time will heal a broken heart’? It never fully heals.”

“Oh, how I know that.”

You chuckled despite knowing better, but Javier did the same.

“It never goes away,” he continued.

“It does stay with you. But it gets a little easier.”

For a while, you both allowed silence to reside contentedly in between the two of you whilst you both took in the words the other confessed. You sat there, comforting each other with your mere presence, fingers intertwined and nothing else to be said.

“You’re not alone, you know?” Javier broke the silence after a while.

You smiled shyly.

“I can be there for you, whenever you want me. If you want me. I can be your family.”

That was all that it took for the wall to come down completely. You stared for a little while at Javier, unsure of the seriousness he had intended to let slip, and soon realized that he had fully meant every single word. You felt yourself get emotional, so you leaned in to kiss him, deeply and slowly, taking him in for the first time in months.

And then it hit you: it’s been months since you got the chance to feel him, to be with him in the most intimate way you could think of.

Javier was perfectly aware of that, too; he kissed you right back, arms wrapped around you so that he flipped you on top of him. You straddled his lap, the feeling of his hands roaming nervously on your back, boldly teasing the skin beneath the clothes, driving you over the edge. You broke the kiss only to remove your shirt and for Javier to do the same, leaning back in to kiss you and cup your cheeks. Your body naturally curved under his touch, and the raw emotions that still ran high between you two amplified every other need you might have had, which was crystal clear from both your movements.

The hot air nearly stuck to your fully exposed skin as you rushed to sink onto him, desperate to feel him, but Javier grabbed you by the wrists, looking needy at you. “Wait, cariño, wait.”

You frowned, utterly confused. You were not about to believe that Javier Peña was turning down sex. But he hadn’t called you any pet name since he not-so-accidentally let it slip the first time you two hooked up and the effect that had on you was even more maddening.

“Sit on my face,” he whispered.

You were already out of breath, nervousness and neediness running high and wild within you, and his demand only made your heartbeat go faster.

The thought of having him buried in between your legs was more than enough to make you spiral out of control, so you listened to him. You watched him lower himself so that you could grab hold of the headboard, your thighs on either sides of his face, and you slowly sunk onto him, into pure bliss and ecstasy.

The first flick of his tongue earned him a loud moan from your side. Your fingers held onto the headboard so tight your knuckles turned white. He had a slight stubble and it tickled your core in all the best possible ways. His tongue latched in and out of you a few times, then licked your folds ever so expertly and steadily whilst his hands held your hips in place. You found it hard to sit still; it was impossible. When it came to his mouth, you were not able to handle it properly, so you rocked yourself back and forth, happily noticing he let you ride his face. You got wetter and wetter even as his mouth seemed to collect every ounce of juice you had to offer, smearing his mustache and stubble. You couldn’t hold on any longer and your hips rocked the rest of your body faster, the impending need to cum overwhelming you.

“F-Fuck—J-Javi—Javi—”

You were unsure where you thought you were going with that, but you could feel it. You could feel what you were trying to say, but your body was seemingly set on fire as you rode atop his face, coming with a loud moan of his name, forgetting anything else.

You slowed down your rhythm, but did not feel settled down. You needed more. And Javier was nothing if not consistent and giving. He rose from in between your legs, reaching in to kiss you and giving you your own taste as you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to top you this time, legs around his waist, fully knowing that was one of his weak spots.

“Fuck, if you do that I’m not gonna last,” he said, nibbling at your jawline.

“I don’t care, I really don’t care…”

Your hands moved down to his pants to unzip them, and Javier moved away for an excruciatingly long moment to remove them and his boxers altogether.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he checked.

“You’re not seriously asking me this right now.”

“I just want to make sure—”

“Javi, I’m lying here naked, legs spread for you, and I—please. Please, I need you. I want you.”

It’s the “please” that took Javier out with a big blow. That word alone made it impossible for him to focus any longer, to think rationally. You had begged for him only once before, only this time it felt so much more impactful. He guided himself inside of you, moaning and cussing with that very first thrust.

“Fuck, I—I forgot how fucking good you feel—”

He thrust again, and again, his forehead pressed onto yours as he started moving a little faster, breaths ragged with each additional thrust he was giving towards his and your climax. And he was right: he couldn’t last long. He didn’t care, though. He needed to feel you as deep as possible, to cum with you and inside of you, so he buried himself balls deep, stretching you out for him, throbbing and aching at how heavenly you felt, especially after so damn long. There was nothing rushed about that moment. It felt like there is all the time in the world at both of your disposal, and he wished nothing more but to use it accordingly.

“F-Fuck—fuck, you f-feel s-so—like heaven,” he muttered in between thrusts.

Javier smiled in that blinding ecstasy, leaning down to press a chaste kiss over your lips, grunting each time his hips collided with yours.

You smiled as well, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. Javier thrusted faster and mere seconds later, he came with a loud moan and your name stuck on his lips, and you just lost it. You came just as loudly, your nails pressed into his flesh, holding onto him as he rode out both your orgasms.

If there was any heaven, this must be it.

“Javi—”

You closed your eyes, smiling when you felt him pressing light kisses on your jaw, neck and your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and twisting it gently between his teeth. Your nails sunk deeper into his back, and you pulled him in closer—if even possible—an unbearable desire of feeling him as deeply as possible overcoming you.

“Shit, this—this makes up for that time you—didn’t let me cum,” you said out of the blue.

Now you had Javier’s undivided attention. He rose from in between your breasts, frowning back at you.

“What did you say?”

You didn’t realize it yourself until just then and when you did, you felt slightly embarrassed to reminisce about it.

“N-Nothing, it was—”

Javier thrusted inside you again, attempting to weaken you that way rather than verbally. And it worked.

“Tell me,” he commanded.

“That t-time—in the—conference room in—Medellin.”

Javier remembered not a moment too late. The day Trujillo died, when he felt so overwhelmed with everything and you indulged into him in the conference room before he went on that mission, allowing him to slam himself into you without anything expected in return, so selfless and accommodating.

“You didn’t cum?”

He stopped moving, still inside of you, and frowned further. He appeared to be genuinely distressed, which you didn’t understand.

“What’s the big deal?”

“It is.”

“You would really have such a big ego that—”

“No. I want you to feel the same amount of pleasure that you bring to me. I want you to feel exactly how I feel, all because of you.”

Speechless, you watched as he pulled out of you, raising your hips in the slightest. Goosebumps ascended on your skin as you felt his palm against your core and you gasped involuntarily. His eyes found your surprised ones and he smiled.

“Got one more for me?”

You instantly knew what he wanted from you and what he was referring to, so you nodded all too ecstatic.

Javier’s index and middle finger boldly entered you, curling into a delicious motion in their quest to hit your g spot and move as pleasingly as possible. A new set of moans escaped your mouth as you jerked your hips to meet with more of his hand, unable to see Javier’s satisfied smile upon witnessing you squirming under his careful ministrations.

“Javi—Javi—oh—”

His name became an anthem for your pleasure, and he took the highest satisfaction in that knowledge. The pace of his fingers was neither fast nor slow; it was sufficient for you to feel another climax approaching, hitting you hard as you came on his hand, his name on your lips and at last, body and soul all his.

Just as much as he was yours.

Javier crawled back on top of you only to kiss you, sweetly and softly, peppering a layer of kisses on your nose and forehead as well.

“Happy fucking birthday to me,” he muttered somewhere at your chest.

You rose mid-way, staring accusingly at him. “It’s your birthday today?”

“Yeah.”

You punched him in the arm, finding it rather infuriating when he chuckled in return, not making a single grimace.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Did you say it when it was your birthday?”

That shut you up temporarily, but long enough for him to cuddle you back in bed, your head resting on his chest. “You suck,” you told him still upset.

And Javier chuckled again. “I sure do.”

You blushed, suddenly remembering to use the bathroom before you could drift to sleep. Once you returned, Javier was already half-asleep, which made the next part easier.

You snuggled up to him again, listening to his heartbeat, peaceful for once, and laid there for a while before you mustered up the courage to come forward with the words you had been dreading for over a decade, but ones that had been on your mind for months now.

“Since you didn’t mention that it was your birthday,” you spoke as silently as possibly, a knot in your throat, “I didn’t get you anything. But… this moment right here… I’m guessing it’s more than enough. I’m hoping it is. So… I—I love you, Javier.”

You pursed your lips together and closed your eyes, waiting for sleep to wrap you in its snug arms.

Javier opened his eyes for a while, smiling momentarily, not willing to break the moment. He knew it’d be better if he didn’t mention a single damn thing, but simply enjoy it as it was.

In an exclusive premiere to yourself and everyone else, you arrived late at the embassy the next morning. It wasn’t your fault, really; all you wanted was a quick breakfast and a shower, but once Javier cheekily showed up in the shower, pressing lustful kisses on every portion of skin he saw, having you tug at his wet hair locks as he went down on you and dripping right on his mouth, time had become a futile device which was on no one’s side.

“Where the hell were you? You’re late,” Steve scolded you just as you rushed through the door, hastily arranging your shirt.

“I know I am late, Murphy, but I’m here now.”

Steve opened his mouth for additional scolding, but once he saw Javier rush inside the office as well, tugging at his tie and looking around disoriented, he scowled, staring back at you unimpressed.

“What?” you questioned.

“Tough morning?”

“Not really, no,” you smiled.

You sneaked a glance at Javier and despite both of you being half an hour late, he couldn’t help but be happy for the two of you if it meant you finally resolved all of your issues.

The office was busy and buzzing more than usual, and Steve updated both of you on the case, as well as the other reason why everyone seemed so tense.

“There are some new rules around here,” he said. “Crosby announced them the second he arrived at the office. Apparently dating around here is now prohibited. Anyone caught will be kicked out of the DEA without the possibility of being hired in another of its offices.”

Javier frowned whilst you chuckled in spite of the seriousness, which caused the two men to stare at you, utterly dazzled.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… don’t you think this is so fucking hysterical? I mean, it’s like someone knew that – that we finally got our shit together and—did whatever it is that we’re doing – “

“Being together,” Steve added casually.

“—and now there are rules against it? Come on. Also, I’m the only woman here. The only other woman, Julia, is our secretary and I’m pretty sure she hates all of us.”

“Hate-fueled sex is one of the hottest ones you can have.”

You rolled your eyes at Javier and so did Steve.

A moment later, Javier leaned in towards you. “Murphy’s the only one who knows. No one else does.”

“Chris and Daniel,” you replied immediately.

Javier’s mind circled back to the night Steve’s outburst forced him and you to talk things out and finally admit to everything that the two of you had been withholding from each other. But there was no way, Javier thought. Absolutely no way.

“No,” he said out loud. “Neither one of them would say shit about it.”

“I trust them as much as you do, but—I don’t know. I don’t wanna blame them or anyone without conclusive evidence.”

“Maybe it’s nothing and we’re looking too much into it.”

“Right. Because our lives are filled with luck and good vibes.”

Javier noticed the distress on your face in a heartbeat but refrained himself from making any gesture towards you. It seemed that ever since you had that damned conversation, Javier couldn’t help himself when it came to you. It’s like all he wanted to do was to be with you and there for you. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and for once, he didn’t want to fight it anymore. He was carrying enough fights in his day-to-day life. He wanted something that was his safe space.

He wanted you and him to be home.

“Listen, Javi, we gotta go through the plan for today. Feistl said he’s got an informant who might be able to lead us to Miguel.”

“Alright. I’ll go call Christina Jurado, see how she’s doing.”

You headed first to get another cup of coffee, bumping into Bill Stechner. He was one of the most theatrical and excessively polite men you had ever met, and that only made you be more cautious around him. There was simply something about him that screamed bad news, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Quite the busy morning, isn’t it?” his booming voice reached your ears.

You reluctantly poured the coffee in your mug as you rolled your eyes discreetly, purposefully sitting with your back against him.

“What’s up, Stechner?” you finally faced him acidly.

“Feisty. No wonder you got so far.”

“Okay, I’ll bite. What do you know about this new set of rules?”

Stechner examined you carefully before flashing a rather dreadful smile at you, although you were fairly certain he meant it as excessive politeness yet again.

“You know, tighter rules can be good in order for us to actually do our job.”

“Hm. Okay. And you want us to catch the godfathers, or let them slip through our fingers?”

“I am offended, agent. I only have the agency’s best interests at heart.”

“Of course you do.”

Stechner leaned in towards you in the most unpleasant way you could’ve thought, but you didn’t back down. You stared at him even as he whispered to you, “But you know what really an issue is? There are many places which the public might deem as safe, when in reality, the walls have ears. And sometimes… they hear an unexpected and heated exchange between two agents who are supposedly resentful towards one another, on presidential premises. I can’t imagine that would end well for either one, especially if they happened to be non-Colombians.”

Any bold comment abandoned you as shock replaced any other emotion you might have displayed. It became increasingly difficult to pretend otherwise, so you frowned as deeply as you could whilst staring him down.

“Whatever the hell you think you’re playing here—”

“I am not the player. I am merely an employee of the people.”

He walked off, leaving you dumbfounded and legitimately scared. You tried to compose yourself before rushing back into the office to find Javier. There was nothing else you could focus on, nothing else that could have distracted you or occupy your mind besides that conversation. Despite the presence of the new president, Ernesto Samper Pizano, that night you had spent at the parliament under the former leadership hadn’t changed. That night’s events hadn’t changed, and the sudden thought that you were listened in during that heated exchange—you felt sick to the core.

Luckily in the conference room there were only Steve and Javier and you stared at them both gravely. Javier eventually remarked the look and puckered his brows.

“What’s the matter?”

“I need to talk to you. Alone. Now.”

You didn’t leave any room for arguments or discussions. Seeing how restless you were, Javier followed you immediately back into your office, closing the door behind you. But even with that, you didn’t feel safe.

“What’s going on?” he asked again, approaching you this time.

“No, don’t. I don’t know if it’s safe.”

“What?”

“We have a big problem. Uh—those rules they implemented—I think they are for us.”

“Fuck, really? Who ratted us?”

“That’s the thing. No one did. But I just spoke to Stechner and he—he has us on tape. The night we were at the—the parliament, for the thank you dinner with Gaviria. They taped the parliament. So he knows—”

Realization hit Javier like a speeding truck.

“He knows about us.”

You nodded, genuinely concerned. “He knows about us.”

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[rae-does-stuff]

Down The Rabbithole

Here I am for HetaWeen 2021! This is basically a speed run of Alice in Wonderland + I'll probably miss some stuff because I don't remember anything lmao + added parts because why not? That and Germany isn't here because I have no idea who he's supposed to be based on official art.

Prompt: Alice in Wonderland AU AU: Alice in Wonderland TW: Caterpillar!China uses drugs so, if ya ain't comfy with that skip past the parts with China (he's only in one scene though) Human Names: Seychelles: Therése Laroche Japan: Honda Kiku (Kiku Honda) China: Wang Yao (Yao Wang) France: Francis Bonnefoy America: Alfred F. Jones Russia: Ivan Braginsky Italy: Feliciano Vargas England: Arthur Kirkland

Oh and @hetaween-hetaliaevent ————————————————

Therése Laroche was bored as hell. She was sitting in a tree listening to her stupid tutor ramble on about dates and times she couldn't be bothered to learn.

Why focus on the past when you can daydream about the future?

Therése almost fell asleep when she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

She whispered to herself, "Is that a man with rabbit ears and a tail?"

She rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things but she wasn't. And she had to find out what the hell was going on.

Therése slinked away from her sitting position in the tree and started to run towards the rabbit man.

"Mr. Rabbit! Mr. Rabbit! Wait!" She called out to him.

When she got close enough she could hear the rabbit mumbling to himself, "Kiku, you've really stepped in it now! I'm late, I'm late, I'll be late!"

Once it seemed like he heard her, he turned over his shoulder and exclaimed back to her (still running), "I'm late! For a very important date! No time to say "hello", goodbye! I'm late, I'm late!"

The rabbit man, or "Kiku", seemed to be in a rush.

Therése called after him, "But where are you going?"

Kiku didn't respond and jumped down a hole in the ground.

Once Therése got closer, she noticed it was a rabbit hole.

She came closer and closer, until she slipped and fell.

She fell down, down, down the rabbit hole. ———————————————— After an encounter with a talking door, a talking flower patch and shrinking to being three inches, Therése was less excited about this wonderful new place.

But even so, seeing a bunch of things that shouldn't talk, talk, she had become less affected by the talking caterpillar man sitting on a mushroom with a hookah pipe.

That's not to say that she wasn't surprised, she was simply less surprised.

Therése walked up to his mushroom carefully, "Um, excuse me?"

The caterpillar man (who turned out to just be a man with a caterpillar-esque cape) turned towards her, "Yes?"

Therése was about to explain her situation but before she could say anything, the caterpillar man cut her off, "Whatever it is, make it quick. I have things to do."

Therése wondered what a caterpillar man (who she learned his name was Yao after looking at some inscriptions on his mushroom) had to do but she explained what had happened anyways. The white rabbit man named Kiku, the doorknob and (mostly) everything.

Yao smiled fondly when he heard Kiku's name, "Let me guess, he was late for a very important date? Aiyaa, he needs to learn when to slow down a bit."

The man had started to talk about Kiku but Therése politely interrupted, "Sir, I need to find him! I think he might know how I can grow back to my normal height and how I can get out of here!"

Yao set down his pipe and glowered at her, "Kids these days need to learn how to respect their elders!  And what's wrong with being three inches tall? This is the height I've been my entire life!"

Therése stuttered out a weak apology but Yao was already leaving.

She sighed to herself. Back to square one.

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Therése was tired. She had gotten herself lost in a forest, and prior to that she had been mistaking for Kiku's maid, grew to be bigger than a house and had to run away to where she was now.

A dark forest, with no one in sight.

She would've cried but she still had hope. She would get home somehow.

That's when she heard a yawn. She jumped to her feet and turned around to see what (or who) made the noise.

"Ve-meow~"

She saw a man with purple cat ears and a tail in a tree, giving her a lazy smile. The man and her were engaged in a staring contest, as if they were investigating each other.

"Ciao!"

Therése nearly screamed but she kept her mouth shut, "Wh-who are you?"

The cat man smiled and disappeared.

Therése spun around in confusion before hearing his voice again.

"I'm the Cheshire Cat! Or Feliciano! Or Feli! Whichever works best for you!" He exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Therése cleared her throat and introduced herself, "My name is Therése Laroche. I got lost in the woods and I was hoping you could help me Mr. Feliciano. It would be very much appreciated if you could help."

Therése (and author-kun) hated that she sounded so formal but at the same time, she didn't know the social rules of the place. Though to Therése it seemed more likely that there weren't any at all.

Feliciano seemed to have lost focus half way through and was playing with his tail, "Hmm? Oh you want me to help you get out of the forest! I can do that!"

He went to stand next to her and point her in the right direction, "In order to get to the March Hare's house-"

"Who's the March Hare?"

"You'll see, I promise, bella! So in order to get to the March Hare's house-"

He pointed her in the right direction very quickly and with a lot of hand gestures. It was confusing but she got the gist of it and went off on her way.

As she was going, she didn't notice the Cheshire Cat grinning and disappearing in a puff of sparkles.

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Therése knocked on the March Hare's door and it was opened by a man with brown ears like a hare.

"Oh sweet dude you came just in time!"

He pulled her inside and Therése was immediately seated a table with a mouse man and a man with a hat.

"Why hello there mon chéri, I am the Mad Hatter!" The man with the hat greeted.

"Hello there-"

"And I'm the Dormouse!" The mouse man said with enthusiasm.

"Hello to you too Mr. Dormouse. I'm here-"

The man who Therése assumed to be the March Hare appeared again, "It's time to celebrate the Unbirthday of the Mad Hatter! Let's sing the Unbirthday Song dudes and get this party started!"

The Dormouse clapped a little before falling asleep.

Therése wondered, "A unbirthday?"

The March Hare started to sing, "It's a very happy unbirthday to you!"

"To moi?" The Mad Hatter pointed to himself as if he didn't know it was his unbirthday.

"To you!"

Therése started to hum along to the melody and quickly caught on and commented, "It's my unbirthday too!"

The Mad Hatter clapped his hands together, "Really? What a small world it is!"

The March Hare started to nudge the Dormouse, "Ivan! Wake up! We have to sing the Unbirthday Song!"

The Dormouse woke up groggily, "Too sleepy to sing, Alfred."

Therése chuckled, "It's fine, that's not what I'm here for anyways. I'm here to find a way back home. The Cheshire Cat said you'd help Mr. March Hare."

The March Hare's ears perked up, "He said I could help?"

"Yes, he did!"

"Well it is the hero's job to help!"

"Thank you-"

"But I don't think I can help."

Therése asked incredulously, "What?!"

"Sorry dude! It's rude to leave during someone's Unbirthday party!"

Therése started to get up, "Oh okay, I can figure it out myself I guess."

As she left the trio left behind her wished her good luck.

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Therése had no idea how she got to this point.

"WHO PAINTED MY ROSES RED?" The Queen of Hearts shouted.

The cards who Therése helped paint the roses red started to tremble and stammer.

"It was him, your majesty!"

"No, it was him!"

The Queen of Hearts yelled, "Off with their heads!"

The rest of the court applauded and cheered in agreement.

Therése gulped, this was not how she wanted her young life to end!

"Behead all of them! Except, the girl." The Queen commanded.

He continued, "We shall play a round of croquet."

Therése internally raised an eyebrow. She was going to play croquet? What's the point of that?

"And if she loses, it'll be off with her head!"

Oh, so there is a point?

That's when she noticed that most, if not all the people she had met on her adventure were there.

Kiku tapped the Queen's shoulder, "Arthur, I don't think we should be gambling with her life."

Arthur or the Queen of Hearts glared at him and Kiku stepped back, maybe out of fear or maybe from not wanting to get too involved.

Therése expected to be handed a mallet but instead she was handed a... flamingo?

"Uhhh." She faltered.

The Queen of Hearts gave her a look, "What is it?"

She shook her head, "Nothing! Give me a ball!"

The court started to laugh.

"A ball? Have you never played croquet? You use a hedgehog!" One of them jeered.

Therése gulped again. A hedgehog?

A small blue hedgehog was placed at her feet.

Therése started to swing her flamingo before stopping.

"I won't hit an innocent hedgehog!"

"Oh really? Well then off with your head!" The Queen yelled.

Therése started to run back to the forest.

She ran and ran until she couldn't anymore.

Therése sat down on a stump and started to fall asleep. Maybe it was all a dream.

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"Seychelles! Wake up dude!"

Seychelles mumbled groggily, "Mr. March Hare?"

"Dude, I don't know who the March Hare is but I'm America!"

France patted her shoulder, "I think you fell asleep mon chéri. You should get some rest at the hotel room."

Seychelles opened her eyes and realized that her adventures were all a dream.

"I think I've slept enough for one day Mr. France." She said while getting up.

That was one weird dream.

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Thanks for reading dudes! I know this is late but it's fine (I think). Hopefully the next one will come soon.

I hope y'all enjoyed!

- Rae

[poedameronloverx]

General Grandma

Heeey everyone, me again with some more bad writing. This all came from a random idea I had about Leia being a grand-mother to Poe and readers daughter. I started off on a total roll whilst writing it, but then I wasn’t feeling well for a few days and I lost my way a bit so I’m not 100% happy with it but I wasn’t going anywhere with it so I thought that I’d share it anyway.

I hope at least someone out there can enjoy it <3

Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Solo Reader

Warnings: Mentions of having a child

Word Count: 8508 - yikes!

Leia Organa had many titles, General, Princess, mum, but her favourite one was now Grandma. From the second you'd given birth to your daughter 3 and a half years previously, Leia was completely smitten with her grand-daughter. Shara Dameron was a little ray of sunshine throughout the base, her energy and infectious laugh kept everyone's spirit's high, especially Leia's. Shara loved her grandma, she wanted to spend time with her whenever she could and could quite often be seen following Leia round base. There weren't a lot of children in the resistance, and the ones that were there were all older than Shara, so she didn't have any friends her own age to play with. It was something that always made you sad, the older kids weren't interested in playing with a 3 year old but she always had her grandma and her favourite droid BB8 to keep her company if you or Poe were busy. Meal times were the best part of the day, if you and your husband were both on base, no matter how busy you were, you made time to eat together and spend time with Shara. She was sat on Poe's lap chatting happily about her morning and how she'd been playing with BB8 and Uncle Finn. She told you in detail about everything they'd done, Poe chuckled and buried his face in her dark curls as she mentioned that Finn had tripped over BB8 and fallen.

“He hurted his hand but I kissed it better for him” she explained

“That was really nice of you” you replied “I'm sure that made him feel lots better”

Poe glanced across the room and smiled as he saw Shara's favourite person approaching.

“Look sweetheart, here comes General grandma!” he said

“Grandma!” she squealed happily

“Hello little Miss Dameron” Leia smiled, taking a seat next to Poe and happily grabbing hold of Shara as she quickly abandoned her place on Poe's lap in favour of sitting with grandma. “How was your morning?”

She launched back into her stories of her morning with Finn, causing Leia to laugh at the details.

“Can I come with you after lunch?” she asked

“Of course you can my darling” Leia replied “I've got you some paper and crayons so you can do that drawing you mentioned yesterday”

You smiled. The resistance didn't always have a lot, but your mother always made sure her grand-daughter didn't go without. They had the most beautiful bond and it warmed your heart every time you looked at them. You knew there was a gap in your mothers heart caused by your brother leaving, but Shara was slowly starting to mend it. Ever since your daughter was born, Leia always made sure, where possible, that one of you or Poe was on base at all times. It was very rare that the two of your would go off on missions together. It was something that put your minds at ease, knowing that if something happened to one of you, the other would still be there for Shara.

Leia had some work to do before she could fully dedicate her time to Shara, but the little girl didn't mind. She happily skipped along next to her grandma, singing away to herself as Leia made her way round base to get a few jobs done. Once the General was finished with her work, she headed back to her quarters to spend some quiet time with her grand-daughter. She set up the crayons and paper on the desk and helped Shara onto the chair.

“I can't wait to see what pictures you draw my darling”

“I'm going to draw the best picture for you grandma!” Shara beamed

“Remember and draw some for mummy and daddy too” Leia smiled “I'm sure they'd really love that”

“Ok, and BeeBee too!”

“Yes I'm sure the droid would love a drawing” Leia chuckled. Shara really was her fathers daughter, she had the highest respect for everyone on base, especially droids. BB8 had loved the little girl from the second she was born, he would sit protectively by her crib whilst she was a baby, he rolled closely behind her as she learned to walk and he played with her when her family members were busy. If it had been anyone else, Poe would've felt betrayed that his droid had a new best friend but seeing his daughter playing with BB8 made his heart feel full enough to burst. Leia always had a smile on her face when she watched Shara interacting with all of the droids, so many people just brushed them off or found them an inconvenience, but not Shara.

Shara jumped off the chair once she was finished her drawing and skipped over to where Leia was on the couch reading.

“This is for you grandma!”

Leia smiled and took the paper from her, there were a lot of scribbles and two stick people. “It's wonderful”

“It's you and me!�� Shara replied “Look, that's you there” she pointed at the taller stick figure

“I love it” Leia replied “Thank you, I'll put it on my wall” she stood up and pinned the drawing to the wall of her room “Now I can see it all the time”

Shara smiled, her giggles filled the room as Leia sat down and pulled her into her lap, tickling her as they went.

“Grandma? Can we play dolls?”

“Of course we can” Leia replied, setting her down on the floor, “You grab them and set them up”

Once you and Poe finished work, you grabbed some food for yourselves and Leia and headed to her room. Leia called for you to come in when you knocked. You smiled at the sight of your daughter curled up on her grandmas lap, fast asleep.

“She's been asleep about 20 minutes” Leia said “She had some food a few hours ago”

“Might as well leave her sleeping then” Poe said “She looks content enough. All that time with you must've worn her out”

“Yeah sorry we're later than usual” you replied “We both got caught up”

“Never apologise for giving me longer with my grand-daughter” Leia replied “Every second with her is one to be treasured”

The three of you ate dinner, occasionally chatting about your day but mostly just enjoying spending time together. Once you'd finished eating, you could feel yourself drifting off. It wasn't long until Poe felt your head hit his shoulder. He smiled fondly at you, and then at his daughter.

“What's on your mind?” Leia asked

“Gods I just love them so much Leia. I didn't think it was possible to love this hard!”

“You have two wonderful girls Poe” Leia replied “You're a lucky man, I might be a bit biased though”

Poe chuckled “I'm the luckiest man in the galaxy. They're everything to me”

“And you're everything to them. Y/N loves you so much, I've never seen her as happy as she is when she's with you. And Shara thinks the world of you”

“I'm behind you and my droid on her list of favourite people. But to be fair that's a pretty good list of people to be behind”

“Your mother would be so proud of you” Leia said “You're such a good man, one of the best in fact, and Y/N and Shara are lucky to have you in their life's. We're all lucky to have you!”

Poe smiled as he felt you move next to him, squishing your face into his arm. “Shara might look like me, but she takes after her mother” he said, seeing his daughter was doing the same to Leia's arm.

“My precious girls” Leia smiled, running her fingers through Shara's curls.

“I should probably get them to bed” Poe said, he gently shook your arm until your eyes fluttered open “Come on Sweetheart, we need to head back to our room so you and the little lady can get to bed”

“I can't believe I fell asleep. I'm sorry”

“Don't apologise” Leia said “It's been a crazy few weeks”

Poe took Shara from Leia, letting the little girl shuffle in his arms until she was comfortable. You leant forward to hug your mother. Leia kissed your head.

“I'll see you tomorrow mum”

“Give Shara a goodnight kiss from me”

Shara began to stir as you entered your quarters. Poe adjusted her in his arms.

“Daddy”

“Hey sweetheart, we're going to get you ready for bed now”

“Where's grandma?”

“She's in her room” Poe replied with a smile “You spent lots of time with her before you fell asleep. And you'll see her tomorrow”

“Mama?”

“Mama's over there, checking on BeeBee” he moved so Shara could see you. “Do you want mama to read you a bedtime story?”

“I want story from you and mama” she replied sleepily

“Alright, let's get you changed for bed”

Shara managed to get two stories out of you that night. Her big brown eyes always got you to give into her, much like her father. You watched her for a while after she fell asleep. Even when the galaxy felt like a dark and horrible place, Shara brought such light into your life and to everyone around her. Poe stepped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“We did that” he whispered “We really made a perfect little human”

“I love her so much”

“Me too” Poe replied “And I love you. And our little family!”