#so I can guarantee that he's very much not a jerk like the rest of his family was.''

[jessicas-pi]

The Shuttle AU where Nigel Anstruthers is even more devious and DOESN'T separate Rosalie from her family, and he pretends to be nice and good and even invites Bettina to spend her school holidays at Stornham Court one year.

(That last one was not his best idea, tbh.)

Through chance, circumstance, or maybe the weaving hand of Fate, Bettina Vanderpoel and James Hubert John Fergus Saltyre meet, speak, and quickly discover their mutual distaste for Sir Nigel Anstruthers...

Anyway I call this one Jem and Bett Ruin Nigel's Life (Ten Years Ahead of Schedule)

[angelltheninth]

Inexperienced prompt 44 with Ghost and Konig?

Oh König! I haven't gotten a request for him in a while!

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley, König x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, size kink, creampie, marathon sex, reassurance, praise, dirty talk, inexperienced!Reader

A/N: I haven't been playing much Cod lately tbh but I have heard about Nikto and he seems interesting.

44. “If you like it, we can go all night.”

Simon is very careful not to scare you away with how horny he is for you and for how long he can and will stay hard for you. You don't have a lot of experience and that's fine, all he's really looking for from you is that you tell him what feels good and what you would like to try.

Likes to keep you on your back while he thrusts his cock into you because he can see how your pussy stretches open to take his girthy cock. If he wanted to he could easily move you up and down on his cock like a toy while you moan and your legs dangle at his sides from the pleasure of it all. But at the same time he feels like he should give you body time to rest, his cock is ready to go again whenever you are.

"Does it turn you on, how easy it is for me to use your body for my pleasure? You fit my cock better then any pussy or toy I've ever experianced, yes you do, so perfect, tight, sopping wet, making my cock slide in so easily. Don't beat yourself up if you can't keep up, we can train that stamina right up. If you like it, we can go all night. That's right baby, I wasn't joking when I said I could go all night long with you."

König can easily jerk off the cum he doesn't stand on you but why waste it? He would much rather creampie you instead, or leave you covered in it, your pretty face drenched white in his jizz. When one of your holes gets tired there are two others he can use instead, or you can use your hands and boobs instead.

You can use anything as long as he gets to spill inside or onto you because for him there's no sight more beautiful in the entire world. You taking all of him in any one of your holes requires a lot of practice, he is well aware that he's on the bigger size and he actually doesn't mind if you can't take all of him. As long as you're comfortable with the pressure and fullness.

"Taking more and more every night, sweetheart, pretty soon my whole cock will fit into that tiny pussy. You're doing very well, making room inside you for me. You like my cock that much. Thank you, I love making you feel good with it. Let's see if we can get all of it inside tonight hm? If you like it, we can go all night. I guarantee you'll be sore, unable to walk even, I'll take care of you, don't you worry. Enjoy the moment okay? It'll be okay."

[rodolfoparras]

pleasee make another about old man price oh my days 😮‍💨

Thinking about old man Price (i,ii) | 18+, MDNI

Pairing: John Price x Top Male Reader

Content tags: erectile dysfunction, riding, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, overstimulation, blowjobs, rimming, angry sex, price is a bit obsessed with ur dick?

A/N: I think this is the last part.. for now 🧎🏻‍♂️sending kisses to my old man price lovers

Old man Price who’s almost obsessed with your cock , loves how firm it feels while fully hard, will put it in his mouth just to feel the weight of it on his tongue or jerk you off just to watch it be so sensitive to his touch, loves to watch himself sink down on it by looking into his reflection in mirrors, loves that it feels like he’s been skewed onto it when riding it, who’s obsessed with making you cum with his hand or mouth just to see you rock hard again in a matter of minutes.

Old man Price who’s embarrassed about getting head because why would you want to suck on an old man’s cock ? but you love having him in your mouth, love that you don’t know if he’ll get hard or not, love working for it, love feeling the soft weight resting upon your tongue, love feeling him swell in your mouth, love nosing at the fringe of gray curls, love feeling the warmth engulf your mouth as you suckle on his soft cock

Old man Price who’s so eager to be fucked by you he’ll stay riding you even even though he’s gone soft, who still ends up spurting ropes cum over both your abdomens since he’s so eager for your cock

Old man Price who slowly but surely realizes just how insatiable his young boyfriend is, so much so he wakes up with your head buried between his cheeks and tonguing his hole or making him ride you into the early hours of the morning. The next day he’ll wake up with eye bags under his eyes and grumpily drinking coffee while being teased by the rest of his squad

Old man Price who usually goes soft during sex and gets embarrassed by it, but now gets to be embarrassed over how fast he cums when he’s with you, like he’s young again, and even after he cums you wont let him be, kissing caressing and touching him, until he’s all worked up again, even if it may take a bit longer than what you’re used to

Old man Price who can’t guarantee you he’ll get hard often so of course you take that as a challenge, brushing a hand over his crotch, whispering sweet nothings into his ear just so that your soft breath washes over his skin, poking and prodding just to see what will get him riled up until the poor man is sporting a hard on in the middle of a meeting and squeezing his thighs together in a desperate search for relief

Old man Price who’ll stand in the full length mirror in his room, stark naked with his gaze trailing over his body, looking at every scar every mark every imperfection asking himself how can he be so stupid to think you’d want someone like that but you’d prove to him just how much you want him by spurting ropes of cum over that very same body, adding marks of your own next to the already existing ones, fucking him with his front flushed against the mirror just so that he can see everything you love about him

Old man Price who’ll joke about dying, only to start saying it just to rile you up because every time he jokes about his death you’ll punish him by fucking him into the mattress

Old man Price who gets a confidence boost from dating such a handsome young man like you so much so he starts going all out on your date nights and ends up catching many people’s eyes. Although this sudden wave of attention leaves him flustered and even has him playing into it a bit, at the end of the night you’re the one he’s going home with. Besides he doesn’t mind the little display of possessiveness he’s bound to end up with when you get him in bed.

[callsign-rogueone]

not that bad at all - b.d.

Bodhi Durran x partner!reader [requested] ✉️: …maybe the reader is badass and Violet is afraid of her, so when they have to fight, Violet poisons her like the rest, and Bodhi stops what he was doing to take care of her and he worries about her, and Violet notices that she is not that bad and asks for forgiveness. words: 1.6k 🏷: very basic fourth wing spoilers, one use of “her” to describe reader but that’s it, descriptions of dizziness and fainting, short description of injury (for Violet), everyone’s favorite girl makes an appearance (iykyk 😇), I made X a bit of a jerk here but he’s going through it honestly so he gets a pass lol

It’s easy enough for Violet to dust the white powder onto the last available bagel right before you place it on your tray.

You don’t notice what she’s done, too busy talking to Imogen. It’s strange for her to see the girl so docile like this, chatting happily about some maneuver one of you had pulled on a practice flight yesterday, but Violet is thankful for the distraction she provides.

She watches from across the room as you settle into a chair near a boy in her year — Liam, the tall blonde who’s been top of the class in Emeterrio’s since day one. He greets you with a smile, continuing to chat with the other marked ones at the table.

You look terrible as you step toward the mat when your name is called, flushed and sweating like you’ve been running for miles. It’s a miracle you’re still holding yourself upright.

You can do this. Of course you can. The general’s daughter should be easy work with how fragile she is. You won’t kill her, per Xaden’s insistence, but you’ll get her to tap out in under two minutes, guaranteed.

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the dizzy feeling before the fight starts.

“Ready, cadets?“ Emeterrio asks. You can tell he’s giving you a moment out of pity, that he knows something is wrong.

Your dragon does too. “This is not a good idea.”

You ignore her. “Ready,” you confirm, wavering. 

You try to move your feet into a proper fighting stance, but the floor seems to shift underneath your boots like wet sand, and you collapse onto the mat before the professor can say go. There are a few gasps from the crowd of cadets around the gym.

“I yield,” you mumble into the slick padding, knowing that even if you can manage to peel yourself back up, you won’t be able to overpower her when you can’t see straight.

Violet sighs in relief. You’re still aware enough to know what you’re supposed to be doing. That’s good. That means she got the dosage correct, and that you should be fine again in about eight hours. 

“You were right,” you admit silently.

“Of course I was right.”

Violet’s pride is replaced with guilt as another cadet rushes to your side, looking deeply concerned.

Your vision focuses enough to recognize your boyfriend’s face leaning over you. Cold hands cradle your cheeks and you squirm away from the touch, delirious. 

“You’re burning up, love,” he says, tugging your sleeves up in an attempt to cool you off, exposing the black swirls running down your left arm. He takes your pulse, and your heart is racing. Something is definitely wrong.

He looks to the professor. “Permission to take her to the infirmary?”

“Granted,” Emeterrio says, unfazed. “Barlowe and Cardulo, you’re up next.”

That will be a good matchup. Maybe one of them will kill the other, and decrease Violet’s list of enemies by one.

The other cadet gathers you into his arms, helping you up, as you clearly can’t stand on your own, and Violet’s heart nearly stops as she realizes who he is.

Bodhi. Tail section’s executive officer, Bodhi. Xaden’s cousin, Bodhi. Fuck. 

She can feel multiple sets of eyes boring into her skin. Her gaze lifts to the other side of the gym, where Xaden is glaring directly at her, along with a few other marked ones. They all look like they know exactly what she did, and they’re contemplating how best to kill her.

Something tells her that Jack won’t be as much of a threat as the rest of your friends.

————————————————————

You crack an eye open, wincing at the brightness of the infirmary. 

Bodhi is standing over you in an instant, dimming the light. “How do you feel?” He rests the back of his hand on your forehead; your fever has dulled, but you still feel warm to the touch.

“Better, but still not great,” you answer, coughing into your elbow. “It’s like a flu that should have lasted a week just condensed into a day.”

He extends you a glass of water and you take a slow sip — you’ve been sweating so much that it’s completely dehydrated you.

“What do you make of the Sorrengail girl?” You ask. “Every one of her opponents in the last two weeks has mysteriously ended up ill.”

“You’re right,” he says slowly, putting it together. “But why just put you out of the lineup for a few days? If she’s really doing this, why is she not taking it further and just killing people?”

“Murder just isn’t her style, I guess.”

“I’m glad it isn’t,” he says quietly. “When you hit the floor like that all of a sudden… I’ve never been that scared in my life. I thought I was going to lose you.”

You take his hand, squeezing it gently. “It’ll take much more than a bad bagel to kill me,” you reassure him, sitting up to kiss his cheek. “You’ve made sure of that.”

He still looks worried when you pull away, but you know what will relax him.

You look at the clock. “We have an hour and a half until dinner. Wanna go shower and cuddle for a while?” You ask, and he nods eagerly. You smile. “Alright, let’s get out of here.”

At dinner, Xaden makes it abundantly clear that nobody is to seek revenge on the girl, which has Garrick grumbling and Imogen downright outraged, but you’re fine with the decision: if she’ll leave you alone, you’ll leave her alone.

————————————————————

The rest of your friends are celebrating — Liam and the two other marked first years have been chosen by strong dragons who will serve them well and provide them powerful signets.

It’s not unusual for the eldest of your group to be withdrawn and aloof, but Xaden looks like he’s going to be ill.

“Tab says that Tairn chose Violet Sorrengail,” Garrick’s girlfriend says in a whisper, knowing better than to let the wingleader hear her.

Your eyes widen. Tairn, Sgaeyl’s mate, Tairn? “I guess that makes her our problem now.” 

If Violet dies, so does your friend. 

So much for keeping your distance. 

————————————————————

When Violet gets to the gym for the workout Imogen had roped her into, it’s full of marked ones. 

Bodhi is sparring with a boy whose name Violet doesn’t know, looking like they’re going to kill each other but laughing as they do. Xaden wrestles with Garrick, Imogen is throwing daggers with Liam, and a quiet third-year girl in the corner looks to be… meditating?

You spot Violet standing in the doorway, heading over, and her heart pounds, wondering what you’re going to say to her after what she did to you.

You wipe the sweat from your forehead with a small towel. “Cool hair,” you say with a nod at her silver-tipped braid, and she blinks, stunned —  probably wondering why you aren’t biting her head off. 

“Thanks,” she replies quietly. “Sorry for poisoning you.”

You laugh at her honesty, extending a hand to shake. “Square?”

“Square,” she answers, taking it.

“Good. Now let’s see you fight, for real.”

It takes all of five minutes for something to go wrong — an awkwardly angled kick to her knee that she can’t dodge has her crumpling to the mat, lower leg bent at an unnatural angle.

Oh, fuck. Xaden will be pissed if you’ve broken her on day one.

“Angel, we need you,” you call, and the quiet girl’s eyes snap open, at your side in an instant.

Warm hands touch her skin, and Violet startles as the pain dissipates, the bone gliding back into place. She stares at your friend, stunned. “You’re a mender?”

“Not a very good one,” she answers, anxious. “And I’m sorry, I should have asked before I just… does it feel okay now?”

“Yeah, that was great.” Violet flexes the joint a few times, without pain. “Just like my brother used to do.”

There’s a flicker of… something across the older girl’s face, but it vanishes as soon as Garrick puts a gentle hand on her back, genuine worry on his face as he looks at her. “You feeling okay?” 

“Yeah,” she answers, giving him a soft smile. 

Xaden is feeling much less warm and fuzzy, eyeing Violet with generalized contempt.

You cross your arms over your chest, giving him a warning look. “Don’t even start, X. She’s trying her best.”

“If that’s her best, she’s going to get us both killed,” he says coldly.

“Which is why we’re working on it. Aretia wasn’t built in a day, and neither were any of us. She’ll get better.”

“Fine. Then training her is your responsibility now, since you’re so optimistic, but should you fail, her blood and mine will be on your hands.”

“Xay, that’s not…” the mender begins, but she falls silent quickly after seeing the look on his face.

“Fine,” you agree, standing your ground. “I’ll train her as a personal favor to you because of what you’ve done for all of us, and because I don’t want to see her die, but you need to stop being a dick. You didn’t ask to be put in this situation, but neither did she.”

Nobody looks surprised at your defense of Violet, nor your candid speech to the wingleader. Nobody speaks, either, letting you two stare each other down in silence — this must not be the first time you’ve argued with him.

Xaden sighs, clearly having something to say, but he doesn’t protest further, turning to leave.

Violet’s eyebrows raise. You defended her, the girl who poisoned you last month, and you got Xaden Riorson to back down from a fight? 

Bodhi puts a hand on your shoulder, checking in silently — that was pretty intense.

You give him a reassuring half-smile. “It’s okay, Bo. He just needs time.” You look down to Violet. “Wanna try that again?”

She nods, letting you pull her to her feet.

You’re really not that bad at all.

[subskz]

RIN RIN RIN RIN RINRINRINRINRINRIN I’VE GOT AN IDEA AND IM RUNNING TO U WITH IT

okay so i was on tiktok and i came across this trend: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8CMJbGa/ and it’s just basically these glasses that can record videos up to a minute which i thought was pretty cool

and then those glasses reminded me of the glasses hannie wore here: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8CMDRcq/

i 100% believe that this man is able to nut under a minute so imagine him sending you a video of him jerking off in front of a mirror and using the glasses to record

he’s holding the hem of his hoodie in his mouth, soaking the fabric with his drool, his chest on full display as one hand reaches up to rub at his sensitive nipple

and he’s sitting there on the floor with his legs spread wide open so you can get a good view of his other hand fisting his cock like there’s no tomorrow

seriously, this man is going at sonic speed. he’s stopping occasionally to rub at his tip and then he’s back to beating his meat

he’s gonna be looking at himself in the mirror so you can view him fully when he sends you the vid! 1000% gonna get embarrassed and his cheeks are 1000% gonna flare up

however he might throw his head back a couple of times because it just feels too good so you’ll get a few seconds of him filming the ceiling lmao and once his head is back down his glasses are gonna be a lil crooked so expect the rest of the video to be a lil tilted

despite his hoodie being in his mouth, this man is still gonna be loud as hell (quick! act surprised!) ten seconds in and he’s already dropping it to let out the filthiest noises ever heard by mankind

when he’s close, expect a few shots of the camera pointing downwards at his dick while he starts leaking like a faucet—he might even start slapping it and you can hear his moans become filthier and you can see his thighs snap close (don’t worry he likes showing himself off to you so he’ll open them again in 0.2 seconds)

and when he’s cumming, you probably won’t even see him bc he’ll probably lurch forward so much that his glasses fall BUT if you do see it, i guarantee you he’s probably doing an ahegao face (thinking about this post right here.. https://www.tumblr.com/subskz/728568079429320704/you-talked-about-skz-ahegaos-just-a-little-while)

you probably will only see it for like 2 seconds bc i’m so certain he’s gonna drop the damn glasses LMAO so be prepared to slow down the video to catch it

if you’re lucky, the glasses may fall and face him so you can see the cum spurt all over his hoodie and his hand. if you’re not so lucky, you’ll probably get a cute shot of his toes curling as he orgasms. and if you’re just unlucky, you’ll get a shot of just a wall—but hey, his moans are filthy and loud enough to make up for it

and at the end of the video, you’ll get a cute shot of him picking the glasses back up and a very close video of his cute round eyes and confused furrowed brows as he tries to figure out how to turn it off

and maybe next time, you’ll get a video of him fingering himself and fucking a dildo in and out of his ass (a big pink and sparkly dildo that vibrates ofc)

link ♡

my god 😵‍💫 ur mind is a powerful place hehe thank you for bringing this 5 star meal to me i’m eating it all up 🍽

hannie can so cum in under a minute esp when he’s getting off alone, he’s allowed to be as desperate as he wants <3 he goes so fast and hard it’s almost animalistic, there’s nothing getting between him and his pleasure and the only thing occupying his empty lil head is how badly he needs to cum (and maybe he imagines the sound of your voice laughing at him and calling him pathetic for finishing so fast)

the camera accidentally filming the ceiling and the floor bc he’s so busy thrashing his head around is so hannie 😭 he tries his best to hold eye contact in the mirror, and when he looks directly into his own doe eyes reflected back it him while he touches himself it’s the hottest sight you’ve ever seen…but it’s not long before he either gets too shy to look at himself or he’s just way too lost in the pleasure to focus anymore. the way his view flies all over the place from the mirror to the ceiling to his dick is oddly endearing though so you don’t mind, it just shows you how good your baby’s feeling ♡

ofc it’s not hannie jerking off if he doesn’t have his hoodie pulled up between his teeth bc he knows how crazy it makes you (that and, he was probably in too much of a rush to fully take it off) i can definitely see him accidentally dropping it a few times too bc his jaw goes completely slack to let out the filthiest moans, and he looks so cute fumbling w the hem trying to pull it back up and take it into his drooling mouth again. after all, he still wants to show off his pretty body to you, esp the irresistible view of his stomach clenching from his orgasm w his cum splattered all over it <3

[nebulaafterdark]

Can I get something Aegon x Velaryon(Strong) reader where she is his betroth but when he wears the crown she takes side with her mother. Rhaenyra annuls the betrothal and betrothes reader with Cregan Stark. Reader goes to Storm’s End with Luke to gain support. Well the rest is like in the show but Aemond takes her to King’s Landing forcefully after he kills her brother and when Aegon learns she’s betrothed with Cregan he weds her and makes her his queen no matter how much she resist. If you are uncomfortable you don’t have to make it yandere or dobcon/noncon. There can be smut or something else it doesn’t matter. I trust your imagination. I really love your Aegon x Velaryon(Strong) reader theme. There is no enough content in Tumblr about Aegon x niece!reader. Most Aegon contents are about Aegon x sister!reader and those contents doesn’t fulfill my thirst for enemies to lovers plot.

I love it! Enemies to lovers just hits different. But I feel they’re more like frienemies to start. Aegon definitely pulled her hair as a kid and if anyone hurt her (besides him) may the gods give them rest lmao. Let’s get into it 💜

Storm’s End

Aegon x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

Warning: Targcest, Yandere!Aegon, dark subject matter, mentions of sex, themes of non/dubcon.

Storm’s End. Not a place Aegon’s given much thought to, until now.

Storm’s End. Where the new ruling King sends his brother, Aemond, to retrieve what is his. His half sister’s sweet daughter, Y/N.

Not so long ago they had been betrothed. Before Viserys died and any semblance of ‘family’ shattered. Y/N chose her mother, because she always did.

‘I am no more or less than a vessel tossed about to create the illusion of peace. As my mother’s eldest child, I go willingly, to protect that which come after me.’

That’s what she’d told him. So it came as no surprise when Aegon learned Rhaenyra had betrothed Y/N to Cregan Stark instead. It stung a bit at first, Y/N was the only person he’d bothered getting to know. Unlike his family, affections for him were not guaranteed. Unlike the whores from the pleasure house, she was not required to give him time of day; only to wed him and bear his heirs.

It is no secret that Aegon is intrigued by the Princess. He spent most of his days imagining where she would fit into his life, what their children would look like, how his cock would feel stuffed inside every hole she had. Perhaps it was wrong, perverse at the very least. But so long as she was his no one could stop it. No one would dare.

When word comes that Rhaenyra’s camp has begun flying about the realm, trying to steal his throne, Aegon sees his opportunity and he seizes it. But from the sound of his future Queen, all but growling like a caged animal, something must have gone amiss.

Aemond enters the room, with Y/N kicking and swinging at him, as they go.

“Get your hands off me, you fucking traitor.” Y/N demands, tossing her head back against Aemond with enough force to dislodge his nose.

“Quiet, bastard!” He seethes, shoving her toward his brother to tend his bleeding.

“I told you I wanted her unharmed.” Aegon rushes to Y/N, taking her around the waist. Partly to comfort, mostly to restrain. Her dark hair falls carelessly about her, escaping from the braid trailing down her back. Her cheeks stained with tears, nose running unabashedly. She is inconsolable.

“She did not come easy.” Aemond informs him, through gritted teeth.

“I wouldn’t go anywhere with you, murderer!” Y/N jerks in his arms, lunging for Aemond as best she can.

“What’s she on about?” Aegon demands, attempting to gentle her to no avail.

“He killed my brother.” Y/N wails, the words wrenching from her throat in an inhuman manner.

“Lucerys owed me a debt.” Aemond half smirks.

“He was a baby.” Y/N cries, “he was just a little boy.”

“Leave us,” Aegon commands.

Aemond nods, clearing the room with the other occupants, until only the King and his Queen remain.

Y/N continues to fight against Aegon, wrestling him to the ground.

“Stop it,” Aegon huffs. His body lying over hers, restraining her hands with his own.

Y/N rears back, spitting in his face.

“Oh my dearest love,” he chuckles, “I’ve missed you too.”

Y/N clunks the back of her skull into the stone floor of the throne room. “Kill me,” she pleads, “do it and be done with it.”

“Shhh,” Aegon frowns, “I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to make you my Queen.”

“No,” she shakes her head.

“Wed you in the tradition of our house and Old Valyria, bind our blood forever. Fuck you full of my children. Tear the Seven Kingdoms apart and rebuild them in your image.”

Y/N lets out a sob. “Please, Aegon. Let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I’ll say you helped me escape.”

Aegon click his tongue at her. Leaning down to her ear, “if I can’t have you, no one will.”

————————————————————————

However improper, Aegon is the one to prepare her for their ceremony. Trickling warm water from the bath over the delicate features of her face.

“Lean up, I’ll wash your hair.” Aegon taps her chin with his forefinger.

Y/N shifts forward, curling in on herself, knees to chest. Arms wrapped tightly around them. “Why are you doing this, Aegon.” Her voice is tired, drained as her body.

It isn’t love, it’s too dark, too selfish, too one sided. It isn’t lust, for he wants more than her body. He hungers for her mind, her soul, to become one in every way. Thoughts of her are all consuming. “Because you’re mine.”

“I’m nothing special. Plain featured bastard at best, by all accounts of your mother.”

“I do not find you plain.” Aegon dampens her locks, smoothing through knotted pieces with his fingers. The dark hair he’s yearned to stroke softly in comfortable silence, to brush sweat damp from her skin as he fucks her.

Y/N peers over at him slowly. Here she has the King on his knees, tending her like a prized possession. She would have married him willingly, in another life. She would have loved him. Instead he chose the crown over her. And she chose her mother over him.

He washes and dries her with a devotion Y/N has never known. Helping her dress in the customary gown.

She is not allowed to leave his side until they are wed before the eyes of thousands. Sliding the blade of her late grandsire’s knife over her palm, pressing it to Aegon’s. Allowing their blood to mingle, seeping into the gauntlet between them.

Y/N feels nothing, not the bite of the blade. Nor the split of her lip, the cool metal of her crown. She is Queen. Traitor to her poor mother who has lost her son. Does she know? Y/N wonders as Aegon reels her in for a kiss. Lapping at the cut on her bottom lip, which matches his own. Does my mother know I’ve betrayed her?

Y/N was always meant to be Queen, one day when Rhaenyra was cold and in her grave. Not now, as she lives and breathes. Does she think I’m dead too?

The bedding ceremony is customary. Y/N goes quietly, draping herself dutifully over the mattress, praying that Aegon is quick about it.

Perhaps he does love her with all the pieces of his decrepit heart. Perhaps she does love him with the fragments of her own. But does it truly matter if this is all they have to show for it? Put on display for the small council as they make love for the first time. To breed children who will feed back and repeat the same jaded cycle.

The sound this thought wretches from Y/N causes Aegon to falter and uncomfortable shifting in the viewing gallery. “I am sorry, sweet girl.” He squeezes her fingers in his.

Had he always been holding her hand?

A lifetime passes in that room and yet no time at all. When it is done the crowd clears; they are alone. Y/N cries, Aegon does too.

If only she and Luce had been sent elsewhere that day. Anywhere but Storm’s End.

“I’m going to get you out of here.” Aegon whispers, stroking her hair with an affection he shouldn’t be capable of. “We’re going to steal away on a ship, sail away, never to return.”

Y/N curls her fist against his chest. “Why would you do that for me?”

“I never wanted this,” he breathes. Not the crown, not the stupid chair. “I wanted you.”

Cregan Stark might have been nice. He might have been a better ally to their cause. In time, he might have come to care for her. But Cregan wouldn’t scour the narrow sea in search of her. Aegon would.

Part 2

[outivv]

Can we get some separate headcanons of Xiao and wanderer with a Timid but kind reader?

Reader is extremely quite at first but show lots of act of service (like when they were injured, reader is the first one to try to help n stuff), and because of how timid and weak the reader look people always take advantage of themm(￣∇￣+)

It's alright if ya don't want to,have a nice dayy!^^

Synopsis: timid/ quiet reader who’s love language is acts of service!!

Warnings: not proofread

Characters: xiao, wanderer, and dehya

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello hello!! Thank you for requesting!! I hope you don’t mind me adding dehya, I just reallllly wanted to write for her :’). Anyways!! Hope you enjoy, and have a great rest of your day!!

— Xiao —

I think your more timid, and quiet personality mixes with xiao’s really well. I don’t know why but it’s givingggg power couple.

Anyways, I feel like xiao is pretty oblivious to your acts of service, he appreciates them but he doesn’t know why you’re doing them you know? Like when you help him with his wounds, or make him food, or do literally anything for him, he doesn’t understand… why.

You hum happily as you tend to xiaos clothes, mending them, and sewing back the tears in his clothes. Xiao watches from afar, seeing you so happy just… doing something for him. He doesn’t get it. Why are you being so nice to him? You even lent him some spare clothes you had, the thought of wearing clothes that are originally yours makes his cheeks flush. “Here you go!! All better now.” You say handing him his clothes and returning his thoughts to normal. Your sweet smile, and the way his clothes are gently folded- it’s all too much.

“Why do you do things for me?” He asks rather bluntly. Your smile drops, “what do you mean?” He glares, not out of malice, but out of frustration. He feels his question is rather silly to be honest, “I mean you help me when I’m wounded, you fix my clothes, you tidy my room at wangshu inn, and I don’t have to ask for any of it. Why do you do it?” Your blank face turns to one of pure adoration, and almost… pity, “because I care about you. Taking care of things, and people- it’s how I show love.” Your response isn’t what he expected, he honestly expected you were doing it an an exchange for your guaranteed protection. But in reality it was just as simple as… you loved him. He took his nicely folded clothes and disappeared, his heart racing, and face flushed. He hoped you didn’t notice before he left. 

I think after that encounter he gets much more flustered, and aware of your acts of service. He definitely appreciates it, and voices that appreciation in various ways. By checking in on you, idly hanging around you more, developing a crush on you you know. Simple things like that :)

He really hates that people take advantage of you, but he’s also very concerned that he’s doing the same… unintentionally JEGJEG. He’s like “that jerk just took advantage of [name] and I know it. Oh my god am I being a hypocrite right now? Am I doing the same as that jerk? Oh…” he’s very self conscious and worried that he’s taking advantage of you without realizing it. He’s not. You know he’s not.

— Wanderer —

Respectfully. He probably has told you to have a spine because of how often people take advantage of you. He’s harsh with his words, but they hold a strange sense of genuine concern, and care in them. He sees how these people hurt you, and he doesn’t want that of course, but he’ll express it in a way that comes off as much harsher than intended.

“I just don’t understand.” You say wiping your tears and sniffling. Wanderer sighs, and moves your hand from your face to wipe your tears himself, “I do. It’s because you don’t know how to tell others to do it themselves.” His usual glare is focused, worry pooling in his eyes, though he hides it very well. His heart may break a thousand times from seeing you cry, but you’ll never know that.

You look up at him, your tear filled eyes, and red face drenched in sorrow, and confusion as to why people are continuously walking all over you, how they have the audacity to do so. “I just… I wanna help people, I want to show them that I care.” You sob harder, your words broken up by hiccups. Wander thinks back to all the times you help him and his gaze softens, “people who have the sheer nerve to take advantage of you, don’t deserve your kindness. You need to actually have a backbone, and ignore them.” His words sting a bit, but you know he’s right. You wrap your arms about him to hug him, a sign of thanks for his advice.

He appreciates your help, and everything you do for him, but he’s the type to be like “no it’s fine I can do it myself” and be all stubborn even if… he can’t do it himself KEVEKEG. It’s rather annoying to be honest, you wanna showcase your feelings for him, and you can only do that in a simple way, and he won’t let you because of his own pride!!

He does let you do some things for him though. Mostly just things he doesn’t necessarily know how to do, like I feel like he isn’t superb at writing. Not that he’s bad at it per say, but he just isn’t great at it. So when you write him things, or write for him, he’s very appreciative. :)

— Dehya —

Strong independent woman!! Who will crumble by the fact that you so kindly do things for her, and enjoy doing them, and ahh. Dehya is a big acts of service person, it’s one of her main love languages too, so if you’re trying to tell her you love her (in a platonic/romantic way) then she absolutely loves it.

Dehya returns to your camp to notice food freshly made, clothes folded, and tents and beds made. “[name] did you really do all this while I was gone?” Dehya asks astonished. You turn around from folding another pair of clothes “hm? Oh yes!! I wanted to get some stuff done so we could enjoy ourselves. We’ve been traveling for a while, and while you were gone completing a commission, I just thought I’d be helpful…” a smile grows on dehya’s face at your words, her heart swells with all the love in the world for you.

I feel like dehya would try to do the same for you in a way. I don’t know how to explain but you both do things for each other, and it’s just a never ending cycle of basically saying “I LOVE YOU” “I LOVE YOU MORE” “NO I LOVE YOU MORE” “NO THATS IMPOSSIBLE I LOVE YOU THE MOST” “NO I-“ you get what I’m saying.

No one dares to take advantage of you, especially by the mere mention of dehya’s name :), so thankfully, you don’t have to worry about that.

[notrebs]

haikyu boys when you fall asleep on them

characters included: kageyama, atsumu, hinata, tanaka, sakusa

(established relationship!)

kageyama tobio:

ok he’d definitely be sosososo obsessed with making sure you get a good sleep

see you play a sport (if you don’t, pretend you do cause it’s cute), and you got tired after training

he came to find you at the gymnasium cause he wanted to go for dinner together

but you were practising late

and he found your commitment and passion to your sport endearing (cause he relates ya know??)

so he decided to join you in practice

even if that sport isn’t volleyball, i’m 100% sure he would learn the rules and about the sport in general just so he can talk about it with you

so he helps you in practice

(if it’s not volleyball) it’s cute even if he sucks ass at it cause you’re laughing together

but if it is volleyball you just find it hot how good he is

anyway i digress

so y’all are panting and done with training, ready to go for a fulfilling meal

and you do! you eat your fill.

then get lazy to walk home and get a taxi to drop you at one of your places (the other stays over!)

andddd in the taxi, you yawn a few times, then rest your head on his shoulder

he puts his arm around your waist and rests his head on your head

tobio knows you’re tired cause of your training that day, so he doesn’t disturb you and let’s you rest

and a while later, the taxi arrives at the destination

he’s tired from HIS training too, so as he sees the taxi coming to the end of the last stretch of road, he sighs out in relief, “finally, we can bathe and sleep.”

only to be met with silence

he turns to you, only to see your eyelids closed, chest rising and falling steadily

a slight smile tugs at the corners of his lips

yeah, he loves you a lot

BUT there’s now a difficulty

how was he going to wake you up to get out of the taxi…

like, you’re so tired and he doesn’t wanna disturb you cause he loves you so much but like you’re kinda at your house and you kinda needa get out of the taxi??

just as he’s pondering, the driver pulls over and stops the meter, telling tobio the price of the ride

like the sweetheart he is, he pulls out his wallet and pays for y’all, with no thoughts to ask you to pay half the bill

as he hands the cash to the driver, careful not to move his shoulder too much, he glances at your restful figure

and he makes a split second decision

so, he swings both yours and his bag over one shoulder each

and then he has one arm under your knee, the other supporting your back

he then shimmies his way out of the taxi, standing up with minimal jerking of his body to make sure you don’t wake up

he opens the house door with great difficulty, but he manages

your gym bags get chucked to one side, and he forgets about the shower he was gonna have

he sits on the couch, resting your head on a pillow on his lap

the rationale for this, because i’m pretty sure he’s thought of it:

he doesn’t wanna let you sleep on the bed while in your dirty clothes, because ew??

but like he can’t shower you while you sleep because 1. that’s weird 2. you’ll wake up

so he opts for this

and it’s not too bad because he has a great view of your face that he loves so much

and you two may very well spend the night like that

when you wake up, you both stink, but you’re just touched that he slept sitting up on the couch making sure not to move his legs just so you could get a good rest

ps he secretly loves having you sleep on him i GUARANTEE it because he’s such a physical touch kinda guy hehehhahahha

miya atsumu:

alright we already know he has a shit ton of fan girls right

imagine how jealous they all are when they see you sleeping on him LOL

you’re both waiting for your respective practice to start

you’re just scrolling through your phones, enjoying each others company

it’s been a long day, classes are tiring

and who doesn’t wanna have max energy for practice?

so, you begin to doze off while sitting on miya atsumu’s solid ass thighs….

he notices you’re asleep when you don’t respond to him when he shows you a tiktok he found funny

and his fan girls who are there to watch his training just to obsess over him see you on his lap

and they freak out (out of jealousy ofc)

“miya-san, why’s she sleeping on you?” “cause she’s my girlfriend, ya pig.”

“miya-san, shouldn’t you be going to practice? why have her on your lap?” “practice ain’t for another ten minutes. and why cant i have her on my lap?”

“all of ya go away. your squealin’ and badggerin’ ‘s gonna wake my girlfriend up.”

and when he manages to shoo them away, kita comes and says that practice is gonna start soon

“few more minutes”, atsumu says

the rest of the team starts streaming in, and when it’s right on the dot starting time of practice, he goes, “i love volleyball and all, but look at her. don’t wanna wake her up.”

osamu smacks him, telling him he has to do tough things sometimes

and then comes voice of reason, captain kita

“anyway, isn’t her practice gonna start now too?”

atsumu’s eyes go wide, remembering you had a friendly match today and it’s probably time for warm ups to be in session

so there’s no easy way to do it. he shakes you awake, and in the most urgent tone he could muster in the comical moment, he tells you it’s training time

when you realise, you kiss his cheek, and scramble off his lap, sprinting to your gymnasium

osamu smacks his brother the moment he’s up off the floor

“never thought my brother would be one lovesick sucker, eh ‘tsumu?”

and his brother is right, so for once, atsumu is left without a retort

the team is laughing at him, and suna is ofc recording this moment

hinata shoyo:

OKAY picture this

it’s class time, class is boring.

you’re tired, you’re dating him, your seat mate

so you lay your head on his shoulder

the original plan wasn’t to sleep, it just happened since his shoulder wasn’t too high for your head to reach (sorry lol but #shortking)

with the droning of your teacher as white noise, it actually made for quite a decent sleeping environment

hinata soon realised you had been on his shoulder for quite a while, and when he notices your steady breathing (the kinda breathing that people only do when they’re asleep yk what i mean??), he realises you’re asleep

and instead of what some studious guys would do, he goes, “sleeping in class what a great idea”

but before he does the same, he notices a few goosebumps had appeared on your arms

so he takes his jacket off, putting it over you and tucking it over your shoulders

and then rests his head on yours, both of you dozing right off

neither of you so much as batted an eyelid when the school bell rang at the end of lessons

just two kids in adjacent seats in front of an empty worksheet that should have been filled

an end only came to that moment when it was time for practice

it was like he had a sixth sense for when it was time for practice

like he just woke up, checked the clock, realised he had to go, but panicked when he realised he didn’t want you to lose your comfortable head rest

he gently poked your head, and said, “hey, i needa go for practice. keep my jacket, but wake up and go for your practice too! i know it starts in half an hour so rest here first!”

then, he sets an alarm on your phone to make sure you wake up on time

one last kiss on the temple and he’s off

he texts you telling you you fell asleep on him in class and you can keep his jacket first and that he set the alarm for you just in case you’re too disoriented to make sense of why you’re slumped over in your chair sleeping while hugging his jacket when you wake up

he’s just very sweet to you

like he wants to make sure you can wake up on time but wants you to be comfy while you can rest…. yk

[j-nope-not-today]

Hi! May i request some hcs of the tmnt boys reacting to their pregnant s/o getting kidnapped by the foot (and maybe going into labour), because they intend to take the baby/raise them to be a weapon? Please and thank you!

TMNT reaction to pregnant s/o being kidnapped

A/n: Thanks so much for requesting! I hope you like it!

Raphael

He was beyond mad that you had been taken by the foot.

I mean how could he let something like this happen?

He definitely takes all the blame for it happening

But he most definitely gets you back

Ain't no way the foot is getting away with something like this.

And as soon as he gets you back you are not leaving his sight.

Not you or the baby.

Your gonna have to give him a few weeks to realize that it's not his fault

He's just so scared of losing you both

So he's gonna be wayy more protective than before.

Any foot member that helped take you is no longer breathing

He's so upset he missed the birth 🤧

He was looking forward to it and he missed it bc of those jerks

So he's definitely gonna be all over your baby bc their just so precious!

He's gonna be so excited to hold them and hold you and gosh does he love you both!

Rest assured nothing like this will ever happen again.

Leonardo

He is absolutely distraught

Nothing could be more devastating than having come back to find you had been taken

He is on his way to rescue you and his baby the moment he finds you gone

And the people who helped take you both? Goners.

He was never gonna let something like this happen ever again

And he's so all over the both of you when your in his arms again

Console the poor boy.. he's gonna be so upset he missed the birth

He's gonna be so very protective of the baby and you once your back in the lair.

Although he may lessen up over time.

He's never gonna stop being protective..he can't have anything else happening to either of you.

Your both his entire world and after what happened there's no way he's gonna let up.

Donatello

He's never been angrier in his life

You and your baby are his everything

And imagine his absolute shock and surprise when he came home and neither of you were there.

Not you or his baby

And he was going to get you back at any cost.

And he did get you back and left a large message for any foot members left of what would happen if they so much as thought of touching his family again

He was pissed he missed the birth, but you both were okay and at the end of the day that's all that mattered

You both were okay and back with him and he was so grateful that neither of you were hurt

Maybe just a tad more protective, but he didn't push it

He knew you both would be okay bc he was gonna be there to protect you and rescue you always.

He's so fond of his new baby and he doesn't want to set them down and you can bet the first night with you both is spent with the sweet baby right in his arms.

Even with all your convincing to set the baby in the crib he has to hold them.

Michelangelo

Relatively calm up until he's got a foot member in front of him

Then he snaps bc you and his baby are his world

And they took you both and he wasn't gonna let that just slide.

The foot learn not to mess with either of you ever again

And he was so happy to have you back and so upset he missed the birth

He wanted to be there and your gonna have to give him a hug and reassure him it's okay that he missed the birth

He's got plenty of other first's he'll be there for and guaranteed he doesn't miss any of them

He gives you the tightest hug when he gets you back and refuses to set the baby down for even a minute

Their just so cute! So precious and he loves them so much!!

Of course at some point you do convince him to set down the baby so you two can spend some time holding one another and he's all for it

But he's never letting his baby out of his sight he's gonna be soo protective

Your gonna have to tell him to chill at some point. You both have him to save you if need be.

[weministertomonsters]

The Abominable Drider (Ceyli)

“Don’t bother screaming,” her abductor said as soon as he pulled the blindfold from her eyes.

He looked sympathetic but didn’t seem particularly interested in helping her. Still, she had to try.

“Please-”

“No. I have tried this before and my master punished me severely,” he said, pulling his collar away from his chest so that she could see the patchwork of scars. “So I will refrain from helping anyone in the future.”

“But you can also escape,” she said breathlessly. “You have the keys.”

“No, I will always stay by my Master’s side,” he said, crouching beside her to loosen the ropes around her ankles. “Go on, if you’re lucky you will be received as a new toy rather than food. However, I cannot guarantee it.”

“What is in the cave?” She stammered.

The man grew impatient and shoved her past the metal gate, slamming it behind her. She clung to the bars and attempted to plead with him, but he rolled his eyes and stomped away. She sank to the ground and put her head on her knees, sighing. Crying was useless. No one was coming for her but at least she didn’t have to go any further into the cave. She cradled her knees to her chest and shivered in her thin cotton dress. Despite everything, she began to doze, her head lolling against the wall and eyelashes fluttering as she fell into an uneasy slumber. She woke up a few short minutes later as something brushed against her foot. She jerked her leg back, stifling a scream as she looked around wildly. It was just a mouse, those she could handle. She watched the small furry thing scuttle off into the dark and sensed something else watching her but no matter where she looked, she couldn’t find anything amiss. That was until she looked up and saw something crouched on the shadowy ceiling. It was too dark to see much, but the long arachnid legs and multiple glowing red eyes told her enough. Whatever it was, it was enormous, some kind of giant spider creature with thin strands of hair drooping from a head that hung upside down with the rest of the body. Surely one of the experiments.

She didn’t dare scream but began to shiver until her teeth chattered audibly. She couldn’t look away despite the horror. The creature eventually shifted its position, and she couldn’t help but let out a scream, scrambling to her feet and running further into the cave away from it. She could hear the stone ceiling grind under its numerous limbs as it followed her. That only scared her more, and she ran blindly into the dark until she eventually fell into something. Exhausted and breathless, she rolled onto her back and patted around. Whatever she had fallen on felt like cloth, but it was also wispy and slightly sticky. Webbing. What had she done, fallen right into its nest? She twisted to blunder out of the soft creation, but the creature had caught up to her and towered in the entrance of the silky cocoon. She could vaguely make out the shape of it with the little light that came from the entrance to the cave. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel the veins in her throat jump. She squealed and flattened her body against the web as the spider inched closer, plucking at the web like it couldn’t see very well. She lay still, hoping that maybe it would pass her by and she could sneak away, but her hopes were dashed as the creature began to skitter over her and realized what it was trying to find was right under itself and it paused. It leaned its humanoid upper half down and she glimpsed a snub nose and twitching mandibles before fear got the better of her and she was screaming again, expecting to be eaten alive. But the pain never came. Her eyes blinked open to see that face still hovering above hers.

“Done?” The creature whispered. “Very much noisy, you are.”

“Please don’t eat me!” She cried out. “P-please.”

The creature hummed and she shut her eyes as its face got even closer. Its soft mandibles patted her face, stroking her skin. “No,” the creature said. “Not eat. Very pretty. Too pretty to eat.”

Relief eased the tension in her muscles until she remembered what the man had said about “new toys”. Was that fate a better one?

“Please get off,” she said, wiping the tears away from her face. “I promise won’t scream again.”

“No, soft and warm with a nice smell. Ceyli likes it here,” the creature declared and promptly settled its furry lower half on her body, taking care not to put all of its weight on its new acquisition.

She wasn’t sure what to do and thought that struggling might make things worse, so she lay there and tried not to sneeze as the dust in the creature’s fur tickled at her nose. Those mandibles patted her face again and she closed her eyes to protect them from getting poked. The spider ran her hair through its mandibles, chuffing and mumbling quietly. And then, it moved on to the rest of her body. She tried to leave it to explore in peace, but when those mandibles patted curiously over her breasts, she had enough and pushed its face away.

“Softer than most humans I have known,” Ceyli declared. “I like it.”

She grumbled in embarrassment and squirmed away, rolling onto her stomach to try and pull herself out from under it. While she endeavored to do so, those mandibles leaned down to give her butt a friendly pat-pat.

“Soft here too!” Came the delighted cry from the spider.

Annoyed and fearless as a result, she rolled over and kicked. The spider caught her ankle before it could land a hit and huffed.

“Humans. Only two limbs you have. What will you use to walk if one must break off?”

“Our legs don’t break off,” she said. “Let me go.”

“No. Let me feel your funny small limbs.” The mandibles swept from her foot to her knee and she almost jerked her leg away, a small laugh escaping her.

Ceyli did it again, to hear her laugh. She laughed even louder and continued to do so until their mandibles ventured a little too high, tickling her upper thigh. No longer amused, she kicked and caught the face. It barely hurt, but Ceyli retreated, crouching in the entrance to their nest and waving their mandibles, upset.

“Little human so soft, yet act spiky,” they complained. “I am much hurt.”

* * *

I was practicing drawing on my phone and created the most hilariously ugly drider I have ever seen. And that inspired this story. Now, Ceyli is a tarantula, but he's not a "purebred" drider because he's a prototype created by a scientist. So he looks wrong, with more limbs than he should have and broken spinnerets that cause him to uncontrollably leak silk.

[deadlysoupy]

Watching Paint Dry

Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Bumblebee & Starscream (Transformers), Bumblebee/Starscream (Transformers) Tags: Developing Relationship, Enemies to Friends, Forced Proximity, Autobot/Decepticon Cross-Faction Friendship, Autobot/Decepticon Cross-Faction Romantic Relationship Series: Part 3 of I can tell just what you want (you don't want to be alone)

"Bumblebee, get in here! It's urgent! Um... Jawbreaker is stuck in a pipe!"

Mo stifles a laugh as she runs into the Dugout, changing walkie-talkie's channel to local.

"He's coming! Is Starscream in yet?"

"Oh, he's so in," Hashtag answers, static in the background from a bad connection. "They'll be best friends after this, I guarantee it! The TV cannot be wrong!"

For @trashhole

Read on AO3 or under Read More:

There is no emergency at the Dugout, Bumblebee realises way too late. When he runs into the room his optics land on a frowning Starscream, servo on his tilted hip in irritation. And not a Terran in sight.

“Sorry, Bee!” he turns around to a not-very-guilty Mo punching the button on a remote – and the door separates him and the rest of the family, to leave with a maniac of a mech.

Bumblebee should have known better when it comes to kids. It’s just like them to force anyone they wish to try talking it out – even if no one wants to. 

He can’t blame them, exactly, but he will make sure they know he won’t let it slide that easily, too. 

“Of course they would trap us together. How typical of them. You let them watch too much TV, Bumblebee, it’s rotting their brain circuitry.”

Bumblebee dreads the next hours of shutdown. 

“It’s not their fault you can’t work with us for a change instead of being a complete aft.”

“And now it’s my fault? Why am I not surprised?” Starscream turns away with panache to watch the clock count down one second at a time. “At least pretend to not be a jerk. It can help, you know.”

“I don’t see how it would. Compared to my glorious self, you look like you could use a talking-down now and again.”

He arches a brow. “Was that a height joke?”

“What do you think?” a predatory smile makes its way on Starscream’s face and Bumblebee can barely hold his gun to not blast it away. Instead, he sighs. 

“You know what? Fine,” he shrugs. Making his way to the control panel, Bee spots a relatively peaceful spot on the ground to spend the next two hours on. Starscream’s gaze darts between the tightly closed door and the countdown illuminating the room. 

Propping an arm on his knee, Bumblebee keeps his optics to the ground as Starscream sits a few feet from him. Time doesn’t seem to pass when he checks the countdown on his internal clock synced with the Dugout. 

Of all the mechs to be stuck with. Of all the mechs to befriend – or be befriended by, more like – the Terrans, it just had to be Starscream. 

Starscream, who offlined an Autobot right in front of him, only to laugh at his face afterwards and boast about his great achievement to Megatron. Starscream, who held a gun to his spark to bargain with Optimus Prime. Starscream, who loomed over the skies on the lookout for non-affiliated Cybertronians, who only search for a way to survive in a world where you either have to be a killer, or be killed. 

He is vaguely aware of the dent in his palm from his clenched fist. 

“I know what you’re thinking,” Starscream’s sharp voice cuts through the silence. Bee pats himself on the back for not flinching. "I'm a vicious Decepticon bent on destroying everyone I set my eyes on. And you would be right, of course," he dismissively shugs. 

When the rest doesn't come, Bumblebee is forced to walk into Starscream’s carefully set up trap. "There is a "but" coming, right?"

"But I don't do it senselessly, my dear Autobot. Picture this: your people see you as nothing more than a scheming rodent, someone below them and their superior rule. It’s nearly impossible to earn respect amongst those monsters."

And Bumblebee definitely sees something there. For more cycles than he can count, Bumblebee had been viewed as a bot who needed to be supervised, not to be trusted with important missions. Or missions Bumblebee at the time considered important, anyway. It’s why he still feels echoes of the times long gone, when the need to prove his worth overrides his brain to the point of recklessness. 

He’s no Decepticon, though.

“That’s no excuse. Don’t justify your actions and twist them into survival. There’s always a way.”

Starscream snicker is not kind. “And who taught you that? The Terrans? Who have seen no war?” his frame turns to face Bumblebee, one servo pressed to the ground for balance. “You know what was at stake. I don’t regret my decisions even for a nano-second, but if you think that I didn’t at least try to find a better way, then you’re just as stupid as the rest of them.”

The silence that follows has Bumblebee in a chokehold. His gaze travels on Starscream, analysing his drive to make sense of his crimes, of his killings, of his betrayals. 

“I’ve said too much. Enjoy the rest of these painful hours in silence, little Autobot, and we’ll see who comes out the same when it’s done.”

Sympathy does not come easily these days – and Starscream makes it that much harder. 

[blythebitez]

7 Princes of hell Dick Predictions.

-Nsfw, monster cocks, lovecraftian slongs, otherworldly dicks, (seriously bad dragon dildo type levels) (Belphegor is intersex)

-Lucifer

- 8 Inches hard, 2.3 inches thick.

- times 2

-Lucifer is packing two for the price of one.

-His dicks are a light pale peach color at the base and then curves upwards into a deep shade of red at the tips.

-His dicks have ridges and textures on them guaranteeing to rub up against your walls.

-He keeps his hair nice and trimmed, wanting hair to feel dominant but not letting it run a muck.

-His balls are clean and smooth, although having two dicks he only has one pair of balls.

-He usually cums a lot due to having two. Sadly to his dismay it may drip out and leak everywhere. He could never fill you up properly without it leaking due to his load size.

-He can find it a hassle sometimes with having two of them. One always feels left out during a blow job but he’s genuinely fine with his breeder.

-Mammon

-7 inches hard, 2.3 inches thick.

-his dick is a little bit skinner, but it’s nothing to sneer at. A mer human could never compare.

- His base starts at a darker shade of brown and creeps up into a golden tip. His tip is sorta a round triangle shape.

-His base is fatter then the rest of it. It going in is defiantly what’s going to turn the most.

-Small tiny edges form when trailing up his dick making it get slightly thicker. The tip is the thinnest part of his cock and as you make your way down it just keeps on getting bigger

-he’s also got a ton of veins to add to the pleasure.

-he’s trimmed, he likes the feeling of hair. It gives him some pride.

-He loves just lowering you down on it slowly to see you take it

-his balls are quite big, and he loves cumming inside of you.

-His cum also has an effect on your body, giving you twenty four hours of good luck!

-Lucky you!

-Leviathan

-where to even start…

-So he’s 9-12 inches (hard?) 2.7 inches thick

-so take what you’re thinking right now, and multiply it by 3

- His cocks are tentacles.

-Yes I said cocks, he has 3 of them to be exact.

-hair kinda irritates him so he’s completely shaven

-his tentacles are a faded purple from his peach stomach

-They all have suction cups that’ll suck and fuck your insides.

-Your insides will be covered in purple hickeys from them.

-And from how flexible they are, all three of them can easily slip in and fill you up.

-They contract and twist inside of you giving you so much pleasure.

-Sometimes his other two tentacles like to jerk off one.

-Satan

-His dick is 9 inches hard and 3 inches thick

-his cock is relatively tame compared to the rest, the most normal looking one.

-he has ridges and his tip is mushroom shaped making it hurt when he tries to go in.

-his tip is a lime green that also glows in the dark a little bit.

-he has light veins running through it.

-Instead of hair, feathers sprout next to it sometimes where he has to pluck them off.

-very thick and rounded. Lube is defiantly needed whenever you two want to have sex.

-sex helps him distress, he probably has the second biggest libido in the family.

-He likes you to cock warm him while he sleeps,

-Asmodeus

- His cock sorta morphs lengths, it’s 2.4 inches wide.

-His cock resembles a tongue and has pink barbs along it. Lots of ridges to make you feel loved~

-and of course it’s pink <3

-He can shape it while it’s inside of you, often plumping it up to fill you to the brim. Teasing you along the way.

-He also doesn’t break a sweat, he can control the organ from it’s base.

-He also teases you often, saying it has tastebuds and that you always taste so sweet~

-his cum has aphrodisiac effect so you can keep up with his libido~ even when your insides are raw <3

-shaves every day. Hair is unacceptable, out of the question.

-he loves his dick, defiantly the perfect cock for an incubus like himself.

-Beelzebub

- 12 inches long, 3 inches thick.

-He’s packing it. It should frighten you whenever he wants to fuck you.

-it is a darkened tan color closer to the base and then a beautiful brown and orange mixture at the top.

-It is beastly shaped, like a fleshy rectangle shape.

-Beel doesn’t really shave, he doesn’t see the point in it. He’ll trim if you really beg him too.

-but getting this thing inside is a pain, it being inside is also a pain, Lube is REQUIRED.

-Beel often feels bad when he fucks you, he tries to go slow so you’re in the least pain as possible. But no mater how many times or frequently you two go at it, it’ll always hurt a bit.

-Luckily for you, most of the time he loves to give instead of receive, and that long tongue will have you ringing out on end for days.

-He enjoys your taste a lot <3

-Belphegor

-Now Belphegor is quite a special case.

-His dick is 8 inches hard and 2 inches wide, quite tall and skinny.

-His pale peach color fades to a pale indigo color, small patches of a cow print pattern run up it here and there.

-But he also has a vagina. And that’s what you should really be scared of.

- His vagina looks normal, but. Inside of it is where there are a few quirks…

-Firstly and probably the best part of it all, is that there’s a tongue like organ inside of his canal’s roof. He can move it out and give you the time of your life.

-secondly… It has teeth along it’s inner lips.

-and sadly for him he can’t control it much, especially when he has an orgasm… his walls clench down therefore… so does his teeth.

-And sometimes he’s just so tired to top you, so he’ll beg and whine and annoy you all day to fuck his pussy. It’s where he feels the most pleasure after all.

-He’ll genuinely apologize if he bites you.

-It’s best to please him with a strap on if you value any of your limbs.

But if you refuse to touch his death hole, he’ll whine… the best thing to do is cock warm him while he sleeps to make him feel better.

[madameminor]

How about this prompt - “Is that a thong?”

It can be with any of the boys! Maybe they spot Y/N's thong when they're bending over to work on something? >:)

Feel free to pick any gender for the reader. Thank you <3

My dearest neon- it was an honor writing for you. I hope this is everything you could have wanted and more.

Fem!reader x Fives, Fem!reader x Echo

Notes - 18+ below the separator. She/her pronouns. Lingerie, voyeurism, oral (f! receiving) unprotected p in v (There's a reason it's fantasy, y'all.)

Laundry Day:

That one bane of everyone’s existence – laundry.

In the GAR, it takes on a whole new level of annoyance for the women of the company. With so many different shapes and sizes for body gloves and uniforms( compared to the clones all being THE SAME), you’re never guaranteed to get something that fits.

So you’d worked something out with the service droids in the laundry barracks. Once a week in the very late (or very early) hours of the night, you were allowed to sneak in and wash your own clothes instead of turning them in to be ‘processed’. In exchange, you gave the droids on duty a little tune up before sending them off for a bit of rest and recharge. (The perks of being a mechanic- you always have a bargaining chip with droids.) It was a convenient exchange. Especially since they didn’t mind that you were practically naked.

That’s how you were now, leaning over the running machine in naught but a black lacey bra and a thong to match. It was laundry day, these were the ONLY things you owned that were clean, since, well, you didn’t exactly get to use them much. You sighed, looking up at the near-nest of washing machines laid out like theatre seats at an opera, the lower half of them whirling while the upper were silent- a few hours of rest so the machines didn’t break down so quickly. No one ever came down this way, especially not at this time of night. The shaking of the machine was peaceful in its way, and you folded your arms in front of you, hoping to at least sink into a light doze while your clothes spun…

“Is that a thong?”

Oh shit.

You jerked up and looked to the door closest to you. Your stomach rebelled against the sight: Fives- a trooper who you’d been steadily flirting with, AND his twin Echo- a clone you TRIED to flirt with, though he always lost himself to blushes. Fives was leaning against the door frame with a beaming smile, Echo looked more embarrassed, but still wasn’t looking away.

You were too shocked to do anything but blink. “What are you two doing down here?”

“What are WE doing down here?” Fives chuckle went right through you. “You’re the one standing there looking like a late night adult holovid come to life.” You could feel his eyes travel up your legs, over your torso, lingering on the black thong framing your hips.

Echo gulped a bit, unsuccessfully swallowing his arousal. “Those…those REALLY aren’t regulation.”

Something in you smiles at his unease, gave you a bit of power back. “I…I don’t wear them on duty. Just when I’m doing laundry”

“That’s a shame,” you could hear Fives say under his breath.

Echo turned to chide him. “Fives.” He looked back at you, trying to regain his composure. And failing miserably. “He gets this way about thongs…they drive him a bit-uh, I mean they just… do it for him. And on you it’s… well it looks especially…”

“Doable.” Fives voice is low, but excited.

You know that feeling where you KNOW you look good and therefore everything you want is at your fingertips? You do now. You smile at the lust in one set of eyes, the desire in the other’s, then lift yourself to sitting on top of the washing machine, your feet perching on the edge.

“Want a closer look?”

Their reactions are in sync – Echo’s breath catches while Fives grins.

“Fuck yes I do.” They look at each other for a moment before Fives stands and heads towards you.

“Not interested, Echo?” you purr as Fives closes in.

I’ll…I’ll keep an eye out. For anyone who might be… passing by.” But he isn’t looking to the hallway- he’s staring right at you as you let your legs fall open for Fives to see.

Fives connects with you at your knees, sliding his hands down from your knees to the crease of your thighs, staring hungrily at the delicacies before him.

“If I knew you looked like this under your overalls, I would have bothered you a lot more.”

“You can bother me now, trooper. I’d like that.”

He lets out a long steady breath. “Oh mesh’la, if you insist.”

His fingers slide under the fabric between your thighs and lightly pull up, the thinnest part flirting against your lips, your clit. It’s been long enough that it feels like lust, your head falling back with a light moan.

“Fuck, mesh’la. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” His finger traces up and down- your lips on one side, your thong on the other. He can’t look away from it. “So beautiful like this. I just want to…”

You can feel a kiss on the inside of your thigh and you shiver. “Yes. I’m saying yes. I’m saying please for the love of the Force yes.”

“Oh thank the maker.” His mouth is hot as his kisses turn to light nips into his tongue teasing along your thong, just short of the folds of your wet lips. Fuck, you can FEEL his reverence, FEEL how much he wants to dive in and taste you.

The first swipe of his tongue pulls another moan from you. You look up to meet his eyes, lusting and excited and grateful as he pulls your thong aside and gives in to his urges, laying his whole mouth in for the feast.

DAMN was he good at this. You’re grateful for the privacy down here in the center of droid territory so that no one can hear your short frantic moans. Well… no one but Echo. You loll your head over to watch where he is and almost smirk with satisfaction- he can’t take his eyes off of you. His mouth is hanging open, his eyes glazed over, his hand desperately clawing at his codpiece. He looks embarrassed when you catch his eye and the sight sends a wave through you- knowing he’s watching and wanting and… yet hesitating. You place one hand on Fives’ head.

“Fives,” he looks up and you indicate his brother with your head “do you mind if he…”

Fives looks over to his twin and takes in his state. He grins and nods in approval. “I wondered what made you clench like that.”

You blush a little bit before looking back at Echo, still looking a bit ashamed. “Echo- I want to see you. Please? NNNNN!” Your eyes loll back as Fives returns his attention with a satisfied sigh to your ‘pretty little cunt’. When you look back at Echo through your haze of pleasure, he’s unclasped his cod piece and pulled out- lord a sizeable length- and started stroking himself with a relieved groan. You can feel yourself clench again and Fives’ chuckle thrum through you, vibrations pushing a small whimper from your lips. Fuck, it all feels so good, being eaten out and WATCHED while completely losing yourself to the perfection of skill.

“Oooo Fives that feels so good. Ah AH!” He’s slipped a finger inside of you, curving up to drive you forward towards your orgasm. You feel it approaching like a star destroyer through hyperspace, hips moving on their own to feel him to the finish line. “Please make me cum, oh FUCK I’m so close. Fives, Fives I’m going to- oh KRIFF-“ And there it is, your body convulsing in full head to toe fashion, your walls clenching around his finger as you completely let go of any inhibitions. It relaxes muscles you didn’t know were tensing, and had been tensing for far too long. You try not to pant over long as you ride his finger to completion, his tongue still sending the occasionally shiver through your clit as he licks you clean.

He slowly removes his finger as he stands over you, pressing his cod piece to your lower lips to ground you. “Want to see how you taste?”

“Yes.”

He kisses you with no hesitation, taking your groan into his mouth as his tongue finds yours. Gods you taste so good on his lips- or maybe you’re tasting the pleasure he took at pleasing you to completion. Whatever it was, you’re drunk off of it, and you want more.

“Don’t stop there, trooper. Jobs only half done.”

His eyes light up as the hunger creeps back in. “Here?”

“Here. Now. Just like this, Fives.”

He wastes no time unbuckling his cod piece and puling out his length- gods it’s the same size as Echo’s. Fucking clones. He’s so hard, he’s already leaking. He lines up between your folds, kissing you as he slowly pushes into you, the noise from his throat an animalistic groan. He pulls back and drops his head onto your shoulder as he fucks into you, one hand clasping the back of the washing machine. Fuck he feels so good, filling you up to the brim each time he hilts, your groans sounding in tandem as he works you the way you’ve both been craving-

-then you hear a soft panting moan, and you look up to see: Echo is almost as lost as the two of you.

His eyes are wild, he can’t look away. He’s propped himself up on the side of the doorway, furiously pumping himself. You can hear him groaning your name as he watches his brother fuck into you so hard that the machine shakes, your pulsating cries almost deafening the whir of the surrounding washers. Just the sight of him wanting you so badly he’ll watch another man fuck you- you clench so hard around Fives’ cock that he moans a cry into your neck. You weave one hand into his hair, holding him close as you start to cum again. “OmakeromakerFives, I’m cuming again please don’t stop.”

“I’ve got you mesh’la. FUCK I’ve got you, cum for me. Cum for me while I empty into you.”

You’re so close- and all you can think as you near your high is what you scream out.

“Maker, Echo… cum with me. Please cum with me Echo- I’m-”

You hear a curse and a strangled cry from Echo, sending you careening into another mind-bending orgasm, clenching Fives’ cock so tight you swear he whimpers before painting your walls with his hot white ropes. Each stutter brings you further into the waves of bliss, your nails digging into his head in an effort to keep the bliss building even as you melt apart, panting as you fall into the euphoria of the afterglow.

Fives gently leans up to meet your lips, gentle this time, looking for connection rather than carnal satisfaction. You smile into his kiss, caressing his face with the hand that was in his hair, already feeling his cum leaking from you before he pulls out with a groan.

“Damn, mesh’la. That was… you are AMAZING.” There is true wonder in his voice, and you can’t help the mental hair flip.

“You weren’t so bad yourself, trooper,” you grin, kissing his nose. He laughs and pulls your thong back in place before finding his cod piece on the ground, reluctantly putting it back on.

You glance over to Echo. He’s sunk down to sitting, panting, his back against the door frame, his cum plastering the opposite side. You kiss Fives on the cheek before making your way over to Echo, dropping to your knees in front of him.

“Mesh’la…I’m…I’m sorry. I couldn’t-“

You put one finger to his lips to shush him before leaning in to kiss him. You don’t hold back, both hands to his face as his breath quickens, arms circling your waist. After a moment, you break off, staring down at the dazed, delirious eyes gazing up at you with admiration. You look up at Fives as he joins you two, leaning against the wall.

“Maybe next time…you can BOTH keep me company?”

Echo’s eyes light up, a mix of excitement with a dash of fear. “N…next time?”

You grin, nuzzling him before looking back up at his brother. “Of course. I’m here at least once a week. Dressed like this. Bored to tears.”

Fives kneels down by you, eyes already dreaming. “I’m sure we’ll be passing by this way again.”

Your fingers entwine in his hair, pulling him into a kiss as you squeeze. “Oh goody.”

[jokatsuya]

Love and immortality

Part IV Part I Part II Part III

Morpheus x reader

Wordcount: 1284

Warnings: mention of drowning and death

Summary: The last hundred years? (Y/n) is guaranteed to have imagined them differently at the last meeting with the unknown. So what happened until 1689?

A/n: You didn't seriously think (y/n) would be straight, did you? I mean, this is a story about the Sandman series. There's no one who's straight. Don't worry, there will be a future with Morpheus. And with that, have fun with the next part! Yours JoKatsuya

Pressing my clothes against me, I struggle forward and try to tear myself away from the man who is trying to hold me back. His firm grip on my shoulder sends a sharp pain up my arm and back. He should release me, damn it. Even though I wasn't the best dressed here, by God I wasn't, he still had to treat me properly. Why did people always have to judge by appearances? One of those things that will very likely never change, unfortunately. What a shame.

>>Don't touch me! Get out of my way!<<, I beg him in an exasperated voice while still struggling with his hand. I even mean to feel a spreading numbness already.

>>Get back to the stews with the rest of the filth.<<, he hisses at me and grabs even tighter, whereupon all he gets from me is a pain-filled hiss.

>>Let her be. She is my guest.<<, the rough voice comes through to me, for which I have been waiting again for a hundred years. A few seconds later, fortunately, I feel the grip slowly loosening. Brushing my disheveled hair out of my face, which had gained its current position in the course of the fight, I look in the direction where he was sitting.

Detaching myself completely from the man, I pull my shoulder away at the same time with a jerk. I straightened my dress, if what I was wearing could still be called that, and took a deep breath. God, what had become of me?

Briefly casting a cursory glance over the staring people, I pull the chair back as quietly as possible so that I don't get any more attention from the other guests. Completely exhausted, I let myself sink down onto it.

There he sat now, again after all this time. His raven black hair was even longer this time than at our first meeting. It...suited him. The clothes, perfectly fitted and black as night. The only accent of color against his alabaster skin and dark clothes was the deep red ruby. I'm going to have to get out of the habit of these looks at all our meetings.

Embarrassed, I place my first words to him tonight: >>I knew you'd be here.<< The pervasive smell of the food on the table rises to my nose, making my stomach growl. Caught off guard, I wrap my arms around my stomach and look down at the table, uncomfortably touched. When was the last time I had a real meal? I can't even remember.

>>I'm sorry...<<, I apologize quietly.

Suddenly, his long fingers appear in front of me and signify me to take some of what's on the table. Even though I feel bad, I reach for a piece of bread. All the while, I feel his blue-gray eyes on me.

>>Do you know how hungry you can get? If you don't die but you don't eat?<<, I utter as I swallow the first few bites. What's in my mouth right now feels like a gift from heaven.

>>I lost it all. My reputation, my husband. He...died a year after we last met. I didn't go out much after that. They said it was Ignis sacer. He didn't deserve that.<<, I confess, trying to hold back the individual tears that try to make their way down my cheeks. Even if it wasn't love between us, we still had a very good friendship and despite that it's been over nine decades now, it still saddens me.

>>I didn't go out much after that.<<, I add and slowly look back up at him before lowering my gaze down again, >>I'd lived there 10 years, overconfident. I got out with my skin a little more. And then it got worse. And worse and...worse.<<

My eyes meet his. The anticipation of my words not yet spoken is written right on his face. But I couldn't tell him what was burning on my heart. No one could. I clench my teeth to appear as calm as possible again. That night I had definitely said enough already and what happened last time cannot, no must not, happen again - even if it means hiding a part of me.

The sweet taste of grape runs down my throat as I pop one of the little red balls into my mouth. A true gift from heaven.

>>What got worse and worse and worse?<<, he finally asks in a slow, interested voice, pinching his eyebrows together slightly.

He didn't want to know. No one wanted to, and if anyone did hear, you'd be condemned. Actually, that's putting it far too kindly. What happened last time should never happen again.

>>No matter what it is.<<

My eyes narrowed and surveyed him skeptically. He definitely didn't know what he was talking about.

After I have no intention of answering him, he takes the floor again: >>We have a deal.<< His words just drip with slowly building anger. I have not yet experienced this determination from him. Did I even have a choice anymore?

With a gulp, I try to get rid of the lump in my throat and lean over to him. With a flowing movement, he does the same to me.

>>Can I trust you?<<, I ask hesitantly. I mean, what do I have to lose except my life, which wouldn't be any more anyway? An admittedly bizarre statement, if one would consider it without context.

His now wide-open eyes literally shine with interest and he nods cautiously.

>>I was dating...a women. That's why I was accused of being a witch. Three times they tried to drown me - a disgusting feeling, years of persecution.<<, I whisper in a heavy voice after making sure there was no one in our immediate vicinity right now. His face now turns towards mine. As soon as the words have left my mouth I slowly let myself slide back into the chair. Only a few agonizingly long seconds later does he sit down again.

Tensely I wait for an answer, but nothing. No funny, contemptuous or even disgusted grimace, no indignant comment, nothing. With each moment of silence, my eyes grow wider, my lips drier, my breathing shallower.

A small upward twitch of the corners of his mouth: >>Love?<<

These words alone inevitably bring my tense muscles back to rest, causing an excited little smile to move to my lips: >>It was almost there.<<

>>The other time?<<, he inquires just euphorically for his conditions, destroys at the same time however also any euphoria over his character which he had just attained.

Clearing my throat, I answer through clenched teeth: >>I've hated every second of the last 80 years, every bloody second. You know that? It's hard to live up from the bottom again as a woman without selling yourself.<<

>>So do you still wish to live?<<, the stranger's question overwhelms me and a downright droll laugh escapes me.

>>Are you crazy?<<, I finally answer, whereupon his facial expression collapses somewhat.

>>Death is a mug's game. I got so much to live for.<<, I state my opinion clearly. I don't know what's coming for me yet, but I haven't known that my whole life. Who does? Isn't that what makes life really exciting - worth living?

The stranger's lips curl in response to my answer. An enchanting sight. For my sake, he could be whatever he wanted, he had my vote. Let alone that he needed it or the like. He was nice and charming in his own way.

I take another bite of the delicious bread and look around the tavern again. I wonder how it will change again until the next time.

Strictly do not: copy, claim or translate those stories of mine anywhere else

tags: @mikariell95

[luwupercal]

this post got five likes so i'm posting this vignette. it's part of an au i discussed w @horuslupercal a while ago i might've posted about it? anyway here's a little under 1000 words written at 5 AM. very funny i guarantee!! if you can guess when it's set and/or what's going on you win an internet cookie <3. but with no more addendums here is:

PUNCH.

They would be known as "cameras", to you, the flock of glass-eyed artefacts that descend upon the occasion. Recording footage for a—now perhaps not-so-glorious—posterity, these clockwork vultures are the emotionless wandering eye of an empire that’s not so much in mourning as it is in doubt: how can the mighty fall? How many lies have they promised? How mad should they be? The remembrancers manning the swarm will provide, hopefully, part of the answer to these questions; the rest of it, tonight at 8, on every planet unlucky enough to have figured out 24-hour media circuses.

One of these cameras seems unremarkable. Its model isn't even gold-plated and engraved like the fashion demands nowadays, shy in its bare steel shell—but it is, actually, a very lucky camera. In fact, it might be the luckiest. (Its contents will soon propel its wielder into non-literal Sainthood for the next century, and if possible, literal Sainthood for two after that—no small task, dare I say).

This camera is not trained on the procession: its larger and better sister has that job, and the lucky little camera's operator instead is swerving around the crowd, trying to capture this energy. She wants to do her own documentary filmmaking, you see, but she's stuck apprenticing; but this is such a powerful moment in the history of Humanity, she gathers, that, even if nothing happens, any footage she captures—on this humble silver creature—of the unnameable emotion currently permeating the air is something that can, and will, be used for millennia to come.

But remember: this camera is lucky, and so her operator—her name would translate to Daisy, with some liberties—notices a break in a vital part of those gathered, in a half-shadowed corner.

Two relatives, both tall and long haired; one steps aside, the other follows on cue, invited. They separate somewhat from the crowd, and Daisy's lucky, lucky camera zooms closer. As the view inches forward, the shorter figure's body language changes; he steps back, away from the other. Then his—limbs, so to speak, his whole body, the soft enormity of it, raises its hackles. He steps closer to the taller one, who looks unphased, surprised maybe, annoyed at the surprise. And then, right after the camera jerks forward one last time, the action comes.

The lucky, lucky camera is the only one who records any footage of Sanguinius punching the everloving shit out of Lion El'Jonson's jaw at the late Warmaster's funeral. 

It remains its homeworld's most prized possession, even today.

The Lion, of course, has an approximate shit-tonne of metric force directed to his face by a man who flies with those back muscles. So, yes, he stumbles. It is in fact a testament to his strength that he doesn't fucking crashland on his derrière. He doesn't get the last word in the argument; Sanguinius rejoins the funeral procession, now fuming at the audacity. New warmaster. New warmaster! A proposal to fill the post! At their brother's funeral—Sanguinius never believed the Lion to be so thoughtless, but this is something else. At their brother's—when they should be—his eyes well up once more. Sanguinius thought grief was an old friend, for those who raised him, for his sons, for—for unnameable people. He didn't expect the suddenness—he likes the Baalite word, súbito—of this loss. It feels like an old and loveable neighbour is pummeling him across the chest with a hammer; these are not, necessarily, tears he wants to turn into a fashion statement.

The Lion rejoins his family after a minute, pride wounded in more ways than one. Fulgrim shoots him an unabashed look, then makes a maddened grin of disbelief that the Lion actually growls at. Fulgrim ignores that, shooting a wide-eyed glance and a head-tilt at Ferrus—who's been occasionally side-eyeing Fulgrim's thicker-than-usual makeup for the funeral with confusion, and Lion has noticed that, thank you very much—to indicate to him Lion's new angel-given bruise. Ferrus doesn't have the willpower to hold back a snort, and the Lion swears vengeance on both of them—failing to notice, of course, how his appearance has been the first thing to produce such a reaction out of an unusually quiet Fulgrim in the whole day.

Next to Ferrus is Guilliman—Angron is absent, as is Curze, for perhaps the obvious reasons that they're technically-at-large-Terra has it covered do not even worry; Roboute notices Ferrus's double-take and steels his expression, still trying to will away with determination alone the ugly redness that creeps over his patrician features when he's recently cried in fear. Mortarion, next over, doesn't see any of it, his face under the hood a terrifyingly blank mask; Magnus, fresh from colloquial house arrest and with his hair tamed perhaps for the first time since the Lion met him, has already turned to Sanguinius, sensing a new emotion in the maelstrom of his grief. (It isn't so much anger or offence as it is wrath). Besides Fulgrim, Perturabo peers at him so discreetly the Lion almost doesn't notice and then looks back at Horus's grave, dissociated; Jaghatai Khan not so much sees as perceives a disturbance and crosses something off a mental bingo with genuine bitterness. Slowly, the information trickles, Rogal Dorn blatantly ignoring them, Vulkan frowning in obvious concern, Leman's disappointment a surprise to the both of them, Corax an enigma as he always is.

But it's Lorgar's reaction that sticks with Lion—he struggles to read faces at the best of times (misses Luther's assistance when he sees it, regrets leaving him back with his Legion). But he remembers it—and he will ignore it at first, but later, when things come to light, he won't be able to help but think that what his paranoid mind saw now makes for a sickening picture.

The pure, unadulterated guilt that knits together Lorgar's face is unmistakable, even to him.

[stay-outta-my-blood-circle]

J & D (or Z if one of the two had been asked) for Derek if possible 👁👁 The ones you wrote for him are so cute!

I know I said NO DEREK originally, but I have since decided that I want to complete a full alphabet with each major character (and jack, tee hee), so sure, I'll answer this one, and I'll answer more going forward. But everyone be aware you're going to get my very specific version of derek and it may not be an interpretation most fans enjoy. :p

D — Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory; a dirty secret of theirs)

He'd never say this - I'm not sure he'd even admit it to himself - but he kinda craves a hard dom who'll just wreck him.

Try it sometime. Get him beneath you, plant your foot on his chest (or neck), and use your most authoritative voice to tell him you expect him to behave or you'll punish him.

He'll still scowl (it's knee-jerk), but that flush on his face isn't because he's angry. He's fronting; don't back down. I guarantee he's already rock hard.

Degrade him, order him around, hurt him (but not too much! He's a lightweight), tie him up, edge him until he's sobbing and begging. You'll have him whipped for life.

Don't get me wrong, he's still going to be super bratty about it - that is his natural state, after all - but taming him isn't too hard. He gets desperate fast.

Keep his leash short. It's what he deserves.

J — Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Ohhhh boy.

Listen. Despite all his bluster, this little brat is actually very insecure. So yeah, he gets very jealous very easily.

But that's not his fault (because nothing is ever his fault), so it must be your fault, right?

So get ready for him to make his jealousy your problem.

(Make no mistake, he'll definitely be a dick to any third parties who may or may not be inspiring the jealousy in the first place, but he likely won't do more than throwing attitude and snide comments.)

He's not going to win any prizes for sweetness or consideration at the best of times, but he's downright mean to you when he's feeling jealous. Like in a petty way.

He'll ignore you. Call you names. Trip you or bump into you so that you drop your drink. Tell you to go get his jacket from across the room and then insist that you keep looking when you can't find it (he didn't bring a jacket).

If you've never been bullied before, you're going to learn how it feels.

And worse - since it's rooted in insecurity and attachment issues, the only way to get this behavior to stop is to fawn all over him. Even though you've never wanted to fawn over him less than you do right now.

Cling to him, tell him all the ego-inflating things he loves to hear (he's so handsome, you absolutely adore him, can't get enough, he's so good to you, etc), drag him off somewhere and cater to his preference for physical affection.

Eventually he'll calm down and you can live your life (mostly) normally again.

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