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Dark Cherry [2] | Aemond Targaryen

Part Two

Summary: after months of a marriage that hardly harbours the passion that you'd dreamed about, you stumble across the reason for your husband's indifference and decide enough is enough. Aemond will learn just exactly what he's been missing out on.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader and also some Aemond x some random girly pop ;o

Word Count: (I'm... sorry?) 7.1k

Warnings: smut - mdni 18+!!! UNEDITED!! infidelity, kinda angsty? second-hand smut? power struggle both in bed and out, reader is a cheeky voyeur, oral (f receiving), thigh riding, degradation, Aemond is a fucking asshole but he's sexy, talk of masturbation. as always, let me know if I have missed anything!

Author's note: Entirely unedited because here I am posting this at 2:30AM having just finished writing this bad boy even though I have to be up for work at 7:30. yay :/. Anyways, thank you all so much for the love on this series so far! I'm thinking there could potentially be some more to come. Reader ain't done with her revenge so soon. I will reblog with the taglist tomorrow! or today I guess--after I've had some sleep! I would also love to hear your thoughts!! So pls hmu in my inbox to chat abt things xoxo kisses!!!! <3

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Part One

Distancing yourself from Aemond was not a difficult task. You’d barely see much of him aside from the meals you shared and your occasional stroll through the gardens anyway. It still felt odd, knowing that you were avoiding him when only days ago you had been grasping at whatever crumb of his attention you could reach. 

His existence was ghostly. Always talked about but never seen and it made it remarkably easy to ignore him. You spent most days between your chambers and Helaena’s, idly passing time with embroidery and small talk. But you were distracted - your mind foggy and your usual grace and poise replaced by clumsiness and a constant flustered jumpiness.

It was always on your mind. Always. 

Your mind was a problem of its own and as soon as you lay down amongst your sheets for a night of sleep, it took you back to the memory of your name lewdly falling from Aemond’s lips. As days had passed, you could have convinced yourself it was a hallucination - an odd dream of some sort.  

And while it had become muscle memory for your hand to find your soaked sex at the midnight hour, the scene of your alluring husband in the throes of pleasure bringing you to a quick peak, the first two nights had been marred with silent tears of humiliation, hurt, betrayal–jealousy and anger. 

Maybe it was for the best that you had not seen the face of the whore in his private chambers. If you had any idea of who she was, you would have had half a mind to have sought her out and suffocated her yourself.

You had to remind yourself that if she were, in fact, a whore then you could hardly let yourself seriously consider choking a woman out for simply doing her job. 

Frustration was an understatement. No matter how hard you tried, there was nothing that you could do which would calm the mix of emotions inside you. You considered declaring Aemond’s infidelity at dinner–or even at the small feast that was held two nights ago. But it wouldn’t be enough and it was too early to show your hand. 

If you had come out and made it known to all at Court, nothing would happen. At all. 

Most husbands take on whores and mistresses. And despite the pain and hurt of it that the wives suffer, it’s simply accepted as the way things are. Men are innately animals and so they must fuck like it too. So nobody would bat an eyelid at Aemond. Instead, you knew that they’d turn it on you in one way or another. 

On the sixth day, you were surprised when Ser Tunsley knocked on your door to announce your husband’s presence. When Aemond took a seat at the small table where you usually shared your breakfast, he barely spared you more than an inquisitive look before telling your handmaid to bring your breakfasts promptly. 

Aemond leaned back, letting his legs rest comfortable but still maintained his effortlessly flawless posture. He reached for the book that lay forgotten on the side-table, holding it open with one hand and his other arm stretching over the back of the seat beside him, where you sat all tense and surprised. A barely-there frown crossed your face at the foreign gesture and you willed yourself not to think much of it.

You would have fumbled to snatch the book from his hands, if this had been a week earlier. But it wasn’t, and with a curious and conniving sense of calm, you let him read the first page of a story riddled with obscenity and romance. The first couple chapters were perfectly appropriate.

The prince looked at you with a gentle tilt of his head, unmoving aside from . “You have been withdrawn.”

Silence. You were sitting beside him, unable to meet his eye as you usually would, scoffing so softly at his words that he almost mistook it for a cough. 

Aemond, who was far more observant of you than he knew you believed him to be, found that he was bothered by it. Whether it was because of the loss of the devotion that he had always seen in your doe-eyed gaze, or the flippant shift in your attitude, he did not want to know. 

“Have I done something that has bothered you, dear wife?” His eye returned to the book and moved from one side of the page to the other as he read. 

Aemond clearly did not see you watching them on that night. The fact that you had faced no repercussions for sneaking up on him and eavesdropping on such a moment was enough confirmation of that. 

But Aemond’s presence re-ignited the red hot resentment you had for his actions and the hurt that you felt because of him. How any man could seek out the company of his wife for the first time in a week, sit beside her and pretend so shamelessly as if he cared for the repercussions of his own vile actions was beyond you. 

Nonetheless, you forced a polite smile onto your lips and turned slightly to face him better. You let his question linger in the air between you as the maid returned, placing a plate of cheeses, fruits and an assortment of breads on the table in front of you. 

Thanking her, you reached to pour yourself a cup of the sweet vanilla and rose tea that had become your favourite part of your mornings in the Keep. When you answered his question, it was purposefully less than what Aemond was seeking. 

“I have been ill, lord husband,” you murmured. When you rested against the back of the seat, you tensed at the feeling of Aemond’s arm grazing your shoulder. You had forgotten it was there. 

Your reaction to his proximity and while you had initially been shy around him–not so much since you had started your little performance–, you never flinched away from his touch. 

Aemond placed the book down beside him and hummed in thought. He reached over you, to take a piece of fresh bread for his plate and to put some fruit on your plate, his chest pressing against your shoulder and his hair brushing past your nose. 

If you had moved, just an inch, your lips would be against the milky skin of his throat. Despite your disdain for your husband, you could hear the thrum of your heartbeat in your ears and stopped yourself from dragging your fingers through his hair and tracing your lips across his jaw. 

There was an unfamiliar sense of purpose behind what he was doing. It dawned on you that he knew what he was doing. The bread was already on his plate but the son of a bitch placed the fruits piece by piece on your plate, his movements lazy. 

He smelled like lavender, leather and dragon smoke. Like an intoxicating drug that overwhelmed your mind until piety and sin were indiscernible. It was far too easy for you to see Aemond as more godly than just a mere man, to feel the need to worship him in the most sinful ways you could imagine. 

No man in any realms was as strong, as beautiful, as terrifying, as educated as the prince who breathed fire onto your skin. And he was your prince. 

A drop in your stomach was the least of your problems when the image of Aemond enjoying another woman’s passion invaded your thoughts. You wondered if his scent drove her just as mad as it made you and you had the urge to drive a knife through Aemond’s hand for you knew he’d have let her indulge in him. 

But when he looked at you, his violet eye a mask of indifference yet still failing to hide something that you couldn’t for the life of you put into words, you hated that your desire for him burned just as strong as your rage. 

Aemond’s eye met yours, humming in thought as he brought a cherry to his lips and glancing down at your own. He took a bite out of it first and then brought it to your mouth, dragging the open side across your bottom lip. The soft fruit dripped delicately onto your chin and left a stain on your perfect lips. The sight of you with reddened lips, gazing up at him with blown out pupils, shining with an uncorrupted devotion and a pure desire sent his blood rushing. 

The cherry was sweet and chilled, a stark contrast to the darkened, heated want that Aemond watched you with. And again, you had an urge to ignore everything and take what it was that you had been hoping Aemond would give you. You obediently took the cherry into your mouth, holding his gaze, chewing the flesh of the fruit and rolling the pip on your tongue. 

When you looked hard enough into Aemond’s eye, you could see the reflection of yourself morph into a reflection of the unnamed woman and you turned from him, turning away to drop the pip of the cherry onto a napkin. 

Aemond’s hand fell softly to rest on your knee and he only moved back a nudge. You refused to meet his eye but you could feel his warm breath on your cheek as he spoke, his voice slightly strained yet still calm and smooth. “I’ll send for a maester.” 

“Thank you,” you pushed the words out of your mouth and nodded towards the food. “You should eat your breakfast, my prince.”

Aemond raised an eyebrow as you rolled your eyes at him and slid back into his previous posture, sitting against the backrest of his own seat. An infuriating grin played on his lips. “Don’t worry about my breakfast. Why did you roll your eyes at me?”

You rolled your eyes again. “As if I cannot call for a maester myself.”

It crossed your mind that you could have told him right now of what you had seen. And the urge to scream at him became so strong you almost did. 

But what would come of it? Not enough. Aemond would only offer you an apology if you were lucky and carry on as if nothing was amiss. Because that is just how it is for husbands–they could cheat and lie all they please to no consequence. And you wanted him to regret the moment he chose to disrespect you. 

You wanted him to suffer for it. To feel as insulted, as embarrassed and as inferior as you have.

So he would suffer. But you had to be patient if you were to make it hurt. 

A thought crossed your mind as Aemond said something you didn’t quite hear, with that unbothered expression he had mastered years ago. 

He didn’t linger long after that. You ate your breakfast in silence, while Aemond, much to your distaste, finished the first chapter of your book. And when he finally left, he took it with him, giving you a knowing smirk as he tucked it under his arm. 

One punch. Surely, you would be entitled to that. 

Initially, the idea of seducing Jason Lannister was a gruesome one. But upon hearing of his prolonged and unbusy presence at King’s Landing, you recognised an opportunity as it presented itself to you. Simply because of pride and ego, there were few men who enjoyed the idea of his wife turning to another man for what they could not provide. 

Alas, if there was any part of Aemond that made him weak, it was his pride and his arrogance. 

And so here you were, enjoying your afternoon tea with the Lannister twin, listening to stories of his life at Casterly Rock. You made sure the house staff had known of Lannister’s presence and that the Kingsguard were well aware of the pot of tea you shared in the Courtyard. Easily within sight of where you knew Aemond was training with Ser Cole and some other men you had no interest in knowing.

For the past thirty minutes, you could feel him watching you. But when you lifted your head to look, pretending to the man across from you that you were interested in watching your husband train, Aemond would turn away. Yet he finally seemed to have finally had enough and you could see him walking over from behind Jason, his shoulders stiffer than usual with a sour expression. 

“This tea,” you covered your mouth gently, letting out the remnants of a laugh that had been pulled from you. If you were being honest, Jason Lannister was turning out to be surprisingly fun company and the smile you had expected to fake ended up being real. Not bothering to look at Aemond, who was much closer now, you held your teacup towards the Lord Lannister with a pretty, sultry smile. “It is incredible–I’ve loved it so much, t’is the only tea I will drink. Have a taste of mine, I insist.”

With a look of blatant excitement, Jason leaned into where you held the cup, fingers grazing yours as he held the cup but never took it out of your hold and took a sip. It was slightly awkward, the way his eyes held onto yours, but you brightened your smile nonetheless. 

Aemond visibly inhaled a sharp breath and cleared his throat, covering the both of you in a dark shade. The prince was looming over Lannister, who never looked away from you even as you peeled your eyes away from him with exaggerated difficulty to meet Aemond’s eye. You dropped your smile so slightly that only Aemond could notice. 

There was a tense, awkward silence that lingered. Lannister’s head tilted ever so slightly and a wave of annoyance ran through you at the cocky tilt of his head regardless of the fact that it was exactly what you needed him to do. The two men stared at each other, Aemond’s typical dark repose and Lannister’s challenging chagrin at the disruption. 

“How nice of you to join us, my prince,” you beamed. “Lord Lannister has been sharing this pot of tea with me. It’s lovely to enjoy some company for once.”

You took pleasure in the way he squared his shoulders at your remark. Lannister snickered but was quick to cover it up with a cough at Aemond’s narrowed eye. 

“Yes, I’m sure it is,” Aemond’s voice was sharp. “I happen to have some time on my hands before I take Vhagar to flight, lady wife. Perhaps you would care to join me for a stroll through the gardens?”

Aemond was behind you in a blink, tugging your chair back gently into himself and holding a hand out to help you stand. The air around you became soft lavender and leather and something very Aemond. And despite the slight flutter of your eyelids, you straightened and held strong. 

Weakness would get you nowhere. You were out here for a reason and no matter how strong the pull was, your lust to hurt him back was much stronger. 

You shook your head gently, looking at Jason who seemed to stiffen under the prince’s eye. “What kind of host would I be if I were to abandon Lord Lannister? Considering it was I who invited him to tea. We can enjoy the gardens another time, my prince.”

The fire in Aemond’s eye rivalled Vhagar’s. It gave you a sense of satisfaction that was much unlike yourself and you wondered how he’d burn with rage if you decided to take Jason to your bed. You’d lose everything you had to your name but you knew it would not be difficult to convince yourself that it’d be worth it.

Jason Lannister was no fool. He understood the wrath of the Targaryen prince but he knew that you would never be subjected to the extent of it. As much as Prince Aemond pretended he did not care, the Lords and counsellors of the Red Keep knew that he had his weaknesses. At the end of the day, Aemond would not dishonour himself by tarnishing the image of his pious, kind wife who was loved by all. 

Lannister also had his doubts about you. Again, he was no fool to fall for whatever game you were playing. An honourable, devoted Lady such as yourself would never actually be so easy to adulterate. Whatever it was, Jason was not against indulging himself in some fun here and there. 

But he did prefer to keep his limbs and so he shook his head gently and stood from his seat. 

“You have my thanks,” he took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles. A bold move from a man who could so strongly feel the Prince’s pointed glare. Jason turned and bowed his head gently towards Aemond. “But I fear I have some business to attend to, so do not stay back on my regard. It was lovely to sit with you, my Lady.”

Aemond scoffed loudly as the Lord took his leave. He waited for you to take his hand to help you out of your seat before dropping it to your waist. 

“My prince-”

“If you are so starved of company, dear wife,” he drawled, looking straight ahead with a tightened jaw as he led you in the direction of the gardens. It was a habit now, whenever Aemond had you on his arm, to walk that route. Not surprising seeing how it was the only place where you two would see each other apart from your chambers. “I would expect you to call upon me rather than some toady Lord who would certainly misjudge your intentions. I am your husband, am I not?”

The thought of keeping a list of the times he spoke as if he were faithful crossed your mind for barely a second. Aemond was infuriating. 

You offered him half of a smile and pulled him back slightly as you came to a stop. “You are. But your mind is never with me and I am well aware your time is far more precious to you than I am.”

If Aemond’s composure was not so ingrained into his existence, he may have spluttered and gawked at you. Instead, he barely frowned. 

There was little he could do about the unemotional, unkind man that he had become perceived as. Aemond understood that it was his own actions that meant people viewed him as little less than a monster. And truly, it was how he tried to be perceived. 

So why did it disturb Aemond that his own wife thought him so uncaring? He knew he had only himself to blame for it. 

“I am afraid a stroll in the gardens will have to wait,” you continued in his silence. Being alone with Aemond was not how you intended to spend the afternoon. The risk that you’d lose your composure and tell him all that you had seen of him was still high. “I am still feeling fairly unwell. It may be better for me to rest in my chambers with a book.”

Aemond knew that you were retracting into yourself, pulling away from him where you would have been at his beck and call only a week ago. He hummed. “Tomorrow then.” 

And with that, Aemond escorted you to your chambers in silence. It was hardly two hours that you had spent in the Courtyard with Lord Lannister but it had been tiring nonetheless. The peace and quiet that came with your reprieve from the man that had set your nerves into a frenzy just at the knowledge of his presence while you pressed at his patience was welcome. 

A few hours passed slowly in your own company. Dinner was brought to your room at your request. The mere thought of sitting beside your husband and putting on a display for his family exhausted you. 

The sounds of footsteps and conversation outside your door pulled your attention from the embroidery you had forced yourself to practise. Your chambers were fairly secluded compared to the rest and so it wasn’t often that anyone wandered this area. Expecting the Queen or your husband to be the source of the noise, you were hastily at the door, a sudden flush of anxiety shooting straight to your gut. 

You waited barely five seconds for Ser Tunsley to knock on your door but your impatience pushed you to step out first. There was nobody there. You could see Ser Tunsley stalking away from the direction of the private chambers. You didn’t question it, assuming he was probably stepping away for a brief break, given that his position hadn’t been replaced. 

Footsteps. Again. 

Curiously turning your head in the direction of the sound, you saw a flash of brunette hair and a dark grey dress. Fuck. 

It was impossible not to recognise her. Even as she walked away from you and clearly in the direction of Prince Aemond’s chambers, you knew who she was. 

So with one final glance back into your room you followed her, thankful that you were barefoot so that your own footsteps couldn’t be heard.  Even though your body was running hot with a mixture of heartache and rage, there was an icy stiffness that had spread from the back of your neck to your shoulders as you rounded a single corner after her and helplessly watched her enter Aemond’s chambers. 

You held back tears. She had left the door open. Again. It did little to ease the knot in your throat when you realised that while she may be good enough for Aemond with her mouth, she was not the smartest.

Unable to move, you stood planted in that one spot a few feet away for what must have been ten minutes before you heard the same shuffling and muffled voices. You could hear her more clearly this time and it took you another two minutes to build the courage to see, once again, how Aemond dishonoured you. 

If the circumstances were different, it may have been one of the sexiest sights you had ever laid your eyes upon. But it struck you in a way you couldn’t have expected and it took all of your willpower to stay standing. 

But what else had you expected?

This time, the woman was sprawled out, her head hanging off of the bed and if her eyes weren’t screwed shut in bliss then she would have been looking directly at you. Her left hand gripped the sheets and the other was tangled amongst Aemond’s silver hair, her thighs on either side of his head. 

Gods, you had never known anything like it. 

Aemond was devouring her like he had been starved of her for weeks (you knew he hadn’t), the obscene sounds of his mouth against her sex striking you with distress. He held her down as she writhed against him, a strong, clothed arm keeping her in place at her waist. 

You had hardly been watching them for thirty seconds and you didn’t even have time to consider turning around and walking away to save yourself the misery. 

Because Aemond’s eye opened and he gazed straight through his lashes, lifting his head so he was looking directly at you. A piercing violet eye accompanied by a glimmering sapphire that watched you dangerously, as if he had seen you standing there the entire time and this was all entertaining to him. 

For what may well have been the tenth time that night, you couldn’t move. You stood at the door, chest heaving and jaw slack as you felt a tightness in your throat. How could you feel so powerless in a game you managed to believe you had the upperhand in? 

Aemond still held your eyes with his own, pulling away from the whore he was toying with, and fucking smirked.  

Like things were going exactly how he had planned. 

Red. And a loud gasp and then panic and a flash of arousal and all of a sudden you were running back to your chambers, falling to your knees over your empty bathtub and dry heaving. It was all too much. 

The shock, the fear, the jealousy, the fear. 

And it dawned on you as you tried desperately to catch your breath. Ignoring your arousal–you cursed your body for reacting faster than your mind once again–panic continued to flood your veins like an ice-cold burn. 

Aemond had definitely seen you watching. But had he known all along? 

It made no sense. Did he see you that night when he moaned your name instead of that damned woman’s? 

You couldn’t even be sure how long Aemond had stared at you from his spot, his attention diverted entirely from the nameless woman, who whined and stirred incessantly at his distraction, to you. Caught like a thief in the act, wide-eyed and dazed.

Aemond knew. And he must have known the entire time. With the way he looked directly to you, as if he were waiting for you. As if Aemond knew exactly where you stood the first night. As if he had finally caught you in his trap.  

He wanted you to see. 

Aemond had already bested you at your own game with even more cleverness than you. Before you had even started to play. 

Sleep did not come easy that night. 

 

You were dressed and ready far earlier than usual the next morning. Even though you dreaded the worst - that Aemond had convened to have you punished for watching as you had, you let your scheme motivate you to take back the control you had lost. If you had ever had it in the first place. 

The dress you wore was hardly decent and it left you bare from your chest up, a wide slit running through the skirts. It was a deep green that had a shine to it and clung to your skin, making it clear that you had foregone your smallclothes for the day. 

For the sake of decency within the hallway, and because you detested the idea of either of the Cloaks at your doors seeing your attire, you donned a heavy cloak over top. It was Aemond’s; he had left it behind after breakfast once.

Aemond was still asleep when you had talked your way past the guard at his door and pushed through the doors to his chambers. You stood at the foot of his bed, tracing the place where that woman lay with your eyes. Quietly, you dropped the cloak to the floor.

It was your first time in Aemond’s private chambers. And would things have been different, you would have taken the time to observe all the things that made this space his. Instead, your eyes scanned every centimetre of every part of his chambers for any trace of that wretched woman. 

There was none. Not a single strand of hair. 

You sat at the edge of his plush bed, taking a moment to get your head straight before you stood and walked around to the side of the bed where he lay. The scent of him was overwhelming as you stood above him. 

“Well,” Aemond barely moved aside from his lips as he spoke. His eye remained shut. “Look who finally figured it out. Why are you here?”

You let out a drawn out sigh, shivering gently. “I would like to talk.”

Aemond sat up lazily and you noticed he was naked save for the sheet that covered his lap. From the way he was sitting, you stood in between his legs and his head was slightly tilted as he looked at you over the swell of your breasts. His hands found a resting place on your hips and you were hyper-aware of his touch, which felt heavier than boulders and hotter than lava. 

He looked at you as if he were ready to devour you. As if Aemond were a man starved of air and you were his only chance at breathing. 

The prince let out a hum. “Dressed like this?”

“Since you seem to prefer a whore over your own wife, I figured I would dress akin to one,” you kept your voice stern and stepped further into him so that his chin almost had to rest in the valley of your breasts if he wished to keep his gaze on yours. “If this is what it will take to have your attention.”

Not once did Aemond’s heated stare falter. “I think you are well aware of where my attention lies. What with your childish attempts at seduction.”

“I did not think you cared to take note.”

“Oh, I noticed,” Aemond said, dragging a finger up and down the side of your waist. He enjoyed the soft feel of the fabric and the way your nipples perked through the dress at his touch had him resisting a primal urge to bite. His patience had been astounding thus far but it was wearing thin. “I would have expected that kind of behaviour from a common whore, not a lady such as yourself. You are a princess, after all.”

Trying your best not to squirm under his touch, you held firm in your hardened gaze. “You seem to enjoy whores.”

“I do not.”

You scoffed. “So you have been fucking her just to spite me? Or have you fallen in love?”

“Such filthy language from such a well behaved girl,” he mused. Aemond’s cursed smirk had you holding back from both cutting him and kissing him. “I never would have guessed that my wife is so full of surprises. It seems I do not know you as well as I believed.”

“Answer my question, Aemond.”

“I never fucked her properly, since you insist–”

“As if it makes a difference whether you fucked her cunt or her mouth,” you spat. He was maddening. “You are my husband. I should be the only woman you have in your bed.”

The grip on your hips tightened almost painfully before he brought one hand up to caress your jaw. Aemond didn’t hide the longing he felt, pulling you closer and admiring every inch of your skin tenderly. “If only you had been good and asked me nicely for what you need. Instead of acting like a desperate slut every time we were in the same space. Things could have been so much easier for you, my love.”

Aemond had always spoken to you with respect. And yet here he was, speaking to you as if he already knew exactly what sent your cunt wild with need. He harshly held your chin, forcing you to look up at the roof as he straightened, pressing his nose into the crevice of your neck. The tickle of his hot breath on your skin made you gasp and you felt the velvet of his lips smirking against your throat. 

“The whole time,” you panted, bringing your hands to his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin. “You knew. It was-”

“Hm. It was for you.” Aemond let his teeth graze against the dip of your jaw. 

There was a fire alight on your skin. You could barely make sense of his words but you forced yourself to hold it together. “You are insane.”

“I was only playing the game that you started,” Aemond chuckled. “Only, I have played it far better than you. Perhaps we are lucky that you did not present more of a challenge, considering I was not above taking her on your bed instead.”

Fuck that. You despised him and loved him and lusted for him all at the same time. 

The control you had was slight to begin with but whatever little there was, it was slipping through your fingers. You threaded your fingers through Aemond’s hair–which was silkier than you had expected–and pulled him away from your neck. 

When you saw the hunger for you in his eye, the slight pink flush of his cheeks, a warm flood of invigorating energy made it’s way through your veins. You fought the urge to run your hands down his shoulders, his chest, his bicep–any part of him you could reach. 

You swallowed thickly. “You should have. I need only one more reason to cut her.”

“I shall have her hanged if that is what you wish.” 

For a moment, you thought you might scratch the smug expression off of Aemond’s face. You groaned, pursing your lips at his indifference and squeezing your thighs together at the passion in his eye. “Fuck you, Aemond.”

“I’m going to give you another chance. Ask me nicely to fuck you until all those doubts you have are replaced by the empty space I will fill your pretty little head with,” He pulled at your hips, so that there was no empty space between you, your torso flush to his chest. Aemond felt deathly tense yet strangely relaxed at the feel of you gasping against him. “And we can put an end to this contest. I do regret that I have left you, my wife, unsatisfied but I want you begging first.”

You watched him closely, challenged him with your gaze. There was no chance you would beg and let him win. The air between you was charged with energy, hissing and stinging. It became heavy and despite the way both of you were breathing so heavily, chests rising and falling dramatically, you couldn’t get enough oxygen to fill your lungs. 

The thickness in the air only became heavier as you gripped his wrists, and moved slowly so that you straddled his right thigh. Aemond fisted the thin fabric of your dress and when you lightly pressed your leg against the hardness at his crotch, you felt his steady breath against your lips which lingered above his own. The skirts of your dress rode up to your hips. 

Lavender, leather and him. 

“You want me to ask you nicely, my prince?” You purred, relishing in the way Aemond’s jaw clenched when he felt your bare cunt press against his thigh. It sends a wave of pleasure straight through your body. “You want me to beg you to tear this dress off of me? To fuck me until I can no longer think of any word other than your name? To make me yours properly? Beg you to fuck me how you should have every night since our wedding?”

Aemond’s hands were grasping at the flesh all over your body, pulling at the fabric of your pathetic excuse of a gown until it ripped. There was a weight on his chest that only grew at the sight of your perfect skin through the torn fabric, your nipples slipping into his view. 

His voice was low and guttural. “The final chance. Be good and beg.”

“If you wish for me to be good,” you whispered into his ear, moving hastily to grip the back of his neck with one hand and the other holding his chin tightly as he had held yours minutes ago. He let out a strained sound through his teeth as you shifted against his cock, pretending to get comfortable.  “You should not have indulged in that whore.”

Aemond scowled at you. And he could have thrown you off of him but his hands continued to scorch the skin on your hips.

You realised you had never been so close to Aemond as you pressed a trail of tender kisses to his jaw. You were infinitely closer to him than all the times you had held onto him while walking the gardes or while he had bedded you with feigned disinterest. And you were aching with want and desire just as he was, your wetness seeping onto Aemond’s thigh. 

It was nothing in comparison to the rage that you had pent up. With a gasp you ground down on the strong muscle of his thigh, eyes fluttering at the sensation. Holding back a moan, you rested your forehead against Aemond’s and rocked your hips against him. 

You tightened your legs, well aware that Aemond could overpower you and have you under him in seconds. He was allowing you to have your moment and you pulled your hand from his jaw only for it to stay tightly locked as his fingers dug into your hips.

There would be bruises left on your skin for weeks but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, almost groaning out loud when Aemond took control of your movements, pushing and pulling your hips so that your clit rubbed against him perfectly. “Prince Aemond Targaryen. You think you can just do as you like and that there would be no consequences. That I would come crawling back to you so easily?”

A moan slipped from your lips when Aemond shifted his leg. You knew you were getting carried away, that the power you had over him was getting to your head but fuck. It didn’t matter. 

You dropped your hand to where Aemond’s cock pressed against one of your thighs, touching him gently over the sheet that covered him. It still surprised you just how perfectly big Aemond was, thick and hard in your palm. And then you held him firmly, rocking your weeping cunt against his thigh even harder when he groaned. It sent shock after shock straight through your core.

“Did you think I would be on my knees for you so easily just like she was?” You spat, whining at the pleasure that was incomparable to the way you had been touching yourself. Aemond hissed as you slid your hand up and then back down so slowly. “After those shows you put on for me, there is not a chance.” 

Countermoves. Aemond was good at them, even when struggling to even out his breath and regain his composure. “Tell me, which part did you enjoy the most? Was it when I fucked my seed into her throat? Or when was calling your name?” 

You gripped the back of his neck so hard, pushing your soaked pussy harder onto his leg. “Do not-”

Aemond hummed, his grip tightening painfully on your hips as he moved his leg in motion against you. He smirked when you shuddered, caressing your cheek with his nose as he spoke lowly into your ear once again. “I think I know. It was last night, when I had her on my tongue and thought only of how perfect your desperate little cunt would taste instead.”

“Aemond,” you couldn’t help but moan as he rolled your hips deliciously on his thigh. He let out a small, deep laugh at the way you trembled in his hands but you could hear that he was losing himself just as much as you were. “Gods.”

“I wish to know, princess. How many times have you touched yourself since that night, wishing you were in her place?”

You sucked in a breath, rutting against Aemond violently and he only pulled you in harder when you refused to answer his questions. Another moan. “Be quiet, Aemond.”

“Hm,” Aemond nipped at your earlobe. “Do you really want me to stop talking? You know that I can feel how wet it makes your perfect cunt. Desperate little slut.”

Whining and cursing him under your breath, you let yourself really look at him. Aemond’s sapphire eye shone under the early morning light that spilled in from the windows, his eye dark with lust and his jaw clenching as he watched you fall apart on his lap. 

Hips buckling as he continued to pull you back and forth on his thigh, spreading your wetness on the soft expanse of his skin, your legs failed to hold your weight and you had clearly resigned to letting Aemond take control of your pleasure. 

You were right at the edge and just as you started to ride out your orgasm, Aemond spoke.

“If you do not beg me,” he threatened. “I shall stop.”

“Gods, no–do not sto-”

Aemond held you still in response and no matter how you writhed against his grip, you couldn’t move. He was keeping you at the tipping point, smirking at the way you were gasping for air and squirming on his lap. But he was in no calmer state himself and you could tell his resolve was about to shatter. 

“Stand up. I want you on the bed,” He demanded. And when you didn’t move, he let go of your hip to lay a stiff smack to your backside. “Now.”

“No.” 

It was almost too easy and you snatched his wrist before he could return it to your hip, moving your hips and rubbing yourself against his leg again now that he only had one hand to try and control you.   

Aemond’s leg was slick and your clit was sliding deliciously across his skin. Fingernails dug into the flesh of your hips and you could feel Aemond’s frustration as he yanked his hand out of yours. But you blindly grasped at it again, shockwaves of white hot pleasure striking you suddenly as you came undone, your forehead falling forward to rest on Aemond’s as you let out a loud, drawn out moan. 

You shook through your orgasm, holding Aemond tightly. His cock throbbed against your thigh and you almost felt bad. 

“You should understand, my prince, if you continue to bring that whore to your bed then I am not above bringing another man to mine.” You struggled to catch your breath and your legs were still trembling as you stood, stepping away to pick up the coat you had dropped to the floor. 

Aemond glowered at you, his glare strong enough to have made you crumble before him were you not so high on adrenaline. 

“You would not dare,” he all but growled. 

“Have I not surprised you enough already, Lord Husband?” 

Aemond stood, the sheet falling to the floor, entirely naked and stiff against his stomach as he watched you don his coat. The anger in his voice only served to spur you on. “You will not leave. You would not dare to leave.”

“I am a princess, after all,” you looked at him over your shoulder, lip caught between your teeth at the sight of him bare, hard and infuriated. There was disbelief written all over his expression. “You will need to work much harder than that if you want me to give in.”

There was something new in the way Aemond looked at you. As if he was impressed. Admiring you, even through his frustration. And without giving yourself the chance for second thoughts, you walked right out Aemond’s chambers with a triumphant smile. 

[yandere-yearnings]

Sleeping....cuddling with sun...and then grinding against him 🤤 AHAHA my head is filled with sun 🧍‍♀️😇🥰🙏

I WANNA MAKE HIM FLUSTERED SO BAD WILL HE BE FLUSTERED FROM THAT??? being all peaceful and quiet and then outta nowhere I just feel like I wanna give him some loving and just ride him so he won't have to worry about a thing 😔☝️☝️ so I grind against him to initiate 🥰🥰 lemme do all the work for u babygirl 🤗🤗 leave it to me sunny hunny 💋💋

this ask has been sitting in my inbox for so long but i've been meaning to get back to it hhh sorry for the really late reply nonnie!! (and yes he would be super flustered😭🩷)

NSFW under the cut!

Humid nights never felt as peaceful as when he spent them with you. After the day had taken its toll on him, bones heavy feeling like he'd fall forever if you weren't there to catch him. Curled into you, like the second marking in a double inverted comma; chin to your head, back to his chest and his knees pushing up into the undersides of yours.

The heat was sweltering, had you writhing creases into the sheets, your clothes riding up, Sun's skin sticking to yours where his arm wound around your midsection. Neither of you were asleep, the minute hand of the clock kept ticking on the time past, until your restlessness ebbed and you eventually settled into your warm cage.

Silence made his steady breaths seem all too peaceful, removed him from the ever flustered man you knew — and you couldn't help the idea that came to mind in the quiet of the night. He'd finally gotten comfortable with you, enough to bury his face into your nape without imploding, but maybe you missed who he was months ago.

It wouldn't hurt, just to test the power you still held over him.

You stretched your legs out, innocent enough, and though his grip tightened ever so slightly, Sun shifted to accommodate. It had your heart brimming, almost made you smile at how cute his clinginess was. Hips pressed right to his pelvis, you relished in the choked up little sound he made when you moved, grinding right against a part of him that filled for you so easily.

"Y-Y/N..." he moaned, pretty, a symphony cascading with the muffled whimpers that followed. Your hand intertwined with his and he clutched it like a lifeline. "What are you- ah-"

You felt more than heard the shudder that ran through his body, vibrating against your spine deliciously. Whether it was because he was sensitive or because it was you, didn't really matter when you had him twitching and bowing against you.

"What was that, baby?" You cooed, salacious. "Couldn't hear you over how loud you're being."

"Please," he whined, "don't tease me, please, 'm gonna die."

With the way he'd gotten weak, you'd doubt that was a lie. Luckily for Sun, you were nothing if not constantly lead by your desire to indulge him when he begged. It wasn't difficult to hook your digits around his wrist, swiftly peeling him away and twisting so you were on top of him all at once — and pressed into the sheets beneath you, Sun was a masterpiece of a mess. Hair sprawled and chest heaving, blush heavier than you'd ever seen before as he looked up at you under lidded eyes.

One chaste kiss to the tears tracking down his cheek before you pulled away. Temperature a fever pitch that thrummed violently against your palms rested on his chest, you rocked, and his thighs quivered. Entirely fucked out for you despite the fact that this was barely anything, Sun's lips parted on a broken gasp of your name. Lovesick little pleas, over and over like they would endear you to him, make you cave, and that assumption wasn't wrong.

Flicking over his form once in appraisal, what your minuscule actions had reduced him to was enough to whet your appetite. You tugged at the waistband of his sweats, tongue darting out, licking your lips; a promise whispered, "gonna spoil you tonight."

[maidragoste]

The One He Really Wanted

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

The scene I left out of chapter 5 of "The Sea Dragon, the clubfoot and the green queen". Laena deserves a better husband 😔

Sorry, I was supposed to upload this yesterday but I came back tired from university

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It was strange to see Daemon so calm. You never thought you would see him holding your son so carefully or see the softness in his eyes. You never saw him interested in Jacaerys or any of his nephews so you thought he would be just as indifferent to your children. Well, Alyn didn't seem to be of Daemon's interest but Aethan was another story. Whenever Daemon came to see you, he preferred to hold him in his arms instead of Alyn. You have the feeling that it has to do with your youngest child having different colored eyes. One purple, like you, and one blue, like Larys. You knew that Daemon's mother also had different colored eyes but unlike your son, her other eye was green instead of blue.

“Does he remind you of her?” you asked, drawing the prince's attention and making him take his eyes off the baby to look at you. “Your mother,” you clarified just in case before he decided to play dumb.

“I've long forgotten what her face looks like,” Daemon confessed and you didn't even think about it when you took his hand and squeezed it. You felt sorry for him. Your mother was one of the most important people in your life, you wouldn't know what you would do without her. You couldn't imagine growing up without her.” When Viserys saw Aethan he said that he reminded him of our mother. I thought that maybe if I looked closely at it at some point I would remember her. I know, it's something stupid” a bitter laugh escaped his lips.

“I don't think it's something stupid,” you said firmly as you caressed his hand with your thumb. "You shouldn't feel ashamed for thinking about your mother. But you can stay calm. I won't tell anyone that the great Daemon Targaryen has feelings" you said in the last part with fake exasperation making the prince smile. It didn't take you long to mirror his smile. You liked this Daemon better, not the idiot who had spent months being a damn bother with his comments about Jacaerys' true paternity. If Larys were with you he would tell you not to be stupid, that the prince would probably return to his old attitude when Rhaenyra's other bastard was born.

Aethan complained seeing that he was no longer the center of attention making you laugh.

“He's demanding like you,” Daemon said, reluctantly letting go of your hand only to rock the baby again, quickly calming his whining.

“You're good to him, you know?” The softness in your eyes didn't have to mean anything to Daemon but everything about you matters to him. Again he wondered what things would be like now if he had shown up to your wedding with Harwin Strong, if he had let you know that it was an option, that he wanted you. Maybe it would be your child and his that he held in his arms, maybe Aethan would have a green eye like his mother. “You and Laena should give Aethan and Alyn cousins to play with.” At the mention of your sister brought Daemon back to reality.

“Maybe in a long time from now” you couldn't help but be disappointed when you saw her non-existent excitement at the idea of starting a family with your sister, you knew that Laena longed to have her own family. You and Laenor had noticed how loving she was with your children and how she would stare longingly every time Daemon picked up one of the twins.

“Aethan would be angry if we took the focus off of him,” the prince excused himself as he saw the disappointment in your eyes. “He can barely share my attention with you, imagine with another baby.”

Before you could tell him that he was talking shit the doors opened revealing your mother. You watched in confusion as she narrowed her eyes in the prince's direction. What did Daemon do to upset your mother? Had he fought with your sister?

“What did you do?” you whispered.

“Your mother is only bothered by my simple existence” he replied although he knew why Rhaenys was looking at him like that. His cousin always knew that the one he really wanted was you. Laena could pretend to have never seen him look at you but Rhaenys didn't so she was always aware of his interactions with you.

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[choccy-milky]

(SPOILER WARNING to people who haven't read your story) I SWEAR to GOD!!!! This is borderline anon-hate with my current state of mind after finishing The Raven and The Snake over this weekend. I finished it in two days. I'm a mess. I've even started making a playlist because I feel like I can't properly enter reality again. I'm supposed to be writing my bachelors thesis right now,,,, what have you done to me!!!!

I loved it so so so much, and I am very mad I cannot have a collectors edition hardback version of it on my shelf. There are many many moments that keep replaying in my head, and scenes that I saw so vividly when reading through it. The first imperio moment and Sebs shadow and imperio-green eyes as Clora was held captive, and the entire scene in the repository and how I was physically shaking as I slowly realised that Seb had made a fucking horcrux, and when it was CONFIRMED the GASP i GUSPED. It was so perfect, and so very Sebastian; because OF COURSE he made a horcrux (lowkey hot, sue me).

And the scene where Clive realised Seb straight up just died for his daughter without knowing he would be back, oh my dear lord.

And the idea of Seb being seen as a 'Ruffian' and that little mamas boi bitch of a Henry thinking his hand-me-down-riches, muggle ass would be preferable to a powerful wizard. I secretly wished they didn't have to keep magic a secret so Henry could have known just how inferior he was. AND SEB APPARATING SO FAR UMPH the skilllll.

I could go on and on and on, and maybe I will some other time in your inbox when I have another mental breakdown.

And now I'm also almost done with the small sequel. Just taking a break to bombard you with this unhinged message of mine. And how you draw Sebastian is so fucking good. It's actually what got me reading in the first place. I see your version as being in a completely separate universe from the game, cause the way you draw him just has that something, and it's not the same anywhere else. It certainly doesn't help my obsession that my own boyfriend has the same features and colour palette as him, now I think I might even use your art as inspo for next time we need wardrobe additions.

I love you and I hate you.

Ps. Of course I added Sarah Smiles to the playlist and also Far too young to Die, and Just One Yesterday. If you've any other songs you think match please let me knowww~~

BRUHHHHH I ALMOST FEEL NARCISSISTIC FOR POSTING/RESPONDING TO THIS ASK BC ITS JUST PRAISE BUT DAMN THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭😭IM HAPPY YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH!! FORGET WRITING YOUR BACHELORS THESIS, TY FOR WRITING A THESIS ON WHY U LOVED MY FIC SO MUCH AND ALL THE LIL THINGS U ENJOYED BAHAHAHA (love the henry slander) im also glad u like how i draw seb too, and i love how thats what made u start reading it in the first place BAHAH but fr, sometimes i try drawing seb more accurately to his ACTUAL appearance and then im like... Who The Hell is this... and it may sound arrogant since im the artist but my seb is MY seb, yknow...its why i dont like drawing him with other mc's romantically. bc even tho its like, oh look, that's Sebastian Sallow™ from the hit game Hogwarts Legacy™! in my style if i draw him with another MC, its like, NO!!! THATS NOT SEBASTIAN SALLOW™, THATS CLORA'S HUSBAND🤺🤺THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BOI??🤺🤺🤺 LMAOO but rly TY AGAIN💖💖💖 not only for reading but also taking the time to write all this and let me know how much you enjoyed it🥹🥹i (and all writers, really) always love getting stuff like this!! it also brings me back to when i was writing it, especially now that ive been finished with my fic for a few months, listening to u react to all the diff scenes is making me miss it and giving me nostalgia for my own damn fic FRRR😩 also i love that youre making a playlist LMAOO thats how u know the brainrot truly has a hold on you IM SO SORRY🙏🙏 i actually made a seb and clora playlist like last year and its somewhere in my ask tag if you look through that?? but one song that i can recommend off the top of my head (which i almost made their anthem in that OTP chart) is arms tonite by mother mother...whenever i listen to it i cant help but laugh to myself bc its SO perfect for the chap where seb sacrifices himself....YOULL SEE WHEN U LISTEN😇💖

[webslingingslasher]

I’m on my period and my cramps are kiiiilling me. Like legit so bad I threw up. And ofc I can’t stop thinking about nerdy!peter, and how much better he would make me feel rn:((((

So if you have the time, I would really like to request a blurb of nerdy!peter taking care of reader that has a more intense period lol<3

(ALSO I need to say that I love you so much!! And I literally read everything you write hehe. Thank you for feeding my tasm addiction!! <33)

*cleaning out my inbox.*

this but you're also not trying to make him feel bad so you're trying to hide it but peter keeps noticing you wincing or awkwardly shifting and he knows it was a planned meet up but:

'do you want me to leave?'

'huh?' you sit straighter and ignore a stab in your lower stomach. peter doesn't sound the least bit offended either. 'you seem a little off. if you don't want to hang out today we can do something tomorrow?'

no, you can't lose your only lifeline. 'i want you here, i promise.' peter knows you get a period but you haven't really talked about it and you're not about to start crying to him over cramps and a headache.

'then are you feeling okay?' the back of peter's hand rests on your forehead, the light touch has your shoulders releasing unnoticed tension. 'no. yeah. sorry, yes.'

peter has an amused look, 'care to explain, ma'am?' a pretend microphone is held under your chin. you lean into it, 'tummy hurts.'

your boyfriend acts like he's been shot. 'my girl is hurting on my watch, i've failed.' then looks up at you from your bed, 'what can i do? do you need a snack, or a sprite? what about chocolate, don't girls like that when they're on their period?'

you freeze, 'period?' peter's eyes widen, he might've just messed up big time. sitting up, he does his best to not make it worse. 'i'm so sorry, i thought you were on your period but i should never make that assumption. i'm sorry, i love you and i am ready to repent.'

shifting and tugging at your sweater you look at the ground, you feel a little embarrassed. 'why do you think i'm on my period? have i been mean or something?'

peter coos and shakes his head while tugging you halfway over his lap. 'you're never mean to me, why else would i call you my sweetheart, hm?' peter softly cups your face and pouts. 'i said that because you always have a tummy ache this time of the month. and maybe a little hangry.' another breath, 'you also cry more.'

he knows you better than you thought. 'you picked up on all that?' it's a little warming, he notices everything. peter scoffs at the assumption that you thought he wouldn't. 'it took a couple months. i said something to may one day and she looked at me and said something like 'c'mon, peter. put two and two together and get her some chocolate.' so i brought you m&m's and you cried. so, yeah, i kinda figured it out then.'

you remember it. peter showed up and said he stopped for something at a corner store and saw them by the register and thought you'd like them. the memory sends tears stinging at your eyes. 'it was just so nice. you thought of me and spent money on me.'

peter laughs a little, 'i did.' you nod, as if his answer explained your tears. 'peter?' he lights up, 'yeah?' you give him puppy dog eyes, you're praying for his sympathy. 'i have cramps and they really hurt.'

it's all you needed to say for peter to jump into action, for a moment you regret not saying anything sooner. you've been missing out on cuddles and forehead kisses and unwavering attention. 'my poor baby. what do you need from me?' 

[sunnylands-world]

Red possession

Pairing: draco malfoy x female reader

Summary: your cycle is ending and that means you're feeling needy and distracted. Who better to fix it than your boyfriend…

Word count:1’889

Warning: fingering,mean draco [not really it's more degrading], choking, period sex [it's the last day], p in v, soft draco, possessive draco and reader, let me know if I missed anything

Universe: Harry Potter

A/n: "guess who's back, back again, Sunny's back tell a friend" 🎤 😂💓 no but seriously hopefully this one makes you guys love my writing again since people had requested something like this awhile ago 🙏🥺

You read the warnings if you continue to read. I'm not to be held responsible.

Comments, reblogs, and inboxes are appreciated and motivational

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Being a girl was something you hated...

There were probably countless reasons, such as childbirth, but the most annoying aspect of it was the constant bleeding. Every. Fucking. Month.

It was pretty much the end of your cycle now though, and Draco had been spoiling you rotten. You had enough chocolate right now to give away to a village of children and that's not an exaggeration, you had bars stacked in a fridge he also bought for this occasion. He even got a personal chef! When you were on your cycle, you had moments where food wasn't a thought. Then you'd eat a little, and soon you'd eat more, but even then, you felt like one more plate wouldn't hurt.

Draco had you in his room today. Draco is currently beside you, shirtless and wearing black boxers. He was reading a book to you, but every word he said was like whispers in a forest because you were distracted.

"Why does it seem like I want to devour him? Has he always been so attractive? Am I getting closer to him?"

"Are you alright [name]?" Draco announced.

"Yeah, yeah of course. Why wouldn't I be? " You laughed and Draco let out one as well but he sounded nervous.

"Because you're squeezing my arm like you're terrified, surely my reading isn't that bad," he said, looking at the grip you had on his arm.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just... well, I'm distracted," You muttered, letting go of his arm, feeling a little guilty for it.

“By what, darling?” He inquired, putting the book down and turning his focus on you.

"You," you whispered, and you could see him smirk.

"I'm sorry, what did you say? I didn't catch that,” he teased and you shook your head, you always knew your boyfriend was cocky.

"I said you're distracting me," you repeated, playfully. You looked into his blue eyes, which were like a storm above the ocean, and they were darkening.

His gaze was intense as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"Why is he looking at me like that?"

"I think I could fix that," he announces first before he gets up and heads to his bathroom, leaving you confused.

When he comes back with a towel, you realize what he has in mind.

"Wait, just let me use the bathroom first," you say quickly, heading into the bathroom. You pray quietly because you're just spotting. You open the bag you brought to Draco's, grab the wipes, and do your business before washing your hands. Draco's eyes meet yours once you open the door.

“Come here,” he states, and you walk over hesitantly.

Upon reaching him, his hands gently grip your waist and the pads of his thumbs rub circles on your back.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, as he stands over you.

Your cheeks turn crimson, and you say "Thank you."

He cradles your face, kisses you softly, and you become engulfed in him, kissing him back while your hands wander to his waist.

The desire for more causes your heart to race and you whimper against his lips.

"I've got it, baby," he assures you as his hand slides under your shirt, causing your breathing to slow, and you feel the familiar touch of the silver ring he wears. His hand slides up higher along your soft curves and you feel the sense of possession in his touch as he delicately squeezes you.

The kiss grows stronger, his tongue slips past your lips and yours moves with his in a passionate tango that makes you moan softly.

Your own hands find themselves on his back as you feel the familiar desire spreading like wildfire in your belly. You're unsure whether he's teasing you or taking his time, but you want more and you want it now.

“Please,” you beg and he chuckles.

"So needy," he says teasingly before pulling your shirt off.

“I fucking love it” he grunts looking at your breast with starvation and he pushes you back, not enough to injure you, but enough to catch you off guard and make you gasp falling on his mattress. Draco's gaze softens as the breeze from the room hits your skin.

Are you feeling cold, my love? He asks, tucking your hair back before stroking your cheek.

"Just a bit," you say, and he smiles.

“Under the covers” he states.

You do as asked, and he does the same, moving underneath them with you before he's back on your lips. Because you're so turned on because of hormones, you grind against his hips between your thighs and he's trapped by your legs around his waist.

He groans, his lips moving along your jaw only making it worse with his soft kisses on your heated skin. You moan softly, faced with a high.

You tug at his platinum hair and take into detail how soft it is. How his body is pressed against yours, brushing your nipples as he moves to kiss your neck. His tongue darts out and licks your skin, prompting you to tighten your grip on his hair.

“You're so responsive, so sexy” he whispers before he sucks and licks a bruise onto your neck. He grinds his hard length into your panties, brushing your clit and making you wetter. Your whimpers and moans like music to his ears that he could play on a loop.

He growls as he releases your neck and kisses your collarbone once before disappearing under the covers. He holds you down, branding your waist, with the pressure of his ring as he kisses and nips at your breast.

He whispers "fuck" as he sucks on your nipples. You writhe, eager for him, feeling his tongue flicker and his teeth nipping at your breast until he stops.

He lowers himself, resulting in the blanket following him as he pulls your panties off, tossing them to the side so he can look at you while his fingers glide through your slick folds before he slowly pushes them into your entry.

"So wet and warm," he groans, pumping his fingers in and out, watching you moan softly with a dark hunger gaze. You wither and buck your hips as he picks up the pace curling his fingers just right to hit the spot inside you to have you weak in the knees like you're never gonna walk again, and he doesn't stop, he just goes harder and deeper as you arch your back moaning loudly.

When he hears the wet noises from your pussy as it latches onto his digits, begging to release, he removes them and makes you whine, almost teary-eyed.

“Shut up,” he growls and you bite your lip.

He knows you so well...

He observes and shakes his head.

"God, I'm in love with you," He groans when he takes his boxers off, and your eyes glow with excitement as his cock, slaps against his abdomen, just as happy to see you.

Had you not been so desperate to have him inside you, you would have sucked it like there is no tomorrow.

"It's alright, baby. You'll be home soon."

Draco crawls back between your legs and rubs his tip repeatedly through your wet lips and you swear he whimpers before plunging into your velvety walls, making you moan softly as he seat's himself inside you.

He won't admit it, but he's just as needy for you. He couldn't tell you how many times he's been hard without relief because nothing satisfies him like his girl.

Fuckkk, that's good,” he moans, his head falling back as he shudders.

Your cheeks are heated as he leans forward, resting his hands on either side of your face.

Holding your gaze, he begins to gently and slowly thrust forward, causing your lips to part in a silent cry. Your breath practically stops as he glides so easily inside you, as though you were made just for him, fooling your senses and riddling you blank with every teasing thrust. As he leans forward, making you shiver, his warm breath ghosts over your skin.

“That's it darling, let me in,” he whispers, his accent clear as day.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you hear the creaking of the bed as he picks up the pace, making you moan a little louder and grip the sheets.

He's playing with your pussy, whispering the right things, and kissing the right spots to make you relax and become comfortable, all in order for him to go faster, harder, and deeper.

"Draco, please," you beg as your eyes start to roll.

He growls, "Look at me when you ask for something."

As you meet his eyes, you moan, "Harder."

He knows exactly what you want, so there's no need to ask twice.

As he smirks, he sits up, and those blue eyes lock on yours. He wraps his hand around your neck, pressing lightly, and slamming into you, while you choke on air and pathetically moan and mewl.

As the headboard hits the wall, whoever is on the other side is forced to listen to your pornographic sex while he thrusts into you like his pleasure is more important than your own.

He watches as your legs begin to shake and your body becomes possessed with pleasure. You know that leaving his room will cause you to feel embarrassed.

He allows you to breathe better by releasing your neck, as he fucks you without mercy, ruining you for anyone else.

“Mine,” he growls.

His eyes say it all, his forceful pace says it, you're his girl and this is his pussy.

His cock slams into your pussy faster than it can throb or pulse and you almost beg him to slow down, but this how you like it, hard and possessive. When you can feel your walls begging him to stay inside you as you try to clench and his thrust are so hard and deep you know he needs you too.

He pants, and groans, his own body nearly shaking.

"You feel so good," said in unison, in thought..

You'll always be his, even if you try to escape nobody will fuck you like this, so if you try to find someone else you'll be left unsatisfied.

As you near the edge, he kisses you, tongue and all making you moan softly as you tug his hair.

You can't tell who wants who more with the way you're both making out, and thrust so powerful that somehow your poor little cunt still weeps for more until you can't take it. He finds your hands interlacing your fingers grounding you.

“Be a good girl and cum for me” he whispers, and as you cum lost in bliss and overwhelming pleasure he follows, moaning that he loves you.

He collapses against you, breathing heavily and you wrap your weak legs around him, stroking his hair, affectionately because he's vulnerable like this.

He hums softly in response as you feel your sweaty, sticky skin against his and you inhale your passion in the air while you catch your breath.

“Still distracted?” he says, finally looking at you, you shake your head with a lazy smile.

“Wanna take a bath?” he asks softly

“If I can walk,” you say sarcastically and he chuckles.

You don't have to walk, because he'll carry you, you're his…

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[slvtforfiction]

Can you do something with jake and he's telling his fans that the got a new gf?

New Girlfriend ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Omg yes!! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Thank you for the ask anon <3

☆ Jake Webber X Reader

☆ Fluff! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Sorry that it’s short ml ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Masterlist

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

“Are you sure you want to do this? You know you’ll get hate for it.” I told Jake as we drove in the car to get food for the video.

I knew it would come to this after about 3 months in,it was currently out 3 month anniversary and he had gotten me chocolate and flowers.

I was sat in the passenger seat,looking in the mirror as I applied my makeup,mentally preparing myself for the hate I was about to receive. Although I knew as long as I was with Jake nothing and no one could hurt me.

“I’m sure,I promise,I’m more worried about you getting hate though.Are you sure?” He asked gently,squeezing my hand that rested on the centre console.

“I don’t care about the hate,as long as I’ve got you.” I promised him,as I smiled softly at him.

We grabbed our food from the restaurant and made our way back home,in the car,still talking about the video and if we were both sure,to which we were.

We spoke on the way home,nothing in particular but it was moments like this that made us believe in us.

Knowing we could speak about nothing and everything meant everything to me.

We sat down in front of the camera and I smiled at him setting up our food.

“Are you sure?” I asked him a final time,he smiled, “I’m one hundred percent sure as long as you are.” He told me, “I’m sure.” I smiled.

We sat down and began eating our food as we talked together,already hinting through movements that we were together.

I knew he would have to say it soon and my stomach rose,contorting between butterflies and my stomach dropping entirely.

Any relationship,even platonic,I had with another YouTuber always led to hate or supportive edits. I was preparing myself for both.

I had kept quiet a lot through out the video and Jake had noticed but he kept the video going just in case.

We were talking about the last time Johnnie had come round and it had turned into chaos,I laughed a long with him reliving it as I smiled.

It wasn’t laughable in the moment,but it was beyond funny now I looked back at it,thinking about how I had almost broke my arm at Johnnies expense.

I smiled up at him telling him I was ready,resting my head on his shoulder briefly.

He rested his hand on mine and I smiled as I realised what he was about to say. He held my hand tight as the words slipped out of his mouth and it was music to my ears.

“So I’m sure you’ve seen Y/n crop up in a lot more videos than usual and I’ve already seen some edits and a lot of you were right,so this is my girlfriend Y/n!”

I smiled and nodded throughout his speech as I affirmed it. “Uh yeah,I don’t know what to say but please don’t send hate to Jake at all because it’s not going to change.” I laughed as he gave my hand a squeeze.

“Please don’t send hate to either of us,because that’s hater behaviour,not fan behaviour and neither of us will reply to you not give you any fame or time of day.” He affirmed,knowing that the hate would come whether we wanted it or not.

“As of recording this video we have been together for exactly three months,so happy anniversary to us!” I giggled,trying to be positive and taking back my voice and talking more.

Now that it was said my nerves had calmed as I realised nothing could come between us,even if we did receive hate.

He gave me a kiss on the cheek and smiled back at me,I could already see the edits flying into my inbox.

I smiled as we finished our food,finally out there as a happy couple,whilst I knew Jake would have to edit the video I knew that we didn’t have to hide it any more.

If I wanted,I could scream from the rooftops that he was my boyfriend and everyone would know.

[boyswillbebutch]

Graghh ok so I don't want to dump this all in Jay's inbox so uh @butchgrantcurly have a jadele frantic fanfic both me and @koymoa wrote a couple weeks ago cuz it haunts me/pos

ITLE: Burnt apologies FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: janette biswar, adele beckett WRITERS: laurie, quill, laurie, quill RATED ALL AGES Janette carefully patched up the small blue wounds on her arms, pulling flower petals from them with a wince. Esther's book had never said anything about this, but then again, a lot of pages were missing. After cleaning up the foliage off her sink, she made her way down the hallway, head spinning. Her days just consisted of finding more flowers, pulling them off her skin and patching them up. A change of routine would be nice. You just have to be alive for only one more month, Janette thought bitterly. What a cursed way to live. Sinking down on the couch, she covered her face, trying to calm down her raging headache.

If only she could give this pain to Adele, that'd save her a lot of work. Through her headache, she heard a knock on the door but couldn't get herself to care about it. It was probably Maria coming home-

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She heaved her feet to the door, Janette cringed at the thought that the "Hello" mat was still at the front of the porch was too welcoming for anything. Especially after everything she went through. She opened the door and saw long locks of blonde hair, and those piercing blue eyes that was a labyrinth to get out of. Janette eyes twitched as she glared at the women with a mixture of emotions that even she didn't know. Anger mostly but holy fuck she was beautiful. Stop She thought to herself pushing away those emotions. Janette just scoffed as she closed the door. It didn't though. A calloused pale hand held the edge trying to break the distance, trying to re-build the scorched bridge. "Wait"

"What?" Janette leaned against the door. "What do you want? What do you want to say? I don't want you to say anything. You've hurt me and your husband enough, why don't you leave me alone. You didn't even tell me about him. I don't even love you. JUST LEAVE" Janette's face scrunched in anger, she raised her voice, she shouldn't, she doesn't.

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"You practiced that one, I can tell." Adele said, dismissal tone stabbing Janette in her already aching heart. "I've had a lot of time to think about what to say to you-now do you want something or can you get the fuck off my porch?" Janette felt more flowers creep up her skin, probably caused by emotions now that she thought about it. Adele noticed, reaching out to touch them. Janette smacked her hand away, hating herself for wanting her to continue. "You're very confident for someone who killed me," Adele held up her hands in mock self defense, gasping a little. "It was an accident-" "Burning down an entire building when it was just me inside was an accident?" Janette couldn't stop her voice from cracking a little. Either Adele was a terrible gaslighter or she'd gaslight herself into thinking it'd been an accident.

"Does Josh know? Does he know his partner is a criminal? Oh and a cheater of course," She added the last part sarcastically. Adele was looking at her with too much affection and she grabbed the doorhandle, prepared to close it to stop both of them.

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"Look I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to actually kill you…" She pleaded, her words not meeting her the light in her eyes. Janette snickered at her apology. "As if." "I'm know what you think about me, but I'm seriously not am a bad person, I really thought that he wouldn't find out or you being like this. If I did I would have stopped at 'hello'" Adele rambled her hand going through her hair, pacing around the not so 'welcome' mat. She then stopped and held Janette's face "you know me hun." "Not enough obviously." There was no warmth, no connection, nothing. She let her hold her face for a while, not like she hated it anyway. "The only reason why I don't call the police and file a restraining order or worse, because some people out there think I'm dead." Janette yelled out dead a bit more louder than she should have which made her cringe a little on the inside, but she didn't want her to see any vulnerability. "Next time you show up on my porch, I swear on my kid's life that you will hurt you Adele Beckett" Janette took a step forward glaring at her with all hatred from each generation and each church before her. Adele sighed, she waved her hand dismisively as she moved into the distance. "Fine, see you later" That sentence felt both like a threat or a promise, Janette didn't like the sound of that. After much struggle and back and forward she finally closed the door. Her back slid against the door. "I really need to move"

[atlasalexanderwrites]

My Hero Academia: NSFW Dabbles

A/N: I dunno! I'm doing this "400 words a day" Challenge and these are a few of them!

A/N2: They're not super detailed or parts of longer pieces; for these challenges I just write the first thing that comes to mind without editing. And this is what I ended up with! I would be willing to make them into longer pieces if there was enough interest for them!

A/N3: MY HERO ACADEMIA IS A RELATIVELY NEW FANDOM FOR ME! I haven't written too much for it and I'm not entirely comfortable with writing for these characters yet but I'm trying to get better with them!

A/N4: If there are any warnings/things you feel should be put at the beginning of my writings, please feel free to inbox me. I never know what should be included in these and what isn't necessary!

WARNING: SMUT LEMON NSFW!!! Possible OOC canon characters!

Other (not sure if it requires a warning): Alpha x Omega dynamics

DABBLE #1: Present Mic x OC! Alpha x Omega

Word Count: 464

The stretch is almost too much but Cara couldn't bring herself to whine or protest. It was deliciously perfect and she wanted more.

She knew not to push her alpha's buttons but she had and here she now was. Arms tied above her head with a rope that was looped through a metal ring bolted into the ceiling, her body covered in sweat and bruises from love bites and love marks. Her poor, poor pussy was raw and overstimulated but there was nowhere for her to go as her alpha continued to thrust slow and steadily into her.

He would knot her soon and then shower her in aftercare kisses and sweet words to make sure she was alright as they waited for the swelling of his knot to go down so he could carry her to the shower and gently clean her skin of their mixed spent and sweat.

Alpha is grunting now and Cara can feel the base of his cock swelling. His knot.

She purrs and moans for him, her way of encouraging him. And then she whimpers as her alpha gives two last more harsh pushes of his hips before going still - his grunts in her ear as his knot slips into place and he floods her cunt with his seed.

They remain there for several long minutes before her alpha is untying her hands and gently carrying Cara over to the large bed. He's so, so gentle as he lays her down on her side - the two of them locked together in the most intimate of ways, face to face, as their hands leisurely run over each other's body.

“Hizashi,” Cara finally whispers, being the first of the two to talk. Her soft gaze is hesitant as she lifts her head to meet the love filled eyes of her lover, “I'm sorry for being a brat when you got home and…and for claiming you care for Shouta more than me.”

The man better known as Present Mic was quick to cup her face and place a gentle kiss to her forehead, “No, I'm sorry, my beautiful flower. I should have seen how distracted I've been lately. It's not fair to leave you alone so much. Especially not with our cycle being so soon.”

Cara chewed at her bottom lip at his words. The last thing she wanted was to be reminded that her heat was soon. Less than two weeks away.

As a mated pair Hizashi’s rut and Cara’s heat were synced; they happened for the same week every six months. It had been like that since they met in their early twenties when Cara moved from England to Japan for work.

Having her alpha and lover there during her heat was the only thing that made it bearable.

...

DABBLE #2: Endeavor x Female!OC (an oc that is married to Endeavor instead of Rei)

Word Count: 518

“We…we need to stop.” She said it in barely muffled moans as she grab a fist full of his red hair and held him to her, keeping his head in place between her thighs where he had been for hours by that point.

She always said they needed to stop. That they really shouldn't have been doing this.

It would only cause confusion and pain if their children were to find out their parents (who were divorced) had started sneaking around together. So much had happened in the past, so much that couldn't be completely forgiven or excused but worked through. Second chances could be given.

And that's what she was doing, trying to make sense of their past together; make sense of all he had put her and their children through.

And he was trying, truly, to atone for his wrong doings.

Somewhere along the way of him attempting to make amends for his abuse, the two of them had begun a physical affair, drawing pleasure from one another they had never felt together. Not even when creating their four children.

“Enji.” Yet another orgasm hit her, her cries filling her bedroom as she wiggled underneath him, her hand pulling at his hair until he lifted his head away from her far too sensitive and overstimulated cunt. “You enjoy doing that too much.” She accused, panting and trying to find some amount of strength left in her.

The man known best as Endeavor smiled and moved up her body, kissing her slowly but deeply. “How could I not? I have much to make up for. Neglecting your needs for my own is only one such thing I need to correct.”

“After the last few months, I forgive you for not giving me mind-expanding orgasms in the past.”

Enji shook his head, “I have not forgiven myself, though, and so I can't accept your forgiveness.” His hand reached between their bodies to align his cock with her entrance, teasingly rubbing the head against her soaked pussy before slowly pushing between her folds and into her wetness, panting and growling slightly as he kept himself still, giving her time to adjust.

They kissed once more as Enji began to thrust, setting a pace that was slow and more like love making than stress relief or atonement.

He would pull out before cumming; it had been their agreement the first time they reconnected sexually. He pulled out and she was on birth control. Neither wanted to risk having a fifth child. Those days were behind them, and a baby wouldn't help solve anything. Plus, the state of the world was no place for another baby when they both already worried so much about their three remaining children; one who attended UA Hero Academy and was in the thick of hero work just as his father was.

Pulling out aside, he was warm and heavy and thick and she didn't try to stop her moans - nor did he hide his grunts - from filling the room along with the sound of skin slapping on skin and the headboard rocking against the wall. 

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HELLO EVERYONE!

As I said above, this is just a few short/quick dabbles that I typed up for a Year Long, Daily Writing Challenge I have been doing since January 1st! It's quick and easy and honestly has helped so much with my creatively and helping me be fun with my writing again!

I hope you all enjoyed!

If you did, feel free to like, reblog, and maybe leave a comment! Any of the three is much appreciated!

Please Stay Safe!

~ Atlex Writes :D

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[twisted-art-wounders]

Here's a Breaking The Seal question to help motivate you: what was the end goal for this story? Not the ending of the story: I mean your goal for writing the story. Like, what did you want to achieve by using the Yugioh characters in this (freakin' amazing) storyline?

Well it always bugged me that Yugi was taken out half way through the season and was basically held captive like a damsel in distress but mostly as a tool to further sell the fact Atem screwed up royally and there are consequences to his actions and all.

Which is fine cause it does help push Atem's character forward but it still feels like a slap in the face to Yugi who again it feels like the producers just didn't like him as a main character. And in a franchise were they gotta sell you those cards a protagonist needs to be "cool" to move the product (thus why Kaiba has so much merch and screen time) and sadly the ppl who will mostly buy the cards and watch the show wanna see the cool guy not the guy who reflects kindness and doesn't look like he'd hurt a fly. And yeah I know there are other shoenen protags who are like him as well but circumstances are different in this one compared to the others.

So yes it ALWAYS rubbed me the wrong way how Yugi was treated in DM; Manga and even Toei did way better and I'll die on that hill despite their flaws they still treated Yugi better then DM did. So with the power of creativity and years of having to sit back and watch my favorite character continually be left out of like EVERYTHING I decided it was time to change that.

And at this point I was more willing to actually write a thing since whenever I try to make long form comics I bail out part way though (Comics take ALOT of work ppl.) so this seemed like the better move.

So I made my first Fan Fic Leviathan Rising but that AU takes place after Yugi was taken and sorta turned into my own fun thing were I actually give character to main antagonist of that season (Leviathan) and sorta turn him in to an OC which I love <3

So for this fic I decided to explore what would happen if Yugi was made into the true antagonist of that season. Truth is Yugi could be just as evil as any person but he actively chooses to not be a total asshole if he can help it. Also I watched season 3 of Tangled the Series (Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure) and while I have my issues with Cassandra's turn to evil and how they handled it I still liked it. So I figured I'd like to take a crack on that same idea of the villain manipulating the hero's closest friend into their greatest enemy.

Thus DOMA Yugi is born! and since I love exploring Yugi as a villain (Black Mirror and Final Yugi AU) it seemed to fit. Since last fic Yugi was unwilling to be part of the evil this time he is (of course he's being manipulated all the way so far...) And at this time in the fic he has gone to DOMA's side so we'll read how that turns out soon :3

(sorry it took so long to answer you! I've been really busy and this sat in my inbox for months T.T; )

[deewithani]

Hello I'm @clone-anon and I see you are thinking about a certain someone and thought, hey, maybe I could send a story? If this is not to your liking then I'm sorry. (I sometimes send people little clone stories in their inboxes.)

You watched the suns set as your thoughts drifted. It got cold when it got dark. You pulled a blanket over your shoulders. You could hear Boba one level down, the Daimyo trying to get through the last of the work for today. There was a dispute between two a farmer and a vendor over credits owed. You smiled to yourself as you could picture the look on his face. Exhausted, but trying to listen. Raising his eyebrows when the vendor admitted to stealing but claimed it didn't matter since that was an entire month ago.

"I've heard enough," Boba said. Within two minutes of stating his decision he marched upstairs. You turned and smiled at him when he entered the bedroom. A droid appeared to help him take his armor off.

"That won't be necessary," he said. The droid left you in peace and he sighed. Despite his exhaustion at a long day, he smiled at you and you could swear he was sauntering just a little.

You kissed his perfect lips and turned to have one more look outside. He stood behind you and ran his hands up your arms while peppering little kisses on your neck.

"And how is my queen this evening," he asked.

"Missing you," you answered, turning as he wrapped you in his strong arms. You leaned into his embrace, immediately warmed by his presence.

"I'm here now," he replied, kissing you again and pulling you into bed. While you changed into sleep clothes, Boba moved the pillows around, making sure they were positioned how he knew you liked them. He sprawled out a little, but making sure there was plenty of room for you to snuggle against his chest. Once you joined him in bed he couldn't help but smile contentedly. He held you and lightly traced some circles on your back. "You can have me all night," he added.

@clone-anon!!!!

Thank you so very much for this! It was beautiful, perfect, everything I could have wished for!

This is so special 💖. You really made dealing with some very exhausting days easier with this gift. I can't thank you enough 😊

[alatismeni-theitsa]

Hyper specific complaint here, hi :3

I really don't know if anyone would understand half of what I was saying if it was any other blog but θείτσα μ here have me bear my soul to you I think you'll at least find it entertaining to read?

Maybe I'm biased or was always choosing the wrong genre but as a Greek Kid reading Greek Books in my childhood I was always so disappointed to see the trope "there's no Treasure, the Treasure was the Friends We Made Along The Way :)" because that's just such a cheap cheat on an ending of an adventure genre book

Like as I kid I had personal beef with it. Like, why did authors have to back out on us. Like, "oh yeah y'all went on a three month summer adventure collecting clues and deciphering secret messages but there's no gold at the end of the trail because it's not realistic" FUCK REALISM I WANT TO BE REWARDED FOR MY EMOTIONAL INVESTMENT

And if it was one book it'd be fine BUT THIS TROPE PERSONALLY PLAGUED ME IT WAS EVERYWHERE does anybody have this specific experience or am I losing my mind.

Two titles that come to mind just cause I'm still salty about it are SPOILER ALERT Ο Θησαυρός του Ταϋγέτου and Στο Μυστρά Με Πανσέληνο (has anyone else read those?). Don't get me wrong I don't hate the books. Actually I do love them since I still remember the title and plot since I first read them, it's just... I'd just like to burn them in the τζάκι for leaving me hanging like this. Just mildly salty about it. :/

AND THEN ONE DAY

At some point στο δημοτικό I found a book series (πρέπει να ήταν μεταφρασμένη λογοτεχνία) στην δανειστική βιβλιοθήκη του ΚΔΑΠ που πήγαινα τότε that was the same group of friends (with a few new characters sometimes) going on adventures and unintentionally always falling into life changing adventures. Like I think I vividly remember a dialogue that went like "Oh, this summer let's go somewhere that we won't get involved in a great adventure for a change" and then me laughing because guess what they did. They went in a great adventure (again) and found treasure (again) and holy shit I love this book series. Might be inaccurate because it's been a long time since I last held them but who cares it's the memory that counts.

And it's been haunting me bc I don't remember the title AND I ADORE THESE BOOKS I remembered it randomly and it feels like I've lost part of myself :((((((

...

Thank god I didn't send the ask off immediately after writing it and my last three braincells came together for a miracle.

(Quick note: Moms remember everything and I made the wise decision Να Ρωτήσω Τη Μαμά.... ΚΑΙ ΞΕΡΕΤΕ ΤΙ)

WE REMEMBERED THE TITLE

THE BOOK SERIES WAS CALLED ΟΙ ΠΕΝΤΕ ΦΙΛΟΙ / THE FAMOUS FIVE (i think)

WATCH ME BUY EVERY SINGLE BOOK IN ONE GO AND RECONNECTING WITH A HOLY PART OF MY CHILDHOOD COSTS BE DAMNED

I'M SMILING SO HARD RN OMG IT'S MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE SERIES EVER WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK I CAN HAVE IT AGAIN HOLY SHIT SORRY FOR CURSING SO MUCH BUT I'M SO HAPPY

(This is not a complaint ask anymore as I originally intended it to be but hey sometimes a tiny detail in your life changes while writing something and now you're x100000000 happier this has been a miracle here have it)

Γεια!! Sorry for answering this late, but it's because my inbox is often full.

"there's no Treasure, the Treasure was the Friends We Made Along The Way :)" Oooh my gosh, this is my most behated trope of all time! Just give me the promised treasure, damn it! You can also give me the additional gift of friendship as a surprise but pleaase just give me what you promised in the beginning!

My other issue is that the search for the treasure - which is what attracts you to the book as a kid - is like... 5% of the book, and then it all gets resolved in five minutes in the end. I don't want to hear about the random uncle and the school problems of one's sister. I want the treasure!!! I think such a book for me was Ο θησαυρός της Βαγίας (The Treasure of Vaghia) because I still remember the disappointment.

For some reason I never read Οι πέντε φίλοι but the title was always there, in the Κινητη Βιβλιοθηκη :) Buy them and enjoy them all over again!

[parkitaco]

can I ask for details abt this amnesia fic that once has so much promise? 👀

also fun fact I too have an amnesia fic that once held so much promise but is now functionally abandoned until further notice. hive mind moment

hello elli YES omg idk what it is apparently amnesia fics are just that fucking difficult. or smth. idk but!! yes i will share everything that is still in my brain involving this fic (under the cut tho i'm abt to infodump so hard)

this idea was originally planted by an anon who left a very cute little amnesia prompt in my inbox (anon if you're out there i'm so sorry i swearrr). i've since deviated from the og prompt which was fairly lighthearted (amnesia will sees mike hovering over him obsessively and assumes he's his bf. and mike short circuits. which was an excellent idea my brain just wouldn't accept it) and went for angst bc well. i'm like that. and basically my idea was just that will wakes up in mike's room very recently post-apocalypse (the wheeler's house has been a base in the apocalypse and mike offered his room bc of course he did), having been in a coma for a few months. the idea behind it was that vecna / the hive mind tried to possess him again, but this time will was strong enough to fight back, and though he couldn't fight *through* the possession he was at least able to kind of incapacitate himself so that he couldn't be used to hurt his friends (yay angst!!). while he was asleep the others managed to stop vecna / kill the UD, hence freeing will from possession. yay he's awake!! unfortunately, since he was in the coma for so long, the virus ate away parts of his consciousness, namely his memories.

basically i took s2 and birthdaygate and made it bigger and more dramatic and worse. yay parker!!

the way i was planning on having will's memories come back is very slowly and methodically (i.e. it takes him a while to remember stuff but once he does it pretty much sticks), mainly through him being reminded of them through sensory recognition or people sharing stuff - he also has vague feelings attached to people, and can definitely recognize when a face belongs to someone important to him (cough cough mike wheeler) but he doesn't remember names or details and this drives him INSANE.

the bylerification of this would be mike, post-apocalypse and broken up with el and having had some Very Important Realizations, frantically fumbling trying to give will love confessions and apologies when will literally doesn't remember any of their fights. so not only does mike have to apologize for everything, he also has to make will relive it first, and Then hope that will doesn't reject him. (hehe.) this sucks for him, but yada yada it all works out and they make out sloppy. the end

i abandoned this fic for a lot of reasons, many of which i no longer remember, but the main ones were a., that is a lot of backstory for a story that ultimately doesn't have much plot beyond Mike Is Stressed And Will Is Confused, and b., at the time i was kind of burnt out on writing/reading apocalypse stuff, and c., i wasn't a big fan of the concept of everyone saving the world with will still incapacitated bc i know my boy is more of a key character than that!!! (this is small and ik people could get over it for This One Fic but it Really Bothered me Ok)

that being said,,, writing all this out did remind me of how much i liked the concept and i think taking the pressure off of myself for a couple months did help, as did taking a break from apocalypsey concepts for a while. so. Maybe. and that is all i will say about that <33

[thetragicallynerdy]

I absolutely adore everything you write but the remington steele au has me in a chokehold (😁) very curious about anything from the 3 in your list you wanna share!

OH MY GOD HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN IN MY INBOX

I'm so sorry i completely missed it???? Thank you so much, I adore the Remington Steele au too so yes here is the info about the three on my WIP list!!!

(For the unfamiliar - the Remington Steele AU is a Jim/Ed OFMD AU in which Jim is a detective, Ed is a conman playing their detective boss, based loosely off the 80's show. It's mainly a smutty kink series, so far, with lots of Feelings. The next few parts will also have some h/c because I'm an h/c gremlin)

So there are three more parts "planned" and partially written in the series. #1/#2 of the series is posted. The rest will be written in the next 2-48 months. This is not a quick updating series lmao.

#3 - hypothermia - and you won't give me a straight answer

This is when we start to get a bit more 'not just smut'! Jim and Ed go on a case up north in winter, and in the process of a chase scene, Jim falls through some ice. Ed takes care of them. Also will feat. Ed trying to get Jim to talk about feelings (spoiler: they probably won't), the two of them maybe finally having sex where they're both fully naked, and also some non-kinky sex and maybe some non-sexual kink who knows!!

#4 - caught in a cell together - my love keeps growing still the same (just like a cancer)

Remember when I said there would be more h/c in the next two? Yeah, that's because #3 and #4 started out as me wanting to write mildly whumpy fics for this au XD

While on a case, Jim goes missing. A day later, Ed, snooping around trying to find them, gets caught by The Bad Guys and - surprise! - Jim got caught and is being held. Featuring hurt slightly feral Jim protecting Ed, awkward cuddling while in handcuffs, and bonus Lucius.

This one will continue themes of "Jim take care of yourself or I will take care of you," but also expand on "now Jim wants to take care of Ed, too." And maybe some discussion of long-term kink relationships like adults! And probably some sex because this series revolves around smut!!

#5 - your name is the only word i can say (gotta be the one, gotta be the way)

literally the only thing in this fic document is the lyrics of Arcade Fire's Crown of Love that all the titles in the series comes from. so this might change, but right now what I plan to include in this fic are:

love confessions (fucking finally)

collaring :3

that's it that's all i've got

ANYWAY thank you so much for being patient, I am so sorry this is a ridiculously late answer!! And thank you so much for the ask, this is my fav series to ramble about <3

[starshifter]

I don’t typically use tumblr but I had to get over and just. Gush about face the blackened sky for a second. I read it for the first time like 3 months ago and I have not stopped thinking about it in the time since. I just reread it and am continued to be amazing by how well you write blade,,, he’s so amazing and in character and that fic goes over so many things about his character that I’m always wishing people would talk about!! just… you get it. You understand his character so well.

There are so many lines I could point out specifically that i am obsessed with but at that point I’d just be typing like half of the fic, but I do want to specifically shout out the line from chapter 2 when blade says “he was so tired. He didn’t want to stay a monster forever” and a bit after that with “Blade had followed Imbibitor Lunae into damnation once. He didn ’t think he’d learned anything in the centuries since” I just… I think about those lines constantly. It hit me like a truck the first time around and every time I’ve thought about it since makes me just as sad (positive).

The way you write about Baiheng in general is amazing. I love how you portrayed the guilt that blade has over everything and how much he just… feels like he has disgraced her memory. It’s so sad they mean the absolute most to me.

anyway sorry for ranting but I really needed to just compliment you on this fic!! Amazing work and thank you for posting it

aaaaaaaa you're so sweet i just

please, dont apologize for coming into my inbox to rant. it makes me so happy to hear from my readers, you have no idea. youve spent months thinking about the fic, i will spend months thinking about your kind words. equivalent exchange lol

but yeah, blade is very near and dear to my heart. he's just. so fucking painfully human in the face of all the terrible and wonderful things he's experienced. the depth of depression he's sunk into... god. but even more than that, it's about all the love he feels. about the way it transforms in the face of loss, but never disappears. he couldnt hate dan heng without loving him first. i cant not dig into that. it's like fucking catnip to me.

i've honestly spent an ungodly amount of time pouring over ever single scrap of information they've given us about him, and that's the whole reason i know all those details to write about them. rip me

but he's so complex, and so few people take the time to understand the depth of detail that hoyo put into creating him! like, the jokes about him are funny and all, but they just....completely miss the core of his character. i think a lot of casual players take him at face value. which is completely understandable, but it's just so sad to me.

so, as a writer, it is my duty to highlight all of that for people to appreciate. i'm doing my part🫡

....also maybe i just like babbling about things i like. maybe this isnt even a fic. maybe it's just me starting a blade encyclopedia lmao

tbh, im also p obsessed with baiheng. i have such a weakness for tragedy, and they fucking cooked up a heart wrenching one with her story. the sheer devastation left in her wake due to the depths of the love her friends held for her. i just 😭😭😭 how can i not love her too?

i wish we had the actual details though. there's so many questions i still have about the sedition, which I'm sure will come to light eventually, but god. i just want to knoooow. i'm sure it's even more painful and complex than we currently realize.

[cherry-bomb-ships]

F/ovember FAQ

I wanted to write out this little post of any general questions about this event. Please give it a read if you're interested in participating! ���

What is F/ovember?

F/ovember is an f/o takeover event spanning for the entire month of November, from the 1st to the 30th, where self shippers are encouraged to give their f/os control of their blog for the month.

What's an f/o takeover?

An f/o takeover is a one-person event that used to be pretty popular in the self-ship community, where bloggers give their f/o(s) control of their blog (a.k.a. you essentially get to roleplay as your f/o) and invite their followers to ask their f/o(s) questions, typically about their self ship.

I've never done an f/o takeover before! What are the rules?

That's the beauty of this event; the simplicity! The basic guideline is that your f/o is the one answering questions, but the rest is up to you! That being said, there are two rules that I encourage everyone to follow:

One, if someone sends you an ask, send one back to them if they're participating as well! It's good ask karma and you might make a new friend out of it too!

Two, please do not write your f/o saying mean or hurtful things about you. If it's a lighthearted jab or part of your lore, then thats a slight exception, but they would never say anything genuinely hateful about you, I promise 💝

Do I have to keep up the takeover for the entire month to participate?

Not at all! You're encouraged to have the takeover on your blog for the whole month, of course, but you can do it as long as a week, a weekend, or even just a single day. You can even do it for a week, drop the event, and then pick it back up later in the month if you'd like to!

What if I want to do the takeover with only a few/one of my f/os, or do the takeover with only a certain type of f/o (platonic, familial, etc)?

Then do it!! You're allowed to use as few or as many f/os as you want, and any type of f/o you want! You can even switch which f/o or what type is answering questions from day to day (i.e. having a day/week for all platonic f/os).

Who is running/moderating this event? Who is allowed to join? How can I sign up?

I came up with the event idea on my own (my name's Ruby if you don't know me, hi :3), so I suppose that technically makes me its sole moderator, but that is only in the most loose of terms. This is being held on each person's individual blog, so there is no type of sign-up process required! However, that also means there's not much I can do against someone joining other than blocking them and advising others to do the same.

That being said, I would appreciate if anyone who matches my DNI section of my Carrd, especially pr*shippers and c*mshippers, does not interact with this event or use the tags for it either. This is event is not for you.

I am a pr*shipper and I'm gonna interact and do the event anyway! You can't stop people from just using a tag!

Okay. Have fun on the blocklist, freak :)

No one is sending me any asks! I feel left out :(

I'm really sorry to hear that. While there's no solid way to guarantee asks in your inbox, there are a few things you can do to increase your chances. You can try making a promo post for your takeover, and be sure to tag all your posts related to it with "f/ovember", as well as other tags like "f/o takeover", "fovember", and "self ship community" so people who frequent those tags can see it. You can also try sending asks out to other self shippers who are doing a takeover, as they're likely to send one back. In addition to that, I'll be trying to send an ask to everyone participating, so if I missed you then please do not be afraid to send me a quick message about it!

Are you participating with an f/o takeover as well?

Yes, I am! I'll be trying to run my takeover for the entire month with all of my f/os available to answer questions!

I have a question that wasn't answered here, or need some more clarification on something!

No problem, friend! My inbox is always open for any inquiries you may have about this event or takeovers in general!