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#the way he talks about him will always make me emotional ❤
thecampfirescene · 1 year
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Keanu talking about River on reddit
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neptuneiris · 3 months
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Wild Hearts | (One Shot)
'you, it's always been you'
pairing: prince!aemond × lowborn!reader
summary: you and he can't be together, yet the two of you have fallen for each other. but the Gods are not merciful and you both have to let go. but by comparison, your charming prince doesn't think the same way you do.
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this is the new idea that I was talking about hehe🤭
i hope you like it a lot and first of all, i want you to know that there will be part two and nothing else. so enjoy this, dig it and let me know your opinion that is the most excited i am to read❤
enjoy and thank you so much for your support beautiful people!
warnings: angst, sex content, arranged married, minor mentions of cuts and blood, smut but not so elaborate.
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The Gods can be cruel.
And for some time they have been cruel, especially to you.
You are a lady, yes, but not of a great house enough to be worth anything really big and significant. All your father can offer the Realm is a few soldiers, horses and you.
You are the only daughter of an arranged marriage trying to find their place among the Court. And when you are born a woman, your duty is to marry a suitable man, please him and give birth to as many children as possible.
That was your purpose in coming to King's Landing after Queen Alicent approved your stay at the Red Keep and you became a lady-in-waiting to the highborn ladys who also remain at Court.
But no one, not even you, could have prevented that those plans would no longer be a priority for you the moment you met Prince Aemond Targaryen.
You knew of the one-eyed prince's reputation, as well as his brutality in combat, his cold behavior and also of his recognition as the rider of the largest dragon in the world. But most of all, you knew that his disinterested and sometimes mean personality... was due to how he lost his eye at such a young age.
But that was what he wanted to show all the people of the Court and its visitors.
After such humiliating years of trying to prove himself while at the same time listening to whispers and rumors about him and the pity he caused people for losing his eye, Aemond had no interest in pleasing the Court, so he was just mean, disinterested and cold.
But with you it was all different.
Perhaps it was being alone for so long that he finally got tired of himself and let you in and see his other side, his true side that very few were privileged to see. After all, you were just a lowborn lady who had lived her whole life with the same duty as him: to please the Realm and fill its needs.
But even he never imagined that you and he would understand each other so well.
The gleam of his violet eye, charged with an unusual intensity and determination, the effect he made you feel when you looked back at him and saw his patch covering his left socket and the way he spoke and behaved with you, triggered a wave of unknown emotions and expectations in you.
Your first casual encounter with the prince began in the library, where you exchanged literary tastes. You revealed your fascination for the history of the Andals, as well as shared with him how interesting you found the stories of his family, the Targaryens.
And he shared with you his admiration for history and philosophy as well.
Your casual encounters with him continued in the library and before long, those encounters extended to walks in the gardens. Those walks became a mostly secret habit, where you not only shared equal opinions about books and history, but where you both got to know each other a little more.
And despite the growing friendship and the bonds that intertwined with every conversation and interaction, the weight of undeniable reality persisted.
However, neither of you stopped.
On some trips he had to make, on every return he would always bring some gift for you, whether it was a piece of jewelry or a new book that you don't have access to, to leave secretly in you chamber. Or he would even surprise you with a rare flower that is not seen in the Crowlands, handing it to you so delicately while you tried to keep the blush on your cheeks from being so obvious.
You too tried to look casual when you went to the training yard just to watch him train discreetly, admiring his skills and in every fight smiling proudly every time he made his opponents surrender to him.
And in the midst of everything and everyone, his violet eye always met yours.
At banquets and celebrations it was also the same. The two of you couldn't engage in conversation as such, at least not alone, so all night long, you could only exchange glances and act like complete strangers.
But in the occasional places where the two of you meet and no one else is around, you can act completely free.
He shared with you the story of how he claimed Vhagar, told you more about the history of his ancestors, even taught you some High Valyrian words, while you, who in comparison to him do not possess anything as great and exciting as he does, share with him your thoughts, dreams and tastes.
You both became friends. You became the friend he didn't know he needed and you definitely didn't expect someone like him, especially him, to enjoy your company so much.
And during those years, you couldn't blame the Gods for falling completely in love with the prince.
That was your total freedom and decision, even though you knew how impossible the situation was and that the two of you could probably never be together.
Your house is not worth enough to allow a union between you and a prince of the Realm. It was also useless to suggest it, because the answer would be no, both from the Queen and from your parents, who would have been totally pleased.
But Aemond is destined for more, you know that. And that more is definitely not you and not even close.
And despite this, you couldn't help but imagine as a fleeting dream the moment when he and you unite and become one. A dream that will never happen in which you finally become his wife and you can call him yours, just as he can also call you his, in body and soul.
But that dream is finally shattered when they announce the official betrothal between him and Lady Floris Baratheon.
It was something that was eventually going to happen, you knew it was going to happen, but still, the news takes you by surprise and your heart breaks into pieces, while everyone around you rejoices at the news and approves.
The days following the betrothal announcement become dark and sad for you. You retreat most of your time in your chamber, not having the mood to go out and face the Court, much less him.
And when you had to face the daylight, your steps became stealthy and sparse, trying to keep your distance as much as possible and avoiding any possible encounter with him or anyone else from the royal family.
Aemond of course realized the distance you took and respected it. Not because he knew exactly what happened, but because he thought you had other important matters that did not allow you to share your time with him.
It wasn't until an audience at the Court where the Queen and the Hand of the King attend to the needs of the people, that Aemond finally caught a glimpse of you. But you didn't return his gaze even for a moment. And it is only then that he tries to understand the reason for your distancing, but your eyes avoid any eye contact with him.
You spend several days living in the same way, until one silent morning, Aemond finds you in the library all alone. He knows this is not your favorite time to read, nor is it his, so to say you are avoiding him is clear at that moment.
He opens one of the doors gently and closes it audibly enough to get your attention. He sees perfectly how your whole body tenses and nerves are reflected in your gaze, as well as discontent.
That especially catches his attention and with more purpose he wanders deeper into the library, watching you completely intently and in search of an explanation, wanting to know what he has done to make his presence before you now uncomfortable and annoying to you.
"My prince," you say politely enough, bowing your head to him, but already wanting to leave.
You certainly did not expect him to appear and now you only try to hide from him as much as you can so that he avoids looking at the disappointment on your face.
"My Lady," he says, still with bewilderment in his gaze, taking a couple of steps towards you, "It is good to finally see you after so many weeks without your presence."
You force a small smile, lowering your gaze.
"It's good to see you too, my prince."
His closeness begins to unsettle you, feeling each step he takes towards you as an echo of emotions you'd rather keep hidden. And this is exactly why you desperately seek a way out, a convincing excuse to get away from him.
"If you'll excuse me, my prince, I must retire," you decide to say without further ado, hoping that it will work, "I wish you a good day."
But you only manage to move two steps forward when he quickly blocks your path.
"Wait."
Instantly you watch him intently and in awe, feeling your heart begin to beat too fast, as he looks at you confused and hopeful.
"You've been... absent lately," he says, his words laden with a mixture of confusion and longing.
You swallow hard, averting your gaze from his for a moment. You don't even want to look him in the eye but that would be rude and not appropriate behavior in front of a prince. So you have no choice.
"Yes," you say in a mumble, trying to find an excuse quickly, "I-I've had to take care of some important matters with my family. Also, my responsibilities at Court have kept me occupied with the ladies and other engagements, which has left me less free time, my prince."
And despite your explanation, really not at all convincing, Aemond can't help but feel annoyed.
"And will you stop saying that?" he inquires in a low tone and you watch him in confusion.
"What do you mean, my prince?"
"Exactly that, my title," he points out deliberately, "There's no one else here, it's just you and me. I don't understand what all the formality is about."
You press your lips together, again averting your gaze from him, as you as well as he, feel that tension between the two of you, a tension completely unfamiliar and one you have never felt before in each other's presence.
You had never felt uncomfortable in his presence and you had never wanted to get away from him before.
"I apologize. It was not my intention to offend you," you observe him with a serious expression, "If you'll excuse me, I have to leave now to attend to an engagement."
Again you try to walk past him and head for the library doors, but Aemond prevents it once again, blocking your path and pushing you back with his determined and clearly annoyed gaze.
"You are avoiding me," he sentences, firm with his words, showing his inconformity, surprising you, "Nothing is the same between both of us anymore and your explanations don't justify it," he says, with annoyance in his voice and a determination, "Did something happen that I don't know about?"
He asks, watching you with a restrained fury, mostly to see how you try to escape from him, while you press your lips together, trying not to let your look show your pain, disappointment and resignation.
But his gaze clings to yours with an intensity charged with longing, wanting to know, while the silence is uncomfortable and you feel again that tension between the two of you. Until finally you decide to break the silence to not quite answer her question, still evading it.
"This is inappropriate. We shouldn't be alone."
You say without looking him in the eye and that only increases the anger inside him more, watching you without understanding.
"Why the shyness all of a sudden?"
You bite your lips, feeling the discontent all over your insides as you say your next words.
"You are betrothed. People might think badly of you and me if they see us here alone."
"Oh, please Y/N," he tells you incredulously, annoyed, "You're acting ridiculous."
"Aemond-
"Why this sudden concern for appearances?" he questions, his tone infused with irritation and annoyance, "Everyone knows we're close, we always have been, and now it's inappropriate?" he inquire, not understanding.
You let out a short breath, closing your eyes for a moment, really not wanting this to be any harder than it probably will be.
"You don't understand," you murmur sadly, biting your lips, "You are betrothed now," you observe him with the resistance to cry in your gaze, "Now there are limits we cannot cross. And it would be best if this were no longer to go on," you say with a lump in your throat, "Your gifts and our meetings must stop, for the good of your future marriage and out of respect for your f-future... wife."
The weight of your words are felt in your tone, with sadness invading you as you utter them, as well as the ending of this... friendship.
Again the heavy silence hangs between the two of you, laden with a sadness and helplessness that neither of you can control. And although Aemond doesn't fully understand your reasons for distancing yourself from him, he knows there is something else that he still can't quite figure it out.
"Y/N, if you're upset because I didn't tell you about the plans my mother and grandsire had for me-
"No, no, I assure you it's not that," you hasten to say, hiding your sadness and disappointment, "It would eventually happen, wouldn't it?" you shrug, trying to smile genuinely towards him, but you can't, "You must do your duty and I will too, sooner or later," you say, lowering your gaze.
Aemond is speechless for a moment, watching you and nothing else, still feeling the guilt inside, while you struggle to contain your true emotions and shout to him in that moment that you love him, let him know once and for all, though it won't change anything.
"Y/N..." he murmurs, his barely audible voice full of bewilderment and a hint of pain, "Still I didn't want to-
"No, no... it's not your fault," you say again quickly, struggling to keep your composure, "Truly, it's all right. I should leave now."
He lets out a sigh, lowering his gaze for a second to look at you in concert with longing and concern.
"Can we please talk about this? I don't want things to end up like this between us."
"Don't worry," you try to smile genuinely at him, but rather a grimace appears on your lips, "I'm sure we can meet in the hallways and talk at the feast."
You tell him in a confident and assured tone, but even you know that won't be true.
"Oh and... hum... congratulations on your upcoming nuptials," you say with a lump in your throat and a forced smile on your lips.
To you, the falsity of your congratulations echoes in the air, a subtle echo of disappointment and resignation flooding your heart. Aemond tries to say something with the right words, but you don't give him the time as you finally move forward and no one stops you, each step echoing with the heaviness of what could have been and was not.
But just when you think you've managed to get far enough away, a hand gently lands on your arm, once again stopping you.
"Wait, please."
Aemond's voice sounds full of urgency and longing, making your breath catch for a second. And when you turn to look at him with the clear resignation and sadness in your gaze, his look reveals a mixture of torment and determination, frustration as well.
"I did not wish for this, Y/N," he confesses truthfully, his voice soft and emotionally charged. "It is not my desire to marry Lord Borros' daughter. That is not what I wish for myself."
Your eyes fill with tears as you hear his words, surprise in your gaze. And he stares directly into your eyes with despair, as if his thoughts are trying to be conveyed through his gaze.
And even though you have nothing to say regarding that, he continues with a confession that takes your breath away.
"Y/N..." he whispers, his expression heavy with longing. "If I had a choice, if the decision were mine, I would not hesitate in....
His words hang in the air, causing confusion in you for a moment, but as you watch him closely, his gaze speaks for him.
He watches you with attention, longing and hope, adoringly seeing the way your beautiful purple dress highlights your figure and beauty, with those precious and discreet jewels adorning your neck and fingers... his woman.
He shows you his affection and expresses it simply by observing you that he doesn't need to say anything else aloud. The meaning of her words is dispersed between the two of you, revealing a shared desire and a deep connection.
As you, upon understanding, surprise and hope collide within you, leaving you breathless at the implicit, yet clear revelation. Emotions intertwine in a whirlwind of feelings as the weight of his words sink deep within you. Your heart only beats faster, unable to believe what you are hearing, as time seems to have stopped, unable to speak.
And only then there, you can feel joy in knowing that your feelings are reciprocated, but the pain of knowing that it is now too late, simply ruins everything and fills you with pain.
"Why are you saying it until now?" you whisper with your voice broken and your gaze lowered.
"Y/N, please-
You don't let him say anything else, as with a lump in your throat and tears streaming down your cheeks, a sight Aemond doesn't like to see, you turn away from him more quickly and walk out of the library, leaving him alone with the weight of these confessions and unspoken words.
Also with a heart full of regret.
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The news of your courtship came weeks after the last time you spoke to Aemond in the library.
You definitely did not expect to hear that at all, as you felt like you had been unexpectedly punched hard in your stomach and a sharp pain settled in your chest as your father spoke complacently about how he received two advantageous offers for the asking of your hand, Lord Ronan Redwyne and Lord Alan Beesbury.
Despite your father's efforts to express the importance and political benefits of such possible unions, to you it was as if the air itself had become heavier and stifling.
Only on this occasion the Gods had been good to you, as both men are the same age as you, so the fear of having to marry a man who multiplies your age and was surely going to be bad to you evaporates.
But still, you feel trapped and obligated.
Of course, your parents are quick to push you to start having conversations with both men to see which of the two is the most suitable for you.
Lord Alan, with his refined presence and gentle smile, known to be a skilled knight, is kind and very gentlemanly. You always see his attempt to make you feel comfortable with his presence, also in the topics of conversation that arise between the two, telling you about his home, his family, some stories and sharing some wishes with you.
You appreciate that, as you can tell he's doing his best, but even so, your mind reels at the thought of him being the possible candidate to take your hand, which adds another layer of complexity to your situation.
The same goes for Lord Ronan.
Despite his kindness, chivalry and the attractiveness of his face, you find no peace in the situation. You don't even care that they are both advantageous for a future marriage, all you want is freedom, to wait a little longer until you heal.
But at least you are being given the choice, a privilege not many women get from their parents when it comes time to marry and simply sell them as a trophy to the first advantageous man.
"It's a beautiful day, don't you think, my Lady?" says Ronan, breaking the silence between the two as you stroll through the Red Keep gardens.
"Yes, it is," you reply with a forced smile, lowering your gaze, keeping your pace slow.
He watches you intently.
"I just want you to know that I am eager to get to know you better, my Lady," he tells you gently and formally, "And any questions you have about me, you can tell me. Also any thoughts you have, I will be pleased to hear them."
You nod politely, feeling a little uncomfortable about the situation, unable to help yourself. And though you truly appreciate Ronan's kindness, your heart still yearns for something that now eludes you.
As you continue the walk, you strive to find something in Ronan, anything, just as you do whenever you are in Lord Alan's company, but you always fail. And even though neither of them is a bad man, you know that they too are caught up in choosing a future wife that is not entirely of their choosing.
"I thank you for your kindness, my Lord."
You say in a sincere voice, looking him in the eyes for the first time since you had started the walk,
"And also for your interest. Not many men are interested in the thoughts of women these days."
Ronan places a kind and understanding little smile on his lips, nodding in your direction.
"There is nothing to be thankful for, my Lady. And I know it's only a short time since we've begun to know each other, but I enjoy your company."
You nod again, keeping your gaze straight ahead, unable to help but feel how you still feel overwhelmed by the weight of courtship and the fact that you will soon marry him or Lord Alan.
And at the same time, reality dawns on you with undeniable clarity: Ronan and Alan are good men, but neither is him.
While both may be honorable companions, your heart still yearns for someone you can't have, feeling utterly sad and resigned, because it's not fair, not to the two of them either.
But how can you make those feelings go away fast?
And just when things couldn't be more unexpected for you, as you turn down one of the bush paths along with Ronan, you both find yourselves face to face with Aemond accompanied by Lady Floris at his side, who were walking in the opposite direction.
And the air is enveloped with immediate tension.
You knew that eventually the news of your courtship with two possible candidates to give your hand in marriage would reach Aemond's ears, but when your eyes involuntarily meet his, you see only dissatisfaction and restrained fury.
This triggers a whirlwind of emotions within you, trying to disguise your surprise and discomfort, also nerves, as well as you try to focus on your companion, trying to move on and appear unaffected by this.
"Lady Y/N," Lady Floris greets politely with a smile, breaking the silence, "Lord Ronan," she address him, "How lovely to see you both this morning."
"Lady Floris," you reply, trying to remain calm, then look almost fearfully at Aemond, "Prince Aemond," you tilt your head slightly, biting the inside of your cheek.
"My Lady," he answers you in a soft tone.
Ronan at your side also greets Lady Floris in a respectful manner, then turns to Aemond.
"My prince."
"Lord Ronan," says Aemond, in a dismissive tone, observing you attentively and at the same time in seriousness.
Aemond's tone does not go unnoticed by you, with an intensity on his face that does not go unnoticed either, as you struggle to remain calm in the face of the uncomfortable situation.
It is clear that Ronan's presence at your side does not please him at all.
As Lady Floris at his side, she attempts to carry on a polite conversation, oblivious to the tension that has taken over the moment.
"I would like to offer my best wishes to you both on your courtship," Lady Floris begins to say kindly, "Fortunately the prince and I are in the same place as you and understand what it can be to have expectations high in families if you decide to join your houses."
You feel more the knot in your stomach and the discomfort all over your body, not daring to say anything regarding that, while Aemond remains just as silent as you.
And fortunately Ronan is the one who appreciates Floris' gesture, while Aemond keeps his eye on you with an expressionless but penetrating gaze, also watching Ronan from time to time.
"Thank you, my Lady," Ronan replies courteously, "Your words are most kind and we wish you both well in your future marriage."
"Of course. We hope to see you both at our upcoming wedding," Floris adds with a kind and visibly excited smile, while you again feel your heart give a painful jump.
And since you say nothing, nor does Aemond, Ronan hastens to speak.
"Of course, my Lady. We will see you there."
With pain in your eyes, your gaze involuntarily drifts to Aemond for a brief moment, where he is already watching you. And in that fleeting moment, the looks in both of your eyes convey more than words can express.
With a polite bow, the four of you take your leave and each pair continues on their own way.
You try to focus on your steps along with Ronan's, but the echo of tension and unspoken feelings leave an unpleasant sensation throughout your body. And that's when you hope that soon, both you and he will find peace in your respective futures.
But it didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon. Neither did acceptance.
Aemond continued the rest of his walk with Floris in the gardens with his mind still focused on the encounter with you and that boy clearly unworthy of you. He didn't even pay attention to what Floris was talking about, he had not the slightest interest and obliged, he had to complete his walk with her contributing very little to the conversation.
Even he himself could not avoid the feeling of suffocation and frustration that invaded him. Seeing Y/N, his Y/N, next to that poor boy, one of his possible candidates to take her hand in marriage, provoked a mixture of indescribable emotions inside him and he made a great effort to keep his composure.
He feels furious and emotionally on the verge of exploding, like a mad man, with impotence filling him with rage.
Why should she marry a man who was not him? Why should he be forced to witness her courtship with another man? Why couldn't he have realized that she also loves him the same way he loves her and reacted sooner?
He felt that he was really going to go crazy, so as soon as he bids farewell to Floris and leaves her in the company of the other ladies of the Court, he heads for the training yard.
Big mistake.
As soon as his presence arrives at this place of the Red Keep, the figure of Lord Ronan pulls him out of his thoughts and draws his full attention.
At least he has the decency to hold a sword.
He thinks to himself, watching as he finds himself engrossed in his own training, accompanied by other knights, practicing his sword moves. He also thinks about focusing on his own training, but finds it a better idea to meet the candidate of his dear friend Y/N, wanting to know what truly awaits her.
After all, Lord Ronan is not the only candidate, Lord Alan also frequents the training yard and will eventually see him as well. So with a determined step, he approaches him.
"Lord Ronan," he says in a cool but controlled tone as he approaches, heading towards the weapons table.
"Prince Aemond," Ronan replies, stopping his training and turning to him, "It is good to see you here as well, my prince."
His gaze assesses Ronan closely, noting his every gesture and movement. And despite the anger still flowing through his veins, he remains calm, not revealing too much of his thoughts.
"I guess you don't train enough at home. House Redwyne is best known for making sweet wine from the grapes that grow on your island," he comments neutrally, watching Ronan's position with meticulous attention.
"Ah... no, my prince," Ronan says politely, "I have had training lessons with the sword, among other weapons, since I was a young boy. So have other members of my family and I assure you we are well trained," he replies, adjusting the position of his sword, "After all, a knight must remain prepared at all times."
"Hm," he says seriously, "And that is what you have accomplished with so many years of training?"
Ronan remains calm in the face of the prince's critical gaze, though Aemond's insinuation resonates with a defiant tone.
"P-pardon me?"
"With those moves is that how you're going to ensure protection for your future wife?" he inquires with a dismissive tone, challenging Ronan with his words.
Tension begins to be felt in the air, the verbal confrontation slipping between the two men. And though Ronan maintains his composure, not wanting his words to affect him, the disdain in the prince's words does not go unnoticed.
"Appearances can be deceiving, my prince," Ronan said calmly, controlling each word to convey determination, "And my duty as protector of my future wife is not limited to combat alone. I suppose there are more important aspects."
Aemond tilts his head, watching him in confusion.
"And what aspects are those, my Lord?" he asks, clearly disinterested.
"Loyalty, anticipation and sacrifice," he replied determinedly. "Protection goes beyond sword skills; it involves being willing to give your all for the person you are sworn to protect."
Ronan's words echoed in the air, filling the space between them with a seriousness that could not be ignored. And Aemond, his brow furrowed, lets out a sigh and watches him more seriously than before.
"Do you hear yourself, my lord? Speaking like the ladies of the Court who read and listen to love ballads," he snaps, watching him in disapproval, "Loyalty, anticipation and sacrifice are not going to protect your future wife from a life-threatening attack," he says and then turns away, taking his sword and a shield from the table.
Ronan swallows hard.
"You need not worry, my prince. Still I assure you that I am well prepared for combat."
"Oh yeah?" he looks at him expectantly, turning to him with his weapons in hands, "Then prove it."
Ronan looks a little confused.
"My prince-
"Come on," he interrupts him, egging him on with defiance, discontent and agitation in his tone and look, "If you're as skillful as you proclaim, then prove it."
The atmosphere grows more tense, as Aemond waits for Ronan to accept his challenge and prove his worth beyond words. Both men hold each other's gazes firmly, with the tension increasing by the second, but neither takes a step back.
The confrontation becomes tangible. Glares charged with a subtle but unmistakable rivalry. And without further words, the air filled with the anticipation of the physical training ahead, as the two head to the center of the training yard, each preparing in their own way.
Aemond tightens his grip on his sword and without hesitation, lunges towards Ronan with fierce determination, causing the poor knight to have little anticipation to protect himself from his sword, but managing to dodge it and answer him in kind.
At first it appears to be casual training, yet Aemond wants to get a reaction out of him.
And between every clash of swords and every move full of speed and precision, at every failure of Ronan, Aemond taunts and shouts questions and insults at him in a defiant voice while demanding superior performance.
And at every failure and every taunt, Ronan's determination grows, also inevitably to the prince's provocations.
"Is that all you can do!?"
Aemond exclaims arrogantly to him, wiping the sweat from his brow, trying to unsettle him.
Ronan growls and focuses on his movements, responding with brutality and force, trying to answer every blow he threw at him, which to Aemond, couldn't be more pathetic and weak movements.
"This is what you plan to defend yourself with? This is what you have learned?" he inquires, mockingly, "What a shame."
Ronan lowers his sword a little, watching him in bewilderment and panting in exhaustion.
"My prince-
He tries to say but Aemond won't let him.
"No," he tells him seriously, "Be a fucking man and fight me back."
Aemond raises his sword again and slams it against his, causing him to lose his balance, while Ronan as best he can defends himself from their attacks, while the combat begins to attract the attention of the other knights and some people of the Court.
And only when Aemond sees that they have just started and he can no longer stand and does not even have more strength in his arms, the confrontation went from a simple duel to a battle without mercy.
And he in a fit of anger and frustration, leads to hit him with his foot in the chest with excessive force, making him gasp in pain and throwing him to the ground, and then walk quickly towards him, with purpose, raising his sword, so Ronan quickly tries to get up, raising his sword, blocking his attack.
Then Aemond's sword dangerously grazes Ronan's shoulder, knocking him back to the ground with a blow to his side.
"My prince-
"You yield!?" he exclaims to him in his madness, bringing the point of his sword to his throat.
"Yes! I yield!"
"Just like that!? So easy!?"
"Prince Aemond!"
He hears someone shout in the distance but he focuses entirely on Ronan below him.
"I yield!"
"He's bleeding!"
"My prince!" comes Criston Cole immediately.
And only at that moment does Aemond stop, breathing shakily, his gaze with barely contained fury. And only at that moment he also notices that Ronan has a wound on his shoulder with which he had brushed his sword earlier, not realizing at the time that he had wounded him.
Ronan presses his free hand to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, watching him in horror and clearly calling for help.
Aemond squeezes his sword again so hard that it marks his white knuckles, watching everyone around him for a moment, then with a hard stare, turning to him again, angling his body so that only he can hear him.
"You are not worthy of her," he whispers in a low voice, his words laden with disdain and resentment.
And without caring about the stares or even her opponent's injury, he leaves the shield on the ground and with his sword in hand heads towards the interior of the Red Keep's castle.
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Aemond knew that eventually what happened at the training yard would reach your ears. He also expected a confrontation about it, but he didn't imagine he would face your fury late at night.
His guards are required to stand guard in different hallways, so taking advantage of the fact that there are none in the hallway by his doors, you quickly make your way there to enter his chamber as fast as your body will allow.
He looks up from his book in his lap, sitting near the fireplace, watching you attentively at once, but before he can say anything, you turn to him with your lips pressed together and annoyance in your eyes.
"Have you lost your mind?" you inquire in a serious and demanding tone, looking for explanations.
And just like you, Aemond isn't having your attitude either. He's annoyed to see how you haven't taken any time at all to come to the defense of that stupid, poor, defenseless boy.
Putting his book aside, he stands up, imposing his presence on you. Despite having to raise your face to face him directly, you don't let his posture intimidate you.
"I see that that... Ronan matters too much to you, my Lady," he says in a dismissive tone, "It took you no time at all to fall for his sure sweet words and promises of love. After all, you and he are very much alike."
You inhale deeply before responding, seeking calm despite his attitude and the tone of his words.
"Ronan and I are getting to know each other, nothing more. Just as you are getting to know Floris Baratheon. But I'm not doing anything against you, yours is for sure, she's going to be your wife. But you can't go hurting and almost killing the men who can be my future husband."
He looks away from yours for a moment, irritated.
"I don't know what you expected, honestly," he tells you seriously and indifferently, "That's what happens in combat when we fight with weapons, Y/N, men get hurt. And if Ronan is weak and wasn't taught well, that's not my problem."
You stand your ground, incredulous to hear his words.
"That doesn't justify what you did. Everyone witnessed how the combat began and it was you who unfairly exploded against him, hurting him," you reproach him with determination. "His wound was deep. He needed eight stitches!"
Aemond, sick of this, averts his gaze from yours and turns his back on you, heading towards his table to pour himself a glass of wine under your confused and incredulous gaze.
"I don't understand why you're so worried, he'll be fine. After all, you still have another possible candidate for your hand, I hear," he says in a tone devoid of emotion, laden with bitterness, "Though I doubt he's much stronger than Ronan."
His voice sounds harsh, his words laden with a bitter resentment that he can barely hide, jealous.
"So this is how things will be?"
You ask him earnestly and sadly, fighting back tears that threaten to escape at any moment.
"You'll go around hurting my suitors until there are none left and I have no chance of marrying anyone else but not you either?"
Tension hangs in the air as you wait for his response, feeling the weight of your words and the clash of emotions between the two of you.
And he remains silent, staring out the window with a hard stare, as if not looking for an answer through the glass, turning his back to you and not daring to look at you at that moment.
Finally the first tear rolls down your cheek and Aemond listens as you gently sniffle your nose, then turns to you, his face showing a mixture of emotions, from hardness to the flash of regret and longing.
And he lets out a defeated sigh.
"That's not what this is about, Y/N," he murmurs in a softer tone, his expression revealing his inner struggle, "They're not worthy of you. Your father is choosing wrong."
And that's when you explode with anger and frustration, unable to contain yourself any longer.
"I just don't understand why you care so much, Aemond!" you exclaim without understanding, "You shouldn't see them as a threat because they are not. You have nothing to do here!"
You face him, as your tears fall silently, with a defiant look and your posture firm, though full of sadness, anguish and confusion, inside and outside. And he too responds to you in kind.
"Of course I do!" he turns to you angrily, exclaiming in his fury, "This does concern me because those fucking men and your father are going to take you away from me! And they have no right!"
And again your emotions boil over, fury and pain getting the best of you.
"Do you even listen to yourself? How irrational you are being?" you inquire, not understanding, "You didn't even do anything in the beginning, you are the prince, the one who had the power to do something about it and you never even once asked for my hand!" you shout at him, your voice full of reproach, sadness and disappointment.
Furious, Aemond turns around and in a burst of anger, throws his hand towards the table, causing the wine jar and the cups to fall to the floor with a deafening clatter. The sudden sound makes you jump and recoil, startled by the noise and force of the act.
He turns his back and heads for the back of his chair, leaning hard against it as he tries to contain his fury. With her breathing rapid and agitated he struggles to regain his composure, his body tensing and closing his eye tightly.
The air becomes tense and the silence uncomfortable, as Aemond fights against himself and you just allow yourself to cry silently.
When he speaks again, with a tinge of bitterness in his gaze, still not turning to look at you and his voice soft but laden with resignation, still holding back his fury.
"I wanted to," he confesses to you, his vulnerability visible, "But my mother and grandsire would never have approved, you know that."
His statement leaves you speechless, with a mixture of sadness and disappointment that he didn't even try, not once and yet...he has the nerve to do this to you.
You remain silent and the disappointment and bitterness reflect even more on your face as the tears run their course, to finally gather your courage and speak.
"Then... let me go," you whisper, it being more of a painful plea than a command.
Silence expands in the room, marking every second with the heaviness of unresolved emotions. And you, overwhelmed with disappointment and pain, understand that you have nothing more to do here and turn to leave.
You don't even care if one of the guards sees you coming out of his chamber, you don't even care if rumors arise seeing you here late at night and everything gets too complicated, you just need to get out of here soon.
And with tears still running down your cheeks and being completely heartbroken, you grab the doorknob. But just as you are about to turn it, his firm and determined hand lands on your waist and turns you towards him, stopping you.
The action takes you by surprise and you look at him without understanding, he doesn't give you time to say anything either as he places one hand on your cheek and the other keeps it firmly on your waist, bringing his body close to yours.
And still without reacting, he moves closer, his warm breath brushing against your face.
"I can't," he murmurs, his voice cracking with anguish, laden with longing and regret, "I can't," he repeats in a whisper, gently caressing your cheek, "I'm sorry."
And just then, without a thought for anyone else and without a care in the world, his lips trap yours in a passionate, desperate kiss.
Paralyzed, surprise takes you completely and you can only feel how every movement of his lips is a mixture of apology and desire, asking you to kiss him back.
His arms wrap firmly around you, clinging to you as if he's going to lose you at any moment. And unable to resist a second longer, with his soft lips and warm mouth on top of yours, he makes the world fade away around you in that instant and you kiss him back.
You place your arms around his neck and cling to him completely, moving your lips in sync with his, as he presses your body against his and lets out a gasp at the wonderful feeling of having you this way with him.
And you feel as if you are floating, this being exactly what you had dreamed and prayed for so much, wishing and praying to the Gods that this is not also one of your cruel dreams.
But this is real. It is finally happening.
So you allow yourself to lose yourself completely in it, not thinking about the consequences and not caring about anything else, as Aemond walks you around without stopping kissing you for a single moment, until his feet touch the edge of his bed.
"I love you. I love you so much, my sweet girl."
He whispers into your lips, watching you with all that love and desire in his gaze, noticing your swollen and parted lips, watching him back with the same intensity and completely surprised to hear his words.
And without saying anything back, with the actions speaking for themselves, you kiss him again, feeling that urge to cry, but of happiness.
Aemond falls down sitting on the edge of his bed and you take a seat on his lap, placing your knees on either side of his hips, clinging to his neck and kissing him slow, deep, making you feel everything.
"I love you too," you murmur against his lips, watching him with nothing but affection and desire.
He kisses you again desperately, feeling something warm in his chest at your words, holding your waist with one of his hands and the other beginning to lift the edges of your skirt, making his way to touch your bare thigh.
You gasp into his lips, feeling his warm hand and the cool metal of his rings, only to tilt your head as he begins to leave soft, wet kisses down your neck, trying to find your sensitive spot to make you shiver.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, leaving a kiss on your collarbone, lifting his gaze to you.
"A-aemond," you gasp, feeling the hardness beneath you.
You reach up with one of your hands and remove his eye patch, wanting to see everything about him, instantly reflecting the faint light of his blue sapphire, looking so beautiful and dazzling.
You smile softly at the sight of him, then leave a soft kiss on his cheek, beginning to leave a small trail down his face to kiss him on the lips, as his hand on your thigh makes gentle, firm strokes on your skin.
Slowly, he lifts his hand from your waist to the laces of your dress, watching you attentively afterwards and needing first of all your permission. And you help him untie the knots yourself.
Your front of the dress loosens and revealing your white gown underneath, Aemond lifts one of his hands and gently traces your skin between the valley of your breasts, making you shudder and shiver, then stops at the straps, watching you again.
"May I?"
With the blush on your cheeks and the nerves in your lower abdomen, really wanting to do this, you nod.
"Yes."
His hand slowly slides the strap down your shoulder and arm, then exposes your breasts to him, making you feel more nervous, but you feel completely safe to be doing this with him.
Truly everything that happens next, giving him your mainhead and letting his calloused hands explore all over your naked body, is by choice and you think to yourself that if there is one man you would willingly trust with this, it's him.
And just as the tip of his hot, hard, heavy cock makes its way between your walls, he knows exactly how to comfort you and make you feel comfortable. Instantly blood stains his sheets, but he doesn't care at all.
And when he begins to move inside you, slowly and very carefully, waiting for you to get used to it, he wipes away every tear that escapes your eyes and comforts you with his hands and kisses, making sure that at all times you are well.
"You feel so fucking good, so warm and tight, my love."
And despite his obscene words, his actions are anything but, his movements careful and careful not to hurt you, asking you how you feel.
He kisses you sweetly and caresses your breasts, he makes sure to pleasure you too, as he understands that this is not just about him and the act is not just about fucking, but him making love to you.
He growls into your lips and you gasp as he begins to move with more purpose inside you, feeling the sweat all over your body and forehead, clinging to his shoulders and gently digging your nails into his skin also lightly illuminated by sweat.
"Do you have any idea how long I imagine this?" he whispers against your lips, moving his hips and pounding that sweet spot inside you, making you moan beneath him.
But he quiets your moans with his lips, not wanting anyone out there to hear you, it would be too risky.
"Aemond," you say his name in a moan, biting your lips.
"What's wrong, my sweet girl? Does it hurt?" he says to start moving more gently.
"N-no. It just... feels so good," you manage to say over the sensual movement of his hips that make you see stars behind your eyes.
The act doesn't last long and very soon Aemond makes you reach your highest point, making you experience a sensation you had no idea about all over your body and he also spills all his seed inside you, grunting and moaning from the pleasure as he feels your walls squeezing him deliciously.
And then, both of you sweaty and trying to catch your breath, you embrace and take a moment in his bed.
You feel a tingle between your legs that is more than gratifying and Aemond, for the first time in a long time, feels at peace and completely at ease, especially having you in his arms at this moment.
There was no time for regrets and worries, it was all done. So the two of you dive into that little world where only the two of you exist.
But even though you didn't want to think about it, you think about the future, with uncertainty beginning to invade you, as you inhale Aemond's scent, hiding your face between his neck and chest, embracing him as he encloses you in his arms and gently caresses your bare shoulder with his thumb, listening to his soft breathing above you.
You let out a sigh, close your eyes and wish you could stay like this forever, starting to feel your eyes water and that huge worry in your chest for what you just did.
When Aemond speaks.
"In the morrow I will talk to your father and ask for your hand."
He says in a soft voice and everything in you comes to a complete standstill, listening to him attentively.
"I'm sure he won't be able to resist my proposal. No one will be able to stop us when they know I have claimed your mainhead, not even my mother and grandsire. And then... we will have our Valyrian wedding and there will be no turning back," he murmurs and then places a soft smile on his lips, "You will be mine, as much as you already are now."
You feel him leave a soft kiss in your hair and you smile softly, moving closer towards him, if possible.
"Sounds like an excellent plan, my love," you whisper, grateful.
And finally you can be at peace now.
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belle’s kinktober
day 5 - dacryphilia x seungmin and minho
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sensitive was an understatement for the way you handled things. it was difficult and made you feel vulnerable, sometimes even a little stressed out. you always had to navigate things in specific ways to be able to get through them without getting upset. over time, it started to get easier once your relationship with seungmin and minho progressed. they were good at handling your emotions and calming you down, especially when the two of them were with you.
as much as they were helpful and loved to give you the things you needed to feel better, they also loved that you were their “little crybaby.” they’d playfully tease you about it, telling you how cute you looked with your cheeks all red and your eyes all big and watery. they loved to wipe your tears, maybe even lick them up if you’d let them. they loved when you came to them all sensitive and sad, pushing yourself into their sides and nuzzling your face in their neck.
they fed off it; you need to have them around for whatever emotional reason you need help with. so, when you came home upset, they always picked up on it and knew exactly what to do.
“why are you frowning, honey?” minho asked when you walked into the kitchen.
your shoulders slumped and you sniffled at the ground. staring at your feet and trying to hold in your tears until a pair of long arms wrapped around you. his scent spread all around your body, seungmin.
“our pretty baby is crying again? what’s wrong, honey? talk to us.” seungmin whispered, giving your neck light kisses.
“i just had a really bad day and i missed you guys…” you sniffled, turning your body around to nuzzle yourself further into him.
seungmin eyed minho and nodded at him to come to help you too. he rushed over and wrapped himself around your front.
“hmm, we’re sorry. how can we make it better?” minho asked, his hands coming to your hips as his lips slowly kissed your neck.
“we should fuck her, shouldn’t we? make that brain so blank and fuzzy you can’t even remember your name?” seungmin said, laughing against your neck.
and before you knew it, that’s exactly what was happening.
minho’s mouth was latched to your tits, switching from each nipple and lightly biting to make you squeal. seungmin’s mouth was stuck to your cunt, licking over and over again until you were squirming. the pleasure coming from so many places at once was starting to build, you could feel the tears brimming in your eyes as you got closer to your release. the three of you all suffered from oral fixations, always needing something in your mouths to feel fulfilled.
“fuck, i could watch you both all day.” you breathed out, bringing a hand to minho’s hair and tugging. he looked up at you and smiled, his lips still pressed to your breast.
“hm, pretty baby is crying again?” he asked, making seungmin’s head shoot up from where he was laid.
“look at those tears. you’re just so sensitive, aren’t you? such a crybaby all the time.”
you moaned, “no! not a crybaby, it just feels good.”
minho laughed at your words, “want to make you a crybaby on this cock. how does that sound?”
“good, good, just need you to fuck me.” you whined.
minho was quick to push seungmin to the side and replace him with his own body. he studied your face as he pushed into you, a blush creeping up his neck as he watched your head tip back. he nearly busted on the spot at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him.
seungmin was beginning to feel left out at the sight of the two of you, finding himself palming at his hard-on without even realizing it at first.
“i need to be in something or i might go insane.” suengmin admitted. you gestured for him to move closer to you, bringing your hand to his boxers and pulling them down as you studied his face. he already looked so fucked out.
you kitten licked his tip, sucking it into your mouth and moaning around it when you felt his precum hit your tongue.
“oh fuck- that’s it. so good.” he moaned, his eyes tightening and hands finding your face. you looked up at him as you sucked him off, moaning around his cock while minho softly fucked you. as minho’s pace quickened, seungmins dick started to slam into the back of your throat. you gagged around him, grabbing his thighs for some form or support.
“look at those tears, princess. is it too much for you? fuck- is it too good?” seungmin rasped.
minho huffed from behind, upset he was missing out on seeing you cry for them. he did what any sane person would do and began fucking you harder, fully forcing seungmin’s length down your throat.
“fuck, fuck, fuck-” seungmin moaned and minho laughed. quickly, seungmin came down your throat. hot, sweet cum filled your mouth and you did your best to swallow what you could. he mentally swore he could cum again at the sight of his cum and your tears mixed all down your neck. he brought a finger to your throat to collect some of it, turning around and plunging his soaked finger into minho’s mouth. the dirty act made you clench around minho, you giggled when you heard him groan a lot louder than usual.
“min, get off. want to see her,” he ordered.
seungmin listened and peeled himself off of you, lying down next to you and licking up what he could from your neck.
“fuck, look at you. such a dirty girl. always need something in you, hm? can’t get enough of it?” minho said, pushing your legs up to give him more access to your body.
“minho, i can’t! i’m so close.” you moaned, feeling the tears spill from your eyes again.
“cry for us, princess. show us how bad you want it.” you nodded and let yourself fall into the pleasure. tears streamed down your face, one hand pulled on seungmin's hair while the other gripped tightly onto minho’s thigh. seungmin studied both of you, getting harder at the sight of you two fucking each other.
“gonna cum, min. let me cum, please.”
“which min, baby?” seungmin asked with a smirk.
“fuck, don’t care. someone just let me cum.” you cried, gripping onto minho’s thigh so hard it was going to leave marks.
“cum for us.” they said in unison.
not long after you, minho came harder than he ever had before and he still didn’t feel satisfied.
“if we go again, you think i could make you pass out?” you smacked his thigh in response, earning a kiss from seungmin as you both rolled your eyes at minho’s comment.
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Might I make a humble request? How about a virgin reader having her first time with Jake, and there's lots of nervousness and they go slow... just thoughts that won't leave me alone. Thank you!
Hii, baby! I've selected your humble request to be our Valentine's Day Special ❤❤ thank you so much for inspiring me! Hope you love it <3
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Warnings: virgin!reader, virginity loss, masturbation (f), dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, innocence kink, creampie, Jake being the sweetest bestest bf ever... happy valentine's day everyone 🌹
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You and Jake had been dating for a few months, and today was your very first Valentine’s day together. You were beyond excited, especially after waking up to flowers and a sweet letter being delivered at your door. 
He had been working a lot lately, but that night… he was all yours. You had plans for dinner and all.
You spent all day getting ready. You wanted to look breathtaking for him. Bubble Bath, moisturizing, perfume… you did it all. And finished by putting on the dress he bought you himself. It was simple and hugged your body in the right places. Jake had taste.
Your efforts were worth it. When he picked you up later that night, he was blown away by how beautiful you looked.  It was almost too much for him. He could feel himself getting flushed just standing in your presence. Your beauty got him weak in the knees, he was just so in love with you.
Dinner was very nice. It always was. No one made you laugh quite like Jake did. No one would hear you talk for hours and never lose interest. With him it was so different… the biggest proof was that he never took advantage of you. Most guys would do anything to get you in their bed as soon as possible, but not him. He was waiting for the right moment. 
If we’re being honest… Jake wasn’t in a hurry at all. He wanted you, he wanted you badly. But he enjoyed having a relationship like yours… so different from all he ever had. So slow and pure. Every single detail proved that you loved each other for who you truly were.
You, on the other hand… well. The word wasn’t hurry, it’s just that you felt ready. You trusted him. You craved him. Especially after nights like this. All you wanted was to go home with him and just… do what other couples do. 
And tonight seemed like the perfect night. It was a special occasion, you felt confident with the way you looked… something about him removing the dress he bought for you… it just felt right and you couldn’t stop thinking about it since you put it on. And that’s why you were planning to bring it on tonight.
"So... not long until Road House premiers, huh?" You smirked. “Are you excited?”
"Oh God…" He laughed nervously. “I haven’t been this excited for a movie in a while.”
“I know… I can tell.” You laughed too. “I’m so proud of you.”
He grew a little bit emotional hearing you say that. Your support over the last months had been crucial. He would never be able to thank you enough for it.
He squeezed your hand, looking at you with a soft smile. You knew that was a good night to admit to him how you felt… the chemistry between the two of you was strong enough to give you the courage.
"You're... so beautiful." he said, as his eyes traced your curves and he took in all of your features.
"Fuck." You whispered to yourself.
"What’s wrong, honey?" He leaned in towards you.
"Can I tell you something?" You asked, staring at his lips at this new proximity.
“Always, baby.” He said sincerely.
“I’m losing my mind over the promotional pictures and videos… I… can’t wait for the movie, of course, but it’s just… God, you look so hot.”
“Wow, thanks, baby.” He laughed, taking a sip of his wine. 
“No, you don’t get it…” You looked down at your plate. “I feel… all warm inside, you know…”
“Hmm…” He started to understand where the conversation was going, but decided to tease you a little more… he wanted you to say the words. “Well, that’s normal, baby, I’m your boyfriend.”
“Yeah… guess you’re right.” You realized the game he was playing. And you would play it too. “Sometimes… while you were away I just had to take care of it. Alone in my room. Of that warm feeling, I mean.”
“How?” He felt like his heart was pounding out of his chest.
“Had to touch myself.” You admitted. “Pretending you were right there… always thinking of you.”
"Yeah? Well, you're a good girl for it." he whispered in your ear.
"Am I?" You felt… good about the compliment. He had never spoken to you in that tone before.
"Oh... you don't even realize. You're a perfect girl. I’m happy to know you’ve been taking care of yourself… feeling good." His hand went to your thigh, caressing it slowly. “And thinking about me. I’m truly honored to hear that.”
The hand on your thigh, the voice in your ear, the words he was saying…
"Jake..." You whispered to him. "I... need... hmmm..."
"What do you need, my love? Do you need some loving? Attention? Do you need me to take care of you?" He asked, with a smirk.
"Yes… want you to take care of me, fuck... can we please go to your car?"
His eyes lightened up immediately.
"Of course, honey." He replied with a smirk.
Jake made sure to leave a fat tip on the table before standing up and guiding you to his car.
He opened the door for you, before taking the driver’s seat. You started to feel nervous again, and he noticed it.
“Do you feel uncomfortable, honey? I promise you are safe. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
"I'm... I'm just nervous" You admitted. "But I do want you... I need you"
"It doesn't have to be tonight." He assured you.
He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and looked at you with so much warmth and affection.
"Will you kiss me?" You asked, almost whispered.
He didn’t think twice, bringing his face closer to yours. The kiss was sweet and gentle, as a symbol of how things would be with him when the time came.
His body was tense. He was probably more nervous than you. Terrified of pushing you over your comfort zone. If anything, tonight had to be perfect.
"We're going to take our time with this.” He promised. “And I'm going to make sure that everything is perfect for you, okay?"
He kept kissing you slowly, hand back on your thigh.
"I'm so lucky to have you." You smiled against his lips.
His fingers brushed your inner thighs, making you spread them automatically. 
"Will you tell me when to stop?" He breathed heavily, eyes growing darker.
"Yeah… not gonna happen…" You chuckled.
He laughed, shaking his head.
"Will you help me? You’re not away anymore…" You smiled, maintaining eye contact while you pulled your underwear down slowly. His face was priceless… he knew that he had to keep his composure in order to stay in control of the situation, but…
You parted your legs, giving him a better view. "So wet, see? It's what you do to me."
"Oh my God..." He whispered, running a hand down your thigh. You almost couldn't believe that this was actually happening.
"Jake? Have you done it too?” You asked as your fingers started to work slowly on yourself. “Pleasured yourself thinking of me?"
"Fuck, baby, so many times…” He admitted. “You turn me on like no one else ever has."
"Fuck..." You moaned, working a little faster as you tried to imagine what he looked like doing that.
He just couldn’t believe the scene before his eyes… His innocent girl… It was like a fantasy coming to life and he barely had the words to describe how he felt.
"You’re beyond perfect, my darling." He said, eyes glued to your pussy.
"Will you touch me? Please…?" You gave him your sweetest doe eyes.
His face was nothing but desire as your fingers were replaced by his.
"I want to touch you... all over your body... feel every inch of your skin..." He whispered. "Make you feel so good..."
His fingers started to move faster and your hips bucked against his hand. The noises you were making had him throbbing in his pants.
"You like it when I touch you, love?" He asked sweetly. “Are you gonna cum for me? Show me how pretty you look when you cum?”
"Keep going, oh my god..." You nodded desperately.
He leaned in closer, kissing your neck.
"I'm so close, Jake... please, don't stop..."
His heart was racing… he wanted to please you so badly. His fingers went faster and the eye contact made you break.
“Jake! Oh fuck…” You gasped, feeling your orgasm wash over you.
He watched as your breathing went back to normal, a big smile on both of your faces.
"Are you okay, love?" He took your hand in his, bringing it to his mouth to give it a kiss. “You did so well for me, I’m so proud of you.”
"I can't believe how good that was..." You sighed, almost dreamy. “It was… different from when I do it… so much better.”
"You deserve the best, princess.” He assured you with nothing but love in his eyes. “I told you I'd take care of you..."
"But…" You struggled to find the words.
“What, baby?” He chuckled. “Need anything else?”
“I… well…” You smiled shyly. “I wanna go all the way. With you.”
It all happened too fast... but somehow not fast enough. You needed more. You needed to belong to him like you never belonged to anyone before.
Next thing you knew was that you two were on his bed, you straddling him.
"Yeah? You wanna be a good girl and sit on my cock, sweetheart?"
"Yes..." Your brain was absolutely shut by the possibility, you weren't thinking very well...
But then it hit you... you weren't that sure what to do... for fucks sake, you had not even touched a cock, ever. How were you supposed to do that? Oh God, he would absolutely hate it... you can't afford for him to hate it, not with the thousands of girls who wanted to be in your place.
"Are you okay, baby?" He could see the doubts and worries on your face. "Remember we don't have to do this now. Only when you are ready. I would glady end the night here if...
"No!" You weren't even trying not to sound desperate anymore. "I want you so bad, Jake... I'm just... not sure if I wanna be on top, you know? I..."
"Don't worry about that, honey." He said, sweetly, stroking your arms reassuringly. "Tell me how you want it."
"Hmmm..." You couldn't maintain eye contact because you were a little embarrassed. "I mean, when I imagined this, I always... I mean, it doesn't have to be, if you think it's lame and borning, I... I mean..."
"Talk to me, baby. Clearly." He grabbed your chin very gently, making you look him in eye. He had the kind of smirk that indicated he already knew what you wanted. "We have to be open with each other, you know. So we can make it work. There's no reason to be ashamed of anything. Whenever you have any kind of wish, I want you to tell me, okay? Want you to ask me nicely. I'll do whatever you want, as long as you say the words."
"Okay." You smiled shyly. "Can... can we just go missionary? Only this time, I think... it would be less scary."
"Who told you missionary is lame and boring?" He couldn't contain his laugh.
"I don't know... the internet?" You laughed too. "I was just trying to impress you."
"Oh, sweetheart..." He said very sweetly. "There's nothing in the world I would prefer right now. Wanna be able to kiss you and watch every single expression and little sound you make for me, yeah? Don't wanna miss a thing."
You could feel your skin burn. God, you needed him.
"Will you take off your pretty little dress for me?" He asked, as he unbuttoned his shirt.
You didn't think twice.
He had forgotten by a brief second that your underwear was lost somewhere in his car, leaving you now completely naked on his lap.
"Oh baby..." He stopped everything for a moment. To look at you in a way no man ever looked before. And not because you never had sex before... that look wasn't lust, it was passion. "You're so fucking beautiful... lay on your back for me, I don't... fuck, I can't wait much longer."
You giggled at how much he sounded like a fool for you. He was insanely in love.
You did as he said, and watched eagerly as he removed the rest of his clothes. Your eyes widened as you saw his erection. It made your mouth water. You couldn't believe it was about to be inside you.
"Jake..."
"Yes, sweet thing?" He asked, worried.
"Need you." You whined.
He chuckled, laying on top of you.
"You're adorable, did you know that?" He said, giving you a quick kiss. "Are you ready, my love?"
"Yes, ready." You nodded.
Nervousness came back to your belly as you felt him brushing the tip of his cock on your folds.
"We'll start slowly, okay? Tell me if it's too much, please." He pushed the tip inside and lost a bit of posture. "Fuck, you're so wet..."
He started trusting like that, just the tip. Slowly. Moaning because of the way you squeezed his girth so tightly.
"Please, talk to me..." He asked. You had gone silent without noticing, just because you were enjoying it more than you could have imagined.
"Jake... it feels wonderful..." You smiled at him. "So good..."
"Yeah?" He smiled back. "Can I get a litte deeper?"
You nodded excitedly. Oh... so there was it... the pain people talked about. But it wasn't too much. You could take it. You were proud of yourself.
"Good girl..." He praised, keeping the movements slow. "Almost all the way in, angel."
"That's..." Your eyes widened. "That's not all?"
He would have laughed, but he had to use all his strength to hold himself back and not cum right there. It was only your first time and you had already unlocked 2 new kinks for him: size and innocence.
"We can... well, I can stop here, if..." He was looking for the words, but the look in your eyes had him losing it.
"No..." You frowned. "Want all of it."
"Are you sure, baby?" He asked, and you nodded. "Fuck..."
He probably wasn't even halfway there, because if felt like an eternity for him to push the rest inside.
"Such a brave little girl, taking me so well..." He said, kissing your neck, hands squeezing your tits, all he could do to make you relax.
"Hurts a bit..." You admitted.
"I know, angel." He continued the kisses, still not moving his hips. "But it's gonna feel good, I promise."
"Hmmm...Jake..." You felt your eyes fill with tears.
"What is it, baby?" He looked at you absolutely heartbroken. "Did I hurt you?"
"No..." You tried to explain something not even you understood that well. "I just want you so bad..."
"Baby!" He chuckled. "You don't have to cry... I'm gonna give you absolutely anything, you understand me? Fuck... gonna make you feel so fucking good... can I move now, princess? You think...?"
"Yes, Jake... what you...hm... what you were doing before felt so good."
"I know." He pulled out half of his cock, pushing it back again, watching your face. "Felt so good for me too... you're squeezing me so good I..."
"Do that again." You interrupted him.
"What?" He repeated his movement.
"Fuck!" You moaned. "You're so deep!"
"Y/N..." He felt like he was the one who was about to cry now. "You have no idea what you're doing to me..."
"Am I turning you on?" You chuckled.
"No, baby, you turn me on when you give me that pretty smile, when you kiss me... right now you're driving me insane." He admitted. "Do you think... I can go a little faster than this?"
"Yes..." You nodded, taking a deep breath.
"Fuck, baby, thank you." He moaned, hips starting to actually thrust now.
It was surely a lot more painful than what he was doing before. But the way you felt so full... the way you slowly began to get those goosebumps when he hit a certain spot...
"Princess?" He called. "Are you feeling good?"
You nodded, huge smile on your face. Jake couldn't help but kiss that smile.
"Yeah?" He continued. "Fuck, I'm feeling so good... we gonna keep it slow for today, okay? Nice and slow..."
You were dying to discover new sensations with him, but you were grateful for taking it slow for now.
"But..." You said, a little worried. "Do you think... do you think it's enough?"
"What do you mean, love?" He asked, hips keeping a nice pace.
"Is it... enough for you to cum?" You asked shyly.
"Oh my sweet girl..." He moaned. "Forget all you read online, okay? I don't need to be mean and hurt you... I'm feeling so good right now, I'm actually holding it back... don't want it to end."
"Don't want you to hold it back." You furrowed your eyebrows.
"Yeah?" He bit his lip, trying to keep calm. "Will you do something for me, angel? Before I let go, I want you to cum one more time, do you think you can do that?"
"I don't know..." You panicked a little. "It feels very good, but..."
"I know, baby." His lips went back to your neck. "Want you to touch your sweet little clit like you did earlier in the car... do you think you could do that?"
You nodded, hand going down, looking for your clit. It was so swollen at that point, that just a gentle brush of your fingers sent electricity through your body. And Jake's cock somehow felt bigger...
"Fuck, baby!" He seemed to feel that too. "You have no idea how good it feels when you squeeze me like that... fucking need you to cum..."
"Hmmm..." You moaned as you started to rub it really good. His words alone where sending you to the edge.
You began to get spasms as you felt yourself getting really close. Everytime it happened, Jake would let out the hottest grunt in the world. You felt like crying again.
"Jake..." You moaned, all your body tensing up.
"Do it, sweetheart, cum for me now, please..." He accidentally started going a little faster. Not as fast as he wanted, but faster than before.
"Jake!!!" You gasped. "Don't stop, don't stop, I... I'm gonna cum..."
"Yes, princess, fucking cum for me, cum for me... shit."
The way you screamed his name and squeezed him sent him to another dimension.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum, fuck, is that okay?" He asked trying to hide his desperation. "Don't think I can pull out, you're squeezing me too good..."
"No! Don't pull out..." You replied, absolutely cock drunk. "Keep going!"
Oh man, that did it for him. He grabbed the sheets so hard, still afraid to hurt you. Then, with a deep thrust, he lost himself inside you. Gave you every last drop of his release, not being able to hold back his loud grunts.
"Happy Valentine's day!" You said excitedly, watching him trying to catch his breath. "Did you like your present?"
"Fuck..." He collapsed on your chest. "It was the best present ever, my sweet angel."
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muneca-lemon-steppa · 4 months
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Congrats on your 100 followers! 🥳🎉
I'd like to request "Such a sweet, innocent angel." with Poe ❤
Hi my love!!! Thank you so much for sending this in!! I hope you enjoy it!!!
100 Follower Celebration:
Pity Party
Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader
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You slammed the door of your room with a loud bang, shaking the terracotta walls of the barracks. Hot cheeks and hotter tears streamed down your face as uncomfortable emotions wracked through your body. Rage. Embarrassment. Hurt. Rage again. Rage yet again. Maybe you were being dramatic, but it was possibly the worst officer meeting you had had in your entire career in the resistance. Perhaps you were being reckless in the latest mission. Perhaps you did play with your life too much. But did you rescue the latest informant from the First Order base? Yes! Did anyone get hurt? Not really! No lives were lost and the only person who was really in any danger was you, so how was it that you were the one being berated and insulted in the post op meeting? How was it that you had to endure being called insolent and childish and unfit in front of the entire squadrant and Leia? And when you defended your actions (with some colorful adjectives) you were chastised by Leia herself and ordered to stay on base for two weeks as punishment for disobedience and not respecting your superior officers.
Leia tried to talk to you after the meeting, but it was already too much shame to bare. It was embarrassing. You were already one of the youngest on the squad, and the youngest in your position. You had worked so hard to get here, and you devoted your all to the resistance. You honored Leia and you honored the cause. But that damn temper… it made you feel like a fraud. Like you didn’t belong.
Face down on your lumpy cot you scream into the even lumpier pillow you smuggled on base, letting all your frustration out, when you hear a knock on the door. “Hey Kid? You in there?”
Without moving an inch you yell, “Go away Dameron. I’m not in the mood!”
He lets himself in anyway, he always does. You feel the bed dip beside you as he makes himself comfortable and smacks the back of your thighs, “Heard you got grounded. Way to go Ace.”
You peak out of the pillow to see him smirking. Though you hated your temper, your fits of passion were all too delicious for Poe to ignore. It’s one of the reasons he loved you so much, and forced himself into your life. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He laughed boyishly, pushing your body over to make room for himself next to you and to let him see your face, “Awe come on kid. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad!”
You frowned as you mumbled out, “I cussed out Captain Lovak in front of Leia. Maybe I kicked over a trash can. Maybe I do have a temper.”
In a mock gasp, Poe clutched his chest like his mother used to do decades ago, “you?! No!! You’re such a sweet and innocent angel!! I don’t believe it! You’re so cool headed!”
You groan and throw your face into Poe’s chest, earning another round of laughter from Poe, “I hate my life. Leia hates me. I’m never going to be allowed on missions again.”
Poe just shook his head, stroking your back soothingly, “Awe man kid. You really are a mess aren’t you? C’mon don’t beat yourself up too bad alright? I mean it’s only two weeks. You could’ve done so much worse. And honestly Lovak has had it coming for awhile now. If it wasn’t you it was going to be someone else.”
Still mumbling in his chest you sniffle out, “I don’t think I’m cut out for this Poe… maybe I should resign.”
Poe doesn’t like that talk. Not at all. No one is going to talk about his girl like that. No one at all not even yourself. He pushes you up to make you stare into his eyes, “Alright alright that’s enough. Ok? I’ll accept tears and yelling but I won’t accept you saying lies ok? You ARE cut out for this. You were MADE for this. You got a little out of control. So what? Now you know. You don’t get too crazy with missions. You don’t raise your voice like that in officer meetings. When you get riled up you come to me ok? We’ll talk it out and cry and figure it out. But what we are not going to do is discredit all the other amazing things you’ve done and will do. You got that?”
You nodded limply, tears still falling. Poe shook his head, eyes darkened with firmness, “I wanna hear you say it.”
“I got it.”
Poe nodded, kissing your forehead with conviction, as if sealing a promise. You laid back down next to him, accepting the safety and surety that came with his arms around you. Poe stroked your arm until your breathing returned to an even tempo. Once you had settled, he tapped your thigh again, “Alright kid. Cry time is over. Let’s go.”
You wiped your face, “Where are we going?”
That signature smirk creeped back onto Poe’s handsome face as he ruffled your hair, “Leia’s office. Time to bargain for your flying privileges.”
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lady-jane3 · 2 months
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Ghouls x fem reader fluff comfort? 🥺
I’ve been fighting with my family a lot, mainly my sister, it’s making me rlly anxious/upset n I just need some fluffy comfort content if that’s ok? 💕
awwww that's unfortunate, I hope you guys get to be besties the way my sister & I are someday
⁺. ༶ ❤︎ aurora ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹
she'll comfort you & not bring it up at all. you both are having a self-care day tomorrow. bubble bath, face masks, sweet-smelling cream, braiding hair, hanging out in lounge clothes, taking naps, watching movies, & chatting about everything else in the world... aurora can help you keep your mind off anything very easily
⁺. ༶ ❤︎ cirrus ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹
she's a bit more confrontational than most, so cirrus is going to ask about what happened & push you a little to explain what was going on to understand how you're feeling more in-depth. but dw she'll help ease the hurt & soothe you through it. she might cut into the wound but only to pull out what's lodged in there to help you heal.
⁺. ༶ ❤︎ cumulus ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹
lus is amazing at comforting anyone through anything! she really tries to take your direction to figure out how best to get you through all those feelings whether it's directly talking about it, ignoring it for a while, just talking about your feelings, etc. her bed is basically a giant pillow fort & she's also got tea ready for you :)
⁺. ༶ ❤︎ dew ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹
um. well... his immediate reaction to big strong emotions needing comfort is a little awkward. but! he does know a bit about having arguments or being misunderstood by others & can ease into that kind of talk. don't tell anyone else but he's a good listener & a decent therapist when no ones looking.
⁺. ༶ ❤︎ mountain ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹
he's pretty quiet & good at listening bc he's used to people trusting him with things. earth ghouls kinda just have that vibe. mountain's got a lot of teas, herbs, & whatnot to help you relax if you're really getting close to spiraling, plus he also doesn't mind if you stay a while with him bc usually no one goes to bother him in the greenhouse.
⁺. ༶ ❤︎ phantom ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹
he looks like a kicked puppy for your sake as you tell him very vaguely that something is going on with your relatives. very cuddly, pouty, & teary-eyed as he tries to comfort you with his element. assures you that you dont have to tell him anything, he can feel enough of the hurt radiating off of you & doesnt want to prod into it.
⁺. ༶ ❤︎ rain ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹
amazing listener & will always be a little brutally honest. he will side with you as much as possible but he's very clear about where he stands about the situation, if you tell him, & then tries to help you with where to go from there. or yknow, he'll take you out for a relaxing swim to get it off your mind for a little bit.
⁺. ༶ ❤︎ swiss ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹
ALWAYS takes your side. every single time. it doesn't matter what you did. you could say you set fire to your ex's car & he'd be like "yes girl, that bitch set fire to your patience & your heart so it's fair". swiss is always there to listen while you're being serious & he tries to get a smile on your face by the time your conversation ends
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inoreuct · 6 months
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U got me having Thoughts about tiger shifter Zoro now, bby is so touch starved and untrusting until he gets close to the crew and opens up ❤ he never felt safe enough before to spend much time in his tiger form, and as a result tiger Zoro is thin, his coat dull. Sanji makes it a personal mission to make sure he feels safe and protected at all times, fur always washed and brushed and belly always full.
Also thinking of how some animals get really scared of thunderstorms, idk if it would be realistic for Zoro to be, but I'm just imagining tiger Zoro during a particularly bad storm, curled up in the corner, shaking like a leaf, face hidden behind his tail, flinching at every loud clap of thunder. Sanji finds him, stays with him and pets him, talks him down until hes feeling safe again ❤
I’M SHAKING YOU LIKE A MARACA god before the strawhats he probably never had anyone touching his coat before. he hardly ever shifted either, so the first few times when he tries again are bordering on painful— but he gets through it, and it gets better. he’s never had better before. it takes so long for him to get used to not constantly looking over his shoulder but the crew coaxes him out of his shell, slowly but surely; it helps that he can almost smell emotions, or at least he’s extremely sensitive to them. they put a rug on the ground at the warmest part of the galley and the first time he pads in in his tiger form and curls up for a nap they don’t say anything, but he can tell how happy they are. (he refuses to let himself start purring. that is way too soon.)
he struggles to reconcile the image of pirates he has in his head with this ragtag group of people that— ok. hold on. he used to hunt pirates in his human form. he was hunted in his shifted form. and now the people he hunted,,, aren’t hunting him?? and his crew treats it like it’s no big deal at all. sanji gives him a steak whenever he gets hungry and once he tolerates touch, they’re always absentmindedly brushing dust bunnies and such out of his fur. the fact that he’s a shifter becomes The most well kept secret on the boat.
still, it definitely takes zoro a while to believe that he’s completely safe with them, and then it took his crew a hot second to get used to his displays of affection, but now they don’t even look when zoro bumps his head against them— they just reach a hand down for him to nudge against if he wants. they don’t stumble when he twines between their legs. they don’t even ask anymore when they all flop over him in a pile for warmth on the cold nights and the audacity makes him hiss at them and they just laugh. zoro thinks he’s beginning to love them, if he doesn’t already.
and ooh as for the thunderstorm thing; maybe in the beginning he squishes himself into a dark corner of the men’s quarters and presses his paws over his ears. he’s still in survival mode and it doesn’t help that not shifting for so long made all of his heightened senses in this form overwhelming— he finds himself sticking to the closest source of safety (sanji, for whatever stupid reason his brain decided) most days, and he blatantly refuses to acknowledge it.
but the cook finds him. and zoro snarls out of instinct but shrinks back almost immediately because what the fuck. this is his (reluctantly chosen) favourite human on this damn boat aside from luffy and zoro just snarled at him. but sanji just sighs all unimpressed and says don’t gimme that bullshit. scoot your big furry butt up, and well. zoro’s too startled to protest.
they sit there crammed in the corner, watching lightning flash across the sky through one of the windows above them, and eventually zoro finds his head in sanji’s lap. the cook’s fingers are carding through his fur absently, and sanji’s been going on about something, anything, zoro really doesn’t care as long as he keeps talking. his voice is quiet. soothing. no sharp edges, nothing that hurts zoro’s ears, and he when he wakes up the next morning he realises that he’d felt safe enough to fall asleep.
he just huffs and accepts it. seems that’s all he can do with his crew, most days. they’re crazy and kind and tight-knit and zoro’s starting to realise that he’s considered one of them, and it makes him groan as he hides his smile. he’s luffy’s first mate. he’s sanji’s— whatever. he’s nami’s go-to victim of debt collection. marines tremble in their boots when they see three swords and whispers of the strawhats’s pirate hunter zoro sweep the crowd.
he quite likes it with this crew. he can see himself staying for a long, long time.
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doumadono · 6 months
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EMERGENCY REQUEST
Lately, I've been feeling really really down because of my weight. Although im not really "fat" And just chubby, i can't help but be bothered about people just telling me to loose weight. Trust me, im really trying but because of PCOS its hard to get rid of my belly to the point that I barely eat anything. With that being said, could i please request on how Shoto Todoroki would comfort the reader about being body conscious? Lovelots❤
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A/N: I'm sorry to hear that you've been feeling down about your weight. It's important to remember that your worth is not determined by your body size, and you should prioritize your health and well-being over societal pressures. Dealing with weight-related issues, especially in the face of insensitive comments from others, can be incredibly challenging. It's crucial to focus on what's best for your overall health rather than succumbing to external pressures. PCOS can make weight management more complex, and it's essential to approach it in a healthy and sustainable way.
EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST
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After a particularly tough day, you find yourself sitting in the common room of the dorm, quietly sobbing. Shoto notices your distress and joins you without a word. He sits down, leaving a comfortable distance between you, and his presence alone provides some solace.
He watches you with a caring expression, and after a while, he reaches over and offers you a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. You accept it gratefully, wrapping it around your shoulders for warmth and comfort.
You continue to cry softly, and Shoto doesn't rush you. Instead, he patiently waits, giving you the time and space you need to process your emotions.
Eventually, when your tears begin to subside, Shoto speaks softly, "You don't have to tell me what's wrong if you're not ready, but I'm here to listen if you want to talk." His voice is gentle and understanding, offering you an anchor in the storm of your emotions.
After Shoto's comforting presence helps ease your tears, you gather your thoughts and decide it's time to open up to him. You appreciate his support and trust him with your feelings. "I just can't shake this feeling of not being good enough because of my weight," you stated out of blue.
Shoto sighs softly, "I understand that it can be tough. It's not easy when others are so critical. But please remember that their opinions don't define you."
"It's just so frustrating, Shoto. I feel like I'm constantly being judged."
"I know it's easier said than done, but try not to let the opinions of others define how you see yourself. People who truly care about you will see your inner beauty and strength," he smiles, a tiny smile dancing in the corners of his mouth.
"I've been trying really hard to lose weight, but it's not working as I hoped. And sometimes, I end up hardly eating anything because I'm so worried about gaining weight again." Your chin starts quivering again.
"I admire your determination, but please remember that health should always come first. You shouldn't have to go to such extremes. Your health is the most important thing, and starving yourself isn't the way to achieve it. You're more than your weight, and I want you to be healthy and happy."
You smile with tears in your eyes, "Thank you, Shoto, you're always so sweet to me."
Shoto gently wipes away a tear that rolls down your cheek, "You're welcome. Just know that I'm here to support you, no matter what. Remember, you're not alone in this, and we can work through it together, I'll try to help you. Your well-being is what matters most."
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misspoetree · 9 months
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So the lovely @haahka and I were talking about Tay and how it's a bit sad that the fandom only ever seems to send him on shopping tours or focus on his fashion (you guys know that I'm obsessed with the KinnPorsche Fashion myself, but it's just a little...unadventurous, you know).
And then I got waaay to deep into headcanons with the equally lovely @tumsa (I'm not even sorry for the spam 😌❤).
Now, there are two things I want to do: first, I'd love to hear more Tay headcanons - feel free to throw them at me (as an ask, in the tags, added to this post, whatever you prefer). Because I'm really curious. 👀
And second, I'm going to share a few of mine:
Tay is way more capable than anyone thinks. (But no one needs to know that.)
People treat Tay like a princess within the show - I mean, he isn't even allowed to help in the kitchen at Porsche's. But I don't think Tay IS a princess. I think it's a protective façade. Because letting oneself be underestimated is a (survival) strategy in a world of money and constant power struggle, and a smart one at that. Yes, Tay is really good at reading people in general, but I also feel like people tend to let their guard down around him. Because he's kind, and understanding, and compassionate - and he seems harmless, a bit spoiled even. His 'softness' puts people at ease, makes them talk, makes them more honest than they probably should be. He's not a threat after all. I bet he knows a lot of things he shouldn't. I bet he's smart enough to use that knowledge (to help other people, to help himself, if needed). And I bet Tay could be fucking dangerous if he ever chose to (and wouldn't that be exciting 👀).
I also like to think that Tay has a strong survival instinct that goes beyond 'pretending to be incapable'. He and Kinn have been friends for ages, their families know each other, he basically grew up surrounded by mafia. He probably witnessed Tankhun's kidnapping back in the day. The horror and trauma of it. Tay's family is rich. He's close to the Theerapanyakuls. To the future head of the family. But he DOESN'T have an army of bodyguards following him around. And the downside of 'being harmless' is looking like an easy victim. Tay is too smart to be unprepared. So in my headcanon he knows how to handle a crisis, knows how to deal with danger, knows how to survive. Knows how to get out of the country quickly, how to get money without leaving a trail, how to get an unregistered gun. How to land a mean punch even though he hates it, how to apply (good) first aid EVEN THOUGH HE HATES IT. (I do think that he really isn't a fan of physical stuff, so the princess image is not completely off. Or, well, he lets it work in his favour.)
Tay's reaction to being hurt, being really hurt, is to shut his emotions down completely.
I don't enjoy how Tay's often written as dramatic and over-emotional in his confrontations with Time after what happened at Hum Bar. He isn't sober when he catches his boyfriend shoving his tongue down another man's throat, and well, his boyfriend is shoving his tongue down another man's throat. So of course he's fucking angry. And emotional. Right then and there. But the thing is, Tay had time to think, time to cool off in those other confrontations. And that's just the way to describe Tay's demeanor then: cool, cold, like ice. I like to think that he just freezes over. Turns into a statue of neutral disinterest. Just imagine: someone like Tay, always so kind and compassionate, staring you down with an expressionless face, not reacting to anything you say, looking close to fucking bored. Imagine what that would do to Time, always so full of himself, always so used to getting reactions out of Tay. Walking straight into a wall of ice. Completely out of his element. Really forced to put the work in for once. And it truly is hard work to break through to Tay once he closes his feelings off from you. A little bit of grovelling might be necessary. (That said, dealing with his emotions like that isn't good for Tay either. Of course not.)
There's...'something' between Tay and Vegas, some kind of understanding
I never got over TAY asking after Vegas in the final episode. Or the way Tay watches Vegas as he passes him during the auction. So I'm having a lot of fun wondering about the 'relationship' between Tay and Vegas, or how potential interactions could have gone down.
I mean, Tay 'belongs' to Kinn. We know that Vegas wants everything that belongs to Kinn (I bet he thinks Kinn must have fucked a pretty boy like that at least once. Even though it's not his usual type. Why else would he stick around?). Tay's caring and understanding. We know how Vegas can react...to something like that. (Not him falling in love after one free therapy session or something like that.) Tay is really good at reading people, he is really good at reading Kinn. And we know Vegas is not so different from Kinn (in some ways), even though he would murder anyone suggesting something like that to his face. Or maybe that's exactly what Tay does. Telling that to his face. As Vegas tries to seduce him, in the earlier days. But Tay doesn't try to wound him with that, to be cruel or mean, it's just an observation, spoken in that calm and understanding tone of his. And a younger Vegas is so shocked by that statement that he just...stops? And stares at Tay who just keeps going with that warm look in his eyes and those observations that hit a little too close to home until he can't take it anymore and turns on his heel to...definitely NOT run away like a dog with his tail between his legs.
Vegas keeps his distance after that. That princess isn't worth the effort, he tells himself. Or maybe he doesn't. Maybe he stops trying to seduce Tay, yes. But they end up talking again. And again. Because Vegas desperately needs to know what Tay meant with those things he said. And there's just... something about their conversations that keeps Vegas coming back. Until (stealing some thoughts from @tumsa here <3) Tay tries to convince Vegas that the competition between him and Kinn is dumb. Vegas does keep his distance, then.
And Tay gives up trying to help, trying to make him see how futile all of this is because it's clear Vegas won't listen to anyone but his father. But he still cares about Vegas, and seeing all the things Vegas does to himself without realising, seeing that ever-growing self-destructive obsession with Kinn sits like a leaden ball in Tay's stomach. The knowledge that he can't do anything to help is a bit like its own form of torture.
Anyways, (stealing again from @tumsa) Tay definitely ends up going to the hospital to visit Vegas. In secret, of course. And seeing Vegas and Pete together, seeing Vegas being changed by love, seeing him try to be a better person for Pete, putting all this effort in to make it work - maybe all of this forces Tay to reflect on his own love life for once. To reflect on the things he wants. The things he deserves, after all.
Nearly everyone had a crush on Tay, one time or another
You guys know the thing we do with Vegas? Like how VegasPete is the holy grail of endgame ships but it's so much fucking fun to ship Vegas with everyone and to imagine all his possible encounters and escapades? Because he's manipulation, seduction and psychological issues stacked on top of each other and wrapped in a velvet shirt?
Well. I like to do the same thing with Tay. For more or less opposite reasons. Because he's understanding and warm and compassionate and smart (and really pretty). In a world full of violence and trauma and repressed emotions, only sharp edges. I mean, who wouldn't crave the warmth, who wouldn't want to bathe in the sunlight for a while? I'm pretty sure people are falling en masse for Tay. And I think Tay doesn't always know how to handle it. Or genuinely doesn't realise what kind of effect he has on those poor bastards for doing nothing more than showing them a bit of kindness. Or maybe he's simply choosing to ignore it because he only has eyes for one person and one person alone.
Anyways, a lot of fun directions to go with this last headcanon for now. (And I'm keeping it intentionally vague and without examples because otherwise, this would turn into a multichapter fanfic I don't have time to write just now. 🤡)
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can you pls write hcs for yan withered foxy? istg hes so underrated;-;;
Your right dear reader! It's strange how unpopular Withered Foxy is compared to his variants. Well, that is if you remove all the fan-made comics with Withered Foxy as a protagonist (っ´ω`c) Either way, I think it's because a ton of people see the original characters to be the same as the withered but broken and traumatized ⊙︿⊙ I personally see them as different entities tho. Anyways thank you for requesting lovely reader!! \(♡´౪<♡)/
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❤ Years of loneliness and neglect have left Withered Foxy in total disarray. He can’t remember the last time he left the dark, dusty service room. He could always roam around, but what’s the point when there is nothing out there for him? Normally, he’d recline and reminisce about his short time on stage, but lately, it's been harder with how restless he has grown. That is until he hears two employees talking beyond the door. Something about a new guard being hired? 
❤ Like every other Foxy, he appears reserved. Your first couple of nights will be him stalking you from the shadows of the hall. As he observes, he likes to fill in the gaps about what you could be like. You smile at a drawing a kid has made of him. Do you have a soft spot for children? Or maybe you're a fan of his? Either way, the more he watches it fills his head with delusions. Ones where maybe… you were meant to be his.
❤ Only when given an opportunity will Withered Foxy start talking to you. He’ll inquire about you; ask you who you are, why you chose this job, and such. Oh, how sweet you are to him. So patient even though you were alarmed by his presence. You’re so amusing to him; perhaps he should look after you more. After all, there are things worse than him in this pizzeria. He’ll make it his duty to visit you every single night.
This man has two sides to him: 
❤ Very weary. He doesn't feel the motivation to do anything besides seeing you. He’ll shuffle his way to your office and talk about anything on his mind. Even if you don’t talk back, the thought of you listening to his ramblings about the good ol’ days comforts him greatly. If you're interested, he’ll even recite his classic pirate stories. He's very hesitant when he realises he's talked for too long, regardless of how much you assure him that you enjoy listening to him. He’s mindful of his off-putting appearance, so unless given permission, he won't come any closer. To show him you are not afraid, you can reach out to him. Beware as this can unlock some unwanted clinginess. 
❤ The other is frantic. Impulse drives him to become more animalistic. When the only thing pledging his mind is you, what else do you expect from him? Instead of his casual greeting, he hides in the dark, ranting about you belonging to him only. Before you can process, he's already launched himself onto you. He grips you with every ounce of strength to make sure you don't leave him again. He holds you tightly until you bruise, and if that doesn't stop you from struggling, he’ll mark you instead. The last thing on his mind is the agony you feel. Only to be with you, no matter the cost. What's worse is the way he “compliments'' and patronizes your helplessness. He goes on about how beautiful the color red is on you. How, if this were anyone else, you would have been killed in seconds. Of course, he could never because he loves you~. The Flashlight is your only hope of getting you out of this madness.
❤ Once he resets, it takes a second for panic to set in. The poor fox does anything he can to make up for whatever he’s done. He doesn't know what he's supposed to bring, so he's breaking the first aid cabinet and rushing everything he finds to you. With all the overwhelming emotions you give him, he can’t control his mood shifts. He doesn’t want to wound you; yet, he doesn't want to leave your side either.  
“You know yur ol’ Foxy adore ye too much to hurt his treasure~” 🥰
“This is your fifth time biting me” 😐
❤ Withered foxy is both possessive and jealous. The mere thought of you seeing someone else sends him into panic mode. Anyone he deems to be getting too close he’ll maul into pieces. Even his withered friends are not safe from his scowls whenever they get too buddy-buddy. He wasn't the first animatronic to greet you, but you gave him your heart when you welcomed him with that beautiful smile of yours. To him, that’s the equivalent of marriage. 
❤ The only other animatronics he trusts to leave you with is Balloon Boy and JJ. Withered Foxy resents the Toys with a passion. Despite this, he still has a soft spot for BB, as he cannot bring himself to hate children, and they make a good team. Same for JJ except he empathizes with her being left behind. They sometimes follow Withered Foxy whether he wants them to or not. On rare occasions, he leaves BB or JJ in charge of watching you when he’s away. If you're good with children you could use this opportunity to your advantage. 
❤ His paranoia always gets the best of him. He’s the type to have a dream about you cheating on him and get angry at you for it. Heaven forbid he finds someone showing any type of romantic gesture too. He will gut them until they are nothing but mush in front of you. He won’t beg or talk you into staying. He’s dragging you into the parts and service to trap you in a suit. If he doesn't, regardless, you’ll still be stuck in the parts and service room. Resisting or begging won’t help much with him thinking you don't know any better. Maybe you would've been better off being killed in a suit.
“If there be one thing a pirate never shares between his crew it be his treasure! And you, me jewel, shall be with me forever~ ”
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I really love your characterization, I feel like you're really true to the source material whenever possible ❤ you're good at making cute moments without sugarcoating the unpleasant parts of characters!
I'm curious.. how would Peter/YB react to the reader confronting him about not actually loving them? Reader having been very accepting of him and having a sort of revelation when his Perfect Boyfriend facade slips. (I mean he'd absolutely just cut his losses and go full murder mode but I think it'd be interesting if he actually had any level of introspection.)
If the goal was to flatter me then it worked, like shit, what a beautiful compliment 😂❤️ I got you rn. There is a lot of ways to interpret this hc so I’m hoping what is written is what you were asking for.
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- Peter had a lot of red flags you’d had looked past. He was perfect and went above the bar when it came to past men who had entered your life. He remembered your birthday, the anniversaries, even those cheesy days like national hug day and he spared no expense into making it special for you even when there was nothing to celebrate.
- this was honestly a big part in why you were so accommodating when he was less than savory to be around, you yourself are surprised with how much of a pushover you were in the past. Guess it shows just how low the bar is for you.
- things eventually just started connecting as you got to know him. The possessiveness being a big part, it felt like ever since getting to know him your social life sort of…. changed. It suddenly felt like there was less time for the other people you cared about, even your family wasn’t spared when it came to him. Everyone was a challenge for him.
- neither of you really ever really established a relationship, you always thought you two were just really close friends I mean … sure there were some moments where it felt like something more but it wasn’t something you were barely even beginning to consider after past relationships left you feeling drained. You were okay with this sort of situationship for the the time being you just hadn’t noticed how much he had really wanted.
- He was always the guy there for you to talk shit with when you were frustrated or the shoulder to cry on, he was practically your best friend ever since Lucy had passed. You still blamed yourself for everything despite no consecutive reports on the case for months now but hey atleast you had someone to help you grieve and move past the tragedy that had happened at that diner. He was always there for you, he said it himself and had done more then enough to prove it through his actions towards you.
- one day he just changed. It’s like the guy you’ve been building trust with for almost half a year now just turned around and showed you a side he’d been forcing himself to hide from you.
- suddenly seeing those eyes that made you feel like prey, it was weird and quite frankly you didn’t like it. You didn’t like how he was treating you like a piece of meat, like any other guy would. It felt like you were beginning to see him for who he was.
- all a guy had done was catcall you, it wasn’t anything. You ignored it and kept it pushing like you always do but he just couldn’t let it go.
- he didn’t do anything, not while you were watching anyways but you saw that change in demeanor. He’s done it before though it was always a flash of an emotion you could not name, it always intimidated you but never for long as he was back to his same old lovable self.
- he sort of just dumps everything on you, everything he’d been keeping in all those nights working up the nerve at the mere thought of embracing you as more than just a friend. All those times you had cried to him but not because of him, it infuriated him that the relationship he’d been making up in his head since practically forever with you was nothing more than a mere delusion he’d created to cope with never actually being with you. That was going to change. Tonight.
- he knew, he just knew you wanted to be with him as much as he did with you so when you told him you were put off by his behavior and that you did not feel for him even a fraction of what he felt for you, hearing that “you wanted some time away from him” threw him through a loop. Not a pretty one either.
- those eyes again, the ones he has flashed at the man earlier. The ones that had you feeling helpless. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.
- it was like a gust of wind when he grabbed you with all his might, a meaty vein pulsing trough his forearm and the eyes of a killer gaping into your soul. A screaming fit paired with it, words along the lines of “why can’t you just accept that you love me” the words of a delusional freak that you know in your bones you should have never even given a single benefit of the doubt. That all this time that gut feeling in back of your mind was true all along.
- you’re in so much distress that it’s all a blur. The over-exertion of your muscles trying to fight back against the agonizing grip of a grown man paired with the ringing in your head from the screams, the wet on your face from the spittle of the man screaming intensely in your face. There’s a thud and suddenly everything is just black.
- you find yourself with a pounding headache and foggy vision bound against a soft surface, most likely a mattress. You try to move but you find your wrist cold from a handcuff keeping you fastened against the bed post. Everything from last night comes back and you’re reliving everything, a panic attack hits you before you calm down again having hope that there may be a way out of this.
- your captor, the person you thought you’d see comes walking in with a slight hop in his step. Almost as if last night never even happened, he has a tray of food. You aren’t sure what it is but you know you want no part in it immediately readying your voice to try and talk your way out of this predicament.
- there’s a stool by the bed your bound to, he sits on it and puts the tray on the bedside table right by your head.
- he tells you good morning in a sickly sweet voice you wish you’d never hear, almost as sickening as the deep purple bruise left on your arm after the mere grip put on you last night.
- you don’t offer a kind response back (who would let’s be honest) but it doesn’t seem like he minds. That flips a switch when the next words fly out of your mouth, almost as if you didn’t even think about who you were talking to before you spoke.
- nasty words continuously come out of your mouth begging him to let you go all the while barking like a chihuahua as if you were trying to hit a nerve. Who could take anyone seriously while they were tied down though?
- he laughs it off, this is why he loves you so much. You have a quality that can’t be copied, your spirit is so pure to him. He can’t help but communicate how much he loves you with a breathy voice and an ethereal stare.
- you’re next words were your biggest mistake, the ones that sealed your fate. You just couldn’t say you loved him back.
- his reaction, it’s not as bad as last night but still terrifying nevertheless. He understands it’s a process in a relationship but to spout such nonsense is enough to rile him up all over again.
- he’s more than offended at being told that he doesn’t really love you and only like the idea of you, you’re more than that to him. You’re essence, the mere presence of you is enough to blow him away. He huffs it away with a smirk, you don’t mean that.
- you’re too weak to fight the cloth clogging your airways, the all to familiar blackness coming back into the corner of your eyes slowly drowning your vision in it as your brain goes numb.
- begging to leave it just won’t work, he knows you really love him and that you want to stay here. You just need time and he’s more than willing to take care of anyone else who seems to think they knows what’s best for you and him.
- just like he did with Lucy.
- overall the guy is fucking delusional, say goodbye to the possibility of him having even a single moment of clarity when it comes to you.
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xxsycamore · 9 months
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requested by @rene-frog ❤ Hope you like it!
[ 🌈 part of the character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests🌈 ]
For Different Universe, Same Love content creation challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.
𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐔 ┅┅┅Lancelot x Jonah
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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲
"Serving you is loving you, my King. Don't worry about me."
They do say that the Queen of Hearts becomes a different person around Lancelot. A smile that can make flowers bloom, honeyed voice; sharpened attentiveness... Yet Lancelot knows there's more behind that smile - something painful and bittersweet lingering beneath the surface. He's never been the one to mask his emotions all that well.
"Nonsense. You don't have to pretend you don't want our relationship officialized. Cease talking like an underling, Jonah. I've already told you how much more you are to me."
A system built on ages-old values and principles, the red army forbids the higher ranks from getting involved among themselves because of it potentially getting in the way of their respective duties. With the Clemence family already in the works of finding a suitable partner for the noble-blooded Queen, the secret love between him and Lancelot seems more and more ill-fated by the second.
The hitching breath inside Jonah's chest is all too obvious when Lancelot gets up from his chair to stand up tall in front of Jonah.
"If I have to dismiss you from your position, so be it. Nothing is getting in my way of making you mine, Jonah. No matter what anyone has to say about it."
The impact of Lancelot's words usually makes people feel those fright-born shivers all the way down their toes; for Jonah, it's the kiss that followed. A mere shadow of lips over his own, barely there, yet making their presence known. A comforting kiss. The caress of a mouth that Jonah cannot live without. A reminder of having to fight for what you love.
With new determination gleaming in Jonah's amber eyes, his gaze rises to meet Lancelot's again - and finds the man wearing a content smile.
"You'll always be my one and only Queen of Hearts."
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Rereading your fics and noticed that Dick always tries to make Tim smile. Like in stars that laugh, Tim smiling at him is won in the second chapter when he compliments him and in your latest chapter he would pride himself in teasing Tim out of his moods and making him smile. Maybe I’m overthinking it but I think it’s cute lmao
ANON YOU ARE NOT OVERTHINKING IT ALONE WE ARE OVERTHINKING IT TOGETHER ❤
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(Also. Rereading? My fics? 🥺 <333)
listen to me ramble about the "Dick tries to make Tim smile" thing below the cut:
so here's the thing.
I am obsessed with childhood first meetings and thematic resonance and!! when they first meet Dick is trying to get Tim to smile?? the very first time they ever meet? because they're posing for a picture? and this meet-and-greet is right before the show, so it's the last thing that Dick ever does with his parents before they die, so in my head it's this very ordinary moment that in retrospect has a lot of emotional resonance for him and it means different things to him over the years
and one of the things I like about the trying-to-get-Tim-to-smile moments is that even when Dick's not consciously thinking of it this way, it's a link back to that past self. so initially when Tim first shows up, Dick finds him pretty off-putting and has no interest in making him smile, or anything of the kind, and he'd almost like to block Tim out of that childhood memory because it feels like this weird stalker kid is contaminating it. but later as they get closer Dick starts letting him in more, both physically into his apartments but also very gradually lowering his guard, and at some point he starts getting investing in making Tim smile --
-- and what I love about this is that every time Dick does this he's feeling the same impulse he did when they met? so unconsciously when Dick's trying to make Tim smile he's continually reenacting their first meeting
and it's this connection back to the people they were before, when they were both a lot younger and more innocent and less guarded
and it's also ~~symbolic~~ because when it comes to Tim, this trying-to-help/make-people-feel-better is, like, the number one thing that Tim's drawn to and associates with Dick and with Robin and the thing he tries to emulate, right? Tim doesn't see his primary job as getting revenge or thwarting wrongdoers or even making the world safe - he sees his primary job as helping, as providing reassurance and comfort and emotional support.
so it's why Tim's drawn to Dick and it's why ultimately Dick's drawn to Tim, right? because these are values they share. "i like helping people." Tim has about six thousand plotlines where he's trying to comfort people in crisis - people with ordinary problems instead of superhuman ones - drinking problems, drug problems, sexual harassment, unexpected pregnancies, difficult parents, insecurities, grief --
-- and there's one comic I'm really fond of, where Tim spends almost the entire comic sitting with a kid who's thinking about suicide, listening to him and ultimately talking him out of it and offering to get breakfast with him, and at the end of the comic he calls Dick. and a lot of folks understandably focus on what the comic implies - which is that Tim's struggling with suicidal thoughts himself - but I think it's just as important what Tim does in the comic, which is comfort someone.
so there's this very touching parallel, because Tim is reaching out and comforting someone else in a way that he's learned from Dick
and they're both... I mean, Dick and Tim are both very social people and caretaker-types, right? they worry about Bruce's state of mind, they try to look after their friends, they pay as much attention to social stuff as they do to fighting skill. and they try to look after each other, and Dick teasing Tim and trying to bring him out of his moods is part of that. and Tim tries to do the same for Dick, so he's like this little mirror reflecting Dick's actions back at him
and one of the things i like about their relationship is that it's really built out of all these little ordinary kindnesses. a lot of their big dramatic moments are fights; they become friends in the painstaking slow build of the everyday. tim visits. they call each other. they hang out. they snark at each other. sometimes they squabble.
and there's a tension there that's endlessly fascinating to me, because they have all this love for each other, but a lot of it is unspoken and sublimated into action. like, Dick will think these very touching things about Tim in his inner monologue, but he almost never says those things to Tim, you know? the way he shows his affection is with the teasing and roughhousing and trying to make him smile. and once Dick starts roughhousing Tim gives as good as he gets, and it's a lot of how they bond? but this unspoken love language can also be disrupted, because the teasing and roughhousing and affectionate bullying is all kinda childish, right? it's not serious. it's kinda immature. and they're both actually pretty serious restrained people, so if they get self-conscious about it that throws a wrench into everything.
when I think of Dick and affection I always think of that Ada Limón poem:
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which admittedly is very gender-essentialist, but this feels very right for Dick to me - the way Dick loves, and especially the way he shows his love for Tim, is like an iceberg. only a bit of it is visible at the surface; you're not gonna see it if you don't know what to look for. he's more likely to do things than to talk about it. but the feelings are deep and strong.
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heyy I know I sent in a request already that you haven't gotten around to so feel no pressure to rush to get this one done or anything, but would you mind doing headcanons for Hook and Hades (seperately) with an s/o that struggles with anxiety and ocd (it can cause a lot of depressive episodes and emotional outbursts ie. excessive tears/panic bc of the toll that intrusive thoughts can take on someone) ? Thank you ❤
Heya Bee, oh absolutely can do, soft villain headcannons incoming:
(also pls look after yourself, you're a lovely bean and I'm well aware the stress these thoughts of things can put us through. Big hugs across the screen from me)
Hook x Anxious/OCD S/O:
Oh love-
He knows, he knows exactly what it is you're going through. He spirals similarly enough, afterall.
You have activated Soft Gentleman, Supportive mode.
The crew are quiet, anybody making ...excessive noise is subject to Hook miming their innards being pulled out with a tuning fork. A threat he will act on if the disturbance continues.
He's wrapped you in his softest blankets, he's settled in as the big spoon, and you're free to talk about it if you want, no judgement. If you don't he understands also, he doesn't like to voice his worst days either.
The pet names are coming in thick and fast, as though through sheer force of sentiment he can oust the dark thoughts from your head. It's a 50/50 success rate, but you love him all the more for it.
He wasn't always this good at being your rock though.
When you first started being together, some of your outbursts took him by surprise, and his panic response is to match the energy. There was. A lot of shouting. He took some things personally when he shouldn't have, you said things you didn't mean, and it was a rough road for a while as the crew kept out of their irate captains way and you pointedly avoided anyone and everything.
Smee had to get firm with both of you.
The older man pointedly told Hook that he should have learnt from his own panic attacks and Smee's own treatments that escalating the situation only makes everybody feel awful. He, more gently, told you that Hook nor the crew are mind readers and better communication was needed between you both to ensure that your feelings were properly addressed without risk of sinking the Jolly Rodger.
The first proper talk was like pulling teeth on both sides.
Hook is not used to being someones emotional anchor, but rose to the occasion tremendously once you haltingly explained what exactly your emotions were doing to you. He even asked about anything he and the crew should avoid, thinking of his own triggers with Pan, Ticktok and long, dark nights of phantom pain.
His aquiesence and understanding immediately put some of your greater fears at ease. The more long lasting ones are dealt with as they rise, and it gets easier and easier to ask for help as you two go on.
You often fall asleep together after an outburst, curled on the bed in a blanket nest that is forbidden from being disturbed.
Hades x x Anxious/OCD S/O:
Hades is a bit slower on the uptake.
For all that he's an excellent manipulator and able to pick up your reasoning very intuitively, this isn't a 'reason' based thing, and gods often struggle to relate to mortal fears and feelings.
It's not something he can waft away with a couple glib jokes and a quick snuggle.
That doesn't mean that he isn't willing to put the work in to figure out how to help you once he realises just how serious this is.
He snaps you both to his 'resort' by the styx (officially the most relaxing place he's tried to make down there) and sits you both down. You end up basically in his lap, head on his chest, taking advantage of his space - heater warmth as he wraps both arms around you and sighs.
"Ok babe. Talk to me."
You start, stuttering and embarrassed, forcing words into the open even as tears come and he wipes them away with one gaunt finger.
It's terryfying to say it out loud, because saying it makes it real, but saying it also shines a different perspective on such thoughts. They take on a decidedly more insubstantial air when echoing in the vast patient expanse of the underworld, vs whirling around your cramped noggin.
Hades also has a very analytical way of looking at things, which helps you rationalise thoughts that you've been stuck on for days, weeks or months. You find you're more able to put them to rest once you've seen Hades turn the thought around in his mind like a puzzle, come to a conclusion, and say so out loud with a shrug and a squeeze.
You have to remember this as well - Gods literally have forever. They're patient, and view time very differently from mortals, who tend to cram so much into their brief lifespan that they barely leave room to think. Hades can and will sit with you for hours, Underworlds schedule be damned, and while there you finally take notice of how nice it is to slow down, properly take time to think, and appreciate being snug in his arms.
You talk until you start to feel sleep creeping up on you, your head lolling against his chest, limbs like lead.
Hades chuckles, and you find smoke curling along your sides and around your back, solidifying into a blanket the same weight and shade as his own himation (the black cloak pinned at the shoulder over his chiton).
"You should wear my colours more often babe, ya make sleepy look salacious."
You snort and flick him in the chin. He cackles and plants a kiss on your forehead. With another snap of his fingers you're both teleported away for a night of well deserved rest, content.
I hope these are ok for you Bee, I'm living for Soft Villain times. Thanks so much for the request and I hope you're having a lovely day!
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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year
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Hopeless
Steve x reader, Steve constantly going on dates, tries to make reader jealous by talking about them to her, reader does get jealous but instead of showing it, simply begins distancing herself when she knows he’s been on a date as it hurts to hear it. Steve thinking she doesn’t like him. Her thinking Steve doesn’t like her. Hopeless idiots in hopeless love. Mutual pining. Much idiocy.
Warnings; Angst, mutual pining, fluff.
Yn had been crushing on Steve for as long as she could remember but while she nursed her crush he had proceeded to date plenty of girls while she ended up heartbroken and jealous.
How many times was she going to put herself through this heartache before she got the hint that he would never feel the same?
Every time she had to hear about his dates it hurt more and more and she hated it. Couldn't he see how she felt about him?
She was tired of feeling the sting of unrequited love and so she had slowly begun distancing herself from Steve every time he had a date.
If he found out how she felt it would be so embarrassing. Especially as he didn't feel the same way. All she would do was ruin their friendship and she didn't want that.
Robin had called her and Steve oblivious idiots.
"It's so obvious he feels the same!" Robin told her during their shift at Family Video.
"If he felt the same why not just tell me instead of going on these dates?" She asks Robin frustrated.
God, men could be so confusing with how they acted. If Steve did feel the same why not just say so?
"Look, I don't know why the dingus is doing it. Maybe to make you jealous? Provoke a reaction so you tell him how you feel? You'll never know unless you say how you feel"
And then she ruins everything by finding out he sees her as a friend and only a friend? Not likely.
At home, Steve was in turmoil, no matter how many girls he dated yn didn't seem to care.
He tried to make her jealous to see if she felt the same but the most it did was make her distance herself from him and now he was worried she didn't like him.
He tells all of this to Nancy who looks at him like he's an idiot.
"Steve Harrington. Why do you think that dating other people would be a good idea? If yn does feel the same as you then she is probably confused and thinks that you don't like her back*
Steve shakes his head.
"She doesn't feel the same way Nance, I'm telling you" Nancy mutters to herself, she spent the night discussing this with Robin and they were both sick of yn and Steve dancing around each other's feelings.
"You are both so oblivious I swear". She groans rubbing her forehead.
After another night of listening to the two of them pining, Robin and Nancy had heard enough and when it was yn's shift with Steve they made sure to stay well clear of the store so the two could talk...
Honestly, the two of them would never confess at this rate.
Steve was once again going on about his date and she was beyond sick of hearing about it.
This girl was called Meghan and each word Steve said made her heart more and this time it was hard to keep her emotions under control.
Steve seemed to sense her change of mood straight away and she hastily tried to wipe her tears away.
"Hey? What's wrong?" she stares at him stunned and wonders if he really is that oblivious?
This time she snaps because she is sick of hiding her feelings.
"Do you really not know how I feel about you!" he freezes and his demeanour changes straight away.
"How do you feel about me, sweetheart?" he asks tenderly and wipes her tears away.
"Does it matter? You don't feel the same way, do you? You're always going on dates and talking about the girls and never noticed me"
He gapes.
"Sweetheart, I'm crazy about you. Shit, I should have shown it a different way. I thought if I dated all those girls then you would get jealous. It was stupid, I should have just told you how I felt about you"
She sighs.
"Would have been easier Steve, I didn't think you liked me at all" he softens.
"I should have told you but I'm telling you now, I want to be with you sweetheart". He strokes her cheek and leans into kiss her.
"Finally" they break apart for a millisecond to see Nancy and Robin watching them with relieved looks in their faces.
"Seriously! We were considering an intervention you know" Robin exclaimed and Nancy rolls her eyes.
"Oblivious, totally oblivious both of you" Steve grins.
"Oh, you want to talk about oblivious Nance? What about your crush on..." Nancy glares at him and Robin looks confused.
"Crush on who?" She asks and Nancy shakes her head .
"No one" she replies hurriedly and when they both leave she turns to Steve.
"And they call us oblivious?" Steve says to her amused and she giggles takes his hand and gently pulls him in for a kiss again.
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Hi MeowMeow Costume anon here sorry it’s taken a couple days for me to reply life got busy finding one’s honour is harder then I thought!
You want my autistic head canons for Zuko? Strap in for some unhinged rambling because I have ✨thoughts✨ this will be long
(CW: implied child abuse (Fuck Ozai))
Zuko likes music (Iroh mentiones he’s talented with the Tsungi horn) and his swords I also think he would have picked up dancing at some point with how he moved during dance of the dragons.
When he’s around people he trusts he emotes more with his face and masks less in general and I’d say if he felt safe enough he’d do more overt (for him) stimms like humming, minor rocking or tugging on his hair Iroh would be one of his safe people and eventually the gaang would be too
*I don’t think he’d have very obvious stimms in general being raised royal he’d be expected to act a certain way and hand flaps are not it. Also flaming 💩lord Ozai would have seen any aberrations as weakness and stamped that shit out fast
*I honestly think it could be one of the reasons the flaming 💩lord despises Zuko being inherently different would be a weakness in his eyes and reflect badly on him
I think he and May get along well because they’re both autistic and are a safe space for each other. she has trouble processing her emotions he has trouble controlling his they make good emotional counter balances
He cares so much about the people and animals around him even his enemies a strong sense of justice is a common sign of autism and speaking out of turn was the initial reason for his banishment.
He’s so socially awkward he doesn’t know how to talk with people instead of at them his entire pep talk to himself and subsequent introduction to the gaang when he tries to join them is peak “how do you do fellow kids” and his “that’s rough buddy” is as iconic as it is socially inept.
The guy totally hyper fixated on hunting the Avatar and when he could no longer find his purpose in it and realised he was wrong he did not cope
He has no tackt. none. and he takes things at face value and he hates lying his humour is also a little left leaning and he tries to relate to others and their experiences as a way of bonding.
While he’s not a prodigy fire bender like his sister he found ways around his limitations that helped accentuate his natural talents like his sword fighting (dancing would help with sword work) being incorporated into his bending (I don’t remember any other character bending with weapons).
He’d know a lot about tea from Iroh and I think he enjoyed working in the tea shop
Thank you for coming to my Ted talk!
I hope these make sense it’s kinda late now but this was fun to write thanks for reading my insane rambles :D
Also in response to the (non gendered) Prince! line you gave me so much surprise gender euphoria I cried 😭🫠🥹 sincerely thank you. I’m going with he/him pronouns atm but he/they is something I want to look into.
if you don’t mind me asking what are your pronouns?
I’ll probably send another ask in the next couple of days to annoy you with lol but in the meantime have a great day!
Sorry I took so long to get back to this, but damn I needed it today so I guess it's good I kept this in reserve. ❤
Holy shit, I can't unsee Zuko as autistic now. Like it's impossible. He's so perfectly coded to be on the spectrum. He's generally monotone, until he's not, and that's always when he's dealing with big emotions. He'd be a lip biter for sure.
Zuko doing dance as a stim 😍 the first time the Gaang sees him dancing when he thinks he's alone, they'd be so supportive, and have no idea what that would mean to him.
Fire lord Zuko infodumping about tea to some random person who tried to ask if he'd like them to make him some, as he heats the tea himself with his bending, and damn if that isn't the best tea that servant has ever had in their life.
Until next time my non gendered Prince Zuko! (Which will be in like, a few minutes, when I get to your other ask. Again sorry for the wait 😭 I'm bad at this)
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