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ceoofglytchell · 10 months ago

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Spare Time

Summary: As King, Aegon Targaryen does not have much spare time anymore and those he has he mostly spends drinking with his friends in a tavern until… you come along. The most desired maiden in the realm they call you, Lord Tyland Lannister’s daughter, but your playfulness is just as grand as your beauty. Your father may not have time for amusements, but you most certainly do.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Lannister!Reader

Word count: 5135 words

Warnings: mdni, Reader is Lord Tyland Lannister’s daughter, Reader is described of having Lannister like features, canon divergence (blood & cheese has not happened yet), yearning, aegon being a bit of an ass, kinda enemies to lovers, heavy drinking, drunken making out, smut, oral (f receiving), dry humping, no mention of Y/N

Notes: This one has some more… spice in it, because I feel like aeg deserves it. As always, feedback and criticism is always appreciated and please remember that english is not my native language.

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"The Magnanimous... what does that even mean?"

Aegon flopped down on his throne, his legs draped over the armrest, a glass of red wine from the Arbor in his hand that was only half full.

He slurred his words and his breath revealed that the king was quite drunk. His three friends, Eddard, Martyn and Leon, had made themselves comfortable at the foot of his throne and were also drinking. They usually did this in taverns or a brothel, but that evening the young king had decided to entertain them in the throne room of the Red Keep.

"You could always be 'Aegon the Strong'?" Martyn suggested with a laugh, slapping his thighs as if he had just made one of the funniest jests mankind had ever heard. But that was not the case.

"No, my nephew has already taken that one."

His friends laughed and he giggled with them, taking another long sip of his wine.

"By the gods, magnanimous means the same as generous. Please, read more."

And then of course there was you, the daughter of Tyland Lannister, the most sought-after maiden in the realm and a complete nuisance. You were annoying, rebellious, playful and you never seemed to be able to keep your mouth shut. A spoiled brat, that is what you were. It was all he could think of as he saw you leaning against one of the pillars in the throne room, your golden hair falling down your shoulders and a red dress adorning your feminine curves. You might be annoying, but you were just as beautiful.

"Fine, but I still don't want that title. I want a title that sows fear but also trust in the people,” he replied with a sigh and stood up from his throne again to walk back and forth on the steps, thinking about which name would meet those criteria while being careful not to cut himself on the sharp ends of the melted swords.

“Aegon the Dragonheart!” Leon said, whereupon you rolled your eyes and held your own bronze wine glass to your forehead, as the cold worked wonders for you at that moment, as you were sure that these men were giving you a headache.

“That’s better.”

Suddenly Martyn started to giggle and he pointed at his king with a wide grin on his face: “Aegon the Dragoncock!”

“Yes! The untamable beast!” Aegon laughed, spreading his arms triumphantly, as if that was indeed the best title he had heard that evening, when ‘magnanimous’ was far better, especially because the lords and ladies understood it. The common folk would not know what it meant directly, but it sounded good enough for history if he did not want to be remembered as ‘the usurper’. But certainly not as Dragoncock!

“Fine, that is enough for me. Good night, my lords, Aegon.”

You turned to leave the throne room and retreat to the comfort of your chambers instead, as you really missed your bed right now and a hot bath might do your aching head some good. However, you immediately heard cries of protest from the drunken men, who wanted you to stay and drink a little more with them. You did not think Martyn, Leon or Eddard wanted to sleep with you, but were just happy to have found another drinking companion, but you were not so sure about Aegon's intentions. Sometimes you thought you could see his eyes resting on your cleavage or your hips, but you could be imagining that. But it matched his reputation.

"It’s still 'my king' or 'your grace' for you, love."

That made you turn back around and fold your arms across your chest, looking at the silver-haired man with raised eyebrows. He, however, had a grin on his lips and seemed amused. Oh, sometimes he made you angry.

"Fine, Your Grace," you curtsied deeply, letting your hair fall over your shoulders but allowing Aegon to peek under the high neckline of your dress, which made a lump form in his throat. "I wish you a pleasant night."

Before the men could call you back, you hurried out of the throne room with a giggle, gathering your skirts in your hands while the heels of your shoes echoed across the cold stone floor of the Red Keep. You liked drinking with them and chatting about trivial topics, but the king... the king was a whole other topic entirely.

After you left, everything in the throne room was quiet for a moment and only the flickering of the torches that were attached to the walls or the breathing of the guards could be heard. No one moved, no one said a word.

"Do you think I have a chance if I try harder?" Martyn asked the group with a clearing of his throat, whereupon Leon hit him on the arm, knowing how their friend must feel about you.

"No chance, my friend. She's too pretty for you!"

The three drunken lords started laughing again, but Aegon just sat back down on his throne, a feeling of jealousy filling him for a reason he couldn't quite explain.

You were annoying and he certainly did not like you much, but he could not deny that he wanted you. And Aegon Targaryen usually got what he wanted, and if he didn't, he took it regardless.

"See that, Jaehaera? That is a lion. They are like cats, but much bigger and much stronger.” You pointed with your finger at the drawing in the book, which you held so that the little girl on your lap could look into it with you. She, however, seemed more interested in the butterflies fluttering over the rose bushes than the picture of the animal that adorned the banner of your house.

Not far from you and the little girl on the lawn of the garden, Helaena sat in the shade of a tree and embroidered, while in front of her Jaehaerys played with wooden horses and seemed to be having a lot of fun, which was quite a sweet sight.

As one of the queen's ladies-in-waiting, the twins had quickly grown on you, but the queen herself was still a mystery to you, as you could never interpret her knowing looks and confusing words. At one point she told you that lionesses should not dance with dragons. To this day, you still wondered what that meant, but lately she had been talking about rats more often anyway, and you certainly couldn't help her because you were disgusted by those.

"I want to play with daddy," the little princess murmured, to which you could only sigh because you were trying to entertain the little one, but you were not a nanny. You were just trying to make Helaena's day more pleasant by taking some of the work off her hands because you quickly noticed that she preferred peace and quiet and being alone above all else. You just wanted to help.

"Do you see the balcony up there?" you asked, pointing to a large balcony at the top of the Red Keep that would definitely give you a wonderful view of the city with all its beauty and flaws. "There is the council chamber. Your daddy is there right now, discussing important things.”

“Are you going to visit Morghul with me?”

You blinked in confusion and shook your head slightly, because visiting Morghul meant going down into the dragon pit and you certainly did not wish to do that. These large winged creatures had always been frightening, even when you lived on Casterly Rock and curiously leafed through illustrated history books yourself.

“No, I… I cannot. Lionesses like me should not dance with dragons,” you repeated the same words the queen once told you, whereupon Helaena looked up from her embroidery and looked at you for a moment with her eyebrows furrowed, as if she could not understand why you had said that.

“You sound like my mummy!” laughed Jaehaera before suddenly jumping off your lap and running to her brother to play with him.

With a sigh, you looked back at the book, which had actually been written for children, but it was the only thing you had at the moment and the sun was shining so beautifully on your skin and warming your body that you did not want to get up and look for something else to do. After a while of reading in silence, you noticed that the queen and her children had apparently gone back to the castle and you were now sitting alone in the shade of the branches of the weirwood tree and you could hear the gentle rustling of the leaves, which calmed you down.

For a moment everything seemed so peaceful, until he suddenly appeared in your field of vision and the calm was suddenly over.

"What a beautiful day, don't you think? Almost as beautiful as you."

With an exaggerated roll of your eyes, you leaned against the bark of the tree and closed the book, laying it next to you, while you now shifted your attention to him, since he could not be ignored.

"I did not know you were a poet, Aegon."

Aegon laughed and sat cross-legged on the ground in front of you, resting his chin on his hands, while the rays of sunlight falling through the thick red canopy of leaves cast soft shadows on his face. He wore black trousers, a loose blue shirt and a dark green embroidered coat, which he had left open, and of course the thick golden chain that always hung around his neck. Sometimes you wondered if he slept in it because you never saw him without it.

"Darling, I am anything but a poet. For you, however, I think I could make an exception." He replied with a witty twinkle in his amethyst eyes, which had always captivated you since you first met.

"Oh yes? I thought you were more of a drunkard and a male whore."

You may have expressed yourself a little too harshly, because the shine in his eyes suddenly disappeared and the king suddenly looked at you as if you had just murdered a puppy in front of him, when you were actually just trying to make a jest. The man sitting across from you was extremely sensitive, which you were not really aware of, since you had only come to King's Landing a few months ago and had been assigned to the queen as a lady-in-waiting. If you had been here earlier, you might have noticed the scratch marks and bruises on his cheeks whenever his mother or grandfather hit him.

But that gleam in his purple eyes disappeared as quickly as it had come, and a small smile pulled the corners of his mouth upwards again, hiding his pain under humor and lightness. "You wound me, darling."

"I do? Just a moment ago you seemed very proud of your attempt to lure me into your bed." A jest, that was all it was, but you did not expect that this jest would set something in motion that would probably change your life forever - in your eyes at least.

"Did I now?" Aegon, suddenly in a good mood and motivated again, played with a small flower that grew in abundance on the grass you were both sitting on, while he looked at you with a look that sent a shiver down your spine. "Would you like to be in my bed? I can assure you, it is comfortable and warm."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes exaggeratedly to make sure he saw that you had no interest in it, even if a small part of you was interested in seeing how much of his reputation was actually the truth and how much was just hearsay.

"Definitely not. I am not climbing into bed with someone who calls himself 'Dragoncock'."

He sighed, but quickly moved closer to you so you would not just get up and leave, which you usually did. Often times, it was only his friends and himself who were left, but you always left early, which he found extremely unfortunate. He had never seen you completely drunk or in a state of pleasure that he was only too happy to put you in.

"I was only kidding. I was drunk! I accept being called magnanimous too.”

“And you don’t even know what that means.”

Aegon let out a frustrated groan and fell backwards onto the grass, ruffling his silver hair even more and adding wrinkles and dirt to his clothes. Not that he cared. He was the king, he could run around as he pleased, but you had just brought him to the point of frustration again. Gods, you were difficult.

“What have I done to you to make you treat me like this?” he grumbled, looking up at the blue sky, which was devoid of any clouds, just a few birds flying wildly, frolicking in their natural habitat. Oh, to be as free as a bird.

"You are annoying me." Maybe it was not the wisest decision to talk to a king like that, but he had asked you and you had given him an honest answer, even if it was only a half-truth, because it was not him that was annoying you. What annoyed you was the way he made you feel. Whenever he was there, you felt strange because you were always hot and you always felt like you needed something that only he could give you.

"I'm annoying you?" The king propped himself up on his elbow and looked at you leaning against the hard, rough bark of the tree and staring at him. He could not believe it. The feeling was actually mutual.

"Sometimes I just want to spend my spare time in peace and quiet, and then you suddenly appear."

Strange. Aegon had never thought about it like that before. When you were not with his sisters and children, he would see you sitting alone in some place most of the time, doing the gods knows what, and in his eyes you looked lonely. He did not want you to be alone or feel bad, which is why he usually brought you along to his drinking companions so you could all drink together and be happy. He never thought that that was what was annoying you.

Besides, a beauty like you should not be sitting around alone somewhere, where anyone could come and snatch you away. You were a member of his court and therefore you were under his protection and he did not want a single hair on your pretty head to be hurt.

"My apologies. I... have not thought of it that way before."

You blinked in surprise and just looked at him for a moment without saying a word. Had you heard correctly? Had Aegon Targaryen actually just apologized to you when he did not need to, since you actually secretly enjoyed his company most of the time. So he was capable of being something other than a fool after all. Maybe your father was right when he told you that somewhere beneath the facade a decent man was hidden. Perhaps you could get through to him if you tried.

"Then I will just ask you, instead of always surprising you. We wanted to go out into the city tonight, after I am done with my duties, to have some fun. Would you do us the honor of accompanying us, dear Lady Lannister?"

Aegon grinned at you, and you should know that that grin did not mean anything good, but the way he asked the question, as if he wanted to take you to a feast instead of a regular tavern, made you nod. Hopefully you would not regret that decision at the end of the evening.

"Good. I will come with you. But you have to promise me that you will bring me back to the Red Keep safely afterwards."

"I promise."

The sun had just disappeared behind Visenya's hill and bathed the sky in a graceful golden glow, and you stood in front of Aegon's chambers, waiting for him to open the door for you so that you could sneak out of the castle together. Your gentle features and the golden curls that marked you as a member of House Lannister were hidden under a black cloak and you wore the simplest dress you owned, which was still more ornate and beautiful than anything the women of the small folk owned. After all, your father only wanted the best for you, his only daughter.

You heard no loud voices telling you that his friends were nearby, nor did you hear anything else from inside his chambers. Perhaps he was still trapped in a council meeting? Or maybe they had simply left without you? Yes, that had to be the answer. They probably did not want a woman with them when they went to the Street of Silk or-

Suddenly the wooden doors to his chambers opened and tore you out of your thoughts. The king stood before you, his hair disheveled and wearing only a loose shirt and trousers. He did not look like he wanted to leave the Keep this evening anymore. He did not even look like he wanted to go and drown himself in wine and other desires, which was extremely uncharacteristic of him.

He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you into his rooms and closed the door behind you. His chambers were dark and only lit by a few candles and the soft light that still fell through the balcony, and a fire flickered in his fireplace. The atmosphere seemed somehow... romantic. What was happening here?

"Where are the others? Did we not want to go into town?" you asked him, confused, and you pulled your hood off your head so that he could look at you properly. The flickering lights made it seem as if shadows were performing a dance on your pale skin, which he could not take his eyes off for a second. In this light you looked even more beautiful, he thought.

"There was a change of plans, little lioness." Aegon replied and sat down on his sofa, which he had personally dusted off any dirt before you came, because he had a plan. He had always wanted you and tonight he would have you.

You started to nervously play with the rings on your hands, which was a habit you had picked up from your mother when she was still alive. You did not know what he was up to or what plan he was talking about, but somehow you were also intrigued.

"How about we both spend time together here? I have more than enough wine and I can prove to you that I am not that annoying after all."

Oh, so that was what he was after. He thought you had the wrong idea about him and now he wanted to prove you wrong. Maybe you should do the same, because it seemed like he also saw you differently than you really were. This evening could help you both get closer and maybe, just maybe, he would get what he wanted. You would give it to him, but only if he did it right.

"I am not as bad as you think either, Your Grace," you said with a small smile playing around the corners of your mouth before you sat down next to him on the sofa, but at a reasonable distance, which would most likely decrease, knowing him.

"You will have to prove that to me," he said playfully and turned to the small side table that was next to the seat, and he poured you both a glass of sweet wine from the Arbor, which counted as his favorite wine along with the stuff they drank in the south in Dorne. Dornish wine did not taste nearly as good as this, but it served its purpose better than any other.

"I shall do my best." You took the golden cup of wine that he handed you and the smell of alcohol immediately filled your nose. It was only when you came to King's Landing that you started drinking so much that the smell alone relaxed you and he was probably largely to blame for this development. But you could not bring yourself to blame him.

"Oh yeah? Then start. Convince me."

You hesitated for a moment, taking a sip from the wine glass, because you did not know how to even begin to convince him that you were not a spoiled, annoying brat, but just a woman like any other, even though he probably would not see it that way.

"I... I honestly don't know how," you admitted, your cheeks turning a little pink.

"Fine, then I will start. I wanted you all to myself and that is why I stayed here with you. Martyn and Leon went into town alone.”

This was something you definitely did not see coming. You had first assumed that he just did not feel like leaving the castle at this late hour and that he preferred the comfort of his chambers, but the fact that this was the reason he did not want to share your company with his friends surprised you. He had actually done you a favor by doing this, because you knew that at some point they would have turned onto the Street of Silk and then things could have turned out badly for you if some drunk man had taken a liking to your appearance. You could only have hoped that he would have protected you, but perhaps this was his way of doing that.

“When I was younger I had a cat and my uncle made me believe it was a lion cub for months,” you told him with a giggle, because it was true. Your uncle, your father's twin brother, could be a real jerk sometimes, and ever since you found out that your beloved lion was actually a simple cat, you never spoke to him again. In fact, you even avoided him at all feasts as punishment, which was very amusing to think about sometimes.

"I sometimes slept next to Sunfyre in the Dragonpit."

"I hate all sweets except lemon tarts."

"I once went swimming drunk in Blackwater Bay at night."

For what felt like hours you shared stories like this, drinking and drinking and drinking. At some point you had started drinking from the same cup, and his head was resting on your lap while you ran your fingers through his hair. Neither he nor you knew how you got there, although the next morning you could perfectly remember what happened immediately afterward.

"You know, I thought you were the most annoying woman I have ever met!" Aegon slurred drunkenly, his hand squeezing the side of your waist, his mind filled with the thought of how good it felt to have his head resting against your soft thighs and how wonderful the way was how you ran your thin fingers through his silver hair as if you were gently brushing it. He wanted more. He wanted you more than ever, even though he had several cups of wine inside him and could barely concentrate on anything other than the thought of pushing you onto your back and taking what he wanted. He could do it, but he managed to control himself - for now.

"And I thought you were just trying to bed me!" you laughed, although there was some truth in that statement, since you really did believe that was the only reason he was always around you.

"I do. I want to bed you and I will do it if you let me.”

Your fingers stopped sliding through his curls and your breathing became faster. You were slightly in denial, because you had not expected him to admit it so easily. He wanted you. He wanted to lie with you, claim your maidenhead and ruin you for all other men, and by the gods, you could feel yourself suddenly getting hot and instinctively clenching your thighs together at the thought.

When Aegon felt you rub your legs together for a moment, he felt his self-control slowly slipping away. He was arousing you. Knowing the effect he was having on you made him feel triumphant, because he finally had you where he wanted you. You were so close... and all he had to do was grab you.

"Do you want this? Do you want me to take you, to show you who I really am?"

A shiver ran down your spine, especially at the way he looked up at you, but you also knew that it would be the worst decision to let him take you now, because you were still unmarried and a war was brewing on the horizon. Your hand might still be needed. But that did not mean that you could not have some fun.

"I am still a maiden, Aegon."

He immediately opened his mouth to make a crude remark or say some other clever thing, but you quickly put your index finger on his lips so that he would be quiet for once.

"But that does not mean I do not want you."

Before you could say anything else, you suddenly felt his strong hands grab your hips and suddenly you were lying on the sofa beneath him and he was hovering over you, looking down at your heavily breathing, drunken form with a wide grin.

"Gods, you are divine," he simply murmured before he lowered himself onto you and began attacking your throat and neck with kisses, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, his body pressing against yours.

"Fuck, I can't wait... I want you..."

"Oh, Aegon..." you whispered breathlessly as he found a certain spot on the side of your neck and immediately began sucking and nibbling at it. It would surely leave red marks on your flawless skin, but you certainly would not complain.

"Need to taste you...need to be inside you..."

Without another second's hesitation, he pulled your dress up until the red fabric reached your hips and your pretty legs and the long stockings you wore came into view. He would only have to pull your skirt up a little further and he would see the object of his desire, the thing he had been dreaming of for weeks.

"Please, Your Grace...touch me..." you begged as your fingers dug into his shoulder-length silver strands and tugged lightly, causing a low growl to escape him.

He did not know if it was your pleading, your fingers in his hair, or simply the way your chest rose and fell rapidly as small whimpers escaped you at what he was doing, but it was getting harder and harder to hold back. In his eyes, you were breathtaking. Better than any whore he had ever fucked.

"You are begging? Already?"

His hand traveled the length of your leg until he reached your soft thigh and he began to trace small, slow circles on the flesh that would probably drive you to the brink of insanity. That was exactly what he wanted, though. He wanted you to go insane over him. He needed it.

"Aegon, please... I need you..."

"As you wish, my lady."

Aegon pulled your skirt up further and then, in the darkness of his candlelit chambers, he was able to catch a glimpse of your exposed, wet cunt. The realization that you had been wearing no smallclothes the entire time made him even harder than he already was. The effect you had on him was dangerous.

He quickly switched positions again so that he was on his back and you were resting on his hips, making you bite your lip hard as you could feel his hardness pressing against you. You would give anything to feel him inside you, but you also knew that would be too hasty, even if you were both drunk. Maybe you would allow him to feel you another time, if he behaved well.

He pulled you further up, away from his hips and towards his shoulders, making you eye him with furrowed brows, not knowing what he was about to do. You had always assumed that men could only feel satisfaction from their cocks.

"Come on, I want to taste you," he said impatiently, pulling you even closer to his face, your womanhood almost touching his chin.

"You... you want me to...?"

"Gods, woman." He pushed you against him with force, a surprised squeal escaping you as he buried his handsome face in your cunt and without hesitation he began to lick you and push his tongue into your hole while his hands held your thighs tightly so that you would no try to escape him. You moaned loudly and your hands immediately buried themselves in his hair, but in your state you did not know if you wanted to push him away from you and pull him closer to you - or both.

While he feasted on your sweet nectar, you brought one of your delicate hands behind your back and leaned back ever so slightly so that you could place your hand on the obvious bulge in his breeches and slowly stroke him up and down.

Aegon cursed under his breath and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt your hand caressing him, something he had dreamed of for weeks and something he had always imagined when he had touched himself at night with the image of you in his mind. The little lioness had her claws out and he was going to enjoy every second of it, even though he knew it would not take him long.

His nose nudged your clit over and over a few times while his tongue stimulated your wet hole, eventually causing you to cum undone with a cry of his name and your grip on his cock loosening, so he quickly got you back under him and he began to move his hips fast and hard against your own, chasing his own relief.

You just laid there breathing heavily as you wrapped your arms around him to hold him while he took what he needed from you. It only took a few more thrusts before he groaned lowly into the crook of your neck and tainted the inside of his breeches with his spent.

You both lay there breathing heavily, he still with his face in the crook of your neck and you stroking his back with your gentle hands as if he needed rest now.

"We will repeat this."

And that you did.

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imissnanami · 2 months ago

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Sharing is Caring: CalebMC x Gideon DAA MDNI

Chapter 2 (7k words)

C/w: sex, p in v sex, blowjobs, f receiving head, male & female masturbation, men kissing, threesome

part 1 | part 3 (TBD)

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Gideon thought things were going well, all things considered.

And by going well, he meant horribly.

Nothing of that night had been acknowledged.

At. All.

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The morning after, when Gideon had woken up, the room was empty. Caleb’s bed was made and there was no trace of MC having ever been there. Sitting up, the blanket pooled in his lap and Gideon rubbed his hands down his face, blinking slowly.

Zoning out, his mind wanderers to last night and the way he watched Caleb fuck MC. Getting lost in his memories, he felt himself start to grow in his boxers. Looking down into his lap with half lidded eyes, he groans, brow furrowing. Flopping back on his bed with a huff, Gideon watched as the dust particles floated around him.

*click*

His attention was quickly drawn to the rattling of the door. Rolling on his side, to hide his half hard cock, he pulls the covers up too. In his post morning haze, he decides to lay still. Why? He himself did not know.

Caleb kicks the door open and shuffles in with an armful of grocery bags. In his own little world, he focuses on restocking the fridge and cupboards. Humming to himself, Caleb grabs an energy drink and starts walking towards their beds.

Gideon, shitting himself, closes his eyes.

Why the fuck am I pretending to be asleep? What the fuck, Gideon?? He thinks to himself.

Deciding he's being stupid, Gideon opens his eyes with a greeting on the tip of his tongue, only to be surprised by the sight of Caleb peeling his shirt off his broad back.

Feeling his mouth run dry and before he could stop himself, his eyes trace along the mass of muscle. They scan the line of Caleb’s spine before stopping at the little dimples right above his underwear line. Catching Caleb’s movement again, Giden screws his eyes shut as he hears Caleb approach his bed.

Gideon’s heart hammers in his chest. He holds his breath.

A beat passes

*thunk*

Another beat. And then another.

After a few more moments Gideon hears the bathroom door click shut and the shower start. Carefully he opens one eye, and then the other. The room was empty again. The only difference was the energy drink that now sat on his night table. Glancing down the room, he stared at the bathroom door. The sound of water rushing on the other side of the door filled the bedroom too.

Gideon threw his arm over his face as he collected his thoughts.

Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? He thought to himself.

Oh, just cause you saw your hot roommate fuck his also very hot girlfriend. Oh, and they were ok with you watching. His mind helpfully provided.

Well fuck.

Removing his arm from his face, Gideon wondered if anything was gonna change, not that he necessarily wanted it to. Well, he wasn't against anything happening, but he knew how obsessed Caleb was with MC, and everyone knew things were said in the heat of the moment. Yeah. He’d never want to get in between or make anything complicated for them. To be honest, Gideon thought that “invitation” was said in jest, mostly to defuse tension and not be an actual proper invitation.

Sighing again, he sits up in his bed. Swinging his legs off his bed he’s about to get up when he hears a sound. Freezing he realizes it's a newly familiar sound. Straining his ears, he waits to see if he hears it again.

Over the sound of the shower, Gideon can just make out the soft sound of Caleb's moans.

Fuck.

Another pause and there’s another moan, this time louder.

Though the fear of getting caught earlier killed his boner, it seemed that hearing Caleb get off in the shower was super effective at bringing it back. Staring down at his lap, his dick tenting both his boxers and the blanket, Gideon quickly accepted defeat and kicked the blanket off.

Seeing the wet spot where his tip pressed into the fabric only turned him on more. Biting his lip, he watched for a moment as his dick twitched in time with Caleb’s grunts coming from the bathroom.

Focusing in on the constant stream of groans and grunts coming from the bathroom, he pulls the waistband of his boxers over and under his hard length and balls. Biting his lip, he smooths his hand over his short trimmed pubes and down his length. His eyelids drooped as he wrapped his fingers around his thick length, giving himself a few steady strokes.

Feeding off Caleb’s sounds, Gideon quickly spat in his hand and brought it back down to his now flushed head. Making a tight channel with his hand, he used his other hand to line himself up. Pushing his tip in his tight wet hand felt incredible. Warmth pooled in his gut and his thigh twitched every time he twisted right under his mushroom tip. Stifling his own moan, he struggled to focus as he jerked his entire length. Closing his eyes, he zeroed in on the sounds coming from behind the door.

Gideon wondered how Caleb looked right now. He imagined hot water pouring down the chiseled frame that was the 6 foot 2 man. Dark brown, almost black hair dripping with water. Would he lean with one hand against the tiled wall, right bicep bulging as he tugged at his impressive length, head tilted forward and gaze unfocused. Or would he lean his back against the cool glass, forearm flexing with each upwards stroke. Head tilted back against as he moaned openly at the self delivered pleasure. Beads of water racing each other down the hard planes of muscle.

Caleb's moans grew louder and came quicker, back to back, alerting his oncoming end.

Brows furrowed and feeling his own high approaching, Gideon brought his hand up to his mouth, his large palm covering his mouth, in an effort to muffle his impending noises. Heat flared in his lower abdomen as his eyes lost focus again. His hips lifted off the bed as he masturbated himself, focusing on the tip of his cock. Precum was now freely leaking from his deep red tip. Feeling his balls tighten at the series of loud groans and curses that escaped the bathroom, Gideon was done. The whites of his eyes were the only visible part as he came. Spurt after spurt of thick cum splattered and decorated his bare chest. His teeth bit painfully deeper into his hand as he continued to milk his dick into overstimulation. Soft whimpers escaped as he finally stopped, leaving him panting on his bed.

As he finished catching his breath, the sound of the shower turning off, spurred him into action. With a grunt Gideon propped himself up on one elbow and reached for some kleenex. Quickly cleaning his cum off his chest, he threw the tissues out and covered himself with the blanket again.

Just in time for Caleb to emerge from the bathroom. Dropping his pile of clothes on his bed, Caleb messily towel dries his hair and drapes the damp towel around his neck. He shoots Gideon an easy smile before walking over and plopping down on the couch with his phone. Caleb flicks on the TV and skims the channels before landing on a basketball game.

Gideon lay there, still catching his breath and calming his beating heart. Reaching over he grabs the sports drink Caleb had left and cracks it open. He downs it in one go, gasping a little as he sets it down again.

“Thirsty?” Caleb's voice calls over? Whipping his head around, Gideon sees that Caleb is still engrossed in his phone. Offering a strained laugh and a half assed,

“Yeah,” was all that Gideon could come up with before he turned back.

Gideon’s eyes scan the room and land on Caleb's pile of dirty clothes. Frowning to himself, a sliver of bright red catches his attention.

Now, not that he looked, but Gideon knew that Caleb had black and grey underwear, they all did. And red was not a colour Caleb wore.

Squinting, his eyes suddenly went wide as he realized it wasn’t just fabric but lace. As in lace panties. MC’s lace panties. That Caleb had in the bathroom. While he was jerking off in the shower.

Looking down in his lap Gideon sighed.

Fuck. He was hard again.

~*~

Which brings us to now.

A few weeks had passed and there was still no talk about what had happened. Did Gideon fantasize and jerk off to the memories of said night?

Of course he did.

And did he have his first wet dream in years about being sandwiched in between the two?

Also yes.

But Caleb never brought it up and Gideon was too much of a coward to approach him. Water under the bridge as they say. Things were relatively back to normal and Gideon was finally relaxing back into their comfortable dynamic.

Walking back with his groceries, Gideon hums quietly to himself, mouthing the lyrics to the song playing over his headphones. As he makes his way up the stairs to his dorm room, the metal of his keys jingle, the small DAA charm clinking against the basketball one. Coming to a stop in front of their door, he picks out the room key and unlocks the door.

Gideon, completely oblivious to everything around him, makes his way into their shared room. Kicking off his shoes he walks to the coffee table and drops the bags. As he was about to put away the frozen food, he paused.

Feeling like something was out of place, he looked up.

And nearly choked on his spit.

Caleb sat sideways on his bed, back against the wall, naked. Nestled in between his long legs and caged between strong arms lay a very naked MC. Her arms were pinned behind her back and against Caleb's board chest. Her thighs were spread open, pussy glistening, as her legs seemingly fought to close against an invisible force. Caleb’s evol Gideon belatedly realized.

Though currently Gideon could only stare. Why was MC here? How did he not notice? Thinking back he did faintly remember the shoe pile by the door did look a bit fuller when he came in. But why was she here now? His mind buffered as he stared.

Finally breaking everyone out of their frozen state, came MC’s cry.

“Caleb!” she screeched, face burning. Wriggling her torso so she could free her arms and slap his leg. With a sigh, Caleb released his evol and let go of MC, who quickly lunged for a blanket to cover up.

Gideon stood frozen. MC, tilted her head as she looked at Gideon. Leaning back to Caleb, she asked,

“Is he ok?” Caleb chuckled before rubbing his hands up and down her arms, comforting the girl.

“Gid? You good bro?” He asked.

Snapping out of his haze, Gideon slapped a hand over his eyes and turned around.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, I should have knocked,”

Caleb laughed to himself as he stood up, grabbing a blanket and tying it around his waist. He walked towards Gideon who was still standing in the middle of the room.

“Hey, you couldn't have known” Slinging an arm around Gideon’s shoulders, Caleb looked to see his face. Well what he could see behind Gideon’s hand.

Looking at him more earnestly, he asked again,

“You sure you're ok?”

Gidon nodded jerkily and slowly brought his hand down. Caleb’s skin against his was warm and slightly tacky with sweat. Caleb’s arm and chest almost burned, his body heat radiated through Gideon’s thin tank. He felt his mouth go dry.

Fuck, I’m getting hard… Gideon thought.

His hand smoothing down his shirt, gripping the fabric and pulling it away from his body. A weak attempt at hiding his boner. His heart was beating out of his chest, and he felt hot all over. Gideon’s hands shook as he tried to think of something to say or do that would help the situation.

Well, he never was the best thinker.

Caleb, wearing a shit eating grin, bit his lip. His eyes flickered between the prominent bulge in Gideon’s basketball shorts and his flushed face, noticing how Gideon was doing everything in his power to avoid eye contact.

Glancing back at MC, who was sitting on the bed cutely, he raised a brow, as if asking her if it was okay to take things further. MC gave a shy smile before nodding. Caleb smirked and blew her a kiss.

Turning back to Gideon, Caleb leaned in a bit and asked,

“Wanna watch?” Gideon felt his heart fall to his ass. What?

Caleb laughed at the immediate flinch Gideon gave off. Releasing the shorter man's shoulders, Caleb walked back a few paces before turning to the bed. Keeping his eyes on her, he spoke;

“Lie down, Pip,” Caleb softly commanded.

MC, still sitting across the bed, smiled at him, eyes twinkling with warmth. Caleb’s form covers her’s for a moment, giving her forehead a kiss before he retreats and kneels at the side of the bed.

His large palms rubbed up MC’s thighs, before dragging her body to the edge of the bed, all the while keeping eye contact with her. Applying gentle pressure, he spread her legs and made room for himself, broad shoulders and all.

Gideon went to sit on the edge of his bed, lidded eyes focused on the way MC’s cunt twitched. He watched as Caleb’s mouth steadily approached her waiting core. His thumbs came up to bracket her outer lips, before gently pulling them apart. Her inner folds parted too from the pressure, slick pooling at her entrance. Gideon feels his mouth water more and swallows down the extra spit. Caleb then leans in, dragging the tip of his nose along the seam, nudging her lips apart even further as he goes. His lips trail after his nose, and once he reaches the top, he takes a long and deep inhale. His eyes flutter shut as he loses himself in her unique musky scent. Exhaling, he moans wantonly as his eyes lazily open, vision fuzzy as he leans in again.

Gideon watches with bated breath as Caleb begins to make out with MC’s pussy. Open mouth kiss after open mouth kiss are followed by steady licks of his rough tongue. Caleb works her open with practiced ease. Groaning he feels MC’s heels dig into his shoulders, and her saccharine pants turn more needy and impatient. Chuckling against her core, Caleb’s hands slide under her ass and in one swift movement, he pulls her hips closer and sinks his face deeper into her core.

Gideon bites his lip at the powerful display of strength Caleb had shown so casually. His dark brown eyes roam over the tight muscles of Caleb’s broad back, twitching in harmony to help bring MC to the peak of pleasure. His eyes dragged lower to his bare ass and the way his thighs were flexing as he tried to get closer to the bed.

With the help of the new angle, Caleb focused on teasing closer and closer to her clit with each lick. Each drag of his tongue just slid past, there was never direct contact but just enough to have her moaning his name.

“Ca-Leb~”

“Stop-haa, teasinggahhh~”

Finally pulling away, prompted by MC pushing at his forehead weakly, he grinned back at her heaving frame. The bottom half of Caleb’s face was covered in her slick cum. Gideon couldn't help the way his eyes were glued to Caleb's lips. As he spoke, the sheen from her cum acted like lip gloss and drew Gideon’s attention. Seeing the way it clung to his lips and created strings as he spoke made Gideon swallow audibly. His eyes kept darting between Caleb's mouth and MC’s glistening cunt, his mouth salivating and making him lick his lips.

He wondered what it tasted like.. Would it be sweet? Tangy? A mix of both?

This didn’t go unnoticed by Caleb. Smirking, he looked up at Gideon, who had unconsciously stood up for a better view. Pushing himself up, Caleb approached Gideon. Motioning with his head to MC. who was recovering on the bed, he asked,

“Wan' a taste?”

Gideon’s brain buffered before he found himself nodding along. Caleb's eyes scanned over Gideon as the shorter male eyed the MC. Just as Gidoen was starting to move towards the bed, Caleb's hand on his chest stopped him. Turning–confused, he looked at Caleb–who reached up and grabbed his jaw.

Gideon looked slightly taken aback but didn't move a muscle.

What. The. Fuckkk?

Gideon thought to himself as Caleb eyed him like that.

Gideon watched as the taller male tilted his jaw. Thick, long fingers gently yet firmly held him there. He was so close. Caleb smirked as Gideon’s eyes drifted down to his lips. Slowly Caleb pulled Gideon’s face closer and closer to his.

Gideon only seemed to notice this the moment their noses bumped together. Seeming to come back to his senses somewhat, he goes to pull back, but Caleb's hand keeps him there. Not letting him retreat. Their eyes flick up to one another's and Caleb gives his nose a small nudge.

“I thought you wanted a taste?” he whispers.

Caleb leans in again before stopping, his sticky lips brushing the tiniest bit against Gideon’s, leaving it up to the shorter man to close the gap.

Fuck it. Gideon thought.

He closes his eyes and leans in, lips pressing against Caleb’s.

The kiss started out simple enough, Gideon’s closed mouth touching Caleb’s slightly parted one.

That was, until Gideon realized he couldn’t get a taste, if his mouth was closed.

After a slight pause, he opened his mouth just enough for his tongue to quickly slip out and graze against the taller man’s slick-coated-lips. The second MC’s sweet taste invaded his mouth Gideon couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of pleasure. Opening his mouth wider, he licks against Caleb’s now smiling lips, desperate for a better taste. It was addicting and soon the thought of pulling away evaporated from his mind.

Lips easily sliding against one another, the two men kissed messily. One trying to devour the other, the other letting him. Gideon’s hand reached out, hand hovering over Caleb’s neck before moving up and holding his strong jaw. The slightly shorter man held Caleb in place as he licked into his mouth, tongue slipping past teeth searching for every ounce of MC’s sweet nectar.

Caleb let Gideon take the lead, but soon it was getting to hot. In between kisses, he snuck a glance at MC. The girl was watching the two men eagerly, legs squirming against one another as she palmed her breasts and rolled her nipples. Eyes lidded as her gaze was stuck on their messy passion.

Feeling a sudden need to prove himself and his masculine prowess, Caleb decided it was time to turn the tables.

Gideon let out a surprised moan as Caleb began to apply more pressure, every swipe of his tongue now being met with equal force. Caleb’s right hand made its way up the other man’s side and towards the back of his neck into his short hair.

Gideon’s hand now rested on Caleb’s thick, naked peck— and without a moment to waste— Caleb tugged strongly, pulling Gideon’s head back and forcing his mouth open.

What the fuck?

Gideon couldn't even waste time on feeling embarrassed at the pathetic mewel that escaped him following the prickling sensation on his scalp. He could only gasp air into his lungs as Caleb kissed and licked along his neck. As if he already knew, Caleb began sucking a hickey into the sensitive spot at the base of his neck.

Fuck I’m so hard right now… Gideon thought, too caught up in every small movement of the fabric straining over his hard length.

His eyes cracked open, the only things in his field of vision were Caleb’s messy dark hair and the white ceiling. In another moment Caleb was mouthing his way back up to Gideon’s lips, the other man met him eagerly.

The two men were panting as they continued to make out. That was until Caleb pulled back for a moment before giving his lips another quick peck.

Gideon now pulled back, eyes unfocused and looking slightly fucked out. His brain struggled to catch up, has Caleb said something? But unfortunately the best he could come up with was a dazed,

“Huh?”

Caleb chuckled as he nodded over to a squirming MC. Gideon's eyes drank up how the woman laying on his roommate's bed was touching herself. He gulped as he looked back to Caleb, slightly lost. It wasn't his fault all the blood was in his dick right now.

Caleb walked over to his bed,

“I said,” He leaned over and kissed MC slowly before pulling back,

“‘Did you want,’”

“‘...to have a taste,’”

��‘...straight from the source?’” He finished as he settled behind MC.

Gideon could only nod dumbly. He wasn’t gonna start looking this gift horse in the mouth now. Caleb turned his attention to MC, stroking her hair gently,

“Let’s make room for him, eh Pips?”

MC nodded shyly, crawling up the bed a little bit.

Caleb sat behind MC, this time it was his hands that held her thighs open.

Gideon took in the sight before him. His length throbbed in his boxers. Crossing the space between their beds, he pulled his tank off in a single motion. In those few steps, Gideon came to a stop before the two. His eyes traced from Caleb’s thick arms to her plush thighs. The way her breasts moved with every breath and how the lines of her body led to her waiting core. Taking a final step forwards, Gideon dropped to his knees before them.

MC moaned softly as he stared up at her. Gideon looked up expectantly at MC, waiting for her permission to touch her. Smiling softly, she gave a slight nod. Gideon smiles his charming smile before shuffling forwards. He tucks his knees under the bed and presses his chest to the edge of the mattress.

Dragging his gaze down, it rests on her wet folds, already slick from watching them devour one another. Under his intense gaze, MC squirms lightly. As her hips shift, her slick folds slide and part for his eyes. Her wetness collected at the bottom of her pussy and slowly rolled down between her cheeks.

Gideon feels himself throb once more.

Taking one last look at MC, Gideon dives in. Pressing a simple closed mouth peck to her wet folds, his eyes flutter shut. He feels her plush warmth through his lips and as he retreats, her slick creates silvery webs between the two of them. As Gideon pulled back to get a look at her pretty face, the thread of slick snaps, clinging to his mouth and chin. He looked up at MC’s face, her half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks stroked his pride immensely, but what really made him glow was the approving look Caleb wore.

Gideon couldn’t help but sigh dreamily, his cum-glossed mouth parting. Lazily he went to lick his lips. Moaning at the taste it was as if a seal was broken, Gideon dove back in with renewed fervor. His mouth met her core in an open mouthed kiss. His tongue immediately pressed flatly and dragged through her folds, before parting and repeating the action over and over. Gideon moaned as he made out passionately with MC’s pussy. Sucking at her lips and teasing up and along the sides but never directly on her clit. The continued river of slick steadily pouring from MC and his own saliva helped in the slide of his lips across her skin.

MC whined at the feeling of his swollen lips on her most sensitive part. The way Caleb’s best friend and roommate ate her out was so similar to Caleb himself, that she briefly wondered if they’ve spoken about it before. Before she could think any further on that, She felt Gideon shift under her and he dove back in with renewed fervor. Now adding tiny rhythmic licks to her clit, she felt her core clench around nothing. She whimpered pathetically as one hand dug into Caleb’s thich forearm, while the other went to tangle in Gideon’s short hair.

Eating out MC, was intensely hot to Gideon. He had never felt so turned on in his entire life, and the way he knew Caleb was watching his performance only spurred him on to do better, be better. Feeling her pretty nails rake against his scalp and the way her palm pushed him closer to her core was quickly unraveling any restraint he had.

Though it was not mentioned earlier, the two men had an understanding that he could please, but not touch MC. No, that was reserved for Caleb. Only. So Gideon settled for the next best thing.

Feeling his pulse now in his tight boxers he carefully reached down and pulls the elastic waistband, freeing himself. His hard length slapped up against his lower abs, splattering precum on his happy trail. Feeling relief at the release of pressure, Gideon let out a moan directly against MC’s sensitive clit, the vibrations causing the girl to writhe against Caleb.

He was trying to be subtle with it, jerking off while you ate out your best friend’s girl wasn’t the best look. But it seemed that the Deepspace Gods never did have his back. As his hand slid up and down his hot length quickly, a set of violet eyes caught the repeated motion.

But Gideon was unaware. MC’s head was thrown back on his shoulder as he squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure as Gideon buried his face in her cunt. His eyes were also shut, brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on what made MC twitch and moan breathlessly. Gideon moaned as he jerked his length, fast strokes stimulating him just in the way he liked. He couldn't help the needy whines that he let out against MC, his lips faltering as he got closer and closer to his release. His gut burned with hot want. It felt so good.

Caleb licked his lips as he watched his pretty roommate fall apart while eating his girl out. His own length was impossibly hard and leaking against MC’s back. His chest heaved in pathetic pants as he just watched. Seeing Gideon lose himself and resort to touching himself made Caleb dizzy. He wanted to antagonize the other man more. Make him fall apart.

Suddenly an idea popped into his head.

With a shaky hand, Caleb gently grabbed MC’s jaw and leaned down so his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of her ear.

Rasping out in a husky whisper, Caleb said;

“...Open your eyes, Pips…”

MC tossed her head to the side, weakly trying to get out of his grip, eyes still shut.

“Common Pips…be a good girl for me and open your pretty eyes”

MC paused in her squirming, her brain sluggishly processing his words.

“You're my good girl, yeah?...Can you do that for me? Pips?”

With all too much effort MC peeled open her eyes and squinted to see what Caleb wanted her to see. Blinking the tears away she saw Gideon eating her out. His short hair mussed from her constant tugging and pulling. But what really caught her attention was the way his broad back muscles flexed and shone with sweat. Specifically his right shoulder and how it jerked in a repeated motion. MC moaned openly at the sight, trying to prop herself up to see more.

At her louder moan and shifting hips, Gideon parted to look up. What he didn’t expect was to meet a set of purple eyes along with another set of hungry eyes. His cock twitches involuntarily at the extra attention and he squeezed it.

Fuck. Gideon thought. He didn't mean to get caught and not like this. It was just to take the edge off, he told himself. He let go of this throbbing length.

Glancing between the two Gideon bit his lip as he kneeled on the carpeted floor. He licked his lips, mouth parting as he scrambled to think of something to say, to excuse his behaviour.

MC wiggled her hips enticingly, catching and keeping eye contact with the man on the floor.

“Go on, continue.” Came Caleb’s voice from behind the girl.

Gideon’s eyes immediately locked onto purple ones. Nodding his head slightly he brought his mouth back to MC’s wet core. She sighed in pleasure as he pressed a kiss to her swollen clit. But before he could really get back into the rhythm, Caleb’s stern voice interrupted them again.

“Stop” MC let out a huff and was pouting when Gideon looked back up at the two.

Caleb’s face was unreadable. Gideon felt helpless as he scrambled to think of something to say that would fix this. He didn't want to stop. This was the single best sexual experience he’s been a part of, and he’s fucked it. How? He wasn't sure yet but he immediately went to apologize. Only to get cut off again.

“I said, to continue”

Gideon could only stare back dumbly.

“Stop teasing him, Caleb.” MC chided the bigger man, swatting his arm gently. Caleb chuckled in response, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“Okay, okay” Caleb said before turning back to Gideon.

“Touch yourself.” He said bluntly.

Gideon was still and silent for a completely different reason this time. He thought his brain had actually short circuited. No way was his hot roommate and best friend telling him to jerk off while eating out his far to pretty girlfriend who wasn't his girlfriend.

Pre leaked steadily from his tip as his brain tried to process this.

“Go on Gid, be a good boy and touch yourself for us.”

Fuck he was goon a bust. Gideon thought.

Letting out an exasperated sound he looks up pathetically at the two–who were propped up more to see him better–and shakily reached down to grasp his hot, wet cock.

The two on the bed watch as Gideon’s eyes flutter shut for a moment as he firmly strokes his thick length from base to tip. His large hand was wrapped around himself, fingers just touching. With each stroke, new beads of pre squeezed from his flushed head.

MC moaned at the sight and reached down to play with her cunt. Her fingers immediately dip into her hot core before coming up to spread her wetness around her clit and rubbing quick circles. From all the foreplay and eating that Gideon had done, she was all too sensitive. Her high was approaching faster than she’d anticipated.

Caleb indulged her for a moment as he watched Gideon watch MC. But all too soon he pulled her arms away, just before she reached her peak.

With a pitiful cry MC whines loudly

“Not fair! Meanie!” Caleb only laughed at her as he caught Gideon’s eye. With a shared nod, Gideon scooted forwards as he continued to work his length.

MC’s thighs were rubbing together, trying desperately for any kind of friction. Releasing his length, Gideon places his wet hands on her thighs and pries them apart. MC, getting the message, lets her legs fall open as Gideon dives in.

The both of them, having been on the edge for a while, were past the preamble and featherlight touches. Closing his hand into a tight fist, Gideon pushes his length into his warm hand, setting a frantic pace. Moans tumble out of his mouth as he licks and suckles on MC’s hard clit. The tip of his tongue repeatedly stroked from top to bottom, the small bundle of nerves slipping past the rough texture of his appendage. Each motion pulls a breathless whine from MC as she babbles mindlessly.

“Feels so good…Don't stop…Wanna cum so bad…”

Burning heat pools in Gideon’s gut and crawls up his spine as he focuses on keeping his pace steady. From above, he can hear Caleb whispering sweet nothings to her as she falls apart, getting closer and closer to cuming.

With the shred of energy he’s able to muster, Gideon looks up at the two. MC’s head is thrown back and her hair forms a messy halo around her head. A strong hand comes to brush her hair away from her face and sliding his eyes over, he sees Caleb smiling and talking MC through her pleasure.

Caleb feels another pair of eyes on him and turns to glance down their shared bodies to see Gideon's dark eyes peering up from devouring MC’s cunt. He watched as Geidon’s eyes blinked slowly and took in how flushed his roommate's face was. The way his shoulders stuttered in breath and how his right arm jerked unevenly was all Caleb needed to tell that Gideon was close.

Picking up his head so that the kneeling man could see his lips, he mouthed three words.

“Cum for me.”

Fuck.

That was it for Gideon. Caleb watched as Gideon’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. His heavy balls drew up close to his body as ropes of thick, creamy, cum spurted from his sensitive tip. His hand continued to jerk himself gently as he spilled over his knuckles over and over again. A deep moan sounds from his buried mouth that was still desperately trying to get MC off.

His steady rhythm and the vibrations from his pitiful sounds were thankfully enough to have MC’s thighs clamping down on the sides of his head. Ears already ringing from his intense orgasm, Gideon did his best to work MC through her high.

He was only pulling away when her moans turned to whines of pain and her weak hands were pushing at his forehead.

Leaning back on his heels Gideon looked a mess. His short hair stuck up in every direction. His lips were swollen and the bottom of his face was covered in her cum. He was flushed red from the tips of his ears all the way down his muscled chest. Thick pecs heaved as he tried to bring enough air into his spent body. Lower abs and happy trail were splattered with cum, along with his shorts and thick thighs. His half hard cock was resting on his right thigh, still shiny and glistening. His right arm twitches occasionally.

He looked utterly fucked out.

MC lay boneless in Caleb's arms. Also looking all too fucked out.

But Caleb wasn’t quite done. And he never let his girl only cum once.

With practiced ease and the use of his strong toned body, Caleb lifts MC up and shimmies down slightly. Parting her legs on either side of his hips, he glances down and lines himself up. He’s been so patient but fuck does he need her right now. His leaking tip was an angry red. He could feel his heartbeat in his dick. He was going insane with desire.

Caleb prods his tip against MC’s wet lips, she moans wantonly as her hips rut back against him. His blunt head easily slips past the fist ring of muscle and into her wet, sopping, heat. Caleb’s brows furrow as he bites his lip, sinking inch by glorious inch into her. MC breathes deeply as he fills her. Slowly. Steadily. Until he’s bottomed out. She squeezes her core around his thick girth, teasing him. Caleb can only muffle his groans of satisfaction by latching his mouth to the soft skin of her neck.

Gideon watched as Caleb’s hard length sunk into MC’s tight wet core, only to slide back out and thrust back in again. His cock, already spent, could only leak pre as he took in how Caleb fucked up into his girl.

Grabbing his discarded shirt, he cleans himself up as best as he can.

Gideon was entranced as Caleb man-handled MC’s pliant body. Her plush thighs thrown over his large muscled ones, slim hips pistoning up against her round ass. Gideons eyes were glued to the way MC’s fluttering pussy swallowed Caleb’s veiny shaft. Over and over again. At the top he could see her stiff clit peeking out from behind its hood, her short trimmed pubes were sticky from their combined fluids and his own spit. And below was Caleb's full and heavy balls swinging and clapping up with each powerful thrust.

His eyes feasted on how the two sweaty bodies writhed desperately against one another. Their sounds of pleasure became TV static as Gideon locked in on the foamy ring of her cum and his pre gathered at the base of Caleb’s cock.

I wonder what it tastes like… His hazy mind wondered.

Gideon slowly approaches and slots his face against their rocking pelvis’. Drawing his lips slicer, and with a quick flick of his tongue, he licks against the seam where they meet. Caleb swears while MC moans. But Gidoen is lost in bringing the mixture of fluids into his mouth and savouring the salty-sweet taste. Moaning as it overflows his taste buds, Gideon is quick to go back for seconds.

This time he latches higher to her stiff clit, sucking it into his warm mouth.

MC immediately whimpers, her core clenching and tightening around Caleb’s thick cock.

“Fucking hell Gid” Caleb gasped, feeling himself hurtle closer to his impending orgasm, pace quickening.

Feeling emboldened by their combined moans, Gideon pushed closer. Pressing open mouthed kisses to her clit and surrounding folds.

Moving back down Gideon paid special attention to where they met. As he licked and sucked at the sensitive flesh, he felt how MC’s outer lips twitched and fluttered with Caleb's continued assault. He also moaned at the way Caleb’s tight balls smacked against his chin with every thrust.

Despite feeling overwhelmed, Gideon could feel how Caleb’s strokes were getting more powerful and less consistent, and he knew that Caleb was close. He could see the shake of the other man’s arms as he held MC up.

Whether it was for selfish reasons or not, Gideon decided to help the two just a little more.

While keeping up his ministrations, he freed his right hand and brought it to press down firmly on MC’s lower stomach.

The effect was instant.

Caleb let out a dry gasp as MC wailed into the room.

One thrust. Two thrusts. And they were gone.

Caleb’s entire body went taught, muscles bulged, his abs clenched, and his balls tightened. Mouth hanging open in a silent cry, rope after rope of his thick creamy seed shot deep into MC’s womb. His cock kicked inside her with each spurt seemingly longer than the last. His eyes rolled as he struggled to keep them open, to watch MC fall apart so beautifully. But he was just a man. He mouthed lazily at her spit covered neck as she came.

Her body bowed in pleasure as her cunt throbbed and milked him endlessly. Each pulse of pleasure shooting through her spine was accompanied by the muscles of her inner walls strangling Caleb’s poor sensitive cock. She whimpered and whined into the heavy air of the room as Gideon massaged her abdomen and continued to lick her through her high.

With a half broken sob MC finally, using her foot, pushed Gideon away. Her entire body felt numb and it was like her head was full of cotton.

She barely noticed how Gideon shuffled back a bit and how Caleb slipped out.

Using his evol, Caleb plugged her as Gideon got up and passed him some tissues and water.

After cleaning her up and getting her to drink some water she fell back with a huff, pulling Caleb down so she was nestled into his side. Caleb took a few sips of water before passing the bottle to Gideon who finished it off.

Gideon capped the empty bottle awkwardly before setting it down on the floor beside him. Scooting up, he leaned against the side of the bed, starting to feel the toll of their activities.

He doesn't remember the last time he’d felt this content after sex.

Looking up at the couple on the bed, he watched as Caleb tugged MC into his arms. Caleb then drags them over to a cleaner patch of bed. Seeing Gideon sitting on the floor, his arms and head resting on the mattress, Caleb calls over,

“Gideon”

Gideon slowly turns his head to the voice and shoots him a lazy smile,

“Hmm?”

Caleb chuckles softly,

“Look at you, come here dummy”

Gideon rolled his eyes, huffing a laugh too, before approaching. Standing at the edge of the bed once again, he eyed MC, not quite sure how he fit into this tender afterglow. If he was wanted. His thoughts were derailed by her voice tiredly piping up

“Hug.” She said,

Gideon looked confused before she flapped her hand at him. He looked to Caleb for assistance, a clue, anything. Was this ok? But he only got a smile in return, a silent acceptance and allowing the events to unfold.

Gideon stepped closer until he was kneeled next to MC. The girl stared at him expectantly and said again;

“Hug.”

And without further notice, she tugged him down so she could cuddle him too. Gideon could only sputter as he was brought down by the impatient girl. Caleb’s loud laughter filled the room before quieting down. The three of them lay there together, sideways on the single bed, legs hanging off the edge.

And Gideon thought that maybe he fit in quite well, in this afterglow.

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flowerisevil · 11 months ago

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For I am yours.

Gwayne Hightower x Targaryen princess original character.

A/N: this was one of the request I received but I accidentally deleted i along with my previous works:( anyways I use an OC for this one sorry, I hope you'll like it.

Disclaimer: mention of past attempted SA, inform me if i miss anything also possible grammatical and typographical errors ahead. English is not my first language

Summary: he was sworn to her, he is hers in any way she requires him.

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Elaerys Targaryen, the epitome of grace and beauty in the Seven Kingdoms, many have said she had surpassed the qualification of the beauty of Targaryen woman, they said she was favored by the Sevens for having a such gorgeous features. And Elaerys was much aware of the attention and beauty she acquired, and her face is the exact reason why she have different guards every moon.

Her father, the King had to change her sworn protector every moon because of two reason, they had attempted to took advantage of her, or fell for her beauty. All of them broke their oath to the princess leading them to be exiled from the position and in King's Landing.

"It is none of your fault, Elaerys" her older sister comforted her, as she heard the news that her new sworn protector was caught glimpsing at her bathro door.

"Nyra, t-this is the exact reason why his grace would not allow me to go outside these walls, I want to go out, I want to visit the cities and people!" Elaerys complained, she envy her older sister Rhaenyra when their father allowed her to have her marital tour, Rhaenrya was abled to travel while her stayed in the Keep.

"next moon perhaps father will less strict to you after your name day" Rhaenyra cheered for her as she finished braiding Elaerys white hair.

"you look exactly like mother" her sister added smiling at the sight of her younger sister.

Elaerys bittersweet smile, she loved and hated it the same time, she loved being beautiful no doubt but its the very reason why she's also caged in here.

"Do you think If I get married I will be much more free?" Elaerys asked, her hand scratch the blade of her shoulders anxiously.

Rhaenyra sighed. "It depends but mostly no, when you became a wife you have duties to attend to Elaerys" Rhaenyra pitied her, she knows the exact feeling of being prisoned here in the castle.

Rhaenyra only hugged her to show comfort, she knows when the time has come the King will learn to let her fly on her own wings, after all she is a dragon nonetheless she is made of fire and blood too.

Her name day came, and the right time for marriage, the King prepared a grand celebration for her second born daughter, a ball and feast.

Elaerys sat on her seat beside her was her sister Rhaenyra almost drunk from all of the wine she drank tonight. The princess looked around setting her eyes on a familiar deep blue eyes, Ser Harwin Strong.

"You missed him don't you?" Rhaenyra whispered beside her, teasing her sister to its past lover.

Elaerys shrugged her, her sister wasn't wrong but she had decided to stay away from him. He was her almost, if only Ser Harwin is not bounded by too much honor, that he chose his duty than asking for her hand in marriage, but she could not blame him for not risking his position.

"Why don't you tell our father that you want him to marry? I am quite sure he will trust Ser Harwin on your protection, that man can dead someone who will dare to lay a finger on you" Rhaenyra jested as she loudly laughed.

It's not like she did not thought of that but other than his bounded to his duty, Elaerys felt Harwin did not want to do anything with her anymore, she would not want to tie him in a loveless marriage with her forever.

Her eyes searched for him again once again, she looked for him in the dancing crowd, maybe his out there dancing with some other highborn ladies.

"Done looking for that brawny man?" Her eyes promptly looked up to see their cousin Laenor, just like her sister he also knew the past business she and Ser Harwin once had.

Laenor sat on the other empty side chair beside her. "Happy name day cousin, welcome to the right age of marriage" Laenor and Rhaenyra both laughed, looks like their three years in marriage are already taking big impact on each other.

She both sign them to stop when they saw the King approaching beside him was his Hand and another red headed man.

The three youngster Targaryens stood up, bowing to the King before Viserys spoke. "My daughter happy name day, here may I present to you your new sworn protector"

A man stepped forward, wearing a green and silver tunic, his hair looks like an ginger auburn hair close up, pale skin, blue eyed and freckled man reveals himself.

"Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown" the King introduced.

Elaerys eyes darted to Otto, this is his son?

"Hightower? I did not assume Ser Otto has a knight i their family" Rhaenyra commented.

Otto simply smiled, sarcasm filled his face. "Gwayne is Alicent's older brother, my heir to Oldtown"

Laenor spoke first of the three of them. "An honor to meet you Ser Gwayne, I do hope you enjoy your stay here in King's Landing and you will keep an eye at my cousin, the princess she can be very hard to handle sometimes"

It made the group laughed, Gwayne smiled while nodding in acknowledgment, his gaze moved to the princess, Gwayne noticed the discreet look she gave him. He bow in respect but Elaerys only nod and offer him a small smile.

"Thank you your grace, I shall observe Ser Gwayne's skills" Elaerys uttered, it earned a laugh from her father.

As the celebration continued Gwayne stay near her, she thought he would start his duty by tomorrow but the knight stayed close to where she was.

Gwayne was relief and bizarre for the princess, commonly highborn ladies would love this kind of events but instead she sat there and watch the crowd, most specifically he noticed that she's eyeing someone in the crowd.

Gwayne examined her, all of the stories about her graceful beauty, he thought people was just exaggerating again about someone from the Targaryen dynasty but no, her white silver hair neatly dropped down, her lilac eyes, and flawless skin, her entire aspect screams elegance and royalty, she was indeed a princess.

Elaerys was feeling spiritless around this crowd, she wish to have a breath of the air outside, she stood from her seat and walked away from the banquet, she was thankful Laenor and Rhaenyra both left her for a moment so no one would stop her from leaving.

She knew her new sworn protector was following her, it was his duty what else did she expect?

She stopped infront of the empty balcony, she turned around seeing her knight near the open dood to guard it. Silence filled the balcony, Elaerys was quite familiar with that aspect but her knight on the other side seems bothered it.

"Don't you relish the grand celebration inside, princess?" Gwayne spoke, he wasn't use to a such silence.

"I seem to grow tired of it Ser"

"Then why don't you rest on your chamber?"

Elaerys frowned, turning her head to look at her knight, his voice was filled with sarcasm?

"Pardon?"

Gwayne seem to take notice about the change of expression of the princess, "I mean no offense, princess"

After that silence filled them again, until excuse herself to rest no one talked again.

Months had passed Gwayne surprisingly was able to keep his oath and duty, but he did admit it to himself that somehow he catched an attraction to the princess, with her kind and pleasing demeanor he tried his best but it was too late.

They had interacted and shared a lot of unexpected proximity many times, just like right now. Both of them under of one of the trees in Kingswood. Elaerys sneaked outside the King's Landing after hearing the news that the is planning to match him with Tyland Lannister, Gwayne spotted her sneak outside the castle and when he confronted her, the princess plead him and there they are.

"That man age is near his deathbed" Elaerys muttered, a bottle of ale on her right hand, she felt like her head was spinning.

"That is a very rude thing to say princess" Gwayne looked at him and continued "but I very much agree so"

Gwayne watched her reaction, when Elaerys laughed he did the same, relieved that he managed to let out a pretty laugh from her mouth. A few moments later the two shared a deep conversation.

"Ser Gwayne did you ever had a relationship with someone you shouldn't had?"

Gwayne rested his head on the pillar of the tree. "I never had a serious relationship my princess"

"you mean you only dealt with whores in brothels?"

"not only in brothels my princess" Gwayne fixed his armor before speaking again. "But those were before I was appointed as a knight, as I enter knighthood I have left all of those behind"

Elaerys smiled as she nodded. "I do not criticize your Ser for acting like a normal human"

"I do not think you're the type of judging someone without fully knowing them"

A smiles formed on the drunk face of the princess, she drank another sip from her ale, Gwayne did not want to stop her, he knows she had a rough day and he would not neglect her for having freedom for once.

"If you do not mind princess, have you fell for someone you should not have?"

She did. And looks like she was about to again.

Gwayne saw the glint in her eyes, he nodded. "i shall take that as a yes. If I may, who is this lucky Lord then?"

Gwayne can feel his heart beating fast, he was hoping for the answer that he wants. That his name would be the words that would trail off from her mouth.

"Ser Harwin Strong, he was my first lover.."

Gwayne let out a dramatic gasp. "You have a very surprising taste, princess"

Who knows that the man of honor, the one they call the hard Breakbones and the Lord Commander of City Watch fell for the princess beauty?

But who wouldn't? That's the very reason why the King appointed him to this position. His Grace had expected him to not have any romantic attachment to the princess.

Elaerys talked about Harwin for hours and it was making Gwayne's ear fuzz, the constant utter of the name Harwin from the princess pain his ears, maybe letting the princess finish those three bottles of ale was a bad idea, she was intoxicated.

"Ser Gwayne"

Her words caught his attention, finally a good name came out from her pretty lips. As he turned his face to her, he was stunned by their proximity, he hadn't realize that Elaerys already closed the gap between them.

"You shall have your very own oath to me" The princess declared. "I want you to make your own vow and swear it to me" He thought maybe its just one of the princess nonsense game driven by the alcohol but somehow in him felt to take it seriously.

His eyes pierced into her, he suddenly lost all his ability to look away, she was more than beautiful, its not just her hair and eyes, but what her face express and trying to tell that makes her beautiful. As she looked up to him their gaze met, both glued on each other.

"I Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown vow to you my Princess Elaerys Targaryen, that I will do my very best and offer my very last breath serving and protecting you, I shall serve no one but you, and you shall have me for anything you require, for I am yours"

It almost sounded like a marriage vow.

Elaerys beamed at him her hand reaching to cup his cheeks "You are a very beautiful man Ser Gwayne" were the last think she muttered before she drift off to sleep.

Is she always like this? Is this the reason why her past knights all head over heels to her? If yes then he himself is no different from those knights.

"No wonder those men was enchanted by this lovely princess" he exhales, guiding the princess to lay comfortably on the grounds, he cannot risk riding his horse with a wasted princess with him.

He took of his white cloak and placed it on the ground to serve as a sheet of the princess, after placing her to her handmaid bed he leaned and pressed his back on the tree.

He cannot end up like those knights, exiled from their position and in King's Landing. The King trusted him with his daughter and Seven hells the princess is younger than her sister Alicent.

"I am not even sure if she feels the same way" he chuckles.

***

After that night, Elaerys felt a wall that her knight build, he became distant and cold. And she knew the very exact reason why.

She hated that she yearned for him after that night, she hated that she have to pretend everyday that his distance from her did not bother her, she hated that he placed a barrier between them. A lot change after that night, she sometimes caught herself looking at him for too long, glimpsing at his lips, looking or searching for him when she would lose the sight of him.

"I want to go to Rhaenyra" Elaerys spoke while walking through the halls.

"As you wish princess, I shall accompa-"

"I would like to go alone, for the meantime you can have an hour off Ser Gwayne, you have nothing to worry I'll stay inside her chambers" Elaerys explained

He wanted to protest, to not let her take away the only opportunity he have to be close to her, the only chance he can see glance at her for as much as he can, but reading her eyes he sense that he should let her after all he is serving her and he should do whatever she commander him to do.

Elaerys started walking away from him, he can hear the fast click of her shoes showing her urgency.

Elaerys did not bother to knock on her sister's door as she opened it, she walked to Rhaenyra's bed and hugged her.

"What's the problem?" Rhaenyra spoke but the princess keep her head on her older sister's shoulder.

"Rhaenyra, what if I wish to marry someone?" Elaerys lifted her head, facing her sister's confused face.

"and? You make it sound that the man you want to marry is someone who you shouldn't" Rhaenyra replied.

Elaerys did not manage to answer, Rhaenyra had hit the right words. Rhaenyra sat straight concern filled her face.

"It's Ser Gwayne isn't it?"

Elaerys nodded her head dropping ashamed of what she put herself into.

Rhaenyra chuckles as she raised her sister's face. "You have nothing to be ashamed of Elaerys, Ser Gwayne is an honorable knight"

"exactly Rhaenyra he is a knight, my sworn protector, he took an oath, it is treason if we engage into any romantic relations"

"Elaerys sometimes you have to take a risk and know its outcome than not doing anything"

Rhaenyra talked to her like how an older sister would, she gave her advices and guidance of what she should do.

"The decision is on you sister, and whatever it is I will support you" was Rhaenyra's last words.

Is the decision truly on hers?

***

She have thought of her sister words, after all Elaerys is not sure if Gwayne even felt the same.

While walking in Godswood and Gwayne guarding her as usual, she was admiring the fall of leaves from the branches when someone called her from behind.

He knew exactly those deep gentle voice, she turned around and faced the man infront of her.

"Ser Harwin"

Harwin Strong bow to her, his large hand reaching for her as he pressed his lips on her knuckles. Gwayne's face on the other hand grimaced at the sigh, he was not liking the sigh he was having.

"I pass by outside and I saw you and thought I should pay you a visit" Harwin replied.

Elaerys smiled bitterly "How ironic that you only thought of that now" it came out as a whisper but Harwin clearly heard it.

"I will be away for a very long time darling" he tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear, before he softly cupped her cheeks.

Elaerys expected that she would melt as soon as he does that but she felt nothing instead her eyes looked for Gwayne, as soon as they locked their eyes Gwayne looked away like he saw nothing.

"I do not see any reason for you to inform me Ser Harwin, I have thought you do not want anything to do with-" she stopped her words when Harwin leaned his forehead to hers.

"my Elaerys, forgive me for what I have done, once I come back I promise I will ask for your hand in marriage and I will fight for it no matter-"

Harwin was pushed away from her, she looked at Gwayne who had separated the both of them.

"I expect you are well known on the ethics and policies of touching the princess Ser Harwin, it is treason" Gwayne informed, he stepped forward placing her behind him.

"I meant no harm to the princess, apologies for my insolence"

Gwayne wanted to curse him, he can resist him touching her hands but leaning his forehead to hers? Acting like their a married couple? Fuck that.

Elaerys tried to defend Harwin but Gwayne keep on talking about the boundary Harwin crossed.

"Ser Gwayne, do not worry he meant no harm"

Elaerys looked at Gwayne when he faced her, she can almost read his entire face, it was mixed of emotion, hurt, anxious, possessiveness and jealousy? He was looking intently at her, like he wants to say something.

Gwayne felt his heart sank everytime Elaerys would defend this man, he looked at her with defeat and resignation.

"Ser Harwin you are dismissed" Elaerys command.

"But Elaerys-"

"May the Sevens bless you for your long journey"

Was what Elaerys only answer before she left the Godswood, Harwin gaze dropped on Elaerys fingers that swiftly pulled her knight's hand, dragging him inside the castle.

Gwayne was too clouded too realize that Elaerys was holding his hands, he tried to pull away only for the princess to tighten her grip. Soon they stopped in an empty hallway, Elaerys dropped her grasp to him.

"Ser Gwayne, what is it up with you? You don't to be yourself lately?"

"Princess you have nothing to worry about"

"What was that earlier? You dare to threaten Ser Harwin Strong?"

"He touched you princess, he was too close to you it was improper" Gwayne stood straight, defending his argument.

"Are you jealous of him?" Elaerys blurted out, it was an embarrassing question to ask.

Elaerys can see him frown, she looked away after a few minutes of no answer. "I am sorry Ser Gwayne for that I did not mean to-"

"It was more than jealousy that I felt earlier princess"

Elaerys looked at him, his head was facing down, completely avoiding her eyes.

"I had become one of the knight that broke their oath to you" he added "so when I saw you with Ser Harwin earlier with his forehead resting to yours I was...furious, I wanted to break his face and make sure he would not be able to do that to you again." her sworn protector confessed.

Gwayne sighs before he let out a plain chuckle "How can I ever resist someone like you? I cannot blame those men even Ser Harwin for falling to a such beauty" he added, his words delivered compliments but its voice was filled with hurt.

Gwayne bowed before he excused himself, Elaerys was left there frozen, not a single word even left her lips, she was too stunned to his confession.

Gwayne was no where to be seen the rest of the day after their encounter, Elaerys searched for him, she even asked the servants and other kingsguard but they all said that they did not saw him.

Elaerys has to express herself to him too, he has to know what she felt for him.

Elaerys gave up and was taking rest on her chamber when there was a knock on her doors, she let them in and it revealed Rhaenyra.

"Father....he summons you in the throne room" Rhaenyra informed a comforting smile carved on her lips.

"For what?" She asked but Rhaenyra only shrugged, with a complaining groan, Elaerys stood up before walking with her sister through their way inside the throne room.

As the door opened, the two princess walked infront of the king as they bowed.

"Ah my daughter Elaerys I would like you to meet Lord Cregan Stark, from the North son and heir of Lord Stark" Viserys introduced, the man Cregan walked up to her and bow.

"An honor to meet you princess" he politely greeted.

He looked like a chivalrous man, well men from the North tends to be more honorable than men from here.

"Lord Cregan is here to begin his courtship to you" Elaerys eyes widened at her father's last words.

"Since you have not found someone you wish to marry than I already find one for yours, Lord Cregan is your betrothed from now on" the King commanded.

The princess fisted her hands, "I do not wish to marry him your grace"

"you will not disobey your king, Elaerys"

Elaerys stepped back away from Cregan and face the King.

"Forgive me your grace but I do not plan marrying Lord Cregan and be sent to the North after?"

Viserys looked at Rhaenyra signing her to stop and convince her sister but Rhaenyra looked away like she saw nothing.

"Elaerys, Ser Cregan will protect you"

"By how? Isolating me in a cold place? Father I am a dragon why would you put a fire in a place like North?"

Viserys stood up, even his Hand try his best to calm him down Viserys refused. Elaerys breathed out composing the right words to deliver her message.

"Father...I have someone in my mind that I wish to marry, forgive me" Elaerys said before walking out of the room, she felt suffocated.

Viserys on the other hand was left with frustration, he have thought he would not have a hard time finding a match for his daughter.

"The princess is probably exhausted your grace, her young mind is new to the reality of betrothal and marriage" Rhaenyra defense.

"She said she wish to marry someone, do you know who is this man?"

The people inside the room waited for her answer, she can feel cold sweats forming on her forehead, the King's Hand spoke.

"News had spread in the previous months ago your grace said that the princess Elaerys was caught visiting the quarter of the City Watch and she is often caught in the presence of the Lord Commander of City Watch" Otto announced.

"Saying such gossip and stories about my sister is treason my Lord Hand" Rhaenyra pointed out.

Otto face formed in a small sly smile. "I am only informing the King of what people inside the Keep see, some said the Lord Commander was saw leaving the princess chamber in the middle of the night-"

"Are you questioning my daughter's virtue Otto?"

The Hand stopped his sentence, shock and defeat spread on his face. "I mean no offense you grace"

"Rhaenyra I need to know who is this man?" Viserys turned his attention back to his eldest.

When Rhaenyra did not answered he spoke again. "I command you Rhaenyra, is it true that Harwin had defile your sister?"

"Sevens! No Father!"

"Then what is the truth-"

"She intends to marry Ser Gwayne!"

A loud silence occupied them, Viserys mouth half opened, the shock om Otto's face was a pure sight.

"Elaerys came to me one night, she was scared when she confessed to me that she wanted to marry Gwayne, she said she was afraid of how you will react and what you will do to them" Rhaenyra added more, her head remained high directly looking to the King.

"Gwayne Hightower he poisoned your sister's mind, he seduced her!" Viserys turned to Otto, grabbing the collar of his clothes. "Your son dare to disrespect me by breaking his vow is this the reason why he resigned and decided to go back in Oldtown?"

Otto wanted to unalive him right there, "Your grace I know nothing about this"

Rhaenyra frowned, Ser Gwayne resigned to his position?

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Elaerys was running through the halls looking for any signs of him but she failed, she visited the quarters of Kingsguard but he was no where to be seen. When she lost her hope, she saw her sister Rhaenyra walking fast towards her.

"Elaerys, Ser Gwayne he is on his horse going back to Oldtown, he resigned to his position" she informed.

"How did you know?" Elaerys looked at her sister the smiled cheekily.

"I tell you later, for now go and find Ser Gwayne and bring him back here." Rhaenyra said before turning back against her.

Elaerys wasted no time as she mounted her dragon Silverwing, as she settle on its back they immediately flee on the sky.

Silverwing was a quick dragon, looking down the ground she searched for any sign of him, she see a few men in horseback with their Hightower sigil, she lead Silverwing towards them.

Gwayne was occupied ever since they left in King's Landing, the King was curios and uneasy when he humbly resigned his position, he had to come up with several reasons. The King even mentioned how he did well on his job.

If he only knew.

He did not want to leave King's Landing, he did not want to leave her, but resigning and leaving his position is the only proper way he could ask for her hand.

His head turned when he heard a voice calling him from behind, he stopped his horse as he saw the princess dismounting her dragon.

"Ser Gwayne" she called her out, Gwayne dismounted himself from his horse as soon as she approached him.

"Princess, what made you come here?" He said bowing his head.

Elaerys raised an eyebrow, crossing her arm as she spoke. "Where are you going?"

His head remained face on the ground, a small smile forming on his lips. "Back to Oldtown princess, the King approved my resignation"

"You are sworn to me Gwayne" Elaerys uttered, she pushed back her hair as she continue "You took a personal vow to me, and now you leaving without even informing me?"

"I see the princess wasn't too intoxicated to remember that" he smirked, he stepped closer to her facing her intense gaze. "Tell me princess, do you wish for me to stay?"

This may be greedy or selfish of him, but he wants to hear her admit it, he wants to hear her say that she wish for him to stay, to stay and be close with each other.

"Gwayne do not leave me" Elaerys was able to utter those words earning a small smile from Gwayne.

"I will come back princess, I have to leave my position in order to properly ask for your hand" he explained, as he tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

He lay his forehead against hers, while he reached for her hand and pressed a kiss on her knuckles before guiding it to wrap around his neck. For a moment peace surrounded them, feeling the warmth of breathe of each other, their skins touching.

"This is how I always dreamed about you princess, leaning on each other, with your face close to me, hands intertwined" he described, his eyes dropping to her lips. He can feel the princess' pulling him closer, her lips claimed his.

Gwayne can feel his heart melt, his hands moved to cup her cheeks, this is all he could ask for.

Elaerys massage the back of his head as they kiss, her heart won't stop beating fast, when they pulled away both catching breathe. Elaerys was flustered after the kiss, she looked away from him her hand remained to where it is.

"Do not ever leave no matter in what circumstances Gwayne"

Gwayne held her chin, making her face him. "I truly haven't forgot my vow, princess" he chuckles.

Gwayne took her hand, as he kneel infront of her. "I am sworn to you Elaerys Targaryen, I will give my very last breath to no one but you, I shall offer my heart and soul to no one else but you..."

Gwayne looked up to her while he rose from his knee and place a kiss on the back of her hand.

"For I am yours princess."

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pia-nor481 · 1 year ago

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Dating Advice

Lando Norris x Reader x Daniel Ricciardo 18+

Lando is in desperate need of advice in securing a date. He does so, just not in the way he expected

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"Don't laugh at me. It's not funny." Lando groaned, pouring himself another drink. "It is a little bit. You're a rich formula one driver who many women think is attractive and you can't get a second date. Are you sure it's not your personality." Daniel jested, arms behind his head as he leant back on the bed. "I'm being serious, asking for dating advice and all I get back is you laughing in my face. Is that not a turn off for your girlfriend?" Lando pouted, bringing the glass to his lips. "Hey don't start on me. You don't know how long it look me to actually get a girlfriend; who, may I add, wasn't easy to win over." Daniel said, reaching for his beer on the night stand. "Oh really, like you had to work for it. Rich formula one driver." Lando was a little bitter, he hadn't been laid in months, and it wasn't from a lack of trying.

"Tell me what you're actually doing, maybe we can find the problem." Lando was convinced that he was meeting the wrong kind of woman. "Well, you know, usually I'd pick her up from her place, bring flowers...Don't act surprised I'm not evil. Go out to dinner, of course I pay, again I'm not evil, plus this is Monaco so it's kind of required of me...Then you know..." Lando trailed off, reaching for his drink, desperately trying to ease his nerves. "Are you kidding me. You really are a dog." Daniel laughed, almost choking on his beer. "I am not. You're acting like you weren't when you first started racing." The brit finally sat down sighing. "Not really, I didn't have much game back then. Plus, if that's how you're ending the night, why are you acting like you've not gotten any in months?" Lando just looked down at his glass, not acknowledging Daniel's presence in the slightest. "Oh my, you've slept with them all. Every eligible woman in Monaco you've already had sex with. What are you? Some streetwalker?" Lando's face contorted as he heard the Australian's voice, it didn't matter how the sentence was worded, it always sounded horrific. "Maybe. Look it's not that bad. I asked for advice didn't I? We've been friends for years. So...Help me, please." His voice almost whined in desperation. "It doesn't matter what advice I give you. There's no one left to exercise it on." Daniel laughed, getting up to grab another drink.

"Please don't ask me if I know any good doctors." Daniel muttered, looking to the side at Lando. "I don't have an STD. I'm a slut not an idiot." Lando crossed his arms as he spoke. "Good."

"Anyway, we know what you've done wrong. She is automatically assuming that she's just a hook up. You've created that idea. " Daniel stated with his hands back behind his head. "One good thing you're doing right is the flowers, the rest must come from what you say." Lando was slightly hurt, but he had to admit it now that his friend pointed it out, that he was the problem. "To be honest I don't really remember what I said." Lando muttered into his glass. "Enough to get her into bed clearly...Sorry that was a low blow." The Australian was quick to sip on the alcohol before beginning to speak again. "So one of the best things you can do is really get her talking, mostly about herself. But put in a few double questions if you will; a question specific enough that it gets a slightly personal or unique response but also generic enough that she can ask about you. But first you have to complement her, 'You look gorgeous tonight', 'Those earrings are really pretty', one thing I will say about jewellery, don't ask where it's from or where she got it in case it's a family thing and you know talking about dead relatives ain't great chat. Anyway make sure it's specific, if she's wearing a gold necklace make sure you mention it's gold, it shows that you're actually paying attention to her." Lando payed attention to every word that left Daniel's mouth, taking mental notes diligently.

"Then move onto DHA. Her dreams, hopes and aspirations. Trust me... panty peeler." Daniel stated like it was the simplest thing in the world. Lando shook his head slowly, trying to fathom how that would work in securing him a second date. "Seriously? What happened to not having game?" Lando said, astounded at Daniel's advice. "Hey, I have a girlfriend don't I? Plus it took six dates to even get her to my place so, I think I did pretty well." He spoke hand on his heart, clearly offended. "So, was it a panty peeler?" The brit rushed out, quickly downing the rest of his drink. Daniel rolled his eyes before speaking again. "Obviously, but definitely later than six dates. She wasn't easy." He was smiling just thinking about her. "Alright, don't rub it in."

"You know what?" Daniel started, almost jumping up from the bed. "You need to test your newfound knowledge." He slurred, stumbling slightly as he got up. They had been talking at Daniel's flat for hours, mostly about the recent Bills game and the next quadrant video, so talking for hours lead to plenty of alcohol. "What are you on about?" Lando wasn't particularly sober either, but that didn't stop his curiosity. "You need a fake date, where I can help guide you a bit." Lando's eyes widened hearing Daniel's proposal. "I'm not going out with you and you're girlfriend." Lando stated, shaking his head, he didn't drink as much as Daniel, he never did, but even he could tell that Daniel was in no state of mind for this conversation. "Nah man. We do it here. You can practice, get it right with some help, and maybe you can travel to Nice and find a lady there." It was clear Daniel was getting too excited about the thought. "I need to get home. We'll talk about this later."

When she came home from work the following morning she was surprised to find Daniel laying askew on the sofa. She made quick work in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and looking for some pain killers. "Danny." She whispered, shaking him slightly. "Danny, wake up." He slowly began to stir, meeting her eyes with a smile. "Morning, Darling." He almost groaned, taking the water but not the pills. Exhaustion painted her face as she sat beside him, curious about the night he had.

"So, did you and Lando do anything interesting?" She spoke softly, mindful of the state Daniel is in. He bought his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into him before speaking. "Mostly stuff you've already heard from me or I know you don't really care for." She got up once again, not worried for her boyfriend anymore, and ventured back to the kitchen, desperate for a warm drink in what now was the morning. "But?" She asked as she opened the cupboards. "I found out he's slept with every single lady in Monaco, and possibly Nice, but he didn't say anything about the French." Daniel said as he got up, following her into the kitchen. "No." Her disbelief was apparent in her tone, even as Daniel slid his arms around her waist and mumbled a quiet 'I know' into her neck. Her cheeks warmed at the feeling. "So you spent hours talking to Lando about his love life?" She wanted to distract herself from the feeling of him against her, thinking about anything that would keep her thoughts away from the fact his cock was pushed against her ass. "Maybe a little bit of you...Anyway Lando was asking for a little bit of help with actually dating women." Daniel stole the mug out of her hand and took a sip, burning his tongue slightly. "Serves you right." She laughed, turning around in his grasp. "So what did you say?" She was curious, they spoke about past relationships before, Daniel mostly about his lack of them, so she was slightly shocked that Lando would go to her boyfriend for advice. In his younger days he was very focused on racing, to a point that he had no time for relationships, so at the time he was supposed to be learning the best way to woo a woman, his mind was filled with a steering wheel and how to use DRS. "Exactly what I did to win you over." His hands met her cheeks, pulling her in for a sweet kiss.

"How kind of you. Considering he has already been with every woman in Monaco, is he going to be traveling to find himself a girlfriend?" Upon hearing her statement Daniel become slightly nervous, perhaps asking his partner to go on a fake date with one of his best friends was not the best idea. "Well I may have made a suggestion." His hand left her waist and found the back of his neck rather quickly as his eyes shifted from her face. "I think Lando should practice before he travels to Italy to find a girlfriend." He said in a slightly higher tone. "Let me guess, you're brilliant idea was for me to be the date?" She pondered out loud. At this point she was really considering it, it didn't really have any impact in their relationship. So realistically what could go wrong? "Has Lando already agreed?" She asked with a small smile, easing Daniel's nerves slightly. "Not yet, I was pretty drunk when I suggested it, to be fair so was he, so maybe he doesn't even remember. We will see. The worst that can happen is he says no." A small shred of excitement ran through her. "Call him later, you know how long it takes him to get up after he's been drinking."

She went to bed both peaceful and enthused. She was hopeful that Lando says yes, and this quickly led to a spiral of questions: Where would they be? What would she wear? What was he going to ask her? How would she answer? It almost concerned her, she probably shouldn't be feeling so excited to go on a date, even if it was a pretend one, with her boyfriend's friend.

Daniel grabbed his phone almost immediately after she fell asleep. Lando struggled to pick up his phone while still laying in bed. Lando was smaller than Daniel so alcohol always hit him faster and for longer. "What do you want?" Lando groaned into the phone, eyes still closed. "That's no way to speak to the friend that secured you a practice date." Daniel huffed down the line, playfulness practically bubbling out of him. "Are you being serious? You actually remembered asking me to go on a date with your girlfriend, and have somehow convinced her?" Lando was both shocked and amused. He sat up slightly, running his hand through his curly hair. "I didn't actually do any convincing, if I'm honest she figured it out." The brit's jaw fell open slightly, not only did he not expect Daniel to remember, he especially didn't expect his girlfriend to agree. "When?" He we was unsure as to what made him ask, but if it was going to help him then it was a good idea. "Tomorrow night, around eight." Daniel spoke softly, not wanting to cause his friend anymore stress in an already immensely stressful situation. "Alright." He hung up and threw his phone back on the bed as he stood up. At this point in time he was mostly nervous and a little bit confused. There was a lot he needed to do before going to their house. Most of it being mental preparation.

She awoke a few hours later with Daniel by her side. "Morning Love." He whispered as soft as possible. He said morning although it was a few minutes until it could be called afternoon. She moved in silence so her head was resting on her chest, leg over his. "What did he say?" She mumbled, interlocking their hands. "Yes." Her eyes widened, realising that she actually had to go on a date with Lando Norris. "It's tomorrow evening, here of course. I'll be you're chef and waiter." He giggled, squeezing her hand in his. "Okay." She whispered into his chest. "Can I ask you something...It's unrelated but still important?" He questioned, avoiding her eyes once again. She hummed, looking up at him. "It's about what we talked about before." His nerves where sky high, they shouldn't have been considering it was his suggestion. "What's her name?" Daniel was extremely lucky that his girlfriend was okay with almost anything, well actually she was more willing to try almost everything. "First of all, never said it was a woman, second I've not found anyone. I was wondering if you have, or if you were maybe changing your mind." Daniel was sweet in more ways than one, he always asked, even if he think he knew the answer. "I haven't and no I've not. We talked about this months ago, have you changed your mind?" He shook his head, it was hard to find someone you trusted to have a threesome with. "What brought this about then? This is about Lando. Do you want to ask him?" Daniel would have asked Max if he wasn't in a committed relationship. But to think, he wanted to have a threesome with his former team mate. It sounded weird when he put it like that. "Maybe. I've only really thought about it for all of ten minutes, and to be fair, I have seen his nudes in his camera roll before. But hey that's a conversation for another time." His small rant sent a wave of curiosity through her. Would Lando be the right fit for them. "Lets take some baby steps. He asked for some dating advice, not to fuck us. We'll see how that goes, then we can see if he's willing." She stated, a rather wide smile painting her face.

The following day Lando began to panic slightly as he slipped his arms through his shirt, and made work on the buttons. He felt as though it would be really awkward and that worried him. Would this sour his relationship with Daniel slightly? Lando didn't think he could cope with that. His hands shook slightly as he got out of his car, flowers in a lose grip. He knocked on the door a few times before she finally answered. "Hello Lando." He wanted to lightly kiss her cheek, as he usually would but hesitated, he needed to remember this is Daniel's girlfriend, not a random date. "Go for it, nothing is off limits. We need to see what you're doing." Daniel stated matter of factly. The word 'Nothing' worried Lando further, because what did nothing really mean? Lando pulled her in for a short hug as he kissed her cheek softly. He handed her the bouquet with a sweet smile. "Thank you, they are lovely." She almost whispered walking through the flat towards the kitchen, reaching for the vase. "How are you?" He asked, voice low. Lando never considered himself shy, but tonight he was struggling. "I've been good, looking forward to this evening with you." Lando thought her acting was all to convincing, no one's girlfriend should seem this enthusiastic about going on a date with their boyfriend's friend. "And how are you?" She was quick to question as she turned to face him. "Well, I've been looking forward to seeing you too." He stated sweetly. Soon the silence was interrupted by Daniel making an almost 'wrong buzzer sound'. "You can't just repeat what she just said, It looks like you're not really bothered. Try again." He turned back around, stirring the sauce for the pasta. Lando sighed before speaking again. "Really good actually. I've been excited to see you." He turned to the side, looking at Daniel for conformation, who just nodded slightly.

Lando linked their hands as he guided her to the table. Daniel came over and poured the wine and gave the brit a slight nod. "Start with step one." Lando's chest was rising and falling rather quickly, he had never been so anxious sat across the table from a lady before. "You're earrings are really pretty, I like that the stones match you're dress." He stated as a light blush painted his cheeks. Daniel helped her get ready, from choosing the dress to helping her put it on. He wanted her to be as she would if they were on a date, which included a gorgeous dress, pretty earrings and a lovely pair of heels. He loved getting ready with her, especially when she would button up his shirt for him. "That's good, you're being specific enough that she feels noticed." Daniel could read her like a book, he could tell that she was becoming flustered already. He complemented, no practically worshiped her, all the time, yet she couldn't help her reaction to hearing it from Lando. "Oh, Um...Thank you." She was shocked in her own reaction and reached for her drink, taking a rather large sip.

"So tell me, what have you been doing these past few days?" She questioned, leaning forward. Lando began to panic, he knows exactly what he did for the whole of the week, yet he just couldn't answer; he wasn't prepared to be asked a question so soon. He licked his lips before he began speaking. "I've spent some time with my sisters and my friend Danny. I think keeping up with family and friends is really important, so I try to do it as much as possible." Lando said with a small smile, looking back at her. "So what about you? Surely a pretty Lady like yourself must have had other dates." He asked, nerves rising once again as he brought his wine closer, almost cuddling the drink. "You have to be careful with that, depending on who she is, she might take that in a really bad way. Rephrase the sentence so you're not painting her as some kind of slut."

Lando necked the glass for a small amount of extra confidence. "So what about you? A pretty Lady like yourself must be busy." He looked up to her again, a small smile on her face. He let her talk for a while, repeating the last few words of some sentence in an almost questioning tone, showing her that he was engaged. Daniel came over again, placing the bowls of pasta in front of them. "DHA." Was all he said as he looked at Lando, who's blush deepened at the thought. She was quickly confused by the acronym. This must have been 'How Daniel secured her'. "What do you plan to do in the future?" Lando was becoming slightly less nervous by the minute, until Daniel repeated the dreaded sound. "That's not specific enough. Show her that you're paying attention." The Australian stated, pulling himself on the counter. Lando was beginning to get frustrated. "What do you plan to do in the next three years?" Lando's tone was slightly sweeter, he waited until she said something small that could be expanded on. Daniel continued to eat the remaining pasta out of the pot as he listened to his girlfriend talk about her dreams, her answers have of course changed, but he felt almost a little hurt that he didn't know most of her answers. "Oh wow." Lando was genuinely surprised with what she wanted to achieve, it made him excited to see her again. Quickly he realised how wrong that was. He shouldn't find her as attractive as he does. Is he a terrible person?

"That's all you've got to say? It's a good thing you're good in bed." She giggled out as Daniel choked on the pasta. "That was a bit mean Darling." Lando's blush deepened to a red. Was he supposed to become flustered when his friend spoke that was? Probably not. He shouldn't be reacting this way, he knows that, yet he can't help but feel slightly aroused. "Oh come on. He must be." She turned back to him with a sly smirk. Lando was confused, he knew if he told Daniel something then it was likely that she would be told too, and he didn't have a problem with it. But now he was surprised, he'd never heard her say such a thing. Lando felt as though he needed to match her, "Well I've not had any complaints." Her eyebrow furrowed before she lifted up her glass, finishing the rest of the drink. "Is that so?" Daniel mirrored her smile.

"Well it's hard to not be good at something you been doing for years, It's pretty easy to adapt woman to woman." Lando stated as his head tilted to the side. "Hold on. Hold on. You do the same thing...Every time?" Daniel jumped down from the counter in shock , while she was slightly taken aback and disappointed; Surely that couldn't have been fun, then again it was with different woman who would have all reacted differently, so maybe it wasn't as boring as it seemed. "You've got to spill, especially if none of their friends have said not to go out with you." The Australian practically begged. He pulling her out of the seat as Lando began to speak again. "You don't need those details." She was pulled into Daniel's lap during Lando's embarrassment. "Oh come on, please. It will help. You know what? Maybe it's not what you're saying, maybe it's the reputation you've created. They expect you to take em home and fuck em good." Daniel was a little tipsy again and Lando wasn't too far behind. "That's not gonna help me secure a date that is willing to come back." This so called 'date' quickly became an interrogation of friends. "Oh come on, we're curious, if every woman in Monaco wants to sleep with you, you must be good." She smiled, stealing her drink back from Daniel, who's arms were tight around her waist. "Well, I guess so, but it's not as fun as you think. Always being Dominant, always doing the work. It gets, pretty boring."

They could finally see why he was so desperate, and although Daniel would disagree that always being dominant was boring, he could still sympathise. In a relationship there is more trust and willingness to experiment with one's partner, always keeping things interesting. Yet with dates accompanied with sex, that would be almost impossible to do.

"Okay then, why don't you be good and listen to what I have to say?" She whispered out in a rather seductive tone, leaving Daniel in the seat as she made way to the brit on the other side of the table. She pushed her knee between his legs as she began to speak, "Will you be good for me Lando?" Blood rushed to his cock as he finally made sense of the words that left her mouth. He shouldn't be as turned on as he was, he didn't know if he was even allowed to be. "Well Lando, are you?" Daniel repeated. How long had Lando been thinking? How long had he been focused on the feeling of his hard cock? Too long if it meant his friend gave him permission. "I promise, I'll be good." He almost whimpered , avoiding her eyes. She was quick to straddle him, grabbing his neck as she did so. "Yeah? Are you going to do everything I ask?" She whispered before lowering her lips towards his neck. "Yes, anything." Lando said followed by a low moan. Daniel was surprised to see this part of her. The Australian was quick to get involved. His fingers threaded through Lando's hair as he appeared behind him. "Good." Daniel said, voice dropping an octave.

She pulled Lando out of the chair and towards the bedroom, Daniel quick to follow. "Strip." Was all she said when the brit reached the bed, and as he said he would, Lando listened. He made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, although struggling to begin with. As he reached the final button he looked up, eyes met with the sight of them kissing; Daniel's hands roamed over her slowly, first groping her ass shamelessly, before working his way up her spine, dancing over every vertebrae. Her hands rested on his jaw, almost as if she was pulling him in as close as possible. Lando was getting harder by the second, to the point it was almost painful. "Lando...Come take the dress off her." Daniel spoke in an almost condescending tone, and he knows it should not be as attractive as it is. Lando almost rushed over, pulling her hair out of the way before slowly sliding the zip down. She let the dress fall as she turned, looking at the desperate man before her. "I thought you said you were going to do everything I said. It seems you've decided to go back on your word already." She said shaking her head. Lando was confused for a moment, until he looked down, he only managed to take his shirt off, not the trousers. "So how are you going to punish him Darling?" Daniel asked, hands now resting on her hips, he pulled her back slightly, so her ass was resting against his hardening cock. "I think, since it was his first mistake, we go easy." She started, looking back at her boyfriend. Lando was slightly relieved until he heard her voice once more, "You don't get to cum. Not until you've made me and Daniel cum with your mouth. It's only fair since you can't follow simple instructions." She glanced back at Daniel and was pleased with the small nod from him. She knew she couldn't go too hard as didn't know what he could handle. Lando on the other hand didn't think he could cope any longer. His left hand could only get him off so much. He wanted to feel someone else, that's what he needed. So having that taken away from him was devastating.

She moved towards the bed and sat at the edge, looking Lando in the eyes as she spoke. "Come here." She beckoned him over. The brit was quick to drop to his knees as he spread her legs further apart. He knew it wouldn't take him long to make her cum. That had almost become his specialty. Lando preferred to have multiple rounds so keeping foreplay as short as possible was almost a necessity for him, yet he still needed her well prepared. "Go on." Daniel whispered in his ear, pushing his head down lightly. Lando licked a long stripe up her cunt, looking up to see her reaction briefly. He wasn't told what she actually like so he wanted to find out as quick as possible. He first started by applying a light pressure with his tongue, circling slowly. He didn't even get so much as a gasp. As he began to lick up and down at a faster rate he let his thoughts come back.

"A little faster." Daniel whispered again, feeling a little sorry for his friend. The Australian's hand travelled down from Lando's abs down to his cock, squeezing lightly, he could feel it throb in his hands. Lando moaned into her cunt, temporarily losing control of himself. He soon felt her leg over his shoulder, pulling his body closer to hers, and was quickly brought back to reality. He laid his tongue flat on her clit and shook his head side to side, conscious of the speed he was doing so, almost thankful for Daniel's help. "That's it Lando, make me feel good." She moaned, head falling back slightly. If Daniel was still touching him, he was sure that he would have come, even with the smallest touch. Lando continued his relentless movements even as she closed her thighs around him. He groaned once more knowing it would push her over the edge. "Yes. Yes. Yes Lando, fuck." Her hands met the sheets in a desperate need to steady her self as white clouded her vision. Lando slowed the movement of his tongue, letting her ride out the orgasm. Her moans became quieter the lighter the pressure Lando applied. "So good for me." She whispered, looking down at him. Lando blushed at the praise as it sent a wave of pleasure through him. "Do you like when I tell you how good you are? How good you make me feel? Does it get you off?" She questioned, leaning forward with a smirk. Lando was almost struggling to get his words out, mind fuzzy as he tried to think of a way to say yes. He was quick to nod his head extraordinarily quick.

"I think that was a yes Darling." Daniel stated, pulling Lando back by his hair. "Take em off." He demanded, letting Lando catch his breath, Daniel was also aware of how overwhelming this could be for his friend. The brits hands came up quick, unbuttoning Daniel's jeans before pulling them down. Lando was slightly more worried about this, not just because he knew it would take him longer but because there was a high chance of him choking. Lando didn't know how to approach this as he'd never sucked dick before. Sure he had plenty of blowjobs but he didn't know how to give them. "You'll get praise when you do something worthy of it." Daniel said, pushing Lando's head closer to his cock.

"You need to spit a little." Lando felt her hands on his shoulders as she spoke. She was doing exactly what her boyfriend was doing before, guiding him teasingly, and Lando was both thankful and resentful of it. Although this time it was more of the former. "Wrap your hand around him, just below the head. Yeah that's it." She whispered, fingers tangling in his hair as she pushed his head so his lips were almost kissing the tip of Daniel cock. "Go on. You said you'd do everything I said." Lando was not ready for what ever punishment she was prepared to give him if he didn't comply. After coating Daniel's cock with his spit, Lando began to rub his thumb over the tip, teasing slightly. After a few seconds he let his hand form a fist and began stroking up and down slowly, never quite reaching the base. "I thought she said get us off with your mouth." Daniel stated, looking down at Lando with a smirk, who's nerves were rising by the second. "I'm not going to blow him for you. Start by licking the underside and take the tip into your mouth." She instructed as she slid her hand up his back, resting it between his shoulder blades. "So good. Be careful, don't take him too deep." She was quick to pull Lando back, making sure to teach him properly. "Breathe though your nose Baby. Start slow." She said, pushing his hair out of his face.

Lando did as she said, taking an inch at a time, mindful of not holding his breath. He began to bob his head at a slightly faster pace, taking another inch or two. "Good, so good for me Lando." Daniel muttered, watching his cock disappear into the brit's mouth. Lando moaned as he did before, sending vibrations through Daniel's cock. "Careful, watch your teeth." Lando just didn't know what to do, it was almost like the praise was overriding his brain. He wanted to make them feel good, he wanted to see them cum but he wanted to be praised, he wanted to be told what to do. He was getting close, feeling her hands on his skin wasn't helping. Her fingers were tracing over every divot and it was driving him insane, so much so that his trousers were becoming impossibly tight. Lando almost pulled off fully before swallowing around the tip. "Fuck Lando, sure you haven't done this before?" Daniel gasped, hand now resting on Lando's head. He pulled off with a pop, gasping for air. "Promise I haven't...Please, hurts so much." He groaned, chest rising and falling quickly. "Not yet, you need to make me cum first." The Australian said, hand coming down to his face, rubbing the spit off of Lando's jaw. "Be good and you get to cum." Lando was quick to bring his mouth back to Daniel's cock, sucking the best he could as he began to bob his head again. In the meantime, her hands left his back and came down to his front, unbuttoning his trousers. She squeezed him rather tightly before undoing the zip. Lando moaned feeling the limited release of his cock, Daniel threw his head back in pleasure as he felt the vibration. "Focus on the head Lando, he's very close." She demanded, kissing and biting his neck, leaving distinct marks. Daniel came down his throat quickly, taking Lando off guard, who pulled away, attempting to catch his breath again.

"You didn't have to swallow." Daniel stated, pulling Lando up from the ground. "I didn't have much choice." Lando whined, face contorted into disgust. "Don't get bratty, I'll leave you high and dry." He threatened looking towards his girlfriend with a large smile adorning his face. "I won't. Promise. Please, I need to cum so bad." He said, giving his best pleading eyes. Daniel's hands made contact with his skin before he pulled the remainder of Lando's clothes off. "Get on the bed, I want you against the headboard."

"And you, come here." Daniel pulled her in, kissing her passionately, letting his hands roam her skin once again, squeezing her tits and hips every now and then. He guided her to the end of the bed, pushing her down, watching her tits bounce as her back made contact with the mattress. Daniel was quick to climb on top of her, sliding his hands down her abdomen. She didn't realise how turned on she actual was. Did watching Lando give her boyfriend head really arouse her that much? "Fuck, you are so wet Darling." Evidently so. Daniel wanted to tease her slightly, even if they were both in control of Lando, he was still the one telling her what to do. He grasped her thigh with one hands, pushing her legs further apart. His fingers circled her clit slowly, waiting for her tell tale gasp of pleasure. "Oh please." Lando whined behind them, pulling on his hair slightly. "You're not allowed to touch yourself Lando. You have to wait." Daniel muttered, pushing a finger into her cunt slowly. "But it's not fair, I made you both cum." He said, sitting up straight, desperately wanting them to touch him. "Don't be a brat." She said in a pointed tone, turning her head towards the brit. Her demand was followed by a loud moan as Daniel pushed a second finger in. "She needs to be preped properly, too hard to fit you're dick in otherwise." She quickly became bashful and covered her face as Daniel began pumping and scissoring his fingers. His other hand rose from her leg and came to rest on her neck, squeezing lightly.

"That's enough Darling, I can see how much he needs you." Daniel said, smacking her ass as she made when to Lando. "Be good for me baby." She whispered, holding onto his shoulders as she straddled his lap. "Finally getting what you need." She lined his cock up with her cunt as she spoke. Lando's hands came to rest on her hips, squeezing lightly. "Don't touch." She chastised, taking him fully. Lando's cock was hitting places Daniel's usually didn't and it was intoxicating. The feeling of having complete control over someone was almost taking her over, she could finally understand why Daniel always preferred to be in charge, it was so thrilling. "Please, faster, need it so bad." Lando was already moaning uncontrollably, his eyes closed and head fallen back. She obliged and began bouncing faster, hands covering the bite marks she made earlier, making him wince loudly. As she began rocking her hips Daniel spoke, "Open your eyes Lando, you need to see." He did as he was instructed and was immediately met with her blissed out face and it pulled a low moan from his mouth. "Lando, look at me. Give me you're hand. That's it, You can touch her with your other, make her cum." His left hand was enveloped in Daniels, while his right came down to her clit, rubbing slightly harsh circles. Lando wanted to feel her cum around him, and this was the fastest way to do it. At the same time, Daniel was guiding his friend's hand back to his cock. "Come on, jerk me off. You must be really good at it now." Lando was stunned for a moment, brain struggling to comprehend. There was just so much happening, the overwhelming feeling if her cunt, the sound of her moans and Daniel's demands, it was all so thrilling to the brit. Lando made a fist around Daniel's cock once again, this time stroking faster than before and focused more on the head. The Australian was mindful of the state his friend was in and lead closer, grabbing his cheek softly and kissed his lips slowly, he felt every moan that wanted to leave Lando's mouth, and it jus riled him up even more.

"Fuck Lando, that's it, a bit harder." Every part of him was occupied yet he wanted them ton take more, he didn't want anything left. Daniel was edging closer the longer he watched the scene before him; His darling girlfriend ruining Lando. "I'm gonna cum, fuck keep going." At this point the only thing Lando could do was follow instructions Daniel painted their skin white as her moans grew louder, and Lando's grip harshened. "So good for me Lando. Fuck." He lengthened the last few syllables as he came down from his high. Daniel's hands made way to his girlfriend, resting on her back to keep her steady. Lando could feel her tightening around his as his hand on her clit was replaced with Daniel's, giving her what he knows she needed. "Take a break Lando, just enjoy the feeling of her cunt. You deserve it." Lando's hips bucked without warning meeting her bounces. "Oh Please, let me cum. Please, please please." Lando begged loudly, voice practically bouncing off the walls. Daniel began to guide her hips bringing Lando ever closer. "Cum Darling, I know you're close." The Australian whispered in her ear, giving her clit one last harsh smack before she began convulsing around Lando, no longer in control of her own body. Lando was quick to follow, cumming inside with a loud groan as his back arched slightly, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

They were both seeing stars as Daniel forced them both to ride out their high, he slowed the guiding of her body and began to kiss her neck softly. The only sounds in the room was their heavy breathing as she climbed off of Lando. They laid on either side of the brit, just enjoying each others presence. As she began to slip out of the haze, she let her hands trail over Lando's skin, draw shapes with feather light touches. His body was still twitching from the immense pleasure of her cunt. "Thank you...So good." He could barely from a sentence, still so fucked out. "You were so good for us, you deserved it." She whispered into his neck, shocked with the bruises she left.

They could tell just by the look on Lando's face that he was already on the verge of being overstimulated and decided that just one orgasm was enough for now, especially with the amount of cum still spilling out of her cunt. "When was the last time you even came?" Daniel questioned, rubbing his thumb over Lando's forehead, brushing away the messy curls. "I don't...Know." He rushed out between heavy breaths. "It's been months since I been with anyone, and a while since I jacked off. Maybe a few weeks, could be a month...I really don't know." He said, turning his head so it was buried in her neck. A blush began rising to his face when he realised what he admitted. "So you really needed someone else to get you off huh. Interesting." Daniel said with an almost teasing tone. "It's a good thing we could help you then." She whispered into his hair. "And I think, we'd be more than willing to help you again."

This took me way too long to write as I clearly went a little overboard in the build up. I hope you enjoyed.

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princessbrunette · 1 year ago

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can’t get the slasher au in the campcounselor!jj universe out of my mind, so have this.

the two of you being held up in your cabin together with the door bolted and jj is hammering nails needles and screws into a baseball bat. anything he can find really. he came barging through your door so fast that you thought you were next the second he stumbled on a body. his first thought was you, and how he needed to protect you because he didn’t think he’d be able to handle seeing the girl he was pretty sure he was in love with in a pool of blood.

“so why don’t they just call the police? instead of telling us to just stay in our cabins and lock the doors?” you rant, panicked and unable to be still for even a moment as you pace up and down the room.

“so uh, apparently this killer is like a genius of sorts n’cut the connection. s’why the wifi ain’t workin’ and no calls are goin’ through.” he glances up at you as he gives his hammer a few final taps against the nail in his bat. he waves a finger around in a circle in gesture to the lamps dotted around, still working. “these bad boys are solar powered though, thank god.”

“cant they send someone to go and get help? i know we’re in the middle of nowhere but there’s gotta be someone out there.” you shake your head, mostly at the poor organisational skills behind the camp owners and their lack of emergency plans.

“sent our one security dude to go n’drive ’til he finds someone. that was three hours ago so uh… safe to say it’s not lookin’ good.” jj grimaces and your face falls, hopeless as you flop into the seat.

“we are so screwed, jj.” you mewl, which forces him to tear his attention away from his makeshift weapon.

“hey, don’t talk like that okay you got me n’ this badass weapon n’i’m not gonna let anything happen to you okay so… positive thoughts. please.”

a minute of silence passes, before the quiet is filled by the sound of heavy rain coming down on the window. “hm. pathetic fallacy.” you hum and jj’s brow shoots up, glancing over to you once more.

“uh, what’d you call me?”

“wh— no. its a literary device. it means when the weather in a story reflects the overall mood of the events unfolding.” you explain with a sigh, drawing patterns on the table infront of you with your finger nail. jj ticks his head, continuing on with his project.

“smart and pretty.” he comments casually yet quietly, not bothering to look up now. despite everything, you let a little smile bite the corners of your lips.

“you think i’m pretty?”

“i said smart too. damn, talk about conceited.” he jests, glancing up at you with a smirk to ensure you knew he was teasing you. you can’t help but giggle, staring at him for a moment as you lock eyes.

“jj?”

he blinks, almost like he’s surprised to hear his own name being said.

“wh— yeah?”

“thanks for comin’ here to protect me. i was really scared without you.”

the blonde clears his throat, trying to get used to the whole being sincere thing. “oh, uh. yeah. no shweat.” he responds in his usual silly jj way, telling you he doesn’t know how to respond to people genuinely complimenting him. it’s kind of cute, behind the whole confident class-clown bravado.

“you promise if i die tonight you’ll reapply my lip gloss for me? i can’t have the forensic people finding me lookin’ all busted. that would be embarrassing.” you try to lighten the moment but he senses the worry in your tone. jj presses his lips together, suddenly standing out of his chair.

“look, come here.” he demands, and your brows raise. “yes. come here.” he beckons and you do so, dragging your feet to stand infront of him. his hands seem to hesitate for a moment before they grasp your shoulders, raising his eyebrows at you.

“you— ms perfect, are not gonna die tonight. y’hear me? this is jus’ gonna be one of your many cool ass stories that you get to tell in the future when we get the hell outta here. just like — as long as you promise to mention the sexy strong blonde dude that protected you with his life when you’re… y’know, recountin’ those tales…n’shit.” despite delivering the lighthearted punchline, jj’s voice softens towards the end of its delivery, staring down and getting lost in your wide worried eyes.

you smile, a hand coming up to rest on his chest. you don’t comment on the way his heart pounds against your palm. “how could i forget that detail?” you stare again at eachother for a moment, and you swear he’s about to kiss you — when thunder crashes loudly outside, startling the two of you as jj spins around, grabbing the bat and swinging it into a protective stance, guarding you. the moment settles over the two of you and you giggle, covering your mouth.

“you gonna fight the thunder, jj?”

“i was just practicin’ alright be grateful my reflexes are so damn fast. m’like a ninja.” he scoffs out a little laugh, turning back towards you.

“sheesh, i wouldn’t mess with you.” you grin and he tosses the bat aside, deciding enough was enough.

“yeah wouldn’t dream of it.” he mutters distractedly, the two of you pumped with adrenaline as he leans in, eyes on your mouth before your lips connect, the blonde pulling your body to his.

maybe you would be okay.

#waitttt they’re kinda lydia and stiles coded here #divider by me pls credit if u use ♡#campcounselor!jj #slasher au #jj maybank prompt

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aestherin · 1 year ago

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KEEP MY HEART

goal 28: we aren’t a couple

It was mostly your voice that filled the silence between you and the man beside you. Some effort from him was apparent though, as seen with his occasional quips and playful remarks. Truthfully, it wasn’t that he was lazy to retort, or that he had nothing to say. Rather, it was just that he had much more to listen to than tell.

Scaramouche swore he would never tell anyone, but he loved listening to the little parts of you — the little parts of your day, the cute memories you have, all the stories you had for him. He loved reading your daily messages, of course. But nothing can ever compare to how much he loves hearing your voice as you talk comfortably with him.

Your steady footsteps as you continued to freely tour around Scaramouche’s campus came to a stop when you felt a cool fabric suddenly sit on your shoulders. A navy blue varsity jacket with white sleeves.

The representative colors of Scaramouche’s own university.

“Why are you putting your jacket on my shoulders?” You rambled as you walked. “For your information, I am not a clothing rack.”

“You really are stupid.” Scaramouche playfully flicked your temple. “I’m giving you my jacket because it seems you aren’t even aware that you were slightly shivering.”

“Kuni, you’re also stupid.”

“What?”

“‘Giving’ is when you’re handing something to someone without planning to get the item back. You should call it ‘lending’ instead.”

“Who said I had plans to get my jacket back from you?”

“Huh?”

“I want you to keep it.”

“But this is your varsity jacket! You use this in games, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah. But I have lots of those, so don’t worry.” He said as he lightly rested his arm above your head.

That was now the second jacket of his that he asked you to keep.

Matching his footsteps with yours, he came to a halt when you did. “Can we sit there, Kuni?”

Scaramouche’s eyes followed to where you were pointing. It seemed you were talking about the several benches in the wide field located in the heart of their campus. He was about to nod when a certain information he recalled reading on an online thread during freshman year suddenly flashed in his mind.

“Absolutely not,” he frowned as he crossed his arms.

“What?” You whined. “But my feet are killing me!”

“There’s a saying about these benches.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. People say that couples who sit together on these benches will break up.”

“But we aren’t a couple…” You trailed off, seeing Scaramouche’s mood subtly going down due to your words. He always had an honest face.

You cleared your throat. “Well then, just to be safe… Why don’t we sit on the grass instead?”

You see the corners of his lips curve a little.

“Okay, let’s do that then.”

You both continued with what you were doing prior to seating on the field. You talked and talked, and he listened and jested. As much as you loved how genuine of a listener he was, you craved more of his voice and stories.

“I’m actually starting to think this is unfair, Kuni.” You feigned a frown. “Why am I always the one who does the talking?”

“Are you getting bored of me now?”

“What? No!"

“I just… Isn’t there anything that you want to tell me? Open up or talk about or share? Anything at all?” You tried to keep up with his stare. “I just feel bad that I am always the one that does the ranting and you always listen, but I can’t even repay you by lending an ear.”

He avoided your gaze. “You being there for me always is enough,” Scaramouche uttered lightly, enough for you not to hear. Instead, he just let out a deep sigh. “Okay then. It’s my turn, I guess.”

You smiled, thinking he was going to start light.

You thought wrong.

Scaramouche immediately started with how his coach — which was also his mother — was harsher on him than on the other members of the team. Harsh trainings, hectic routines, and high expectations seemed natural to him. You even began to contemplate whether what you’re hearing is still a relationship of a mother and a son, or that of a tenacious coach and her promising trainee.

“She wasn’t always like that though,” he said softly. “Believe it or not, I have memories of when she was so gentle and loving with me.”

“She only started becoming like that when I became firm with my decision of being a soccer player.”

‘But was that even enough for her to change so drastically?’ You thought. Maybe there’s another reason?

“It would’ve been easier for me to hate her if I didn’t have any fond memories of her, don’t you think?”

KEEP MY HEART — scara x reader smau

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cemetery-sunset · 1 year ago

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🍖How the Sawyer Family Self Destructs

Texas Chain Saw Massacre Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Trigger warnings: self harm, cutting, eating problems, drugs, drinking, verbal and physical abuse, mentions of murder, canon-typical violence

Word count: 2k

☮️Chop-Top

Chop is a messy one. He mostly ignores his own problems, mental and physical, and makes jokes about all of them, he takes nothing seriously and just decides not to fix any problem he has. He never talks seriously about his time in the army, he only ever drops hints about what happened through jokes. The only thing he will be slightly serious about is the plate in his head. He’s only slightly serious about it when he needs help with something like cleaning it or trying to get a dent out. Even when that’s happening, he’s being stupid and making jests about the situation.

Sometimes he genuinely forgets to eat, he gets too distracted or too focused on some project… and sometimes he just decides not to. The food problems come from his time in the military. He got little food, much less any good food, when he was in Vietnam and it changed his relationship with eating. He usually gets forced to sit down and eat with the family. If he doesn’t eat with the family, he’s not going to eat for one reason or another.

He spends quite a lot of time smoking weed and trying to forget everything. Sometimes when he gets too high, he ends up blacking out and when he comes down, he doesn’t really know what he’s said or done. He thinks that’s funny.

Bobby always has his lighter on him, for smoking and for scratching his plate. Sometimes Chop uses his lighter and burns himself. He likes feeling the heat on his hand and seeing the wounds that he can inflict. He just likes playing with the flames and ends up burning himself, whether by accident or not.

He burns himself more than he cuts himself, but he still loves doing both. Sometimes he will make patterns or designs on his skin, sometimes he just gets too into it and ends up slicing up his whole arm or leg. It starts out just wanting to feel something and then his brain switches into a tunnel vision and he just keeps going, getting too excited about the look and the feeling. It’s usually not deep, they’re just on the surface; just enough to bleed and leave small scars.

📷Nubbins

Nubbins is the most pathetic one in the most dictionary sense. The biggest thing he does is constantly seek out abuse from his family. It’s mostly Drayton that gives it to him, but Nancy and Johnny are not the nicest to him either. Drayton constantly hits him and degrades him and yet Nubbins always comes back for more. There’s no way he can stop, he always ends up seeking out his brother and expecting a different result. He just ends up with more bruises and cuts.

He really neglects any type of self care. He never bathes, he only actually cleans himself when somebody forces him too and even then it’s a huge chore for him so they usually just clean him up themselves. Nubbins is just overall really bad at taking care of himself. Sometimes it’s a simple mistake of forgetting but a lot of times he just doesn’t care enough about himself to take care of his body, much less his brain or heart.

The most obvious one is that he cuts. It’s not crazy and frenzied like how Bobby does it. Nubbins is more for quality over quantity. He does them deep and slow; he makes sure that they hurt and will leave a scar for him to fond over. It doesn’t happen super often, just when he’s specifically feeling a little frantic that day. It’s like the world gets too much and he needs something to focus on. He loves how the wounds look and prods at them and plays with his blood. He never cleans the wounds or wraps them up on purpose, he likes when things get messy and he gets blood stains on his clothes.

🌼Sissy

Most of Sissy’s self destruction is the way he just plainly ignores all of her needs. She will eat very little, barely bathe, forget to drink until she’s nearly sick, she is just reckless and apathetic about literally everything. She has to be dragged into the bath and she will throw hands over it, she only ever eats at the specific mealtimes and always has small portions. With her constant bare feet, she never cares about how dirty she is or if she gets any injuries while she works. If she does get a cut or bruise while working, she pokes it and makes it worse on purpose. It’s not necessarily to force a scar or make the blood spill, she just likes the feeling and gets caught up in causing herself that pain.

She is similar to Bubba in terms of recklessness. Sissy is very rash and not necessarily elegant in her movements or practices. She’s accidently hurt herself with all manner of tools and weapons around the property. It could be tripping from running too fast, smashing her finger with a hammer or slicing her own hand with her straight razor while sharpening it. It’s not that she has no regard for herself because she is a servant, like Bubba. Sissy is just so confident in herself that she forgets how fragile human beings are. She remembers how fragile they are when she’s got victims in front of her, and she constantly reminds them of this fact. She just forgets that her own body is also just as fragile. It’s like she holds herself on a different level than normal human beings.

Another similarity to Bubba is the effect that the constant verbal, and sometimes physical, abuse has on her. Sissy is a punching bag for Drayton, Nancy, and even Johnny sometimes. Nubbins and Chop sometimes make jokes at her expense, and she has a lot of trouble taking them as jokes. All of the negative comments and horrible things said to her really stick with her and bother her. She struggles with her identity as she flips back and forth between the holy cult confident mentality and the poor abuse victim who can’t do anything right. She tries her best to act like it never bothers her but unlike Johnny, Sissy is terrible at poker and struggles with staying calm and collected. Her emotions always get the best of her and she ends up blowing up and having a fit over it all, which never ends well for her. She usually ends up with a few more new bruises to poke at.

When Bobby is having one of his smoke sessions, Sissy likes to join in. She likes feeling that blacked out, fuzzy-brained giddy attitude. She also brings some of her own drugs to the party though. The plants she grows for her poison clouds have many different uses and she’s studied them well. Sissy will smoke them and end up tripping bad, she never feels good afterward, but that out of body experience that she feels is so otherworldly that she could never just give that up. Part of her love comes from when she ran with multiple different cults on her adventures. Some taught her that she would see god if she smoked, some taught her that she would be god if she smoked. The habit started there and then just kept going. She doesn’t do it all the time, it’s like a special thing that is reserved for either a certain day or when she’s really struggling. She does get the normal high with Chop more often than she uses her own special supply.

🐔Bubba

Bubba’s is pretty straight forward. He doesn’t cut or burn himself (on purpose, he struggles with being careful). He will actively hit himself though. Sometimes it’s his fists pounding at his head, sometimes he hits his head on a wall, or something of that sort. He’s grown so used to Drayton’s abuse that at this point in his life, it almost brings him a sort of comfort. Bubba knows that no matter how much Drayton hits him and yells at him that Drayton will always be there to look out for him. Whenever he hits himself, it is his way of punishing himself, like he did something wrong and he knows it. But it’s also a type of comfort to him. When things get too overwhelming, he needs something to bring him down a few notches, and that just so happens to be forceful punches to his own head.

Bubba does the same thing that Nubbins does, they both always run back to Drayton’s abuse. No matter how big the bruises are, or how much the words hurt Bubba, the big boy will always bow down and serve his big brother. All he wants is a tiny taste of praise but Drayton will never give him any. Even when he does a good job, Drayton will make up random things to be mad at. Bubba believes himself to just be a toy, a puppet for everybody else to use for whatever reason. He’s been conditioned to always listen to Drayton, help chase down and kill victims and always be ready to jump at anybody’s beck and call. He was told so many times that that is all he will ever be, so now he believes it.

Bubba is a very large and strong man. Sometimes he is clumsy with his tools and weapons, but more often than not, he is just simply reckless. He throws all caution into the wind and takes no regard for his own safety and wellbeing. If he’s worried about anybody’s safety it’s his family’s, never his own. He runs around with his chain saw, cuts meat up too fast and doesn’t pay attention when he’s sewing a project together. He hurts himself constantly and never takes care of the injuries. They’re usually not very big wounds, but they add up after a while. Bubba is always covered in scars, cuts and bruises from many different sources.

🔪Johnny

Besides working on the cars or mechanics around the property, Johnny’s favorite pastime is having a drink at the local bar. He gets very indulgent with his drinks and has at least a few beers daily. When he’s having a particularly hard day, he indulges in the harder stuff, but he doesn’t allow himself to ever blackout or get so drunk that he makes a fool of himself in public, he has an image to uphold. He doesn’t even let his guard down enough to get black out drunk in the safety of his own home, he would rather just have a constant buzz throughout a normal day.

As strong and important as Johnny is to the family, he gets a lot of verbal and sometimes physical abuse from Drayton and Nancy in particular. Drayton only ever yells horrible things at him, the old man fears what would happen if he ever tried to hit the much larger and stronger man. Nancy is a different story. She only ever speaks highly of her son to other people, but she holds him at an impossible standard and always reminds him of that. She hits him too. Nancy is the only person who ever gets away with hitting The Johnny Sawyer. He’s gotten more than a few bruises from her. Johnny tries to hold up the facade that nothing bothers him and he is super confident, but that’s not entirely true. The negative comments and constant berating really does wear him down and he believes what they all say about him. He makes sure not to show his weakness to any of them, but it just cuts open his insides and leaves invisible scars that hurt just as much as his real scars.

Johnny has a huge love for his knives. He loves the action of cutting people or animals open and seeing the damage it, and he, can do. It gives him this crazy power trip and gets him really excited. Sometimes Johnny takes his knife and cuts himself. It’s nothing crazy and it doesn’t happen too often, he likes the pain of it and how it makes him look. He thinks the battle scars make him look stronger and tougher. He would never admit it to anybody that a fair number of the many scars littering his body are self inflicted. It helps his facade that he naturally gets a ton of cuts and wounds from fighting victims and his general blue collar working.

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venbetta · 1 month ago

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I watched Sinners the third time (it will happen again)

And because I can't be fucking normal about things, I will be headcanoning how the Glamrocks would be able to convince you to lt them in (you are well acquainted with them)

Note: This isn't BASED in the universe of Sinners, so it's very disconnected from the film itself. Ironically, wasn't very into vampires until this film, so this is mostly for fun/silly... fully recommend this movie 10/10.

How would they get in?

『 Glamrocks as vampires 』

Freddy

"My, you look stunning in that outfit..."

- He looks relatively normal, well put together

- He speaks very bubbly, mentioning how excited he was about attending your get-together

- He even brought refreshments!

- He's very focused on you, not really breaking his gaze for anyone else passing by...

- The small talk ends with you beckoning him to join the party, he knowingly smiles as he enters...

- He hovers around, giving you longing glances every so often

- He seems to be really happy to be around you, to the point where he's salivating as he drinks...

Bonnie

"You're throwing a really good-looking party here..."

- He's well kempt, walks up with a suave lean on the paneling

- He's looking you up and down, possibly checking you out. Of course, he tosses a sweet comment on your attire

- He mentioned having caught wind of the get-together down the grapevine, and thought of dropping by

- He looked past you sometimes, but he kept his gaze on you

- He reminds you of your previous times together, briefly reminiscing on the good times you shared

- He doesn't mind reconnecting with you again, if that's all fine with you

- You felt nostalgic talking to him, and so, why not let the feeling linger a little longer

- He glides in without missing a beat, and he locks arms with you as you both return to the party, a loving smirk on his lips.

- You both found yourselves in the dimmest corner of the dance, speaking softly under the music.

- Despite it being dark, you could feel his gaze, looking up to see glowing irises on you...

Monty

"Gee, you didn't think to invite me?"

‐ He's a little scruffy, but he still knew how to throw something on. You thought you saw an odd stain on his blouse, but were distracted by him messing with his hair as he stepped up.

- He fidgets with his hat as he jested about not being notified about the party

- You mentioned you had sent him an invitation, and he feebly grumbles about it possibly being misplaced

- He swayed as he spoke with you, eyes looking past you, a little grin on his face

- He seemed flushed, probably from the summer heat

- His tail twitched every other word

- You sensed he was feeling awkward about the miscommunication and exhausted from the journey, so you offered him some refreshments inside

- He hurried in, clumsily thanking you, hand finding its way to your backside as you led him in

- Over at the bar, he doesn't keep his burning eyes off you, even as he takes a nice long sip from his drink, before making his way over...

Chica

"You put this all together yourself?"

- She was an old friend, coming up with a nice little outfit.

- She shows it off to you even

- She said she was looking forward to partying with you again, giggling as she roved over your outfit, eyes lingering on other places

- She also mentions being starved, having not eaten since earlier that day

- Something about wanting to save her appetite

- Of course, you point her over to the counter, and she skips in with a giggle, yanking your arm as she asks for suggestions... squinting as she gave you a nice once over

- All while going over the food options, the only menu item she seemed fixated on was you...

Roxy

"Surely, you have room for one more?"

- She showed up with a glamorous outfit, sticking out in the best way

- She fixed her hair as she stepped up, eyes looking you up and down

- You didn't forget about her, of course, she was well known around these parts

- You didn't waste a second stepping aside, letting her in as she strolled by gracefully

- She huffed in appreciation, leering your way as she passed

- Most of the other party goers greeted her, and she soaked in the attention

- You were, somehow, always in her line of sight at every instance of the night

- At one point, she declares the room being too stuffy for her liking, and insists you accompany her outside for a quick breath of fresh air on the patio

- And while out there, she smiles at you, her sharpened fangs glistening under the moonlight...

That's it for now... I just wanted to make something vampire related for the glamrocks...

#fnaf security breach #fnaf glamrocks #vampires #fnaf sb x reader #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #glamrock chica #montgomery gator #roxanne wolf #fnaf au #fnaf headcanons #headcanons #ven speaks

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imaginariumwanderer · 29 days ago

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So with Ep 10 out what are your thoughts and opinions?

Ep 10 might be the best beast yeast ep ever baring ep 8, I actually can't decide which is my no 1 as they're both absolutely fantastic. Warning: ep10-11 spoilers, the post got way too long so I'm putting undercut, there's also ship talk which um, yup, abandon hope ye who enter:

About ships:

I'm putting this first to get it out of the way... It's canon, it's actually canon guys no more denying it alright. BxA fans keep on winning as always, some joke about it but I seriously won't be surprised if salt does straight up proposed to wl once it's their turn. Honestly I can't believe how blatant they went with it. The pride month post, the costume, everything about esugar and holly's relationship EVERYTHING. Esugar even called holly "my love" several times, as least in her costume if I remember right.

Wedding confirmed, right on time for June too ty devsis!!

Ok ok I jest, still, ppl would argue it's one-sided therefore non canon but I would argue affections being explicitly confirmed in one party is a pretty big deal in of itself. Holly on her part accepted esugar n even agreed to be her other half, now if only esugar agreed to stop trapping ppl in jars.

That said, I'm really hoping players won't go out of their way to scream "fanservice" at the story, I've seen this happen w smilk's update. It's sad seeing fans dismiss good writing as yaoi or yuri bait when the beasts' wish to keep their ancients close play a big role in their characters. That said I don't want non-shipper to feel forced into liking BxA or even admit they're canon, I just want them to leave shippers alone ok since it's clear BxA didn't come outta nowhere, don't dismiss the writing when it's clear the writers DID puts efforts into it.

No more "b-but it make no sense, they only wanted the souljam!" ok it may apply to mflour but esugar does not give a single fuck, she won't take the souljam at least not by force. We have in-game dialogues of her confirming it, I need people to stop saying they only wanted the souljam since that's not only untrue but is an active simplification of their motivations!

About our beast/ancient duo:

A couple of Hollyberry scenes almost make me cry... It's great, it's amazing, beast-yeast partly serve as a revisit to the ancients' characters so having the story digs into her past was everything I needed. Sad dcacao-goldie didn't get the same treatment, we can only hope they get a revisit one day. Dunno if this is controversial but- while the game now confirmed hollyberry does have a drinking problem. I don't want fans to flanderize n make it holly's only trait, we do know she have a problem but we can assume the severity of it does fluctuates, we've seen several instances of holly's drinking n not all of them are shown in a bad light. Compared to, let's say, her Triumph of Sloth costume which arguably is holly at her worst mental-wise n have her dialogues mention drinking several times. In short, I just hope fans would depict these subjects w the nuances they needed. The same thing apply to pv's eating disorder that's, while the game did hint at, is still unconfirmed n only a headcanon as of now. The fandom have a problem with misinformation+taking theory/headcanon as canon in general tbh.

I really enjoyed the revelation about holly's empty heart, the story did touched on the survival-guilt she got after the dark flour war before n I'm so glad it is brought up again. Holly avoiding love in general does track w her attitude toward royal magarine's flirting n her cake hound decor lol. As explained in her awakened's description she cloaked a shield around herself, so much that she didn't noticed the cracks forming within.

Cookie run mostly focused on platonic relationship but this time we got romantic love playing its role as one of the extra themes within the story. Royal berry+jungleberry cookie are one of the few married/explicitly romantic/not one-sided couples within cookie run lore. To get a bit personal here, I find it way too relatable seeing pavlova (being the cookie ver of eros/cupid/romantic love) constantly telling holly she'll be happy once she accepted love into her heart. And the implication that holly is deliberately ignoring the affections of those around her. It's a revelation I find endlessly interesting. Note, despite her Awakening along w accepting pain as something one have to face in life, her "empty heart" has yet to have a 100% resolution. I kinda like how all of the ancients still have unresolved issues despite their Awakening, cacao not yet reuniting w choco, goldie not yet recovering her kingdom, vani and his 99+ problems... And damn what did holly meant by "I've learned from experience"?? My celibate queen who hurt you?...

She's just like me fr

Also, the reveal that hollyberry did resented wl make me tweak. Here we though the ancients sans goldie was too forgiving but turned out the truth is far more complicated. Good stuff. (the gang have no idea how insane I am about this one line)

Weirdly enough I'm not as attached to esugar as I am w the other beasts. Before the update she's my 2nd beast based on design alone but after reading the story, um, she might be my 4th writing-wise. It's a matter of personal opinion, her story is still incredibly well-written all things considered. I just don't vibe w her like I do the rest of the beast ig?? (Current ranking for anyone wondering: 1st mflour; 2nd smilk; 3rd spice; 4th esugar; salt is undecided)

I am thriving so, SO hard w this ep. That scene near the end where we can only hear esugar's voice, the godly choir in the bgm n sugarfly screaming her heart out in terror. Peak, so so PEAK. The "don't leave" scene was sooo fire, someone made a dub compilations of it, my favs are the English n Taiwanese dub. Some of the voice actresses were screaming their lines at the end of it, peak. That one sprite of hers might be the most terrifying thing the artists over at devsis put out yet I need moreeee. Hoping smilk's new sprites (and he WILL get new sprites not even a prophecy we all know he's the game's darling by now-) managed to outdo this cause that one motivated sprite of his doesn't do it for me tbh. The one where he broke his own neck is close but still kinda eh. Do note how exhausted esugar look here.

My preciousss Spice currently hold the "most sprites that give me the heebie-jeebies" award

I'm kinda sad holly's "ancients psycho-analyze the beasts" speech isn't much of a speech but a couple of short revelations. Esugar's wish to grant cookiekind's happiness is genuine, confirmed, she deluded herself into believing hardship is a unnecessary thing in life, confirmed. Ok it's esugar's reaction to the whole ordeal that's interesting to me. Esugar just zeroing on the fact holly came back for her- will she actually consider the words holly said or not place ur bet now everyone. Esugar being a denial queen does tracks w her theme of sloth, it's running away from pain both physical n mental. Pretending everything is fine (webtoon reference)

I like how at the end esugar insists on decorating her garden for when holly returns despite the garden being the problem in the first place. She's so distracted by her own delusions that she can't recognize pavlova's misery despite him standing right beside her. Not story-related, but another aspect of sloth is when one stopped caring about anything around them, esugar display this aspect in the bond costume. Once she achieved everything she wanted, neither cookies' happiness nor the garden is of any concern to her, all she cares about is staying beside her beloved other half. Did I mentioned she wanted holly? Cuz she wanted that cookie baddd. But it's not just that, holly is the representation of passion. Is it by keeping passion locked within her garden that esugar proved her ideology is the right one. That the happiness she has nurtured for so long is "correct."

>About the supporting cast

Pavlova cookie may ended up being my favorite beast follower, ough, but nutmeg tiger... I can't choose... "Sidekick who's done w their boss' shit" is one of my fav archetype. I'm so glad we got pavlova for that, he's what I expected black sapphire to be tbh. Maybe it's cuz he hits my niche but pavlova's story throughout the ep have been one of the most intensive character development we've got for the beast follower trope. I seriously hope we see more of him, his potential are a-plenty, being the only follower so far who's unhappy w his current disposition. (Current ranking: 1st pavlova/nutmeg I can't decide ok; 2nd the deceitlings; 3rd sugarfly; 4th cloud haetae)

We might see more of sugarfly tho, seeing as she'll be returning to the faerie's kingdom. That scene of her breaking off the sugar coating was beautiful, I like how the game presented it. It's not boom she's able to insta fly again, her wings are permanently messed up after not being in use for so long. There's true beauty in that. Both sugarfly and pavlova ended up going through a transformation in the end. To talk about them though, s*garlova eh? Fitting the update of passion gave us 2 peak af ships, but I only like s*galova as one-sided haha... Let's be real here pavlova treated sugarfly pretty bad😭 He spends all of their interactions pilling his work onto her then/and insulting her for being compliant. It's projections n him secretly being mad she's trapped like him, but feelings are not actions, did he ever do or say anything nice directly to her? Idk. Lil guy just have this love/hate envy/admiration mess of emotions toward sugarfly while my girl be out there living her best life. Again, so much potential here, once they met again they'll be at the opposite side of war. What will their interaction be like?

One of the biggest problems cookie run faced is their large cast. With "large" being an understatement... Most of the time the characters aren't utilized well/ ended up being under-used or misused. Ep 5-6 is the best of the best in term of utilizing characters for reasons I'll elaborate on another day. I'm impressed with how the writers managed to juggles so many characters this time around. Rasberry, wild berry etc etc all got their moments. N the illusion at the end left quite an impact despite holly's loved ones appearing for one dialogue box at most. All in all, I'm quite satisfied with how ep 10 turned out despite tiger lily being the only side cookie that got properly explored imo. My only nitpick is I wish the game presented clearer reasons as to *why* the hollyberians wanted to return to the kingdom. Blueberry wanted to leave cuz the place is gross I think? Funniest thing ever.

Just for fun: cookie run have a thing for yearner x wanderer dynamics. One will just be out there living their life while the other yearns for them, one tend to have some kind of emotional constipation toward the other, they are hinted to may or may not reunite once again. From the top of my head- lord oyster -> black/white pearl (low-tier since one of them is DEAD), pv -> lily, the blue one-> pv, can apply to all BxA ships tbh, sea fairy -> moonlight cookie (the yearning r heavily implied to be mutual in this case), cotton -> sherbet (the yearnings r also heavily mutual, not as much as seam*on tho), now we got pavlova -> sugarfly (New!)

>About... The Azure one... Actually the smilk cameo wasn't that bad all thing considered. I wish they didn't put him in the title screen though consider he's only in the ep for a single scene, there's some debates on how much smilk's advice played a part in esugar's downfall, but eh. They knew what they were doing putting him there, they managed to pull fans coming in to see smilk so that's a win ig.

Ok I'm hoping it's not pure vanilla for once c'mon. Might have to do a poll on this...

Anyways, IN STORY BEAST INTERACTION IN STORY BEAST INTERACTION AAAA. This lil scene gave us so much tidbits into esugar/smilk's relationship I love it! Esugar appeared very cautious around smilk, yet she never denied her fellow beast the berries. Smilk once again is scheming sth as smilk do. I won't lie I did miss this casually cackling clown. The passive-aggressiveness, smilk giving advice leaving us to wonder if it's sincere or not. Back when the beasts got revealed fans locked in(tm) n shadow-sugar got the most fanart ship or otherwise. It's still unbelievable to me they're the first beasts duo to get an actual direct interaction in-story. I wonder if it's sth that's added in due to the fandom or sth that the writers already planned n the fans r just that in-tuned. I'm willing to bet the former seeing as the sh*dowsugar fans r not, mm, happy w their canon dynamic. Again the amount of "yuri bait"/"they ruined esugar's character" discourse gave me a headache (I have to emphasize some, only SOME shippers do, all the sane sh*dowsugar fans I wish u a very good day). Gang we all know the beasts mostly don't like each other just by their battle dialogue by now. Everyone, ship what u want, I'm just praying we won't have anymore blowups when it turned out... Idk spice doesn't care for smilk or sth along those lines.

Side note: smilk/lady azure casually brought up killing cookies for fun in that scene, I got told some fans r actually shocked about that?? I'm sorry but did we read the same story😭 that mf killed off a named character in the INTRO of beast-yeast. Attempted to murder cookies, some included KIDS, several times. Scratch that it's not even an attempt, smilk *did* pushed the gingergang off the spire just for giggles bro. Ik the fandom woobified the clown but for some to collectively forget his crime(s) is, wow- even when lady azure is just standing there the writers have to drive home the amount of crimes this mf has committed, every new smilk appearance is a new crime added to the list it's so funny asdfghj

I used the jp voice-over for this update, funfact esugar straight up called him "gross" in the dub. Talking about it though, I'm insane absolutely insaneee about the way the jp voice actress managed to replicate Toriumi-san's speech pattern, even his iconic "KHEHEHE" laugh. Her voice was so amazingly, wonderfully deep n villainous it feel like my beloved Beatrice is back by my side again.

>Other miscellaneous thoughts

-Not ep 10 related but I'm seriously insane about the costume, not only is it yuriful but it's the closest we'll ever get to a "beasts win" AU, one let down is we have no intel on the other beasts since the focus is on these two. The story said holly have no foes to protect the garden from so I'm guessing they left the garden alone or is somehow incapacitated. Some of holly's dialogues are so sad, n looking back it's disturbing how many times she mentioned berry juice, also, "her voice… is my paradise" "my heart feels at peace around… her…" bro, bro? Brooo aa aaah hold me bro ough...

-Alongside happiness n love there's also the theme of parenthood, that scene when tiger lily calms her crying dad by giving him berries.. Can make a grown man cry tbh. We were so close to a family reunion, what a fool I am, for thinking the game might finally resolve a plot thread. Truly we're all fools, gotta wait 5+ more years for it.

-Rip "silent salt is elder faerie" theory it was fun while it lasted (or did it...?) So much details in one image. I'll take whatever ef official art I can get. Interestingly enough ef represented the moon here while the guest resemble the sun w their golden halo. Ef have vines n foliage which is wl's motif not his, the foliage here doesn't resemble the silver tree's branches either. Hm... While the guest have three claw marks ripping them apart. Must this be silent salt? The majority of the fandom agreed so. I'm curious what everyone else's theory is.

#edit later #i'm serious this might be my longest post yet #this is not an analysis but my general impression fyi #there's so much more i wanna add #but the post is getting obnoxiously long as is so i'll leave it at that #i talk about eternalberry a lot ok #crk #cookie run kingdom #1m4 rambles #text #game screenshots #1m4 answer #beast yeast

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 10 months ago

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Spiders Into The Bat...Verse?

{Accidentally getting thrown into another portal, you have to figure out your way back! Yet Au's are tricky things...}

《BATBOYS and SPIDER!S/O》 Mini Series

╭╭(╭◕‿◕╮)╮╮ ♡ /|\ ^._.^ /|\

Bruce Wayne/Batman:

"Phew~... Well, that should be all of them." You grin, smiling at the Dark-Knight... Bat-Knight? Either or, you happily bump into his armor as you talk with Captain Gordon. The Knight looming beside you easily.

When you first arrived, you crashed into Wayne Manor's extravgent garden party. Crashing into tea sets and tables, while trying to fight off the pest that threw you there!

While simultaneouly keeping terrorfied citizens and guests away.

Finally throwing the creature back into the portal, you cheered. About to follow suit, yet as soon as your web was tossed in. It snapped as portal closed.

Groaning softly, your spidey senses alerted you to the knew presence in the room. Recalling being knocked out, you noted your suit is still on and your on a really fluffy bed.

You don't deem the butler as a threat, opting to instead go over and ask questions as he leads you down below the grandiose home.

The Bat-Knight is Prince Bruce Wayne, heir to the late King Thomas and Queen Martha. Yet is scene in the eyes of the royal council and public as...

Well, not a suitable candiate to rule quite yet.

Since most of his time was spent jesting with royals and nobility at soirees. Along with a few scandals of chasity here or there...

"Hmmm... I'll call you "Wayne" for short. You reply bluntly.

"...Do what you like then." He said distractedly, eyeing the paperwork on his desk.

Having the permission, you get up from your seat. Holding out your arms expectedly.

His saphire eyes narrow at you, "what are you doing."

"I wanna' hug. That's what I would like!" You reply.

With a bit of a clash, you found somwhat normalcy with him and his estate.

He too, had gotten used to your visits to his study. Never fully sure on how to debute you into high-society so he could keep an eye on you when out of the estate.

Quickly giving Bruce a kiss on the cheek in graditude, you step away, fixing the attire he made you wear for the gala. Before eagerly pushing him to join you at the table of desserts or savory snacks.

Dick Grayson/Nightwing:

Rolling your eyes at the hand outstretched for you to take. You ignore it as you walk beside the "Nightwing" of this AU. Glancing at the horse that neighed for your attention as well, you gave it a small pat.

"You' sure you don't need a ride?" He asked politely. The sun beating down on your backs.

Readying yourself, you shoot out a web to the clock-tower in the middle of the dusty town.

"Thanks, but I'll be fine." You said steadily, pulling yourself up high into the air. Web-slinging carefully on only the higher buildings.

A low whistle leaves his lips at the sight.

Dick is the eldest son of the Batfam, along with being apart of the wealthiest family in town.

The family owning a multitude of lands and ranches across the county and beyond in other cities.

Richard has high education and well respected in the community even without his fathers wealth. Takes care of the ranch in Büldhaven, mostly. But often visits Gotham, each time it's a celebartion of his arrival.

Sweet as a bell, always giving a helping hand.

"You.. You seem indifferent." The young man states curiously. You smile slightly, "Yeah. So.. Thanks for that." Holding up the item gifted to you, you head to the drawers to place it elsewhere. The peice of jewelry too dazzling to be out.

Glazing at your (modern) jacket, he picks it up. Tracing the fabric while your back was turned. Strange as it was, he thought it was quite cute. A bit odd, but it suited you.

As Nightwing, another vigilante of the west, the two of you work suprisingly well-...Enough.. As if you know what he has on his mind on the occasion.

Your fighting styles may-be different, but that hasn't stop you two before.

Poking at the boquet in your hand, you hear the soft steps near the horse stalls come closer.

"Hey." You greet, grogginess in your voice.

"Hello... It.. Seems you have a admirer, other than myself." He spoke playfully, side-eyeing the weeds.

You blink, turning away to hide your smile. Small bits of laughter spilling out of you as he stalks closer, pouting.

"So? Where is he?"

"Far." You shrug, gazing at him with mirth, eyeing the buttercups sadly.

Overall, just an idea I had! Maybe I'll do more in the future with other batfams members?

[Thwnk you for reading, reblogs, comments are apperciated! Fan art as well! See you soon! Yall want a part 2? *wink*]

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localplaguenurse · 3 months ago

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writing requests? Ok hear me out

(this is inspired heavily by my own oc)

Pantalone meeting the parents™️ but y/n’s parent he is meeting is neuvillette, and Pantalone had no idea until the day of. (how that information got past him is beyond any of us) second parent can be a normal person or nobody at all, dealers choice (you said no ships so I won’t say anything)

Hi Pandora

I mainly said no ships because I honestly just don't do much shipping in general. I just make up guys and smack them into canon characters like barbies. It's mainly Haikaveh and Dottolone here. ANYWAYS

Connecting the Dots

Notes: Pantalone is a touch ooc from how I would usually write him, but that's mostly for the humour of it (and this is one of the few times I've had to think about what his dynamic with Neuvillette would be lmao). SFW, kind of fluffy, and a bit of secondhand embarrassment.

The bell of the elevator being called dings in the lobby, heard only by the woman sitting at the front desk and the Regrator standing in front of said elevator. Stepping back, he readjusts his hold on the bouquet of rainbow roses in one hand and the gift bag in his other. Both things he must be careful with if he is to make a good first impression, though for a man like him, he can afford to make any impression he likes.

There’s another ding as the elevator door opens, and he steps inside. He turns to watch the door close, a smile on his lips that for once is a little more sincere than merely polite. It’s a smile that is quickly wiped away with surprise as something jams in between the doors just as they’re about to close. They clank around it, then they slowly pull open again. Between the doors was a cane, being held by a gloved hand. The cane alone gives away who it is before Pantalone can see him.

Pantalone looks up, locking his gemstone eyes with the pearly purple eyes of Fontaine’s beloved Iudex, and the slit pupils briefly narrow when he recognizes the Harbinger in the elevator.

“My apologies, Regrator,” he says with little inflection.

Pantalone’s smile loses the sentimentality, but remains courteous as he steps aside to let Neuvillette into the elevator. “Ah, it’s quite alright, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

Neuvillette’s coat sways as he turns to face the door. With his free hand, he presses a button on the elevator’s panel. Pantalone opens his mouth to ask the man to hit one of the buttons for him, but sees the floor Neuvillette has selected is the exact floor he needs to go to.

“Oh, what a coincidence!” Pantalone remarks as the doors close. “It appears we both have business on the tenth floor.”

“Is that so?” Neuvillette asks, looking straight ahead.

Pantalone nods, and the elevator begins moving. “If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you here, Monsieur?”

Neuvillette glances at the Regrator out of the corner of his eye, then returns to staring straight ahead. “I am visiting someone.”

The vagueness of the statement intrigues Pantalone. Very well, he can be vague too. “As am I,” he replies.

Neuvillette turns his head and stares at the flowers and the gift bag. “I had presumed as much from the flowers. I presume this is no client meeting.”

“Would it be a crime if it was?” Pantalone jests.

“While it is not necessarily a criminal act resulting in jail time, it would violate the laws under section–”

“I’m joking,” Pantalone interrupts, “I’m meeting with someone I’ve grown quite attached to.”

At this, Neuvillette politely smiles. “That sounds lovely, Regrator.”

“In truth, I’m actually a tad early,” Pantalone says. “We’re expecting additional company, so I figured my dearest wouldn’t mind if I came to assist in setting up, and perhaps have a quiet moment or two together.”

“In that case, I hope all goes well for you two.”

“What of you, Neuvillette? Who are you visiting?”

“... I am visiting someone I also find near and dear to my heart,” he answers.

Pantalone raises an eyebrow. “Oh? The impartial, distant Neuvillette has taken a lover?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” he almost stammers, put off by the mere idea. “I’m, ah, visiting family.”

Pantalone hums, but does not make his disappointment known. He had hoped it would be something more interesting, scandalous even, but no. He’s simply visiting one of the many melusines who consider him their father. Perhaps another time he’ll discover something truly interesting about the Chief Justice.

The elevator dings, and when the door opens, Neuvillette turns to address Pantalone. “I hope you and your love have a lovely day.”

Pantalone nods. “I hope all goes well with you and your family.”

Neuvillette gets out before Pantalone, his cane thumping in rhythm with his footsteps down the hall. Pantalone trails not too far behind Neuvillette, the gift bag in his hand gently swaying as he walks. It’s beginning to feel a little heavy, as he’s been carrying it for a good part of the afternoon now.

Neuvillette stops walking, which prompts Pantalone to stop as well. He’s stopped in front of a door, specifically the door Pantalone was looking for. When Neuvillette gently knocks on it, Pantalone raises a brow.

“Pardon me,” he says, “but I think you might have the wrong apartment.”

Neuvillette gives Pantalone an odd look. “What do you mean?”

Pantalone points to the number on the door. “This is the apartment I’m supposed to be visiting.”

“That… That can’t be right,” Neuvillette replies, brow furrowed, “could it be that you have the wrong apartment?”

“That’s not possible,” the Regrator replies. “I’ve visited this apartment on many occasions, I would know. Besides, you said you were visiting family, no? There aren’t any melusines here?”

“What do the melusines have to do with–”

The door finally opens, and the two men immediately snap their heads in its direction. The figure on the other side of the door is not a melusine, not even close. It’s you, the Regrator’s sweet little darling, and he feels his heart swell with love for you and smug pride at being right; Neuvillette does have the wrong door.

Yet, Neuvillette does not act like he’s wrong. He does not grow flustered and stammer out an apology, he does not leave promptly, he doesn’t even try to walk away. Instead, he smiles warmly, and opens his arms up. To Pantalone’s shock, you grin and throw yourself in Neuvillette’s arms gleefully.

You look up at Neuvillette.

“Salut, Papa!”

Pantalone feels like he just got shot.

Papa? PAPA?

“Good afternoon, my sweet,” Neuvillette greets back. He then turns to the Regrator, seeing his shocked face. “See?”

Pantalone feels nauseous, though he doesn’t know what thought sickens him more; that Neuvillette, Neuvillette of all people, is your honest to god father, or that you’ve been two timing with the Regrator and Iudex and papa is some deranged title you’ve given Neuvillette. He genuinely doesn’t know which reality would be easier to accept.

You blink, and look over at Pantalone as well. Your face flushes, and you pull away from Neuvillette. “Oh! You’re here earlier than I thought.”

He clears his throat, trying to regain composure. “I was going to offer you help in getting lunch ready,” he replies.

Neuvillette calls you by your name, and the sound makes Pantalone feel worse. You turn your attention back to Neuvillette when he does. The man clears his throat, then speaks.

“When you had said that we would be having special company,” he says, “I was not aware you meant the Regrator.”

You nervously laugh. “N-No, I didn’t, but I didn’t think we’d all be meeting up like this, ah…”

You step past Neuvillette and approach Pantalone. Seeing his hands are full, you hook your arm around his, finding he’s oddly stiff. Neuvillette blinks, and you awkwardly smile. “Darling,” you say to Pantalone, then gesture to Neuvillette, “this is my father.” You turn to Neuvillette and gesture to Pantalone. “Father, this is–”

“I know who the Regrator is,” Neuvillette says.

You laugh, and it’s obviously a little forced. “Good! Then we can skip over m-most of the formalities.”

The three of you enter the apartment, with Pantalone needing to be prompted but not fully dragged inside. Without saying anything, he hands you the bouquet of rainbow roses, and you smile sweetly at him. While you run off to find a sufficient vase, Pantalone then turns to the hydro sovereign staring him down.

He glances inside the gift bag, then offers it to Neuvillette, polite smile stretched across his lips. “I suppose this is for you, then. I was told you would appreciate it, and now I understand why.”

Neuvillette silently scrutinizes the gift bag before he takes it. He reaches inside, and pulls out a clear, ornate glass bottle.

“Imported from Sumeru,” Pantalone adds.

“Thank you.”

Before an uncomfortable silence can settle, you reappear with the roses, now in a vase. You set them up by your window, and gesture for the two men to actually properly enter your abode.

“Lunch will be ready in a bit,” you say, “both of you are a little earlier than I expected you to be.”

Pantalone clears his throat, and feels Neuvillette’s stare boring holes through him. “Darling, could I talk to you for a moment? Preferably in private.”

“Oh? What for?” Neuvillette asks.

“Father, please.” You spy the bottle in his hand, and point at it. “Why don’t you put that in the fridge, and help yourself to some of the water I have? It’s from Mondstadt, I think it’ll be perfect for a day like this.”

“Hm, good idea,” Neuvillette says, “Sumeru’s water is a complex flavour on its own, but drinking it when it is cold adds another layer to its taste that truly exemplifies how refreshing it is, especially in such a harsh climate.”

While your father lets himself get distracted by the hydrating delicacies of imported water, you and Pantalone slip away to your room. He shuts the door behind him, and immediately the calm, suave mask drops. He points to the door, staring at you with wide eyes. “That is your father? Your father is the Iudex of Fontaine?”

You nod. “I imagined this reveal going differently, a-and I know you have questions–”

“But you don’t go by Neuvillette!” Pantalone says. “You go by a completely different name! Did you change your name from Neuvillette, or is he just your adopted father and that’s your biological family’s name?”

“He’s my biological father,” you explain, “and I, ah, I have two surnames, actually. I-I use my mother’s maiden name in social settings, but on all my legal documents, I have her and my father’s names. Here…”

You approach your bookshelf and pull a book from the bottom shelf. You open it, and when Pantalone peers over your shoulder, he sees two pages before him. On the right page are photographs of not just a tiny version of you, but Neuvillette as well, and he hasn’t aged a day save for growing his hair out. On the left page is a dedication, and sure enough, there is your first name, what he thought was your only surname, and attached to that with a little dash is the name Neuvillette.

You shut the book and tuck it under your arm. “My father suggested I start going by my mother’s maiden name,” you say, “both to honour her memory, and because he thought me going by Neuvillette could put a target on my back, considering his line of work.”

Pantalone chuckles grimly. “That explains why you weren’t all that concerned when I warned you of the consequences of being my most beloved. Still, I just can’t believe that the Neuvillette had a child of his own, let alone that child being you. I know you said you take more after your mother, but I can hardly see the resemblance.”

You touch your ear. “We both have pointed ears.”

“And so does Pulcinella,” Pantalone remarks, “darling, be serious.”

“I also drink a lot of water,” you tell him, “and I’m very particular about how it tastes.”

“While I am starting to connect the dots now,” Pantalone says, “having pointy ears and preferring imported Mondstadt mineral water over filtered Fontaine tap water doesn’t immediately scream spawn of the hydro sovereign, which… be honest, darling, what were your expectations for how this lunch would go?”

“That you two would start ranting about Archons and become best friends,” you answer, “especially regarding Rex Lapis.”

“Ah, common enemies. That’s historically a very good base for friendship.”

You peck his cheek. “It’ll be fine, now come on before my father wonders what’s taking us so long.”

With the album still tucked under your arm, you leave the room and Pantalone standing inside. He blinks, digesting everything you’ve just told him. He was expecting a rich father. He was expecting a politician. He expected someone with some amount of power. He’s not sure of Neuvillette’s exact amount of wealth, just that it’s the one thing Pantalone has over him while Neuvillette excels in everything else. Does this also make the melusines your sisters? And what of Lady Furina? Did this mean an Archon was, what, your aunt?

He takes a deep breath, makes a mental note to double check that his last will and testament is up to date when lunch is over, and puts on the polite, smiling mask before he leaves the room.

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