#v; a damsel and a knight

[endlessxrealities]

@breakbcnes 

Aemma Arryn, Queen of the seven kingdoms, wife of his Majesty, King Viserys Targaryen.... was dead.

The woman wailed in agony, as Lauren, her dearest handmaiden, knelt at her bed side, holding her hand, and gently dapping her face with a damp cloth.

The younger girl, only nineteen, held fear in her heart for her queen. The midwives had seen many tough births and pregnancies; fmore than a few Aemma was the mother involved, but even Maester Mellos had demanded his majesty be summoned at once.

It wasn’t entirely uncommon for a father to be present for the birth of their child, but most let their women endeavor alone. Lauren had been present for the last three pregnancies of Aemmas; and while her majesty told the much younger Lauren at the time, that Viserys had been present for the birth of their first three children, the last having been born already dead.. he’d begun waiting outside her chambers at most.

When the King arrived, Lauren tried to refrain from eavesdropping, not leaving her spot, as Mellos spoke to him quickly. She realized at a certain point, that this day would not end well for her queen and her babe.

“They’re going to take the babe out now.” 

Those words from her King, spoken with admiration, and love, right before her, holding the other hand of his wife. 

Lauren’s breathing was heavy, and loud - the poor girl panting as she stumbled down one of the many halls; mainly empty, as most were at the tournament. 

“You grace, I must insist that you reconsider-” She’d tried. She tried, knowing in technicality to voice disapproval of her kings decisions to his face could cost her, her own life.

“The decision is made.” He’d said, sparing her a glance; not wanting to see the tears that welled in the young girl who he knew cared for his wife close to as much as he had.

Lauren found an alcove, a decent ways from the Queens chambers now; and finally gave into gravity’s force, falling to her knees, holding onto the wall, as she still tried to find the air that she couldn’t seem to keep. The brutality of the last five minutes alone replaying over and over in her head.

“No I’m scared... Viserys no, please! - No! NO!”

Now it was Lauren’s cries that filled the halls of the Red Keep, for any and all to hear.

[eddiesxangel]

Eddie’s Fantasy | Knight!Eddie x Princess!Reader

Semi proof read. Based off this blurb

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CW: Roleplay, reader addresses Eddie as 'sir' but not in a dom way, more of a respect kinda thing... it goes with the roleplay, you'll get it. Pure porn with some plot, oral (m+f), p in v, unprotected sex, breeding/cream pie, f!reader.

Needy kisses were passed between the both of you. You and Eddie sat on your bed, his hands gripped your hips, guiding them back and forth over his strained cock that was trapped beneath the black fabric of his jeans.

"Tell me your fantasies, baby," cooed him as you twirled a piece of his hair and sat in his lap.

The sex is always great and amazing, but you feel like Eddie is holding back on you; there is something he wants to share with you but is too timid to admit it. You’ve only just started dating. You’re at the stage where he just asked you to be his girlfriend, and you can’t keep your hands off one another.

"I-I-" he stutters as his eyes drift to the book sitting on the opposite side of your bed.

You follow his eyes and look over to see the book you had been reading before Eddie came over. You observe the cover he is looking at; a knight carrying a princess as he saves her from her capturers.

"Oh, baby, you want me to dress up like a pretty princess?" You smile.

Eddie nods his head profusely, mouth agape.

"Are you going to be my knight in shining armour? Do you want me to reward you for saving me from the dragon?" you ask with no judgment in your tone.

You hear Eddie curse under his breath as his chest rises and falls rapidly.

"Have my tits all pushed up in a pretty pink corset for you?" You lean in to brush your plush lips against his skin. "You wanna watch how they bounce as I ride my knight in shining armour?"

"Y-yes," he stutters.

"Okay, baby, I can be your damsel in distress"

You had it all planned out: You found your old Halloween costume, which you embellished a little with a pink corset like you promised, some petticoats for volume, and some extra jewels to really sell it. You curled and pinned your hair with smaller braids, just as he liked it.

You arranged to meet him at eight. As you were fixing your makeup, you heard a light knock on the door. You don't need to let him in, as he has his own key.

“Hey babe,” he calls out into the empty living room, seeing you were not in sight.

“Eddie! Quickly im in here!” You say with urgency.

You can hear his sock-clad feet pad down the hardwood floors as he rushes in to investigate, but he stops dead when he sees what you’re wearing.

You quickly turn, and he can see everything, the pink and blue lacy gown adorned with a lace corseted bodice that your breasts are pushed so far up his dick was hard in an instant. He loved the dainty curls that fell by your pretty face. You looked like a fairy princess, and he swore that’s when he fell in love with you.

“Oh, Sir Knight, thank goodness you are here!” You flung yourself into his arms. I never thought I would be saved!” You cupped his confused face and kissed him passionately.

“Baby, what is?—”

“Shhhhh, the dragon is so very hungry, they said I haven't much time.” You look around your room frantically.

“Ohhhhhhh!” And then Eddie gets it, and holy shit is he excited.

You give him a look to not break character.

“Oh,” he clears his throat. “I’ve travelled far and wide trying to track you down, Princess. It’s been an awful long journey.” He takes your hands in his and brings them up between your two chests to kiss the back of it.

“How could I ever repay, Thee?” You bat your lashes at him.

“It is my duty as your knight to protect you, Your Highness.”

“There must be something?” You creep closer and closer to him, letting your hands twirl a loose tendril.

“Well, there might be one thing,” he chides.

“Yes, Sir Knight?” You speak as you lean into his neck, gently brushing away his curls so you can leave a soft kiss on his neck.

“Shit, that’s good,” he whispers as your mouth travels lower to his collar bone and your hand glides down to his already erect penis.

“I would like to express my gratitude, Sir. Can I?” You start palming him through his cotton pants.

“Y-yes, Princess, I’ll do anything for you.” God, he was such a simp.

You give a satisfied smirk and sink to your knees. Your dress pillows out, and Eddie can’t help but moan, seeing your breasts falling out of the corset at this angle.

“Fuck baby, you’re too good to me; I am not worthy.” he cups your face, and you nuzzle into it. You’d do anything for him.

“Anything for my knight in shining armour.” You bite your lip, gazing up at him; your doe eyes don’t break contact until your hands finally help his cock out of its cotton confines.

You hear Eddie take a sharp breath as your glossy lips touch his reddened tip. You can taste the salty pre cum as you place it in your mouth.

Eddie wants to grip your head so badly in his hands but doesn't dare, knowing you spent all this time preparing for him. To be his pretty Princess. Just the thought alone was going to make Eddie cream his pants.

Eddie watches, not wanting to blink; he can't miss a moment of this. Your perfectly outlined glossy lips swallowing down his cock, your beautiful eyes gazing up at him lovingly.

You break eye contact when you feel Eddie's bush tickle your nose. Trying to slowly breathe, you swallow down and hear your knight moan from above. Slowly, you pull back, tasting every inch of him on your tongue before you push your head back into him at a much quicker pace.

You pump your hot wet mouth on Eddie's cock, enjoying every minute. You loved having this hold over your boyfriend, as you were the only thing he was focused on in the world.

"You suck my cock so good," he hisses, trying not to cum just yet.

With a pop, you release his cock from your mouth and replace it with your hand as you move lower to suck on his balls. No longer caring about your makeup, you smear your face into the wet skink of his undershaft, needing to worship him like he deserves.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Eddie was so close, your hand was jerking his so smooth and fast he almost exploded, but he stopped you just in time.

"I need you, princess, please." He begged.

"How do you want me?" You stand back up, and Eddie flips you around so you're facing the bed. You walk over together, and Eddie instructs you to lie down on your back while he undresses.

He gently guides your head down on the pillow, ever the gentleman.

"Need to treat you like the Princess you are." he hums as he gently peels up your skirts layer by layer to see you're not wearing anything underneath.

Eddie could see your pussy was already soaked, his mouth watered, and as he got closer, he could smell your arousal, which drove him insane every time.

The sweet aroma filled his nostrils; he had to taste you. Slowly, his soft lips trailed the inside of your thigh, leaving small bites to claim you as his. He crept closer and closer until the small hairs from your mound tickled his nose.

You hear Eddie take a deep breath and inhale sharply as you watch his eyes flutter shut, finally satiated.

Your eyes are closed, soaking up the moment; you feel a hand trail up and squeeze your breast as the other circles your entrance. You move your hand to cup the one that’s cupping your breast and guide it so the fabric releases your nipple.

Eddie loved your taste so much he could bathe in it. His sloppy kisses make your mind go blank as his saliva and the mix of your slick coat your inner thighs, the bed sheets and his face. You open your eyes and can see his face is glistening. You're absolutely dripping for him.

"B-baby! Baby! Baby! Baby!" You chant as your breath quickens. He loves seeing your chest rise and fall as he looks up at you through his lashes. Your sweet moans are his newfound favourite genre of music.

His tongue flicking over your clit over and over and over. Nipping and sucking and swirling as your wriggle beneath him. His strong large hands have your hips pinned down as you try and grind your pussy on his face. His fingers are diving into your plush hips, and the rough stubble from his chin and upper lip only makes the feeling much better.

Your orgasm hits you and your cum it's like liquid gold on his tongue. Eddie doesn’t hesitate to lap up your cum leaking out of your hole catching every. last. drop.

"Such a good job for me," he hums into you, sending waves of aftershocks through you. You gasp into his eyes, swearing you’ve never felt so loved, even if you have yet to speak those three words to one another.

“I need you, please, Sir.”

Eddie has totally forgotten about the roleplay until now. He was so consumed, pussy drunk, that your words only had him aching for you all over again.

“Time to show me your gratitude, Princess.”

You sit up and make room for Eddie to lie down on the bed because your usual position was for you to ride him. He loved to watch your tits bounce, to latch on your nipples while you bounce on his cock like his little bunny.

You go to take off your skirts because Eddie loves to watch as he disappears inside of you, but this time, Eddie stops you from undressing.

“No, please leave it on.” He asked while stroking his cock. You watch as his big hands grip the shaft, only making your pussy clench around nothing. No longer could you wait; the anticipation was too much.

Bunching up your skirts the best you can, Eddie guides your hips to be aligned with his shaft. He nods, and you sink down while he pushes himself up into you.

The sight before him is enough to have him cumming instantly. Your tits are so far pushed up that they’re basically falling out of your top, your head is flung back, exploding your neck, daring him to mark, your dress falls as you grip his shoulder for balance, and he is enveloped fully inside of you.

“Fuck you’re so tight.”

“You’re so big, I’m so full,” you moan as you raise yourself on your knees so you can ride him.

“You’re so perfect, my perfect Princess,” Eddie mumbles, leaning in so he can press his face in your chest. You start off slow, building up speed with each bounce.

A loud moan leaves your throat in reply to his praises.

Eddie is consuming you; even if he’s under you, you’re being devoured by him. His hands, his mouth, his thick long cock filling you so good you’re about to cry from the pleasure.

“Gotta take what’s mine,” he grits before he pushes the both of you up, and you land on your back, and he’s hovering over you. Quickly he pounds into you, eyes not veering from your chest as he watches your tits bounce.

“Are you mine, Princess?” His hips slap so hard into you that you feel his balls slap you with each hard thrust.

“Yours! All yours!”

Eddie swears his heart melts when the admission leaves your lips. He’s always waited for a girl like you to come around. Now you’re here, doing this for him and enjoying it? He never thought he’d be here with you.

“More,” you moan

“Not good enough for you, your Highness?”

“I-I-I,” you can’t speak, but Eddie knows what you need.

“Gonna fill up this pussy so good.”

Before you know it, you’re being flipped around, and your head is pressed so far into the mattress your neck is craned, and it hurts, but you pay no mind because Eddie has you propped up on your knees, your dress is flipped up, and you’re all spread out, and he is ravaging you with his mouth once more.

His nose pressed into your ass as he tongue fucks you.

Your moans are muffled by the plush pillows your face is stuffed into. A small wet patch is forming on it from your drool. Your eyes are rolled back, and you're in absolute heaven.

Eddie's hot wet tongue runs up your soaked slit before he pulls back with a moan before he breathes you in as his face is drawn to your pussy like a magnet.

“More” you need his cock once again. Nothing will be able to satisfy your needs.

“You want more Princess? You want me to fill up this pussy so good your belly will swell with my seed?

“Yes!” Your white knuckle grip on the pillow almost tears it apart.

"Mmmmm, that's my good girl. Tell me what you need. " he encourages as your mains rip from your throat.

“You, My Knight! You, you, you!” Your pussy clenches over nothing once more.

You're so close that you feel it building up more and more until you break. Eddie feels you quivering beneath him, and he pulls away and quickly inserts himself before you feel a sharp slap on your ass.

“Eddie!”

Nothing pleases him more than to hear you blissed out because of him.

“Oh, Princess!” He cried, flinging his head back, fucking you with reckless abandon.

Your legs almost give out as your body shakes with ecstasy. You can’t hold it any longer; everything is Eddie, everything is beautiful. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You hadn’t even released. You were changing his name as your pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice.

Uneven thrusts continuously pound into you until you feel the grip of Eddie’s fingers dig into your flesh so hard as he cums deep inside of you, you squeak, and Eddie loosens his grip immediately.

“Need you,” you slur mindlessly.

“You got me, Princess.” You both collapse on the bed, and Eddie's weight is comforting.

“And they lived happily ever after?” You try and roll over to look at Eddie; he pushes up and but so you can roll back over.

He kisses your nose. “And they lived happily ever after.”

Tagging some mooties: @jamdoughnutmagician @littlexdeaths @voyeurmunson @ceriseheaven @munson-blurbs

[eccentricallygothic]

|| Fiddle ||

Description: Curtis is a soldier from lands far away. Curtis loves to tease you. Curtis is a jerk. Curtis is your husband. You do your best to deny Curtis' existence. Curtis doesn't mind. Because Curtis knows you are a fiddle to his touch, whether you like to admit it or not.  

Pairing: Soft-Dark Army Chief!Curtis Everett | Spoiled Crown Princess!You. 

Disclaimer: I do not own Curtis Everett (sadly). This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact. 

Warning(s): Soft-Dark Curtis, he's kinda crusty dusty, forced/arranged marriage, power imbalance, fluffy smut with dark undertones that gets rough, groping, making out, dumbification, degradation, self degradation, ddlg undertones, he's intimidating, pet names, infantilization, play fighting, m!dom, f!sub, unprotected p-in-v intercourse, cock riding, overstimulation, doggy style fucking, spanking, choking, hair pulling, he's a man. 

Note: Was gonna post a Sy thing tonight but it's not done yet and I am extremely tired so here's a little Curtis piece I did the other day.

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Curtis' eyes are closed as he leans his head against the edge of the tub, his huge body relaxed in the warm water while a content smile tugs at his lips. There is nowhere in this whole wide world that he would rather be than in this moment right here; relaxed after a long day of hard work and in the proximity of his dear lady. The contemptuous voice of said lady, although hostile, is music to his ears as it rings in the distance between them while she begrudgingly rubs away at one of the many dirt spots on his body with the use of a soft sponge. 

"Ugh, what do I, The Crown Princess, get?!" You are muttering to yourself like a typical naggy wife. "A fuckin–" your words lock in your throat automatically when your husband's eyebrows furrow in disapproval. "A frickin' no name foreign soldier!" You hate how he doesn't even have to open his eyes to get you to correct yourself. "While all my stupid friends– stay still!" You reprimand when one of his arms that you had extended in your direction to scrub the grime off of begins to get antsy in your lap for the sole purpose of annoying you.

Curtis chuckles and that irks you even more, as if your tiara placed on the opposite side of the tub on a little stool for whatever reason glinting at you isn't enough. 

Your husband is a jerk and he's probably rubbing your nose in the fact that despite being all-powerful after your father The King, you still have to bathe his stupid dirty body like a common wife. 

Ugh, you hate him.

"I am sorry, my love."

But you can't protest in the way that you want. 

Because your stupid father had issued a decree upon your arranged union to him. That you would only be able to keep your crown if you stayed true to your husband and kept him happy. Otherwise, the Army Chief -a stupid title held by your idiot of a husband- could usurp your future throne and do with the kingdom -and you- as he pleased. 

You hated it. 

But you loved your position more. 

However, your rascal of a husband made it even harder for you to stand him and keep up with the bargain when he asked of you cringy domestic services that made you want to punch him square in the jaw. 

But alas! 

How powerful is a damsel against her knight in shining armor? 

You continue when you have made sure that he won't try and reach for your breasts now. "... While all my stupid friends got to have dukes and nobles and aristocrats, I get a crusty dusty baldy from who knows where!" You hate how your boobs hang from the neck of your dress. 

Your depraved husband had them make a whole new wardrobe for you after your wedding. 

And the fittings and cuts on your home gowns made you want to kick him. 

He further irritates you when he lazily splashes some water on you in a playful fashion. You click your tongue at him and widen your eyes in warning even though he can't see you as you pinch his arm. "Stop it, baldy! Do you even know how long it takes to wash and style hair? Exactly!" You glanced at his buzzed head. "Stop splashing your stupid grimy water on–" you gasp, fully offended now as he remains unbothered with his eyes still comfortably shut. Water drips down your nose due to the hefty handful of the soapy water that he has just hurled right onto your face. 

"You–!" You toss the sponge into the tub angrily as you reach for his face with your claws. "You are DONE! I will end you today– AHH!" You screech when he manhandles you quicker than you can process it. The only thing you see is him opening his intelligent blue eyes before he gathers your offending hands in one of his much bigger, rougher ones and the arm that you had been cleaning wraps around your waist before you are pulled into the water. 

… You are in utter disbelief.

Your mouth falls open in shock as your eyes clench shut to suppress your rage. "How's this?" Your jaw ticks at his cocky tone. Warm water helps itself into your heavy gown and you're getting drenched by the second. You don't even struggle to try and get out because you are all too familiar with the unrelenting quality of the vice grip that he has placed on you. 

You stay quiet for a bit and just let yourself simmer in your rage while you try to think of all the reasons why you shouldn't lose your shit. 

But your husband is insufferable.

"Figured you could use some cleaning up too after a long, hard day of sulking around in luxury and jewels inside the castle" that seems to set you off in an autopilot and you begin to vehemently try and shake him off. But it's impossible to do so in the hold he has you in and that makes you even more passionate towards your resolve.

The bathwater goes splashing all around as you grunt and groan, wheezing a few seconds in by the struggle you have to put forth. Your eyebrows crease together indignantly and you kick your legs hard, pathetically weaseling against his chest with your hands locked above your head.

Curtis is no more than amused while you fume. He wordlessly holds you down with adoration in his pale blue eyes as a soft smile tugging at his bearded lips. He remains quiet and soundless until you open your mouth and then he's laughing at you. 

"Unhand me, fiend!" What? You read that in your literature lessons recently and thought it sounded cool. 

"Oh," your husband begins to shift forwards to press you against the edge of the opposite end of the tub, "but the big bad fiend fancies himself some little princess now" that's another thing you hate. 

He always tells you you're too small for big girl things and that's why you need to be taken care of. That that was also one of the reasons behind your father getting you, his only child, married to a man like him. 

That you needed a firm hand in your life that only he could provide.  

Absolutely absurd, right?! 

"I AM NOT LITT–" you suddenly freeze amid your struggle because your eyes have subconsciously flickered down to his pink chapped lips while his breath fans your mouth. You can't decide whether it's the way Curtis' chest firmly presses against yours or the way he has your arms suspended above your head in such a… big way that you inch your head upwards and mindlessly meet his lips, way too carried away by the memories of how good they feel to be rational.

As always.

The hungry way in which he kisses you back takes your breath away and both of you begin to claw and grope at each other everywhere you can like you are lovers who have met after being parted for years. The brawling couple is nowhere to be found, for a different kind of tussle has been initiated. 

Your access to him is less complicated and more pleasant because he's completely bare. But the way Curtis growls when he's kissing the length of your neck and the lovebites that he likes to leave on your tender skin indicates that he does not appreciate the barrier of your skirts between himself and you. 

"Up" he separates his lips from your jaw that he now nibbles at just enough to husk out his order. You quickly obey as you feel your arousal fill your already drenched undergarments, deciding that fighting could come later. You had the rest of your lives to do that, after all. Not that you liked to admit it when you weren't about to mount his cock. 

Curtis sits back and pulls you on his toned thighs to have no hassle access to you. You whine and grind yourself against his erection as he peels all your clothes off hurriedly, occasionally grunting under his breath when you get too rough because of your need. 

"Come here" he keeps your jewelry on but pulls and tears away everything else. Picking up your extravagant tiara from the stool, he places it on your head and you can't help but clench before rocking your hips harder against his. 

It's a silent assertion. 

An act of dominance. 

A paradox. 

You could wear the crown and have all the power in the Kingdom over every single person but your husband. 

Curtis was your regulator; your owner. 

The real master. 

You were the silly little puppet that he controlled with his cock.  

And while it never fails to offend you later, it always makes you even wetter when your bare body is pressed up against his. 

You whimper to yourself as realization dawns upon you; was this why he had the tiara placed here in his reach when you started? Did he know this was coming? Was this supposed to happen? Had your husband tricked you into becoming the wanton little thing that he always made out of you? 

You whine with a timid shake of your head as you place your hands on his broad shoulders to signal him to not move when he goes to place you under him. "W- Wanna ride…" You mumble like a baby and the tenderness of your tone has him roughly inhaling before he grabs your ass and squeezes it harshly, forcing your straddle to widen against him.

"Sure you can take it on your own, honey?" Even in your submissive state, you roll your eyes before puffing your flushed cheeks and that's how Curtis knows you are the one for him. 

"I think I know how to ride my husband's dick, thank you very much" he snorts.

"Oh, so now I am your husband, huh?" You groan and clamp one of your hands around his teasing grin as you reach into the water to position his tip against yourself. 

"I swear, you're so fuck– ow, Curty!" Your eyebrows rush to meet as you let out a high pitched throaty whine.

"Language" he warns dangerously as he glares up at where you're suddenly hugging his shoulders sensitively so his face is between your boobs. 

The combination of the apex of his dick twitching against you along with a punishing smack resounding against your wet ass had been too much for you to handle. 

You were just a fragile little baby, after all. 

"S- Sorry…" Your knees shake as you remain propped up on the top of his cock, too stuck around his monstrous girth to sink down and too needy to let go. "P- Please help, Curty" he has to raise one of his thick, dark eyebrows at that. 

"But I thought you were a big girl who knew how to ride her man's cock" shame nibbled at your blushing cheeks. 

"N- No… n- not big, Curty. P- Please… n- need you so bad" you uncomfortably shifted on the top of his cock. "P- Please help…" He hummed as he let one of his hands roughly fondle your ass cheeks, his beard feeling the soft cushions of your boobs. 

"Are you saying that you admit that you are my dumb little girl who can't do anything on her own and needs me for everything?" You nod so he moves you down but stops halfway to torture you just that bit more. "Say it" the slap he lands on your butt causes your cheeks to jiggle feverishly and you arch your back at the pain with a loud whine. 

"I- I…" You clench needily around him and feel yourself getting wetter at how great that one thick vein of his cock feels around your walls. "I admit t- that I am a stupid little girl and I can't do a- anything on my own–" you have to pause to recollect your breaking voice, the tension in your band of muscles that his rock hard cock stretches forming knots in the base of your stomach. "A- And that I need m- my hubby for everything" Curtis hums and he finally rests his back against the tub again as his hands aid your movements up and down his cock to get you to adjust to him. 

"Now thank me" you clench and feel your toes curl when he begins to pay attention to your erect boobs and his beard scratches the skin, chapped lips grazing your nubs in a way you can only describe as pleasurable. 

"Thank you!" It is breathless and erotic in tone as your hands curl around his shoulders. "Thank you for h- helping me, hubby" your hips start to work on their own now, the water that is beginning to turn cold splashing down on the floor as you slide yourself up and down his hard cock. 

"Wouldn't have been able to do it on your own, huh baby?" Curtis' teeth are sharp around one particular nipple that he had neglected the last time he was on you -which was a night before the last- and now he began his addictive mix of sucking and biting at the bud so you would be reminded of him every time anything brushed against it. 

"N- No, hubby…" The fact that your nails are digging into his hard pale skin -that doesn't get tanned no matter what, much to your confusion- but it doesn't seem to bother him as he rams up into you each time you land on his balls makes you reach for your pussy only for your hand to be smacked away. 

Uh oh.

It's a rule; your body belongs to Curtis and only he gets to touch it.

"And why is that?" Your vision gets dizzy as his tip begins to collide with your spongy bundle of sensitive nerves now, his girth having finally parted your walls enough. 

You feel yourself in a daze as you gasp down at him, one of your hands mindlessly stroking his sharp features. Curtis' body is the most stunning contrast of light and dark. His skin is white as snow -almost as though he has been carved out of frost itself- and his thick hair is nearly black. He hasn't yet disclosed to you his origins or the backstories of the many scars that litter his body. But the menace with which he wields a weapon -though he prefers not to be a soldier around you, unappreciative of you ever showing up on the field or anywhere near it- and the way your father trusts him with all of your lives sends the faintest chill of realization down your spine. 

Your husband is not as simple as the Kingdom Protector that he makes himself out to be. 

Because the ruthless way in which he shot down the person who tried to abduct you when you tried to flee your wedding makes you wonder if you even want to find out just what you open your legs to everytime you can. 

Or he wants. 

"Hm?" Curtis pulls you out of your fear inducing reverie. "Answer the question and I'll give it to you, baby" you feel your tiara slip to one side and go crooked on your wet hair when he gives you a particularly hard thrust. 

"Ugghhhheeee!" You gurgle as you throw your head back because of how he bites your nipple at the same time. You rake your mind to remember where you were, clenching hard around him when it does come back. "B- Because I am too d- dumb and my l- little pussy is too small to handle you all by myself, hubby" the profane words that would usually sting you tongue and appall you only further add to the pressure building between your hips.

You're so close.

Curtis growls and the way he begins to fuck up your pussy indicates that it's taking all of him not to change position and plunder you into the ground. 

But he never refuses the wishes of his Princess. 

His fingers finally creep to where you need him most. "That's fuckin' right" a loud moan escapes you when his thumb begins to swipe up and down your clit. "So remember that the next time you wanna argue with your man who works hard in the hot dirty field all day long so you can be a pretty little Princess in a protected Kingdom" your whole body is on fire despite the water that surrounds you. You're wet, dirty, desperate and on the very edge, the stimulation on your clit pulling at the knots in your stomach harder and harder. You're incoherent with your pleas and praises but Curtis isn't quite finished with you just yet. A firm tap thumps against the side of your head condescending as he readjusts your tiara. "Tell me you'll remember it" before he wraps his muscular arm around your waist to pull you closer again.

"I'll remember it, hubby!" You throw your head back as pleasure erupts up your womb and everywhere in your body. Your knees give out but you keep slamming yourself up and down his dick animalistically like a cock drunk nymph, placing your hands on the edges of the tub and using the grip to help move yourself. "Thank you so much!" Your ears are numb and hot, vision full of stars and neon shapes as you feel your breasts jiggle in a humiliating manner but you are too far gone to care.  

Your heart is still erratic and your hips haven't completely stopped moving when he decides to take back all the reigns of control. 

Being the simpleton that you are, you fail to realize that your husband didn't come. But that's okay. Curtis understands; little Princesses like you don't know anything but selfishness. 

It's a good thing he's a taker. 

"My turn" he breathily whispers in your ear when you have somewhat calmed down and now tiredly rest against his chest while lazily moving yourself on his cock. 

"... H- Huh?" 

A loud groan of protest escapes you when he suddenly rotates you on his cock like it's your axis, shifting onto his knees and moving you towards the opposite end of the tub. You open your eyes to see him placing your hands around the edge of the tub to hold on to, the realization of what he is about to do you causing your eyes to nearly fall out of their sockets as you sputter, too confused and fucked out to say anything substantial. 

Not that your husband would listen anyways. 

That is another rule; you are never to deprive him of anything, yourself being the top of the list of said things. 

Curtis adjusts your tiara again as he moves back to wrap his hands around your thighs to both handle you better and keep your legs that are trying to clamp together wide open for him. 

"Oh!" Your pussy clenches in defense when he begins to thrust into you.

And he isn't gentle about it either. 

"Tsk, comparing me, a husband who serves his wife with his blood and sweat to those sissy elites who have never seen a day of hard work in their lives and only know their fancy words" one of his hands pull back to come rapping down on your ass, causing you to jump with a loud whine, the action causing him to groan as well as it sends vibrations up his cock. "Well you know what, my dear?" He pulls you back by your hair to whisper in your ear. "If it comes to it, do you think those dukes and nobles and aristocrats of yours will be able to protect the honor of their ward like I did?" Fuck, another orgasm is about to force itself out of you due to the sensitive condition of your pussy. "Huh?!" Another slap has you yelling out a response as you get rammed like nothing more than a common whore.

"N- No, hubby! I am sorry, hubby!"

"You better fuckin' be" Curtis sounds fatally dangerous as he holds you to him by a new grip he has placed on the curve of your pussy from behind. "No real man ever wants the name of another on his wife's tongue" his balls clap against your ass in the most erotic way you've ever known. "Don't take my affections for granted" he begins to toy with your folds just to torture you that much more. "You're too spoiled and stupid to handle me when I get pissed, honey." 

He is breathless as he empties his load into you, cursing when the hot burst of thick liquid causes you to fall over again and you clench around him due to the sensitivity. "Look at this, baby" one of his rough hands clamp around your throat as he bends over you to fuck you harder, holding one of your thighs over his arm to allow himself deeper access. "You can't even breathe without my permission… how fucking cute" your lungs burn for air and your brain melts.

"Yes, hubby…" Is the only thing you can hear yourself muttering through the numbness as your body rocks back and forth. You can swear you knock out a couple times as your husband thoroughly fucks his orgasm out and into you. 

Then he pulls you in his arms and against his chest when he is done. 

"My hair…" His cock is hot inside your cavern as you cuddle into his chest, having been turned around again as the two of you snuggle now. 

Curtis has always told you that it's very pretty, just like all your other features. "What about it?" Your husband's own breathing is heavy as he reaches to push it out of your face. Your tiara is long gone and forgotten after it went missing during the fuck. 

"The soapy water ruined it…" You softly pout up at him. 

"I mean…" The warm and blissed out expression in his eyes is evidence that he doesn't agree nor care. Your beauty is something he always compliments with no hesitation and complete honesty. You are the prettiest sight my eyes have ever had the pleasure of beholding. It makes you roll your eyes everytime. "We can be the baldies, the two of us, hm?" You huff and glance at the ceiling tiredly. "The… baldy couple…?" He imitates the way you say it in your exact accent and you can't help but push weakly at his chest to express your dislike. "I mean," Curtis is grinning now. Uh oh, that can't be good, it never is. "Bet the tiara would look even cuter on your shiny cueball head–"

"YOU'RE SO OBSCENE, UGH!" He doesn't mind the childish fist that you land on his shoulder only to whine because his skin is too hard for your pampered little hand. 

Curtis snorts as he reaches for your hurting hand and kisses the top of it before slowly standing up with you safely tucked in his huge arms. "Only for you, honey" before he carefully removes you from his cock and hauls you over his shoulder, smacking your ass to make you squeak as he walks to the shower to get the now grimy bathwater off of the two of you. 

Your head maid shakes her head from outside your chambers as she motions for the rest of your helpers to excuse you for the day. It wouldn't be until morning that anyone would be able to get you two off of each other. 

"The Princess pretends like she doesn't know the Chief but he is the only one who has ever made her so… soft" one of the girls that basically grew up with you and was one of your good friends giggled shyly. 

"That's because she's a fiddle for the Chief, whether she wants to admit it or not" the other one rolls her eyes as they walk away from the group. 

"Perhaps that's what a comfortable marriage is" your friend muses aloud as the two girls turn the corner towards their quarters. "Being hopeless fiddles for each other in our own ways."

It was true, for it was not one sided by any means.

.

[skeletinmoss]

There's gonna be drawings, stay tuned.

You may be a fan a Raven Poetry fic that I'm working on with @lovelivingmydreams . You also may have noticed that we have a second fic named Storm Dove that is basically swap au of Raven poetry. Both stories exist in Raven poetry multiverse. Little did you know we have more aus in this multiverse, and I'm here to talk about them.

They all are based on the ship Prinxiety, so Roman and Virgil are main characters. They have one of the 3 roles: Hero, Civilian and Villain.

Raven poetry has Hero Ro and Civilian V. Classic banter between hero and his regular damsel in distress.

Storm dove has opposite roles Hero V and Civilian Ro. Same but a little different storyline.

Full moon. You may have heard about that one before. Take this if you missed it. Roles: Hero Ro, Villain V. A little bit more spicy. V as a villain seeks revenge for his brother, later with a help from hero comes to light and even starts to work along side his crush. His Star Knight design:

Coming up next! Partners in slime. Hero Ro, Hero V. A lots of sexual tension between colleagues. V is a slime and with his healing abilities he works in the guild patching up heroes and villain victims. Sometimes he goes on missions with hero Elemental Blade where his unsolid body is more useful.

Also one of my favorites. Vampire diaries. We already saw hero/hero au, but how about villain/villain? Virgil can't physically live without blood. Buying it is too expensive, not to mention someone might need it more than just for food. His life of starving himself and feeding of random street people is suddenly turned upside down when one of his victims decide to date him. Roman is a very dedicated boyfriend who will even kidnappe some people for his darling's snack

Last one we have so far is Eclipse. Villain Ro, Civilian V. Falling under mind control former hero is forced to be a puppet in villain's hands. His only hope is his new roommate - tattoo artist with power of runes that can make him invisible or incredibly lucky. Dark atmosphere with a little detective story. Will V be able to notice Ro's hints or will Hero be trapped forever?

[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (V): Blank Space.

Imagine Aegon Targaryen wants to court Lady H/N of House Tyrell, right before his ascension to the throne. But in order to conquer this house’s support, he sends Aemond Targaryen to court you. As people used to say, to play cooing is to play coy…

Warnings 1: based on the movie “10 Things I Hate About You”.

Warnings 2: for the alternative universe purposes, Helaena eloped with a Hightower cousin.

Warnings 3: light smut, light reading, rom-com vibes, fluff.

***

• Pawns in Stranger’s Game.

Aemond has just landed when he’s summoned by Ser Criston Cole to head to the throne’s chambers. The prince grumbles under his breath, already missing the liberty of flying high, where his dragon lady and himself are nobody’s business.

“The king expects to marry Lord Aegon soon”, Ser Criston breaks the silence by updating the prince of the situation. “But there’s been some issues about it.”

“Ha”, Aemond mutters sarcastically. “I wonder why.”

“First, your sister Helaena eloped with Ser Gerold Hightower. A scandal, if you remember well”, the knight is more than pleased in numbering the events, remembering with what Aemond judged to be an amused voice the unexpected day sweet Helaena took the reins of her own life.

“I do”, the prince speaks nonchalantly.

“Second, His Grace is concerned about bringing the Tyrells closer to the crown. They have been neglected in the last decades of your great-grandsire’s government. Now has come an opportunity to embrace it properly in ancient fashion.”

“Marriage.”

“Indeed… But this is an old, proud house.” Again, another hint of amusement in the knight’s voice gets the other male’s attention.

Aemond, annoyed by how this is getting his interest, stops walking and throws Cole a glance. But by now they both stand before a heavy iron made door that is now opening.

Every question is answered when Aemond hears the same old shouting. Like always, the king is scowling at Aegon for some improper behavior.

“…and how dare you to suggest yourself a good dame as Lady H/N?”

“What incident has brought our father into the old throwing tantrums again?”, he inquires Daeron, who’s too busy eating some grapes and serving himself some wine.

“It appears that our sweet brother has seduced Lady H/N of House Tyrell. Oh, no, not in that manner you might think, Aemond. Indeed it has surprised me that Aegon has the capacity to write poems and be a good bard where his carnal needs are concerned.”

“Hum”, is all the other male says, feigning some uninterest in the matter.

“He proposed the said lady, but her father refused. The aforementioned damsel is only marrying after her eldest sister, who attends by the name of Lady Y/N, does. She has quite a reputation.”

“What kind of reputation?”, Aemond asks, struggling to keep his own amusement in check.

Daeron looks at his brother with eyebrows raised.

“Not that kind of reputation, Aemond. She is known as the queen of thorns due to her sharp wit and a sharper tongue. She has quite an odd saying that she’s marrying only for love.”

“And her family has agreed to this foolish idea?”

Daeron chuckles.

“Like I said, the Tyrells can be proud.”

And just like that Aegon turns suddenly at his younger brothers as if he is reminded of their presence.

“Aemond and Daeron! My most beloved comrades!”

Ignoring the puzzle look exchanged between them, Aegon carries in his semblance some odd glow of hope. It so appears this second eldest Targaryen—after his half-sister Rhaenyra, by now married to their uncle Daemon Targaryen, residing at Dragonstone—is expecting to find solution in either brothers.

“I was speaking to our gracious father the king about my utmost desire in marrying for the purpose of serving our family…”

“Go straight to your point, Aegon”, Aemond cuts his brother, in between annoyed and amused.

“I need your assistance in marrying Lady H/N Tyrell”, Aegon does as asked, unwilling to play the dutiful son’s role any longer, specially when seeing how little his father cares about his efforts in doing so.

Aemond rolls his eyes.

“But her sister ought to marry first.”

“Indeed”, and here Aegon smirks. “I may only court Lady H/N if you marry her sister first.”

“I am not…” Aemond is about to snort.

“I will pay you triple in gold”, his brother speaks in seriously tone. “The double in advance to cover the expenses in presenting yourself on behalf of our House.”

Aemond clenches his jaw, but when Aegon takes from nowhere a velvet sac with heavy coins, sense of duty promptly prevails over personal sentiments. He steps in then and before the king and queen, the silver haired prince smirks and says:

“Your Graces, allow me to be sent to High Garden. I shall represent the interests of the crown carefully.”

For the gold, Aemond could be ambitious. But in the end, when has he ever refused Aegon anything?

***

• Roses With Thorns.

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things. Magic, madness, heaven, sin. Saw you there and I thought: "Oh, my God, look at that face. You look like my next mistake. Love's a game, wanna play?

You are at the library, finishing one more reading in this rainy day. Whilst the court of your father and mother has been occupied with musicians, siblings acting like the typical Tyrells, you opt to be distant from the crowd.

Today’s book is a novel about a wanderer and his damsel. Despite the reputation your siblings help creating of you, romance is often the object of your secretive poems. But seeing how rude is the courtship these days, little wonder why you prefer the company of books.

And here you’d gladly stay had your mother not sent her favourite lady-in-waiting to go after you.

“Lady Y/N”, you hear the woman’s voice breaking through the gentle silence that has been your company for the last two hours. “We have an important visitor and it’s crucial that you are there to receive him. I thought that was why you chose to dress your favourite gown, but I cannot understand why hiding away from public is something you’d promptly do.”

You close the heavy book patiently before casting the woman a look.

“I do appreciate fashion, but even more books. I did dress for the occasion as my lady mother warned me about the arrival of Lord Aemond Targaryen. However, I honestly don’t feel inclined to greet him.”

“You are the eldest child, your presence is expected, my dear.”

“The second eldest, Gertrude”, you remind her. “Arrham is the eldest. He is the heir, after all.”

“Come now, no excuses. I’ve brought the headdress.”

Today you are wearing a red silk gown with details in velvet white, designed with the symbol of your house. Your y/c hair is tied in a simple braid but now it’s carefully placed under a local hood. Like most damsels of your position, you exhibit a pair of golden earrings in your ears matching golden rings in your fingers and one necklace bathed in gold.

Small vanities that you quite appreciate. You are still a rose, regardless of the whispers. And so promptly you move to the grand salon, followed by Mistress Gertrude. Your head is raised and your demeanor, very composed.

And when doors open, your heart races and you panic internally. The grand hall, where court is located, is fuller than usually is. Minor houses that answer to the authority of your family sent their representatives. Musicians are found in the corners of the white salon playing a sweet melody and courtiers walk arm-in-arm, engaging themselves in coquettishly talks all the whilst the table is fixed for the banquet.

You feel instantly most gazes turn at you.

“Be brave, sweet girl. You can do it.”

And it’s when you see him, of course. No one else has silver locks nor eyes colored purple.

No man in this salon is devilish handsome. A thought that weakens your knees. But you dismiss it as your mother proudly brings the royal guest to you.

“My daughter, meet Lord Aemond, prince of the House Targaryen. He’d been sent here to represent the interests of the king in amending relations with our House”, so says Lady Roxanna Tyrell.

You curtsy elegantly and the prince bows just as regally. Curious pairs of eyes follow your moves.

“‘Tis my pleasure to make your acquaintance, prince.” You speak gently. “Welcome to High Garden. We pray that you find us a very amicable people, loyal to the crown.”

Aemond smirks. You certainly don’t strike the arrogant type who sweeps away every suitor and prevents your sister to marry. Or so judges him at first.

“The pleasure is mine, Lady Y/N Tyrell. On behalf of the king, I thank you for the warming welcome. Hopefully we can meet in another moment.”

For now, you two part. Aemond feels your eyes glued on his back as he steps away. It doesn’t take any longer before the banquet is ready to begin. And as you take your seat, you capture the gaze he casts at you.

Regrettably you know why. But you behave in a nonchalant manner… for your own sake.

New money, suit and tie. I can read you like a magazine. Ain't it funny? Rumors fly. And I know you heard about me. So hey, let's be friends. I'm dying to see how this one ends.

As the prince is your family’s visitor for some good time, you feel it’s your obligation to lead him to a stroll in the gardens. And here’s when sparks are beginning to fly.

“I suspect my lordship appreciates wilderness in its crude state”, away from preying eyes your tongue rolls loose just fine. “But unfortunately there is little to show within these walls.”

Aemond chuckles.

“Does my lady take me as an imprudent, wild man?”

“Rumors fly like your dragons, lord.”

He certainly is surprised by your tongue.

“Judging by others’ speech is not a wise move, so I understand.”

You turn your head at him, with a side smirk on your lips.

“Is my lord telling me he’s a prudent prince then? Unlike his royal older brother?”

“Ah”, Aemond looks down at his feet for a moment but you spot a shadowy smile curling upon his lips. “So is this what’s it about?”

You give him an amused smirk, not giving away your thoughts so easily. As you walk into the depths of the gardens, passing through some ladies by, you don’t appreciate their long gazes at him… and you swear you could hear something very similar to “he should be in better company”.

“You look offended with something”, Aemond muses after studying you in silence. “Locking your thoughts in the highest tower does not mean you are a careful prisoner.”

You look at him in bewilderment.

“I am no prisoner, lord.”

“No? But you are hardly seen out of these pillars of stones”, says he in reference to a grand castle that’s been built in the days of the Gardners.

“What else a woman such as me should do? Bear heirs and live endlessly at the mercy of her lord husband?”

Aemond is not entirely certain whether he’s entertained by your total disregard to mundane rules or annoyed by it.

“Duty cements relations, lady. This is all I can let myself say.”

You have a bitter answer in the tip of your tongue, but because he’s been so pleasant to you, you hold it back.

Aemond, on his turn, scans his surroundings, in fact enjoying the change of his background for a moment. Different roses and other flowers embellish greens walls that turn this garden in a real labyrinth, leaving the Red Keep’s in a completely failure by comparison.

Heleana would’ve liked here.

“I should better go”, you say, breaking the silence as you do not know how to proceed further. Never the one to flirt or be socially sympathetic, you feel suddenly drawn back. Especially because it’s clear now that this prince is not like others.

Aemond turns his head.

“So soon?”

“I am required”, you lie bluntly. “Furthermore it appears to me we are both here by social obligations”.

The prince turns his head abruptly. Ah. Here comes the thorns.

“Allow me to disagree”, he offers a warm smile, much to your disconcert. “I find your company most pleasant, lady Y/N. This has been an interest garden to stroll around. I could have not asked for a better guide than my lady.”

His manners so gallant bring a small shade of blush to your y/c face. But even then you do not bend your distrustful heart to what this prince may offer you.

Perhaps bearing in mind his brother’s behavior, you say:

“As good as this afternoon may be, lord, a lady as me should not remain unaccompanied for so long.”

“Of course”, Aemond nods his head. “What would people think, right?”

Whether his remark is sincere or masking a sarcasm, you’d not dare to try to know. What really imports is to make your way out of his league before it’s too late.

• Dangerous Liaisons

So it's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames. You can tell me when it's over, if the high was worth the pain…

You are once again in your quarters, reading a prayer book when your sister storms in. Dressed in a ball gown, she looks feverish for this event that holds no importance to you. Hence why you are dressed simply by contrast.

“Y/N!” She squeaks. “Father demands your presence. All Tyrells are at the grand hall for the feast in honor of Lord Aemond. Must I remind you how important this event is?”

Without removing your eyes out of the line that, curiously, admonishes the sin of the flesh, you respond:

“Really? How come?”

H/N does pay an effort in not stomping her foot like a child. She knows she’s passed the age, even if you provoke such childish reactions.

“Mostly due to the interest of our father in joining our houses together. Our mother is inclined in convincing him that I would be a proper wife to my beloved Aegon.”

She sighs romantically, not noticing the side eye look you give her.

“H/N, may I remind you this rascal prince is reputed for pursuing women in the least romantic way?”

“He is different now, writing me every day poems that he’d not done before.”

“Because you are a saintly muse who inspired him a swift change in his nature”, you remark sarcastically.

“Why are you skeptical that people can change?”, she asks you, sounding hurt.

You carefully raise your eyes, finally giving your sister some attention.

“Men hardly change, my dear H/Nickname. You should know that better than anyone else.”

H/N blushes furiously. She detests that you mention the one time she flirted with a good Lannister man in a courtship that nearly ended in a blood feud between these families because Lord Tytus apparently preferred to take as wife his own cousin.

“For a romantic you can be pretty pessimistic!”, and here she comes at you like a knight taking a plea to the king. “My sister, the only reason why father refuses to marry me off to such a powerful nobleman lies in your nonsense belief in marrying for love. You contradict yourself in so many ways… Come and join us at the ball. Convince Lord Aemond and father that I am more sensible now.”

You sigh. When have you ever refused H/N anything? Putting aside your prayer book, you take your sister’s hands and squeeze them in yours.

“Very well. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You smile as H/N pulls you at a tender embrace.

“I’ve always known you were just as Tyrell as the rest of us.”

You roll your eyes at the remark, but chuckle eventually at it. Indeed, the fruit never falls too far off the tree, does it?

*

Aemond detests formalities, more so in playing the diplomat on behalf of his dysfunctional family. For a while, however, this provides a good excuse of staying away from them. Seeing how united the Tyrells are, though, he cannot help but feeling somewhat jealous, wishing his was too.

Now here he is, waiting to act the seducer he is not in order to help Aegon marrying H/N Tyrell.

Frankly, who’d refuse to marry into the Targaryen family? This is such a proud manner…

His thoughts are soon interrupted by your arrival. Many are the eyes drawn to you, dressed impeccably in red and white, a summer silk gown that shows some cleavage and shoulders. The way your hair is tied in two braids each side of your head, showing the jewelry that decorates your skin, only reinforces your beauty.

The prince, who doesn’t like any rivals to dispute what he judges to be his by right, opts to wait for the right moment to approach you. Setting aside from the crowd, he seems pleased to find in your semblance furrowing brows and confused eyes as if you’ve been looking for someone.

Music starts to play and Aemond remains concealed from others view all the whilst he watches you dancing with other men. As much as he dislikes the view, he is patient. You may think you disguise well your social discomfort, but Aemond can tell this is not your environment.

And before some courtier could send you away—for you are evidently feeling out of place and wishing to go somewhere else—, Aemond takes your hand and quickly takes you out of prying eyes and ears.

“Thank you”, you say after a while. “What a tiresome game this is.”

“It is indeed”, he agrees, leaning against the wall, watching you feeling comfortable again. “Shall we head to the gardens or we ought to call Lady Gertrude to follow us in most appropriate manner?”

You laugh quietly at his subtle reference to your flee the other day.

“No. I believe no one will notice me if we stroll around. You, on the other hand…”

“Why’d you think so of yourself? You are no lesser than me due to the lack of royal blood. You are a noblewoman nevertheless.”

“It’s more complicated than it may sound”, you shrug your shoulders. “What is my family but the descendants of a random supporter of Aegon the Conqueror?”

Aemond chuckles.

“Is this how you see the House Tyrell? Your family holds great responsibility to the deliver and production of food, my lady. Not to mention the great number of men to fight wars that are provided by the Reach. This is no little doing.”

You give him an impressed look.

“And here I thought we were regarded as vain folk who live for chivalry.”

“Is it bad to live for this ancient code?”

“We throw feasts and live for mundane matters, forgetting what is relevant. We welcome bards and musicians, we dance beautifully and flirt courteously. But marriages remain politically tactics to enrich our coffers.” You sigh. “How wrong is to actually live for love?”

“And yet you forget you forbid your sister for experiencing it”, he reminds you.

You chuckle lightly in turn.

“My lord, with all due respect, but love doesn’t change any man’s nature.”

Aemond stops the pace, making you turn and look at him, wondering why he stands there under some cork tree.

“Green suits you well”, he muses, pleased to see a color painting your cheeks.

“I know my duties”, you tell him rather shyly. “I would not dishonor my guest, regardless of my perspectives about certain matters.”

“Or men in general”, he teases you.

“Or men in general”, you agree between chuckles.

Aemond doesn’t realize he’s been drawn to you until he gently laces his hand with yours. You are taken aback by such a gesture, feeling some heat spreading over your generally cold skin. When your eyes find his, you say:

“What do you think you are doing? Prince or not, you…”

“I am what I am. You know it too. And you are who you are, that I know as well”, he pulls you closer. “Who left in you a nasty scar, Y/N? A rose as yourself has too many thorns to let beauty blossom so spontaneously.”

You stare into his eyes, drowned in his purple irises. As he rests a hand in your waist, the heat begins to spread over the rest of your body, making you experiment new sensations that so far you’ve only heard from other ladies.

“This isn’t about me. I am merely protecting my sister as I know you protect yours.”

Aemond side smirks down at you, diving into yours, reading too much of your soul.

“I did. I helped her elope with her beloved, haven’t you heard?”

“And have you not been told I am a nightmare dressed like a daydream?”

Aemond releases one hand to rest over your shoulder and then to grab your chin, making you look into his good eye.

“I am told I am insane by countless former lovers”, he chuckles. “I have a bad reputation and yet here we are.”

Aemond and you are so closer now. The heat is like a flame now, burning your skin and he can tell how he effects you by seeing your heavy chest going up and down. His forehead now rests against yours, desire already burning him too, in a slow ache down to his manhood.

But before this flame sparks into something far deadlier, you both hear giggles not too far from there. It is like a dreadful wake up call and you realize you are not dreaming, therefore you should not remain where you are now standing.

“Y/N”, he calls your name when seeing you are about to escape.

“I must leave…”

“Not until you carry a remembrance of this evening.”

Before you could come up with some excuse, Aemond is faster and holds your arm, turning you at him so he cups your face with his hands and there finally kisses you.

And you run, leaving him there… but taking with you the sweetest poison you’ve ever had.

***

• Growing Fire…

Boys only want love if it's torture. Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya

It’s not easy when you are surrounded by ladies who speak about their intimate affairs in such an open manner. Your sister is there, drinking in their experience as she too wonders what would be like to be somebody’s wife.

This somebody, you know, is not anybody. It’s the king’s eldest son, whose reputation of womanizing left you so protective towards H/N. But nothing comes to mind when you think of Aemond Targaryen and his fervent kiss.

“My husband likes to hear me singing his name out before we consume our, eh, flame”, lady Jeyne is telling this late evening.

You wish they’d be quiet, but unfortunately your sister encourages the woman to give details of it.

“It is when he begins to tease me. He likes to undress me himself, forbidding me to do anything at all”, says the said lady.

And here your imagination begins to work, whilst you pretend to occupy yourself with sewing. Your mind takes you back to the core of the gardens when his lips promptly dominated yours. And the taste he left in your mouth remains there.

You wonder if he’d do what lady Jeyne’s husband does to her. Would he exercise any authority over you? Would his callous hands remove every bit of your gown and touch you in unspeakable manners?

You feel your womanhood aching at the idea of his fingers working wonderfulness there, a sensation that also fuels your frustration. For a reason side of yours begins to wonder if he’s like Aegon. If so, why would you picture indecent scenarios with another womanizing man?

When paranoias are about to threat your peace is the moment your castle is close to tumble down. The ladies gathering is interrupted when your mother in person step inside you and your sister’s privy chambers.

“H/N!”, she exclaims. “You must come with me at once. Pride is no more our best shield.”

“What’s wrong? What happened?”, you join your sister’s voice before your mother’s restlessness state.

“The prince is here.”

You’d think she is talking about Aemond, but H/N is faster in joining the puzzles.

“Aegon?!”

“Yes!”

Quickly all the ladies leave the chambers, and you above all remain confused. Right at the great hall you spot Aegon Targaryen in person, talking impatiently with his brother.

“Finally! I trusted my brother to resolve this matter, but he’s too slow”, says the eldest male son of King Viserys.

You give Aemond a quizzical glance. Seeing a silent question posed in your eyes, the rascal prince comes after you, but he is forced to step back as Aegon is in his moment.

“I must marry you, H/N, at once. Bewitched I may be for this new sentiment that poets compare to redemption, even if I as a man am unworthy it, has taken possess of my soul. Let me profess how ardently I love you, sweet H/N!”

So suddenly you begin to pick the pieces. Aegon had sent his brother to conquer you, for even you were familiar that your father would not marry his youngest daughter first than his eldest, especially after the Lannister scandal.

This means, you begin to think, that I am nothing especial.

And as this thought occurs you, Aemond pales at your reasoning. He then comes after you, tortured by the idea you’ve may come to him.

“Y/N”, he calls your name right there in the midst of corridors. “Please, wait! My lady, hear me out…”

“Please tell me he didn’t pay you to do what you did”, you turn at him, eyes already puddled with tears.

Aemond quietens before the accusation, and for the moment fury seems to take the best of you.

“You rascal!”, it’s all you can say. “Stay away from me, Aemond Targaryen. Go back to your whores. They will certainly make better use of this gold.”

Aemond watches you go, never before left behind like he is now by you. He realizes the wrongs done and opts for waiting a better time to amend his mistake.

The worst susceptibility is to be crudely exposed, openly hurt not by others but by his pride.

He came to love you, but now this love tortures the best and the worst of him, eclipsing him at last…

***

• 10 things I resent in you.

‘Tis the day your sister is leaving behind the Tyrell surname, eagerly adopting the fancy Targaryen one. You attempted to refuse to attend it, feigning sickness, but your mother discovered it and here you are.

Dressed in the colors of your house, you are in no mood to feast or to be in the presence of those dragons again.

“You should be happy for me”, your sister is speaking in an accusing tone. “Because your heart has been broken does not give you the right to part mine.”

Her words knock you out of your self exile. It’s when you realize you haven’t been this good of a sister.

“I’m sorry. I’ll behave. I want you to be happy, I just… fell in my own trap, I suppose.” You admit in a rare moment of sisterly confessions. “I didn’t mean to ruin your day, sweet H/Nickname. I just thought all is better in books.”

“What good is there in living too much in words and forgetting to live life as it is? It’s not pretty to get hurt, but we get better and find other paths. People can change if you permit it, dear sister. Don’t be overly pessimistic.”

That being said, each follows now a different path. You must go back to your place in the crowd all the whilst two ladies help her dress. And as you head towards the grand salon where the festivity is expected to happen, you are met by Aemond Targaryen.

“Lady Y/N”, he greets you rather contained.

You curtsy elegantly.

“My prince.”

“Please, rise. There is no need to us behave like strangers”, he moves now to where you are and help you rise, never letting go of your hand for once.

“I should tell you something.”

“So do I.”

“You first”, you both say at once, before chuckling nervously at the impasse.

Eventually, though, Aemond says:

“No apologies are enough for what had been done. You had every right in behaving the way you did.”

“I despised your acts, true. But I resented how free you made me feel. How foolish you made every night after spending all day with you”, you lower your eyes to your locked hands. “I resented how roguish you behaved, how serious you were, how reluctantly you danced as if I was forcing you into it. I resented how you…”

And here you choke with words. Aemond smiles at himself, gently lifting your chin so he can read your eyes.

“You look adorable when you blush, Y/Nickname.”

You giggle softly.

“I resent the way you read into me easily, how you fight away my fears and how good heart you can be when I was told how bad you are.” And then you cup his face with your fingers. “The one thing I resent more is how I came to love you deeply and sacredly, Aemon Targaryen.”

In this empty corridor, no soul witnesses the precise instant he holds you against him and kisses you most ardently, breaking your castle for once and all, cutting away most of your thorns.

***

• Epilogue

In this large bed of Harrenhal, you welcome your husband properly, not minding how poorly dressed you are.

“How our nuptials are to you, my lady wife?”, he leans his nude body over yours, hands quickly to remove your nightgown, devouring you with his hunger eyes. “Just accordingly to what you’ve been told by your ladies?”

Your face goes scarlet red before being laid down.

“So much better”, you chuckle softly before wrapping your legs around his waist, hands running over his shoulders and chest. “Hmmm. Is it a dream, or you are indeed my husband?”

When his lips move to your neck, taking a while in your chest, you groan softly in response. Sweeter than your dreams ever were, you let him take the reins, having given under his touch so willingly.

“I love you”, he mumbles against your lips, just as he slides inside you.

“I love you more”, and just like that you turn positions.

For he may be the boss outside, but every subject knows that Lady Y/N Tyrell rules her lord husband behind the scenes.

And these are days of summer, where peace is warming and content. That is until autumn comes, but this is for another day…

Regardless of future events, you and Aemond are destined to have a long and happy life with at least a dozen children of your own—he’d gladly come to find out how you came to really enjoy domestic activities a little too much.

[spooky-all-year-round]

Hips

NSFW! Seventh year 19!Garreth x plus size female Gryffindor 18!Reader

I know everyone swears that Garreth is a butt guy, and I'm not here to argue it! But I have a head cannon that he is obsessed with wide hips. He doesn't know why, but they make his brain go brrrr. So once he notices how big your hips have gotten, he can't help but delve into fantasies about you. Also with his family having a history/reputation of having lots of kids I imagine they produce a lot of cum. Characters are 18+!

TW: NSFW, the tiniest hint of fluff, hip fetish, breeding kink, pining, masterbation, thick thighs fetish, thighs biting (imagined), height difference, slightly possessive!Garreth, thoughts of sex, with-holding an orgasm, lots of cum, multiple positions (imagined), mating press (imagined), p in v sex (imagined), oral sex both sides receiving (imagined), deep throating (imagined), small amount of praise

Garreth had thought you were pretty since the moment he saw you. Quickly as he got to know you, you became beautiful to him. Your laugh, the way you looked at him, the way you talked about your hobbies, hell the way you walked became beautiful to him. But he realized his feelings were more intense on the day of your 18th birthday.

It wasn't like you hadn't hugged him before, you had hugged him plenty of times. But this time he noticed a few new things. Things he started paying attention to more after that hug. The hug was innocent enough, but he must have grown a few more inches over the holiday. Because he had to lower his arms to prevent from hugging around your chest, moving them so they rested around your waist. Days later, in potions class he went to grab your waist to pull you away from his couldron that was about to explode. But he over shot his hands and instead of your waist they landed on your hips, and that's when he was suddenly very aware how wide your hips had gotten. They were plush and soft under his hands.

His brain went blank. His first thought was how he could get the chance to grab them again. The thought hit him so suddenly that he frozen for a few seconds, a blush painted his face so fast it was like you threw a bucket of paint on it. He still hadn't taken his hands off your hips as sharp told him off and gave him detention. It wasn't until you patted his hands and said "I think I'm safe now Gar." You had turned your head to smile up at him. Merlin, he swears there had never been a smile as beautiful as yours.

His hands jumped away from your hips but hovered there. "Well if you were a bit quicker I wouldn't have to play the knight to your damsel in distress." He grinned and gave a nervous laugh, letting you know he was only playing. His mind was half stuck on wanting to touch your hips again. He wanted to pull you in by those soft hips and kiss you until you both couldn't breath.

You turned towards him with a grin, "Maybe if you stopped blowing up half the class I wouldn't need to be saved from you 'Sir Garreth'. You're more like the dragon in the story." You giggled and pushed his shoulder gently before returning to your couldron to inspect the damage. What you didn't know was that even though you meant Sir like a knight, he heard it as Sir like he was in charge, and that rattled around in his brain. He was thinking of all the scenarios where you could call him that in not so innocent situations. What was happening to him? Sure you had always been attractive, he's had a crush on you forever. But this was a new level of intensity that he never had before. He wandered over to his cauldron hoping that cleaning up his mess and focusing on trying not to ruin your potion again would clear his mind.

Unfortunately when he went to crouch down and clean the spill on the floor he noticed your thighs. They were so thick, and he imagined they would be so soft. Maybe he could ask to lay his head in your lap later. He could stare up at you and maybe you'd play with his hair. But his thoughts quickly switch to what it would be like between your thighs. Nibbling and sucking on them, leaving his claim all over you with hickies. The idea of you walking around with his marks on you made his head spin. He could slowly make his way up until he got to your dripping core. His blush reappeared at the thought. He wondered what you'd taste like there, he would happily drink every drop of your juices, even if you smothered him to death between your thighs. Oh Merlin, the idea of you sitting on his face while you dripped onto his chin as he ran his tongue on every part of your pussy it could reach, including inside. He'd make you cum as many times as you could take. He had to find a way to breath under water just so he wouldn't have to stop for air. No! No. He had to focus, his body was already starting to react to his thoughts and he couldn't imagine the embarrassment of being hard in class. Worse, you might think that he was hard over just touching your hips! He wouldn't be able to show his face to you again, let alone in this school.

He did good for the rest of the school day, you both didn't share every class together and the ones you two did share after potions you didn't sit next to him. The problem resurfaced when you were both in the common room. He, Natty, and Leander were all talking. He was on the couch Leander was sitting on the ground closer to the fire and Natty was in one of the armchairs. He didn't even see you walk over before you plopped on the couch next to him resting your legs across his lap. He became stock still, he wasn't even sure he was still breathing. He just kept staring into the fireplace and trying to think of anything else. But luck was not on his side today. You scooched down to get more comfy on the pillow behind you which ended up laying your soft plush thighs on his lap. He thanked everything in the universe that you wore thick stockings today because he doesn't think he could handle seeing your bare thighs.

But the current situation wasn't in his favor either. He wanted nothing more than to relax with his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb. He wanted to stay and joke around with you all just like he had done so many times before. But he couldn't ignore that he was starting to get aroused again. The earlier thoughts were coming back and with your thighs across his lap he was going crazy. "I think I'm going to head to bed!" He exclaimed, jumping out of his seat, your legs were unceremoniously tossed off his lap with his sudden movement. He rushed to the boys dormitories without another word, not even waiting to hear anything from you all, completely missing the confused look you all gave him and each other. He had to leave and take care of this now.

He practically threw open the door and closed it just as quick. Speed walking to his bed he threw the curtains open before promptly throwing them closed incasing him in darkness. He did a sealing charm and cast muffliato, he couldn't risk the slight chance one of you would send Leander to come check on him. It wasn't like he hadn't done this before, Leander and him had had a week long prank war more than once, so hopefully he would chalk it up to really wanting to sleep and to not be bothered.

He fumbled to get his trousers and underwear off. Quickly freeing his half hard cock. He spit on his hand a few times before starting to slowly stroke his cock. He let out a soft moan, he was so glad he left when he did. He was becoming hard very quickly. You for sure would have noticed if he had left even a few moments later. His earlier thoughts had floated back but they started morphing into new scenarios. He could imagine you kneeling down on the ground completely nude, himself on the edge of the bed as you sucked him off. Your pretty eyes looking up at him as you took as much of him as you could. You were using one hand for the rest that you couldn't fit and the other to play with his balls. Fuck, the idea was so hot, he would've needed all the strength in the world to not just shove his cock down your throat. He hoped you'd a good girl and take his load in your mouth before swallowing every last drop, or maybe he could cum down your throat and you'd do it instinctively. He didn't know which idea was more sexy.

Then he remembered your hips, so squishy and his eyes rolled at the thought of holding them as he fucked you. He started imagining every position he could think of. Missionary of course would be wonderful, being able to see your face and how you'd react, being able to kiss you, and full access to your chest. He could only imagine the cute little sounds you'd make as he sucked on/ played with your nipples. The the idea shifted to you riding him, watching you desperately bouncing on his cock with your hands on his chest. That would be the perfect reason to hold your hips. He could squeeze them all he'd like while helping you move faster or maybe he'd hold your hips still and fuck you from below.

He felt like he was going to come so he let go of his cock. Panting and whining he only wanted to keep going, but he didn't want it to end to soon. He laid there for a few minutes, panting and letting his body calm down a bit. It had been so long since he masterbated his body was extremely sensitive. Once he felt like he wasn't going to immediately cum he started back at the same pace he left off at.

This time he imagined your face pressed into the bed with your ass up. The thought of your pussy on display for him before he buried himself deep in you made him groan and work his hand faster. At this point his tip was slowly leaking precum all down his cock making it easier for his hand to glide up and down it. But in his mind it was your wet pussy dripping down his cock. His brain then went to a position he'd not heard of before. One where he had you on your back and was pressing your thighs as far back as they could go. You'd be spread out, making it easy for him to press as close as he could to you, and allowing him to get his cock as deep as possible. He'd make sure to rub your clit until you were meeting his thrusts, completely fucked out. Your brain only focused on cumming and having him fill you with cum. The idea of your moans in his ear with your head thrown back made him start thrusting into his own hand. His thoughts flickered to him growling in your ear about how he was going to breed you, how he was going to fuck you over and over again till your hole was filled to the brim with his cum. He could imagine you begging "Please Sir! Please cum in me! I need you to claim my pussy, fill me with your cum!" The idea of you begging him to claim you finally sent him over the edge. He let out a loud moan, tossing his head back as he started painting his stomach and chest with cum. Rope after rope, it felt like it would never end. But when it finally did he was practically covered in it. He bit his lip, he would have to keep from masturbating again so that he could fill you with this amount of cum.

He used scourgify to clean himself up, but he didn't pull his trousers back up. He didn't return to the common room. He just laid there, wondering if you had a crush on him. If you thought of kissing him. Then he wondered if you had ever gotten off thinking about him. The thought made him groan biting his lip again as he felt his cock start to get hard again. He was going to have to find somewhere else to do this, because it was going to be a long night.

Part two

[miss-multi45]

Hi!! Would you consider doing a Sleep Token X reader of what pet names they like to call reader?

absolutely

vessel

he calls you his heart, or just heart.

half of his soul, swan, his prized possession.

beautiful swan is the one he usually says, heart is the one he mostly says.

ii

his little jewel, magpie, gemstone.

dove, darling boy/darling girl/darling.

he likes birds.

iii

my pretty peach, peach, pretty girl/pretty boy/pretty.

his little love song.

iv

number V (5), siren, harpy, torny owl (lmk if I spelt that wrong), his vesselette, his vessel, royalty.

vesselettes

our goddess, god, deity, damsel, Knight.

[theninthdoor]

https://www.tumblr.com/theninthdoor/731711307108253696/httpswwwtumblrcomtheninthdoor729432247823892?source=share

Pls, one similar to bts.

request: who radiates a giver/provider boyfriend vs who might like be the one to be taken care of

Giver/Provider || Jin (knight of wands - he's a super proactive partner overall) and V (ace of pentacles - a natural giver).

50/50 || RM (death - it usually depends on the relationship, but I believe it still is a 50/50 thing most times anyway) and Jimin (nine of swords - he's all in for a damsel in distress, but also fulfills that role at times).

Likes to be taken care of || Jungkook (four of cups), Suga (page of swords) and J-Hope (page of wands). - All are pretty straight to the point, so there's no explanation needed… 4oC = not moving a finger lol. Pages = child-like energy.

(Disclaimer: Based on current energies. All is alleged and for entertainment purposes only.)

[petrichorium]

i would like to hear about how you and Capitano came to be. and also what his kisses are like. aaaand. where he likes to grab you most :3c

answering these out of order bc the first is Lengthy so its going under the cut....... capitano kisses me sooooooo gingerly tbh he has to hold himself back so much. if hes not careful he'll go in for a quick peck on his way out and suddenly he's got his tongue down my throat in front of all his aides and every servant in the manor 😭😭😭 when we r alone its less about propriety and more bc he doesnt wanna overwhelm me so its always a game of me goading him into something heavier.

i think he is a waist grabber above all else....... very prone to putting two big ol hands on either side to set me somewhere (his desk, the edge of the tub, a balcony railing, etc) and just not quite letting go.............. also a frequent corset ripper bc those damn things just get in the way too much. likes to run his fingers up my spine to make my back arch while his thumb is pressed into my stomach n kinda squeeze. and ofc a huge fan of slinging an arm around my waist n throwing me over his shoulder ty.

The full capitano story is sooooo long and convoluted i fear LMFAOOOOOO and possibly subject to change when he actually shows up pfft but for now its the selfship where i dabble in the dynamic being kinda fucked up 🫣 he actually kills my first suitor and then subsequently the two husbands i have before he swoops in and basically pulls rank to marry me himself. there r "valid" reasons for all three of these he'd like to think he would let me be if i found a good man but clearly im incapable of it so he fancies himself a bit of a guardian ig......... have said this before but he has creepy prinecess/knight in shining armor fantasies n justifies uh. killing all the men who have ever touched me w that.

the first one is just a suitor like i said; we’re not engaged yet but it’s all but an arranged marriage bc my family is. Basically being strongarmed into it. The kill happens at a hunt—I genuinely don’t know Capitano at all at this point, and he has No idea I exist.

i have to make my suitor a cutesy lil embroidered handkerchief as like a token of my affection but im like Hell No bc my suitor is A Piece Of Shit so i give it to capitano instead, bc hes so high ranking that my suitor cant rlly complain and he gets a lot so it doesnt rlly mean much. orrrrr rather it Shouldn't but jokes on me, he actually sees me hand it off to his aide and hes kinda Immediately infatuated.

so much so that when my suitor approaches him just before the hunt to basically wheedle him into handing it off, he refuses—in fact this specifically sparks a Very specific delusion of like. viewing me as a damsel in distress pleading for help.

its not premeditated at all but once the hunt begins he overhears my suitor and his friends saying some Very Rude And Then Explicit Things Abt Me and hes like nvm u have chosen death. its a hunt, nobodys gonna think anything of a stray arrow……….

and then when he sees my reaction (thinking it was an accident; feigned shock but Clearly relieved), im kinda done for, the obsession has sunk in. he keeps tabs on me from then on.

the first husband i marry like a year after the suitor’s death. he’s a fatui officer, one of capitano's own men who commands guards at zapolyarny palace. capitano still has not openly expressed interest and is in a bit of a self-deprecating moment of not wanting to approach me, and this guy’s one of his underlings and is v sweet and seems very into me so he lets it happen. we get married and for many years we r genuinely happy.

but then he starts to stray……. capitano learns of this quickly. he’s got informants still reporting p much everything i and everyone close to me do, so hes told when my husband starts frequenting brothels and spending a bit too much time out of the house. unfortunately hes out on a campaign so he cant take care of things himself; hes forced to transfer my husband to the front lines and let the battlefield finish the job.

which is fine, tho it means i never know about the cheating and for a good few years capitano deems me still too much in mourning for him to make a move—bc, like, from my perspective the love of my life had a terrible accident on the battlefield yk. he’s solidly decided hes the only one who can be trusted and Intends to finally make his interest known……. but he waits too long. he’s sent on a campaign which drags on far longer than intended and when he returns ive remarried.

the ceremony happened literal days before he arrived, so rushed his informants didn't even have the time to warn him. this one is another fatui, but the kind that grates on capitano. one of pantalone’s top men—a slimy financier with a gross little grin and fingers in every pie. a man far too assured when he seeks out capitano as soon as he settles in, walks into his office with the confidence of someone who knows more than he ought to.

he offers to whore me out. capitano isn't even sure what the man would have demanded in return, because he's cut him down the moment the words come out of his mouth.

he begins planning before the body is even removed, determined not to make the same mistakes again. frankly he'd have begun courting me that day but he gives me a bit of time to mourn first; lets me move back into my parents' home, keeps tabs on me enough to know when i finally begin to emerge from my chambers and allow visitation from friends.

the first ball i attend is when he approaches me. and it's hardly proper, he knows, to express such obvious interest in a widow of a mere few months, but he thinks my second husband would have done this if he could so capitano has no guilt. the marriage is so rushed he actually can't even attend—he's sent off on campaign suddenly before the ceremony, and though he's only supposed to be gone for a month he insists it proceed without him, all too anxious for what might happen if he doesn't lock me down.

and then it's a slow burn After we r married i fear bc i am so weepy and volatile for very obvious reasons n once im over that ive convinced myself it's a marriage of convenience (that he approached me bc i know how to manage a household and won't be too eager for his attention like a younger, less experienced bride would be) and he's actually. rlly flustered and a bit timid around me tho nobody would Know it lmfaoooooo hes terrified of scaring me off & is actually pretty content just seeing me around his manor so its a game of us flitting around each other for a while..........

eventually i think i do confront him bc we havent. consummated the marriage and that kinda ticks me off ("i get that it didnt mean much to you but damn u dont wanna touch ur wife that badly???") and hes like O.O bc HE was just leaving me to my own devices bc he didnt wanna overstep. very cliched i kiss him he gets a "if we dont stop now i wont be able to control myself" moment and then the floodgates r opened......... frankly its like a belated honeymoon the way we do Not leave my chambers for like two whole weeks. many confessions from him at that time i am v much left in a daze of holy shit wdym hes been in love w me for yrs and still has that handkerchief from when i was like nineteen

n e way thats it,,,,,, JKHSBDFJHB so long im sorry but there u go!!!

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

2019, North Island Naval Base - Rooster

Chapter 2 Part 2 of You Are My Soulmate

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Description:

Bradley loves being able to fly and still come home every night. That's the magic, he's sure, of working at Top Gun as a part of a squadron the Navy trusts with only the most sensitive of missions. Being home, having a home to rest his head, is great. But he can't help feeling like something is missing. Then there is Tinkerbell. He can't get her out of his head. It's like they're magnets, constantly orbiting one another, inexplicably attracted to each other despite it all. It being Hangman, of course.

It all comes to a head during a routine AMDO inspection. Bradley can't figure out why he so desperately wanted to jump to Tinkerbell's rescue when even Hangman didn't look worried. She's not a damsel-in-distress and he's no knight-in-shining-armor, of course.

Disclaimers: Misogynistic speech. Mentioned Homosexual Relationships. Sex Dream. P-in-v sex. Smut.

This content presented in this story is for audiences age 18 and over only. MINORS DNI. I will not be accepting tag-list requests from Blank or Ageless Blogs for this story.

Warnings: Female!Reader

Word Count: 4136 

A/N: Hey All! This is officially Rooster's perspective on the events in Chapter 2! He's a very confused man, but hopefully we can see a little bit more of his thought process here. Happy Rooster Day, Everybody!

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

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It’s officially summer in San Diego. Even at 5 in the morning, Bradley can already feel the heat rising. It’s going to be hellish trapped in a cockpit for hours a day. But San Diego has nothing on the desert. Once you’ve run flight patrols in 110°F heat, San Diego feels like a breezy cool spring day. The new class at Top Gun won’t think so, of course. They’ll be complaining the entire time. The sun will also make them sloppy, easier to take down. An upward climb, put the sun in their eyes, tone lock and that’s it. That’s a Mav trick, but damn is it effective. 

Other than the pounding beat of his feet and the sweat prickling on his temples and dripping down his bare back, Bradley feels good, great, in fact, today. When he'd just started flying, he'd never wanted to teach. All he wanted to do was fly, fly until he became the best of the best. A decade of hard work and a considerable amount of skill later and he can say he's officially reached that goal. Taking the position at Top Gun, disseminating the knowledge he’s earned with blood, sweat, and tears? It feels like the perfect next step.

That euphoric feeling is a glowing ember in his chest as he parks the Bronco in his customary spot in the base parking lot and gets out. A few spots down he can see a gorgeous cherry red convertible. The sight of that classic car, obviously lovingly cared for and painstakingly restored is another indicator that today is going to be a great day. At least, that is, until he sees who gets out of it. 

It's Tinkerbell. He can see the sun shining off of her thick glossy hair, tied back today into a braided bun. She's in uniform and has on sunglasses and is carrying the biggest cup of coffee he's ever seen. She's normal so cheery and chatty. Not today. A frown mars her pretty face and he can practically see the storm clouds over her head. Maybe she fought with Bagman? Where is he? He's always around her, which makes sense, in a way to Bradley. If Tinkerbell was his soulmate, he'd never let her out of his sight. Come to think of it, for the past few months, Bradley's never seen Hangman and Tinkerbell leave together. Not at all. They come on base separately, they go home separately and even when hanging out at the Hard Deck, there's no displays of affection. No kisses or hugs, nothing to show that they love each other. 

It's a conundrum. But really, Bradley can't pretend to know what their relationship is like. Just because his mom and dad were obsessed with each other 24/7, and showed it too, doesn't mean that every soul-pairing has to be. Though he hopes that his soul knows that he's going to adore them every day, unendingly and unceasingly. The first stop he makes is into the male officer’s locker room to change into his flight suit. The rest of the guys are already in the room, and he’s sure Nat and Callie are in the ladies changing room doing the same thing.

When the Daggers walk into the hangar, they find Admirals Simpson, Bates and Mitchell all arrayed at the front of the room. Bradley lines up next to Phoenix and exchanges a questioning glance with Mav. The wink he gets back is no help. Not at all. He notes the new class lining up across the aisle in his peripheral vision. It's all quiet as the assembled twenty-four aviators await their morning briefing. The Admirals don't start, however, until one final person walks in. 

It's Tinkerbell, in a mechanics jumpsuit, with a clipboard under her arm and still carrying that colossal to-go cup. The first time he sees her smile today has his mouth going dry. She's smiling and chatting with Hondo, too low to be heard, but still obviously jovial. She even winks at Mav. Bradley's so tuned to her that he barely pays attention to the briefing, snapping to attention only when Cyclone says her name. After a brief introduction, all eyes are on her.

Bradley's captivated immediately, chewing on his lips as he takes in her form. The jumpsuit she's wearing is generally baggy and not the most flattering. But on her? It takes his breath away. Tinkerbell lights up the room without even trying to. Bradley lets her sweet voice fall into the background as he watches her lips move as she introduces herself and what the inspection today involves. He’s immediately thinking of the burgundy shade her lips had been the night he met her. He has no idea how long he’s been staring when she stops talking and takes a sip of coffee. A drop of the liquid stays stuck on her bottom lip and Bradley’s fixated on the way her tongue darts out to sweep the liquid away. He can feel his pulse jump unsteadily beneath his skin and an tightening of his boxers. He’s never been so glad that the flight suits are on the baggy side.  She’s listing out aviators and that’s when Bradley tunes back in fully, listening for his name. Tinkerbell doesn’t say it though, and when she dismisses the aviators, he makes a beeline for Maverick and the other admirals.

It’s a few minutes before Maverick can talk to him.

“Hey, kid. Are you worried about an AMDO inspection?” Bradley has missed this. For years, he kept himself from having this, talking to his godfather due to his own stubbornness.

“Nah, Mav. Just wanted to know if you wanted to head to the officer’s lounge and get a cup of coffee?” This is probably skirting the lines of propriety a bit, but after so long, Bradley’s not going to give up any opportunity to reclaim what he lost.

“Can’t, kid. Cyclone and Warlock want me rotating between the two hangars. It’s our AMDO Commander’s first inspection round since her promotion. It’s her first test. They want to see how she does. Frankly, so do I.” Mav’s looking out over the milling aviators. 

“Maybe you and the Daggers can do the rounds as well, at least when you’re not taking part in inspections yourselves?”

“You got it, Mav.” Bradley’s quick to salute and leave, briefing the others as they walk into Hangars Three and Four and splitting up into pairs. For some reason, Bradley has ended up partnered with Bagman. As they make rounds of the hangar, Bradley can’t keep from tracking Tinkerbell. He’s unconsciously been following her all day, and when the changeover happens and he ends up in Hangar Three for his own inspection, he spends the entire time intensely aware of her presence. At least, that is, until Hawk begins pitching a fit at the AMDO in charge of the inspection on his plane. 

He's not a bad kid, Hawk, that is. He's just got a traditional case of the regular aviator ailment. He's cocky, arrogant and full of himself. Bradley's seen the files. He's like Bagman used to be when they were at Top Gun, always pushing the envelope. The only difference is, while Bagman knows not to talk back to superiors, Hawk clearly hasn’t learned that lesson yet. He’s already moving before he realizes that Tinkerbell is walking right towards the yelling and will reach Hawk before he will. Hawk doesn’t even seem to care that she’s right there. Hawk’s so loud that Bradley can’t even hear what Tinkerbell says to him. Bradley moves in closer, as he keeps laying into the Lieutenant, her surname is Green, if Bradley remembers correctly.

This is some test, if it’s what the admirals were intending. Hawk’s making a scene that’s got nearly everyone in the hangar milling around. But Tinkerbell stays cool under pressure. She pulls out an air horn from her utility belt and gives it one blast. Bradley’s ears are ringing and he’s at least 3 feet away from her. Hawk was next to her when she let the horn blow. 

"That is enough." Her voice is louder than he’s ever heard it. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Taylor. If you have a problem with a member of my team, you are to come find me. You DO NOT yell, scream, curse, or berate my AMDOs. Frankly, you do not have the authority to do so." 

A handful of words and she’s already commanding the room.

 "You have two minutes. Tell me what happened. Plain and to the point. No flowery language, no blame games, just the facts." There’s a growl in her voice now. It sends shivers down Rooster’s back, and arousal simmering through his veins. But before he can lose himself into the new grit and sex inhibiting Tinkerbell’s voice, Hawk picks up a litany again. He spits out some glossily dressed up bullshit about how Lieutenant Green has been miscrewing panels back into place. Tinkerbell stands tall, moving under the jet to examine the offending screws. Of course, just as she wheels around to let him have it, he starts up again. 

"I mean, I don't even know why the Navy trusts such important tasks to women." Those words have Bradley’s hands clenching in anger. How dare he? It’s obvious he has no idea what it takes to be an AMDO. But before he can interject and dress the little idiot down himself, there’s an arm around his shoulder. It’s Hangman, jaw clenched but nodding 'No' at him regardless of his own feelings. His eyes say ‘Let Tinkerbell handle this.’ 

"It's not like any of you know how to even use a screwdriver properly." Hawk’s voice is oily as he gives Tinkerbell a once-over and clearly finds her lacking if the disgust in his eyes says anything. That look doesn’t affect her at all. If anything she stands up even straighter and gets a few steps closer. With a deliberate cool, she pulls out the air horn and blows a burst so loud that everything, even the ambient sounds of the wind seem to fall silent. 

"Lieutenant Junior Grade Taylor, enough!" Her voice is like pure sex as she gets into Hawk’s personal space, one finger pointed at his sternum.

"Lieutenant Green's work is immaculate. While you've been ranting and raving like a lunatic over there, I've been reviewing her work. I dare say that your jet is far more aerodynamic than it was before you brought it here for the inspection."

Her chest heaves as she pauses. There’s a fire in her eyes as she glares at Hawk.

"As far as your other comments, I just have one question for you. I've seen your file. You graduated from Flight School. So that means you know everything there is to know in the NATOPS for the F/A-18. Correct?"

"Damn straight!" Bradley already knows that the kid has no idea what an AMDO does.

"Lieutenant Green knows the F-18 NATOPS, too." 

He’s confused? At what? Does he not know Lieutenant Green by name? 

"You know, the officer you were just calling stupid because she's a woman? She knows the NATOPS for the F-18, F-22, and F-35 forwards and backward in addition to the E-2 Hawkeye and C-130 Hercules. That's four planes in addition to what you know, correct? You clearly have no idea what an AMDO does. We don't just inspect your planes. We inspect the maintenance protocols for them. There's nobody I'd trust more to inspect a plane I'm responsible for than her."

Rather than focus on Tinkerbell, because that is a boner waiting to happen, Bradley focuses on Hawk. He’d feel bad for the kid, but there were so many warnings that it's ludicrous that Hawk hasn’t picked up on anything. His intelligence has to be exaggerated.

"Lieutenant Junior Grade, your conduct is unbecoming when speaking to a superior officer." Hawk's gawking with his mouth open like a fish while she lays into him. "Be assured, I will be speaking at length about your conduct to Admirals Simpson, Bates, and Mitchell. As for your treatment of Lieutenant Green, I'll expect a full written apology across my desk by 10 AM tomorrow. You're to report to Chief Warrant Officer Coleman for 300 push-ups while Lieutenant Green finishes up her work."

Hawk’s staring open jawed at Tinkerbell as she stands at her highest and stares him down.

"ARE WE CLEAR, LIEUTENANT JUNIOR GRADE?!" The hangar is completely silent as Tinkerbell’s voice rings through it.

"Y-yes, ma'am." Just when Bradley thinks he can breathe again, she turns her fiery gaze on everyone else standing around in the hangar.

"Alright, folks, nothing to see here! The US Navy doesn't pay us to engage in scuttlebutt! Back to work unless you want to spend all night here. I'm not all too sure our complement of Admirals would like the thoughts of us in pajamas, braiding each other's hair as we gossip about which plane is the best!”

Bradley’s chuckling despite himself. She’s such a study in contrasts, Tinkerbell. So serious and commanding in one instance but so cheery and joyful in the next. Each facet of her personality makes her more interesting. It’s going to be a delight to have her on North Island. When she’s alone or surrounded by other pilots, she’s not so bad. But of course, as soon as Hangman walks up to her, Bradley’s reminded of exactly why he can’t get close to her. She’s taken. She’s somebody else’s girl. To make matters worse, she’s Hangman’s girl. Hangman’s not the type to let another man get close to his girl.

He's careful for the rest of the time she flits about the hangar, taking time to speak to each pilot, each member of her team, and each member of the flight crew. It's not long at all before the cacophony of power tools and drills resounds through the hangar. About an hour after the scene with Hawk, Bradley looks up and sees her walk out of the hangar. He makes an excuse about running out for a cup of coffee before grabbing a water bottle and following her out as stealthily as he can. 

If he's been tracking her correctly, and he has, he knows that Tinkerbell will be making her way over to Hangar Four. He nearly walks by her, in truth. She's scrunched up in the alley between the two hangar buildings. She's leaning against the dusty wall with her head in her hands. He doesn't want to startle her, so he clears his throat as obnoxiously as he can.

“Bradshaw.” Her voice is curt, so cold that if he didn't know any better he'd think an ice storm had enveloped San Diego.

He can't help how gentle his own voice is as he says her callsign. “Tinkerbell.” 

Bradley's got every bit of those beautiful doe eyes looking right up at him, and it makes him lose his composure in a way that nothing else ever has.“Was that - um - Was that the first time you’ve had to give a subordinate a dressing down?”

“No.” Her half-smile nearly blinds him, even as Tinkerbell stares up at the sky. Her chuckle is a barely heard puff of breath that turns into words, “I’ve given a lot of those. This is just the first one since my promotion. Each one leaves me feeling terrible after, though. I don’t know what it’s like for men when they have to do something like what I just did, but I know one thing. Taylor’s going to be all over base calling me a bitch, or any other thing which comes to mind. If it were a man telling him the same thing, he’d probably have bitched and moaned for a little bit before ultimately accepting it.”

It's true. That's exactly what Taylor's going to do. He's going to either drag Tinkerbell in front of everyone who asks him what happened or let the rumors about her tank her reputation. Her voice is thin and breathless as she continues, “H-he’s going to be swanning around for the rest of his time at Top Gun glaring at me, and he and I are going to be the center of all of the gossip and rumors floating around because of it. I’ve heard it all before, you know? She’s fucking him, she’s trying to seduce him, etcetera, etcetera.”

As Bradley stands there, just listening as Tinkerbell confides in him, he can't help making a resolution. He resolves then and there that he'll put a stop to it. That he'll keep Taylor from destroying Tinkerbell. Maybe he'll go to Mav, Cyclone and Warlock himself? There is no way Hawk's blatant disregard for authority can stand as it is. It feels so good to just be the force of her attention. 

She's a vision illuminated in gold as the late afternoon sunshine halos around her gleaming hair and drips into golden pools on her skin. When her words run out, he proffers the water bottle in his hand to her. Tinkerbell's smile at that one small gesture is enough to have every thought wiped clean from his mind. It takes an embarrassingly long time for Bradley to lead her back towards Hangar Four, trying, and probably failing to make conversation about AMDO inspections with her.

By the time he walks back to Hangar Three, a paper cup full of the Navy's finest brew in hand, Bradley's smiling from ear to ear. He’s almost too light-hearted for the rest of the day. Everytime he sees Tinkerbell out of the corner of his eye, a ridiculously giddy grin curls across his mouth. When he stops at the base gym afterwards, he plugs in his headphones and loses himself to the music. He’s jamming out so hard that he barely notices the time passing.

It’s late when he finally staggers into the locker room showers. His muscles twinge with every move he makes and the base’s trickling stream of hot water barely does the job. He throws on a pair of board shorts and a tank top and heads out the door. All he wants right now is a beer and something to eat. As luck would have it, though, just as he walks towards the Bronco, he sees Tinkerbell, scrunched down in the driver’s seat of her convertible. It looks like she’s waiting for someone? Probably Hangman, the nasty voice in his head decides to pipe in. What if he comes out and kisses her? Bradley’s not sure he can take it.

What would it be like to have her as his soul? To see that beautiful smile waiting for him in the passenger’s seat of the Bronco? To be able to kiss her until she’s breathless for him? Breathless because of him? Before he can dwell on it, he drives away, giving her a half wave. The entire time he can see the base parking lot out of the rearview mirror, he’s keeping his eyes peeled for the sight of that red car. He manages to put her out of his mind for the rest of the night, but then he dreams.

Most of his dreams are about his mom and dad and Mav. He asks them what it’s like to have a soulmate, what it means to love them, and how to be a good soulmate. Most of the time, he wakes up from those dreams feeling like he’s just been wrapped in one of his mom’s bear hugs. 

Tonight, when he dreams, it starts like no other dream he’s ever had. For one, he doesn't see anybody he recognizes in the room, if it even is one. Everything is foggy and he can feel the wet slap of it against his face, arms and calves as he trudges through it. The only other place where he has felt fog like this was in San Francisco, on the one trip he remembers taking to visit his Aunt Sarah, Pop's sister, right after his mom had died.

Out of the fog an island festooned in string lights comes up. There's a car there, his Bronco, he realizes as he walks closer to it. The doors are all closed, but there are clearly people inside. The windows are fogged and as he walks closer he can hear a bitten off gasp as a hand presses up against the window, leaving a mark on the misty surface. The closer he gets, the more he hears. He can hear himself, calling someone his beautiful, gorgeous, and lovely girl. He can also hear a voice that's immediately familiar to him.

"Bradley!" Her voice is high pitched and strung out. He is instantly captivated by those breathy moans. Bradley can feel himself grow hard as he tries to see who this pretty girl is. On the other side of the car there's an open window, and Bradley can't believe who he sees. Between one breath and the other, he finds himself in the car.

It's Tinkerbell, of course it is. She's bare, every supple inch of skin on full display as she writhes in his dream-self's lap. He's got his mouth on the soft swell of her tits and his hand buried in the wet warmth at the apex of her thighs. When he blinks, he's hit with all of the sensations, of her release soaking his hand as he fucks three fingers into her, the pinching tug of her hands in his hair, the feeling of her hard nipple against his tongue. 

When she cums again, her hips stuttering in their steady pace, he pulls away from her. She's smiling down at him, tenderly and sweet. When she laughs, it sounds like bells chiming in the distance, maybe wedding bells? He can't resist tugging her smiling mouth down to his own, kissing the sensual curve over and over again until her laughter has once again transformed into moans. 

This time, when he trails his fingers through her wet folds, he's met with soft hands over his aching length. She's so gentle as she frees him from his boxers and trails his length through her soaked folds. She feels like sin as she carefully sinks down lower and lower. Her eyes go glassy and wet as her chest heaves and she struggles to take him to the hilt.

"B, baby I can't. You're so big and thick." Her voice is a barely audible coo. Bradley can't resist reeling her in for a kiss, feeling her soft skin pressed up against his own. She's so tight wrapped around his length, like she was made for him. He can't resist scratching at her scalp, freeing the glossy strands of her hair from her braid. She smells like citrus blossoms in bloom and tastes like berries.

Bradley's so gone for this beautiful, gorgeous thing in his arms. He can't resist telling her that as well, as she adjusts, the cool breeze peaking her nipples as they graze his pecs. There's a tattoo against her ribs, something delicate and beautiful that suits her to perfection. He can't tell what it is, a flower, maybe? Whatever it is, he wants to trail his tongue over the stark black ink, to taste every inch of her skin.

Just as he's about to coax her onto her back in the backseat so he can do just that, she's moving her hips. Each undulating swell has her rising and sinking faster and deeper until she's taking Bradley's length from tip to root every time. Her tits bounce with each movement, and he can't resist tracing a bead of sweat as it trails between the pretty globes. Her mewls as he suckles on her nipples has him ready to explode. But he doesn’t, not yet. Each thrust has Tinkerbell falling apart in his lap a bit more. Already her hips are stuttering in their steady pace and she's babbling at him.

When he thumbs at her clit, Tinkerbell cums on his length with a scream. The combination of her heat and how she looks bouncing on his dick have Bradley spilling into her within just a few thrusts after her. Bradley wakes up seconds later.

It's the dead of night. His clock blinks the time in neon green, 2:40. His skin is coated in sweat and there's a damp patch in his boxers from where he'd cum in his pants like a teenager after a wet dream. But even after he's cleaned up, he can't bring himself to go back to sleep again. Tinkerbell's face as she cums is tattooed in his brain. How is he ever going to face her again? Seeing her command a room is enough to give him blue balls. Now? It'll take superhuman control to keep his composure on base.

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[princess-polls]

1C

Gwendolyn (Cursed Princess Club) VS Flute (Violinist of Hameln)

Princess of Pure Reason and Princess of Sweet Rhyme(The Phantom Toll Booth) VS Amira (Princess Princess Ever After)

Tidy (The Little Trashmaid) VS Anemone (Wings of Fire)

Lymsleia Falenas (Suikoden V) VS Claudia (Romancing SaGa)

Ako Shirabe (Suite Precure) VS Alisha Diphda (Tales of Zestiria)

Hime Shirayuki/Cure Princess (Happiness Charge Precure) VS Edelgard (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Timerra (Fire Emblem: Engage) VS Akagi Towa/Cure Scarlet (Go! Princess Precure)

Kozuki Hiyori (One Piece) VS Kitana (Mortal Kombat)

2C

Tiana (The Princess and the Frog) VS Neytiri (Avatar)

Anneliese (Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper) VS San (Princess Mononoke)

Morgana Pendragon (BBC Merlin) VS Elodie (Damsel)

Amelia "Mia" Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi (The Princess Diaries) VS Anastasia/Anya (Anastasia)

Ianthe Tridentarius (The Locked Tomb) VS Xena (Xena: Warrior Princess)

Tamina (Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time) VS Elayne Trakand (Wheel of Time)

Kida Nedakh (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) VS Genevieve (Barbie in The 12 Dancing Princesses)

The Princess (Slay the Princess) VS Zelda (The Legend of Zelda)

1D

Lum (Urusei Yatsura) VS Amelia Wil Tesla Saillune (Slayers)

Frey (Rune Factory 4) VS Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca (Final Fantasy XII)

Urpina Julanius (SaGa Scarlet Grace) VS Loreille (Ephemeral Fantasia)

Anisphia Wynn Palettia (The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady) VS Ashuna Grisarika (The Executioner and Her Way of Life)

Yuri Zahard (Tower of God) VS Hornet (Hollow Knight)

Winter Hayle (The Lunar Chronicles) VS Orca (Wings of Fire)

Laura (Fantasy Life) VS Princess Starla (Nichijou)

Prez/Calpernia (Cursed Princess Club) VS Sapphire Rhodonite (Disgaea 3: Absence of Justice)

2D

Kaguya-hime (The Tale of the Princess Kaguya) VS Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum (Adventure Time)

Snow White (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs) VS Yona (Yona of the Dawn)

Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) VS Cinderella (Cinderella)

Regina Mills (Once Upon a Time) VS Odette (The Swan Princess)

Jasmine (Aladdin) VS Vanellope von Schweetz (Wreck-It Ralph)

Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender) VS Ella of Frell (Ella Enchanted)

Fiona (Shrek) VS Leia (Star Wars)

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman (DC Comics) VS Buttercup (The Princess Bride)

[gold-rhine]

..since you mentioned it, what are the Kaeya kinks?

nsfw warnings obviously

the core thing to understand about kaeya is that he wants to be wanted, and he will become what his partner wants for that. he's a genuine switch bc he enjoys not the role itself, but the reactions he gets out of partner, so he can be any combo of top, dom, sub, bottom and switch on the fly if the mood calls for it. he needs to be the focus of his partner's enjoyment, to borrow from his teapot lines, main ingredient in cocktail of pleasure, so while i think he's gonna be incredibly versatile in adopting to his partners kinks, his own preferences will change depending on the role

like in active\dom role, he'll be more about teasing\controlling the pleasure of his partner instead of getting his own, esp bc he has his self loathing complex of not deserving good things, and bc he needs to be like. THE BEST thing he's partner ever tasted and dream come true, even if its one night stand.

in passive\sub role he's like. the prettiest plaything with teasing tendencies. anything partner wants and calculated pull and push so they don't get bored. bondage\general helplessness as the way to bypass self loathing and compulsory need to put other before himself bc here he has no choice, pleasure is happening TO him, practically against his will, he can't stop it or anything. and bc he craves the loss of control in a calculated, controlled situation where there is actually no danger and he can pretend his defenses are down and he can be open and really himself at least about smth for 5 seconds.

in unhealthy situations, esp when he thinks partner would not be interested in giving a fuck about him, he's prone to dissociating and just letting whatever others want happen, without actually feeling any connection, bc he's too far behind his fake masks.

in more positive note, obv he's v imaginative and enjoys thinking up and acting up scenarios, so is into roleplay, but can derail by getting too much into elaborate plot. like, kaeya can't do like knight\damsel cliche, but he can do a fake damsel who knight is trying tpo save from the dragon but oh ho, its a double cross there was no dragon, it was a trap and the damsel now has the knight at her mercy, etc

[meowthefluffy]

Oh my gosh Maddie tell us about the Prinxiety version of that au! I am also very obsessed with prinxiety

I have completely run with this idea, and now I’m pretty much resigned to the fact that I’m gonna be making this one next after I finish off the cupid au BUT ANYWAY CHARACTER SET UP FIRST:

Janus is Virgil’s father/the dragon witch, and Virgil is Janus’s son/dragon in training! In this area dragons are an important part of the like,, fairytale ecosystem- and are super respected for their role as the villain in the story/main way couples happen. It’s a really big deal and dragons are in low numbers so every dragon has to be on their best behavior. (Also dragons are like shape shifters, so they are people for monologuing and crashing parties but big monsters for fights and guarding their hoards)

Roman is the middle prince of a large Royal Family, and is generally overlooked by his family. He desperately wants to stand out and be important but he doesn’t really fit in at the castle or in noble society- he’s too bossy and domineering to do well as a trophy husband, but not sure enough to be a knight or hero like some of his other siblings. (Also culturally Princes and Princess both get “kidnapped “ as a means of finding a suitable partner, and the rescue is like an elaborate dowery. Roman is expected to follow this trend as his parents deem him unlikely to find a partner on his own, but they need him to be useful to the family by marrying for alliances)

this au would take place over two main sections:

One section where Roman and Virgil are children (ages 13-16)

and one where they are both adults (they are both in their mid 20s and it would take place over a few months)

The kid section would follow the time when Virgil and Roman first meet+and get crushes on eachother. Janus kidnaps Roman as practice for Virgil, so he can have something to guard and a playmate so he can have some social interaction. Janus is a bit rough with Roman in the beginning (he’s never kidnapped a kid before so he didn’t know better at the time) but once Ro’s left fully to Virgil the conditions get way better. (Mostly because Roman bullies him into being nice lol)

Over the course of their time together Roman sort of brute forces Virgil into being his friend and cleaning up the tower he’s being kept in (bossiness 1 Virgil 0) Since Roman is still young and not yet at the age where suitors go out to rescue people it takes a while for anyone to come and get Roman or even try (and his parents don’t intervene because they think it’ll be good for him, to draw in his own suitors early on and practice being a proper damsel) so the two of them spend a couple years together. (They become best friends and It’s all very cute)

But eventually A knight does come to save Roman, the two are separated and Roman is betrothed to the woman who saved him. At this point it’s basically understood that Roman and Virgil will never see each other again- but Roman promises that they will meet again before he gets married (so Virgil can be his best man and host an epic bachelor party for him obviously.. not ya know cause he loves him or anything)

Smash cut to the second half of the au and Virgil heard through the grapevine that Roman’s wedding is finally coming around! And Virgil decides it about time he kidnap a damsel himself (for the bachelor party obviously and not because he’s jealous)

Cue Roman being absolutely ecstatic to see V again and absolutely loves being kidnapped away from his stuffy wedding to a lady who only wants him as arm candy, and he decides- why leave now? I’m having fun and I’m not being missed, I’ll just stay here until they come to get me- and hi-jinx ensue!

[kiindfires]

A collection of my favourite quotes from The Priory of the Orange Tree

This is mainly for my own reference, but I thought some of tumblr may also appreciate it :)

Priory is a big book and I have far too much annotation in my copy to be able to keep track of all my favourite quotes, so I decided to compile everything here, organised by the part the quote is from so it is a bit easier to navigate than one huge list of somewhat out of context quotes.

I have plans for a reread before ADOFN comes out, so this is definitely subject to addition (especially for part V ... I have no idea why I have only one quote there).

Obviously, spoilers ahead! Skip this post if you haven't read Priory!!

Enjoy :)

I - Stories of Old

''All the world is a cage in a young girl's eyes.''

''All stories grow from a seed of truth,' Truyde said. 'They are knowledge after figuration.'

'Then I trust you will use your knowledge for good.''

'Red hair and a rose garden. That was how it had begun.

They had spent the whole season together, with the easel and music and laughter for company.'

'Niclays turned on to his side, aching all over.

'Jan,' he said softly, 'when did we get so old?''

''You have not seen death, my lord. You have only seen the mask we put on it.''

''There, light of my eyes. I am here.''

''In darkness, we are naked. Our truest selves. Night is when fear comes to us at its fullest, when we have no way to fight it,' Ead continued. 'It will do everything it can to seep inside you. Sometimes it may succeed - but never think that you are the night.''

II - Declare I Dare Not

'He called on the Knight of Courage, but all he found was a pit of dread.'

''...my fears are selfish. The Damsel has given me the child I begged of her, and all I can do is ... quake.'

... Ead pressed her hand. ' Childing is not always easy. It seems to me that this is the best-kept secret in all the world. We speak of it as though there were nothing sweeter, but the truth is more complex. ... now you feel the weight of your condition, you believe yourself alone in it.'' - I love this entire conversation, but this post would be even longer than it is already if I were to write it all down here.

'It took Tané a long time to find her voice. She had left it in a bloodstained ditch.'

''If I had convinced myself I was no sinner, I would never have kissed the lips I longed to kiss. The lips of a man with rose-gold hair, whose birth, by the laws of a long-dead knight, made him unworthy of my love.'

Niclays tried not to stare like a fool into those grey Vatten eyes. Even now, after all these years, looking at this man took his breath away.'

'Sabran framed her face between her hands. In her gaze was both a question and her fear of the answer.'

'Ead heard each rustle of silk, each brush of hand on skin on sheets. Their breaths were hushed, held in anticipation of a knock on the door, a key in the lock, and a torch to bare their union. It would light a flame of scandal, and the fire would rise until it scorched them both.

But Ead called fire her friend, and she would plunge into the furnace for Sabran Berethnet, for just one night with her. Let them come with their swords and their torches.

Let them come.'

III - A Witch to Live

''Love and fear do strange things to our souls. The dreams they bring, those dreams that leave us drenched in salt water and gasping for breath as if we might die - those, we call unquiet dreams. And only the scent of a rose can avert them.'

Gooseflesh freckled Ead as she remembered another rose, tucked behind a pillow.'

''All alchemists have madness in their blood. That, dear lady, is why we get things done.''

'Throwing up its wing to shield its face, it let out a rasping call, over and over, like a crow greeting the dusk.

The sky came alive with echoing answers.'

IV - Thine is the Queendom

''I am not in her shadow. I am her shadow. And that,' Roslain bit out, 'has been my privilege.''

''When history fails to shed light on the truth, myth creates its own.''

''Tell me, Eadaz uq-Nāra,' she said softly, 'am I a greater fool to want you still?'

Ead crossed the space between them. 'No more a fool than I,' she said, 'to love you as I do.''

''To ask you to stay would be like trying to cage the wind,''

V - Here Be Dragons

''You are in the spring of your life, child, and have much to learn about this world. Do not deny yourself the privilege of living.''

VI - The Keys to the Abyss

''Behold the Roar of Hróth, who hides in the snow,' Fýredel sneered, exposing his teeth again. Canons barked from the Bear Guard in answer. 'Behold the warlord of Seiiki, who preaches unity between human and sea-slug. We will throw down your guardians and scatter them like sheep, as we did centuries ago. We will leave black sand from shore to shore.''

''Gone are the days of heroes,' Fýredel said. 'From North to South and West to East, your world will burn.''

''Come, blood of the mulberry tree. Let us see who is the greater witch.'

'Seek not the midnight sun on earth

but look for it within.'

''I would live alone for fifty years to have one day with you.''

''Some truths,' he said, 'are safest buried. Some castles best kept in the sky. There's promise in tales that are yet to be spoken. In the shadow realm, known only to the few.' He glanced at her. 'You ought to know, Eadaz uq-Nāra. You whose secrets will one day be a song.''

[kazoosandfannypacks]

okay, so I know it's been half a year, but back in September I participated in the Swordtember drawing challenge, and I figured I'd post my swords here!

descriptions of each sword under the cut!

I. Witch: This sword actually only a hilt and a crossguard with an enchanted jewel attached to it. The blade of the sword is created by the witch channeling their magic through the gemstone.

II. Wizard: A regular steel sword, enchanted by light magic using the blue gemstone.

III. Rogue: This is a simple dagger that fits into a sheath in the rogue's boot. The loop makes it easier to pull out of your shoe.

IV. Dragon Slayer: This sword has slightly curved crossguard to account for the curve of the body of the dragons he fights. The spikes on the sword are the horns of the dragons he's slayed.

V. Spymaster: This sword extends out like a deadlier form of a plastic lightsaber. The canister it exists in contains a memory-loss spray, which partly serves to camouflage the sword among his spy-equipment.

VI. Knight Errant This flashy sword has inlaid gems and bright red feathers, to attract the attention of the damsels in distress he's out to save!

VII. Oracle: Nothing fancy, just. sword.

VIII. Jester: a simple dagger, small enough to fit with all his comical props.

IX. Royal Hunt Leader: This sword is more ceremonious than practical. It's decorative and used to signify the start of a hunt

X. Healer: This sword is enchanted with healing magic and made out of a healing tree

XI. Queen's: This sword has a fancy handle and has gems!

King:: This one matches the queen sword. If you put them next to each other, it makes a heart shape

XIII. Royal Heir: This sword is lowkey based on princess peach.

XIV: Royal Guard: Nothing too fancy!

XV. Enchanter: has a magic orb in the back!

XVI: Water Spirit: Has a blue gem and water enchantment

XVII. Forest Spirit: Has a green gem and forest enchantment, and is made of an enchanted tree.

XVIII. Bard: It's just really extra!

XIX. Alchemist: Has chambers in the back to include alchemical potions that enchant the sword.

XX. Summoner: To use this sword, just hold it in the air and say "[animal,] I choose you!"

XXI. Mermaid: This sword is enchanted so it doesn't rust, and the hilt is made of a shell. The pearls in the blade help enchant it!

XXII. Vampire: The vampire's blade is enchanted with a black magic that automatically cauterizes the wound- so that none of the precious blood is wasted, and its smell doesn't distract the vampire mid-fight.

XXIII. Vampire Hunter: The blade is made of pure silver. The hilt is a cross that's also a wooden stake.

XXIV. Barbarian: A wooden sword with spikes that doubles as a club!

XXV. Inquisitor: Just a regular sword- ¡Apuesto a que no esperabas eso!

XXVI. Artificer: The hilt has an interchangable tool- currently it has a magnifying glass attachment. The hilt also contains a secret chamber.

XXVII. Assassin: This blade is small but deadly and menacing!

XXVIII. Druid: This large sword contains a series of magic blue gems.

XXIX: Paladin sword: This sword isn't anything out of the ordinary, but it's made of some of the nicest materials.

XXX: Necromancer: This is an enchanted, two-handed sword!

[aboutzatanna]

Ever since defeating the Upside Down Man and being declared the leader of JLD, Zatanna has been:   

-Revealed to be possessed by the UDM and thus useless in critical situations, despite the fact that in the past, she’s been shown to be competent even when she didn’t have access to her backwards magic.     

-Shown as an ineffective and reckless leader who does very little leading seeing as she kept the whole UDM possession thing a secret and Constantine spends more time calling the shots than Zee does.   (I love Ram V but his Zee is terrible.)   What’s worse is she doesn’t even apologize for keeping it a secret in Annual and hatches up another terribly reckless plan with Khalid Nassour.   

-Her being possessed by UDM rendered her into another damsel in distress with the only silver lining being that WW is the one who pulls her out of it.   

-Barely gets to do anything in the Flash/JLD cross over. Even though she has more history with the Flashes than any other member of the JLD.    

-Killed off in Dark Crisis, doesn’t get a memorial (instead we got this half assed explanation for it with her memorial being underground) and her story in this is going to be relegated to the back up story of another title.  

-And now she is yet again, taken out of action in the ‘Batman vs Robin’ event, a Bat based magical event.    

About the only Zatanna content I’ve enjoyed is her guest appearance in the ‘Batman: The Knight’ and her web toon.   

Do better DC!