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adorein · 2 days
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﹐    ♡   smarter baby, smarter ˖
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hymnsandhearses · 2 days
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you remind me of bob from twin peaks in the best and sexiest and not scary way possible🔥#silverfox
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My dreamy friend, you had me at Twin Peaks. You could have said I remind you of the log and I would be flattered. Thank you, @davidlynchbf
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😘🥰☺️
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angelwowings · 2 days
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Hi! I just wanted to ask if you have any underrated creepypasta artist I could follow ?(๑╹ω╹๑ )
yes! I’m about to shoutout all of my crp artist mutuals
@tbsily @outkast777 @clockeye @chemiicalbride @forestfreakk @euporienn @spastoid @insomniac-shado @vyp1elyn @piegez @rpggoro @beelaboola @spploku @nibblenettle
(I know some of these aren’t “small” Artist but they get a shoutout anyway )
sorry if I forgot anyone 😓
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lonelycatsblog · 2 months
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MUSIC LOVERS ASSEMBLE!!
i feel like starting a tag chain so i hope this works out :)
reblog this with 3 songs:
the song your listening to right now (or last one you listened to)
your current favourite song
a song of your choice
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mine:
its now or never - elvis presley/love in the dark - adele
trastevere - måneskin
nevermore - queen
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tagggzzzz: (np ofc) @heartstopper-lover123 @s0lit4ir3 @ali-da-demon @vicwritesfic @skeelly @charliethinks @tori-my-love @chronic-skeptic @toulouseradiosilence @stewpid-soup @nine-frogs-in-a-trenchcoat @pessimistic-gh0st @theshyqueergirl @crowleybrekkers @a-bowl-of-soop @frogfairy444 @robinheaney12 @fairyghostgirlgaming @thatsawesomedontyouthink @venusplanetoflove2 @thelovelyvie @abookishshade @spir4nts-lun4r @i-have-no-idea-111 @kit-the-queer @a-wondering-thought @scatteredraysofhope @coco6420 @softlyunbreakable @givennnnnn @far-beyond-saving @darling-im-wonderstruck @heartstoppernerdsstuff @nonbinary-idiot-obviously @rebelrobinrules1984 @daydream-of-a-wallflower @leonine-elizer @angel-devil-star and anyone else who wants to join!!
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punkclowngutz · 3 months
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mutuals can dm me! mutuals can send me nudes (ask first)! mutuals can sext me! mutuals can give me a cute little kiss on the cheek! mutuals can tuck me in at night and cuddle me!
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brenninthetaylorverse · 4 months
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my mutuals deserve all the love in world<3
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vasyandii · 3 months
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This is how me and my mutuals look interacting with each other’s content
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yournextbimbogf · 2 months
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Beefy bucky headcannons? I feel like bucky wouldn’t even know his cock can stretch tf outta you or he might be cocky👀
I love headcannons and I’ll keep writing them hoes!!
Lord if he don’t come here and fuck me😒!!
Sorry if its a bit short my brain fucking forgot everything outta nowhere🤦🏽‍♀️
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Beefy! Bucky loves missionary, he loves that he can make eye contact with you and you can both see his thick cock re-arranging your guts.
Beefy! Bucky smiles in amusement when he sees you choking on only half of his cock.
Beefy! Bucky immediately gets turned on when he sees you choking on his cock, spit dripping down your chin, and fat tears rolling down your cheek ruining your eye makeup. Don’t worry, he still finds it adorable.
Beefy! Bucky works out sometimes but still has a pudge. When you reassure him that his pudgy tummy is cute he instantly swoons for you.
Beefy! Bucky slaps his fat mushroom tip onto the hood of your clit before putting it inside.
Beefy! Bucky teases you for getting hot and bothered after you saw his swollen cock bounce onto his belly when you take it out.
Beefy! Bucky secretly watches his cock make a bulge in your stomach and (secretly loves it lol.)
Beefy! Bucky gets cocky when you say his cock might not fit.
Beefy! Bucky definitely doesn’t know how much strength he has until one day you ask him to go rough during sex.
“Your cock’s pretty big buck do you think it’ll fit?”
“Thanks darling i believe my cock’s too big.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself buck.”
Bucky may be cocky but deep down he’s a beefy boy that needs love :).
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kaionyx · 4 months
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If I follow you and you instantly follow back I’m taking that as you want a kiss and my cock shoved your throat, I don’t make the rules.
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reavenedges-lies · 5 months
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Sometimes hockeyblr is about sports, sometimes it's about loving your players, but most of the time it's about loving on your mutuals whether or not you share a team. Love you all
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tranzombie · 2 months
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me and my mutuals
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i know it won't work - p.b. (part three)
part one
part two
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"cause part of me wants you back, but i know it won't work like that, huh"
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paige buecker x fem!oc oc is caroline ducharme's childhood best friend who is also a freshman. set during paige's sophomore year.
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Things are not going well for anyone...
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suggestive and explicit language underaged drinking angst
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im so sorry, but also you're welcome
We sat in silence for a while. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. I was trying to wrap my head around what she was saying, but I couldn’t. Her eyes burned into me as they scanned my face. I could tell that she was gauging my reaction before continuing. A small part of me hoped that she would tell me that she felt for me what I felt for her, but everything indicated the exact opposite. She was never this nervous around me. Her words held a sympathetic tone that told me all I needed to know. She was ending things. It wasn’t exactly a surprise. We’d barely seen each other in the past few weeks. I avoided her like the plague. It was just too hard to see her after that night. I spent a lot of time with Azzi. Since she was the only person who knew what was really going on. She dragged me out to see the team anytime she knew Paige wouldn’t be there. Things were mostly normal with them, but it didn't take long for rumors started to circulate among the girls about her growing relationship with the girl from the bar. I still couldn’t believe that they were true. 
“Oh?” I said softly. I tried to maintain a seemingly genuine smile. I’m sure I was failing desperately. The last thing I wanted her to realize in this moment was for her to realize how I felt about her as she was confessing her love for someone else.
“Yeah, it was kind of unexpected, but it hit me the other day. Do you remember that girl from the bar a couple of weeks ago?” Fuck. This was actually unbelievable.
“Yeah, she seemed sweet.”  No she didn’t. My eyes finally met hers as that lie left my mouth. No matter how many times I looked at her, her piercing blue eye never failed to send a shiver down my spine. It was impossible not to fall in love with her when she looked at you. Paige cracked a small smile as she heard me compliment the girl. She scooted back slightly on my bed, bringing her legs to sit criss-cross. Her nervousness seemed to subside. A faint blush spread over her cheek. Wow she must really have fallen for this girl.
“She really is.” Paige beamed. “We’ve been hanging out a lot recently. She’s just so great. I thought it was just another hookup, but I can’t get her off my mind.”
I wasn’t quite sure why Paige was telling me all of this. She had a ton of other people she could gush with over this girl. Why did it have to be me? It felt like she was trying to crush me. I started to wonder what was so special about her. What kind of magic power did she possess over the blonde. Paige had been avoiding serious relationships like the plague since she arrived on campus. She had been the one to argue that college was a good time to explore and not get chained down. Now all of the sudden she was ready to settle down with this girl. It didn’t make any sense. I wanted to scream. I wanted to berate her for her insanity. How could she tell me that she wasn’t looking for anything serious, yet go off and find that with someone else. I kept my mouth shut, not knowing what would come out if I didn’t.
“I really want to give things a fair shot with her.” I nodded as she tried to dance around the point. I knew what she was trying to say. She was trying to end things with me. She wouldn’t just say it. I’m sure that she was just trying to spare my feelings, but it was only making me feel worse. 
“So I’m guessing I’m the first stop on your breakup tour?” I teased, still trying to save face. That wasn’t what I wanted to say. I wanted to ask her a million questions. What was it about this girl that was so different? Was she prettier than me? Was she funnier? What was it about her that was able to completely change Paige? I felt like I was practically bursting at the seams. I just wanted the conversation to be over.
She laughed slightly. I’m sure that she picked up on the obvious tension that was building despite my attempted humor. These moments are the ones that they don’t warn you for when you start hooking up with someone. What I wish someone had told me was that no matter how hard you try to not catch feelings, you will. When you inevitably fall in love with someone you know doesn’t feel that way about you, it will almost kill you. What will actually kill you is when they become the person that you wanted them to be except it’s for someone else. That love will turn to anger then into hatred. You want to play it cool and act like it doesn’t affect you, but it does. The acting, lying, and secret keeping will ruin you. 
Paige’s bright smile only pushed the knife in deeper. She had really fallen for this girl. “Yeah, I guess so,” She smiled looking down. Her smile faded once she met my gaze. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect this to happen.” Every word that left her chapped lips was soft and gentle. My determination to stay strong in her eyes kept me from letting her see the pain in my eyes.
“You have nothing to apologize for Paige. This was just a fun fling. Trust me I’m not going to be crying over you.” I giggled trying to lighten the mood. If she kept being so gentle, I was going to break. She relaxed as she heard the words leave my mouth, shaking her head in annoyance at my joke. 
“Sure you won’t. We all know that you are absolutely head over heels in love with me,” Her voice was laced with sarcasm, but it shouldn’t have been. I was somewhat relieved that she had no idea how I felt about her. That meant that things didn’t have to change between us. We could still be friends, maybe not as close, but that was probably for the best. I forced a laugh to leave my lips.
“You wish,” I quipped. Our banter was nothing new. It was something that developed naturally after we met. Paige’s constant sass and attitude made it impossible not to tease her. She didn’t shy away from reciprocating either. It was one of my favorite things about our friendship. She shook her head, smile never fading. She stood up and walked over to me. She bent down to wrap her arms around my shoulders. My hand gripped onto her immediately. This was probably going to be the last time I felt her arms around my frame, so I wanted to burn this feeling into my mind.
“We did have our fun though,” She half-whispered, still holding on tightly. Her comment made me laugh yet again before she pulled away. I shook my head with a smirk still plastered on my face as I watched her walk towards the door. A brief silence fell over the room. I couldn’t let that be the last thing I said to her. 
“I’m really happy for you Paige!” I called out as she opened the door. “You couldn’t run around sleeping with the whole campus forever!” She rolled her eyes and headed out of the door. 
I held in all of my emotions until I heard her tell Caroline that she would ‘see her later’ followed by the sound of the dorm door shutting behind her. She had finally left. I broke down almost immediately. Tears rolled down my cheeks faster than I could wipe them away. I brought my knees up to my chest while my head fell into my hands. Quiet sobs echoed through the room. It didn’t take Caroline long to come check on me. When she walked in the room, she didn’t say a word. She just pulled into her arms as I soaked her shirt with my tears. It took a while for the stream of hot tears to subside. When they finally did, I stayed tucked in her arms. As we sat in silence, it was as if our fight had never happened. We were right back to how we used to be and I couldn’t be more relieved. As much as I loved Paige, I hated that I had to keep a secret from my best friend. At least now I wouldn’t have to do that anymore. Once I regained control of my breathing, I pulled away from her. Her eyes were filled with sympathy and concern. 
“Are you finally going to tell me what’s going on with you two?” Her words were careful. She didn’t want to push me over the edge. I knew that I needed to tell her, but saying it out loud was terrifying. Saying it outloud meant that it was real. I thought about telling her for a minute before deciding that it was the right thing to do. 
“Promise me that you won’t get mad.” 
“I promise.”
“Okay. Paige and I were hooking up. It all just kind of happened one night. We were both drunk and one thing led to another…” I paused to study her face. Despite her efforts to hide it, I knew she was fuming. “We were sort of seeing each other in a casual no strings way.” I continued carefully. Her silence was deafening, but she raised her eyebrows at me to signal for me to continue. “She just ended things because she’s in love with someone else.” My voice cracked as those awful words left my mouth. A tear rolled down my cheek. Caroline’s gaze softened as she realized how hard this was for me. “Carol, I fell for her. Like really bad. I think I’m in love with her.” The tears streamed heavily yet again as I cursed under my breath. It was the first time those five words left my mouth. They held a heavier weight than I thought that they would. They were real and raw unlike the conversation I had just had with the blonde. “I’m such an idiot.” I said as I ran my hands over my face. 
“No, you’re not. I’m so sorry,” Her tone was softer than I thought it would be. I was surprised that she wasn’t trying to track Paige down and kill her. “I wish you would have told me.”
I took a moment to gather myself. I managed to stop the tears from falling. “I know. I wanted to but I didn’t know how you would react. Plus, she’s your teammate and I just didn’t want to fuck anything else up,” I rambled the half truth. It had been Paige that requested we keep everything quiet. 
“It’s okay. I just wish you weren’t going through all this alone.” She put her hand on my shoulder. Her reaction just made me wish that I had told her earlier. We spent the rest of the night watching our favorite sad movie and eating ice cream. 
Paige’s POV (a few weeks later)
It was the first game of the year. I was beyond excited to finally be able to play my game with my girls.  It was good to start the season at our home court. We would have preferred to play at Gampel, but a bunch of students still drove to Hartford to watch us play. It was nice to have our friends in the stands cheering us on. I heard Caroline tell some of the girls that her best friend was going to make an appearance at the game. Upon hearing the news, I was both nervous and excited.  I hadn't seen her more than a handful of times since we ended things almost a month ago. Caroline claimed that she was just swamped with school when she was noticeably absent from almost every time we all went out. 
My eyes had scanned the crowd before tip off to see if she actually showed up. I should have been looking for my girlfriend, but I wasn’t. I was sure that she was around here somewhere. I eventually saw her which brought a smile to my face.I was shocked to see her sitting in the stands with another blonde girl who I assumed was a friend of hers. At least until I saw an arm around her shoulder as the other girl whispered something in her ear. I tried to shake it off, but I couldn’t. Every time I looked up there, the girls' interactions just got more flirty. I couldn’t explain the rage that built up inside of me. I had to figure out who she was. After Coach finished his half time speech, the girls were talking about how excited they were to see her. I stayed quiet until curiosity got the best of me. 
“Who's the blonde sitting next to her?” My voice sounded far more concerned than I actually was. It’s not like I was jealous of anything. I was just curious. She was still my friend, and I just wanted to know what was going on with her. Besides, I had a girlfriend. 
Azzi and Caroline giggled before Azzi answered my question. “Oh, Alex?” I hated that they were on a first name basis with this girl. They acted like I should know what was going on there. The rest of the team seemed to. My confused expression indicated that I did not know who she was. “They have a class together this semester. They’ve been going out for a couple weeks. She’s really sweet.” Caroline and Azzi were all giddy about sharing this  information. I hated that even more. I couldn’t get the thought of them out of my head for the rest of the game. No one seemed to notice that I was distracted on account of my 34 points though, so it was okay. We came out with the win. The locker room was wild as we celebrated. Water was thrown everywhere leaving a few of the girls soaked. We were ready to get out and celebrate if you know what I mean. We all changed quickly, so we could go meet up with our friends. I walked with Caroline and Azzi out of the locker room. It didn’t take long for their best friend to find them 
 I watched her practically jump into Azzi and Caroline’s arms. She squeezed them tightly before telling them how great they did in their first college game. The two girls couldn’t help but giggle and grin as she spoke. I couldn’t blame them.  It was impossible not to smile when she talked to you. Her energy was just so infectious. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of her. I hadn’t even noticed the blonde that was trailing slightly behind her. She looked perfect. Her smile really could light up a room. I watched as she let go of them and walked over to me. 
“Paige! Oh my god, you were unreal.” She beamed before briefly throwing her arms around my neck. It didn’t last as long as I would have wanted it to, but I pulled her in by her waist. She pulled back seconds later. Her smile seemed more dull around me. I didn’t exactly understand why. I was quickly distracted by another voice calling out my name. 
“Paige!” I turned to identify where the voice came from. I watch my girlfriend run over to me. I wasn’t particularly excited to see her. I didn’t really know why. I still wrapped my arms around her when she got to me, but it wasn’t the same. I watched as the other girl made her way to ‘Alex’. I pulled away from my girl and turned to face the other ‘couple’.
“Oh Paige, this is Alex. Alex, this is obviously Paige,” She giggled as the second sentence left her mouth.
“Oh so this is the famous Paige Bueckers?” Alex joked looking at the girl beside her. Her words prompted her to get a sharp elbow to the ribs as she raised her eyebrow. “Nice to meet you. I’ve obviously heard a lot about you.” She said as she looked into my eyes. I could already tell that I hated her. Their interactions were so flirty; it made me want to die. I felt my girl slide herself under my long arm as if to indicate that I should probably introduce her. 
“You two have already met.” I gestured between the two girls that I had been with. “Um this is my girlfriend Brooklyn,” I told Alex. Our conversation was interrupted as Aaliyah and Nika ran over to the girl under Alex’s arm. They quickly pulled her away from the other blonde. I couldn’t have been more relieved. They were acting like crazy people as they hugged her. She showered them with more words of praise. 
“Please come out with us” Nika whined, causing her to look around at the other girls who all nodded very quickly. “It's not a real night out without you.” Azzi added. She smiled and agreed to their demands. 
 We all headed back to the hotel to change before meeting up at a bar. I ordered a bunch of drinks for everyone so we could celebrate properly. It killed me watching her cling to Alex how she used to cling to me. I didn’t know why I cared so much. I mean I was the one who ended things. Somehow that didn’t make it any better. I mean I didn’t actually want to. Things were just starting to get complicated and I felt like I was ruining her. I loved having her in my life. I didn’t want to lose that. She had been so distant before our ‘breakup’. I thought that she wanted to end things, but she didn’t know how. So, I took the burden of doing it. I hoped that nothing would change, but everything did. I made up the feelings that I had for Brooke to soften the blow. It felt like getting into a relationship would be the only thing that could stop me from going back to her. Clearly I was wrong. All I wanted was for her to come back with me and not this other bitch. I missed her in ways that I didn’t know I could miss someone. It wasn’t just about the sex either. I missed the innocent moments that we spent wrapped in each other's arms. This girl really did a number on me. 
Most of the girls were going at it pretty hard since we had the next day off. I had too much on my mind to really get into it. I sat at a table with Brooklyn as the other girls partied and danced. I was surprised when Alex walked to us. She sat down a reasonable distance away. 
“Hey, I just wanted to thank you for not making this awkward. When she told me about you guy’s history, I was nervous to meet you and know you were still in her life.” I was immediately taken back at the fact that she knew about our history. It boasted my ego to know that she was intimidated by me. My train of thought was quickly interrupted by my girlfriend's confusion.
“What do you mean ‘history’?” She asked the other blonde. Fuck! I hadn’t gotten around to telling her about all of that. She was a possessive person. I knew it would just make things complicated. Plus, no one was supposed to know. I couldn’t believe that she told someone about what happened between us. Alex looked between me and Brooklyn for a moment before speaking. 
“I’ll let you guys talk.” She said, sliding out of the booth and finding her way back to the dance floor. 
“You slept with her?” Her voice was laced with pain and sadness. It broke my heart just a little. I kept quiet, not exactly sure how to proceed. My silence only infuriated her. She stormed out not long after. I know that I should have chased after her, but she wasn’t the person that I needed to talk to at that moment. I got up to find the girl who I really needed. She appeared to be having the time of her life as she danced with the other girls. A pair of hands rested on her waist. That sight caused a wave of anger to wash over me. I decided to join them, so I could find the right opportunity to talk to her. A very drunk Nika practically threw her empty cup at me. 
“Paigeyyyy, will you go get me another drink?” She whined as she stumbled about on the dance floor. I was always the one in charge of getting the drinks when the seniors didn’t come out with us. My reputation throughout the state often made bartenders and bouncers look the other way. 
“Anyone else need anything?” I asked the group of girls. A few of them handed me their cups until Alex interrupted the conversation. 
“I got it.” She said taking the cups right out of my hand. Who did the bitch think she was? I stepped in front of her and took the glasses back. 
“Don’t worry about it. They card almost everyone, except me. A fake won’t work either.”
“Good thing I have a real one.” She said, pulling her ID out of her phone case. I squinted at it for a moment, trying to do the math to figure out  just how old she was. 
“I’m 22.” She said bluntly. I was shocked. I couldn’t believe that she was with someone 4 years older than her. She took the glasses and got everyone's order. She didn’t even bother to ask what I wanted. She brought the drinks back over and all the girls praised her. She headed back to the dance floor with ‘her girl’. They were basically grinding on each other in the middle of the bar. It was disgusting. I leaned against the wall with my eyes fixed on the younger girl. Nika and Aaliyah joined me after a while. I was too mad to talk to them, so I stayed quiet. 
“Isn’t Alex just the best? I mean she can get us free booze!” Nika slurred trying to fill the silence. 
“She’s so sweet too. I think they are going to make a great couple,” Aaliyah agreed. I couldn’t handle this anymore. I pushed past my drunk teammates and found my way onto the dance floor. My feet carried me right to her. I pulled her off the dance floor by her wrist. 
“We need to talk.” I said bluntly before leading her into the bathroom. 
“Paige, what the fuck. Get off of me!” she whined until we got privacy and I let go of her wrist. 
“You told Alex about us?!” I snapped. “I asked you to do one fucking thing. Thanks to you, My girlfriend is going to break up with me.”
“I know you aren’t yelling at me right now.” She said sternly as her gaze met mine. Her eyes were full of fury.
“I am. You fucked everything up. Who else did you tell? Does everyone know?” I was panicking. 
“You are unbelievable, Paige.” She tried to push past me to leave, but I blocked the door. “Unlike you I wasn’t going to jeopardize my relationship just to save my ego.”
“What relationship? The one with that middle aged bitch?” I spat. I was so blinded by anger.
 “You are such a dick. I really like her. She’s more mature and ready for something serious.
“Nah, fuck that. What do you even see in her? Is it because she looks like me?” I was impossibly close to her now. I could almost feel every breath that left her soft lips.
“She looks nothing like you.”
“She’s tall, built, and blonde.” I said bluntly. She rolled her eyes as she dismissed my question. I took another step towards her. My hand pushed a piece of hair behind her ear.
“I’m not letting you fuck my life up anymore.” Her last comment caught me off guard. I didn’t know what she exactly meant, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Had I really fuck up her life? That was the last thing that I wanted to do. 
“I fucked up your life?” My tone shifted entirely. My words were soft and concerned. I wanted the answer. It was probably the alcohol that let my hand lightly caress her cheek. It took all of the restraint I had to not crash my lips on hers. My eyes had scanned over her body the entire night. After not seeing her for almost a month, I longed for her touch. I didn’t realize how much I needed her until we were practically pressed against each other. 
We were quickly interrupted by Azzi opening the door. I quickly pulled back to not arouse any suspicion. Azzi glared at me the same way she seemed to for the past month. She pulled the other girl out of the bathroom. I cursed under my breath. Things really managed to get so fucked up so fast. 
A few weeks later
Brooklyn and I tried to work things out, but she kept claiming that she ‘couldn’t trust me’ and that I ‘had serious feelings’ for the other girl. She was literally delusional. I mean sure I thought about her a lot, but that doesn’t mean that I have serious feelings for her. I did my best to show her that I cared about her, but she wasn’t having any of it. We didn’t even have a huge fight or anything. She asked me to get coffee. I knew what was coming. She said that she couldn’t do it anymore. I half-heartedly tried to convince her otherwise. It wasn’t especially passionate, but I tried. We went our separate ways and rarely ran into her. 
Azzi on the other hand was another mess. I didn’t understand why she was acting the way she did. She shouldn’t have known about anything that happened yet she looked at me as if I ran over a puppy. Even if she did, it wasn’t like I did anything wrong. We were both adults who agreed to have a causal relationship. We both wanted the same thing. What was so wrong with that? A fight with Azzi had been bubbling for weeks. I would go over to her and Amari’s apartment to see the other girls and she wouldn’t even look at me. It was killing me. I had managed to lose two of my best friends at once. I couldn’t take losing Azzi too. 
I decided that I had to talk to her and figure out what I fucked up so badly. I tried to ask her for a time when we could work the whole thing out, but she just left me on  read. I had no other options, so I decided to just show up at her apartment. It was a Wednesday night when I knew her roommates would be gone. I didn’t bother knocking. I never did before so why would I start now. I hadn’t expected the sight that captured my eyes. 
hehehehehe send me your predictions for part 4; most unhinged gets a prize. i was told that i was allowed to leave a cliff hanger so you can't be mad at me this time!!
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hymnsandhearses · 3 months
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Dear Mutuals,
If I haven’t told you recently, you all are some incredibly talented, witty and beautiful mother fuckers.
(Your only character flaw is living so far away)
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samuellzrw · 7 months
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new fandom woooo!!!
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moonflowerxox · 8 days
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I love the CM fandom so much on here I am so thankful to have a place to share my dumb thoughts and feelings abt the show and yall are always so sweet I just appreciate u so much and seeing everyone's opinions and thoughts and ships just AAAA it makes me happy !!! luv u guys ♡♡
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asa-do-your-thing · 5 months
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The Shadows of The Lost Court
Dark!Aemond x F!OC - 18+ MINORS DNI Word Count: 8.6k TW: dubcon, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Shameless Smut, Angst, Fellatio, Misogyny, Internalized Misogyny, Non-Consensual Drug use, Religious Imagery, Symbolism and guilt
Art made by the lovely @nyctophilic0vitnir - thank you so much sweetheart! <3 And thank you so so much @ewanmitchellcrumbs for organizing this @hotd-bigbang , you are amazing!
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Tap. Tap. Tap.
Elisabeth shuddered and stopped, turning around, coughing to try and relieve her dry mouth. 
She knew. She knew… She knew something. Something was following her. 
Leaning against a grubby, crumbling wall, Elisabeth tried catching her breath. There was nothing there, neither on the left, nor on the right. Only cobwebs; cobwebs, moss and the smell of decay.
 ‘Is The Stranger a something or a someone?’
Tonight was different. The milk came sooner than usual.
Elisabeth struggled - where some people love the rush and the calmness afterward, she hated it. Hated the way it made her sick. Hated the way it lamed her tongue; hated the way it hid her. She knew better than anyone that her doses were calculated. Maester Rithyr must have gotten the order for her to be silenced, not addicted. That wouldn’t look good. 
Elisabeth peered out of a window, only to see thick tendrils of fog curling up from the ground like ghostly fingers. The dim light filtering through the mist gave everything a spectral, otherworldly hue. She took notice of how broken everything looked: shattered windows, splintered doors and debris scattered across the dusty floor. She sighed heavily as she rearranged her long, dark brown hair under its veil, trying to keep it in place amidst all the chaos. And then, she heard him again - his footsteps echoing through the ruins.
The sound made her feel uneasy; it was too quiet, too lonely. For a moment she wondered if she was in trouble or hurt. But then a chill ran down her spine and she realized that perhaps it wasn't just the desolate ruin around her making her feel so cold and scared.
“You swore to obey me. You swore before the gods, you brutish whore. After all I’ve done for you…”, the voice echoed around her.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He was closing in on her. The staircase seemed to be miles away, yet still, she pushed herself away from the moss-covered stones and cautiously started walking. Elisabeth grunted, her legs burning. It was as if she was walking against a current of water, one that swept her slowly closer to him. She stepped over a rotting tapestry and tightly clung onto the handrail of the staircase. 
‘Why would The Stranger think of me like that? Is it time for me to… die?’
Carefully descending down, she peered up the stairs. The window let in cold, humid gusts of air and Elisabeth was sure that she could see his dark robe in the shadow. Knowing that the Queen’s Ballroom had no other exit, she trudged past it, stopping to catch her breath along the way.
Out. Out of Maegor’s Holdfast, her mind urged her. But where would she go? As soon as the Kingsguardmen saw her, they would gently escort her back into her chamber. That’s the way it has been for a long time. Biting her lamed tongue, she quietly walked down to the entrance and glanced out. No one was there. No one, except for the occasional rat that scurried through the lower bailey. 
“I saw the way that the Strong bastard looked at you. You were with him, weren’t you? Was it not enough to tell him about our political strategies, but to also give him your useless cunny? Do you even know the shame you bring onto this realm?”
Her breath hitched as she saw him closing in on her, his dark cape billowing in the light wind. Glancing up at the serpentine steps, she felt a thick raindrop splashing down onto her. That was just what she needed - collapsing on the slick stairs, The Stranger close behind her. No, risking embarrassment by climbing over the ledge into the Godswood was far more appealing to her. 
“Leave me be! I beg of you!”, she whined, her lungs on fire.
'I cannot do this anymore, not long, anyhow, my feet... my lungs... The Stranger... Death...', she thought, unable to focus on anything else than him.
The Godswood was an ancient and sinister place, a twisted forest lurking within the heart of Maegor's Holdfast. Towering weirwood trees with their deathly white trunks and faint streaks of crimson formed a menacing roof above, and the loamy earth seemed to swallow her every step. Elisabeth took a raspy breath, feeling the icy, dank air fill her lungs. The stench of decay surrounded her, the smell of putrefaction and rot. Rain drops pelted down onto her skin, the soil beneath her feet sodden.
Elisabeth moved with a sense of urgency, her feet burning as she weaved through the dense trees. The pattering of rain on the leaves above offered her some concealment as she made her way between the shelter of one tree to another, hoping to avoid detection by her pursuer. Suddenly, a twig snapped behind her and she whirled around, only to hear the sound of footsteps growing louder and louder.
Her heart in her throat, she ducked behind a gnarled oak tree, taking cover from the ominous presence that was closing in on her. She could feel every drop of cold rain as it streamed down her face and hair, running down her back and soaking through to her skin. Each breath was ragged and tumultuous as beads of perspiration bubbled up on her forehead. Elisabeth shuddered uncontrollably in the frigid air before finally forcing herself to keep moving forward through the relentless downpour.
Elisabeth could hear the sound of her own heart pounding in her chest as she tried to make her way through the Godswood. She was shaking with fear, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. She knew that The Stranger was close behind her; she could feel his presence like a dark cloud looming over her.
She stumbled over a tree root, nearly falling to the ground, before weakly righting herself and continuing on. Her hair was plastered to her face and neck,  her clothes were soaked through. However, insignificant concerns like the dampness penetrating her to the core were overshadowed by her urgent need to elude her relentless pursuer.
Abruptly, a chilling sound pierced the silence, causing her blood to freeze in her veins. It was the eerie scrape of something sharp grating against the gnarled bark of a tree, almost like the sound of a blade being sharpened before an execution. Her heart raced as she whirled around, and there, amidst the gusty winds, stood The Stranger, his ominous dark robe unfurling like a spectre from the shadows.
"You can't escape me."
Elisabeth recoiled in terror, her wide-eyed gaze darting around frantically, searching for a possible escape route. However, the Godswood resembled an inescapable labyrinth of winding trees and dense underbrush, leaving her utterly trapped.
The Stranger took a step forward, his eyes fixed on her. Elisabeth saw the hunger in his gaze, the hunger for her soul. She knew that she was doomed. With a cry of despair, she turned and ran, darting between the trees as fast as she could. The Stranger was right behind her, his footsteps pounding on the wet ground.
She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, cold and ...familiar? Shaking her head quickly and looking up into the sky, she saw the towers again. She probably ran around in circles, her dazed mind tricking her into thinking she had been trapped in a forest.
Frantically sprinting out of the oppressive Godswood, she sucked in a deep breath of fresh air as her gaze fell upon the dilapidated Outer Bailey. The once-glorious stone walls loomed ominously over her, crumbling inward from age and neglect. Threadbare tapestries hung limply in the breeze, swaying like ghosts in an abandoned graveyard. Gaping holes in the walls revealed chipped statues that had been carved centuries ago, still standing guard despite their years of neglect. In the far distance, the towers soared into the sky, dark voids against a backdrop of gray clouds.
Elisabeth inhaled deeply as a thick, unsettling aroma engulfed her. The scent of lavender and jasmine combined with the decaying smell of rotting fruit and mildew. In the distance, Elisabeth could hear the faint sound of buzzing from unseen insects lurking beyond the shadows. She stumbled forward, mesmerized by the air that was heavy with an ominous foreboding.
At last she reached the entrance to The Sept - an imposing structure made entirely out of pale stone blocks that glowed in the fading light. Stone steps rose up to meet two large wooden doors while several small windows peeked out like watchful eyes looking down on her every move.
Elisabeth, feeling the stinging of her lungs, ran into the Sept and fell down on her knees. She laid atop the golden seven-pointed star on the floor and looked up at the statue of the Mother, trying her hardest not to look at the Stranger. To calm her head, she closed her eyes and took deep breaths, running her dry, cracked hands over her burning calves. The tears continued flowing over her pallid face, running down into her dirty gown. 
‘What is happening to me? Why on earth would the Seven punish me so?’
She remembered her wedding. It was magnificent, aye. But then again, it had to be. After Joffrey’s death at Princess Rhaenyra’s wedding tourney, she was quietly whisked away from the Stormlands and settled into the Red Keep as a way of keeping the Lonmouth’s - and to a greater extent the Baratheon’s - good graces, so as not to let them favour Princess Rhaenyra’s claim in the case of King Viserys’ death.
The time until the courtship was quiet, that much Elisabeth still remembered. She grew up alongside Princess Helaena - Helaena being three years older than her. Endless hours of handiwork, study and prayer had shrouded her in relative solitude, so when she turned four and ten, she was shocked to be invited to the Royal Table more often and to be invited for strolls with Prince Aemond. Back then she had still been Lady Elisabeth, not 'Princess Bess'.
Later she understood why the engagement happened. Prince Aemond had to marry to secure the crown’s security and to show the green faction that they had gotten the Stormlands support.
She often asked herself why they had chosen her over the Baratheon girls. They were more comely - Elisabeth's stature was short and plump, giving her the appearance of a child much younger than her age. Her brow was rounded, her cheeks plump and her eyes large with dark, scared pupils. Her Monmouth blood - the one that made her relation Joffrey so beautiful - must have passed her by. Her long, dark hair was thick but formless, hanging in her face without curls or ringlets. It was clear to her that Aemond was not interested in her, not in the romantic sense at least. 
As days turned into weeks, Elisabeth discovered that Prince Aemond was the first man with whom she could engage in conversations almost as equals. His cold, yet encouraging words had ignited a spark within her, urging her to delve deeper into her thoughts and ideas. Over time, an unexpected fondness began to blossom in Elisabeth's heart for him. In his unique manner, he exuded a charming gloomy aura that drew her in. Many hours passed in their quiet companionship, their noses buried in books, immersed in shared moments of silent contemplation. Their intellectual pursuits were often overseen by the watchful presence of Princess Helaena, serving as a discreet but ever-vigilant chaperone.
But now, as she lay on the floor of the Sept, she wondered if she had made a grave mistake somewhere along the line in her life. Should she have taken her vows? Life as a septa would’ve suited her far more than whatever tragedy her current situation had turned into.
Aemond had changed since they were wed. Princess Helaena said that that was the case for most men, yet somehow, a small glimmer of hope still arose that it might have been different. He had become more... mean. It was as though he was a different person entirely.
Although... he had always been the quiet sort. The kind of man that you could hear exhaling slowly whenever he heard a foolish remark, the kind of man that judged everyone for everything, the kind of man that doesn't even think himself superior - he believes it.
Elisabeth couldn't help but think of the Stranger. It was a foolish thought, she knew. But in some ways, Aemond reminded her of the mysterious figure. Both were dark, brooding, and unpredictable. 
Elisabeth had always been on edge when Queen Alicent was around; her hawk-like gaze followed her every move and her scornful words cut deeper than any blade. Every time Elisabeth tried to be independent or think for herself, the Queen would chastise her that those were qualities meant just for Husbands.
After months of having to constantly please the Queen and ignore her own wants and needs, Elisabeth felt like a teetering ball ready to burst with the slightest push. She was too afraid to say anything, though, in fear of making things worse.
Then arrived the fateful day of her wedding, a lavish spectacle replete with tournaments, sumptuous feasts, and exhilarating hunts—a grand display of House Targaryen's power and influence. The exuberance of the festivities infected all who attended, making it effortless for others to revel in the celebrations.
However, beneath the surface of the revelry, Elisabeth harboured a mixture of anxiety and excitement, uncertain of what her future held in store. In the midst of it all, Prince Aemond had become a steadfast presence in her life, forging a deep connection with her. He seemed to grasp the essence of her being, affording her the precious gift of solitude for introspection, or so she believed. He made sure to squash her hopes.
For most, that had been a grande and joyous event. For Elisabeth, it was the start of her misery, though she did not yet know the full extent. As the Queen had instructed her, she treated everyone courteously, demurely.
That she did, or at least she thought that she did. Her husband disagreed, though. As soon as they were escorted into his chamber (he had wished for the doors to be closed), he spun around and pushed her against a wall. Aemond asked with a steely voice, towering over her, if she had been cavorting with the Velaryons, the way she had smiled at them, the way Jacaerys’ lips lingered on her hand as he greeted her.
Aemond questioned if she thought him to be blind. Elisabeth whimpered and gulped, trying her hardest not to hold Aemond's hard gaze, when she explained that she was told to be courteous to everyone, only to be cut off, when Aemond had pushed her even harder, making her yelp in pain, her shoulders burning from his strong grip. He ordered her to hush and questioned her why she would associate herself with usurpers, bastards and sodomites. 
What followed was of no particular interest to her, not anymore, anyways. Someone outside of the chamber, presumably Maester Myntheon, cleared their throat and told them to settle any disputes after the ceremony. Aemond had quickly slipped off his breeches - the fact that he didn’t even care enough to fully undress stung her after it had happened - and made sure to get her naked as soon as possible. 
She laid there, freezing, looking up at the tapestries next to their bed as he quickly stroked himself. ‘Do not do anything, lest he should think you a whore’ ran through her mind so often, that she almost thought that a small version of Alicent sat in her brain, spewing her nonsensical rules over and over so she could drive herself insane. 
“Open up.”
When Aemond saw her puzzled expression, he sighed, shook his head and gently pried her legs open, pulling her down the bed so that she was close to the ledge, closer to him and his half-hard member.
“I need to get to your cunt. Don’t make this more difficult for us than it has to be.”
Elisabeth felt her face heat up, and even though the room was dark, she could feel a heavy blush take over her neck and cheeks. She opened her legs wider and tried to steel herself for what was to come, but all too soon Aemond was pushing himself inside of her. She gasped as he entered her roughly, not giving her time to adjust. He kept thrusting into her with more force than necessary, making it hurt even more than it should have. Did he know it hurt? Did it hurt him?
She tried to cry out but he put a hand on her mouth and told her he was almost done. Tears started streaming down Elisabeth's face as Aemond kept going for what seemed like an eternity until finally his body went limp on top of hers. He rolled off of the bed without saying a word and left the room without so much as glancing at Elisabeth again.
Elisabeth lay there in shock, touching herself gingerly where Aemond had just been. For the first time ever she felt ashamed of herself; despite all that had just happened she still felt pleasure deep within herself that made her feel worse than before - something no one had prepared her for or warned about prior to this momentous night.
Was she a wanton whore? Was.. was Alicent right?
That was that. After that, he visited her fortnightly, stated his needs and left again. Although, Elisabeth noted quickly to herself, he had gotten gentler after seeing her bruised cunny. Proving she was a virgin had been no great feat. Her fear had made her so stiff and dry that there were multiple splotches of blood on the bed sheet, so many that even Alicent deemed to congratulate her. That was also the time where Alicent had started giving her milk of the poppy and after that, Elisabeth could not remember anything reliably. 
Even if she could, she noticed it was not the time to reminisce anymore. His eyes were dark and bright at the same time, void of feeling even while raging with anger. The candles flickered nervously on the altars as he stalked into the room and slammed the door shut behind him. Slowly turning around, she tried looking up at him despite her shaky vision. He was tall, wearing a cape with a large hood that covered his face.
If he wouldn’t … glide and give off a sense of dread, one could almost think it was Aemond himself. Yet, the way she knew him, he would not have spent such a long time chasing her and taunting her. He made it clear enough to her, she didn’t matter. 
“Have you come to confess? To repent?”
The Stranger offered her a hand, which she eyed cautiously. 
“Have you come to take me? Or are.. You taunting me?”
He laughed ominously. “You know me, I could never taunt you in a sept. But… taking you? That is a very bold request, Lady Wife.” 
Lady Wife? Elisabeth shivered and groaned, taking his cold hand. She was not instantly taken away to the realm of the dead, which made her glad and worried at the same time. 
“Wh… why..? And… why Lady Wife? I’m Elisabeth, don’t you know?” 
The Stranger helped her up and held her for a while until she gained complete function over her legs again. Letting her go, he stepped away again and looked around the Sept. 
“You're quite perplexing. You've yet to respond to my allegations, and instead, you've led me on a convoluted journey through the Red Keep, Bess.”
Calmly folding his arms behind his back, he strolled through the small hall, making sure his eyes were firmly on her shaking form.
“You even took me here, just to ask me to be with you, despite your previous reluctance. Has something changed, perhaps due to a newfound perspective from The Maiden?”
Elisabeth cocked her head to the side, trying her hardest to identify the figure in front of her. Why would… why would The Stranger care for her relations with Princess Rhaenyra and her sons? 
Why would… why would he want to engage in an amorous congress with her? Was that a cruel way the gods were testing her? 
“Well… You chased me… I thought you meant harm to me…” 
The figure hummed and it almost looked like his face turned into a doleful expression. 
“I could mean you harm depending on the answers you shall give me. We are in a sept - if you lie, you are damned. Do you know that?”
Elisabeth took a few steps back and lowered her eyes again. So it was the Stranger. He was asking about her sins so that she might repent before he took her away. That realisation hit her gut like a punch. Tears started welling up in her eyes. 
“I… yes, I do, but believe me, I-”
“I shall decide for myself if you are innocent, Lady Wife. Spare me your tales of woe.”
Closing the distance to her again, the figure gently took her chin into his hand and forced her to look up into his eyes. He quickly smoothed her hair and wiped the tears from her face.
“Before I ask you though, I need to take you. I need to take what is mine; you have ignored me long enough and now that you’ve asked me, I would be a fool not to take you up on your offer.” 
Elisabeth whimpered and stood rooted on the spot. If it weren’t for the weird pull in her stomach, she would have pleaded, would have fled. But something… Something about the way the figure touched her so gently, so caringly, made her heart leap in ways that have seldom happened. Nothing made sense anymore. 
On one hand, she wondered why on earth the Stranger wanted to take her, yet on the other, she knew that what the Gods willed was destined to happen. And if that wasn’t the Stranger? Well, but who would it be? A dream figure? But why would she dream of such things? Was she so depraved and craven? Maybe she was. In that moment, delirious and flush with adrenaline, she threw all concern out of the tiny window of propriety that she still had in her foggy mind. 
Placing a trembling hand around the Stranger’s waist, Elisabeth nodded lightly. 
“Take me then, if you must,” she whispered. The Stranger smiled in response and embraced her tightly, pulling her close to his chest as he kissed the top of her head.
They stayed like that for what felt like eternity and Elisabeth swam in a sea of emotions like never before. She could feel his heart beating against her own, slowly but surely drawing them closer together. 
He smelled familiar. Something in her mind told her she knew him; the smell of leather, dragons and sweat. Could it be...?
At long last, the figure pressed his cold lips onto hers, almost possessively. Even though it had been one of her first kisses, he guided her strongly, making sure that she couldn’t doubt him or his intentions.
Bess tried her hardest to banish the thought of Aemond in her head. No, it couldn’t be - Aemond never kissed her. It had to be the Stranger. Was that the metaphorical kiss of death? 
Answering her doubts, the Stranger slowly started to undress her, as if he was uncovering a precious gem. His hands moved with a slow and patient rhythm, almost like a ritual or dance as they explored every inch of her body. He caressed her curves and memorised every quirk on her figure until Bess had no more will left in her to resist.
For a moment it felt like time had stopped. As if the entire world was focused on them and their lovemaking; their own little bubble of pleasure and passion that nothing could penetrate. Aemond let out a low moan of pleasure as he drew his lips down Bess’s neck, relishing in the taste of her skin against his tongue. She shuddered beneath him as his fingers slowly moved ever lower, exploring each inch of her body without an ounce of inhibition or shame. She gasped when she felt his tongue swirl around one sensitive spot near the base of her spine before finally coming to rest between her legs, ready for exploration…
Elisabeth found herself melting beneath Aemond’s touch as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body in response to his ministrations. His fingers seemed to know exactly where to go and what buttons to press – it was almost like he was born again.
It was almost like Elisabeth had been born again. The grogginess in her mind had subsided almost as soon as she had felt the pleasure; so had the illusion of the Stranger. But then again, her Aemond had never been kind, gently, loving in bed. He had always been rough with her, pulling her hair if he got too excited. And this man…Her Aemond had never touched her the way he did right now. Was she still dreaming?
Aemond stepped back, the space between them electric with passion and anticipation. His smouldering gaze locked with hers, and she felt a rush of heat that paralyzed her body and mind. Even though he had desired her since the day they were married, he thought she despised him, yet now in a sept the intensity of his longing was palpable. The air around them was thick with desire.
"I need you to taste me. I need to see you naked, on your knees, here, in front of the gods. Elisabeth, I finally want to claim you as my own, as my wife, and not as a piece of meat I spill my seed into every fortnight."
Despite all of her hesitance and apprehension, Elisabeth obeyed without any objection; he was still her lord husband and adhering to her spouse was the utmost important action she could take as a dutiful wife.
With trembling, cold hands she took his long, hard member and guided it towards her mouth. Was that her punishment? But for what? She had done nothing to warrant this perverse humiliation, but as he placed a hot, determined hand on the back of her head, she knew that she hadn't had much of a choice.
Gently, Elisabeth opened her mouth and engulfed Aemond’s cock. She could feel him shudder at her touch, and the heat that emanated from his body caused her pulse to race. His breathing was ragged as he gasped her name again and again, urging her on.
With a gentle hand, she guided Aemond’s hips closer to hers before taking him deeper into her mouth. The sensation of his velvety smooth skin against hers was electrifying. Her tongue gently danced around him, exploring every inch of his manhood until he could no longer hold back the intensity of his pleasure.
Elisabeth felt embarrassed and exposed; this seemed like something she should never be allowed to do in front of the gods. But the sheer pleasure that it evoked in both herself and Aemond kept her going. Gods, it felt so wrong yet so right at the same time.
"Fuck. Yes, Bess... You belong to me... Not to The Strong bastards, not to Aegon, not to anyone else... You're... fuck... mine..."
Aemond's hands tightened around her head, making sure she was as deep as her mouth allowed her to be as he released a long moan before spilling himself inside her mouth. It was hot, salty and Elisabeth tried her hardest swallowing it without looking up at him.
With a throbbing head, she released him and covered her face in shame. She knew the milk was dangerous - yet making her dream of death and running through the Red Keep? Taking Aemond's cock like a... a dirty Harlot?
That was more than she could take. Now he knew that she was a weak person, that there was only a weak will buzzing around inside her. The last thing she needed now was the usual gloating expression on his face - his unbearable questioning. 
“I’ve done all you wanted. Ask me your questions, so that you might finally understand that none of this was ever my will,” she said as she wiped her mouth, her voice brittle.
Aemond gave her a cold look of confusion and cocked his head to the side, closing his breeches and slipping his doublet on again, after he had caught his breath. 
“What wasn’t your will? Giving yourself to me here?” 
Elisabeth sighed. "You're my husband. Your wish is my command."
Aemond, in his usual fashion, looked away from her in shame, flaring his nostrils.
"Alright then. If it is your wish again to make me feel like the worst human being in the world, then I shall do so too. I thought I could take you to your chambers again, get you a hot bath... Alas, my Lady Wife, you asked for the interrogation yourself."
He walked over to the Statue of the Mother and gave her a cold look, his tousled white hair gently floating down his back. His eyepatch made him look even scarier than it usually did.
"I've heard rumours that you've taken moon tea. Do you want to avoid giving me an heir? Swear on the Mother."
Elisabeth shivered and slowly dressed herself again, making sure not to break eye contact with Aemond. The milk made it's presence - or rather, abscence known again - it made her desperately queasy. The aftertaste of Aemond's spunk in her mouth certainly did not help.
"I swear on the Mother I haven't been taking Moon... Tea."
Aemond raised his eyebrow in a quizzical manner.
"Then what is that concoction that Maester Rithyr brings you? I can't imagine it being a skin cream."
If looks could kill, Aemond would've joined the Stranger's embrace right then and there.
"Do not mock me, Lord Husband. You and your filthy snake of a mother know exactly what it is he brings me," she seethed, her voice thick with venom. "It is exactly the thing that made me think you were the Stranger chasing me through..."
Anger was not the only thing that bubbled up inside her. Retching, she emptied her stomach onto the marble floor, the large marble hall making the splattering sound of her vomit uncomfortably loud.
Aemond's eyes blazed with fury, one hand pulled back in a fist ready to strike. But before he had the chance, Aemond's gaze fell on her frail, sweaty body next to a pool of her own bloody vomit and his arm fell limp. He was held in place by the sight, unable to move or even blink as his anger turned into fear.
"Bess, gods, tell me what it is he gives you! Come clean to me, you foolish girl!"
Elisabeth flinched and wiped her lips, groaning weakly. Aemond had not seemed like someone who would lead her into danger or punish her for being honest - if he wanted to be so cruel, he could've hit her when she cursed his mother. She took in a deep breath and tried to rid herself of the sour taste in her mouth, then nervously patted her clammy palms on the stained fabric of her dress. Leaning against the statue of the Father, she felt a little bit safer.
"From the moment we were wed, your mother has given me milk of the poppy. Told me you'd stop trying to give me an heir if I continued to act the way I did."
Coughing, she shook her head and gave Aemond a cold look. His face was unreadable - no reaction was a reaction, Elisabeth noted and took a deep breath before continuing.
"The people in front of our door at our bedding ceremony told her of your indignant attitude to me and my inability to give you an heir after that. She... She thought I was denying you and that you were too courteous to take what was yours."
Elisabeth heaved once more, so Aemond propped her up and held her hair back. As she vomited, a worrying amount of blood appeared - it was nearly just that. Frowning, Aemond used a piece of fabric from her dress to clean up her lips afterwards.
"Please continue," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot on her skin. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and wished she were in bed with a warm blanket instead of being forced to confess. But the more she said, the better chance she had of avoiding drinking that awful milk again.
"She was always displeased with me and she did not hesitate to tell me so. She told me the Daeron's future wife - a certain Clara Lannister," she gave him a sharp look putting a finger to her lips, signaling to him that it was a secret and that he didn't hear it from her, "would have made a much better wife to you than I have. She's even more pious, meeker, prettier..."
Aemond huffed. "Clara's a feeble twelve year old hussy and she has wrapped the court around her pretty little fingers. I still cannot quite comprehend why my mother would try... try to drug and shut you up."
Elisabeth raised her eyebrow and gave her husband a sorrowful look. “You remember why, don’t you my Lord Husband? You were displeased that I was fraternizing with the Strong bastards. You said to her that I wasn't serious about state affairs. You told her you couldn't go through with our marriage vows and that I was too...” A tear slid down her cheek as she shook her head. She wanted to avoid any more tears rolling down, so she looked up in an effort to stop them. "You called me Bess just as the others did to show how much of a simpleton I was and you continue doing so! You would've beat me senseless if I'd have called you Monny!"
Aemond let out an exasperated sigh before taking a seat next to Elisabeth on the cold marble floor, gently wrapping an arm around her shoulders in comfort and pulling out a handkerchief from underneath his cloak which he tenderly offered for for her to clean herself off with.
“It’s fine,” he said gruffly. “We all make mistakes.” He put a finger under her chin and lifted it towards him so she had to look him in the eye. “I thought you hated me after our marriage ceremony, and I foolishly told my mother about it in a fit of anger.” Despite his words, there was something uncomfortable in the way his gaze held hers.
Elisabeth erupted into desperate sobs, pounding her fists against his chest with each cry. The dried blood that stained her hands flaked off like dust as she grabbed him in despair. "How could you do this to me? We should have talked it through, together! Instead of understanding why I had changed after our marriage, all you ever did was lash out at me and let your mother drive me to the brink of madness - treating me like a stranger and I can barely recognise myself anymore! If I didn't love you so much, I would hate you right now. But even then, my heart still aches for you... Oh gods, Aemond..."
The strain of her confession was too much for her. Elisabeth tipped forward, still gripping onto Aemond’s tunic with her bloody hands, as she lost consciousness in his arms.
Aemond caught her, gently placing her down onto the floor, then stood up and looked around the sept. He felt torn; part of him wanted to believe what his mother said but the other part of him knew it couldn’t be true. He had made a horrible mistake by allowing his pride and anger to drive him to such lengths, and he now he had to face the consequences alone. With a heavy heart, he summoned some guards who helped move Elisabeth’s lifeless body to his chambers where she could rest peacefully and recover from her ordeal.
Aemond was left with an overwhelming feeling that something fundamental in his life had shifted during that conversation in the Sept — not just between himself and Elisabeth but also between himself and his mother — an unspoken understanding that things would never be the same between them ever again. As he walked off in a daze towards his chamber, thoughts of revenge raced through his mind as he planned how best to confront her about it all — but for now, all he could do was hope that Elisabeth would recover quickly enough so they could make sense of everything together.
He was determined to take care of Elisabeth and as he watched her sleeping in his chambers, the rage that had been building up inside him slowly melted away. He brushed a strand of hair off her forehead and sighed resignedly — he had no control over what happened next, all he could do now was to care for her. As best as he could, Aemond pulled the blankets over her body to keep her warm and placed a pillow underneath her head for extra comfort. He sat by her side all night, silently willing for herto open her eyes so they could talk this out together, but it seemed like she wouldn’t wake up anytime soon.
The hours dragged on and his frustration only heightened with every minute that passed until finally Aemond couldn’t take it anymore. He ordered one of the guards to stay with Elisabeth before storming off in an attempt to clear his head. As he walked through the corridors of the castle, images of their conversation in the Sept replayed in his mind but try as he might, Aemond still couldn’t make sense of it all – what did this all mean? Could they ever go back to the way things were before?
Aemond was prepared to take matters into his own hands, he always was. He thought that this evening would end in him seeking a divorce or a mistress at court, arguing with his senseless simpleton of a wife, yet nothing could have prepared him for the confrontation he would have with her. 
Storming up the steps up to her apartments, he quickly shooed away Ser Criston Cole and opened the doors. He followed the light through the Entrance Hall up to her solar, where Alicent sat quietly on a settee, getting her feet rubbed by a lady in waiting. She raised a questioning eyebrow. 
"Whatever's the matter, Aemond? Is Helaena all right? Did Aegon do something?" 
Aemond's nostrils flared with fury as he fought himself to remain silent. How dare no one tell him - Elisabeth's husband - that his own wife had become a shadow of her former self, her mind so clouded with drugs she was practically a ghost? He could feel the rage building in his chest, threatening to escape and take over.
"Milk of the Poppy. Have you lost your damned senses?"
Alicent flinched a bit at his dangerously low, cool tone and sent her lady out. He could not make out her facial expression - it could have been anything from boredom to indifference - which angered him even more. Trying not to act too rashly, he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. 
"Say something! And don't you dare deny it, I know it was you! Maester Rithyr told me everything", he lied effortlessly. He knew he had to - everything else would put Elisabeth in great danger.
Alicent lowered her eyebrow again, donned her slippers and stood up. Her face changed into a caring and hurt one, leaving Aemond a bitter taste in his mouth. 
"Wasn't it you who told me she was cavorting with Jacaerys? Didn't you complain of her disobedience, my dear?"
'So it is my fault now', he thought and took a deep breath, stepping closer to her and grabbing her tightly by the shoulders.
"What I wanted was for you to give her spiritual guidance and help in transitioning into her role as a princess. Why-"
"You cannot turn Mice into dragons, Son. Everyone knows that Bess doesn't fulfil your needs and our doubt will only be confirmed if she continues to be barren."
Alicent interrupted him icily and tore herself from his grip, sitting back down. 
"I have received a raven from Boros Baratheon, he said his daughters had only just flowered. What do you think? Or would you rather prefer Clara Lannister? I could..."
Aemond was taken aback, this conversation had gone way beyond his expectations. How could his own mother suggest such a thing? He knew he had to put an end to it before it was too late.
"Stop right there, Mother", he said sharply interrupting her mid-sentence. "Contrary to popular belief I like��Elisabeth a lot and do not wish to take another wife."
He glanced coolly around the chamber and smiled unsettlingly.
"You must forget yourself, dear Mother. Helaena is Queen Consort now so it should be in her responsibility to judge on these issues and you know how much she likes Elisabeth. And besides, if the court would know of your... hysterics, who would continue to take you seriously? You know how your dear father, the Hand, dislikes your moody tendencies."
His words must have struck a chord - Alicent paled significantly and shrunk in her seat, clasping her hands on her lap.
Aemond continued with a calm, yet terrifying tone:"I don't wish for you to continue giving her the drug. I think the milk of poppy may be causing her infertility and I won't let that happen. You barred me from having heirs - who knows what you did with Helaena or you will do with that Lannister girl? It's almost treasonous, you know."
Alicent was desperate and scared, she picked at the skin around her nails to distract herself from what she knew would be a losing battle.
"My son-", her voice was small and trembling. She wanted to argue with him but his implacable gaze made it difficult for her to even look him in the eye. He had always been so strong willed, just like her own father. She had never been able to get through his hard shell of pride and arrogance, no matter how hard she tried.
"I only wish the best for you and our kingdom," she said softly trying to reason with him but he merely scoffed in response.
"Then how can you suggest me taking another wife? It would do more damage than good." His words were cold and final - this conversation was over before it began. Aemond stepped away from her and towards the door, pausing momentarily as he grabbed the handle."Remember our discussion mother", he said sternly before leaving the room without another word.
Aemond stepped out of the chamber, feeling a mix of anger and disappointment. He had hoped that his mother would be able to understand his point of view, but it seemed she was too entrenched in her own ideas about Elisabeth's faults to do so.
He walked down the corridor that led to the castle courtyard, trying to clear his mind of all thoughts. But as he walked, he couldn't help but think about how much he had changed since he had been married with Elisabeth. He had never imagined himself being such a cold and vengeful man, no.
The thought brought a sharp pang of guilt - what if word got out that the heir presumptive to the Iron Throne was considering taking another wife? It could cause widespread scandal and potentially put him at odds with some powerful houses. He shook his head in dismay, knowing that this wasn't an option for him - not now, not ever.
Aemond made his way to the training yard to clear his mind. He picked up a sword and began to practice with it, swinging it in powerful arcs and thrusts as if he were fighting some invisible enemy. His body moved in sync with the blade, becoming increasingly faster until sweat was dripping down his face from the exertion. The familiar movements soothed him - they allowed him to forget about the pressures of court life for a time, giving him respite from all of its trifling problems.
Once he felt sufficiently calm, Aemond returned back to his chambers and changed into some clothes more suited for the upcoming feast. As he finished dressing, he noticed something odd - there was a faint light coming from his bedroom. He rushed over to see what she was doing, hoping that she had woken up again, which she had, indeed.
Elisabeth looked up at Aemond with an anxious expression on her face before hastily turning away from him. "I don't wish to cause trouble," she muttered quietly before standing up and making her way toward the door without another word. "I shall just... retire to my chambers, Lord Husband."
Aemond watched as she stood up, feeling confused and slightly hurt by her actions - why was she so distant? What had happened happened to her?
"Elisabeth?"
He said her name softly, stepping closer to her and taking a gentler tone. He had meant to apologize for his earlier words, but something else came out instead.
"I wanted to thank you, for telling me the truth yesterday. I know it must have been difficult for you. I spoke with my mother and she will never give you milk of the poppy again if she values her life and social standing."
Elisabeth's dark eyes widened as she stared at him in shock. She had completely forgotten the events of the previous day and that Aemond had cared for her after her hallucination - another one of the side effects of the milk. His kind words made the feelings of guilt and confusion wash over her anew, and it was hard not to be taken aback by his unexpected familiarity with her. If she wouldn't have felt that painful yearning in her soul for more of the drug, she would've believed that she was still dreaming.
"L-lord Husband? How...? Why...?"
He smiled, realizing that she must'nt have remembered what had happened yesterday.
"It doesn't matter now," he said kindly. "What matters is that I would like for you to join me at the feast this evening, so people can see how beautiful and intelligent my wife truly is."
Elisabeth gave him a weary look before returning his small smile. She quickly glanced at her reflection in the mirror, before blushing self consciously.
"I give thanks to the Father for leading you to discover the truth... Before we go, can I take a moment to change my clothes?", she questioned quietly, gazing up into his eyes. Once they had filled her with unease but now caused her heart to flutter with a hint of love.
Gently laying a kiss on her forehead, Aemond motioned for one of his loyal servants to come forth. He commanded them to fill the grand bath with steaming hot water and to bring a most exquisite dress for her. "Let me be the one to tend to you my darling. I must have you look as though you are mine," he uttered in a commanding yet affectionate voice.
The servants quickly scurried to do his bidding, bringing forth everything Aemond would need to make Elisabeth beautiful. They filled the bath with fragrant herbs and oils, as well as a variety of soaps and lotions for her to use. They also brought forth an exquisite gown of rich green silk and delicate lace, complete with matching slippers.
Elisabeth silently slipped into the soothing hot bath while Aemond knelt down beside her and began to lovingly bathe her body. He took great care not to scrub too harshly on her bruises and scrapes, something that she had not expected from him. The heat and his gentle touch made her trust him more with every second. "Lord Hus- um, I mean, Aemond, might I ask you soething?"
Aemond squeezed out the sponge in his hand and gently caressed her body. He truly missed out on all of this due to his anger against the Blackss, he noted grimly in his mind and gently started brushing her long, dark hair.
"You may speak freely, Elisabeth."
Elisabeth flushed and hastily sought to conceal the exposed parts of her body, aghast at being presented thus before her husband. "I had been given milk of Poppy yesterday, which has stripped my memory," she ventured nervously, attempting to tread carefully knowing full well his notorious temper. She hoped that whatever grievances between them had subsided in his mind and uttered in an almost meek voice, "Could you tell me what happened? I..."
"Elisabeth, you do not need to be so shy and meek around me," Aemond said soothingly. "I know that is not your true temperament. I will try to reign in my anger more if it makes you feel better." Reaching for a cloth, he dried her body before helping her out of the tub and into the dress they had brought for her. As he arranged it around her frame, Aemond thought about what he should tell herknowing that avoiding certain topics would not help them move forward any better. He gathered his thoughts before finally speaking gently yet firmly.
"I do think it's best for us both if I... do not recapitulate everything, my darling." He tied the ribbons at the back of her dress and gently guided her to a seat, giving her a few pins and such so that she could arrange her hair. His member twitched slightly as he thought back to her, naked on the marble floor, her lips flush against his skin. "You hallucinated something about The Stranger, ran around the Red Keep and then you confessed to being drugged by my mother. We then reached an understanding and I carried you here," he said matter-of-factly, trying his hardest to banish the thought of her full, naked figure from his mind.
Feeling a little flustered, Elisabeth swiftly pulled her hair into a loose bun on her head, letting one or two strands flutter down onto her chest. “Oh, I'm sorry to hear I subjected you through this, I thank you for listening to me and for forgiving me," she said softly. After finishing her hairdo, she stood up and bowed towards Aemond. “Thank you, my Prince, for everything. Shall we go and have dinner?”
When the doors to the Hall opened, a hush fell over the crowd and all that remained was an eerie stillness. With an air of grandeur, Prince Aemond Targaryen strode in, his purple eye sweeping the room like a hawk, the other hidden behind his leather eyepatch. But what shocked the court even more was who he had with him. Princess Elisabeth Lonmouth walked tall and proud beside her husband, having not been seen much since their marriage six months ago. She appeared almost otherworldly with her petite stature and unusual looks, her dark hair waving languidly as a gentle breeze wafted into the Hall. Her chin was raised high and there was no hint of submission or fear in her presence.
The star of Aemond Targaryen had risen again - ready to face the Dance of the Dragons with Elisabeth by his side.
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