#yes i included her holding the hand of his statue... what about it?

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Being Oberyn's lover

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

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Oberyn is an infamous man for several reasons, some of which include the rumors of his usage of poison during duels and an interest in the dark arts. Posion-laced swords and dark arts aside, one of the most notable things about him is his multitude of lovers. From men to women, nobles to brothel workers, Oberyn is no stranger to sex and hardly a stranger to love. He may have a wandering eye but his heart remains fiercely loyal to his lovers/paramours and his many daughters whom he deeply cares for despite their bastard status. 

As such, it is no surprise that you catch Oberyn's eye during one of his trips with Ellaria throughout Westeros. He needs little convincing to speak to you and is as smooth as butter when he begins flirting. While he enjoys giggling maidens or blushing lords, his interest spikes when you come off as indifferent to his charm. He is a Dornishman and Dornishmen love a challenge, especially when he notices your eyes linger on him for far too long to be uninterested. 

Of course, Oberyn mentions his interest to Ellaria, for she is essentially his wife and the mother of many of his daughters. Ellaria provides her approval and encouragement, even going as far as befriending you and acting as some sort of wingwoman to her lover. You quickly put together her involvement in Oberyn's plan to woo you and while it's unusual at first, you learn that it's not so odd in Dorne. A cat-and-mouse game ensues and Oberyn's interest becomes all the more clear to others.

Oberyn's main love languages are gift-giving and physical touch, although he'll provide every other love language known to mankind. Since Oberyn's interest extends past sex, you'll be properly courted by him and this will include countless lavish gifts. He is a prince, after all, and his wealth knows little bounds. You can expect a variety of gifts, from clothes to brooches and anything you can think of. You mention wanting something? Expect that very thing sitting in your room the next day. Oberyn is also very handsy with his lovers and always has a hand on them or has them sit on his lap. He's still a prince and gentleman, however, so he will keep his hands to himself until you are comfortable enough with him. Once he has that green light, expect to find his hand resting on your waist or back, and don't be surprised if it wanders.

 You nod along to the lord as he speaks, absentmindedly listening to the conversation about lands and such. None of it really interests you as you're the thirdborn in your family and the likelihood of you ever needing to know much of what he spoke of was slim. The conversation shifts onto his children as he recalls a funny story and then begins the prodding.

"I hear you remain unwed." The Lord hums thoughtfully and strokes his beard. "We've been searching for someone to wed my second eldest-"

"My Lord," A familiar voice greets from behind and sends a welcomed jolt up your spine, unable to contain the smile before it breaks out on your face. Oberyn steps up beside you and his lips curl up in a genuine smile for you, the palm of his hand pressing soothingly against your lower back and slowly creeping to wrap his fingers around your hip. He holds eye contact, even as he speaks to the man. "I'm afraid I'll have to steal this one from you, My Lord." He simply states and without waiting for a response, he sweeps you away from the sputtering lord. 

"Oberyn," You laugh softly and send an apologetic look over your shoulder right before Oberyn leads you fully out of the room. He spins around on his heel and cups your face, his warm skin pressing against yours. His eyes lack their typical sultriness or grumpiness, instead replaced with a fond look that makes you want to look away. He leans forward and kisses you gently. 

"How are you, dearest?" 

Once Oberyn manages to convince the head of your family, you find your belongings packed and ready for Dorne. Oberyn and Ellaria show great excitement and contentment over this, talking about all the things they wish to show you and the people they want you to meet. Dorne is a hot, desert and mountain-covered region but Sunspear is a gorgeous castle surrounded by the ocean and the shadow city. Oberyn's family is welcoming, if not a bit exhausted with him, but they're still warm and kind to you. Though Doran is semi-distant at first, his children are much friendlier and happy to get to know you. After Doran and his children, Ellaria introduces you to the Sand Snakes, Oberyn's countless daughters. Their reactions vary and some are more welcoming than others but all are accepting of their father's decision to take you as a serious lover.

While eager to show you his home, Oberyn first gets you acquainted with your new bedroom and the bed. Oberyn is a versatile lover, although he enjoys being the one in control most times depending on his mood. You can expect to spend a lot of time in bed with Oberyn, and sometimes even with Ellaria. Oberyn is a giver and he'll often have you pinned beneath him until you can take no longer before peppering you with kisses and cooing gentle words in your ear. 

Oberyn is a thoughtful and dutiful lover who ensures you'll never feel left behind or cast away. However, you must be fine with sharing him with others, and even if you find this difficult at times, Ellaria will provide soothing words of advice and comfort. Oberyn will ensure to push away any worries or insecurities and he'll even encourage you to seek out your own lovers, just as long as you always return to him. 

If you are a lady, you can surely expect to fall with child soon after arriving in Dorne. Ellaria, who basically becomes your sister, tends to you and helps you through the process of pregnancy and labor. Oberyn will grow protective during this time and you'll often find him resting his hand over the bump or speaking to it. He'll ensure you are being treated with the utmost care and by the very best. Whether son or daughter, Oberyn will love his child, and the Sand Snakes will be incredibly protective of their newest sibling. 

Oberyn is one of those lovers that still courts you well into the relationship. He continues providing gifts and trying to make you swoon all over just because he feels like it. Getting with Oberyn means having a thoughtful, open-minded lover, a kind sister, and countless deadly stepdaughters willing to fight in your honor if they have to. 

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[cerealbishh]

Back near the shore, back to before

You took my hand

#the little mermaid live action #the little mermaid 2023 #halle bailey #jonah hauer king #princess ariel #prince eric #ariel x eric #i have not been this obsessed with eric and ariel for a long time if ever tbh #their chemistry is SOOOO GOOD!!! #their acting and singing as individuals too??? WOW #listen i am 2 weeks late but i am here #i never gif or even really like live action disney stuff so this is how you know how much i love them #have never left my head for almost a damn week #this is just basically every time their hands touched or brushed against each other #maybe this is only for me idk #yes i included her holding the hand of his statue... what about it? #i am planning to do an evolution of how they look at each other compilation and an ariel and max compilation too #the little mermaid live action spoilers? #tw: flashing lights #i love how it's the hand of the statue she grabs and holds onto in this version tbh #because they hold hands so much in this movie #tlmedit #thelittlemermaidedit #disneyedit #hbaileyedit #jhauerkingedit

[junipers-archive]

And They Were Roommates

Word Count: 1k

Includes: Fluff, fluff, some more fluff and a kiss? You confront Spencer about your relationship status after Penelope informs you of everyone's belief of you being more than roommates :)

(Prompt from this challenged by @imagining-in-the-margins)

You were at the coffee shop nearest to the apartment, desperately trying to find a pick me up. It was 6:30am...a new record for you. Seeing as your roommate and best-friend Spencer hadn't alerted you that you guys ran out of coffee at home, you were now standing in what you deem the longest line in the world you'd ever seen for coffee.

Then again it was one of the first times you'd been up this early to see people who actually got up early. It'd only been 10 minutes but you swore if you didn't get your daily caffeine boost soon you'd start to shut down.

The line was moving at snail pace so you decided to see what the problem was, only to catch a Penelope Garcia with 8 coffees in her arms, trying to balance her way out of the crowd.

Fortunately for her, Spencer had introduced you to the team a few months ago after they'd wanted to see where he lived and he was essentially peer-pressured in showing them by Derek. You'd been given a 5-minute notice at the late hour of 11pm and to this day are still making him pay on movie-nights where you got to choose the film.

You were torn between helping Penelope and staying in your spot in line, but seeing as you remembered how kind she had been and she was about to drop all that coffee, you took pity. Rushing over and calling her name,

"Penelope, you need some help there?"

"ah!-oh hi Y/n, sorry you scared me for a moment! And yes please."

You took one of the trays of coffee from her, holding her purse around your other arm. "Not that I mind helping, but why all the coffee?"

"Well" She was now wobbling over to a table that was just freed up by a couple, talking to you while placing her many belongings on it,

"Sometimes, I like to get up really early and get coffee for the team, cause you know the coffee at work sucks and I'm sure Spencer's already alerted you, but someone's been stealing the curate cups from the kitchen!"

You now placed the tray you had been carrying on the table as well,

"No...uh Spencer doesn't exactly talk about his job much, we usually just talk about other stuff"

She looked surprised at this, "Really? I thought he'd be more open about what he does with his girlfriend. But I guess thats just Spencer."

Now it was your turn to be surprised. "I-I'm sorry, did you say girlfriend?"

"Well, I mean yeah, you live together, he talks about you all the time, and when we went over you two just had so much chemistry we all just assumed-" she stopped talking as she saw the growing disbelief on your face, "I-I just- I'm sorry are you not dating?"

You were speechless. Absolutely speechless.

I mean sure you liked Spencer, he was one of your best-friends and you did live together and yea maybe you had feelings for him. But could other people see it too?

I mean, it made sense, now that you thought about it, you two were practically never seen apart, having roomate-movie-nights, going on consistent 'friend-dates', eating almost every meal together and getting each other gifts for holidays, even sometimes falling asleep in each others beds when you both got black-out drunk on occasion...

Were you dating?

Penelope had taken your silence as her cue to leave, gathering her things, but you had another idea, one that wouldn't leave you overthinking for the rest of the day.

"Wait- I- I'll help you! I mean you can't carry this all yourself!"

"Thank you" she smiled " but you're sure you don't have anywhere to be?"

"Not a place in the world." You would just call in sick today, you thought.

On the drive to the BAU as you talked to Penelope who you found was alluringly talkative, you also realized you might not even be able to get into the building. When you asked she waved her hand, shooing away your worries it seemed as she explained that as long as you weren't a spy you'd be fine for staying a couple minutes since she had clearence.

The topic of Spencer didn't come up again.

Once you got there and helped Penelope up to the office you caught sight of your roommate sitting at his desk. Excusing yourself, you began walking over, It was more decorated than you assumed, containing his adorable action figure favorites and small trinkets you'd given him over the years. And as you got closer you even found he had a picture of the two of you posing at a theme park you'd forced him to go to with you.

He saw you before you were closer, standing himself up as well.

"Y/n? What-What're you doing here?"

"Are we dating?"god you needed to get a filter, but you were really curious.

He sputtered at that, which admittedly made you smile, "I-uh-Who-did Garcia?-What?"

By pure instinct you grabbed his face so he had to look at you now, as he had a habit of looking down when nervous.

You asked him once more,

"Doctor Spencer Reid Are you dating me?"

You could feel him blush against your palms as he answered,

"Uhm...do you want me to be dating you?"

You don't know what had gotten into you that morning, but the next thing you did surprised both of you, pulling him closer as his hands circled your waist hesitantly and you kissed him.

It was soft at first, almost gentle in the way the both of you were nervous, but eventually he deepened it, grabbing one side of your face, the other circling your waist completely now as you arms came to rest around his shoulders.

When you both had to finally come up for air you breathed out your more than obvious response, "yes."

And while you both grinning like idiots at one another, Penelope was adamantly taking photos of the two of you for your wedding which she had already informed Spencer was to be on October 31 of next year.

You never even noticed you didn't get your coffee, knowing you were now with the Dr.Spencer Reid was enough of a pick-me-up to last you a lifetime.

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Update: Part 2

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[hana-no-seiiki]

MATCHBREAKER

inspired by TAWOG’s “The Matchmaker”episode. aka damian asserting his dominance the prequel. everyone is aged up and legal.

pairing: yan! batfam/teen titans x kitsune! reader

status: unedited

[ prequel to this fic ]

Damian had finally come to terms that he may have a crush on you. As evidenced by his large collection of photos, clothing and drawings. But, along with this came a slew of obstacles.

Now you see the biggest problem about his crush on you was that a lot of people also had an obsession with your magnificent self, mainly Garfield and Rachel. In addition to your newfound relationship with the former, Damian was in shambles.

And Rachel, not realizing Garfield was actually serious about his flirtations towards you, may or may not have created a love potion that he ended up stealing and dosing you with.

“So you’re saying that the reason why I’ve been suffering these past few days weren’t because they genuinely loved each-other, but because you. screwed. up?!”

Dick shook the magic-user back and forth. You had been outright rejecting his advances these past few days in favor of actually being loyal to your boyfriend and it hurt his poor ego; shattered his heart. Not only that but the two of you would engage in such aggressive PDA he wouldn’t be surprised if you two started boning during a fight.

“No, it’s because they’re just destined to be together— yes, Grayson! I screwed up!” Rachel shoved him off of her. Dusting her cape before readjusting it to cover her entire body again.

“And Garfield didn’t consume any of this Love Potion, you speak of?” Kori thought back to the times Garfield outright said how much he loved you. He was quite shameless but he never got serious or confident enough to properly pursue you when the entire team was after your affections.

“That’s. . . all on him. The Love Potion works with just one recipient.”

“That little—“

Damian interrupted Jamie from swearing, an even graver look on his face as he commander. “Titans. It’s time to play Matchbreaker.”

PLAN A: FE[A]R OF COMMITMENT

The plan of attack included several strategies. Each carefully thought out before hand. Well, for the most part.

“[Y/N] hates commitment. What if we scare them by making Garfield propose?” Jamie proposed, the beetle behind him pulses its lights in agreement.

“On it.” Tim got to working. In just an hour he had a site and link to lure you in. Running on pure determination to keep you away from Beast Boy, it wasn’t a challenge to make an elaborate trap by hacking into Garfield’s account and messaging you. That, and considering you’re a bit of a boomer. You didn’t really question much of what was happening.

“. . . You’re invited to a wedding with Garfield?” You read aloud as everyone watched with bated breaths.

But instead of reeling in disgust, it’s almost as if hearts started growing out of your eyes as you squealed, “Awe~! A-ccept!”

Everyone deflated in defeat. Some looked to Rachel in scorn. “I may or may not have increased the dosage to . . . almost unbreakable levels.”

“Why?!”

“As . . . practice. . .” Rachel looked away, using her cape to partially cover her face.

The rest of the titans collectively sigh.

“Nothing a little finesse can’t fix.” Dick cracked his knuckles.

PLAN C: [C]RIME OF PASSION

“[Y/N]. You look stunning today.” Nightwing approached you. A smirk on his face that would look menacing if it wasn’t from your friend.

“Thanks, Dick — I— “ You waved at him only for your lips to meet his seconds after. You struggled to push him away, but that only worsened the situation and prompted him to insert his tongue.

The worst part of the whole situation being that Garfield just walked in to witness that.

Rachel and Damian appeared behind him, courtesy of the former’s magic and with the latter holding a baton in his hands. “What’s this?”

“A crime of passion.”

The two were prepared to knock out Garfield if he did seriously attempt hurting you. Desperate times call for desperate measures after all, and since he wasn’t affected by magic everything should go according to pla-

“But they’re too good not to be shared!”

“Alright folks, get the big bird off of them!”

Dick was knocked out by Jason and Victor, effectively putting him out of commission for the next . . . several plans.

PLAN F: [F]URRY LOVE

“Okay who named this plan, exactly?”

Rachel questioned as she looked through the blueprints and diagrams on the board (Yes, they were being that thorough).

Victor coughed at her comment.

“Before we start this properly I can at least make one of his transformations last a while so they don’t . . . “ Do the hanky panky. Everyone thought in different levels of crassness in their head.

“Do it.” The entire team wordlessly agreed, if there was anything they’d do everything to stop it was you getting down and dirty with the green young adult.

After an intense mission and just as Rachel’s spell dictated, Garfield was stuck in his gorilla form. “I- I can’t turn back!”

But the heroes seemed to forget that you also had a furry form and did not mind Garfield’s in the slightest, even cheering him up by saying, “It’s fine, honey. It just means there’s more to love!“

“GET THEM AWAY FROM EACHOTHER, NOW!” Victor screeched in horror, circuits frying from the terrifying sight he’s witnessing.

After promptly blasting the two of you apart for a bit, the team members hurried into their positions for the second half of the plan.

“Quick, get the lice!” Kori hollered at Jamie who was fumbling around with the box of lice he bought online. She then lifted him overhead, allowing the blue suited man to cover his former friend (he didn’t consider him a friend anymore at this point) with the insects.

“Ack! Why am I feeling so itchy?”

“Let me help you with that—“

You two are swiftly sent to different parts of the state before things get too nasty.

PLAN L: JEA[L]OUS DAMIAN (actual name: [L]eft Nut)

It has been almost a week since they started unleashing their plans upon the couple but the Titans and co. didn’t gain much ground. Your infatuation almost worsened as the days went by, and keeping you away from Beast Boy was close to impossible when your specialty in the team was stealth and espionage.

“Demonspawn? Hang on — what are you-“ Jason, who had a perfect line up for Garfield’s scrotum raised his hands in annoyance, watching through his scope as his younger brother suddenly swooped in to grab you from your boyfriend and ruining his shot.

“Well . . . That works.”

Once Damian had you secured in his room, he slammed you unto his bed.

May it be from the shock of sudden movements or seeing your own crush hovering over you, the effects of the Love Potion broke and you leaned upwards to kiss your leader.

You two spent hours tied up together before you eventually pulled away. Meeting the youngest Robin’s still angered face you laughed awkwardly,

“Ahaha . . . I’m screwed aren’t I?”

“Oh Habibti, you can’t even imagine.”

Damian was unsure of his future with you. What he was sure of was that this little fox needed a leash, and what leader would he be if he didn’t assert his authority?

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[spideyhexx]

Building on the last posting it would bother Snow to see formal academy!reader fall for Sejanus and the two get into a relationship. Especially if this is after Snow tries(key word tries) to implement Tigris' suggestions about him being nicer to you. Like in Coriolanus' werid and convulsed mind and lack of morals. He thinks because he puts forth the effort to "change" then reader should be willing to submit or accept his advances. Not him realizing that just because you make forth the effort to change doesn't mean that person is obligated to accept you or your requests. Not to mention he still got that capital pride that makes him think that Reader should be more than happy to enter into a relationship with him. He's a Snow after all... even though they're broke and the only currency he has is the family name and his charisma. So it isn't money that's makes you better than the districts but the name/prestige that comes with the money. Not to mention the value of the name itself and not just monetary.

Like just because the Pliths are rich most of the Capitol including Coriolanus still sees them as district. I think because of this mindset it challenges/bothers Snow when reader isn't interested in him beyond the surface. And like you said before she sees something in him and stays away. It's like Coriolanus doesn't understand that there's more to a person than status or wealth. Or that genuine relationships and/or emotion can occur without any underlying agendas

Ps. Sorry this was so long

don’t apologize this was so insightful n wonderful < 3

Yeah, after some thinking, Coriolanus would decide to take Tigris' advice and be nicer to you. He only approaches you when you don't seem busy, he'll offer to hold your books or bag to class, he asks about how you are, etc, but you feel like you've already learned what he's all about so this gesture, while somewhat genuine, only comes across as fake, like he's trying to get something (which he is).

And when he learns you and Sej had gone on a date and then sees the two of you holding hands, he's literally foaming at the mouth over it.

Yes, I agree, he's like thinking about how he tried to change his approach and you still ignored all of his advances and to him, that's just not fair. He thinks he deserves more than that. Coriolanus would resort back to his more hateful way of thinking so fast because he's impatient and you just won't let up. He can't crack you and it drives him completely insane.

And yes! He also tells himself that you'd be unhappy with Sejanus, that only if you saw he was trying to be nicer and better, you'd realize he's the right one for you to marry. Then he'd snap out of these thoughts by reminding himself that you're district. It's like a constant battle in his head; Coryo is thinking, 'I'm so in love with her,' then 'she's district, I hate her being here.'

Plus he'd be trying to understand why you ignore him. Part of him is aware of your intelligence, but part of him think so poorly of you, he's like she can't be smart enough to see through me. But you do.

And I agree, I've mentioned this before, but he would always be thinking you're just interested in Sejanus cause of his money and family and for that sole reason, he doesn't understand why you wouldn't be interested in him. Despite his lack of money, the Snow name is still powerful and isn't that enough to lure you in his direction? And like you said, he just can't comprehend that there could be just genuine feelings and desire in the capitol beyond wealth and status.

let's chat about coryo, sej, or both, here :)

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[imaginethezeldaverse]

Idk if you still do headcanon requests, but could you do bits of the SFW Alphabet for Ganondorf (mostly Im asking about this with TOTK Ganondorf in mind, but it can be any Ganondorf because they’re all great).

Letters I had in mind are A, C, D, G, H, I, J, K, S, and L if that’s ok. If it’s too many that’s also completely fine. (Unrelated but the nsfw Ganondorf headcanons you posted are part of the inspiration I got to make my own zonai oc and then ship her w the demon king)

Totally okay! Sorry this took so long! I was also thinking of TotK!Ganondorf for this so same brain!

And did you say your own Zonai oc?! You simply must show me, I'd love to see! SFW Template taken from this post here:

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's a moderately affectionate person. But the catch is - only with you and in small ways. What I mean by that is he'll remember things like the kind of flower you like or your favorite color and show in different ways that he's committed to memory those pieces of information. While not against public bigger displays of affection, he reserves them more for when you're in private, not because he doesn't want to - but those kinds of gestures he feels are ones only you deserve to see and have. Smaller signs of affection may include kissing your knuckles or resting his hand on your back lightly when close to you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He's not opposed to it! Though he may not admit it outright, he enjoys embracing you more than he lets on lol. His preferred way of holding you is by spooning, with arm draped around your waist and his legs tangled up in yours. It keeps you safe and secure in his arms.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

At some point, yes, that is the goal Ganondorf wants to strive for: a spouse to rule alongside his status as king at the Gerudo throne. I will say though, he definitely gets his fair share in of laying with others before he gets to that point. Though it is treated more as learning experiences for him so as to be able to please his partner. Ganondorf is actually not a bad cook at all. He's not particular with what he eats exactly, but the man likes his food well-seasoned, and sometimes you just have to make the food yourself to the tastes that you'd prefer. He's personally cleanly, but I honestly don't think he cleans himself, no. He does take advantage of some of the perks of being chief, you know?

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

There's a yes and no to this answer. Looking at him you wouldn't think that he's capable of a more benign demeanor, but I assure you - his upbringing has given him space for being more than just a conqueror and a warrior. Physically there is always a time and a place for when weapon wielded hands are meant to provide comfort and reassurance. Emotionally is a little tougher, while he knows there are instances where he should be, can be kinder, being the only male sets a heavy expectation on him - to be strong, to be tough, to be a provider. He knows his heart should be more open for you in that sense - but an open heart lays the ground work for weakness, and as chief he feels he can't be weak when he has a whole society to protect.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes them - but they are few and far between. When Ganondorf hugs you though, it's more like a protective hold. Very safe, very secure. Still tender! But you get this feeling of security in his arms. He's largely muscular and huge in comparison to you, so when his arms come around you, they kind of literally engulf you. He can lift you into his arms during these hugs without issue too.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Haha...so my headcanon with Ganondorf is he won't say those words outright unless it's in passion or under distress. More often than not he'll either imply it by action or through a different way of saying it. Like for example, you tell him 'I love you' and he'll say something along the lines of life, 'You give meaning to my days, my love'. Something like that - substantial enough to imply your importance in his heart - but never quite 'I love you'.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oooooooh I go 50/50 on this. He's not inherently a jealous person - who would be? He's a king, has the physique of a god and is an accomplished warrior - but should you laugh a little too hard with someone else or if someone else tries to pull your attentions away from Ganondorf more than is necessary, well let's just say Ganondorf is not necessarily fond of that. It honestly doesn't even take much to keep the person at a more appropriate distance from you either, the man need only give them a stern look - that often tends to be enough to shake most.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Depends on the type of kiss! The Gerudo chief is capable of light kisses, like on your hand or your shoulder. Or more passionate kisses like your lips. His favorite sfw place to kiss you is probably your shoulder blade. It's just intimate enough to be a show of affection but also not inappropriate to do out in public. On him however, Ganondorf, when not being kissed on the lips actually likes being kissed on his forehead. There's a lot of power in one's third eye, and he considers it a high form of endearment when you place loving kisses there. Almost feels like a blessing to him, you know?

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Stern, but sympathetic. Ganondorf can be hardass toward children that require some discipline (for their own good - like kids who are jumping off of several flights of stone steps, knowing they can hurt themselves but do it anyway for fun? Those kind of kiddos), but he is not without a heart. Children who require nurturing or guidance are not without a genuine father-figure should they find themselves in his care.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Should you prove yourself capable, whether it be a fighter, scholar, what have you - he's protective to only the extent that you'd need him. You have a weapon's master and sorcerer on your arm, there isn't a single thing he can't use to protect you, thankfully. As for protecting him, you'll find he most likely won't need it. Though should you try to protect him - deep down he'll find it admirable. Just don't get hurt or it'll turn into a lecture on your safety.

#legend of zelda #legend of zelda: tears of kingdom #loz: totk #tears of the kingdom #totk ganondorf #ganondorf #ganondorf x reader #ganondorf headcanons #sfw headcanons #totk headcanons #totk fanfic #tears of the kingdom fanfiction #x reader

[00belle00lovely00]

okay- okay- I'm shy to ask this but- got any headcanons for CraftyCorn×KickinChicken? it's just- these two has something special I promise you I'm not insane trust me gurl-

B E S T I E.

NO SHAME ON IT.

WE AIN'T BEING SHY IN THIS HOUSE. AND DON'T CALL YOURSELF INSANE CAUSE, MY FRIEND, IF YOU ARE CRAZY I'M FAR GONE-

I LOVE THE SHIP DYNAMIC YOU JUST GAVE ME-

WHY MAY YOU ASK? WELL LET ME TELL YOU EXACTLY THAT

🎨⭐💙🤍💛🎨⭐💙🤍💛🎨⭐💙🤍💛🎨⭐💙🤍💛🎨⭐

STELLAR OR COSMOS. YES. THAT IS THE BEST SHIP NAME FOR THESE FELLOWS. IF NOT, I HAVE NO CLUE.

Opposites attract, you guys. Maybe not like Dogday and Catnap in that sense, but LITERALLY in their social status and personality are they opposites.

Kickin would've totally heard from someone else that Craftycorn had a crush on him, which in this case she didn't YET, but BECAUSE of that fact he would play all high and mighty and say that he would act "hard to get". So at the end of the day, he would go around and try to send indirect pickup lines, hoping she would get nervous and ask if he was serious only for him to reject the thought of it. BUT INSTEAD. Craftycorn is completely confused by the comment and thinks it's just a playful joke from Kickin. Then she attempts to laugh it off to not make the situation awkward for herself, AND GUESS WHAT. JUST BECAUSE OF THAT ONE ACT, JUST BECAUSE SHE GIGGLED TO IT. HE INSTANTLY CRUSHES ON HER. AND NOW DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, BECAUSE HE TOLD THE ENTIRE GROUP HE WOULD BE ACTING HARD TO GET.

SO TAKING THE LAST HEADCANON IN THOUGHT, WE GET: AN IN-DENIAL COOL GUY WANNA BE X AN OBLIVIOUS QUIET GIRL.

I'll never stop head canonizing Craftycorn doodling the people she crushes on.

A very nice thought I would get from these two is Craftycorn asking Kickin if she'd like to hold his hand. At first, Kickin dismisses it, then reluctantly agrees, only for Crafty to witness how downright NERVOUS this man got. Like- we are talking about taking feathers, sweating beads dripping down his forehead, and even getting chicken skin WHILE BEING A CHICKEN. As she notices it, she attempts to comfort him and check if he is all right but just makes matters WORSE.

Picture this: The whole group are in a basketball competition on the beach/backyard of someone's house. Kickin's team are all struggling to keep up the energy. So, noticing this, Bobby brings in the idea for the ones not participating in the game to be the cheerleaders. That of course, one of them being Craftycorn. She declines the offer, once, twice, even so many times because she is too nervous to do such a thing. But once she decided to do it, all Kickin had to hear was "Uuuh... go team, go?" from Crafty and INSTANT WIN. INSTANTLY.

Let's all just agree that this is not looking-for-attention artist x looking-for-attention superstar.

Whenever there's a group activity, Craftycorn would usually invite everyone over to her house to do arts and crafts. She is somewhat of an art teacher for all her friends. That included Kickin, but due to his pride and wanting to heavily impress Crafty with his skills, he would deny any help and try to do EXTREMELY difficult art pieces. Which, obviously always ended up a crappy mess. Soon enough, when Kickin feels like giving up on his masterpiece and downright frustrated by not catching Crafty's interest, Crafty decides to step in and help him little by little. Soon enough, Kickin finds out that this is a much better way to catch Crafty's attention and finally enjoys doing something together.

Hoppy wouldn't leave him alone the moment she found out he liked Crafty. And the same thing would go for Craftycorn with Bobby.

Craftycorn, as a way to show her appreciation to others without saying words out, would usually go around and paste stickers to the things she likes. Now just imagine Kickin's shock the moment she begins to put stickers ALL around his body.

Craftycorn rarely gets angry at people, not because only is she soft-spoken, but she is rather very collected with her emotions. But when she gets ever so PISSED with people, she begins to regret it rather instantly. Sometimes she would lock herself in a room, and not come out for DAYS. This of course made Kickin very worried about her. Instead of going downright bursting into the door, he promises Crafty that he will be sitting at the other end until she is ready to come out. For a few bunch of minutes, there's a bit of a comforting silence until Craftycorn decides to open the door and let him inside. Now let's be honest, both of them are terrible at speaking their feelings out. Maybe Crafty is much more open about it, but it was clear she didn't want to make things worse than they already were, so they majorly only hold hands and stick together, the silence much more comforting than they thought it would be.

Let me make this easy for you'll to understand what I mean: Crafty + papercut = Kickin instantly falling into panic mode.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime 3 #smiling critters #kickinchicken #craftycorn #kickin chicken x craftycorn #craftycorn x kickin chicken #my headcanons #headcanon #STOP UNDERRATED SHIPS!!!

[star-girl69]

Thanks for letting me know!

Could you do a Aemond x plussize/curvy reader where she overhears the other ladies at court talking about her negatively and she runs off, Aemond sees her running and crying before asking a guard present what happened before getting mad at the ladies and going off to find her?

just lots of praise and reassurance! Maybe a little lemon towards the end? Up to you

Thank you!💕

ok i love this request a lot and their relationship status wasn’t specified but i’m currently obsessed w aemond/betrothed!reader so i made them betrothed i hope that’s ok!!! i hope you all enjoy!

warnings: mentions of fatphobia, reader crying, tell me if i missed anything!

My World

—-

Lady Redwyne was a jealous woman. She was around your age, power hungry and beautiful. She had been yearning to marry one of the Prince’s with a passion, and with Aegon being married to Helaena, she set her sights on Aemond.

She threw herself at him, and being a Lady of the court yourself, you often watched as he subtly pushed her off of him and took a step back. She seemed not to notice, or if she did, was too confident in the ability of her bosom to charm him.

When Prince Aemond requested your hand, the court was shocked. You included. You knew you were not like the other women at court, but had learned to accept it. You rested your hopes on the promise of true love, something you had learned from translated Valyrian poems. You placed all your eggs into that basket.

Your courting was mostly you trying to prepare for the inevitable, him changing his mind, and him trying to win you over. The amount of gifts you have from those few months is astounding. But, negotiations were finalized, and the betrothal went through. You still didn’t quite believe it, but Aemond was just so… Aemond.

He amazed you, astounded you. Sometimes you wondered if you could even go a day without seeing him. You had grown to love him, to need him like air, and you could not bear to lose him. While doubts still rested in your mind- Aemond learned to coax your fears out, and ease them. He would get on his knees in front of you, hold you tight so you could not grow embarrassed and escape. He would caress your waist and thighs, occasionally pressing a kiss to your stomach. He would touch every inch of you, whisper that you were his, and he would not allow what was his to have any doubts about his love.

And you loved it. You loved being his, loved your life at court. You loved Princess Helaena and Queen Alicent, you loved Aemond.

So, when Lady Redwyne made another comment to you during Queen Alicent’s tea, you did not flinch at first.

“I’m sure you and the Prince will entertain at least a few children,” You heard the meaning behind her words. He would only bed you because he had to, for his family, for the continuation of the Targaryen house. But she made this comment every time she saw you, and it was the one you had grown to ignore.

“Yes, Prince Aemond tells me often about his wish for children. As soon as we are married, I’m sure my stomach will swell.” A few ladies at your table smiled kindly, not as jealous as Lady Redwyne.

Once she realized her comment had not affected you, she smiled as kindly as she could through her hatred, and turned her head. You had no doubt she gagging, the mere thought of you with Aemond enough to bring her to sickness.

But, you brushed her off. Instead turning to the Lady beside you, answering a question she had asked you.

Lady Redwyne was thorn in your side, but you can ignore her, as long as you have Aemond.

—-

It was much later in the evening, and the sun set in the distance, turning the sky into a beautiful mural of colors. You looked out the window, simply admiring.

This particular window of the palace was quite hidden, and you enjoyed the moments of peace. Sometimes it was nice to sit in your aloneness, in your peace.

Your moment was interrupted by the sounds of shuffling feet, dresses gracing the floor, soft voices. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop, but they spoke loudly, without consideration as to who might here.

You sighed, the beautiful sunset making you think of Aemond. You would love to share this with him, but knew that his beauty outshined the sun. You would end up staring at him the entire time, and he would tease you. While you loved every word that dripped from his pretty lips, his teasing of your was your least favorite.

“-Prince Aemond-” You perked up, ears straining to hear more. You knew he was due to come to this feast soon, and perhaps he was here. Your heart squeezed. “I do not know why he chose Lady Y/N. I am the much better choice, am I not?” A chorus of agreement. “I mean-” Lady Redwyne’s voice dropped, “just look at her.”

You had long since sworn that you would not let Lady Redwyne bother you, but something about the sunset, about Aemond, about this night, made her words hit you. No one had ever talked about you like this before. Such blatant insults.

“I could comment on her hair,” You brushed a piece behind your ear, “or perhaps those long-sleeved dresses she is so fond of wearing, but I should only say the obvious. Her hips too wide, her waist not slim enough, why, I could go on!” Her voice raised to a laugh at the end, and the group around her joined.

Why was she so mean to you?

You had never done anything to her, never insulted her like she insulted you, never rubbed it in her face that Aemond had chosen you and not her. You had been nothing but a true lady, gracious and kind.

Perhaps you were missing something, but you just did not understand.

So, you emerged from your hiding spot, tears trailing down your face. She was facing you, and her eyes widened as she spotted you.

You couldn’t bear to look at her any longer, tearing through the crowd and to the side hallway. You wiped your tears, not paying attention as you turned the corner. You gasped as you slammed into someone, their arms coming out to steady you.

You looked up to see Aemond’s wonderful face. But not even him could heal your wounds.

He smiled down at you, before it turned into a frown. “Are you crying?”

You choked back a sob, turning away.

“Who hurt you? What happened?” He moved his hand to your chin, tilting your head up. “Tell me, my love, please.”

And you could not face the embarrassment, the shame. So you tore yourself out of his arms, and ran back to your chambers.

—-

It was only a half hour later when he entered, and your tears had not stopped. You begged and wished you could just forget what had happened, but you couldn’t. He approached the bed quickly, taking you into his arms.

“Aemond, I-”

“Shh, my love. It’s alright. A guard overheard, told me what happened. I will have Lady Redwyne removed from court for saying such vile things about you, this you have my word on.”

“It’s not about that, Aemond.” He had pulled you in to straddle his lap, and you pulled back now. His hands held your shoulder blades tight, almost afraid you would run away again. “Her words are true. I am not beautiful- I do not know why you love me. Why you comfort me always, I- I know you deserve better.”

He seemed almost hurt by your words.

“Your words disgust me. I will not hear you talk about yourself this way. I will not hear such lies.”

“It is the truth, Aemond!” You cried more now, and pressed your palms against his shoulders, trying in vain to pull away. He wrapped his arms around you waist, trapping you. A bird in a beautiful cage, with a handsome view.

“It is not.”

“It is! I do not deserve you- you should marry someone else, instead of me. I am not worthy of you.” His eyes darkened.

“It is I who is not worthy of you, Y/N. Your beauty astounds me each day, with each breath that you take. You are my entire world, Y/N. I would have no one else but you, no one else to hold, no one else to love.”

If this was before, you would have smiled, thanked him sheepishly. Buried your face into his neck, feel his hand creep into your hair as he softly chuckled at your flushed expression.

But Lady Redwyne had hurt you, deeply.

But it was Aemond, it was your Aemond, and he would not lie to you. He had proven it a thousand times over, and you believed him. Perhaps it was foolish, but you believed him.

“You are sure?” He seemed relieved, as you stopped your attempts to get away from him, instead folding into his arms like a limp thing.

“More than anything, my love. You are my world, this I swear to you.”

He leans you back onto the pillows and sheets, hands coming up to rub soothing circles into your temples. He settles in between your legs, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Maybe it is selfish, but you want him all to yourself.

His lips press along your jawline, trail lower to your neck.

You are reminded of that sunset, that peace. Maybe Aemond is your peace.

“I am enough for you?”

“You are the only thing I think of, my love.”

Your body betrays you, and your eyes close to the feel of this thumbs massaging your temples and his lips along your neck. Messy, soft, open-mouthed kisses.

Perhaps it is selfish, but you need the peace he gives you to keep you sane. Perhaps it is selfish, but you want him all to yourself- all the time.

“Aemond?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, your eyes already closed. He hums, the sweetest answer. “Would you let me have you all to myself?”

“You already have me, my world.” You can feel his smile as he pressed his lips to your cheek. “Would you let me have you all to myself?”

You repeat his answer, and it is enough. You are enough.

—-

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #house of the dragon

[lovrre]

Pink Walkman~

Eddie Munson X fem black reader 

Word count: 2,277

Summary: you’ve always had a huge crush on Eddie Munson but when you and your best friend make a deal that requires you to confess your feelings things take an unexpected turn. 

Warnings: pure smut, drug use(weed),cursing and a bunch of other stuff…

You had always had a thing for Eddie but he was never really your crowd. He didn’t seem to mess with what he thought was high Society type, high school girls. Plus the crowd you hung with wouldn’t let you hear the end of it. Last year you had him as a partner in your 3d sculpture and art Class. He might have not been good in his other classes but he was very creative and surprisingly good at drawing. He wasn't scary at all, just sweet and funny. You felt like if people actually knew him he wouldn’t have such a bad rep. You were telling your friend June that Tomorrow was your last period with Eddie before you switched classes

“You should definitely tell him you like him when you tutor him today,” June said excitingly at the lunch table. June wasn't like your other friends she didn’t care about social status or clothes just what she found interesting and she was The only other black girl in the school you clicked with.

“absolutely not, we’re cool but not that cool”  “girl he wants you, I can tell by the way his look lingers when you walk,” she says making a motion with her hand. “And you’ve been crushing so hard it might do you good” she says taking a fry off your tray. “No, he’s dose not” you say snatching the fry back and biting it. “why would he invite you over to his house to “smoke” if he didn’t want you” “Maybe because he’s a drug dealer June ?” you explain “if you kiss him OR at least

tell him you like him, I’ll give you my sister's old Walkman, with everything including”

“with the pink case and matching headphones?” You say raising an eyebrow “yes” “It's a deal then” you say smugly. You wanted that walkman since sophomore year and begged June to give it to you because her sister never even touched it.

After the lunch bell rang, you confidently strolled up towards Eddie. “Did you bring the textbook, it's the last day to practice for the final ” you say making sure that your forearm brushed up against his. A Look of horror paints his face as he talks “Shit- I could have sworn you said we’d use yours, I can go pick it up at my house if-”

a smile starts to appear on your lips and not knowing it Eddie starts smiling too “what’s so funny” he says now laughing with you. “Nothing just your face… “ you say motioning your hand around his expression “I have the book,” you say wiping away the tears that had formed due to your laughter. “ I’m just messing with you”

you say loosely grabbing onto his arm and dropping it. Another excuse just to touch him “You scared the shit out of me Y/N”. in reality you knew The situation wasn’t that funny but it was just his adorable face. He is just super cute his dimples that showed with his wide smile or his doe-like eyes. He really was the cutest thing ever and it felt like a big secret that only you were In on.

~~~~~~~~~

After school You and Eddie practice for his final using history flash cards in the caf  “who is the sixth President of the United States?” You say holding the card Close to your chest so he can’t see. You watch Eddie's gears turn as he tries to remember. “Remember the one that we said had the detachable beard”

he sits in silence for a second before answering “umm m...QUINCY ADAMS!” he says slamming down on the table “GOOD JOB, the fifth one in a row” you say giving him a high five before continuing.

After another hour of practice, you’re both were tired. But it still didn’t feel like the right time to talk about your feelings. “I know it was forever ago but does that offer for a smoke sesh still stand” “yeah of course”

~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Eddie, pull up to his house after unbuckling your seatbelt you jump out of the van, you miss-step and accidentally slip on a rock scraping your knee in the process. Luckily Eddie didn’t see and you wipe off any visible dirt. Inside you plop down on his familiar couch. You had been to Eddie’s a couple of times always to grab a textbook or practice for a test never to genuinely hang out

Eddie goes into his room rummaging through threw a drawer before coming back with a small bag of weed. “You smoked before?” Eddie asked setting everything up on the Coffee table in front of us. “Ya, I used to smoke a lot actually,” You say readjusting Yourself on the couch. Eddie looks back at you surprised. “Really you, smoking ‘’a lot” the way he emphasized A lot made you laugh. “Ya before I moved, I wasn’t always Hawkins high society”

” Who would’ve thought”

~~~~~~

40 minutes later you and Eddie were off the walls talking about the dumbest shit imaginable.

“I think that Mr. Hagan is a registered sex offender, ACTUALLY I KNOW HE IS,” you say with A bowl of cereal in your hand that Eddie had got you. “ Nobody gets that mad over girls not wearing short ‘NOBODY” Eddie says pointing at you bowl in hand. you jump up at his validation

“THAT'S WHAT I KEEP SAYING his excuse is “uniform” DO YOU SEE THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIS STUDENTS!” “Just disgusting” Eddie exclaims as he walks into the kitchen “DO YOU WANT SOME PEACHES” he yells form the kitchen. “Yeah, sure”

A minute later Eddie comes out of the kitchen with two open cans of peaches with a fork in one of them. “Here you go malady,” he says handing you the can with the fork, you bring your knees up sitting cross-legged on the couch, blissfully eating the peach slices. when you hear slurping and turn your head to see Eddie inches away downing the peaches like they were soda.

Metal Can to mouth, his head thrown back exposing his Adam’s apple. You watched as the juice ran down his chin and neck leaving him glistening. Your mind instantly went to the gutter you hadn’t been with anyone in over a year and it was starting to take a toll on you

Your mind thought about the taste of his lips covered in peach juice and how sweet it probably tasted. but You closed your eyes tights and opened them Washing away the thoughts. After he finished, he put the can on the coffee table next to yours

Whipping the juice off with his arm Eddie gave you a big smile “FINISHED” he announced. “You’re adorable you know that like literally the cutest”. You say whipping more juice off his chin. For a moment things seemed slow as your hand stay still on his face. In seconds the space between you two was closed. The kiss started off soft and sensual but quickly escalated.

Eddie was grabbing at the back of your neck deepening the kiss “shit- you taste so good” he huffs as his lips finally leave yours for a breath. He Pushes you down on the couch so you’re laying completely flat on the sofa. His hands roam up your shirt hesitantly touching your bare stomach. You grab his hand bringing it up towards your breast.

Your legs wrap around his waist looking for some sort of friction. He stops sucking hickeys on the crook of your neck and looked down at you with lust-filled eyes. “You want this,I understand if -“ you pull his lips into yours only stopping to confirm. “Eddie I want you so fucking bad right now” you breathlessly whisper in his ear. That’s all the confirmation Eddie needs

He Swiftly stands up and picks you up like you weighed nothing. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, he leads you to his bedroom Plopping you down on the bed. Eddie was over you in a second helping you swiftly remove your clothes leaving you in nothing other than your bra and panties.

You internally praise yourself for wearing your new lacy pink set. Eddie took a second just taking you in before speaking your “so fucking beautiful” your core tightens at his words “take your shirt off” you breathe pulling at it. Without another word, his shirt is off “your wish is my command” he says before lowering himself in between your thighs. Holding them apart as he laid kisses on the insides of your thighs, closer and closer to your wet center.

Eddie loved the way the baby pink lace contrasted with your brown skin, he loved how smooth your skin looked. Just the sight of your Body made him harder

“Stop teasing,” you say from above pushing his shoulder with your foot. “it took me this long to have you I’m going to take my time,” he says begging to slowly rub your clothed cunt. The moisture from your wet core leaks through your lace panties. “So fucking wet” you clenched around nothing. Holding your panties to the side. Eddie began giving kitten licks to your center making you squirm under him.

You bit your lip but couldn’t contain your moans as his licks began to focus on your clit. In one swift moment, Eddie took off his rings and threw them somewhere in the room then sucked on two of his fingers before swiftly rubbing them against your wet slit. Slowly sliding in Eddie began to increase the speed of his tongue while pumping your cunt slowly.

You couldn’t control your body as your legs clenched around his head. “Faster” you moan barely able to speak. Your moans became louder as you feel your core tightening. Eddie quickly stopped throwing off your panties.

your legs squeeze together and He forcefully pulled them apart now eating you out more aggressively than before. He sucks on your clit and makes you call out his name. You now had a hand full of Eddie’s hair and were moving your hips against his mouth chasing Release. “Uhh Eddie don’t stop, don't ever stop” you scream as the knot in your stomach becomes undone. His groans into your center throw you over the edge. You cum all over his mouth, Riding down your orgasm Eddie keeps pumping his fingers inside you.

Finally Finished Eddie brought his fingers towards his mouth a sucked your juices off. “You taste so fucking good y/n,” he says rising back up towards your face. You looked at his face covered in sweat And cum, his hair sticking to his forehead. He just looks down at you with that adorable smile on his face “Oh I want you in me so bad, but first ” you say biting at his ear, you quickly grab a nearby blanket and wipe off his face.

You and him laugh at the act and then the moment stills again. Eddie kisses the hand you just used, the moment was romantic but you break the silence. “I want you in me Now,” you say snaking your hands down to fumble with his belt.

“I got it baby” Eddie pushes your hands down and quickly takes off his belt and throws his jeans off. Eddie leans over you to grab the condoms in his drawer. “What are you getting?”  “A Condom” Eddie replies grabbing one from the box in his drawer “I’m on the pill” you say smiling underneath him. “Oh Y/N You’re tryna kill me”

The thought of filling your tight cunt up with his cum was enough for him to bust right there.

Eddie quickly pushed down his boxers to expose his large pink cock coved in pre cum.

“You’re so big,” you said under your breath but Eddie heard you only fueling his drive. In one swift movement, Eddie plunged deep into your wet core. His dick filled you up and you moved at the stretch of him.

He gave you a second to adjust to his size before plunging into you like there was no tomorrow. Eddie Grabbed your leg a threw it over his shoulder To get a better angle. “so fucking tight” he groans in your ear, you clench around him and he groans. The sounds of your skin slapping against Eddie filled your mind leaving no room for thought. The moans that escaped your mouth were straight out pornographic.

You couldn't help but scratch up his back as he plunged inside of you hitting all the right spots. Eddie tried to hold in his moans but as he slid in and out of you his breaths became labored and he couldn’t hold them “this is mine” he repeated under his breath with every thrust “yours, all yours baby” you repeat in the crook of his neck. You began leaving sloppy kisses on his neck and face as he pounds into you

“Your close, I can feel it…me too baby,” Eddie says lifting your other leg over his shoulder. You feel a familiar knot in your stomach beginning to be undone. “Cum on my dick Y/N” he huffs out “cum in me, fill me ” You moan grabbing at the sheets you cum hard on his dick. Eddie lets out a loud groan and string of cuss words as he fills your cunt up to the brim. “Shit…Jesus. fucking. christ”

~~~~~~~~~

Later After Eddie cleans you and him up you lay your head on his chest and trace his tattoos with your finger “you know I’ve had a crush on you since forever” Eddie says wrapping One of your curls around his finger “No WAY!” you say look up at him chin now resting on his chest. “Yea I used to try so had to get your attention, with the outburst in the cafeteria, doing good on tests, going to BASKETBALL GAMES,” he says laughing to himself “aww baby, me too I’ve been wanting to jump your bones since I met you,” you say while giving him a small peck on the lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Eddie became a well-known couple at Hawkins high. Of course, there was regular name-calling but it was better than you could have hoped. Eddie was the best boyfriend ever and you often listened to music together on your new Walkman.

Author note: this was my first ever fan fic so it’s probably a little wonky.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson smut #Eddie Munson X black reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #stranger Things season four #stranger Things season4 #smut #lovrre

[deuxcherise]

Look At Me

C/w: Includes adult content, NSFW, unhealthy relationship dynamic, unhealthy behavior, murder, animal cruelty, animal death, male x female, dom reader(?), sub lover(?), mentions of sadomasochism, no beta we die like men

A/n: So I wanted to rip something out of my head today and throw it down into something tangible instead of just letting it ferment like all of the other ideas. Writing is hard, aughhhh.

But here's my good boy oc! Enjoy him!

As the daughter of the Astoria Empire's Royal family, there is nothing you can do that can tarnish your reputation. Even if the people see you as “The Mad First-born Princess”, they still worshiped your family's lineage, especially your father, the Emperor, as descended from the heavens and their salvation.

A cultivated image, maintained by the powerful and the rich. You cared not for it, since this empire has never been a source of comfort.

Unfortunately, there is a law regarding marriage that greatly involves the first-born, even if you are literally a princess of the empire. Before any siblings can get married, the first-born must be married off. It is akin to presenting the image of the family forth in public, to serve as a model for the younger ones and other potential suitors and maidens. It is all about connections, yes? And luckily or unluckily depending on your tastes, you seem to have been engaged with a… strange gentleman.

“Princess?”

You sit, one leg crossed over the other, on the edge of your king-sized bed, dressed in a sheer nightgown. On his hand knees, still dressed in formal attire, the man’s chin rests on the dorsal side of your out-stretched foot and looks up at you with the most depraved looking eyes you have ever seen.

Naoki Nightshade.

The one and only son of Baron Nightshade. Considering his family is just slightly above the commoners and far below all of the many eligible dukes, marquess, viscounts, and earls, it would have been impossible for the both of you to become acquainted with one another, much less become engaged. Alas, he is a cousin of Lillian Vallar, who happens to be your best friend.

Lillian had actually been the one to suggest this match, claiming that it would bring you and her closer. You and the girl have a deep history together, having forged your bond through life and death during your teens. You know she had no further intentions. That girl seriously just wanted to become your sister-in-law.

And… well, you had to give some credit to your father, that neglectful bastard, since he had the main authority to approve this engagement.

You hold eye contact with Naoki with your chin tilted up in an arrogant manner. His yellow eyes burn with molten gold as they meet yours, making your eyes flick over to some part of the room out of… discomfort.

“... What?”

He closes his eyes, holds your foot with one hand so that he can give it a light kiss before laying more kiss as he moves upward your leg. You don’t stop him, prideful as you are. You are the first-born princess of Astoria. If you so wanted, you can simply kick him to the side. You could hit him. You could tear him apart. Humiliate him. No one would vouch for this man of low status, and no one would dare speak against the empire. And he certainly could not do anything against your physical strength.

He stops at the middle of your shin and looks up at you again. He doesn't look anywhere but your eyes, only waiting for a chance to meet them.

Uncomfortable.

Not in a bad way, just… With the low lighting by candlelight, the intimate setting being your bedroom with its dark red walls and decor, his connection to you… any other man in this situation would be ogling your body through the sheer material. Many men have, even when you are covered head to toe in opaque clothing in the balls you've crashed. But Naoki… he keeps searching for your eyes, no matter the situation or circumstances.

“Princess… please, look at me,” Naoki whispers.

“...And why should I?” you whisper back sharply, still avoiding his eyes, though more out of mischief.

You don't hear his response for a good few seconds, prompting you to look down only to meet his intense gaze yet again. You look away, then feel a quiver from his body from where his hands are holding your leg. He's taking amusement from your reaction, making you grit your teeth.

“What's so funny?”

He doesn't answer, only pressing his lips against your leg, resuming slowly. moving upwards with each kiss. It tickles, but you don’t stop him. It feels like forever but once he kisses your knee, he whispers in the most quiet and gentle voice you have ever heard from him, “I love you.”

Heat fills your cheeks, his stupid line adding onto why you’re avoiding his eyes. “Liar.”

“It's true.”

“We just met two months ago.”

“Indeed, we should've met sooner.”

“I recall you didn't want anything to do with me just weeks ago.”

He rests his cheek against your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Yes. A mistake on my part. M’ sorry. I love you.”

Having been hidden and isolated since birth by a superstitious court, you escaped and crashed the Crown Prince's coming-of-age ceremony because every child of your family got to have an age-of-coming ceremony except you. Ever since your first public appearance, you've been known to torture the royal guards, insult the royal court, and crash uninvited to every single ball you held an interest in. It is like a game to you, to see just how far you can go before someone in the empire finally realizes just how rotten this country's worship is to your family.

But truth be told, you’re anything but mad. Personally, you'd rather stay out of the spotlight. You'd rather sit at home and read a good book or spend your days drinking tea or coffee and enjoy a good evening scenery. Quiet and serene, quite different from your outgoing and insane persona–merely a petty revenge against your father and the country.

You sigh. What the hell happened to this man? The Naoki you met for the first time always kept a practiced smile on his face, no matter how wicked you displayed yourself, yet this happy expression had never reached his eyes. He'd keep his distance whenever he could both physically and emotionally, though he always made sure to accept any and all invitations just to appease you, like a merchant. He used to be so visibly uncomfortable when you would constantly invade his personal space to spout some of the cringiest lines you could come up with when you’re in character. You had heard the gossip, as you always do, about how pitiful the man was to be engaged with someone like you.

You didn't expect much, for what sane person would want to marry a mad woman who could easily take the lives of millions with a single tantrum. In fact, one of the benefits of this persona was to keep away any potential offers of engagement. Why would you want to marry anyone from this empire you hated? But it is law for first-borns to be married, and this is all for the sake of your youngest brother, the Crown Prince, to continue the bloodline. You may have a vendetta against your father, but you could not fault your dear youngest brother for anything.

It was only just a few weeks ago when you revealed your true personality to him accidentally. There was only so much you could do before you had to drop the act eventually. The moment you shared your inner thoughts as the calm and collected lady you truly are, he became so…

You feel the urge to slap him. Again. You've done it before out of some silly punishment, but his face… oh, how could you forget the way he drooled and begged for you to touch him again? It woke something in you that you hadn't expected.

You may have delighted in watching people of the royal court beg for their lives, but they deserved it. They were all who always ignored you, abandoned you, and never batted an eye when you cried and wailed out of loneliness as a child.

This man making himself comfortable on your lap, on the other hand?

You grip the hair on the back of his head harshly, drawing out a shameless moan from him. You click your tongue. That stupid voice of his makes your body feel weird.

“Shut up,” you demand.

“But Princess…”

“What?”

“It feels good, touch me more…” he mumbles against the plush of your lap.

You release his hair and take your hand back. He whines, getting on his knees to rest his chin between your breasts. His eyes, when you make a quick glance at them, remind you of a puppy along with that pout. Damn his cuteness.

“Princess… look at meeee…”

“No.”

You hear him make a huff. “Is it because of the Duke of Elsie?”

Confusion overrides your bashfulness, and you meet his eyes. They look angry… and hurt, though they soften when he realizes you're meeting his gaze like he asked.

“The Duke of Elsie? Who-”

He cuts you off by pushing you down onto your bed. He places a knee between your legs and leans over you. One of his hands is holding his weight, and the other is caressing your sides, sometimes teasing the underside of one of your breasts with his thumb. One of your hands flies to his chest and the other wraps around his throat, a threat–a bluff, he knows. You raise an eyebrow, silently demanding an explanation.

“At the last ball he attended, you kept looking all over him without so much of a glance at me,” he explains.

The last ball? Ohhhh… the Duke of Elsie. If you remember correctly, he owns a vineyard and is known to let his pet birds have a taste of fermented berries occasionally. You were paying attention to the bird he came with, who was dancing quite vigilantly on his shoulder that night. What you find strange is that everyone who approached the Duke of Elsie simply wanted to get a closer look at the entertaining fowl. How did your fiance miss the forest for the trees?

“I was looking at the bird.”

“The bird? You mean the one that was dancing on his shoulder?”

“Yes. It was quite entertaining, was it not?”

He stares at you for a moment. “Oh.”

“Oh,” you mock him.

A giddy smile breaks out on his face before he lowers himself on top of your body and hugs you tightly. You can hear him giggling right next to your ear, clearly happy that his assumption was wrong.

Regardless of your feelings for him, you'd never disregard your commitments. He is your fiance and you plan to be loyal to him, not shamelessly gawking at some other person or start an affair. Besides, you have no interest in anyone else anyway.

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And he'd like to keep it that way. Naoki plants multiple kisses on your cheek and neck, taking in your seductive natural scent.

Oh how it turns him on. Your scent, your body, your personality, your… everything. He lifts his bottom half up slightly, not allowing the bulge forming in his pants from making contact with you. He'd very much like to rip off this thin material you’ve dared to wear, to touch you in places you’ve never been touched, and mark all of his territory, but he can't risk scaring you.

Of course, no one would dare assume scaring you is an easy feat, but Naoki isn't as stupid as he–well, he is stupidly in love with you but he's not naive. He knows you don't take too kindly to extreme measures. Especially coming from him, seeing as you've been on guard with him ever since his personality took a 180.

Like how after the ball, he had secretly cornered the Duke of Elsie. He beat that man black and blue with a cane before dragging him off to hang his body by stabbing his limbs onto very sharp stakes. Oh, and just before that poor man lost his conscience, Naoki captured his bird and held it with two hands in front of the bleeding man. With a devious smile, Naoki snapped the bird into two. And the smile dropped as quickly as the snap that bird made.

Of course, Naoki had cleaned up the mess and erased any evidence that would implicate him. No one will question about the Duke of Elsie for a while, but he'll have to convince you to avoid the east garden for now. The gardeners have yet to get rid of the faceless rotting corpse, since it's feeding the little animals quite well.

For now, he'll simply work on training his beloved to make eye contact with him more often. The more you look at him, the less he'll assume you're looking at someone else. Okay? Mwaah <3

#random thoughts #depraved thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere x reader #reader insert #fem reader #royal reader #may the heavens forgive me #good lord why did i write this #deuxcherise writes

[awalkoflife]

sometimes i'm totally fine and then i'll think about india's reaction to felix's death.

this is purely based on my own headcanons and my interpretation of india as a character so feel free to disengage entirely, i just needed to write it down. i think that india and felix were close friends before they ever became lovers. there isn't a lot of evidence to back this up but there is a level of comfort and familiarity and consistency with the two of them that would suggest they have a bond that extends beyond just mere sexual intimacy and attraction. she respects him for who he is, for his quirks and charms and yes, even his flaws. she understands him, can relate to him, is aware of the pressure and the pedestal that he's been placed upon.

india was the girl born into privilege, who was given everything from a young age not only because she was wealthy but because she was beautiful. i think she shared this burden with felix --- both of them yearned for a deeper connection, to find a sense of clarity and purpose. she is spoiled and entitled and a princess in every sense of the word but she isn't cruel. her heart is easily bruised and although defiant in nature, she craves the idealisation of belonging. she never wanted to solely belong to a world of materialistic aristocracy, she wanted to belong to him. to experience genuine love with someone who knew what it was already like to have everything else in the world handed to you on a silver platter. she wanted the kind of love with felix that wasn't easily obtained. true love. the kind of love money or privilege or status couldn't buy. something that would forever be just theirs.

the night of felix's death, i don't think it was their first rendezvous in the maze. yes, they were a little drunk and intoxicated but they were also giddy and laughing and holding hands. they knew what they were about to get up to and they were revelling in it together. that sense of familiarity is echoed in this scene; with each other, with the location, with the utter excitement both are experiencing as a result. there's also something to be noted about the way that they escaped together. they wanted to be alone, to detach themselves from the suffocating confines of oliver's party inside of the saltburn estate. it wasn't just about sex for them. it was about being alone, just the two of them, in their own private domain where they could give each other pleasure and intimacy and a taste of the connection they were craving. to me, this decision on their part made a statement: it wasn't just a quickie, it hinted a lot more about the precious, sacred nature of their relationship.

although not included in the canon event of the movie, there's an alternate reality where my portrayal of india would have gone up to felix's bed and slept there the night of the party. she would have waited on him even though they were interrupted, fallen asleep and would have woken the following morning to her worst nightmare come true. grief, up until that day, was a foreign concept to india --- a girl who had never lost anything of importance. while she worshipped felix the same way that everyone else did, it wasn't as straight forward as simple infatuation. in truth, it didn't start out that way for her. india first fell in love with felix while they were friends, before they ever became lovers. she loved him for the man that he was. the vivacious, fun, gorgeous, silly, wondrous creation. he was a dear friend first and foremost, someone who she wanted to protect, to cherish and to hopefully be with in the end. the loss of felix in her life represented more than just the loss of love. it stole away a part of herself that she'll never be able to retain, a part of herself that he awakened within her. she'll never forgive herself for leaving him in the maze and for not going back to check on him. life, inevitably, is never the same without felix river catton.

#( character analysis: india rossi. ) #( ship dynamic: india rossi and felix catton. ) #i'm just v emotional about the two of them. #tw death #( queue. )

[bbybearcubbs]

A Budding Friendship [Pt.1]

〖Warning/s〗⪼ None.

〖Requested〗⥤ Yes ☐ No ☑

〖Genre〗⥤ Fluff ☑ Angst ☐ Suggestive ☐

〖ENHYPEN〗⥤ Jungwon x Reader

〖Status〗⥤ Complete {Word count: 2319 }

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Description: There's a new student transferring into your class today. Is there a future with him beyond merely classmates? What about Friends? Or Best friends? Maybe even lovers? Or will you become enemies? You're the one who decides :)

[Italics + Bold when characters are speaking English.]

[Italics only when they're speaking Korean.]

Network: @kflixnet

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✎﹏﹏I sat at my desk with my earbuds in while doodling in my notebook waiting for homeroom to start. A few taps on my right shoulder brought my attention to my classmate sitting next to me. I look over at her with a raised eyebrow and she points towards the front of the class. I look towards the front and see our homeroom teacher settling the class down.

Next to her stood a tall boy with short, straight black hair. He wore a dark blue sweater over a white button down shirt and black slacks. When Ms. Brisk clears her throat I take out my earbuds and put them in my pocket. "Good morning everyone!" Ms. Brisk greets us and we greet her in return. "Today I have Yang Jungwon here with me." she says gesturing towards the black haired boy we now know as Jungwon.

Ms. Brisk continued "He is one of the students that transferred here as part of the foreign exchange program. He will spend the next three years with us!" Ms. Brisk smiled gleefully. She loves that the school is doing this program. Her exact words were: 'It's things like this that make being a teacher so much more fulfilling!'

There were multiple 'Oh's' and curious whispers around the classroom but it fell silent again when Ms. Brisk cleared her throat. She turns toward Jungwon and speaks "Jungwon please introduce yourself to the class" Jungwon nodded at Miss before turning his attention to the class. "Hello...my name is Jungwon. I from Korea and it nice meet you all" Jungwon said with a nervous smile.

He spoke in broken English and his accent wasn't unnoticeable but you could clearly see he was trying his best. I couldn't help but smile. I could tell working with him wouldn't be a hassle. "Is that all Ms. Brisk?" one of the students at the back of the class asked. "No there's one more thing" Ms. Brisk began "As you all know, one student from every form was selected to be the exchange student's mentor" she explained.

"Miss Y/n L/n from our class was chosen to be Jungwon's mentor! Please give her a round of applause!" Ms. Brisk exclaimed and I couldn't help but blush when the class clapped. "Thank you Miss" I smiled sheepishly standing and walking to the front of the class. I turn towards Jungwon and bow and he does too.

"Annyeonghaseyo I'm Y/n L/n and I'm your mentor here at [Name of college]." I say holding out my hand to Jungwon. Jungwon visibly relaxes a bit before taking my hand and shaking it. "Thank you for agreeing to be my mentor. I'll try my best to not be a burden to you." He smiles "It's no trouble at all" I return his smile with my own.

"As you all can see Y/n speaks fluent Korean, which is why Jungwon was put into our class and why she was chosen as his mentor" Ms. Brisk explains and the class responds with a few enthusiastic 'Oh's' "Y/n none of us knew you spoke Korean" someone from the back said. "Well no one ever asked" I laughed "I lived in Korea for the first half of my life, I consider it my mother tongue"

"Y/n take Jungwon to his seat while I call the roll" Ms. Brisk instrucks and I nod. I beckon Jungwon to follow me and direct him to his seat, which was to the left of mine. We sit down and Ms. Brisk begins roll call. Everyone responds to their name being called including me. "...and lastly, Yang Jungwon" Miss says looking over at Jungwon.

"Present" Jungwon responds quietly and Ms. Brisk raises an eyebrow at him. "A little louder Jungwon" I say and Jungwon blushes from embarrassment. "Present!" He says, a bit too loud this time and I choked trying not to laugh. The rest of the class weren't as nice and they all erupted in laughter. Ms. Brisk chuckles and checks his name off the roll list.

Jungwon hung his head in embarrassment and I put a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright Jungwon. Your English will improve in no time!" I reassure him and Jungwon smiles. "Thanks Y/n" he says. "What major are you by the way?" he asks me. "I'm a music major" I reply. "Me too!" He says excitedly. "That's awesome! Most of our classes will be the same then" I say, equally as excited.

"What's your next class?" I ask him putting my earpods in their charging case. "One second" Jungwon says rummaging through his bookbag. "Ok got it!" he says pulling out a paper. "I have...Music Theory and Com...Combositon?" Jungwonattempted to read his class name in English. He looked at me with hopeful eyes and I chuckled.

"You absolutely butchered the word "Composition" but good work," I said, and Jungwon sighed. "How is it pronounced?" he asked. "You say it like..."Composition"..." I answered, stressing the 'po' and 'tion' so he'd understand better. "Combositon?" he tried again. "Composition" "Combosition?" "You're close, try again" "C-Combositon? Ugh this is difficult."Jungwon sighs, frustrated at his own mispronunciation.

"You'll get it with practice" I assure him in an attempt to ease his frustrations. "I hope so. What class do you have next?" He asks me putting the paper back into his bookbag. "I have Music Theory and Composition too." I reply. "How will I manage in the classes we don't have together?" He asks with a nervous laugh and I chuckle.

"I'm sure you'll manage. You can understand English well enough when someone speaks it right?" I asked. "I'd say I do." "Then you can just write down whatever the professor says in Korean and I'll help you translate it when it's time to practice your English." I explain to Jungwon. "That sounds like a smart plan" he replies. "We just need to figure out when that'll be."

"We can make a schedule" I suggest and Jungwon nods. Just then the bell rings indicating the end of homeroom. "Those of you who don't have class with me next can proceed to your respective classes." Ms. Brisk dimisses us and we all leave the classroom. I lead Jungwon to our next class and we take our seats and wait for the professor to arrive.

Throughout the day I showed Jungwon to his classes and helped introduce him to his classmates and professors. I explained his lack of English knowledge so the professors could be a little easier on him, especially in the classes we didn't have together. Jungwon and I agreed to meet in front of the music room after school, which is where his last class of the day is.

"I'll see you guys later okay?" I say to my friend as I put my books away. "Where are you heading? You normally hang out with us after classes" my friend Jay says. He was also a music major. We only know each other because I'm taking a class meant for juniors. "I have plans today" I say throwing my bookbag over my shoulder and exiting the classroom.

"Y/n L/n has plans? Since when did you have any other friends besides us?" My other friend Lee Heeseung joins the conversation between Jay and I. He normally meets us outside our last class of the day since he's a senior. "I was picked to be the exchange student's mentor remember? I'm meeting him outside the music room to plan a schedule" I explain to the two older males.

"Also that was rude. I have other friends besides the two of you, you know" I spin around and stick my tongue out at Heeseung before spinning back around to face forward again. "I know I know, I was just kidding Nin-nie" Heeseung says. "Your mentee is a guy? I wanna meet him" Jay chimes in and I roll my eyes.

"Whatever. Just don't scare him, he's shy" I tell them. Jay and Heeseung have a knack for scaring off any guy that approaches me, whether it's to be friends or because they're romantically interested in me. Only a few of my male friends have managed to 'Pass the test' as the two idiots like to say. "If he's a good person he won't be scared." Jay says making me roll my eyes again.

"I know you just rolled your eyes," Jay says, and I look back at him with a smirk. Before either of the two men had time to notice, I took off running. "HEY! Y/N L/N GET BACK HERE!" Heeseung yells, taking off after me. I laugh and run through the halls towards the music room. I turn the corner and the familiar wooden doors come into view.

I spot Jungwon standing near the door and call out to him. "Hey Jungwon!" I yell waving and he waves back but stops when he glances behind me. When I got to where Jungwon stood I bent over holding my knees to catch my breath. Heeseung and Jay made it soon after, huffing and sweating. "Yah! Why'd you run off?!" Heeseung asks between huffs making me burst out laughing.

"It's not funny!" Jay says making me laugh harder. "It's not my fault you two are out of shape." I say calming down my laughter. "I'm not! Maybe Jay is, but not me!" Heeseung reacts defensively. "Excuse me? You're the ancient one!" Jay retaliates. "I'm literally only 22!" Heeseung shoots back and the two start bickering.

I rolled my eyes and turned to face a very confused Jungwon. "Don't mind those two idiots." I say to him and Jungwon laughs. "I'm not an idiot" Heeseung and Jay say in unison, stopping bickering to defend themselves. "Heeseung, Jay, this is Jungwon, the exchange student I'm mentoring." I introduce Jungwon to the guys.

"Jungwon this is Heeseung and Jay, two of my friends. They're also music majors and certified idiots when they aren't being aces at music" I introduce the guys to Jungwon. "Jay is the idiot not me" Heeseung says. "You speak Korean?" Jungwon asks Heeseung and Heeseung nods. "Y/n and I met when she lived in Korea, and we've been friends ever since." Heeseung explains.

"He's originally from Korea but his family moved away a few years before mine moved back here and we met up again at college." I chime in and Jungwon nods his head in understanding. "Excuse me but I'm feeling ignored" Jay says and Heeseung nudges him in the ribs. "This guy is Jay. I met him when he first entered the college." Heeseung says.

"Hey" Jay says to Jungwon who whispers a quiet 'Hello'. "Alright you two idiots can leave now. Jungwon and I have to get to the library." I say turning the two around and pushing them away. "Can't we come with you?" Jay asks. "No. You'll just distract us with your bickering" I answer "We don't bicker all the time" Jay tries to convince me. "We kind of do" Heeseung says.

"I didn't ask for your help." Jay says through gritted teeth. "Well my bad" Heeseung rolls his eyes. "I don't see your pea-sized brain thinking of a clever way to convince her though." Heeseung pokes Jay's forehead. "As if you could do any better!" Jay jabs back at Heeseung and I let out an exasperated grunt.

"See what I mean? You guys aren't coming. Now good. Bye. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Tell Sunoo I said hi" I say turning around and walking back to Jungwon before the two can try to convince me again. "They seem like good friends" Jungwon says when I get back to him. "Yeah. I'm glad I have them, even though they can be a handful sometimes" I laugh

"I can see that" Jungwon laughs. "So where are we headed?" He asks me rocking back and forth in his heels. "The campus library." I say and walk past Jungwon, who follows behind me. Jungwon and I make it to the library and find an empty table to sit at. We ended up spending a few hours at the library, successfully making a schedule that worked around both of ours.

We stayed a little longer so I could help Jungwon translate his notes into English. I helped him with certain phrases and words he didn't understand and taught him the basics of grammar, which he sucked at. But with practice he's sure to get better. He picks up things quickly. A fast learner, which makes things easier for both of us.

"Thank you so much Y/n. I can't express how grateful I am for everything you're doing for me" Jungwon says. "I told you before it's no problem. I'm happy to help. It helps that you're such a fast learner." I say and Jungwon smiles sheepishly. "Here" I say handing Jungwon my phone. "Why're you giving me your phone?" He asks looking at me confused.

"Let's exchange numbers, that'll make things a lot easier" I say. Jungwon's eyes widen and his cheeks turn pink. "O-Oh- Yeah sure" he stutters and takes my phone. I giggle at his cute reaction. Jungwon wasn't a bad looking guy. In fact he was quite handsome. Without realizing it, I found myself staring at Jungwon.

"Okay here" Jungwon says snapping me out of my daze. He hands me my phone with his newly entered number. "Thanks. Now I gotta get going. I'll see you tomorrow okay?" I say and begin walking away. "I'll walk to the gates with you" Jungwon says and I nod.

We walk to the gates together and leave campus. The sun was just beginning to set which cast a soft orange glow over everything. "Thanks again for the help Y/n! See you tomorrow!" Jungwon waves. "See ya!" I wave back and turn around heading home.

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[whatisreggieshortfor]

Family Reunions Can Suck

Kageyama needs a plus one for his family reunion.

Altered to fit the request from @acyd-m

Kageyama x trans!m!reader

TW: jealousy

He asked you to be his plus one to his family reunion.

You couldn’t be sure how this came to be. You were his manager, and while you took your job seriously, you still let your boys goof around sometimes in their training- just to keep the game they loved fun. The coaches and trainers never seemed to mind, the guys always played their hardest. But you didn’t think he really paid attention to you outside of your job. He always looked annoyed when you encouraged them to have fun, telling you that games were serious.

And then a week ago, he came to you, damn near pleading. His sister was trying to set him up with a friend that she was bringing with her fiancé, and asked you to pretend to be his partner so he could get through the event without his sister trying to set them up.

Which is how you found yourself here, duffel bag stowed in your car, preparing to spend three days with the player that liked you the least on the team. Knocking on the door, you let out a nervous breath. If this went badly, would he want them to replace you as manager? Why did he ask you instead of one the guys on the team? Or even his friends from other teams?

You were snapped out of your thoughts as the door opened, Kageyama standing there with an awkward look on his face, only to release a sigh of relief when he sees you. “Oh thank god. My sister kept saying she’d come pick me up because she refused to believe I was bringing somebody.”

You snorted at the uncharacteristic look on his usually stoic or annoyed face, “Well, here I am. You ready to go?”

“Uh, yeah- yes. Just let me grab my bag.” You nodded, stepping back away from the door and leaning against the hallway wall as he disappeared back inside.

The drive wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be. Maybe because you were the one doing the driving, at his insistence so that if you got uncomfortable you could leave. He kept fidgeting, curling and uncurling his fingers, playing with his seatbelt or the hems of his clothes, until you finally reached over and caught his hands in yours. “Kageyama, you need to calm down. If you’re this antsy now, you’re gonna blow the whole thing the second they see us.” He didn’t reply, and chancing a glance at him at a stop light showed you he was frozen, staring at where your hands entangled. “Better get used to it, pretty boy. They’re gonna expect us to hold hands.”

“Right. Yeah. I knew that.”

You almost snorted before a different thought crossed your mind, “What term did you use when you told them? Because if you said girlfriend, I understand but-“

“I said boyfriend.” He answered immediately, “I am aware of your preferences on the matter, and you don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to.”

You nodded to yourself. When you were hired on as the team’s manager, you were immediately open with the players of your trans status. Most of them understood immediately, except you had to explain it to the more confused players like Kageyama and Ushijima. None of them ever made you feel bad about it, but it was good to know that he cared enough to use the right terms. Instead of replying, you reached up to turn up the music, before settling back to holding his hands as you drove. You figured it was better to do this while you could, since Monday you would go back to never having a chance to be this close to him.

Arriving at the bed and breakfast his family had rented out was awkward, especially when he realized that his family had only booked the two of you one room. You had expected that, apparently he did not. Laughing goodnaturedly at the situation, you took hold of his arm, “Relax, Tobio. You act like we’ve never shared a room before.”

Kageyama’s mind flashed with a trip the team had taken, they all slept in the same room, you included, “This is a little different then-“

“Yes, it’s a little awkward with your family knowing that we’re sharing a space.” You smiled easily, even if you were panicking internally.

His sister grinned where she stood with her own fiancé, winking she said, “Just keep the noise down, little brother.”

You couldn’t fight the flush that creeped up your neck, even as you laughed with her.

When it came time to go to sleep, you pulled a sleeping bag out of your duffel, spreading it out on the floor. He watched you curiously before voicing the question, “What are you doing?”

You blinked at him, “Well, you need to sleep in a bed, you need to keep your back in shape. I don’t want to disturb you.”

“But wouldn’t the floor hurt your back?”

You snorted at how genuinely confused he looked, “I guess, it might. But-“ you gestured to the bed was barely bigger than a twin, “I don’t think we’ll both have a lot of space on that.”

Kageyama achingly wanted to ask you to lay next to him anyway, but as he watched you curl into your position on the floor, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Miwa was enamored by the ‘relationship’ you had with her brother, respectful and curious. The friend, Mei, she had brought on the other hand…

You watched from your seat by the cozy bar, as Miwa’s friend pushed her chest, clad in a low cut shirt, against Tobio’s arm as she over-enthusiastically questioned him about volleyball. Kageyama didn’t seem to pay attention to it, as he answered her questions seriously. When you heard a sigh next to you, you glanced over to see Miwa frowning at the two of them. You looked at her concerned, “Everything alright?”

“Hmm?” She looked your way, “Oh, I just don’t know what’s going on with her. I mean, I don’t know if she’s actually trying to flirt or not. But I’ve never seen her act like this. It’s like she’s just disregarding that he’s in a relationship. I’m so sorry.”

You shrugged, “It’s not her actions that would matter in a relationship. It’s his. I trust him to do what’s best.” And you did, but at the same time you hated seeing this. You figured you didn’t have any real chance with him, even as he pretended to be interested in you, but this still hurt and the jealousy was burning in your chest. Miwa nodded her head with a smile, before calling over one of their cousins to meet you.

Kageyama admittedly had been desperate when he asked you to attend his family reunion, and that desperation masked the anxiety he felt about finally asking you to be his date- but he had to keep reminding himself that it was fake. He saw the way you cared for the team, and he wanted you to care about him the way he cared about you. He wanted you by his side all the time. While his sister’s friend was pressing against him asking questions, he kept trying to pull his arm away, but she would just press further. He wished you were in her place, looking up at him with eyes that said you wanted him. And then he saw you, laughing at something one of his idiot cousins was saying, jokingly pushing the guy’s shoulder, and he felt something odd stir inside of him. The only other time he’d felt it was when the Adlers joined MSBY at a bar after a game, and he’d seen Atsumu put his arm around your shoulders. He didn’t like it.

Without thinking, Kageyama abandoned the conversation he was having, leaving the girl behind as she glared at his back, making his way over to you.

You felt an arm wrapped around your waist, and you looked up, blinking when you saw Tobio. Miwa grinned with their cousin, who couldn’t help but tease, “Sorry, we were just keeping him company since you looked a little preoccupied.”

Tobio glanced down at you, and seeing your shy smile filled his chest with warmth. When he answered, he did so seriously, “I’m never too preoccupied for him.”

Dinner the second day was nice, even with Mei leering at who was supposed to be your boyfriend, until Miwa started questioning when your parents would be meeting Tobio. “Come on! Clearly you guys are getting serious if he brought you to meet all of us. He hasn’t even met your parents?”

“Heh,” you forced a smile, “My parents are fairly busy as company execs, they don’t have the time for things they don’t deem worth it.” You tried to laugh like you made a joke, but everyone looked concerned. Waving your hands you continued, “It’s not a big deal! I make my life on my own, that’s all. Don’t see ‘em much.” You really wished they’d let it go, but Miwa was repeatedly saying they needed to learn about you until you snapped, “They disowned me, okay!?” You stared at your hands as the words hung in the air, and with a deep sigh you continued without meeting Tobio’s worried gaze, “My last year of high school I finally told them. I wasn’t their perfect daughter,” you briefly heard a few gasps but pushed on, “I didn’t plan on pursuing the career they wanted to take over the company. My whole life I wanted to do a job like the one I have. And I just…wasn’t a girl.” You stood up from the table, hurriedly making your way back to your room. Locking yourself in the shower, you hated the way you’d reacted. You were just supposed to be here for Tobio. You could’ve lied and said he’d be meeting your parents soon. Instead you told the truth…and now he might be the one paying for it.

Sometime later, you finally exited the shower. Tobio wasn’t in the room, and you figured you should apologize so you went looking for him.

You hadn’t expected to find him like this.

As you walked into the sitting room of the bed and breakfast, you immediately backed up around the corner. Eavesdropping had never been an activity you encouraged, but you couldn’t help it when you saw the way Mei had Tobio backed into the wall.

“Come on! You can’t be telling me it’s actually as serious as you’re letting your sister believe.” You could see her batting her eyelashes up at him, and you felt that jealousy coil in your stomach again. “Just admit that you wanna be with a real woman for a change.”

You walked away when you didn’t hear him reply.

You were packing your bag a few minutes later when you heard him enter your shared room.

“Are…you leaving?”

You laughed without humor, “Yeah, you seem to be a little busy. Figured you wouldn’t notice.”

“What?” You glanced back to see his head cocked in confusion, “I always notice you.”

You choked on air, but the negative feelings you had were too strong, “Look, Tobio, I get you wanted me here for some reason, but that girl is all over you and you-“

“I wish it were you.”

“You- I’m sorry, what now?” Just like that, the negative feelings were entirely replaced with confusion and strangely hope.

You’d never seen Kageyama look as determined as he did right now, not even when he was on the court. “I- I saw you, when she said what she did. And I didn’t reply, because I didn’t want the first time you heard me say it be when I was telling it to someone else. I really like you, Y/N. I want you to be the one that hangs on my arm when I’m talking about something nobody is actually interested in. I want to be able to say you’re my boyfriend without lying about it.” Kageyama Tobio was a lot of things. He was driven, and focused, and damn near illiterate at times. But he wasn’t a liar.

You shook your head, shocked chuckles spilling out, “I can’t believe I got jealous for nothing.”

“You got jealous over me?” You glared softly at the smirk on his face before it turned into one the genuine smiles you rarely got to see, “I think I was jealous too. When you were talking to my cousin. You were laughing, and I was annoyed I wasn’t the one making you do it. And when you left the table earlier, I told my family that if they couldn’t accept you, it still didn’t change anything. I want you in my life as long as you’ll be there.”

“What if I wanna be there forever?” You asked curiously, hand tentatively reaching to cradle the side of his face.

“Forever sounds like a pretty good option to me.” You hadn’t realized how close he was until you felt the breathe of those words dance across your lips, and you slowly closed the rest of the distance.

The next morning, you chuckled to yourself as Tobio tried, in vain, to hide the hickey you’d left on his neck from his family’s teasing comments. And now when Mei tried to flirt with him, you’d happen to wander over and drag him away to join other conversations while she glared behind you. But you didn’t care. You finally had your chance.

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#haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x trans reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama x trans male reader #Kageyama x male reader

[welldonebeca]

valzȳrys. ābrazȳrys

Summary: His thrusts were hard and slow. With each of them, he pulled himself nearly all out before pushing in again, emptying her mind with each of them, making her just his. His wife, his woman. She didn’t need anything else, all she needed was him, and all she could think of was him. Daemon, Daemon, Daemon. Her husband. Hers, fully and thoroughly. . . . Rhaenyra marries Daemon.  Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen WC: 3.2k words Warnings: Wedding. Targcest. Smut. Vaginal sex. Vaginal fingering. Canon divergence. Size difference. Some size kink, if you squint. Pet names (including but not limited to: Little Wife, ābrazȳrys ñuha (my wife) husband, sweet girl and my dragonrider). Praising kink. Wife/Husband kink. Multiple orgasms. Dirty talk. Breeding kink and discussion of children. A/N: In how many ways can I make those two say "I Love You" without uttering those words? Let's find out.

Read the two precious stories of this series “A Single String of Pearls” and “The Devouring” on AO3. 

What she was doing was spiteful, and Rhaenyra knew that very well. Still, she didn't change Syrax's direction as they flew to King's Landing, to the Great Sept of Baelor. 

The Great Septon was going to be the one celebrating her wedding to Daemon. He knew he was going to get her married anyway, so why not just slightly adjust his plans? 

And, of course, her father would hear from it much faster if that came from him. 

Her septa was at the door of the sept when she landed, and swallowed down when Rhaenyra eyed her defiantly. 

"The High Septon," she requested, not giving her space to say much more. "Please. And quick, I don't have the whole day."

The Septa curtsied, eyes entirely focused on her dragon before running inside. 

Her warning seemed to be heard, because the old man was soon outside, with his eyes wide. 

"Your grace?"  he almost stuttered, looking at her. 

"Hop on," she instructed him. "I need you." 

Syrax settled a little, lowering herself so the man could climb onto her. 

The High Septon - she couldn't quite recall his name, nor cared about it - and didn't move. 

"Your... your grace. Is there a way-" 

"No," she interrupted him. "I don't have the whole day. You either climb up or I make her take you in her mouth. Do you want that?"

The man gulped down around nothing, looking. 

"No, your grace." 

Finally, he climbed up, and Rhaenyra rolled her eyes when he grabbed her by her waist and held her tightly, panting, terrified. 

It was a short flight to Dragonstone, just minutes, but the man was terrified, holding onto her like he was doing to fall at any moment, and the moment they landed, he jumped onto the ground in a big rush, kneeling on the ground and kissing it several times. 

She scoffed. 

"Don't be dramatic," she rolled her eyes. "Get up." 

Rhaenyra hopped off of Syrax, letting her go to the dragons' nest, and started walking before the High Septon was even on his feet, striding towards the sept. 

"I believe you know how to perform marriages," she called out, throwing a look over her shoulder, finding him rushing to her. "And you remember, of course." 

He looked at her, unsettled, all pale. 

"Yes, your grace." 

"Good." 

When they reached the sept, the doors were already open, and it was already full, something that made her a bit confused. 

Knights, ladies, lords and lots and lots of lowborn people. 

Where had they all come from?

Between the statues of the mother and the father, Daemon descended the steps, sword by his side and a smug look on his face, looking more put together than the last she had seen him. 

“There’s my bride,” he smiled largely. “Took you long enough.” 

“We needed a Septon,” she reminded him. 

He looked at the man following her. 

“Did it have to be the High Septon?” he asked. 

“Yes,” she stated simply. “He was already preparing to celebrate my marriage.” 

Daemon smiled, and she looked at the people watching them. 

“And those?” 

“Witnesses,” he offered her hand. “We couldn’t possibly get married without them, daria ñuha.”

My queen. 

She smiled at the pet name, sounding like honey on his lips, and Daemon pulled her aside to look at the High Septon, moving a single hand to his Dark Sister and tapping it silently in a little reminder. 

The man walked up to his spot, pale and panting, but didn’t protest anything. 

The High Septon spoke a lot, less stuttery with each of his sentences, and Daemon’s hand was very warm on Rhaenyra’s while he did, but not tight. 

She could leave, it dawned on her. In fact, Rhaenyra could just drop his hand and walk away, and nothing would happen to her. There wouldn’t be a punishment, a retaliation. In this Sept, she was a free woman. 

What a moment to realise it. 

What a day. 

Daemon had a little smile when he turned, raising a hand to her chin and making her look up at him. 

“With this kiss, I pledge my love,” Daemon whispered, lips hovering over hers. 

“With this kiss, I pledge my love,” she smiled back. 

He kissed her softly, but Rhaenyra threw her arms around his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes, kissing him deeply, and earned a little chuckle from him and gasps from the people watching them. 

She had his bottom lip between her teeth when he pulled back from her, eyes filled with fire, and Rhaenyra continued to stare at him, not wanting to tear her eyes away. 

Yet, they had to. So both turned to the High Septon, waiting for his last words. 

“Now may the world know that Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen are one flesh, one heart and one soul, wed by blood and fire, now and forever.” 

They left the sept together in large steps, and she didn’t look back, 

Instead, they strode into the castle together, and the servants were left to sort out whatever would happen to their guests and witnesses. 

The moment they were alone, Daemon stopped and picked her up, making Rhaenyra yelp as he threw her over his shoulder. 

"My little wife has such tiny legs," he announced, loudly. 

She shuddered. 

Little wife. 

His wife. 

Daemon pinched her thigh, and she let herself be taken by him, just falling on her bed when he let her down on it. 

"Fucking finally," he climbed on top of her. 

He kissed her hungrily, and moved his hands quickly to take off her dress, nearly ripping it. 

"Daemon," she panted. 

"Need to see you," he grunted, fingers untying her dress and pushing it away from her body, and moved back to let her take it off completely, throwing it to her side, and his fingers were quick to work on the ties of her stays, on her front. "Stupid layers." 

She chuckled. 

"You fucked me not two hours ago," she reminded him. 

Daemon looked up at her face, eyes deep with desire. 

"I haven't seen you naked," he reminded her, looking at her. "Even once. Even in your room." 

He pushed her stays away. 

"But I'm your husband now," he growled. 

They fell on the bed under her, and she raised her body up to let him take it off. 

"And I get to see every inch of you." 

He moved his hand up to her face, and she could get lost in the way his face softened when he looked at her. There were many words between them, but none were spoken. 

Rhaenyra took a hand to his cheek, moving a thumb over his skin, and he smiled softly. 

"You know?" he asked, barely above a whisper. 

That he loved her? 

She knew. Maybe it was the only thing she really knew. 

"I do," she assured him. 

He kissed her again, growing in passion, and reached for her shift, ripping it in a half, and she panted when he just tore it down in the middle, leaving her completely uncovered. 

"Ābrazȳrys ñuha," he hissed, moving his lips down to her neck. 

My wife. 

Daemon kissed and sucked on her skin, making her shiver and whimper, and he slowly moved his kisses down, inhaling her scent. 

"Smell like a dragonrider," he chuckled. 

She giggled, and inhaled sharply when he took a hand to her chest, pinching her nipple. 

"zaldrīzes kipagīros ñuha," he chuckled, lips touching the middle of her chest. My dragon rider. "Sīr gevie." 

So beautiful. 

He took his lips to the nipple he wasn’t pinching, licking and biting down on it, and Rhaenyra whined. 

He kissed her peak until it was hard and pebbled, and just then abandoned it. 

"Gevie ābrazȳrys ñuha," he whispered, blowing her skin and making her shiver. 

My beautiful wife.

She closed her eyes, floating as his lips explored her skin. 

"Daemon," she panted. 

He rubbed his nose on her skin, licking the bottom of her breast, and she closed her eyes.

"And my other name, Rhaenyra?" he kissed her skin. "What's it?" 

Rhaenyra shuddered, and he spread her legs, settling between them, kissing her stomach. 

“Daor, ābrazȳrys,” he corrected her. No, wife. 

Wife. 

She exhaled. 

“Valzȳrys,” she whimpered. 

Husband.

Daemon kissed her stomach, nosing her belly button, and spread her legs further, sinking between them to nose the trimmed hairs covering her centre. 

“Pretty cunt,” he purred, moving his hands on her thighs, raising a single leg of hers. “Fuck, Rhaenyra.” 

He gazed at her as if seeing the prettiest painting. 

“Look at you,” he exhaled. “Still painted with my seed and all wet again.” 

She panted. 

“I need you,” she pleaded. “Please, husband.” 

He raised his body and was about to untie his breeches when Rhaenyra moved a hand to grab his. 

She was naked on her bed. Well… their bed. 

He was still dressed. 

"You can see me," she reminded him. "I want to see you too." 

He looked up at her, looking surprised for a moment, but nodded a single time. 

"Of course," he smiled. 

Daemon stood up and quickly moved his hands to undress, and Rhaenyra took the moment to throw her discarded stays and shift away, leaning back on the bed to watch as he moved. 

First, her husband shed his shirt. Then, his pants.

He stood in front of her in a tunic, like before, and her eyes traced down to his hips, where his hard cock was barely hidden, standing hard and straight. 

She watched him with a little squint, leant on her elbows and chuckled when he smirked at her. 

"Curious, wife?" he asked. 

Rhaenyra clicked her tongue. 

"I don't know, husband," she hummed. "Were you curious to see me?" 

Daemon's lips curled the slightest, shaking his head. 

"I was eager," he corrected her. "Needy. Starving." 

She tilted her head. 

"And I'm eager," she told him, parroting his words. "Needy. Starving." 

Daemon pulled his tunic away, tossing it to the floor, and she took a moment to see him. Not just his cock, but him fully. 

His chest was wide, strong from the fight, and his skin pale, begging for her lips. 

The white triangle of hairs between his legs were trimmed and tamed, and his cock was thick and straight, long and pink, unblemished and eager.

"Satisfied, wife?" he asked, cocky. 

Rhaenyra giggled.

"Daor, valzyrys," she spread her legs, needy and wet between them. No, husband. "I still need you."

Daemon stopped, staring at her, and bit his lower lip, licking it. His cock bonded between his legs. 

"And how can I deny you, wife?"

She smiled, and he strode to her, moving on top of her and kissing her again, and Rhaenyra could feel his cock wet against her thigh. The mattress dip a little, and he lifted her left leg, positioning his cock between her wet folds, bumping against her bud as he adjusted himself.

“Keep them spread, wife,” he bit her lower lip. “I’ll sate your hunger now.” 

He took a hand down, gripping himself, and she closed her eyes when he entered her, the old sting of being penetrated much easier now. It hurt less and less, she realised. 

Soon, it wouldn’t hurt at all. 

Rhaenyra raised her hips a little bit, searching for him, but Daemon was patient. It was different from earlier today now. 

He had already devoured her. Now, he was tasting her, savouring each second. She gives it to him. 

Daemon held his tip inside her and rested his forehead on her, breath warm on her skin and he slowly kissed her once more. 

“Please,” she moved her nose over his. “Husband.” 

“My wife,” he held her hips, pushing a little more. “Wanted to fuck you right in the Sept, you know?” 

She whimpered, and he pushed more into her, the hand he’d used to position his cock now free and moving to caress her pearl, and Rhaenyra whined. 

“All confident, taking what you wanted,” he panted. “After proposing to me.” 

She giggled a little, but they were interrupted by her gasps of pleasure when he pulled out and thrust into her again, shallowly fucking her, patient and taunting. 

“You strode into that fucking place, rushing before the septon was even inside,” he chuckled. “Desperate to make me yours, desperate to be mine.” 

Daemon’s hips were slow and steady, giving her time to adjust to him, but his finger was merciless, playing with her, making her eyes roll back and her cunt to flood. 

When he is all inside her, he doesn’t fuck her. Instead, he keeps himself in her, brushing against the deepest place in her, nearly bruising her with how long and wide he is. 

“Perfect,” he hissed, lips hovering over hers. “I’ll fuck this cunt every day, so many times a day. I will keep you filled, daria ñuha, I promise.” 

The way he said it made her shake, panting. 

He rolled and rubbed her bud, insisted, skilful. 

“I’ll keep you feeling so good,” he promised, breathless. “Gonna give you everything, make you all happy.” 

She closed her eyes, floating near the edge and squirming, fluttering around him. 

“Please,” she panted, rolling her eyes back. 

“Peak for me, ābrazȳrys ñuha,” he panted. “I want to feel it before I fuck you fully. Please.” 

She did, moaning, squirming under him as he body trembled and her mind exploded like dragon fire burning everything inside her, and chanted his name over and over and over. 

Finally, his hips moved, and she was still moaning and trembling when he started actively fucking her. 

His thrusts were hard and slow. With each of them, he pulled himself nearly all out before pushing in again, emptying her mind with each of them, making her just his. His wife, his woman. She didn’t need anything else, all she needed was him, and all she could think of was him. Daemon, Daemon, Daemon. 

Her husband. 

Hers, fully and thoroughly. 

His fingers didn’t stop and soon, she couldn’t even keep her eyes open. Her hands grabbed his hair, pulling on his white strands, keeping him close to her, nearly fusing him with her. 

Daemon moved his lips to her chest, mouthing her nipples, licking, pulling biting, sucking. 

The hot knot in her lower stomach tightened again, and she was lost in bliss. Rhaenyra knew she was going to peak again, and Daemon seemed eager for that, because he didn’t stop touching her, tugging, sucking and playing with her. 

“Daemon,” she cried. “Daemon, please- Husband-” 

“Again,” he growled. “Peak again, wife.” 

Rhaenyra floated, moaning wantonly, lost in them. 

His name was honey on her lips as she did. Her toes curled and her back arched, and every muscle in her was a mixture of hard and soft, and all she knew was him. Daemon, Daemon, Daemon, she chanted, because there was nothing else in her mind, and there was nothing else she would or could ever want more than him. 

Her husband’s hips became stuttery, burying himself deep, moaning and growling, taking and taking and taking his pleasure from her, and Rhaenyra was still swimming in that pool of pleasure when he peaked too, filling her. 

Daemon didn’t stop moving when he peaked, or after. Instead, he fucked her more, deeper now. 

He was pushing his seed in her, keeping it in its place, so that it would take root. So that she wouldn’t be empty again even once he pulled away. 

Daemon didn’t pull away from her even while he was moving on their bed, and she opened her eyes when she felt him raising her hips, placing a pillow under them. 

Only then, he pulled his cock out, and Rhaenyra shuddered when he ran a single finger on the crease of her thighs, pushing whatever had leaked out of his seed inside. 

Just then, and only then, he lay by her side, kissing her lips once more, caressing her face tenderly. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked, sweet. 

Her muscles were starting to ache and her centre was a little sore, and Rhaenyra knew that was just the beginning of it. It would hurt more later, and then tomorrow. Yet, she didn’t care. 

“Devoured,” she exhaled. “Fucked and filled. Full.” 

Loved, too. 

Daemon’s lips curled in a smile, and he rubbed his nose against hers. It was his brand of affection, she could see now. Sweet face touches, even when they weren’t kissing. A sought of the closeness they needed in one another. 

“And you have no pains,” he asked, insisting. “No need for anything.” 

She relaxed a little, taking a hand to cover his. 

“Lay with me,” she asked him. “For a bit. And then we can eat and drink, and be more.” 

Daemon simply nodded, quietly sweet. 

They laid together, a single hand of his on her stomach, and an eagerness grew in her. With Daemon, she understood why people so wanted children. A baby would not be just another Targaryen to fulfil a prophecy, but it would be more. It would be the peak of what they had, wouldn’t it?

How they didn’t care to hide their love, so much so that they gave it a form. That they made into a human who would take a little bit of each of them, to be more and better. 

More Targaryen children than dragons to ride. 

But they had eggs, and Syrax was a good egg layer. 

They would all have eggs in their cradle, they would all grow to be riders like Rhaenyra and Daemon were. 

And yet, fear crept into her. An old fear she had, an ache that would never leave her for as long as she could have any child. 

“I have a favour to ask him,” she told him. “A promise you must make. “ 

Daemon was her husband. 

He loved her. Even though they didn’t speak of it, he loved her. 

“What promise?” he asked, soft. 

Her mother’s fate felt like it would haunt her since the moment she heard it, leaving looming anxiety in her very being, in her bones. 

“I know father chose Baelon’s life over my mother.” 

She looked at his face and Daemon was watching her. It made it more real, to say his name aloud. 

Rhaenyra didn’t know the details, but she didn’t need to. She wondered if he did. And if he did, why hadn’t he told her? 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

She didn’t move her eyes from him, and her voice was firm as she spoke it, because nothing mattered more than this. 

“If it ever comes to me,” she told him. “If you ever need to choose...” 

“I would always choose you,” Daemon affirmed, not letting her even finish. “Any day. At any time. In any circumstance.” 

Her shoulders relaxed. 

“I can live my life without children,” he affirmed. “I can have a full life, without a single baby in my arms, if that is what we are supposed to live like. If that is what you want.” 

She didn’t. 

Yet, she didn’t speak anything. 

Daemon took his hand from her belly and moved it to her cheek, keeping her eyes on his. His gaze was serious and strong, full of truth. 

“But I can’t ever imagine living a life without you,” he affirmed. “And I will always choose you above anyone and anything.” 

Rhaenyra kissed him, and put his hand on her stomach again. 

“Then I’ll have your children,” she affirmed. “As many of them as we can.” 

He smiled, holding her sweetly, and she rested her forehead on his. 

Her husband. 

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[michelleleewise]

Loki's Di-llama 🦙🦙🦙

Pairing: Eventual Loki x Reader but right now he thinks she's a stinky mess and she thinks he's a hot jerk. Together they're a hot mess.

Warnings: Some innuendos and euphemisms about what Loki is packing down under and the effect it may have on some people, also attempted poisoning, mild swearing, yelling.

Summary: In the land of Asgard, King Loki is selfish and vain. His arrogance causes others to plot against him. When he's turned into a llama, will humble peasant Y/N help Loki even though he plans to knock down her beloved village and build...a closet for his clothes?!

A/N: I loved this idea so so much and had to take it to the lovely @xorpsbane to coauthor!! I'm so excited to write this with her and share it with you all!!! *giddy laughing* she will be penning the next part! Also, I wanted to include that our wonderful himbo Thor's shoulder angel was inspired by the lovely @lokisgoodgirl Steve from her wonderful Satchel Steve tales! Definitely go check it out HERE!!! It is beeeeyond amazing!!! 💚💚😁😁

Part one -- Part two-

"He can't get rid of me that easy!" Hela yelled, slamming the hammer down on a bust of Loki "who does that little brat think he is?" She yelled again, Thor placing another bust on the stool standing back. "Does he have any idea.." She said smashing the bust "who he's dealing with!?" She yelled again pacing back and forth. Thor placed another bust down "Well, it's good your taking it out on these instead of the real Loki." He said smiling. "Thor! Your a genius!" She yelled running up to him "i..I am?" He asked scratching his head. "To the secret lab!" She said waving her hand, Thor following behind her.

She walked up to a statue of a gargoyle holding two staffs "pull the lever Thor!" She said as Thor grabbed the one on the right, triggering a trap door "wrong leveeeeerrrrr." She called out as Thor looked down "woops." He said biting his nails. Suddenly the door opened revealing Hela soaking wet "Why do we even have that lever?" She asked stomping over "move you oaf." She said pulling the other lever triggering another trap door the two landed in a small cart as it slowly slid forward "weeee!" Thor yelled as it twisted and turned finally landing at the bottom. Hela walked over to the worktable covered in vials and beakers "now, let me see. Ah! I've got it! I could turn him into a snake, a harmless little snake....and then I'll put him in a box...and put that box into another box...and then I'll mail it to myself and when it arrives.." She started laughing maniacly "I'll smash it with your hammer!" She said rubbing her hands together.

"With Loki out of the way and no heir I'll take over....it's brilliant!" She said laughing. "But....you were fired." Thor said looking at her. "Only three people know about that....soon two." She smiled. "Am I one of the two?" He asked as Hela stared at him. "Are you sure you weren't dropped when we were children?" She asked. "I dunno." He said waving his hand knocking a vial over, the contents landing on a plant killing it instantly. "Hmm....I could instead poison him with this!" She said holding a beaker of green liquid. "Here, hold it Thor....feel the power." She said handing it to him "oh...I feel it." He said rubbing the glass. "It's...dinnertime!" She said laughing menacingly.

*cut to Thor lighting candles on the table.

"Is everything ready for tonight?" Hela asked smoothing out the front of her long black dress, fixing her headdress. "Yes! I found the recipe for these pastries that pop up when you cook them...I'm calling them.....pop tarts." He said smiling. "Uh..huh..." She said looking at him. "And the....you know..." She said winking "ooooooh the poison....the poison for Loki.....the poison chosen specifically to kill Loki....Loki's poison." He said staring at her "that poison?" He asked "yes you oaf that poison!" She snapped "I got you." He said winking pulling the vial out of his pocket. "You put it in his drink, and ill propose a toast and he'll be dead before desert." She smiled "which is sad because it's going to be delicious." He said looking down.

She was about to say something when the door flung open "don't worry, I have arrived." Loki said stalking inside, leaving a trail of panties in his wake. "Where's the food, I'm one hungry king of the world." He said plopping down in the chair "Thor, get the king something to drink." She said smiling "drink.....riiiiiiiight." he said winking running off to the bar. "So sis, what are you gonna do? I mean...you've been around a long time, I mean a looooong time." He said admiring his nails "are you sure someone of your....age can adjust to regular life?" He asked smiling "oh, I'm sure I'll make due...where's the kings drink Thor?" She asked gritting her teeth. "Coming right up." He said, adding the poison making a green cloud puff above him.

He walked over with three glasses on the tray "your drink....your highness." He said turning the tray "is something on fire?" Loki asked sniffing the air "aahh...my poptarts!" He yelled running off. Loki and Hela stared at eachother awkwardly waiting for Thor to return as Loki played with his fork when Thor came back holding a tray of pastries. "It's ok! I saved them" He said smiling "Good job big guy." Loki said smiling. "Thor, I think the king needs his drink now." Hela said "oh, riiiiiiiight." He winked. Walking to the tray he couldn't remember which was which "one second." Thor said going back to the bar he poured them all together stirring it before pouring each glass again, setting the tray on the table "a toast, to the king." Hela said holding up her glass "Long live Loki." She said as Loki downed his drink Thor looked at Hela whisper coughing "dont...drink...wine....poisoned." He said sticking his tongue out.

"Mmmm.....yummy." Loki said setting his glass down "now, what were we..." he started when he face planted onto his plate. "Finally, now.." She started when Loki sat back up "what were we saying?" He asked as Thor and Hela stared in horror "w..we were making a toast." She stared when two long ears sprouted from Loki's head "to your long and.." She stared seeing his neck lengthen "h..h..healthy rule." She smiled "oh, that's right...hey Thor, could you refill me?" Loki asked smiling, his nose jutting out, buck teeth sticking out "umm sure." He said looking at Hela as she brought her fist to her hand "hit him on the head." She whispered through gritted teeth. "Now, where's that food." Loki said rubbing his hands together as they turned into....hooves. Thor crept up behind him hitting him in the head with the tray knocking him out.

"A LLAMA! HE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!" She yelled "yeah, that's kinda weird" Thor said scratching his head "Let me see the bottle." Thor handed it to her, she peeled back the label "this isn't poison, it's extract of....Llama!" She groaned throwing the bottle at Thor. "Well honeslty all your poisons look the same, you really should organize them better." He said. "Take him out and finish this now!" She yelled "what about dinner?" He asked "seriously!? We need to take care of this before someone sees." She said rubbing her temples. "How about dessert?" He asked "well.....I supposed that wouldn't hurt." She said "and then finish this." She said storming off.

*cut to Thor sneaking across the palace with a large bag of Loki..

Guess where I am...yup, in the bag. Still think I'm not the victim in all this! All I did was be incredibly good looking, talented, and have a very large...purpose. but just wait....it gets better......

Thor stalked down the stairs, humming to himself as he came up to the canal that ran down the mountain, smiling as he tossed the bag over. "Welp, mission accomplished" He said smiling

"Heckers, your not just gonna let him die are you?" He heard "Oh, my shoulder angel." Thor said looking at the tiny blonde man in a white toga

"dude, don't listen to him, he's trying to lead you down the path of righteousness." He heard, seeing another tiny man with long dark hair and a shiny metal arm on his other shoulder "imma lead you down the path that rocks." He said fist pumping

"Jeepers, would you just not." His angel said

"pff..listen up punk, I'll give you three reasons to just walk away, one...look at that guy, he has that sissy little purse thing." His devil said

"we've been through this, it's a satchel...and you know it bucky!" The angel said

"oh right stevie, that's a satchel, and that's a dress." The devil said

"it's a robe you barbarian." The angel said. "Reason two...look what I can do.." the devil said jumping down doing a handstand with his metal arm

"What does that have to do with.." Thor started "no..he's got a point." The angel said watching intently. "Look, I don't need this, just..begone..or however I make you go away." He said as they both vanished. Thor watched as the bag got closer to the cliff, running towards it he jumped out, grabbing just as it was about to go over.

Running through the palace he chewed on his lip "come on Thor think, what do I do...what do I.." he started down the stairs stepping on a cats tail "sorry little fella, I didn't hurt...." he started when the cat hissed launching himself at Thor's face, turning into a whirling dervish of hair and claws as Thor cried out dropping the bag. "Unhand me you demon." He yelled trying to pull the cat from his face, missteping he tumbled down the stairs with the cat latched onto his face. Landing at the bottom with a thud he looked up seeing the bag on a cart being pulled by a young woman. "Miss...miss wait!" He called out prying the cat from his face he looked up seeing the woman gone in the crowd of people. "Uh oh...I hope that doesn't come back to bite me." He said biting his nails.

*cut again to y/n pulling the cart up to the village..

"What am I gonna tell everyone?" You asked the llama pulling the cart, seeing it stare off into the distance "good talk." You said sighing guiding him up the hill. "Y/n, your home! How was the trip? What did the king want?" Natasha asked "hey sis, he....couldn't see me." You said rubbing your arm "seriously? What an ass! You walked all the way there and he couldn't see you?" She asked crossing her arms "yeah...I guess so. Something about organizing his panties or something." You said "if I were you, I'd go give him a piece of my mind! King or not you don't need to be a jerk." She said stomping inside "yeah..." She sighed looking down. "You ok y/n?" Nat asked "yeah...I'm just gonna go put Oliver away." You said guiding the llama to the stable behind the house. You sat on a log next to the little pond, trying to memorize it as it may be one of the last times you'll see it...

Hey! Two seconds....Remember me? I'm the one unconscious in the cart....this story is about me...not her....good? Ok....moving on....

You got up walking back to the house when you heard a groan coming from the back of the cart, seeing a bag shifting around. "What the.." you said. Untying the bag you saw a a dazed black and orange llama. "Oh, hey little guy...are you ok?" You asked rubbing it's head. "Nooo....touchie...." it said making your scream "DEMON LLAMA!" You yelled jumping back "what..demon llama...where..." it said looking at your llama it screamed and tried running away but tripped and rolled hitting the wall "Uuuugghhhh." It said laying there. "It's ok demon llama, just calm down.." you said inching forward "what are you..wait! I know you..your that dirty smelly peasant girl who didn't want to kneel" He said sitting up. You stared in shock "k..king Loki?" You asked staring.

"Uh yeah...duh, has the fifth affected your brain as well?" He snarked "well you..you don't look like the king." You said walking closer. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He asked. "Um, well...do this." You said wiggling your fingers. He rolled his eyes lifting his hoof "what is this, some stupid game you peasants play.." he stopped seeing the hooves "wait..how.." he said looking around he ran to the pond screaming seeing his reflection "aaahh my face! My beautiful gorgeous face! I'm an ugly stinky llama!!" He yelled leaning against the wall crying "i have llama face!" He cried kicking his hooves. "Calm down..how did this happen?" You asked crouching down.

"I dont know ok.." he said trying to stand up, faceplanting on the ground. "I..I don't remember..i..wait!" He said turning around "You! I remember you, and telling you I was building my new closet where your house is and you...YOU TURNED ME INTO A LLAMA!" He yelled siting up "what!? Why.." you tried "and then you kidnapped me so I couldn't knock your house down!" He yelled "why would I kidnap a llama?" You asked crossing your arms "Hey, your the mastermind here...not me." He said grabbing the fence post "wait, that's giving you entirely too much credit." He said trying to walk.

"I have to get back to the palace, Hela has that "secret lab", I'll just order her to change me back" he said smiling "smelly peasant girl, I order you to take me back." He said standing up. You thought for a second looking at him "no.." you said sternly. I beg your pardon?" He asked glaring at you "I can't let you go back unless you build your "closet" somewhere else." You said fidgeting with your hands. "Hmm..come here." He said as you walked closer "closer.." he said. Coming face to face with him "wait, back up.." he said holding his nose "You really do assault the senses...anyway...I DONT MAKE DEALS WITH PEASENTS!" He yelled making you jump.

"Well then, I can't take you back." You said glaring at him. "Whatever...I don't need some whiny peasent anyway, I'll find my own way." He said walking towards the forest. "I wouldn't recommend that! It's pretty dangerous if you don't know your way." You said as he sauntered off "I mean it! There are jaguars, and snakes, and man eating plants!" You yelled "I'm not liiiiistening.." he sing songed continuing down the path. "FINE! GO AHEAD!..no Loki, no closet....doesn't bother me one bit." You said crossing your arms. You looked down the now empty path sighing "Dammit!" You yelled, following after him......

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A Sin to Lie - Seteth x Reader 🍋

DILF alert 😮‍💨

This includes: acts of debauchery in a church, some religious themes obvi

The moonlight shone through the stained glass of the chapel, and the only one there to appreciate it was you. Dimitri was here sometimes to appreciate its glow with you, the way it made the colors of the glass look so differently than they did during the day, but you were in your solitude tonight - something you were grateful for as you made your way to the statues of the four saints.

"Ah, there you are."

You turned at the sound of his voice, the smile tugging at the corners of your lips instinctively. This was exactly what you had hoped for. A moment alone with Seteth in the chapel would, ideally, serve the purpose you hoped it would. He was hiding something more than your stolen kisses and intimate embraces, something that you saw lingering behind his eyes. It showed in the tender moments you shared alone in his office or when Manuela was too busy drinking her sorrows away, leaving the infirmary where you worked alongside her to just the two of you.

But here, in the chapel, he'd be faced with both you and the Goddess.

"I'm surprised you're not in bed yet."

"I heard my wyvern crying. After checking on it, I figured a late night stroll would help me retire once more." He was so stiff, still uncertain if you were truly alone here. "Is it just you here tonight?"

"Yes, unless you count the statues of the saints here."

That rare grin, soft and casual, graced his lips as he approached you. "May I ask what has you praying to the Goddess at this late hour?"

"Oh, I'm not praying to the Goddess," you corrected. "I'm praying to one of them."

His eyebrows raised in surprise as he stood beside you in front of the golden statue. "Are you, now?"

"Mhm. Saint Cichol, to be specific." You caught his gaze as you said it, unclasping your hands to reach for one of his.

Seteth maintained his expression. "Interesting. Do you pray to him often?"

You looked for any change in Seteth's demeanor, but found none. "Not particularly, no. But legends say that thanks to his unwavering faith, he was able to perform miracles, and I'm sort of hoping for one."

Seteth's raised brows slowly lowered and then nearly met in the middle as they furrowed. "Is there something you need?" He took your hand - the one interlocked his own - and held it with both of his hands now. "If there's anything you need help with, my dear, you know you can ask me. Right?"

"Oh, I know. It's just... I sense someone close to me is hiding something. So I pray that Saint Cichol can help me. A miracle, so to speak. It's not likely that I'll ever find out what it is they're hiding without divine intervention."

"Perhaps they'll come around soon, then," Seteth said, though his gaze had dropped to your hand that he was holding.

"Seteth," you said in a way that forced his eyes to return to your own. "You know, it is a sin to lie."

He let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. "You are correct."

"I will say, you are fantastic about hiding it in public. But when we're alone..." You sighed. "You look at me like there is so much you want to say to me, but you refrain nonetheless."

"You're absolutely right." You were surprised to hear Seteth admit it. "I have my secrets that I keep."

"I hope one day that you'll trust me enough to share them with me."

"I assure you, it has nothing to do with trust. I... I do trust you, earnestly."

You rose a brow at him and said nothing. This was usually how you got him to open up. Your silence put the pressure on him.

"It is just not a burden I would expect anyone to bear alongside me. Besides, I have been holding on to it for so long now that it's hardly anything anymore."

"Seteth..."

He sighed, caught in a lie. "A sin, I know." He lifted one of his hands to brush some of your hair out of your face. "What ever shall I do to repent?" Seteth then pulled your hand up to his lips, brushing them along your knuckles.

You decided to be more forthcoming in your suspicions now. “You could grant me my miracle. Despite the fact that I seldom pray, I’d say I’ve been a rather devout follower of Saint Cichol. Wouldn’t you?”

Seteth’s jaw tensed. It was so subtle that had you been anyone else and any further away from him, you wouldn’t have noticed it. “Are you saying this because of my Crest? Has Hanneman caught your ear?”

“With how much Hanneman and Manuela bicker, I try to avoid him so I don’t get stuck in the middle. So while your Crest does play a factor, I’m ultimately not.” You smiled at him, hoping it would encourage him to open up. “I understand it must be hard to open up after losing your wife, and I don’t expect our relationship to be the same. But I do hope that I can see your heart one day. After all, I’ve bared to you mine. So much so that, if my suspicions are right, I’ve even prayed to you.”

In the silence, you could hear Seteth swallow nervously. “What makes you so certain?”

“You drop the façade around me a bit more than you do everyone else. Don’t worry, I don’t think anybody else suspects what I do.”

“You can’t possibly think I’m actually a saint,” Seteth said, almost as if he were reprimanding you. You’d heard that tone taken with the students before.

“Oh,” you said as you released your hands and moved closure to the Saint Cichol statue, “but I do.”

You looked up at the glimmering, gold figure and the way Saint Cichol held his axe. The soft yet stern expression across his face reminded you of the looks Seteth often saved for you when he was sneaking you smiles in public, your relationship largely a secret from the students.

Seteth’s footsteps echoed in the chamber as he came closer to you. You turned around to face him, the back of your thighs now touching the base of the statue.

“We’re truly alone?”

“That we are.”

Seteth’s knuckles caressed your jaw. “What if it were true?”

You smiled. “I might pray to you more often if it were.”

He laughed, the sound music to your ears. “Have you told anyone about your theory?”

“Just you. I wouldn’t ever dare, Seteth.”

“I know you wouldn’t.”

His kiss that followed felt like confirmation. His hands ran down your arms, holding you close to him as your thighs pressed a bit further against the statue. He said nothing else as your kiss continued, instead letting his roaming hands do the talking for him. It wasn’t like Seteth to usually be so public, but perhaps the late night hour granted you some privileges.

As his hands ran down the front of your blouse, he lingered at your breasts. “May I?”

You nodded, feeling the thrill of being in public course through you. Seteth’s long fingers were meticulous as he unbuttoned your white blouse. Once open, he scooped your breasts out from your brassiere with one hand and then, with the other, scooped you up from behind your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his torso for support, your arms draping around his shoulders.

You were elevated now, with Seteth holding you against the base of the statue. He dipped his head and ran his mouth slowly across the skin of your chest before his tongue darted over one of your nipples. You choked back your soft sigh as he brought his mouth to the erect bud and took his time there. His green hair fell in his eyes as he did, but he looked up past his bangs to you as he switched to the other.

“Is this how Saint Cichol rewards all of his followers?”

Seteth chuckled against your skin as he pulled away from your nipple. The cold that took place in his mouth’s absence was instant. “This is reserved for only the most devout. I’d say you’ve earned that title.”

One of his hands ran up your thigh and began to hike your skirt up. Seteth soon reached your undergarments and pushed them aside to ghost along the spot where fabric once was.

“Proof of your devotion,” he mused. “Even in a place like this.”

“Is that a sin, too?”

“Oh no,” Seteth said with such softness he almost didn’t sound like himself. His hand lowered to undo his own bottoms, soon revealing his hardened cock to you. “I’d say this is sacramental.”

At that, he was inside of you. You couldn’t help your moan upon Seteth’s entry; he never failed to strike at just the right angle to have you wrapped around him from the first moment. Your nails dug into his shoulders through his navy top as you and Seteth found a rhythm, feeling especially intimate now that you knew the truth of who he really was.

Seteth’s face buried into your neck as his thrusts continued. He was too embarrassed to face himself in this way, so much so that he couldn’t even say it outright despite the fact that you knew. ‘Of course you knew,’ he thought. He loved you because of how observant you were, how quick-witted, yet still so gentle and soft. You had yet to be hardened by hundreds of years, yet your eyes saw his very own for what they were.

He tried to shake his thoughts so he wouldn’t get ahead of himself. His movements were slow yet sharp, allowing the both of you to feel each other thoroughly. Seteth wasn’t completely sure what came over him as he remembered where you were, but it was too late now. The sound of his thrusts lightly echoed in the chamber, amplifying the risk of being caught but fueling Seteth’s sensory overload. The way you felt around him, the quiet mewls that escaped your lips when he wasn’t kissing you, the cool touch statue behind you—it was all too much.

It was exactly as you had planned, unbeknownst to Seteth, though you hadn’t planned on this. You could tell from the way he took his time with you and the way Seteth looked at you that a burden had been lifted, making him more at ease despite being in public.

“I don’t think anyone’s made me feel this way in a thousand years.”

You smiled as he kissed you, thrusts going deeper now. Seteth’s hit just the right angle to make you come undone on him, your moan silenced by his kiss. He wasn’t far behind you, releasing inside you. As you pulled away from the kiss, your chest heaved while you tried to catch your breath and both came down from your orgasms.

“No one can know of this. At least, that we did this here.”

You grinned. “Our secret, Seteth. Luckily for you, I’m good at keeping those.”

Seteth pressed his lips to your jaw as he helped you back to your feet. Once you were both certain you’d left no mess behind, he held an arm out to you, bent at the elbow.

“Shall we?”

You linked your arm with his, a hand resting on the side of his elbow, and retreated to your quarters.

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