#°• ◊ we're all stories in the end —— ( v: modern. )

[wackyharpy]

Eventually (Part 2)

Modern! Aemond x Fem! Reader

Summary: Aemond has been in love with Helaena's best friend but hasn't confessed yet. Everything changes when he meets her at Dragonstone.

Part 1

Part 3 (maybe, not sure)

A/N: English isn't my native language. I'd be very glad for your comments and reblogs. Thank you in advance! Enjoy the story :)

For the atmosphere: Hante — Burning

Warnings ⚠️

NSFW 18+, swearing, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), in this story Helaena is the youngest, she/her pronouns.

Consuming of media is your own responsibility

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD

Aemond sits till the end of the meeting on his own. Aegon leaves it upon the request of Rheanyra who unexpectedly has appeared to discuss current matters.

Her uncle Daemon and his obsession with Laena are small troubles that can be solved. Aemond tries his best not to scoff and roll the eye. Yes, they are "small troubles". Does anybody care that all shit that is going to happen at the financial department will be his duty? He will be obliged to regulate all disputes that may occur with the Royce family.

Being the second one in everything — that's Aemond's burden.

Corlys Velaryon only smiles attentively watching Aemond's reactions. Sure, he's satisfied to intermarry with Targaryens one more time. Who wouldn't be? Except, it's a bit redundant for Aemond.

He leaves the office straight after the meeting is over. On the way to his allocated room, he runs into a servant who informs that dinner is ready. His siblings are waiting for him downstairs at the open veranda.

"Has Halaena arrived already?"

"Yes, Mr Targaryen, with a guest."

A guest. She is here.

Aemond only nods his head and the servant goes further. The feeling as if something heavy stuck in his chest comes instantly. He reaches the bedroom and comes into the bathroom at once turning on cold water. He collects it in his palms and washes his face several times. Aemond feels how his heart rate speeds. Faster and faster. As though it is going to break out of the chest. He raises his head and looks at himself in the big mirror that takes almost all the space on the wall. Licks his lips.

Aemond ties his hair in the low ponytail and takes out round silver cufflinks decorated with black stone. He rolls up the sleeves revealing his muscular forearms with several veins running on it.

With a cold expression on his face, he arrives at the veranda with an already laid table. One seat is untouched and it's directly opposite hers.

"And here's my favorite brother!" Daeron comes up to Aemond and hugs him.

"I'm offended," scoffs Aegon taking a sip from a glass.

"Aemond!" Halaena's cheerful voice can be heard next to him and in a second her petite arms embrace the large body of his.

"How's life?" asks Daeron taking his seat at the oak table. The most beloved Aemond's siblings are Daeron and his little sister. They have never asked about the work straight after they see him.

"Yeah, how's it going?" Halaena sends the most generous smile towards him.

"You're so sweet I'm gonna vomit," Aegon grimaces.

Aemond successfully ignores the elder brother's banters and sits at the table noticing a figure coming up to them.

Her.

"Hey, everyone," she wears a light sundress with thin straps. No bra.

Holly shit.

Aemond feels how his dick is becoming firm slowly. Grips the jaw.

"We're so glad you decided to join us here," Aegon starts cunningly casting glances at pale face of his brother, "it's cool you're staying overnight."

Then, he looks pointedly at Aemond that just gulps and extrudes a greeting. Aegon catches an irritated look of the smallest of brothers — Daeron does his best to make it clear that Aegon has the best face for smacking. What a pity that the only obstacle is the table between them.

***

"When will you tell him?" Halaena rolls on her abdomen on the deck chair. Pleasant breeze plays with her white locks.

"Seriously?" her friend asks exhaling heavily, "actually, I dunno."

"Today," Halaena answers firmly.

"What?! No! I..."

"You can."

"No, you know I can't do that. He is... He is... You know, he's Aemond Targaryen himself!"

"Mhm," Halaena flips the page of the magazine, "he's my brother. Just chill."

She throws a quick look at Aemond who sits with his brothers drinking something.

"Hey, look at me," her friend sits upwards and takes off her panama hat; she ties one part of her long white locks in a hairstyle that's so preferred by her brother.

"So, imagine I'm Aemond," Halaena tries to make the same cold expression on her face, but it seems only he possesses this talent.

"What? No, Hal! It won't work!"

Halaena just tsks and rolls her eyes.

"Oh, dear gods! Say it!"

She starts laughing watching how the little Targaryens' sister tries to pretend she's Aemond.

"Okay, okay, wait. I can't concentrate when you're grimacing like that," she calms down at last and takes a deep breath looking straight into her friend's eyes imagining it's Aemond's one.

"I love you." she whispers out.

"Exactly! Then go and say it to my brother!"

"No, I can't!"

"You little coward!"

Halaena starts chasing the running away friend. Ultimately, the girls stumble and fall on the wet sand bursting out laughing. The perplexed Targaryen brothers just look at them. And Aemond feels that the bulk in his trousers is unendurable.

***

Late in the evening they make a little party with dancing. As always, Aemond sits humbly just sipping a drink from the glass gathering all his strength to invite her for a dance. He plunges deeply into his thoughts that doesn't notice how she comes up and sits next to him.

"Hey," warm smile on the face, "we've already greeted each other today but haven't spoken properly, actually."

"Yes. Hello. How's studying?"

Bad beginning. Very bad beginning, Aemond.

He has turned into such a workaholic and got used to being asked about the business that hasn't even noticed how he has become exactly as those people who surround him at work.

"Studying is good. I chose what I was really interested in so I'm satisfied."

Then, there is awkward silence between them two. Neither of them has an idea how to save this conversation.

"Daeron, hey, hey, quickly, switch on any slow dance," Halaena runs up to her brother shoving him with her elbow, then points to where her friend and Aemond sit.

"I know none," Daeron wants to add something else but Aegon appears unexpectedly near them and interrupts him.

"Calm down, babes. I'm gonna save the situation."

"You'll only spoil it, idiot," Daeron hisses and doesn't let Aegon to take control upon the laptop and the playlist which is on.

"Believe me, I had enough dances with girls to get laid with them after all."

After several minutes of disputes between two brothers, Aegon finally finds a slow dance and plays it on.

Last sunbeams are hiding behind the horizon coloring it into pink and orange. Outdoors lights and festoons, which decorate the veranda, illuminate the open space for dancing. Eventually, Aemond and her can be seen touching each other and slowly moving in rhythm of the song.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't invite me," she smiles shyly at Aemond and her cheeks become pinkish.

"I thought you would refuse," he mirrors her smiling and embraces her tightly with the hand which he keeps on her back.

She closes her eyes smelling his shirt brushing with the tip of her nose.

"No, I wouldn't refuse even to dance one more time," breathes out.

"Only one more?" Aemond leans his head and touches her ear feeling an immediate shudder of her body.

"Two, three, four more," she raises her head desiring to look directly into his eye. Aemond chuckles starting to stroke her back gently. She bites her lower lip feeling the hardness in his trousers. Yes, she wants him too, although, she's very afraid to make the first move. Her thighs clench. She catches her breath and squeezes the fabric of his shirt.

"Do you feel unwell?" Aemond notices these actions and looks at her with the concern.

She just shakes her head. Closing her eyes, she humbly reaches Aemond's face standing on her tiptoes and brushes his thin line of lips with hers. She feels the ragged breathing out and how his large arms embrace her little figure fully.

"Sorry, Aemond, I... I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay," he interrupts her calmly looking into her eyes, "we can kiss if you want."

"Maybe not here." she looks at others briefly.

Aemond takes her hand gently and leads her back into the mansion. They go anxiously along the poor lighted corridor and then turn round the corner.

Aemond catches her waist and pins her to the wall with one swift move covering her mouth with his. He hears only a short groan and then feels how her small arms embrace his shoulders. She sighs into his mouth between small interruptions they make to catch breathes. And then Aemond pulls her face towards him and kisses again.

His tongue asks for the permission to enter her mouth. She throws one leg on his hip and he immediately catches it pressing his groin closer to her center. She opens her mouth allowing him access to her tongue and he instantly slides his into.

It feels suffocating finally kissing the guy she has seen only in her dreams, at times she has been imagining how Aemond will touch her, pin to the wall, press his lips and will stop until he devours all her moans and sighs. Now, it is happening. With her. And Aemond Targaryen is pressing his hard shaft between her legs seeking for friction.

He has been picturing her the same she is currently in front of him: hair is a mess, pink cheeks, ragged breathing, fogged gaze of the eyes, and small palms clenching on his shirt. He wants to take it off. And then to rip this pretty sundress off of her.

Aemond strokes gently her thigh alternating it with rough rubbing against her soft panties. She feels something tugs in her lower abdomen, how pleasant heat flows directly to her center. Her pussy is wet, hot and needy. It responds to the rubbing movements of Aemond.

"Let's go to my room," he says breathing heavily after the long make out session. She just nods silently unable to produce a word.

He leads her to the bedroom. The moment they're in the room, he locks the door and then throws her on the fresh linen of the bed.

Aemond runs the tip of his nose on her neck feeling the shudder of her body. His gentle touch tickles a bit and adrenalizes at the same time. She throws her head back revealing her neck fully for his soft kisses. He wants to try and smell every inch of her. Aemond leaves silky kisses on her skin, licks it, bites it. She breathes rapidly grasping the linen under her. His platinum long hair brushes lightly her petite body, and she quivers because of it. Aemond reaches her collarbone sucking the skin there, and goes down, down, and down...

She bulges out her back and releases a quiet and soft moan. On hearing that, Aemond grips her tighter, and presses her body to his keeping on torturing her with hot kisses.

"Can I take off your dress?" he asks rising on his elbows and looming over her.

"Yes," she breathes out heavily.

Aemond smiles and takes one strip off her dress pulling it off her shoulder, then another. He takes off her dress slowly marveling how her breasts get revealed in front of him. The nipples are shamelessly hard. Finally, she lies almost nude, only in her black panties, in his bed and looks at him with foggy curtain on her eyes.

"You are beautiful," he says smiling and opens her legs leaving a light kiss on her inner thigh. She moans quietly. Aemond close his eye with satisfaction and goes down on her slowly, tasting every inch of the skin. He doesn't leave without any attention another leg — squeezes it tightly and sucks the softness of her body.

Aemond notices that her panties are wet. She is needy. She is waiting for the major part of their interaction. Aemond hooks up the edge of the black fabric with his fingers, and pulls them off of her. Now, she lies completely nude in front of him.

He could only imagine this. But it's not his dreams anymore, she is real, alive, looking at him in anticipation.

Aemond clings to her hot drenched pussy licking it and hears true loud groan. He embraces her hips, pulls her sex right next to his mouth, and starts devouring her exactly how he has been imagining. He circles his tongue on her clit. Her body is a shaking mess, the hands grips the duvet. Aemond moans himself sending pleasant vibrations right into her core that make her to shudder more and more releasing ragged breathes and groans. Her pussy is dripping drenching his face but he doesn't care at all clinging at it closer and closer. More and more. He licks her inner labia, then sucks it gently, kisses them.

"Oh, my God..." she breathes heavily. Her legs shake and she feels hot tugging in the lower abdomen and inside her vagina. Pleasant chill wafts on her face and then all over her whole body. Her insides clench, she closes her eyes, exhales through her nose, grips the duvet.

Aemond continues sucking and licking her inner labia and the area between them where it's very hot and wet. Her clit pulsates demanding his attention and he gives it covering the clitoris with his lips. She moans again. Loud long moaning.

The smell of sex and Aemond's beloved perfume fills the room. The velvet darkness embraces both of them covering from the world outside these walls. At present, they're completely alone being in the hands of each other.

Aemond can't endure longer. He has already been waiting for too long. His cock screams desiring to be buried deep within her walls. He recoils from her pussy and starts hastily to unbutton his shirt revealing lean muscular chest with the line of fine white hair on his lower abdomen that goes further hiding in the boxers.

"Aemond, wait," she suddenly rises on her elbows closing her legs, "I'm not on birth control."

He looks at her for some seconds just blinking and then unbuckles his trousers pulling them off. Aemond is searching all the shelves and drawers for a condom while she's patiently lying on the bed watching him. Her cheeks are red because of the arousal, her heart is pounding like a desperate bird that tries to break out of the cage.

"Finally!" he finds one in the bathroom and comes up to her taking off his boxers revealing the firm girthy dick.

"Are you sure?" he looks at her expectantly. She nods.

"If it hurts, just tell me," he states, and she nods again.

Aemond rips the small package and rolls the sticky condom on his cock positioning himself between her thighs. He takes the base and rubs the tip against her wet entrance. She watches attentively gripping the duvet tightly that her knuckles turns almost white.

Aemond starts trying to get into her, to infiltrate through her fleshy moist entry to reach the insides and pull the walls apart. She moans as she feels her vagina is getting used to his shaft breaking through her. Aemond groans as well closing the eye just for seconds. Eventually, he is inside and he starts thrusting into her slowly watching her reaction.

She half opens her mouth, licks the lips and releases soft moans that have become as honey for Aemond. He kisses her. Demanding and possessing. The movements become faster, two young bodies slap at each other releasing sticky juicy sounds. Aemond breathes heavily looming over her, can't stop, can't control himself. She is so coveted that he buries his dick deeper, grasps her wrists and pins her hands on either side of her head. Thrusting, thrusting and thrusting.

Halaena sits on the deck chair next to her two brothers at times looking at the doorway which Aemond and her friend have disappeared behind.

"Don't even look that way. They won't come back tonight," chuckles Aegon.

Daeron and Halaena turn their heads towards the elder brother who has that Cheshire cat's grin on his face.

"I said you I'm pro in such issues."

[Taglist]

@toodlesxcuddles @bluerskiees @zenka69 @blackswxnn

#aemond #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #prince aemond #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond fic #aemond imagine #aemond one eye #aemond x you #house of the dragon aemond #aegon ii targaryen #halaena targaryen #daeron the daring #daeron targaryen #modern aemond

[thatdeadaquarius]

About language brainrot. Imagine writer creator reader who finally learns how to write in Teyvat's weird symbols and they want to publish their book. They decided to do it anonymously to avoid the "aaaaaah our creator wrote the holy scripture" sort of situation. Except it didn't work. The reader's style is too different from the rest of the world, so even if they tried to simulate the flowery speech it wasn't effective.

Another thing. Reader who decided to read some local books to practice their reading. They asked for something simple and similar to their speech. But the only books merely similar to it are 2000 and more years old. It's funny how the older text is the more you can understand it. On this note. If reader write something i feel like it would be hard to understand for Teyvat's people.

Imagine a reader who is autistic or has any other NDs imparing their communication skills. They practically trained themselves to say sertain phrases in sertain situation. But it doesn't work in Teyvat. And everything just stacks at each other. Difference in speech, being a God (so people react weirdly to you), bad communication skills, not understanding nonverbal cues and so on. There's gonna be a lot of misunderstanding. I imagine how followers would walk on the eggshells not to upset and angry their God and reader who does the same not to say something people will get wrong. Again.

Reader who regained all their memories of creating Teyvat, they're super powerful and stuff. But they still struggle with the modern language. Because all the memories are like millions years old.

✨️NEXYLAZA UR SO FUCKING SMART AND CREATIVE✨️ UR BRAIN>>>>>> EVERYTHING

GIF Akashi (black hair) is all the people who read the Sagau/Isekai Genshin tag and Bokuto (silver) is STILL ME RANTING ABOUT LANGUAGE IN TEYVAT LMAO

They cant escape me, sorry people who just wanted to read SAGAU normal things, im filling up the tag💀

I HAD OTHER ASKS BEFORE THIS ONE AND AS I GOT THRU EM I WAS "OMMGGGG WE'RE GETTIN CLOSER TO NEXY'SSSS ASSSKKKK EEEEEEE"

YOU ARE A GODDAMN GENIUS

DHALALWKDHDHS

ME ABOUT THIS ASK:

(^ lol biblically accurate deadaquarius)

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGINNNN

BRAINROTTING OVER UR ENTIRE ASK!!

♡

Also, its getting kinda old now, so here is the blunt language v. Teyvat's flowery language post for reference! :)

Hhhhhhhhhhh

IF U WRITE STUFF

AND UR IN WORDY TEYVAT LAND

AINT NO WAY,👏

U COULD EVEN, 👏👏

GET CLOSE👏👏👏

TO THESE BITCHES SPEECH👏👏👏👏

◇

Like,, imagine right now if i told you to write me 4 pages of an essay in entirely early 18th century vernacular.

(For reference: when the story Pride & Prejudice takes place)

... like??

Bitch aint no way u can do that and actually show that to a historian or an actual living person from that time period

and them actually say "wow! An excellently worded 18th century essay!"

💀.

◇

So tying into that whole, "the only simple texts are like literal cunnieform clay tablets or sm shit"

Your writing to them just sounds like if a scribe just copied off what one of those tablets said just onto paper HAHA

And like, if u try and dress it up, it just ends up sounding like its from a slightly later time period

Like if ur casual writing sounds like 1 million years ago, u being flowery sounds like 8-7 thousand years ago u cant win LMAO

◇

Omg ur trying to go to that-

wait whats it called,,fuck i dont know Sumeru good enough yet

The.. HOUSE OF DAENA GOT IT

Yeah so ur thinking "Oh what better way to learn a dialect?/vernacular than reading books by them!"

And u basically snatch Alhaitham at the soonest possible chance to take you there

(Bc when i went in, it was just random lore books everywhere so)

Needless to say you have no clue how this place is organized, so u convince him to direct you to books u can easily read first

Like as close to your speech as possible!! U tell him :)

.

..

...lol

It literally takes like 3 hours to get something readable LMAO

Bc when the poor feeble scribe initially brought you smth he thought was pretty old and close to ur speech, like just first thought,

... It sounded like it was from the middle of the 18th century to you lol

So, with a "hmm" and a squint at the dusty book you'd already given up on

Alhaitham slowly went around the library making a stack of books, dropped them off in front of you... not a single sentence.

...then he made a stack of scrolls...

..nope..

...a stack of stone tablets...

.....getting closer?? it was really weird seeing Shakespearean language carved into stone....

...and then, with a conversation to a second library secretary deeper in the library, past a caged area of shelves to protect them...

...he escorts you behind the restricted section towards the back filled with glass display cases.

(Several of which contain the most ancient looking sets of artifacts you've ever seen)

...Finally, u arrive at a long glass case of several clay tablets.

Half of which sound like they're from the 1910s-20s, and the other, even older half, sounding straight out of the 2000s..

..

....

......

...Good god.

(Good..you??)

These crazy speaking bastard-previously-video-game-characters were right.

...

You are suddenly, viscerally hit with the image of Zhongli's idle, "Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember, but where are those who share the memory?" 💀

◇

Alhaitham side eyes you,, (he looks,, very interested, yet also kinda concerned??? HIM, CONCERNED????!!!)

"Ahem, the texts before thy Greatest Lord art the eldest- well, perhaps, more appropriately, the eldest and most intact, pieces of written language known to our humankind."

...

....aYOO MAN 😭😭

...Ur just staring at these half cracked, baked clay tablet thingys, full of slang from like 2003-

Alhaitham coughs.

"Uh, thanks. ...Sorry about all the.. trouble with this..."

BRO HOW OLD DOES HE THINK U ARE NOW-

"This task assigned to mine own person was of no trouble to my mind or spirit, Greatest Lord, fret not about it any longer."

And with a sort of shell-shocked atmosphere surrounding both of you, Alhaitham walks off to check out some other restricted books, hovering nearby yet also trying to give u space LOL

Top 10 cursed images: Seeing "Chillax, bro, dude, and weeb" carved into ancient clay tablets that look like they would be part of the Egyptian exhibit back in ur world 💀

◇

You eventually just kind of end up writing a couple pages after studying the writings, going younger and younger (nothing has ever made u feel more powerful...yet also more old..)

You stretch, just as Alhaitham finally has made his own little stack of creaky old books

He seems very curious to read what u wrote, peaking a glance over the top of his book every so often (lol nerd, cute nerd... but NERDDD)

You just offer the academic lunatic what he wants 🙄

"Haha, wanna take a look? Some drafts are... closer than others..."

The scribe immediately puts his book down, not even saving his page,

"I would be honored, Greatest Lord."

Is he excited?? 💀 omfg

U very slowly hand ur most recent practice pages over, he curls his hand under his chin "hmm" ing

...Alhaitham shakes his head

"My..deepest apologizes My Creator, but this still seems, at the earliest, from when papyrus was invented, and not yet even into scrolls..."

OK BUT ALHAITHAM WOULD GENUINELY GIVE NO FUCKS ABT CRITIQING YOU, HE MAY BE MORE POLITE ABT IT BUT EVEN IF U DID MAKE THE WORLD HES GOING FOR IT

KAVEH HAS A HEART ATTACK BC HIS ROOMMATE GOT ONTO GOD LMAO

U let ur head plop on ur pile of papers, srry babe youll never be as fancy as Mr. Darcy 😕

And as ur resting there, contemplating just walking out and finding smth to eat instead- same

Alhaitham picks up another draft.

Except it's your first attempt.

As in, you didn't even try, first attempt.

You just made some bullet point notes or some Bs, in ur regular. modern. language.

Alhaitham knocks his chair over standing up so fast-

(HE GETS SHUSHED BY THE RESTRICTED LIBRARIAN LOL, also another person unafraid to scold God lol)

...he says its a perfect example of the oldest records they've found of writing on the continent, most of which they haven't even translated yet

He asks u to teach him how to read this/speak like this lol

♧

(^^^not my best work but hope yall got smth outta it💀)

I WAS LITERALLY GONNA MAKE A WHOLE POST ON THE NEURODIVERGENT EXPERIENCE OF BEING A GOD IN TEYVAT

ESPECIALLY OF THE LANGUAGE BARRIER VARIETY!!!

THERES JUST

ACK

aCK HDHAKD

SO MUCH

TO SAY

!!!

AHHHHH

OK BUT LIKE

IF WE ACTUALLY TOOK THIS TO THE EXTREME IM IMPLYING IT WOULD BE

LIKE TEYVAT SPEAKS SEVERAL DECADES BEHIND U- MAYBE EVEN ACTUALLY

CLOSE TO PRIDE AND PREJUDICE TIMES SPEECH

THEY WOULD LITERALLY BARELY COMPHREHEND YOU

IMAGINE TRYING TO TALK TO MR. DARCY 😭

THATS LITERALLY ALL OF TEYVAT

JUST

???¿¿?????!!! <- THEM ALL THE TIME

ESP IF UR NEURODIVERGENT

I THINK IT WOULD BE EVEN MORE PROOF FOR THEM TO THINK UR GOD

BC UR BEHAVIOR WOULD BE "OFF" TO THEIR NEUROTYPICAL ASSES,

YOUR FACIAL EXPRESSIONS,

LIKE UR MASKING MAYBE BUT

U CANT KEEP THAT SHIT UP ALL THE TIME-

ESP IN CRAZY ISEKAI CIRCUMSTANCES

AND LIKE-

(ok ill tone it down before i also get shushed)

U used to be a player!!

Which would maybe mean u got rlly comfy playing Genshin all the time!

...like i know im kinda stimming when im gaming (and my natural stim is rocking so yeah no way they wouldnt notice that 💀)

So, since u may be still yknow unconsciously wanting to be comfy (esp around ur mains/team/favs)

U probably have stimmed a little around them, which, not that neurotypicals dont stim, but like

They would notice after awhile

And esp people like Alhaitham, Zhongli, Ningguang, Xiao, Ei, Aether/Lumine, Kaeya, Diluc, Kazuha, Heizou, Shenhe, Kokomi, Sara, Albedo, Dainsleif- !! GASP- !! <- my bbygirl omg i forgot abt u before now im so sorry </3

(once again i have not checked a character list, forgive my sins my readers)

^^^ Are like pretty focused on you/observant, so they'd eventually pick up on it first probably

..

...

....which allsssooo means they're like, collecting all ur neurodivergent thingys lol to compile as EVIDENCE AGAINST YOU AS TO WHY THEY KNOW UR THE CREATOR LMAO

◇

Honestly the biggest factor against u is definitely social interaction,, srry love :/

(if it helps, its bc i know itd be my downfall too thats why thats there ^ 😔)

Mostly bc i have this idea/theory? obervation? that when I especially met Adepti for the first time

Esp ones that werent as close to human society for as long as some others (like think Xiao vs. Ganyu)

And for literally every other non-human people we've met so far in Genshin-

They kinda- they kinda, radiate neurodivergent energy??

Like, they're not adherring to social norms, and not in like a bad way,

But its still rlly obvious (i mean also its probably exaggerated for us as an audience) that theyre not human pretty quickly

coughzhonglicough

COUGHVENTICOUGH-

oh geez wow excuse me, cold weather must be gettin to me- ahem hem-

Anyway, like what Nexy said in the ask,

...

...Yall are all just tiptoing around each other 😭😭

Bc these ppl arent from Earth countries,

All their behavior is weird to you 😭

U dont know how to mask with them yet 😭😭

THE UNBELIEVABLE AMOUNT OF MISCOMMUNICATION THAT HAPPENS ALREADY WHEN UR NEUROSPICY VS. NEUROBLAND PPL

IS LIKE, ALMOST WORSE??

Bc they cant even understand ur phrasing bc its so simple 😭😭😭

◇

Tldr: "Being Neurodivergent means ur a god, confirmed." - says all of Teyvat's denizens

◇

NEXYLAZA.

MY BELOVED.

I AM IN LOVE WITH UR BRAIN.

IF I COULD GIVE IT A HUG I WOULD🫂✨️👏👏👏👏

BC I WAS ALREADY LIKE IN THE BACK OF MY MIND LIKE-

*rubs my little rat gremlin hands together*

"hmHmHMMMM BuT wHaT iF mAYbE yOU reMeMbeREd cReATinG TeyVAT, hmHMHMMMMM"

AND FOR VERBALIZING IT WITHIN BLUNT LANGUAGE AU- !!!!!!!

(one of my favs, if u cant tell)

I would (platonically) kiss you right now dude.

Instead I give this:

♡ ily

And also, I AM GOING TO MAKE A WHOLE POST ABOUT THIS-

MAYBE EVEN A FANFIC, OR ONE SHOT AHDHAKFHSKLAAL-

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY BELOVED PARTNER IN CRIME <333

PSPSPSPSsppspspspssss Last Time! CLOSES TOMORROW @1pm CST: VOTE on my 100+ followers celebration POLL :)

Tell me what u wanna see me write about! PSPSPSPSpspspspssss

(U can vote even if ur new! :] )

THANK YOU FOR SUBMITTING THIS ASK

THIS IS A TREASURE OF MINE NOW

GONNA HIDE IT IN MY LITTLE CAVE OF SCREENSHOTTED SAGAU POSTS <333 hehehehehehehehehehe

THIS IS LIKE PT2 TO MY ORIGINAL LANGUAGE POST AHHHHH

NEXY BIG BRAIN ILYSM <3

Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza lol ur own ask im a menace sorry

#NEXYLAZA NEXT LEVEL #ALWAYS SO EXCITED WHEN I SEE AN ASK OR A REBLOG FROM U #EEEEEEEEEEEEE #BLUNT LANGUAGE VS TEYVATTTT #GOD READER REMEMBERS BEING CREAATTOOORR #IM LOSING IT #ask box open #genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #genshin imagines #my asks #gender neutral reader #genshin sagau ideas #please send asks #genshin isekai #genshin god reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin imagines reverse harem #i mean what #genshin lore #i feel like i was vibrating typing all of my response #my favorite russian <3 #perhaps even above childe #LMAO #al haitam x reader #genshin impact imagines #neurodivergent reader #neurodivergent imagines #genshin disability imagines

[marthawrites]

A Game of Chase

Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 5.7k+

Can be read as a stand alone, but reads best as pt 2 to Pretty Girl

About: You and your best friend go out to a local event. While there, Aemond, surprisingly, makes an appearance. With quick wit you pretend like it's your first time meeting. Equally quick and curious, he plays along. A game of chase ends up with some unexpected aftershocks.

Includes: About half plot and porn. Explicit sexual content! Rough!Aemond with themes of jealousy, possessiveness, and obsession. Sexual/tension, fingering, blowjob, p in v, and a sweet ending.

Note: Hello lovely reader! I had to return to this AU - just had to! One day I will learn to not be a wordy bitch but today is not that day. Reader is nondescript and implied to be 21+ due to alcohol consumption. As always, it is my highest hope that you enjoy this story! ♥

-

The city below sparked with life in every corner and lane. You leaned on the balcony's railing and looked over the last remains of sunset: spilled watercolors across a slowly dimming sky. As the last rays of sun disappeared, spring's chill swirled through the air making you wish you wore a jacket over your black evening dress. 

"Christ. If we're out here any longer my nipples are gonna jab through this dress," your best friend, Rebecca, said with a noticeable shiver. "Shit, girl! Let's go inside." She hooked an arm through yours and turned to guide you both inside where it was much warmer. She looked gorgeous tonight in a mauve dress, silver heels, and silver jewelry. It all accented the lovely hue of her hair and skin; strands of hair loose to frame her classic face. Her seemingly effortless femininity always had you jealous. She was much more "girly girl" than you, and you relied on her often.

"No leather jackets and no jeans! And oh my God none of your combat boots! This is a formal event. Not one of your creepy bonfire circles with gas station beer." Rebecca had told you earlier with a dramatic roll of her eyes, humor clear on her face. "Who knows. Maybe you'll find someone to put your last hook up to shame," she winked.

There was no way you weren't going to tell her about Aemond. Except, much to her dismay, you didn't tell her tell her; just the bare bones of it. You met a guy through work, hit it off, and ended up getting laid after he took you out. 

She wanted the deets. You were keeping your mouth shut. She hated you. 

You didn't even mention his name! With it being unique you knew she'd do some serious digging – and you already did. Local cryptids had a bigger digital footprint than him. Considering the day and age, maybe it should have been a red flag… Bec wouldn't let you live that down.

"Will you shut up about that?" You laughed. "Okay okay. I'll skip my favorite jacket and boots too. Only, and only, because I just got a fresh pedi. You can take my lipstick and eyeliner out of my cold dead hands though," you threatened.

"Those are your trademarks and we both know it. Besides, you look hot with it. Black dress and… black heels too. Your strappy ones!" You let her pick your outfit. When it was time to leave you looked good.

Bec was the only person who could play with you like a human barbie. You two went through high school together – and all the awkwardness that brought – and even college. You'd been through thick and thin and you loved her more than anyone else. You two even used each other to learn how to kiss. A truly fun and silly experience in hindsight.

This event happened twice a year. Music was huge in the area. More specifically, classic music. The university had one of the best programs in the country and was widely respected for it. At a young age your love for the violin blossomed into something truly spectacular. While it fell to the back burner during college, it remained a cherished hobby. Bec's skill was her voice. It earned her lead soprano. She was ethereal. Listening to her in the choir – whether part of the group, doing a solo, or singing with any of the other leads – was something to behold.

"I'm so glad you were able to come out tonight. It just wouldn't be the same without you," you told her as you both walked away from the bar with drinks in hand.

"Trust. I wouldn't miss it. Hubs can handle things for one night," she laughed even as her eyes rolled in feigned annoyance. She smirked and sipped her beverage.

Everyone seemed to be dressed in their finest. Dresses, suits, and glittering jewelry sparkled beneath the ornate lighting. Various perfumes and colognes hung in the air to create an atmosphere of intimacy. Some of the attendees looked young enough to have just graduated high school while others were grayed and wrinkled with time. The common thread of everyone was their love for music. It was truly a treat.

"I'm constantly shocked at how young the freshmen look every year. Look at them. Babies!" You exclaimed, tilting your head in the direction of a small group of friends who probably couldn't even buy alcohol yet. It prompted you to your drink; an accidental gulp instead of a sip.

In the theme of the event, music played over the speakers which seemed to bring everyone closer.

You two made your way to a bar table by the facade window. The soft lighting and twinkling accents brought out a pink in both of your cheeks that only fine liquor could coax.

"I wish you'd tell me more about your mystery man! Honestly I'm starting to think it was that cute coworker of yours who I like to make eyes at. He's a blusher! You know you could tell me if it was him, right?" She teased you easily.

You gasped. "Oh, wow! You truly have so little faith in me? I wouldn't hook up with your boyfriend," you laughed, unable to keep your mock shock up for long. "You know, it's starting to be more fun holding this over your head than actually giving you all the dirty details." You chased the thin straw of your drink, flashing her a tauntingly playful expression.

She'd just opened her mouth to retort when something else caught her attention. "Oh my God no way," she slammed her free hand atop the table in surprise. "I didn't think he'd come! Here I thought he was way too cool and too busy to make an appearance."

You snorted a laugh as Bec started waving an arm to beckon him over. "Another boyfriend? Sheesh." You teased. She was happily married and you only liked to flick her shit.

"Hey! Yeah, you! I'm so glad you came. Come over here and meet my girl. Y/N, this is Aemond. Aemond, this is Y/N."

Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

Bec kept talking, explaining how she knew both of you. You, her best friend since high school. Him, a piano enthusiast who'd taken the university's classes multiple times purely for pleasure. Her voice droned. You heard none of it. Not with Aemond standing there, hand in one of his pockets, drink in the other, looking like that.

Was it even legal for a man to look so fucking good? He looked absolutely stunning. The three-piece suit he donned had to be specially tailored for him because there was no way a regular suit could fit him like that. Black, charcoal, and deep green; it made his naturally silver-white hair and fair skin all the more stark. The subtle pinstripes of his pants and coat elongated his already tall frame, and the tip of his pointed shoes were in a single direction: you.

With Bec introducing, you had fleeting seconds to decide how you'd react to this. "Aemond," you said his name like it was the first time you'd tested it on your tongue. "Nice to meet you.” You sipped to hide smirking lips. Quiet mischief danced behind your eyes. ‘Play with me,’ they said. ‘You feeling it?’ they taunted.

“Hmm,” Aemond hummed while looking over you like he might have recognized you from somewhere. “I thought perhaps we had a class together. But, I don’t think so. Those aren’t pianist hands,” he said, tiny dimples betraying his restrained smirk.

“Ha!” Bec all but snorted. “No. No no no. She does not. She’s a ranger of our lovely national park and she plays the fiddle for Bigfoot.”

Aemond blinked, taken back.

“What the hell, Bec!” You blushed, embarrassment waving up in you like a tide. “You can’t just go telling people that all willy-nilly!” Despite the embarrassment, you laughed, as did Rebecca, and some of the palpable tension between you and Aemond melted. Perhaps she’d done you two tricksters more of a favor than you realized.

“This is Bigfoot country, is it not? I’m into cryptids,” Aemond replied smoothly. “Wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it tonight. But, now I’m glad I did,” he added in that same tone, taking an extra moment to glance over you appreciatively. “Becca’s hard to miss, but it was you who called me over here from across the floor.”

You arched a brow at his forwardness. “Wow. Uhm… I didn’t notice you at all,” you quipped cheekily before taking the last swill of your beverage.

Bec rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, Aemond. You’re gonna have to try harder than that. My girl here isn’t quite so easy.”

A genuine smile flashed across his features to brighten his eye. “Right. I’ll have to try harder for that one,” he said amusingly.

“Well. I feel a second one calling my name. Catch you later, Becs,” you said before turning, doing your absolute best (and somehow succeeding) to not flick another glance to the Targaryen tech giant who stood tall and wonderfully imposing next to your best friend. Would he still smell like clean laundry as he did the last time you two were together? Or would he perhaps carry the faintest aromas of shared perfumes, cigarette smoke, and cool night spring air? You dared not glance over your shoulder. You couldn’t be certain, but you swore his gaze trailed after you until you disappeared into the crowd.

An hour passed and you didn’t see either of them. The crowd was growing looser; people mingled like old friends. Karaoke replaced the overhead music and with it brought a fresh batch of excitement and silliness. The entire vibe of the place slowly shifted and you found yourself happily chatting with strangers like they were long lost college, or even high school, friends. 

It was during that occasion you finally caught sight of him again. You were buzzed – happy – talking to a dark haired man with a dazzling smile. Each time he did his entire face lit up and sent the corners of his eyes crinkling. He was playing the charm game very well. If you didn’t already have secret plans to leave with Aemond, he very well might have talked you out of your pretty black dress. Aemond didn’t know that, of course, and when you could still see him at the edge of your peripheral you knew the little game just went up a notch.

Another hour passed in the blink of an eye. Bec had to leave – turns out her hubs couldn’t handle everything on his own for a night. The dark-haired man, while attractive and sweet, wasn’t what you had in mind. Once you finally managed to slide away from him you sat at the bar. You’d been standing most of the night and your feet were starting to ache in the heels you rarely wore. The bartender handed you your final drink for the night. You sat alone. Relaxed. Content to people watch as the event resembled more of a high-end bar at this hour.

Again, from the corner of your eye, you saw Aemond linger just there. Just at the edge of your vision. Playing. Teasing – a silent stalk. However, you pretended like you didn’t. You slowly traced the rim of your glass, attention elsewhere. With one leg crossed over the other you leisurely bounced your foot at the ankle, the heel of your shoe tapping against the heel of your foot. Quiet. Confident. Even if Aemond hadn't already known you he would have been drawn to you. It was the tiny knowing smirk at the outermost edge of your mouth that really called to him. ‘I see you,’ it said. ‘What are you going to do?’ it purred.

“Is this seat taken?” Aemond’s smooth voice came from beside you.

With a shake of your head you answered, “it wasn’t. But I think it is now.” Your pretty eyes lingered over him and you just now noticed the three headed dragon tassel he wore on his collar. The buttons of his cuffs were the same three headed dragon. Half of his hair was pulled back and secured into a bun at the back of his head, and you wanted nothing more than to loosen it and let the strands fall over your hand. 

“Good,” he all but purred, leaning in a little closer than was truly necessary. “Hm… I don’t know what it is about you, pretty girl, but there’s something about you that keeps pulling me in.”

“Bold of you to say to someone you’ve just met,” you replied through a laugh, giving him a sly side glance from beneath your lashes.

“Perhaps,” he said quickly, leaning on the bar as he stood between you and the empty stool at your side. “But, I think you’ve been eyeing me all night too. Unable to truly lose track of me in this crowd,” his voice was a low rumble and it sent a shudder of excitement all up and down your spine.

“What makes you think that? This is the first time I’ve seen you since Bec introduced us. Honestly, I thought you left.”

He chuffed amusedly. “Sure, okay,” he started. “Is that why you can’t quite look me in the eyes? Or why you let that man paw all over you once you knew I was there? Or… why you only came here once it was empty and I was there?” He tilted his head slightly, just slight, as he spoke; smug condescendence angled his jaw.

It took everything you had to steady the excitement in your voice. “You’re very observant, Aemond,” his name dripped like honey from your tongue. “What do you plan to do with all those observations, hm?”

“Lots,” he answered lowly, triumphantly. “Let’s get out of here.”

Giddiness bubbled up from your core. Before you could stop yourself, you answered, “no. I don’t think so.” The change of his expression filled you with victory. This was your game and you were still playing by your own rules even if that meant making them up as you went. “Here is my offer, Mr. Targaryen. I’m leaving. You will give me your number and if I’m feeling up to it, I’ll text you my address.” The pupil of his good eye expanded; black swallowing violet. You wanted to cheer. He wasn’t expecting this, you thought. “Take it or leave it. If you leave it… I have another number to fall back on.”

“Give me your phone,” he said, posture and jaw tight. You did. He tapped his thumbs a few times on the screen before handing it back. 

As soon as you had your phone back you stood. “That’s what I thought,” you told him softly, smugly, not giving him a chance to reply before walking towards the exit.

Game over. You won.

Truthfully you would have left with him immediately, but your house was a mess and you weren't going to invite him over to this. It took perhaps twenty minutes to give the entry way, living room, and kitchen a quick clean sweep. From there, it took maybe half the time to shove everything out of place in your bedroom in your closet. You’d properly tidy later. But now? No. The only thing on your mind was the look on Aemond’s face when you laid out your terms for the night.

You texted him your address and nothing else. Now, it was your turn to wait.

Barely ten minutes passed before a knock sounded at your door. Peeking out from behind a curtain you saw it was Aemond. A secret smile plastered on your face and you wondered what he’d been doing for the last half hour. It took at least fifteen minutes to get to the event hall, so he must have already been out driving in the general direction. Either that, or, he broke every traffic rule to get to you in record time. You opened the door only to be shoved back inside, door slamming closed behind both of you. A sound between a gasp and strangled moan broke from you beneath his kiss as his hands were all all over you at once; sliding, groping, pressing.

“Did you have fun with your little game?” He asked hot against your mouth. You were trapped between the back of your couch and his looming form. The furniture was the first thing to get in the way of your eager bodies.

Your breath shuddered, chest rising and falling above the black neckline of your dress. “Aemond,” you managed to whisper hoarsely. Nothing else formed on your tongue before it was against Aemond’s for a second time.

“I could have had that entire fucking hall dismissed in an instant. You know that, right?” You didn’t ask how or why because you didn’t fucking care. Not now. Not with his mouth on yours, and his hands squeezing your hips and waist, his thigh between your legs. “And then you force me to stalk you around the crowd. Watch you flirt so easily with other men. Watch weaker men stare after you like sniveling piglets.” His teeth sunk into your neck until you yelped, body squirming against his.

“Oh my god,” you whimpered, head buzzing with a hundred different things all at once. Heat flooded your core. Thrill webbed throughout all your senses until you were keenly aware of even the tips of your fingers, toes, and ears. He bit again, softer this time, making his way down the length of your neck to your collarbone. “I didn’t think you’d play along for as long as you did,” you simpered, hands rubbing up the sides of his smooth face until your fingers were tangled in his silken hair.

Both his hands pressed up your ribs until the weight of your breasts sat upon them. You couldn’t see from your angle, but he was biting and sucking little hickeys all down your skin. “Do you think that dark-haired man would have tried as hard as he did… pathetic, really… if you were already marked by my teeth, hm?” As if to make his point even clearer, he drew in a mouthful of your soft cleavage and worked it until you yelped, forcefully pulling his head back with a wet pop. A dark bruise was already forming; the deepest one yet.

“What the hell? You’re fucking crazy,” you moaned, breathlessly looking down at him, arousal turning your blood to fire. “Is that what this is about? Me flirting with that guy?” Your face bloomed with heat.

“If I knew you were going to be there you’d have been on my arm the whole night. Fun as it was, pretty girl, I wanted to gouge the eyes out of every man who looked at you for too long.” He was hard inside his pants, painfully trapped inside the confines of the fine material.

Aemond didn’t strike you as the possessive type. It shocked you. Even scared you a little. “Holy shit, Aem,” you said, trying to catch your breath from the assault of his hands, mouth, and intentions. “I just thought we were having fun. With you only being here for a visit I didn’t think it was anything serious, ya know? Fuck.” Your hands fell from his hair to instead push yours back.

“At first I thought so too,” he replied, voice and body language softer now. “I was immediately drawn to you. As soon as you opened the door at your ranger cabin in your dorky uniform...,” he kissed you again, gentle and easy. He felt you melt into and against him. “Distance doesn’t matter to me. In another time my family would be kings,” he smirked, holding your face between his hands to read it.

“If you are a king or a prince –” you teased, playfully mocking the old timey titles, “ – then let me be your queen or your princess.” Your hands trailed down the sides of his biceps, across the front of his chest, down the plane of his abdomen. His intensity could surely frighten other women away, but you found yourself drawn to it. A fire burned beneath his skin and you wanted nothing more than to feel its heat against your own.

Aemond read you well, eyes squinting down at you as you traced and caressed over his clothed form. Something in his gaze shifted, then. A game of his own, you recognized.

His turn.

“Would he have been able to excite you like this?” Your dress had bunched up high around your thighs and he took full advantage of it. With his question he trailed the tips of his fingers over the front of your clothed cunt. Your warmth tingled his fingertips. “Could he have gotten this pussy so wet?” He asked, slipping his touch beneath the front of your panties to your bare folds. “Hm?” He inquired, the pads of two easily sliding up your slit and to your clit where he rubbed small, firm circles. You were soaked.

You jolted, legs tightening. “Aem…,” you warbled, back arching. Your body was desperate for him. One of your hands lowered to the wrist he was using to tease you, eyes looking up at him in a silent plea. “No,” you answered. “He couldn’t.” You squeezed your hand around his wrist, then, urging his fingers to slide into you.

A satisfied growl rumbled in his throat at the combination of your admission and grip. “I didn’t think so…,” he cooed, following your touch as he pushed a long slender finger into your body. “I missed this pussy,” he admitted, bending his head to catch your pleased sigh in a kiss. He swirled and pressed along your walls, reveling in the way you felt around him and the muffled sounds you made.

By now your alcohol buzz was gone and you were entirely drunk on Aemond. He spun you in a whirlwind and you were at his mercy. It was when he pushed a second finger into you that you broke the kiss, unable to hold back the moan he pulled from you. “They feel so good…,” Aemond-drunk and pleasure-drunk; the night was just beginning.

“There,” he said as your eyes fluttered and struggled to stay even half open. “Cum on these fingers so we can take this pretty dress off.” He pumped both in and out of you with added fervor, now, relishing just how fucking wet you were. There was no denying or hiding the sloppy little sounds that came from between your thighs. Those, mixed with your continued pleasured whimpers, made for a delicious melody that made Aemond’s cock throb.

“O-oh..! Right there, just like that! Please…,” you whispered as if in prayer. Your hand squeezed tighter around his wrist as he fucked his fingers into you at that same wonderful angle and pace. Even without your pleas he could tell you were close. Your cunt squeezed around him a little tighter, hips squirming, grinding down on his hand for added pressure. You dipped your head into his chest, hips rolling with his pace, and it was when he squeezed a third inside you that you absolutely lost it. Orgasm washed over you in lovely waves of bliss. You trembled; walls clamped around him rhythmically. You panted. Blissed out and ready for another.

As soon as you came down from your natural high Aemond helped you out of your clothes. Dress, bra, panties. They were all tossed aside somewhere in your living room.

Then, it was your turn to help him out of his own clothing. “Fuck, you have beautiful tits,” he said as he stood in front of you in only his briefs. He bent down to lick and kiss over them appreciatively, holding the soft mounds in his hands. 

You giggled at the tickling sensation it gave your sensitive skin. “My room is down this way,” you said with a tilt of your head, taking his hand and leading him through the kitchen, down a short hallway, and into your room. It was only illuminated by an essential oil diffuser which glowed with a soft pink. It steadily misted with a heady mix of oils. 

Once there it was your turn to have your hands all over him. You trailed along every bit of him that you could. From his shoulders, to his arms, across the patch of hair along the center of his chest, and down his lean abdomen, until your fingers hooked beneath the hem of his briefs. You pushed him further into your room until the backs of his legs hit the outside of your bed. 

Sitting on the edge he pulled you to him by your waist, coaxing you to stand between his parted legs. He unabashedly bit into the meat of your hip. One of his hands reached behind you to squeeze your asscheek, giving it a firm smack. 

You jumped at the combination, goosebumps racing to the top of your skin. "My turn to make you feel good…," you grinned, tugging the bun at the back of his head so he was forced to look up at you. "How dare you look so fucking good in a suit. It's really not even fair. Pinstripes, really? And your three headed dragons? It should be me who is green with jealousy over all the women who were checking you out."

Whether you were merely teasing or being wholly serious, Aemond didn't care. You had taken control of the flow once again. He let you have it, let you hold onto the reins if only for a moment. He loved seeing you like this. The faintest hint of pink shone in his cheeks at your compliment.

Releasing his hair you sunk down to your knees. You kissed the flat of his abdomen, beneath his navel, nipping the skin there as your hands pulled the front of his briefs down. He groaned in relief when his cock finally sprang free. Too long had it been solid and trapped; the generous size of him aching to be released for longer than he cared to admit. "So big…," you praised, idly stroking him as you looked up at him.

Seeing you so eager on your knees snapped something in him, and any chance of playing nice broke as soon as your warm tongue swiped along the underside of his shaft. "That's right," he muttered through a pleased groan. "It's like you forgot how fucking good this cock made you feel. Making me play along with your silly game," he tutted, seizing a handful of your hair in his fist. "Parading around like you weren't already mine…," his voice dark, dangerous. "You need to be reminded, pretty girl. Of whose you are, and of how good only my cock can make you feel."

Your belly flipped at the change of his demeanor. The way his eye pulled you into the void of its blackness. You looked up at him like the little doe you were. With his help, and in a single shared motion, you raked his undergarment down his legs to throw it aside. His hand was still knotted in your hair and, using that, he pulled your mouth to his cock until he hit your gag reflex.

Instantly you choked. He fucking groaned as your throat constricted around him. Saliva pooled in your mouth. Your hands gripped over his thighs, fingernails digging into the lean muscle there. He lifted your head up only to do it once more; slower, more deliberate, savoring the sensation of your mouth around him for the first time. And a third time, too. After a moment both his hands lifted your head off him, smiling softly. It wasn't what you expected. It was the gentlest he'd been since arriving. "Too much? Or are you okay?"

It was the sincerity in which he spoke that made you want to slap him, kiss him, and jump on him. All at once. Instead of any of those, you laughed. You wiped away some smeared mascara from under your eyes and nodded, unable to stop laughing. "Surprising, yeah. But, I'm okay. Thanks for checking."

He smirked. That asshole. "Good," he replied, leaning back on one hand while spreading his legs wider apart. "You don't have to be easy with me."

You didn't have anything to say, simply scooted closer into him and looked up at him with those big doe eyes smeared with the night's makeup. You took him in your mouth once again – on your own terms this time. His hand rested lightly at the back of your head in an attempt to keep your hair from falling in your face. You sucked more of him in, then pulled back, plunging forward once again to swallow yet even more of his length.

A truly delectable groan rumbled out from Aemond's throat. He couldn't help it. Your mouth felt so fucking good. He looked down at you, glaring, while a pleasured grin spread across his face; the black of his eye making it all the more lecherous. "Fuck. 'M not gonna last long if you keep doing that."

"Good," you shot back in the same manner of his. "You deserve to cum for playing my silly little game." You didn't go easy on him. Lewd glugs and hot pants filled your room; his hisses and gasps accented the depravity. Saliva drooled helplessly from your mouth and made it all the more sloppy. When your hand moved to cup and massage along his balls you were surprised to feel those already coated in your saliva.

"I'm close… gonna be good and swallow me whole?" He moaned, length somehow getting even fucking harder if that was even possible.

You weren't stopping to say anything back. Your other hand gripped onto whatever wasn't in your mouth and stroked along him firmly, still rolling his sack in your other. He took that as a yes.

The would-be Targaryen prince erupted down your throat with a string of muttered curses and praises. His lean body flexed and shuddered, toes twitching and curling as he rode the waves of climax. His hand had never clenched your hair again, yet it fell heavily like it was tired from holding a fist. "Christ, woman," he breathed, glowing. 

You stood and wiped the back of your hand across your mouth. "Yeah," you replied dreamily as you plopped onto your back atop the bed; grinning like the sloppy blowjob gave you as much pleasure as it did him. Or, perhaps it was merely pride.

Both of you stayed like that for a minute – catching your breath. He rolled over. Those slim hips fit easily between your thighs as his hands planted heavily beside your head. A sly grin graced his chiseled features.

"You're already hard again?"

"Can't help it, pretty girl. You're too sexy," he answered, lining himself up with your eager opening. He wasted little time in pushing into you, hissing at the sensation. "God you're so fucking wet from sucking me off."

The stretch of your body around his girth stole your breath. He stilled to let your walls accommodate his size. "You're right. How could I have forgotten how good this cock makes me feel?" You whined up at him, spine arching beneath him tantalizingly. You were more than slick enough for his intrusion, and now you were full. Absolutely full of him. Slowly, he pulled out. Easily, he pushed back in. Your breath turned ragged and quick, lovely pressure building in your core until it moaned out of your red-smeared lips. "Shit, yes," you whimpered, nails digging into his back.

Leaning up, Aemond grabbed both of your ankles in a single hand and threw them over a shoulder. The new angle sent him railing toward your belly button. His cockhead dragged against that deep, deliciously sensitive spot, over and over, your pussy hot and perfect for his ravaging. "Taking me sooo well…," he praised between slapping skin and your cries of bliss. The palm of his free hand pushed down and splayed wide over your low belly; claiming and intensifying your pleasure.

The added pressure sent fire blazing through your senses. Orgasm consumed you quickly and harshly, and you squeezed the sheets in tight fists as he fucked you through it. The edge of your vision blurred with ecstasy.

"Fuck, yes," Aemond panted, sweat glistening on his brow. "Feel so fuckin' good squeezing me like that." His length harded like iron yet again, balls tightening in preparation for a second release. His pace grew sloppier as he chased his high.

"Fill me up, Aem," you cooed up at him, nodding fervently. "Do it, fill me up." Your voice broke off into syllables and mutters, eyes desperate.

Hearing that was all he needed. He twitched inside you, spilling ropes of his seed deep and shallow alike inside your greedy cunt. Finally, with his firm chest heaving, he let go of your ankles and eased out of you. He flopped onto his back beside you, grinning like a fool. "Alright, babe, you're on water and cleaning duty this time."

You giggled. Actually giggled. "In a minute." You laid on your side and cuddled against him, laying your head on his chest – his heart thumping powerfully below your cheek. A contented silence settled over both of you. He stroked your hair, and you his torso. Once his pulse calmed you leaned up and smiled at him. "That was seriously amazing, the fuck?" you said with a satisfied blush. On your dresser was a pile of clean washcloths you forgot to put away. You used one on yourself and tossed another to Aemond. "Be right back." You put on a new t-shirt and underwear before leaving.

When you came back with water and snacks, Aemond was already browsing through your Netflix. "It's all murder docs and shitty reality tv," he teased.

"Oh shut up," you retorted, rolling your eyes. "Here I brought you snacks and you're talking shit."

"Thanks," he said appreciatively. When you laid by him it was his turn to cuddle into you. 

Eventually you decided on a horror movie neither of you had seen but agreed looked either really good or hilariously bad.

He stayed the night, and there may or may not have been a third round before sleep finally settled over your pleasantly exhausted bodies.

-

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, please consider a follow and reblog as I have plans to create and share more writings ♥

here is my masterlist

taglist: @melsunshine  @iiamthehybrid  @arcielee  @nina2697 @darylandbethfanforever9 @sahvlren @targaryenbrainrot @bellaisasleep @watercolorskyy @ruby-dragon @aemonds-fire @meggiemay82 @doublesparrows @silverwinged @nikstrange @tssf-imagines

To be added or removed, please let me know!

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #modern aemond #aemond x reader #aemond smut #modern aemond smut #aemond fic #fic

[bunnycoffeeumcat]

post of the fics I read (wangxian) because they're getting v hard to manage, and also for recs if anyone wants them

also like this is gonna be ongoing forever, cause its mainly for *points to self*

Guys dont be like me, and read tags.

*slowly updating*

ALL COMPLETE UNLESS I SPECIFY OTHERWISE

the GOOD ones

impossibility brought to life series A little harmless role-play for stress relief leads to an impossible fantasy becoming reality and a dream come true that Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian could never have anticipated. 163k

.

(dreaming of) being human “Pets are not allowed in the Cloud Recesses.” Lan Wangji stares at the animal in his older brother’s arms. It is his understanding that they went to rescue a group of children, not hunting for...whatever this creature is. Lan Xichen chuckles, strokes the creature’s fur. “He is not a pet, Wangji. He is a person. A Huli Jing.” Lan Xichen moves to take his leave, the door to the jingshi already open when Lan Wangji asks, “What should I call him?” His brother turns back, a few snow flurries catching in his hair and instantly melting. “His name is Wei Ying.” 109k

.

A Matter of Time After Wei Wuxian's death, Lan Wangji went insane, doing everything in his power to get back his most precious person. Willing to sacrifice every single person in the cultivation world to reclaim his love. 41k

.

love, in fire and blood In which the Sunshot Campaign ends through an arranged marriage to the Yiling Patriarch, and Lan Wangji suffers the mortifying ordeal of falling in love with his own husband. ft immortal wwx 360k

.

all i want Wei Ying leaned a little closer. "The conversation we're having right now is about how it turns out I'm a bearer and we weren't careful and I'm not expecting anything from you, but now that you're here you should know that I'm...ah...you know..." "Pregnant," Lan Zhan said mechanically. "Pregnant," Wei Ying agreed. "You knocked me up, Lan Zhan. Sorry." 47k this one is so so good

.

silver & gold Wandering through a rather busy night market on the boundaries of Gusu after a successful night hunt, Wei Wuxian with his son and nephew chance on a mysterious cultivator who rivals him at talismans. Curious as to the wares she has spread out over her table, he forgets the simple rule - you break it, you buy it. AKA Wei Wuxian gets turned into a child and because it is Wei Wuxian, no one has any idea what to expect. 161k

.

how to be a heartbreaker “Lan er gege,” Wei Ying sings out an old nickname, his lips curving up into a well-rehearsed smile. It’s adorable, and it’s pretty, and he knows it mesmerises anyone who lays their eyes on him. He has done it a million times—bewitching and convincing men who need to be convinced. He just doesn’t expect to hear the hitch in Lan Zhan’s breath, too, and feel the taller man’s grasp around his wrist tightening. He fell for it. A sickening thought suddenly enters his brain, and Wei Ying wonders if he should be so cruel. “Do you want to find a private space for us, Lan Zhan?” 105k

.

A Myriad of Blossoms Eight months after surviving the First Siege of Burial Mounds, the Yiling Patriarch, stronger than ever before, asks for Hanguangjun's hand in marriage. To refuse Wei Wuxian is not really an option and Lan Wangji, still recovering from the events of Nightless City, is left learning to live with a man he barely recognises. 56k

.

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight the one where Wei Wuxian spends the year before his wedding as Yunmeng Jiang's acting sect leader, and the cultivation world's greatest love story finds its happy ending with the help of three juniors, a teenage romance, and one very involved (and exasperated) younger brother. 290k

.

the scarlet lotus a Scarlet Pimpernel-inspired fix-it featuring Wei Wuxian in disguise, Lan Wangji determined to bring the nefarious Yiling Patriarch to justice, and the hijinks that ensue when you accidentally marry your greatest enemy/love of your life. 137k

.

MDZS: The Golden Engine  In the modern era, immortals Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian return to Gusu. New evil and old friends + new friends and old evils. 82k read the tags!!!

.

Canon Divergence / Canon Compliant

Little Death The resentful energy thrums within him as he scans the room, whispering all kinds of unspeakable wishes. It wants blood. It wants life. He does not have to take either in strong measures to stave it off. The itch growing inside him will dissipate if he gives it a little of what it wants. A little blood, a little vitality, as one does in acts performed in a place such a this. A taste, and it will be sated. For now. He is still in control, after all. 28k

.

inevitable everything The Yiling Laozu demands Lan Wangji's hand in marriage in exchange for his aid in the failing Sunshot Campaign. Or so it seems. Three months earlier, Lan Wangji is rescued from the Xuanwu of Slaughter's cave by a handsome man with a brilliant smile who wields a power he always believed corrupting and uncontrollable as easily as breathing. 193k

.

When the Words Stop Coming Wei Ying had been openly declaring his love for Lan Zhan ever since they met at The Cloud Recesses. Confused and emotionally constipated, Lan Zhan rejected him, until everything went wrong, until he lost Wei Ying in the end. 13 years later, Wei Ying cannot trust Lan Zhan with his heart. 7k

.

To Love a Lonely God Lan Wangji wasn't supposed to die, but he did, and the Yiling Patriarch will burn the world to the ground to bring him back. 6k

.

Post Canon

Far Away You Are Suddenly, it snaps into place. The weary way Lan Zhan has been holding himself is suddenly cast in a new, much more distressing light. Somebody is responsible for it, a real live, horrible, blind, stupid person. The combination of guilt, sadness, and anger that sets in all at once is hard to contain. Lingering wisps of resentment that remain from the night-hunt flock to him, like calling to like. All four boys stare at him with wide eyes. “Wei-qianbei,” Sizhui says. “You look...um…” “Scary,” Zizhen breathes, beaming. “Who has rejected Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian asks. Or; during one of his visits to the Cloud Recesses, the juniors strike a blow to Wei Wuxian's certainty that his feelings for Lan Wangji are one-sided. 17k

.

a kind of emptiness Recovery is complicated. 11k

.

the absence of hunger  “He told me that you have not been eating.” Wei Wuxian chuckles. This is not the appropriate response. 27k

.

Aus

meet me at friday at seven Wei Ying is a romantic and dreams of meeting the love of his life some day. After a string of bad dates he’s set up with a friend of a friend, and when Wei Ying sees a man across the bar with his gold eyes and white ribbon he’s immediately taken with him—too bad it turns out that’s not actually his date. Lan Zhan, Wei Ying learns, isn’t really into dating, but after he runs into him two more times by coincidence he believes, romance or friendship, he and Lan Zhan are destined to be together. 128k

.

there's no promised goodbye here Wei Wuxian navigates the trials of living with his ex-boyfriend in apartment 1301. 54k

.

leading tone The first time you touch someone you're fated to love, you leave a mark on their skin. If they will love you in return, they'll mark you where you touched them. The deeper the color, the deeper the connection. Wei Ying has no marks at all. 32k

.

我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace  Wei Ying is wed to emperor Lan Wangji in order to save the Gusu Lan empire. But instead of the blissful marriage he was promised, he is spurned and sent to the cold palace—until a chance encounter changes his fate. 84k

.

The Last Concubine  Humiliated and taken as a concubine (but not touched) by Wen Rouhan, Lan Wangji is taken to a deserted area of the Imperial Palace and forgotten there, ignorant of all the political changes happening around him. When the new Emperor, Wei Wuxian, finds him, he has to choose between lying to Lan Wangji about everything that has happened and risking his life. 13k

.

my memory plays our tune, the same old song Someone moves into the vacant flat adjacent to Lan Wangji. They have a small son who cries himself to sleep every night. Reminded of his own troubles as a child, Lan Wangji takes the music box his mother gifted him and knocks on his new neighbour's door. If the music box was able to help him, there is no reason to believe it won't be able to help another child in distress, right? 15k

.

Reluctant partner how Meng Yao ended up being Wei Wuxian's birth partner. 31k

.

Closer Than Eternity In a world where immortals keep to themselves, one of them has decided to let himself be seen. 26k

.

I'll buy you the moon (I'll buy you two) Wei Wuxian swallows and exhales shakily. Lan Wangji is acting very collected for someone who just spotted a ghost. Shit. If Wei Wuxian survives this, he is going to have to fake his own death again. 28k

.

Post Mortem Life is a horror movie sometimes. You ignore all the warning signs. You end up standing there in the final scene, covered in blood, contemplating your life choices. Wei Ying is used to that. But it’s harder when you’re in love with your best friend. 28k

.

take me back to a time So, yeah. There’s enough on Wei Ying’s plate already, meaning it’s not entirely welcome when he comes home and finds a man standing in his bedroom. A man in extravagant white robes, a ribbon tied around his forehead, long hair gathered into a topknot, fist clutching a sword at his side, who asks him, “Where am I?” 143k

.

other earths and skies Increasingly desperate, Wei Wuxian turns to unconventional means to help the Wens. If one can call trading away a year of his life to live in a secluded estate with a mountain spirit 'unconventional'. Or, the 'east of the sun, west of the moon' one. 53k

.

how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat) Wei Wuxian plots to expose a catfish using strategic memes and turtle pictures while wiggling his way out of family dinner. Lan Wangji just wants companions. 54k if the loml could be turned into a fic, it would be this fic

.

always be closing

During a long overdue divorce and messy custody battle, Wei Ying gets demoted to small business finance. There, he's partnered with a new closer who clearly hates him, until he finds out Lan Zhan is far more verbose—and dare he say flirtatious?—in writing than in speaking. 32k

.

finally safe (for me to fall) When he meets his first client, Wei Wuxian, he’s fully confident he can gain experience while also keeping details of his personal life from the caring older man. But as time progresses, and his relationship with Wei Wuxian begins to shift, Lan Wangji can’t stop the lines between professional and personal from blurring. 77k

.

Nothing but your heart

Thirteen years after Wei Ying received no response to his letters about their son, he meets Lan Zhan again. 21k

.

Smutty filth lol w maybe some plot

to know, to be known series Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian got together, of course. They're still figuring things out. Just gratuitous prn. Sometimes that's all you need.

.

plant the seed of your love, let it take root Lan Wangji has moved out of the city and back into his mother's old home in the country, inviting his alpha best friend Wei Wuxian to live there too. Platonically! As Friends! Then, the stay-at-home order hits...Then, his heat hits... 37k

.

at your feet Wei Wuxian brandishes his hand, coquettish like an empress. “Kiss my hand, Hanguang-Jun,” he says 2.6k

.

crawl on hands and knees until you see the fic where Lan Zhan verbally degrades Wei Ying while fucking him with Bichen, and also loves him very much. 4.3k rip bichen

.

A Lesson in Patience  Just a moment ago Wuxian's dearest husband had walked out to take care of something; he requested that Wuxian wait until he was back to do anything. Of course he chose not to listen. What could he say, Wangji was hot when he got mad. 4.4k

.

to know that you're mine  Lan Wangji immobilizes Wei Wuxian and fucks him all throughout his normal business day as Chief Cultivator, even with others around. 3.9k

.

The Strength to Hold Him  Wei Ying's new golden core has grown stronger. Lan Wangji has some feelings about that. 7.9k

.

Thorough Investigation Wei Wuxian makes a minor mistake on a talisman he's testing. Or he makes a "micro" mistake. Lan Wangji is happy to help his husband work out the kinks. Kinks. Get it. This summary is a mess sorry. 6k

.

love like a hand at your throat Wei Ying catches wind of his horny, pregnant mate stuck in a meeting for the day. He intervenes. 3.5k

.

For Everyone To Hear Lan Zhan fingers Wei Ying under the cover of their dinner table. It leads to bathroom sex and embarrassment. 5.5k

.

walk my days on a wire To the rest of the tech industry, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are former classmates and bitter rivals. But the truth is quite different. During their monthly meet-ups at discreet hotels, they enjoy a very different kind of relationship. One evening, a fantasy spins out of control, forcing them to confront the truth: it's not just sex anymore. They both want something deeper, something serious. 27k

.

Tonal Vibration

One too many comments of “tag ur porn” on Lan Wangji’s extremely popular Youtube ASMR channel gets him thinking. Wei Wuxian, a middlingly popular camboy, and long-time fan of Hanguang-jun’s ASMR finds the new smutty dirty talk channel and films his reactions to it. 7k (podfic available)

.

Maybe You're the Reason

Lan Wangji clutches his phone in a tight grip. The dial tone drones a steady rhythm in time with his fluttering heart. Suddenly, the cloth of his shirt feels suffocating.

This is a mistake. He never should have written that number down—not from a flyer promising something so shameful. 67k

.

The Grandmaster of Dildonic Cultivation

Wei Wuxian invents a new toy. Lan Zhan helps him test it out. 7k

.

Curse shenanigans

come to my heart On a night hunt, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji get cursed and stuck in each other's bodies. As you would expect, shenanigans ensue. 29k

.

and fall to desire After a nighthunt, Wei Wuxian takes a curse meant for an inadequate husband. Lan Wangji happens to be in the wrong (right) place at the wrong (right) time. 14k

.

beneath six layers of silk  While exorcising a haunting, Lan Wangji gets cursed with a brand of honesty, and is forced to speak his every thought out loud. 12k

.

with such a suffering, such a deadly life Staring down at their hands, Lan Zhan shakes his head. It's a slow, loose shake, so different from his tight movements of just moments ago. Almost like he's drunk. An uncomfortable thought arises at this apparent level of relief. "How...how long have you been in pain?" Wei Wuxian asks. Lan Wangji is so preoccupied on one of his precious, rare nighthunts with Wei Wuxian that he does not feel it when a tiny, quiet curse latches onto him. 7.1k

.

Linger in the Sun "Tell Lan Zhan that I'm weeping uncontrollably," Wei Wuxian says to the juniors. "Tell him I'm truly pitiful and he needs to do everything I say until I'm well again." Lan Congyi is in the middle of carefully holding his eyelids open to check his pupils, but he still obeys, bless him. "Hanguang-Jun, Senior Wei would like us to tell you that he can't stop crying and he'd like for you to do everything he says until he's better." There's a moment of silence, and then Lan Congyi says to Wei Wuxian, "Hanguang-Jun says he already does everything you tell him." -- Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji find themselves cursed, unable to see or hear each other. They figure things out anyway. 39k

.

grow “Okay,” Jingyi says, as Sizhui puzzles this out aloud. “Okay! So the demon has been turning its victims into children.” “I think so,” Sizhui says. “To make them easier prey,” Jingyi says. “Yes,” Sizhui says. “So—” Jingyi’s voice cracks here, “this kid is Senior Wei.” Wei Wuxian, still tangled in his own massive robes, blinks politely at them. (Or: Wei Wuxian is cursed on a night-hunt, and the junior quartet rapidly finds themselves in over their heads.) 14k

.

moonlight caught in mutton fat It wasn’t bone. It was too smooth. It caught the light like something greased. “A curse,” Lan Wangji breathed, because it could only be such. The Twin Jades of Lan get turned to jade. 45k

.

your hand in mine

A curse brings Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji together—literally. 20k

.

Others (pov of other characters, humor, other minor ships, etc)

anyway, here's wuji  Lan Jingyi comes of age. 18k

.

Losing My Mind On a drunken dare, Jiang Cheng drinks a potion that allows him to hear other people’s lustful thoughts. It’s just his luck that he’s stuck in close vicinity with the guy who is completely and utterly besotted with his idiot brother. 6k

.

Bestseller  when Wei Wuxian writes the Xianxia cut-sleeve equivalent of Fifty Shades of Grey, based entirely on his experiences with Lan Wangji, he doesn’t expect it to become the next big hit 7k

.

Important Distinctions Father arched an eyebrow and lifted his chin. Jingyi said, “Hanguang-jun would like to respectfully state that he thinks you are a punk-ass bitch.” “Lan Jingyi!” another Lan disciple hissed, horrified. “He said it with his eyes,” Jingyi protested. “It’s Expression 321.” Sizhui fished the book out of his qiankun pouch and flipped through it. One of the Ouyang junior disciples sidled over to him and peered over his shoulder. “There really is a book.” 5.3k

.

Model Behaviour  Jiang Cheng watches his nephew attempt the impossible: seducing the purest Lan disciple. If Lans could bet, Lan Xichen would have wagered in Jin Ling’s favour. 1.3k

.

you are my chosen family  5 times sizhui and jingyi accidentally call wei wuxian and lan wangji dad, and the 1 time they do it on purpose. 14k

.

My heart in my sleeve Wei Wuxian needs a new workshop. Lan Wangji has room in his qiankun sleeves. 2k let lwj spoil his husband

.

Audience Of One

that AU where everyone is famous in some way or another, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been dating in private for years, and Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng pretend to date publicly for their brothers' sake. 181k

This is XiCheng, Wangxian is bg only.

.

Attempting the Impossible

Jiang Cheng gathers up his determination in both hands and goes to the Cloud Recesses to embark on one of the most difficult endeavors he can imagine: Repairing his relationship with his brother.

To his surprise, he discovers he's become an uncle again... several times over.

Wei Wuxian, what the fuck?! 36k

#mdzs #the untamed #wangxian #wangxian fic rec #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzs fics

[dailycass-cain]

Detective Comics #1079 brings a lot of plot points Ram V has been spinning this arc to a head, including the one involving Cass. So here are my thoughts on the penultimate issue.

There's just a fondness I have for this series as THE Batman comic right now. It has an aura of late 90s to early 00s Batman comics spun in a modern angle.

I feel quite at home with this run.

All the protagonists are given their due here. No one is cut short, and we get teased with more entries (because Ram V did say EVERYONE would get their moment and three characters have been quiet until this issue) as the arc reaches its final crossing.

There are a lot of emotional bits here from Lian/Jade's stuff (which feels like we're getting to the final bits for them sadly, which I hope we don't) to the badassery of Azrael (gawd I want more of him in this run).

Then there's Cass's section with Freeze.

It makes complete sense that with Selina's plan in full effect if you haven't figured it out now, that Cass's part was a distraction and an attempt. To get the Orgham distracted so Selina could steal her prize.

It just feels so opposite to what's being presented in Batman and Catwoman comics along with the whole Gotham War debacle, and how rewarding this run is to seeds to prior Ram V runs (Catwoman) and this one.

This is an event done right, with stakes presented as high, villains who are quite imposing, and an emotional rollercoaster ride.

It's said in panels what the Reality Engine does, and we've seen it in action when Bruce tried to stop it. But dammit I SO want to see a story on Cass's struggle against it.

We see it teased in this issue, but a hardened warrior like Cass against this thing? GIMME!

The art here just looks so warped until the predictable occurs. Freeze betrays Cass and Selina's plan. He gets what he wants, and chills out.

Though Selina DID anticipate this, it wasn't her real goal which she does achieve in the issue.

However, I'm curious about what will come with Freeze having access to the Reality Engine and if Cass will have a role in stopping it?

I'm guessing YES.

Though it sort of feels like Cass's role in this arc has come to an end. I mean it feels like it but who knows. That said if it was and this is the final appearance of Cass in 2023.

Dang, I want more Ram V-written Cass goodness, please.

I am curious just how much damage both she and Freeze did as the latter did set off a "freeze bomb" that she escaped from, but there's no telling (until future issues) how the Orgham will recover from this setback.

I'm glad this arc was "bi-weekly". Though, as much kudos I give to the writer, both Jason Shawn Alexander and Liam Sharp deserve so much credit for this arc too. Everything they've drawn in this arc just CLICKS with the writing.

Again, this was another stellar issue, and I can't wait to see where this arc ends. As basically, Selina has won. The question is can she run away with that win or will someone ELSE sneak in? I think the latter might occur.

Look, I know it's highly unlikely but I kind of want a Flamingo vs Cass or Azrael fight. Just two hardened folk going against a foe like Flamingo? Gimme. Let Bruce take on Hurt and finish the Barbatos plot.

Though part of me wonders are Jean Paul and Barbatos linked?

Or even Cass and the Bat Demon?

These just avenues never explored given Jean-Paul did become Batman and is sporting said batty costume in this arc.

This was another fantastic issue on this run and I just wish we'd talk about how AMAZING this series. That and how when this is collected in complete form how KILLER this story will be even more.

#cassandra cain #dc comics #my thoughts

[ivarlover]

UNEXPECTED

Part 3

(Flashback #1, there will be one more flashback-SORRY!)

(sequel #3 to UNLEASHED and UNDENIABLE)

NSFW 18+ ONLY

Alex + Modern Ivar

Modern Ivar + Katia

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

If you're new here and want to catch up, just scroll down my page, and the first chapter to UNLEASHED is at the bottom, then UNDENIABLE, and now, UNEXPECTED...

This was supposed to be just a one-shot, but the story has come alive, and the need to write more can't be ignored. At this point, I have no idea how many chapters this will end up consiating of. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! 🔥

Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into an entire relationship between the two of them that neither of them had seen coming. Now, that reality had set in, they navigate the relationship and all that comes along with it, the good, the bad, and the unexpected. Now that they were just getting into the swing of things and finding their groove, Ivar's ex fiance comes back into the picture, and it seems she is sure to shake things up.

Warnings, The sequel in general: Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), oral, male to male contact and more, a bad case of the feels, and smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut. 🤣 Each chapter will have its own warnings.

This chapter: This chapter is a flashback to better explain the current situation. I have a problem with writing too many details. 🙈 Therefore, there will be one more flashback chapter. NSFW 18+ ONLY Smut, of course, oral sex-female receiving, p in v, major case of the feels, and heartbreak

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣

Let me know if you want on or off the tag list!

-------------------------------------------

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

-------------------------------------------

Flashback to, roughly, two years ago:

Things seemed to be going well for Ivar and Katia. Ivar had never loved anyone before, like he did her. She was accepted in his family and with his friends. She was simply perfect for him in his eyes. This was why he'd planned everything that he had.

"Are you ready, Katia?" Ivar asked, waiting on the sofa for her as long as he could stand.

She came bouncing through the living room and rounded the sofa, leaning down to kiss him. "I'm sorry, Ivar. You know it always takes me forever to get ready to leave the house with you. I mean, it takes work to dress up and look good enough to be seen with you. Not all of us can be just so effortlessly beautiful as you, ya know," she laughed. "It's seriously my part time job."

Ivar rolled his eyes, standing to his feet, "Whatever. Let's go."

Grabbing his hand and following behind him, she asked, "Where are we going anyway?"

"You'll see," was all Ivar said to her.

-‐---------‐‐-------‐--------

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

-------------------------------------------

After an hour drive away, they pulled into a parking lot. "Awww, Ivar! What a nice surprise! The restaurant where we had our first date! Really? You know, I've always wanted to come back here!" Katia leaned over to him and gave him a quick kiss.

"Yes," Ivar grinned, "That's why we're here, dear."

"Well, what's the special occasion?" She was so dumbfounded. She didn't even realize what day was coming.

"Katia, surely you remember what Monday is. It's our one year anniversary."

Katia practically jumped into Ivar's arms right there in the car, "Oh fuck! Yes, I remember! I just wasn't expecting to celebrate it already. This is awesome!" She kissed him again, this time slipping her tongue inside his mouth.

"Look, unless you want to give the driver a show and never make it inside the restaurant," he pulled away from her, "I suggest you keep that tongue to yourself," Ivar breathed heavily into her face.

His breath hitched at the thought. He could easily see Katia spread across his lap right there in the backseat, naked, breasts in his mouth and hand as she bounced up and down on his hard cock, him making her call out his name and her making him finish all too embarrassingly fast. "Ivar? Ivar, did you hear me?"

Ivar realized that Katia was talking to him. "Oh, I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"I just asked if you're ready to go inside now, but you were totally somewhere else," she answered.

He leaned to her ear and whispered seductively, "I'm sorry. I just saw what I'm going to be doing later tonight."

"And what, exactly, is that?" she teased, biting her bottom lip. She knew her man.

He licked his lips, "You."

"Some things never change," she smiled, playfully hitting him on the shoulder. "Do you ever think about anything else besides sex?" she laughed.

Getting out of the car, he answered her, "Yes, of course I do. I think about you," He walked around and opened her door for her, "But then, that makes me think about sex, so umm, no?" He smiled his devilish smile, "One track mind, you know."

He helped her out of the car and grabbed her hand, leading the way to the restaurant. "Table for two. Lothbrok," he told the hostess.

"Yes, right this way, Mr. Lothbrok," the hostess blushed, and Katia knew it was because of Ivar's good looks. He wore a light grey suit, pants fitting him just tight enough in all the right places, a grey blazer to match, a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned some in the front to show off his gorgeous chest and part of his tattoos, and his hair was down, resting on his shoulders and the top of his back. She was admiring him herself; she definitely loved when he wore his hair down, so she wasn't surprised that someone else had noticed as well.

The hostess sat them. "Your waiter will be with you shortly, sweetheart," she winked at Ivar and Ivar, not even acknowledging her, turned to look at Katia, causing the hostess to stomp away.

"Ivar, didn't you notice that girl flirting with you relentlessly?" Katia was sincerely curious.

"Of course, I did, but you know, I only have eyes for you," he kissed her hand, and she smiled from ear to ear. She loved how sweet he could be.

The evening continued pretty sweetly for the two of them. They talked about how different this evening was compared to their first date in the same place. Katia mentioned how nervous Ivar had been the first time around and how cute she'd thought it was.

"Well, I am just as nervous tonight, too. I've just learned how to hide it better," Ivar laughed.

"Wait. What? Why are you nervous now? It's just me, Ivar." She placed her hand on top of his.

"Well, umm," he was even more nervous now. Why had he even mentioned it? "You know, I just want everything to be perfect tonight and to, umm, to make you happy. That's all," he lied.

"Ivar Lothbrok, I am always happy with you. Don't be nervous." She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

-------------------------------------------

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

-------------------------------------------

As they left the restaurant, Katia headed toward the parking lot, and Ivar stopped her. "Hey, we're going this way."

"Umm, isn't that the car just over there?" she pointed.

"Yes, but the driver knows to just wait there for us. I want to show you something first," Ivar told her, taking her hand and leading her in the other direction. It was just now dusk so he knew they'd just made it out of the restaurant in time for there still to be enough light.

"Where are we going?" her curiosity was already getting the best of her.

"You'll see. It's not far from here. I found it accidentally when I was looking up the restaurant's number for our reservations," Ivar smiled to himself at her confused look.

They reached just far enough that the sound from the cars coming and going in front of the restaurant and the people talking and laughing who were sitting on the outside terrace was just a distant noise. Ivar stopped and turned to Katia. "Here we are. Walk with me."

Her eyes grew wide with wonder as they walked down a path that was covered in blooming flowers, sweet smells, and butterflies hovering above, almost as if they were waiting to greet them. The futher back they walked, the darker it became, the more sounds she could hear off in the distance, and her heart began to beat harder. Looking at Ivar questionly, she asked, "Ivar, wh, what is this place?"

He answered, "A little hidden piece of Paradise that apparently, not many know exists. We can call it ours."

Looking of bewilderment and stopping in her tracks, she asked, "Ours? Like, really ours, Ivar? Is that what you mean?"

He smiled widely, "Well, yes. I mean, if you want it, that is, of course."

"Oh my God, Ivar!" she squealed, jumping up in his arms, hugging him tightly and kissing him quickly. "IF I want it? Are you serious?"

"Katia, we aren't even there yet. We need to keep walking a little more," he grinned, holding her tightly in his arms.

As he sat her back down, she said, "Well, it's just that this is just so beautiful already. Wow! There's more?" She walked a little ahead of him, excited to see where they were headed. His heart was overflowing with happiness and love for her. If he'd had any doubts or second guesses, she now confirmed for him that this was the right thing for the two of them. He followed closely behind her.

Finally, the small path came to a huge opening. There was a small stream right in front of her that flowed down toward the right. As she followed it to the left with her wide eyes, she gasped as she saw the beautiful waterfall from the side of the mountain. Looking at Ivar in shock, both of her hands came to her mouth, "Oh my God!" Tears filled her eyes.

"There's more. Look, Katia," Ivar pointed behind her. She spun around to see a small cottage just on the other side of the stream. It was white with two wooden porch swings in the front, on either side of the door. Soft lights shinned in the windows, through the curtains.

She then noticed a small bridge over the stream, covered in vines and bright pink and white flowers. On the other side, just steps from the bridge and at the edge of the rushing water was a large blanket laid out on the ground with a small plastic lit candle sitting in the middle.

She then saw that every few steps around the stream, there were hanging lanterns with soft lights glowing from them.

Completely stunned at the unnatural beauty of this place, she turned back around to Ivar. "Oh my God, Ivar! This is, this is just absolutely....," then her words completely failed her as she saw him.

Kneeled down on one knee, looking up at Katia with his eyes full of yet to fall tears, was Ivar with a small gift box in his hands.

Both of her hands covered her mouth again as she mumbled out, "Oh my God! No! No, you're not?"

Continuing to look deeply into her eyes, he took a deep breath, "Yes, I am. Katia, I have loved you since day one. You know I've never loved another like I love you. I've never been this happy with anyone before," his voice cracked, and a single tear rolled down his face. "You are my world, and I hope you'll give me the opportunity to be my forever. I want to spend every second of the rest of my life with you. I promise you, I will spend the rest of my days doing nothing but making you happy. Katia, will you marry me?"

He opened the box, reveling the most beautiful ring she'd ever seen. There was a big diamond in the middle of a white gold band, surrounded by sparkling sapphires, her favorite stone. She was in complete dismay. She tried to speak as Ivar got to his feet, but between her tears and shock, just incoherent sounds escaped her mouth.

Ivar scooped her up, arms wrapping tightly around her waist, and squeezed, looking directly into her eyes as he waited for her response. Finally, she belted out, "Yes! OH MY GOD! YES! Of course, yes, absolutely yes! I love you so much! Yes, yes, yes."

With her still in his arms, Ivar spun around in a huge circle, kissing her anywhere and everywhere. "Happy anniversary, Katia! I love you!"

They both wiped tears as he sat her back down, and they walked over the bridge to the other side of the stream. He took her to the cottage first for her to look around inside. It was a cute, little place, fully furnished, one bedroom, and a small bathroom. It was nicely decorated, definitely to Ivar's taste, and Katia wondered how long Ivar had had this place because it was obvious he'd spent some time making the cottage look the way it did now. He followed behind her with a huge smile. She turned to him, "Ivar, this really belongs to us?"

"Yes. I wanted to buy it in cash, but Mother wouldn't have it. She said just because father left me money didn't mean I should spend it all every chance I got. So I had to do it the traditional way and take out a loan with the bank."

"Ivar, I agree with your mom. This would cost a fortune to pay in cash!"

"Well, you say that now, but the type of loan I had to get wouldn't let me put your name on the cottage until we're married. So as soon as we are, that will be the first thing we go do, Mrs. Lothbrok." He grinned, "I love the sound of that!"

Katia looked at him with a half smile. "Wait, what's wrong?" Ivar asked her, recognizing her look.

Trying not to frown, she said, "Well, it's just that, I don't know, I was excited to finally own something. You know? Have something in my name besides a bill." She dropped her head.

Ivar grabbed her, "Oh, sweetheart, you do own this with me. You already know that anything that's mine is also yours. It's just a technicality that will be corrected soon. Well, umm," he blushed, "I say soon, but umm, when do you want to set the date for?"

Katia tried to look pleased as she wrapped her arms around him, "Oh, Ivar, I'd marry you right now if there was someone here to do it. I'll leave that up to you. Whenever you think is good, is also good for me."

He smiled, "As much as I'd like to say right now, too, I think we can get everything planned and the proper reservations made in 6 months, don't you?" He still couldn't believe this was happening. His dreams were seriously coming true.

"Yes, Ivar! That's perfect." As he showed her around the rest of the small place, she was surprised to see groceries in the kitchen even. "Wow! You really thought of everything. How'd you do all this, Ivar?"

"Well, I may have had a little help," he smiled. "The driver, Mike, came while we were at the restaurant and put the groceries inside for me once they were delivered and lit all the lanterns when I texted him that I was paying the check."

She was really surprised and hugged him tighter. "Thank you, Ivar. No one has ever done anything like this for me before."

"Well, umm, there's more. Follow me."

-------------------------------------------

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

-------------------------------------------

Her eyes widened as he took her hand and led the way back outside to the blanket beside the stream. It was darker now, and the lanterns lit the way perfectly. When they reached the blanket, Katia looked down and saw that rose petals were spread all over it, with the small candle in the middle. Covering her mouth, she gasped, "It's beautiful, Ivar."

He motioned for her to sit, "After you." He sat down beside her and laid back on his right elbow, facing her. She did the same, facing him, not sure what he was up to now. He fumbled to his left side and found what looked like a TV remote control. He pressed a button on it, and in front of them, through the water of the waterfall, she saw a huge board light up in bright purple lights. Purple was her favorite color. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that the lights on the board formed the words, "I love you, Katia."

Her hands covered her shocked face, "It-It's purple," she stumbled, "It says," she managed between tears, "It says my, my name. What? Wait. How did? Oh my God! Ivar?" She was completely at a loss for words. It was beautiful.

Somehow, on the cliff, the waterfall gushed over, Ivar had found a way to make a huge, almost road sign like board that lit up with the touch of his remote control. The way it sparkled behind the waterfall was beautiful. "Oh, Ivar. It's, it's just so pretty. It's breathtaking!"

"Just like you," he smiled, "Your beauty is breathtaking."

She leaned in closer and kissed him. He dropped the control to the ground somewhere behind him, and his left hand found her hip and squeezed. The kiss was slow at first, but quickly gained more passion and became more heated.

Ivar hungrily pulled her to him tighter as his tongue entered her mouth and played a game of chase with hers. His temperature was rising quickly as she pulled away. "Ivar, what about Mike? Isn't he waiting on us?"

"No. He knew to only wait until we made it here and that I'd call him if we needed anything. He's headed back home and will return for us on Tuesday."

Her mouth dropped. "Really? We're staying that long? What about the bar?" she asked excitedly.

"It's already taken care of. Alex has my number if I'm needed, and he knows he can call Hvitserk while he's in town if he needs an extra set of hands. Everything will be fine without me for one weekend," he assured her, pulling her even closer and into another kiss.

He wiggled out of his jacket while sloppily kissing her, refusing to break their attachment at the lips. He leaned over her and turned her to her back, her head landing in his right hand. She pulled his shirt until it was untucked and slowly unbuttoned the bottom few buttons. Rubbing her hands up his toned chest and to his shoulders, she pushed his shirt behind him, and he slipped his arms out. She began kissing down his jaw and then to his neck as his head fell forward. She softly bit him, and he struggled not to break his form above her and fall, crushing her.

His left hand traveled over her still clothed body down to her bare leg. Pushing her skirt up, his fingers slowly trailed up her thigh, sending chills all over her body. He began to unbutton her blouse, exposing her voluptuous breasts behind the laced bra. He bent down and bit one of them, causing her to cry out his name. "That's it. Scream my name. Tell me what you want."

"You. I want you, Ivar," she answered, licking then biting her lip. She knew just what he liked.

Her bra fastened in the front, luckily for him, and he snapped it lose, both breasts bouncing before him, and he remembered his vision in the car from earlier and grinned in delight. As he raised her so she could shimmy out of her bra and her shirt, his lips caught her collarbone, lightly sucking as he laid her back.

His mouth trailed down to the middle of her breasts, where he shook his head back and forth between them, causing her to laugh. He smiled up at her and quickly sucked her nipple into his mouth as his hand found her other one and squeezed it. The sensation caused her to whine, only encouraging him to continue. He licked and sucked her nipple and breast along with tiny wet kisses as he traveled to the other one and brought his other hand to the one he'd just left.

Massaging her breast, he teased the other one with his tongue, licking around the nipple and looking up at her. She whimpered, and he sucked it into his mouth, gently biting it. She arched her back, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

His kisses traveled lower as one hand remained, still massaging her breast. With each wet kiss he placed across her stomach, she moaned, and he smiled.

As he reached her waist, her skirt piled at her hips, leaning away from her and back onto his knees in front of her. Staring her in her eyes intently, he slowly pulled her lace panties down as she raised her hips to help him. One by one, he drug his fingertips lightly over her legs, then pulled them up, knocking her heels off, and slipped her panties off of her.

With a smirk across his face, he then leaned down and began kissing up her ankle. He was sure to let his wet lips drag across her skin on the inside of her leg with each needy kiss he made, traveling upward. He got to her inner thigh and agonizingly slow, kissed it softly, licking up further, still. The anticipation was driving her wild, and he loved every second of it.

When he finally reached the spot she'd been waiting on, he hovered over her, breathing his hot breath on her, and looked up at her. His breath hitting her sensitive area, he whispered into her, "Damn! You're already so wet for me."

She whimpered, "Umm, humm."

He flattened his tongue and with one agonizingly slow movement, he licked up the middle of her folds and over her clit, causing her to jerk. "Oh, you like that, humm?" He breathed heavily into her again.

Licking up her sweet juices, he then did it again, only this time, stopping on her clit. Flickering his tongue over it like a pro, his lips enclosed it. He sucked her in a kissing motion with his plump lips while his tongue continued to lick around her clit.

Laying both of her hands to her sides, she fisted them into the blanket, both hands turning white. He brought two fingers up to her tight entrance and shoved them inside without warning, causing her to moan out his name again as her back arched and her body turned a little to its side, as if involuntarily.

Ivar pumped his fingers in and out of Katia while his tongue continued to swirl around her clit, causing her to writh beneath him in pleasure. He pressed in just the right spot and she couldn't handle it any longer. She yelled out, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, "Oh, fuck! Ivar! I'm going to come!"

As her entire body stiffened, she came undone, moaning and groaning as he continued pumping and licking her relentlessly. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, lapping up her juices hungrily.

Pulling away from her, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He stared down at her, still panting, and spoke seductively, "I know you've got more for me. Can I get another one from you?"

He began to unbutton and remove his pants as she rode out her high. As his unbelievably hard cock sprung free from his pants, he asked, "Are you ready?" She knodded and licked her lips as she watched him spit in his hand and grab his cock, wetting himself for her.

He leaned over her, positioning himself at her opening. He looked her straight in her eyes as he thrusted into her, watching her face contort. "You ok?"

"Oh God! Yes!" she groaned out between gritted teeth.

He leaned down and licked her lips as he began thrusting into her. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him back to her, into a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue, making her moan again into his mouth.

As he found his rhythm, he kissed down her cheek and bit her softly in the bend of her neck, causing himself to jolt forward even harder. He nuzzled his head in her neck and hair, breathing her in.

His left hand trailed up her side, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and found it's way to her breast. As he began to massage it, she mumbled, "Ivar!"

"That's it. Say my name."

"Ivar, no, umm, it's just, umm, I want to be on top."

All of his movements slowed as he moved his head back above her and looked down at her in shock. She usually didn't like that position. He instantly remembered again how he'd imagined her when they were in the car, "What? Seriously? Fuck yes!"

"Move before I change my mind," she pushed him off of her, and he sat up. He slid backward until his back was against the railing to the bridge. She got up on all fours and slowly crawled to him, licking her lips.

"Aww fuck!" Ivar growled out.

Katia slowly crawled over his legs, up his body, straddled him, and positioned herself above his ready, throbing dick. His breath caught in his throat as she got closer and breathed heavily in his face. "Is this what you want? You want me to ride you while my tits are in your face? Want me to make you come, Ivar?"

"Yes! Oh, hell, yes!"

She slowly sunk down on him, taking all of him in, feeling him fill her. They sat still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his size. Ivar grabbed her by the side of her neck and pulled her down to him. He licked up her neck to her ear and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. As he bit down on it, she whimpered and began to rock her body.

She began bouncing up and down on his impossible hard cock, causing her breasts to bounce in Ivar's face, just like he'd been craving practically all evening. Salivating, he lightly drug his hands up her sides, fingertips barely touching her, causing her to grind into him. Once this hands reached her perfectly round breasts, they began massaging them again as one hand squeezed her nipple.

Katia grabbed Ivar's shoulders to steady herself as she rotated her hips in small circles with the next plunge down on him. He dropped his head backward with an animalistic roar and thrusted up into her.

He then leaned into her chest, kissing all around her chest and breasts, and finally sucked one into his mouth while his hand kneaded the other.

She placed both of her hands on each side of his face and neck and pulled his face up so she could kiss him. As she twirled her tongue around his, his hands began to roam her body, grabbing and squeezing at every bit he could, wanting all of her for himself. He gripped her hips with each hand and, holding on tightly, possessively pulled her even more into himself as he thrusted up into her even harder.

Her legs began to tremble, and her moans grew louder as their movements intensified. Ivar knew she was close.

Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he quickly rolled to his left side and flipped her over to her back without even pulling out of her. Her eyes widened, not expecting the quick change.

He gently caressed her face, and she closed her eyes with his soft touch, placing her hand over his. Their bodies began moving in a rhythmic dance of passion, skin on skin slapping, hearts pounding, and sweat dripping. He backed out of her and then quickly slammed back into her, intertwining his hands in hers.

She let out a string of unrecognizable sounds and pulled her hands out of his, landing them on his back. She dug her nails into it and scratched him all the way down, causing him to plunge even deeper into her. Her walls clinched around him tightly and he began pounding her up the blanket. He grabbed her hips and yanked her back closer to him, aiming to be one with her.

He reached below, his fingers finding her clit, and began to stroke them over it quickly as his movements became more and more irratic. Katia's toes curled and her back arched and she let out such a loud growl that it echoed into the woods. He continued sloppily pounding into her as he looked down into her eyes. His head was spinning with desire.

Panting, she let out a moan and suddenly gushed all over him like a tsunami crashing into the shore. The wet warmth was too much for him, and with one last thrust, he shot his load into her as well. His entire body trembled and shaked as he collapsed onto her with a grunt. He raised his head and gave her a needy, sloppy kiss, and his head fell beside her.

They laid like that, sweaty bodies wrapped around each other, as they came down from their high. Ivar laid his head across her chest and hugged her close to him, closing his eyes in content. Breaking the silence, Katia asked him, "Umm, Ivar, when is it that your mother gives you full control over all of the money your dad left you?"

Looking up at her in confusion, he said, "What? Why? That's an odd question."

"Oh. Well, I just ask because I was just wondering how much control she'd have over us once we're married. You know, I don't care about the money, Ivar. I was just curious how involved she'd be in our marriage." She coughed and rubbed his head lovenly.

He laid his head back on her chest as he answered her. "Oh, don't worry. It isn't like that with mom. She won't mettle, but umm, to answer your question, in just a little under 2 years from now, on my 26th birthday." He snuggled into her again as she continued rubbing his head, sighing softly.

Ivar pointed up at the stars and named one of the constellations and told Katia a little information about it. Pride swelled in her chest as she told him, "Wow, Ivar, that's one thing I really love about you. You're so smart." She kissed him on top of his head.

Before they knew it, they both drifted off to sleep in the night air.

Sometime during the night, Katia shivered even though she and Ivar were still snuggled together, causing Ivar to stir awake. Feeling the chill as well, he decided to get up and take her inside. He stood and scooped her up into his arms, their clothes still spread out across the ground and blanket, and carried her inside. Barely awake, she snuggled into Ivar's shoulders and wrapped her arms around him.

"What happened?" she mumbled as Ivar laid her on the bed.

"Nothing, I just didn't think. It's cooler at night here in the mountains. We're inside now. Let's go back to sleep." They were both asleep again within the minute.

-------------------------------------------

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

-------------------------------------------

The sweet smell of breakfast cooking traveled through the air and into the bedroom, slowly dragging Ivar out of his slumber. He got up, wiping his eyes, and stumbled into the kitchen. There, he found Katia in one of his white button up, dress shirts, dancing around to soft music, shaking her ass, as she cooked an amazing smelling breakfast. Smiling, he leaned against the door frame and watched her for a few minutes.

As he watched her shaking her ass around the kitchen, he could no longer ignore his arousal. He stepped around the kitchen island and walked up behind her, pressing his body against hers. She jumped as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Leaning around to her side, he placed a warm, wet kiss on her neck, causing her to jerk. "Good morning. What's all this?"

"Breakfast," she smiled. "Aren't you hungry?"

"Starving," he grinned into the bend of her neck, "But umm, I think I want my dessert first."

Batting him away, she began, "Oh Ivar, you can never get enough, can you? I'm in the middle of cooking here."

"Well, it's your fault, shaking your ass all around like that. And my shirt on you. Holy shit! It's hot as fuck, Katia!"

"Well, as great as it is that you packed my clothes for me for the weekend, you forgot my pajamas, so this was my only choice," she laughed as he tickled up her sides.

"Sorry, but I didn't figure you'd be needing any." He kissed her neck again, sending chills up her spine.

"C'mon, Ivar, let me finish breakfast," she reached back and popped him on the head.

Realizing her shirt only had three buttons fastened, Ivar pulled the shirt open and placed his hand just under it. He slowly trailed his fingers down her chest, between her breasts and to her stomach as he began kissing down her neck. With his other hand, he slipped the shirt just off of her shoulder and continued with light kisses across it, causing her to drop the spoon into the pan. "Ivar."

"Umm-hum?" He grabbed both sides of the shirt and yanked it open, popping the three fastened buttons completely off, and pulled it back over her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Katia gasped.

As Katia began to shiver, Ivar's left hand began massaging her left breast as his other hand rubbed gently around her navel, and he then tucked his fingers under her panties. He stepped closer, and she felt his naked erection pressing into her ass. Her words were lost in moans as he continued with his soft kisses all over her neck and shoulder.

She shut her eyes as her head rolled back onto Ivar's left shoulder, openly exposing more of her neck to him. He sucked and kissed her neck and shoulder as goosebumps appeared on her skin.

With both hands, he pulled her panties just over her round ass, giving it a hard slap, and dropped them to the floor with the shirt where she kicked them both back out of the way. Her breathing picked up and she moaned again with the slap.

His finger tips lightly grazed over her clit and her legs began to tremble. She turned her head and kissed him on his cheek as she raised her right arm up and around to the back of his neck where she held onto him tightly. He sloppily kissed her as his fingers began to plunge in and out of her while his thumb flickered around her clit.

"Ivar," she whispered softly into his ear, "Take me, Ivar. Now. Take me."

With that, he quickly spun her around to the kitchen counter behind them and bent her over it, her breasts landing on the cold counter, spreading her legs apart. "Ivar, the food!" Katia pointed, remembering what the actual reason had been that she was in the kitchen.

He looked back at the stove, "It'll be ok."

He laid his hands over hers and spread her arms out on the counter, intertwining his fingers with hers. The heat from Ivar's body on her back and the cold from the counter on her chest caused her to whine out his name.

Grabbing himself, he placed his hard, throbing cock at her opening. "You want this? Humm? Is this what you want?"

Groaning and biting her bottom lip as she stuck her ass out closer to him, she whimpered, "Umm humm."

And with that, he thrusted up into her, causing her entire body to bounce forward against the cold counter. He didn't stop to wait for her to adjust before he pulled back and slammed himself into her again.

He saw the bowls with fruit and whipped cream that she'd sat out on the counter for the pancakes she was cooking and swiped his finger through the whipped cream. He brought it to her mouth and told her, "Suck it clean!" She stuck her tongue out and between her moans, licked around his finger before sucking it into her mouth and doing as she was told.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he slammed into her again, even harder this time. His breathing was ragged as he continued stroking her from behind. He grabbed a strawberry and dipped it into the whipped cream. He slowly trailed it across the back of her shoulder blades and down her back, leaving a clear path for his mouth to follow, causing her to whine. He leaned over her and put the strawberry in her mouth as he slowly licked and sucked the whipped cream off of her back, causing her to maon and twitch beneath him.

"Harder, Ivar! Faster! I'm close!" Her words drove him on. He placed his arm under her and grabbed her gently across her throat and lightly squeezed as he bit his bottom lip, looking down at her.

He spit in his other hand and quickly moved it around her body and found her clit with his fingers. As his nimble fingers began to work their magic, her body tensed and she cried out his name. He pounded away, enjoying how her body slid up and down the counter.

Her walls clinched around him tightly which made him fuck up into her even harder, legs trembling out of control. She moaned out, "Ivar!" and as he thrusted up into her again, her juices flowed all over him and down her legs to the floor. It was as if the warmth from her fluids spread throughout his body to his core and his movements became sloppy as he continued his assault on her. Grasping ahold of her shoulers, he stiffened, his thrusts faltered, and he finally released everything he had with one final stroke into her.

He fell over her, nearly crushing her into the counter, and bit her shoulder as his head fell on her. She moaned and tried catching her breath. They stayed like that for a few moments until the kitchen fire alarm went off.

Surprised, they both jumped up and Katia groaned at the emptiness as Ivar pulled out of her. He ran to get the fire extinguisher as she called out to him, "Ivar, we don't need it. It's just smoke. A lot of damn smoke," she laughed.

They both laughed upon noticing just how badly the pancake was burned. "And you said it would be ok. Good thing we were close by," she pointed at him and smiled, waving a plate at the smoke filling the air.

"I'll be back. I'm going to find my boxers," Ivar softly kissed her on her shoulder, turned, and then looked over his shoulder at her, "And I guess I'll open some windows," he grinned.

-------------------------------------------

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

-------------------------------------------

When Ivar returned to the kitchen, he found his plate already made for him and Katia sitting on the opposite side of it with his shirt back on but unbuttoned. Sitting down on the barstool, he asked, "So, are you seriously trying to make this breakfast go completely to waste?"

"What do you mean? You haven't even tasted it yet."

"I mean you're seriously sitting in front of me all sexy as fuck again with my shirt back on but completely open? Do you really believe I can think of eating after seeing that?" She coughed as she looked up at him and smiled. "Well, I mean, pancakes anyway. You know I could totally 'eat' my dessert first," he winked at her.

Katia showed him he'd popped the buttons off, "Look! It's not my fault. It's yours," she complained back to him as she showed the shirt to him.

"Well, damn. I liked that shirt. Guess it's your special shirt now," he laughed.

As he looked down at his plate, he noticed there was a small box just under the napkin. "What's this?"

"Happy anniversary, Ivar."

"You didn't have to give me anything," he was genuinely surprised.

"Just open it."

He untied the cute bow on top of the box, looking back up at her. "Go on," Katia encouraged. He opened the lid and saw a gold chain inside. When he pulled it out, there was a small, round pendant hanging from it with a swirled line on the front of it. As he examined it, he noticed it was a Lockett. When he opened it, inside was a small picture of he and Katia from months before, one he'd once mentioned being his favorite.

He looked at Katia in shock. "Does that mean you like it?"

"I love it. And this picture, oh my God, yes, I love it. Thank you. Can you help me put it on?"

She slipped off of her stool and went to him. He held his hair up and out of the way as she clasped the necklace around his neck. Leaning around him and grabbing the pendant, she said, "This swirl here on the front means eternity. It's a never-ending circle, like our love, Ivar."

He pulled her on around him and into his lap. He kissed her madly. Pulling away, he said, "Thank you so much. It means the world to me. I'll never take it off, just like I'll never stop loving you."

She jumped out of his lap before he had the chance to protest. "Now, eat your breakfast before it gets cold."

They spent the rest of the weekend was just like that with sex and food and spending time together. Ivar couldn't be happier and was extremely thrilled he'd finally popped the question to her and even more ecstatic that she'd said yes.

Katia was really happy as well. She couldn't believe Ivar had actually chosen her. Although, she'd be lying to herself if she didn't think about her soon to be, overbearing mother-in-law. She wasn't sure how she'd handle knowing Aslaug was in control or their money and, therefore, of their lives. She knew the small amount of time until Ivar gained his financial freedom would pass quickly, but she also knew it was going to linger in the back of her mind. Maybe her love for Ivar would be enough to stop all this worrying.

@istorkyou @vero-maris-zamo @chapada010101010 @lostasalice-thisway @ivarhoegh @lonewolf471 @covidinducedsocialreject @tessakate

#ivar the boneless smut #ivar the boneless fic #ivar the boneless fluff #ivar smut #ivar the boneless fanfiction #modern ivar #ivar the boneless #alex høgh andersen #alex + ivar smut #alex hogh andersen smut #alex hogh andersen × modern ivar #ivar the boneless + katia

[thevindicativevordan]

Comics this week?

Action Comics #1054 - Loved Superman going all Naruto with a susanno, loved how PKJ portrayed Supes in line with both the original Golden Age attitude (he calls Metallo a bully and takes him down a peg) and the softer modern incarnation (he offers to help Metallo save his sister). Reads just like Morrison Superman does. My one complaint is that we're still falling back on Metallo spamming kryptonite. All the upgrades he got from Warworld tech, and he's resorting to that yet again? Disappointing. Metallo isn't a total jobber, he's crippled Kara, beaten Conner and Jon, kidnapped the Super-Twins, built an army, he's kicking ass and is dangerous... except he can't even seem to scratch Clark himself. Henshaw calling Metallo a loser does seem to be true. I have a notion where this is going, I think Tracy is either going to die or be revealed as the leader of the Blue Earth group, and Metallo will join that movement to get revenge on Superman for her death, or to work for her because she's the only thing he cares about anymore. If Metallo gets to kill Henshaw and PKJ sets him up to return down the road for another big arc where he finally kicks Clark's ass, that's good enough for me. Otherwise, much as I've enjoyed this, I can't say PKJ has succeeded with Metallo the way he did with Mongul. He did however make me realize the one big Superman trait Metallo contrasts with that I'll write about at the end of this arc.

Green Arrow #1 - Never been a huge Green Arrow fan, an odd thing to say considering I read his entire Rebirth run start to finish, but I enjoyed Williamson's Superman so much I decided to give this a shot. Cry For Justice was actually one of the earliest stories I read because my library had a trade of it. Insane that this is where we finally get a reunion between Roy and Lian. Otherwise I thought it was fine, not sure about the cosmic aspect of things, but I intend to read the first arc at least.

Unstoppable Doom Patrol #2 - Doing a piss take on the Krakoa Era X-Men right as I've become bored with them post-Hickman is just what I needed. Cackled at the data page jab, and also Culver lampooning how stupid it is for every magic group to just slap "Dark" on their title (knock it off Johns). Robotman launching Worm into orbit to prevent him from blowing up the Shelter was hilariously fucked up, should hopefully assuage the people afraid this would just be a knock-off X-Book. That's pure Doom Patrol right there, even more so with the reveal that Velvet is the true double agent. Peacemaker is a bastard and a great villain for the Doom Patrol, Culver has me fully on board with the Suicide Squad being the true antithesis to the Doom Patrol. Loved Burnham's depiction of the Shelter, FINALLY some cool superhero bases again! I missed that

Detective Comics #1071 - Interesting experience reading PKJ Action and Ram Detective at the same time, because they are both aiming for long epic runs that redefine their respective franchises. Action works better for me because it never loses sight of Superman being at the center, whereas here we get an issue full of lore dumping with Batman barely featuring. At this point I'm losing track of all of these new characters and the MacGuffins they're squabbling over, plus yet another retelling of Ra's early days. V's best work has been with Two-Face and Mr. Freeze, these Orghams are rather dull and derivative of other would-be usurpers, and I don't care about them anymore.

The Riddler: Year One #4 - How? How is this so good? How is a movie tie-in written by an actor who has never written a comic before running laps around experienced writers?

Blue Beetle: Graduation Day #6 - Surprisingly strong ending. Probably the best bridge between the original Giffen run and what the movie is changing. Looking forward to the ongoing now.

Sins of Sinister: Dominion #1 - Think I'm as sick of Sinister as the X-Men themselves are. Moira attempting to reclaim control of the narrative was nice, now how about we actually DO that by making her more than a mustache twirler? Unless the solicits are lying, Emma, Hope, Exodus, and Charles going into the Pit is going to be undone quick, but perhaps at the cost of resurrections. I give this event a 7/10, a huge step down from Judgement Day.

Invincible Iron Man #5 - Think I'm out, Fei Long and Tony's rivalry is stupid. Long just picks a fight with Stark for no real reason other than "I want a rival!" and while there's some justification beyond that, it's bound up in the Avengers not claiming Mars while the X-Men did. If this was Long wanting Stark's company to help Orchis, and Tony thwarting him being what kicks off their personal enmity, then it would be better. Instead Duggan tries to jump right into making things personal, but the crux of their fight having roots in another franchise undermines the whole endeavor.

Hulk #14 - Terrible ending but I expected nothing less. Had a chuckle at how heavy handed the letter from Samson was, might as well have been Ottley going "yeah sorry this run didn't go the way we wanted with Cates bailing, here's Bruce reset back to status quo, good luck to the next creative team!"

Doctor Strange #2 - Honestly I preferred Clea as the solo lead. The book is fine but it's not gripping me the way I want. I'll give it until issue 6 to pick up.

W0rldtr33 #1 - It's great, Tynion doing another horror book how could it not be? Jesus Christ though, somehow this is hitting even harder for me than the Department of Truth did. Internet as a demonic entity could come across as corny, but damn if Tynion doesn't make it terrifying.

#weekly reviews

[vampyrebond]

since i'm redoing my tags anyway, let's establish some verses (NOT SPOILER FREE)

a note - if we're plotting a ship and you write a non TVC character, it'll probably exist somewhere in its own version of modern and will get its own tag! these are my canon/canon adjacent and established au verses

a second note - if lestat is mentioned it is @complicitsacrilege-rp. nick and i have just gone too hard over the last few months.

( v. executor in charge. )

pre 1910

anything that takes place before louis meets lestat. he is a creole, closeted black man. he is able to be a child as a child, with two present parents. despite being the grandchild of ex slaves, his grandfather took over the sugar plantation in the reconstruction period, therefore establishing the du lac wealth. just after louis' 28th birthday, his father drank himself to death and left louis as the executor in charge of the family's fortune. to keep their family afloat, louis opens multiple brothels in storyville.

( v. is my very nature that of the devil? )

1910-1939

takes place in new orleans from the moment lestat de lioncourt arrives in new orleans, until louis and claudia leave for europe. note: while most canon events do take place in one way or another, louis suffers from unreliable narrator syndrome. whether on purpose or not, his memory can't be trusted. because of this, moments will absolutely come up when writing in this time frame that look different to what we saw on tv.

( v. théâtre des vampires. )

1939-1945

claudia and louis arrive in europe in 1939. they explore for a few years, feeding off the lost souls of world war two. they are tortured yet again by lestat, this time burning him down with the home they purchased. they end up in paris, and louis turns a woman named madeline to make another companion for claudia. they meet a vampire who belongs to the théâtre des vampires. they are brought the theatre, and meet the vampire armand and the rest of the coven. there is an immediate connection between armand and louis, so strong that it is only louis who will eventually leave the underground theatre. armand has claudia (and madeline) killed, and louis burns down the building with all of the other vampires in it in retaliation. much like the rest of his story, louis and the walking red flag he's falling for run off together.

( v. i'm sleeping with a ghost. ) - most undecided threads take place here.

1945-2022

armand and louis travel all over the world together. they fall in love. it wasn't love at first sight. it was a love that blossomed from shared trauma and understanding. and it was REALLY good for a long time. in the 70s they end up in san francisco. in 1976 the first interview takes place. that's the beginning of the end for armand and louis, not because daniel comes between them ( no one ships devil's minion more than louis tbh ) but because louis' memory would always be their downfall one day. they end up in dubai during the pandemic, and settle in a penthouse. in 2022 they invite daniel to dubai to conduct the second interview. this interview is more of a suicide note for louis than anything else. if the book got published, there's no way he'd survive it.

( v. the prince's companion. )

ship exclusive: @complicitsacrilege-rp's lestat

the book is in fact not published, but louis and armand part ways. louis finds lestat who had been in the ground since the fire. the events of queen on the damned on CAN take place here, but not all will. as i read i'll let you know what we keep. the endgame here is lestat and louis back together in modern times.

( v. professor du lac. )

after the first interview, louis realizes he wants more with his life and enrolls in university. he works his way through school, eventually getting a phd in american creole history. he teaches french and american history classes at the university he gets a job at. all night classes of course.

( v. true blood. )

louis, as a human in modern times, owns the azalea -- a vampire bar in the quarter. there's a reason most vampire bars are owned by vampires, but louis can more than hold his own. he has a daughter, claudia, who was the daughter of one of the girls at the club who was killed by a vampire ( louis swiftly cut the head off that vampire in retaliation ). lestat, having been the reason for vampires becoming public, lives under the radar until he shows up at the azalea one day.

alternate w/o shipping with lestat - louis is a vampire who owns the vampire bar the azalea in the quarter with claudia as his companion.

( v. the witcher. )

louis is a higher vampire who lives in novigraad with claudia. he is trying to keep a low profile and earn a living by owning a brothel in town.

#( v. is my very nature that of the devil? ) #( v. théâtre des vampires. ) #( v. i'm sleeping with a ghost. ) #( v. the prince's companion. ) #( v. professor du lac. ) #( v. true blood. ) #( v. the witcher. ) #( v. executor in charge. )

[livingfictionsystem]

Frequent Fronters Survey!

Full name? Xanthe Crow Lutece Zeitstück.

Gender/Pronouns? Androgyne. They and it, but 'it' is moreso preferred!

Orientation? Very pansexual. As in, gender has never factored into my attraction at all.

Role in the System? Cohost/social protector, everyone's collective OC, Cult Smasher 5000.

Star sign? Scorpio Sun, Leo Moon, Virgo Rising.

Favorite films? V for Vendetta, 2013 Great Gatsby, Grand Budapest Hotel.

Favorite TV series? Peaky Blinders and Shadow and Bone!

Favorite book? The Picture of Dorian Gray, the Diviners series, and the Six of Crows duology.

Favorite music? Shayfer James, Charming Disaster, Sarah and the Safe Word, Starset.

Favorite video games? Saints Row 2 and the entirety of the Bioshock series.

Characters you relate to? If Captain Jack Sparrow, Magnus Bane, and Howl Pendragon had a queer child, it would just be me.

Who’s your inner-system circle? Kaspar, Phisoxa, Aberle, Sumire, Koji, Prosper, sometimes the Harveys and, when it's Really a party, Oscar Wilde.

What do you look like in the inworld? Not too different than the outerworld! My skin is darker and my eyes are wider, rounder, and lighter. My mouth is wider and I'm a bit shorter-- about 5"5. My hair is split blonde and black, but in the inworld, I have a blonde streak on the black side and a dark blue streak on the blonde side.

What’s your aesthetic? I think y'all know. No, I'm a Victorian fop with a love of jewel tones, especially blue and gold. Sometimes I go more pirate, sometimes more vampire, sometimes a constellation-clad library goblin. But yes, I love neo-Victorian, ouji, fancy pirate, etc.

What’s your internal origin story? I was essentially an OC Phisoxa created to entertain his adoptive son. In the story he created, I was an androgynous AFAB German who moved to London and lived in a clocktower, before discovering I was actually dead the whole time. Then I was rekilled for being queer and "masquerading as a boy." (I reworked Phisoxa's original story because, no offense, but I'm the better writer. It's for sale!) Then Phisoxa decided that she wanted to bring her OC to life, and collected bits of souls, includling her own, to create my personality. Once Phisoxa had like, the rough draft of me, he stuck it into a clockwork crow, then a blue and gold pocket watch, with the idea that someone would find a body to fling me into. Phisoxa made me to have a creation with pieces of his own soul and to also have someone that will "break the cycle." See, there's a curse involving how we always end up with abusive people, in the inworld. Which has really OBVIOUS applications in the outerworld, when I look at it. (Phisoxa uses she and he, if you're confused.)

What’s your day-to-day life internally? Anywhere from brilliantly fun to insanely stressful. Sometimes, I'm in a castle and drinking cocktails and watching two centuries-old vampires banter about petty shit, sometimes I'm trying to talk someone out of committing suicide via magical/possessed means, sometimes I'm fighting for my life and actively feeling everything, sometimes I'm flying as a crow to the abandoned European building. It seems like it's always me involved in setting fires or putting them out. I live an old inn in Prague and work there for room and board. I also spend a lot of time in dimensional rifts and timelocked places since some of my favourite people are actually dead/ghosts in modern times.

What’s your day-to-day life externally? Taking selfies, writing, reading, promoting my work. I love exploring Rochester and taking walks, especially past anywhere that has a "no trespassing" sign. I love working at the bar and bantering with my hotel friends. I eat and breathe literature and love to rewatch some of my favourite shows. I do have good friends around here but we're all chronically under-spooned groundhogs that just lift up flags that say "I SUPPORT YOU' when none of us have the energy to text back. More often, I'll lock myself into my study and have a controlled breakdown about what's happened to me and suddenly a masterpiece comes out of my fingertips.

What do you wish more people knew about you?

What you see is what you get. I'm not as bad as whatever ex you're flashing back to, I'm not as good as you want me to be. I'm a selfish, aggrandizing, pun-wielding drunk with my head in the clouds, but I do my best not to be a hypocrite and not hurt the people I care about. You're not going to save me and I'm not going to save you, but we can at least trade jokes hunt for the art and romance in this fetid reality.

-Xanthe 🪶

#disassociative identity disorder #did system #xanthe #did alters #meet the alters

[westofwonder]

Pull List (12/13/2023)

Action Comics #1060 Dark X-Men #5 Detective Comics #1079 Green Lantern #6 The Immortal Thor #5 (Minor Threats): The Alternates #4 Moon Knight #30 Radiant Black #27/27.5 Speed Force #2 Superman: Lost #9 Wesley Dodds: The Sandman #3 World's Finest: Teen Titans #6 Waller Vs. Wildstorm #4

Action Comics - This will be the last issue of this title I'm going to be getting for some time. Not on board with how the Aaron run is looking to be. Again, I wonder how the PKJ run will be remembered after all is said and done.

Dark X-Men - Lot of mixed feelings here. I wish this team had longer time and more issues, but I'm also not really to sad to see this miniseries end. Always fun to see certain characters interact - the X-books are good for that.

Detective Comics - I'm glad DC is letting Ram V. cook. Lot of the things here feel like it would be in the Batman ongoing if it wasn't in TEC, and I mean that as a positive. It's dong more for the Jade and Lian than the current GA book! Not sure if it needed to be a weekly thing, but DC really wants this book to get to 1100! The bat-books are allowed a wider berth - y'know: cause they sell. If you wanted to check out any of those books, this is the one that deserves the most looking at.

Green Lantern - I just really like how this book looks. Skipping ahead Hal turns himself into a giant robot! Fun!

The Immortal Thor - Embarrassingly behind.

The Alternates - Disappointed kinda because I was hoping for more Minor Threats energy, but this is different than that. My own fault.

Moon Knight - Is he dead? I don't know, but that's what I've been told. We'll see how long things stick after this issue. I think MacKay will do a good story nonetheless.

Radiant Black - These double issue are really annoying from a series I am woefully behind in. Luckily, it won't take me too long to catch up when I do - it's not really a high-concept series. It's a superhero story with some toku elements in it - doesn't need to be more than that (for me.)

Speed Force - I love that Michael Holt is a supplemental Flash character right now. Mr. Terrific is one of those characters that should be popping up in other people's books. Wallace and Avery getting a book is still fun and I'm glad DC is doing this book.

Superman: Lost - Seeing Jurgens' name connected to a Supes books is always a treat - a nice familiarity. I'm curious to see what happens here and how Priest wraps this story up.

Wesley Dodds - Wesley has a book - still excited about that. Dian is here! We're having fun with the OG Sandman.

WF: Teen Titans - Always nice to revisit this era of TT history. I imagine Waid will incorporate some elements from this series into the main WF. I didn't mind the modern slang or culture stuff because I'm curious on how an "updated" version of teen sidekicks working together can look like.

Waller Vs. Wildstorm - Looking forward to what the writers here do next. A regular Stormwatch book would be excellent.

This is late because I had a long day today of getting other things accomplished. Hope to say more when I do catch up with these titles. I hope to do that during my time off for the holidays.

Happy readings!

#pull list #comic book pull list

[luxuryfield]

Exploring Jubail: Inside the World's Largest Industrial City!

Exploring Jubail: Inside the World's Largest Industrial City! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3a-cTt43tek Remarkable stories, the kind that sends chills down your spine, captivate your attention and leave you on the edge of your seat. As you step into Jubail II, you are immediately transported into a world of fascinating stories that are waiting to be heard. Each tale is a unique thread woven into the rich tapestry of this place, leaving you captivated and eager to know more. Brace yourself for a rollercoaster ride of emotions as you experience the spine-tingling moments that will keep you on the edge of your seat. It's hard to believe that these stories are real and have happened in this very place. But trust me, you won't be able to resist the urge to uncover what happened next. Jubail II, a city located in the eastern province of Saudi Arabia, has a rich history that spans centuries. It has been a witness to the rise and fall of civilizations and has evolved into a modern hub of industry and commerce. But it is more than just a center of economic activity; it is a place where people from all walks of life come together, bringing with them their unique cultures, traditions, and experiences. Recently, the city became the stage for a small dispute that quickly escalated into a breathtaking saga, involving not one, but multiple parties. The conflict was fueled by a deep-seated rivalry that had been simmering for years and was further inflamed by passion, pride, and a thirst for justice. The story is full of unexpected twists and turns, and the outcome is uncertain until the very end. To learn more about this epic tale, make sure to hit that subscribe button and ring the notification bell, because you won't want to miss what's coming up. Jubail II was a town that witnessed a longstanding feud that had far-reaching consequences that affected entire communities. The feud was not only between individuals but also between clans and families that had been at odds for generations. The story of this feud quickly spread throughout the town, and everyone was talking about it. It was a saga that was full of twists and turns, and it seemed like it would never end. At the center of Jubail II, a tragedy of immense proportions unfolded, shattering the very foundation of the entire community. A series of events, each more heart-wrenching than the last, led to a devastating conclusion that nobody could have predicted. Amid a longstanding feud that divided Jubail II, an unexpected turn of events led to the formation of an alliance that no one saw coming. What started as a dispute over a piece of land transformed into a tale of reconciliation and cooperation. Former rivals and adversaries, who had vehemently opposed each other, found common ground through a shared vision for the future of their community. This alliance became a symbol of unity, proving that even the most entrenched conflicts can give rise to unexpected alliances that redefine the course of a city's history. Let me take you on a journey with a story that starts full of hope and promise, only to take a dark and unexpected turn that shatters all dreams and illusions. It's a poignant tale that will make you ponder on the delicate and vulnerable nature of life. But fear not, we're not here to bring you down. We will also explore the light at the end of the tunnel, and show you that there is hope and redemption amidst all the darkness and despair. So stay with us and let us share with you not only this tragic story but also many uplifting tales that will warm your heart and restore your faith in humanity. We have a wealth of positivity in store for you, and you won't want to miss any of it For Collaboration and Business inquiries, please use the contact information below: 📩 Email: [email protected] #megaproject #lifestyle #jubail via luxury field https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJhOMyDsJS5unW-iqcVEG7A November 30, 2023 at 05:12AM

#luxury field

[quietresistance]

@stiiney​  asked:    ❝ Hey. ❞  If they're going to have a reporter around, Stiney figures he might as well go on ahead and introduce himself (and make a good first impression!) Of course, the best way to do so, clearly, is to offer up his MRE skittles.  ❝ It's been a long day. You want some? I promise they're not expired. ❞   

Perched  on  the  edge  of  a  box,  one  hand’s  fingers  drumming  a  simple  repetitive  beat  against  the  side,  Katherine  let  out  a  little  sigh.     Reviewing  notes  sometimes  could  be  an  aggravating  process,  especially  if  her  handwriting  happened  to  appear  to  go  off  a  cliff.     Not  so  absorbed  in  her  work  to  be  oblivious,  she  glanced  up  as  one  of  the  Marines  decided  to  approach.     It’s  a  little  amusing,  but  they  know  nothing  about  her  yet  other  than  her  paper  and  her  name.     The  sight  of  the  candy  in  his  hand  screwed  up  her  lips  as  she  attempted  to  keep  a  straight  face  at  the  offer.      Certainly,  her  laughing  eyes  betrayed  her  as  she  set  her  notebook  aside,  leaning  back  on  her  hands.          ❝  A  pack  of  skittles  that  isn’t  expired?  ❞          Her  eyes  went  comically  wide  to  aid  her  jest.          ❝  Oh, no, no, no...  you  have  to  keep  them!      Worth  their-  ❞          She  broke  with  a  soft  almost  giggle  and  a  ducking  head.       ( Oh, clearly more practice was needed. )

Elbows  propped  on  her  knees,  she  peered  up  at  him  with  a  laughing  smile  and  a  gentle  shake.           ❝  In  all  seriousness,  thank  you,  but  keep  them.    Skittles  would  be  lost  on  me,  a  despiser  of  all  but  the  Canadian  ones.  ❞    Eyes  dropped  to  the  sand  again  with  a  quiet  chuckle.    ❝  And  those  are  basically  just  M&Ms.  ❞          Pushing  off  the  box,  she  rose  to  her  feet,  brushing  her  hands  off  on  her  pants  out  of  habit  before  offering  her  hand.        ❝  If  it  hasn’t  made  the  rounds,  Katherine  Harris,  nice  to  meet  you.  ❞

#stiiney #°• ◊ we're all stories in the end —— ( v: modern. ) #gah i love when she's being stupidly silly

[zephycluster]

Precolonial HWS SEA Rant Post, feel free to ignore

If you're still reading, then you're probably looking for evidence or some juicy tidbits to throw back at me or to try and find dirt to cancel me, like typical Tumblr/Twitter. Go ahead, I don't really care.

First off, let me just say that If you like Precolonial South-East Asia AUs, feel free to keep enjoying them. I will respectfully support your passions from afar. This post is just to explain why I don't like it, especially the way they keep insisting/portraying PH in it.

Still here? Then let me begin.

Since the recent confirmation that the ASEAN Six Majors (Can't really say ASEAN 10 atm since it's still missing some people) Were completed and the Ma-Phil-Indo Trio was included, there has been a large surge in 'Precolonial' fanarts and portrayals of South East Asians, those three especially.

Even long, long before, circa 2010's ish, a rather well-known fan universe known as 'Maaf' dealt with their story and how their Author thought their intertwined histories went. Written by (my best guesstimate) an Indonesian writer who wants to explore the old, SEA bond.

When I first stumbled across Maaf (I was in Highschool at the time, around age 16-ish), I took a casual interest in it and tried to read it through. But, I will wholeheartedly admit that at the time, Pre-Colonial cultures of South-East Asia in general, let alone Philippine, did not really interest me that much. The focus (I think) was mostly on Indonesia, a country I didn't really know back then, and the liberal use of 'ancient' names and artwork just made it feel like an entirely Original Work (that needed a degree in History to really appreciate) and not something from Hetalia. I also completely disagreed with what I could gather was the story's portrayal of PH but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Do I hate 'Maaf'? No, I don't hate it. Do I wish I never came across it or that it didn't exist? Of course not. Just because I didn't enjoy it or appreciate it that well doesn't mean I wish any ill toward it, its fans, or its creator.

Fast forward to April 2021, the long awaited inclusion of South East Asia to the canon Hetalia verse. I was happy, the other fans were happy, all was good.

Then started the questionable fanarts, fan theories and fan pairings.

Especially the expansion of Precolonial! PH.

Let's go back to Maaf for one moment. From what I understood of Maaf, PH there was a character who once was like all the other South East Asian cultures, trading with them, all around being a nice family.

But all that changed when the Spaniards attacked, so cry the precolonial buffs. They destroyed everything, ransacked and marginalized the tribes, erased everything that PH was!

Did that happen? ABSOLUTELY. The Spaniards had this vision in mind that they must spread Christianity to all of the 'savage, unchristian heathens' of their realm. :V /s

But back up a second, back to PH's portrayal in Maaf. The way she (yeah, she) was portrayed there was that she was slowly losing her memories of being a 'true' South East Asian and grew more and more westernized in the process, like some sort of Culture-specific Alzheimer's or something.

Firstly, that is seriously depressing, and secondly, I just really don't see that happening.

Here's why.

Point 1: Even before Colonial Masters, Filipinos as a people cannot agree on anything.

I'll just begin this segment with a Philippine proverb that outlines what Filipinos call 'Crab Mentality' or 'Crab Bucket Mentality'.

"You don't need a lid for a container when you're keeping multiple crabs. If you keep at least two crabs together, they will just pull each other down instead of helping each other up."

I don't know how it goes with Indonesian or Malaysian history class, but what I know of my homeland, both pre- and post-colonial history, we were never really 'united' or 'together' in the sense that Indonesia and Malaysia were (from what I assume).

Let me pull up a somewhat related question on r/AskHistorians.

The reason I brought this up as it shows the reasons why, in my opinion, a single entity that is 'Precolonial Philippines-tan' is an impossibility.

The answers are long and would extend this already long post to stupid proportions, so I'll just quote relevant sentences. The link is here for those that wanna deep-dive into the answer.

"All this to say that there wasn't a name used for the entire Philippine islands before the Philippines that people now would agree to. An interesting comparison would be the Holy Roman Empire, which might also be characterized as disparate politico-geographic groups of relatively small size that had a history of relations between each other, but one thing they had that the Philippines did not was a common language, or at least a family of mostly mutually intelligible languages, so that the name Deutschland or Germany isn't terribly offensive to anyone. If you called the Philippines the 'Lupang-Tagalog' or even 'Lupang-Tao' the other ethnic groups would protest."

For those in need of translation, 'Lupang Tagalog' means 'Land of the Tagalogs' and 'Lupang Tao' means 'Land of People', specifically. The first one is already exclusive and offensive, as the Tagalog peoples are but one of many ethnicities here.

And for the 'Lupang Tagalog' suggestion specifically, it's even more offensive as they are the majority ethnicity (not by much, just around 28%) From this chart from Geography Now! It would basically be alienating everyone else in the 72% remainder that isn't 'Tagalog'.

And even 'Lupang Tao', the most generic name in a local language you can think of, would be met with contempt because the name itself is in the Tagalog language.

Just travelling between two individual island groups today would sometimes require a translator because the words can change very rapidly and very drastically. Here's a sample of some differences coming from a friend living in Visayas (in Red) vs. the words I know living in Luzon (In blue).

Ate vs. Manang = Older Sister

Ibon vs. Pispis = Bird

Tumawa vs. Kadlaw = To laugh

Takot vs. Hadlok = Fear

Kain vs. Kaon = To eat

Ngayon vs. Subong = Now, at this point in time

Iyak vs. Hibi/Gibi = to cry

Talampakan vs. Tiil = Foot (in Tagalog, the word retains its 'body part AND unit of measurement' meaning)

Tulog vs. Tuyo = to sleep (Tuyo in Tagalog is either a dried salted fish or 'to dry')

The kicker is that just like Tagalog is just one of many languages here, so too is the language my friend speaks. Ask an entirely new person, like someone from Mindanao, they'll probably have an entirely new set of words.

It's not just Luzon vs. Visayas vs. Mindanao, either. Here's a map listing some of the ethnic groups here.

Even the way they're written differs from location to location.

While we're on the subject of Island divisions, a casual skim across Twitter and Tumblr has shown that their Precolonial PH has been one of the following ancient civilizations: Tondo, Butuan, Sugbu, Namayan. There may have been others but that was what I have found.

Notice how even today, the posters of Precolonial PH can't seem to agree on what he's supposed to be? With Indonesia it's either Majapahit or Srivijaya and Malaysia it's usually Malacca iirc.

What is the big deal? Well, let's go back to the Ask Historians post. "Why didn't the Philippines ever change its name to remove the colonial mark that being named after a Spanish King has?" The answer: "If you suggested something dating to precolonial times, the other ethnic groups would protest."

Since we're on a roll with maps, let me bring this up.

As you can see, the precolonial PH posts have a reason to not be able to agree on one thing, as there is a LOT of options. Do you also see how THAT list is also split up?

It's split up into those aligned with China (Sinified), aligned with India (Indianized), aligned with the Middle East (Islamicized), and no alignment (Animist). Now, let's go back to the main suggestions for which Kingdom/Polity/Civilization/whatever Modern Philippines used to be.

If the Filipino peoples' couldn't agree on something as simple as WHAT TO CALL THE LAND THEY'RE LIVING ON, what more a living, breathing, walking, talking entity that is supposed to be a beacon of all of their 'unified' culture? ESPECIALLY if that entity used to be a currently existing Kingdom/Polity/Rajahnate/Sultanate/whatever.

Tondo? "Of course, always the damn Tagalogs. Tagalog this, Tagalog that. First the capital city, then the language,* THE REST OF US EXIST, YOU KNOW! What about us in Visayas? Mindanao?"

*The national language known as 'Filipino' is just standardized Tagalog*

Butuan? "Wait, you want Butuan to represent us? They're they only Indian-aligned city in the Islam-majority Mindanao! They're not even that many of them! I'm not gonna change my religion!"

Sugbu, the other name for the Rajahnate of Cebu on the map? Lemme bring back my Visayan friend again. According to her, she hails from the Hiligaynon part of Visayas.

"Sure :v and the other islands are what?

Chopped liver?

Not to mention the language and writing barrier helloooo"

And Namayan? Well. I'll let this pic speak for itself.

To summarize, no matter who you pick as Modern PH's previous identity, it will not end well nor be accepted by the other Kingdoms at the time.

"So where does that leave Modern PH, he had to have been ONE of them, right?"

Well, not really. He doesn't HAVE to be one of the Ancient Kingdoms that lasted till the modern day. I mean, predecessor representatives exist in Hetalia canon, after all. Like Modern Greece is a different character from Ancient Greece, Ancient Egypt and Modern Egypt, heck even England and his brothers have a canon mother that was the rep before them.

Or you could even use the same logic that Germany does, in that each specific region has/had its own representative and that Modern!PH is just the 'mediator' between them (cause gawd does PH need one). There could be a Tondo, a Namayan, a Butuan, and a Sugbu, all arguing and this Proto-PH is just trying to make headway in making them all satisfied.

But, even after all this, there is another reason why I personally don't subscribe to the 'Precolonial PH' idea, and by tangential extension, the Indo x Phil pairing.

Point 2: Even without intending to, Precolonial Indo x Phil just comes off as patronizing

This second point is just ENTIRELY personal preference and barely has any facts to back it up.

Again, if you like the pairing and disagree with me, You do you. I will respectfully support you and your passions from a distance.

But for me, Indo being Phil's seme/bae/boyfriend and consistently bringing up precolonial times just comes off as patronizing.

Just one more time, I'd like to point out that I am NOT bashing Indonesia, its people or the subscribers of Indo x Phil. This is just how the pairing feels to ME specifically.

The way I see it, Indo x Phil as a pairing, especially if it extends back into precolonial times, reads the same way as a long-since married couple where the husband/wife CONSTANTLY brings up that ONE outing you had together, or that ONE prom night where you kissed while dancing, even it happened like 30 some-odd years ago and so much more happened since then.

Even in a platonic sense, It reads like two besties where one ALWAYS mentions stuff like 'Yeah but you looked so much cooler back in High School' or 'Back in Grade School you would've known that', or 'Remember back in Pre-school we did X? How could you forget that?'

How does one respond to the notion that no matter what you do now, it will never compare to a past you've already forgotten or barely remember? That the best version of 'you' is already long gone?

"That's because the westerners made you forget your culture! You gotta take it back!"

While it is true, yes, as a collective we barely remember the Kingdom that commissioned the Laguna Copperplate, or created the Banaue Rice Terraces, or created the millennia old bonds that we still share with Indonesia and Malaysia.

But to keep pushing the precolonial identity would be to neglect and cast aside the one REAL binding belief and culture that spans the entirety of these islands we call the Philippines.

We take on all the bad stuff that happens to us, conquer it, and make it our own. Be it natural disasters, foreign powers, or negative stereotypical mentalities.

Yes, we've forgotten the ancient kingdoms of old and are just now digging through the closet for those remnants of the past. Yes, the colonizers imposed that on us, and made us forget. But in the process we've also taken everything that they left behind, everything that they threw at us, and created something that can only come from us.

The lanterns that the Spaniards used to light the way to the morning masses they made us attend became our globally known symbol of Christmas. The junked vehicles that the Americans left behind in World War 2 are now rolling works of art that announce themselves loud and proud on the streets (for better or for worse). The iced dessert recipe that the Japanese forced us to learn while they were occupying the country is now so distinct and famous it is synonymous with us, and is so delicious even Italy has taken notice.

Even after all this? Even after all the 425-ish years total we have been under a foreign power, with all the progress we've made as a country, a people, and a nation, you would still imply our fragmented, jigsaw puzzle state of being in the past was better just because it was pure 'South East Asian' like everyone else?

We might not be as well put-together as Indonesia or Malaysia, but we made this melting pot of angry, leg-pulling, dogpiling, Native, Mestizo, Chinoy, and Fil-Am crabs OURS, damnit!

It's now 4:30 AM and I have work in 5 or so hours. I'll be going to sleep now.

#hws #hws philippines #precolonial philippines #hws theory #hetalia #hetalia world stars #hetalia world series #hetalia headcanons #aph #axis powers hetalia #aph philippines #hetalia philippines #aph hetalia

[painiskomedi]

fellas, please be a better generation

I've been seeing a lot of kids who are of the same age as mine (16) that are being influenced to an extent where it seems that there is no change after the previous generation. Like, okayyy i understand that i can't possibly argue and wreck everything up and fight my parents upon things that they don't want to accept for example mental health, sex-education, early-dating or dating at all, being friends with opposite sex, LGBTQ, gender equality(the proper one) and etc. as i know that i can't change anything in there heads. If i do that i would probably end up wrecking up and spoiling my relationship with my parents and disturbing the household by rage and all, so yeah obviously i don't want that. My cup of tea is BEING BETTER MYSELF AS A SUCCESSOR GENERATION but that does not seem to be the case around myself. I will be honest, as an Asian, this thing becomes even more difficult because you just can't with your Asian brown parents. And mind you i'm not just talking about the parents it's like for mostly elders. But what the hell is wrong with the kids???

Whenever i was with my friends i used to so proudly think that this generation is gonna be better, we're gonna be less stereotypic, it was until i started seeing a lot other kids. Like they post stories against the girls showing their cleavages, they go on ranting 'embrace masculinity, quit modernity' meaning if you are a man you are supposed to be hard, tough, muscular, non-emotional(infinite red flags for this). I'm not saying that you can't be tough or muscular and all but hey!! you can't question any one else's choice as well if someone wants to put nail paint and makeup let him be, if he wants to build muscles let him be why are you forcing your morals on people. They go on debating about religions without even knowing about it. And they think being or called gay or lesbian is an insult(haha so funny). And there's so much(tbh i don't wanna bore you).

Honestly, i'm gonna a give doses of this kind of education to my kids so that they don't post stories like this. If i were a male i would take my kids to the Tv and together with them watch an emotional movie and cry together to show that its okay for males to be emotional. I'll as a mother would not judge my daughter's character for anything. I as a mother would teach my son as well as my daughter to respect each sex of the society.

(i've so much more to say hopefully i'll be breaking those thoughts in segments and posting them as separate ones and please guys a v-v-v-vvvv humble request try to understand stuff, watch a little social channels to help you have a clear understanding. !! not saying that i'm a "guru" of this society but these things anger me so much.)

Thank you for bearing with me ily to all those who literally care about this :))) >>>>>

Your brown friend painiskomedi.

#students #my writing #people #sex education #toxic #lgbtq #asian parents #kids educational #mentalwellness #mental heath support #gender equality #toughconversations #masculine #feminism #awarness #society sucks #teenagers

[alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom]

Chapter II: Overhelming city, just because of you!

Thank you @flowers-in-your-hayr​, you are a moodboard-goddess, this is stunning!

a/n: I hope you enjoy it, as much I did while writing it. English ist not my first language, so sorry for mistakes.

Pairing: ALEX x Reader

Spotify: Kiana Ledé & Jacquees - Only Fan

Words: 1875

Warnings: NSFW and smut, a bit fluff

Summary:  The day with Alex was perfect, but in the end you got an even bigger surprise.

Chapter I

,,Are you ready for breakfast?" She shook your shoulder. "Hey Y/N, wake up, we're late. I wrote Marco that we are going be in the lobby at 10 AM.’’ You never saw her so nervous, it was almost contagious. You only had an hour to get ready and eat.

,,You got his number?’’ You were surprised and start thinking if you’re going too slowly, just because Marco got Ana's number but Alex not yours.

You ran through the hotel room, searching for approppiate clothes and shoes. The light pink/red lipstick looked stunning on you.

~~·······~~

Ana and you left the breakfast buffet and stood now in the lobby. You got impatient. Janina woke you up for nothing, nobody was waiting there. She even asked at the reception, but they didn't know anything.

You were annoyed. It was beautiful sunny weather and you didn't want to waste any time waiting. "Come on let's go, we can do this on our own. They won't come." You went backwards and waited for her to come with you.

,,I hope you like red roses’’ Suddenly you heard this familiar voice behind you. 

,,We are late and I don’t want you get angry, so I brought you this rose. I hope you are not mad.’’ He was visibly happy to see you again. His bright blue shirt matched exactly with his eyes, he looked amazing.

He lifted you up so that only the tips of your toes touched the ground. You hugged him tight, like he did.

Marco and Alex rented bikes, so you could change quickly the places. You were impressed by the beauty of this colorful city.

~~·······~~

You stopped at a park. They prepared a picnic for lunch. It was so cozy to lay on that blanket; you closed your eyes to feel the sunbeams warming your face. You felt Alex searching for your hand. His thumb stroking the back of your hand. Your hand squeezed his, signaling that you liked his touch.

You turned your head to the other side looking for Ana. Marco was lying on the top of her, kissing her slowly. They were hidden behind a tree, so you couldn’t see what they exactly were doing. You looked at Alex again in the hope he also saw that, so he maybe would kiss you too, but he didn't.

You broke the silence ,,I want to go up there’’ And pointed with the other hand to Tivoli’s ferris wheel.

,,The view up there is beautiful. Good idea." He sat up and glanced down at you. It was a perfect situation to kiss you, so you took a deep breath.

But Alex got up and went to Marco. "Marco!’’ He yelled.

"Hey, Marco! He yelled again. He was too busy, kissing her neck.

,,Hey lovebirds, you can continue at home, let’s go to the ferris wheel’’. Marco seemed a little bit annoyed, that you disturbed them, but after a minute he was laughing and smiling again.

You got on the ferris wheel and were a bit nervous. The sun was slowly going down, so the view turned out to be much better than expected. The wheel started to move, and you reached for his hand. To be on the highest point of the wheel was a magical moment.

You looked at Alex and said quietly, 

,,Thank you…this is an overwhelming city, but just because you’re by my side’. He touched your chin so lightly that you barely felt it, like he was afraid to hurt you.

His bottom lip touched yours, he was so nervous that he wasn’t even breathing. You closed your eyes, to feel the kiss more intense. Your knees were shaking, you felt the kiss all over your body, that you almost got dizzy.

It got cold as soon as the sun went away. Alex and Marco had a surprise for Ana and you, so couldn’t go straight to their apartment, they said, so you went to the hotel first to take a shower and then to their home for dinner. Ana had the address, because you didn't still have Alex's number.

The building looked from outside discreet and a little bit old fashioned. Their apartment was in the top floor, so you took the elevator. You checked your make-up and hair in the mirror for the last time. Marco and Alex were leaning against the door frame as you walked out.

Ana directly jumped into Marco's arms and kissed him. Your shyness prevented you from taking the first step. You weren't sure whether you could kiss him or not and especially because he was the one who kissed you. Alex took you by the hip and pulled you to him. His lips awakened your feelings again.

He stopped kissing you abruptly. "Come in, our neighbors are too curious, I don't want to be their evening show".

The apartment was modern and decorated in a minimalist way. You could see hole Copenhagen through those huge windows. Alex did a room tour; you liked his grey bedsheets and the colossal jacuzzi in his bathroom. You imagined how hot it would be seeing Alex naked in there.

,, Why do you need a mirror above your bed?" You noticed how he thought about what to say.

"Hm, what do you think?" He grabbed your hips. You put your arms around his neck.

"Tell me." He nibbled on your lip before kissing your neck.

,,Because I want to look at your ass while you're riding me." He whispered in your left ear. You became goosebumps all over your body and you felt a cool wave running over your back.

His hand slipped over your ass. "You can also see yourself cumming while I please you with my tongue." He kissed him so rough that your back hit against the door frame.

"I would like to keep watching you guys, but we should eat dinner first, I'm so hungry!" Marco stared at you with a little smirk in his face. You nodded. Alex squeezed your ass before you let go of him and clapped it as you turned away.

You had absolutely no idea what Danish dish this was, but it smelled so good and the taste was even better. Marco was telling a funny story, but you noticed that Alex did not pay attention at all. He was staring at at your breasts. You were wearing a top with deep V-neck, the fabric was thin so he could see the pattern of your bra throught it. You leaned forward, to let him see more of your body and of course to provoke him. You ran your wet tongue over your lip and smirked. He took a sip from his glass, but his gaze remained on your decollete. You liked that game.

,,So how can you have so much time for us? We have already Tuesday and none of you went to work." commented Ana.

It seemed as Marco either Alex wanted to answer the question. 

Marco answered after a while. ,,We are actors, we play in the same series and finished shooting last Friday."

"Oh really, I hope you are not disappointed, if I never saw you on TV’’ you said ashamed.

Alex told you everything about it, how long they we’re acting and what the series is about.

,,To be honest, I’m really happy about that. I want you to love me Alex and not this character Ivar. Yesterday in the pub, we noticed that you didn’t know who we really are, so we decided to keep it secret for the moment.’’ He hoped you didn’t get mad. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't. You felt so attracted to him.

,,Should we give them our present now?’’ Marco whispered to Alex. They stand up and came back with two big golden gift boxes.

You thanked and opened it carefully to not damage this beautiful loop. 

,,Oh wow, is this a dress? How I deserve this?’’. It was a beautiful dark blue shimmering dress with the matching high heels, it overwhelmed you. You took the dress out of the box and discovered a second little box.

,,I want you to come with me to a charity event tomorrow, you will repent.’’ Alex said and took the diamond chain out of the little box, to put it on you.

"But Alex, I can't" You pressed the dress against your chest you to feel the soft fabric.

"No, why? Don't you like the dress?" He couldn't hide the disappointment.

,Yes, of course...I’d be glad to, but I do not necessarily wish to be on TV."

"I'll do my best to keep you out of the public eye, I promise."

"So if that is the case, I will be in the background, if you are ok with it.’’

,,Of course, there will be no cameras at the afterparty, don’t worry.’’ 

He hugged you and kissed you. ,,More wine? Let’s celebrate!’’ He raised his glass.

Marco and Ana had a lot more wine than you and were already pretty drunk. Marco ran to music player and started a playlist. The first song was Only Fan-Kiana Ledé and Jacquees. Ana and he went to the balcony and rocked gently in their own rhythm.

You loved that song. ,,I want to dance’’. You pulled him by the hand and pushed him onto the sofa. 

,,Keep your hands next to you’’ you said in a stern voice. Your hips moved according to the rhythm of the music. Your butt brushed his crotch and you heard a low moan. You went on your knees, your face passed his crotch again. You pulled with your teeth his zipper down, his dick nudged your jaw. The wine made disappear your shyness. You sat on his lap and moved slowly feeling his dick on your ass. Your hips did circles, up and down, side to side. His hands slid slowly under your shirt and grabbed you by the waist. They felled down, he squeezed your ass and pressed his lips against yours. You were already horny before the lap dance, but he didn’t know it.

You noticed Marco's eyes watching you through the balcony window, at the same time kissing Ana's neck. He smirked when your eyes met.

Alex stood up and walked into his bedroom. Your legs were around his waist, holding you tight so you couldn’t fall. He started to kiss your neck, his tongue traced over your breasts without touching the nipples and passed your navel. He teased you.

Alex forgot to close the door completely, so Marco heard your loud moan, when Alex finally reached your clit. Alex looked up to you and smirked. You took his head away from pussy, jumped on him and thrusted his thick dick into you, without warning him first. One short moan escaped his mouth. He glanced down at his cock and watched it disappear into your pussy again and again.

He let his head fall back and mumbled. "You're crazy"

,,Do you like what you see in the ceiling mirror, huh?’’ you asked him while making him a hickey on his neck. 

,,I could watch you for hours, elskede’’. You jumped harder and faster, hearing your buttcheeks clapping against his hips.

"Uh, yes." He groaned and smacked your ass with both hands.

He loved this roughness and couldn’t prolong his orgasm. You keeped the pace. Feeling his warm seed running out your pussy triggered yours.

He grabbed your chin and pulled you down. "Stick out your tongue" He bit into it and you whined. "Hush and kiss me!"

~~·······~~

Alex was still sleeping, when you stood up the next morning. You had to put his shirt on, because you didn't have any clothes with you. The shirt covered your ass and you didn’t wear underwear. Everyone was sleeping anyway so it didn't matter.

,,Do you want a cup of coffee?" You were frightened.

"What are you doing awake Marco?" Your nipples shimmered through the light fabric, so you tried to cover your breasts with your hands.

"I could ask you that as well" He poured himself a cup.

"I made too much and Ana is still sleeping. So do you want or not?’’ You took your cup and sat on the couch and saw Alex's belt laying on the floor.

Your shirt slipped up as exposing your butt cheeks unintentionally as you leaned forwards to pick it up.

,,I saw you having sex yesterday, he satisfied you well’’ He said in a jealous tone.

,,Weren’t you with Ana?’’

,,Ana was so drunk. She felled asleep little later."

You were so shocked that you didn't comment on it.

"I’m sorry, a gap was open and...-"

"and what?!" Your tone became brisk.

"- you were so sexy." You blushed.

"I won't tell anyone, don't worry.’’ He added.

You were confused. Did you like it or not?

Alex interrupted your thoughts. ,,Are you grabbing my girlfriend? Maybe you should ask for permission first.’’ He laughed.

Chapter III: I kissed you and you don’t even know

#alex høgh andersen #hvitserk #vikings #ivar the boneless #marco ilsø #alex&marco #valhalla #denmark #alex x reader #ivar x reader #marco x reader #hvitserk x reader

[quietresistance]

@riftmeanewverse​    ——    ( cont. )

“Well, if you mean the owl, I would say probably yes, though I’m no ornithologist. I would assume owls don’t tend to hoot quite like that until they’re older.”

He smiled, a little mischief in his green eyes.

“But if you mean me shushing you suddenly because I heard an owl and want to find it… then no, not particularly.”

Her eyes darted up to the side, staring at him without turning her head.  Seriously?  Shoving her hands in her pockets, she finally broke away her gaze with a roll of her eyes.  

“I do mean that.  You could’ve just said something.”  He could’ve but then he’d repeatedly shushed her like a child.  Perhaps it was silly but she’s still annoyed.  “Well, have you found your bird?”

#riftmeanewverse || hood #°• ◊ we're all stories in the end —— ( v: modern. ) #hehehe