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pinchinschlimbah · 1 month

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On "Coming Out" and Noel Fielding

I mentioned forever ago that I had this post in mind and then never got around to it, but now with the new interview quote I was yelling about recently it feels like a particularly good time to get it out of my brain and onto the page! tl;dr: musings on the concept of "coming out" as it has evolved over time, whether it's something that should continue to be necessary or expected of queer people, and why Noel is particularly inspirational to me in that regard since this is, after all, my brainrot blog. This may be extremely long and a bit disjointed but I hope some of y'all will enjoy it!

So a while ago myself and several friends were discussing the concept of coming out. All of us are some flavor of queer both in gender and orientation, but each is in a different place along their self discovery and identity journey, with some being long since out and proud, and others just starting to dip their toes into exploration past the expected cishet.

This discussion actually was prompted by a different discussion about Noel, spurred by comments we'd come across slamming him as being homophobic/transphobic on Bakeoff for making comments suggesting he has romantic or sexual attraction towards Paul, referring to himself with female-centric terms, playing female characters in the skits, and a particular moment where he brings up Old Gregg while talking to KimJoy and says "he was a sea transsexual....quite a demanding role for me" while laughing to indicate that that last part was said in jest. Hey fellas, is it homophobic/transphobic to be a little bit gay and trans? This got us talking about how the current culture of queer identity has evolved to the point where "coming out" feels more like something the public feels they're owed in order for them to view one's expression as valid, rather than its original purpose as something one does for themself in order to live most authentically. I don't think I need to go into detail about how many artists have been harassed by their "fans" into coming out before they were ready because people wouldn't accept the validity of that person's work without knowing exactly how that person identified, there've been plenty of articles and video essays and better written tumblr posts about that, but it's definitely a concerning trend. It can be particularly dangerous when it comes to people who aren't feeling confident or safe enough to come out, who end up being criticized and shunned by the queer community as being somehow problematic for not being able to fully articulate to a group of strangers the ways in which they're experiencing their identity. In this situation, the people who are struggling the most end up with the least support. Forcing people to either declare an identity or get out just leads to more people staying closeted out of fear of doing it "wrong" and never getting the chance to explore the most authentic and joyful versions of themselves, or even worse, feeling the need to out themselves before they're in a safe place to do so and suffering the resulting consequences. Questioning or cautious people deserve space in the community to experiment even if they haven't yet or maybe never will come out! My high school's Gay Straight Alliance was comprised entirely of "straight allies" when I was there. There was not a single "out" person in the school at the time. Nearly all of us in the GSA ended up being some flavor of queer or trans years later after graduation. But whether it was intentional closeting or just feeling an innate affinity towards something we couldn't quite pinpoint at the time, we all knew we belonged there and made that space for ourselves and others like us. Back when "coming out" first became a concept in the public consciousness, it was during a time where cishet identity was not just considered the default, but the only option. By coming out, queer people were giving genuinely revolutionary representation for themselves and others like them by telling the world that, as the old saying goes, we're here, we're queer, get used to it! Nowadays, we're lucky to live in a culture that is much more cognizant of queer identities being a thing, so in many cases coming out has become less about having to explain to those around you the basic concept of queerness existing, and moreso about which specific identity you fall under, and that's where things get messy.

My friends and I shared our own thoughts and experiences. One is currently identifying as "unlabeled" because they haven't found a term that feels correct yet, and therefore hasn't come out because they wouldn't know what to say. One spoke about how when they first came out they were much more insistent on what terms or pronouns people used for them but as time has gone on they've grown to find joy in being inscrutable and letting others wonder what they're perceiving. One expressed that given the state of the world they've been retreating somewhat back into the closet for safety reasons rather than being super outward with their queerness like they used to and is working on learning to embrace those parts of themself again. One said they felt like they'd already been existing as queer and expressing that queerness "before I even had the terms to come out to myself" and is now working on catching up on the conscious end of figuring out what's what. I myself never really had an official "coming out", I just became increasingly visually/socially/vocally queer as I became more and more confident in who I was and what I wanted to be and who I had on some level always been, and decided if people didn't get the hint that's their own problem. I came into consciousness of my queerness during the early 2010s original tumblr MOGAI microlabel boom, where there was a ton of focus on figuring out the hyper specific identity labels that exactly described what you were experiencing. I did a lot of digging and soul searching and experienced a lot of unnecessary stress trying and failing to find my perfect labels and landed on clumsy terms like "full time drag queen" because it was the closest I could get to what I was feeling about my gender, only to be told it was problematic for me to call myself that as an AFAB person because drag "belongs to cis gay men" (don't get me started on that statement, that's a whole other essay lol) It was a real wake up call once I distanced from these aggressively labeled and segmented online spaces and made my way into real world queer communities where I was relieved to find that in fact no one there asks to check your membership card before letting you in, if you feel like you belong there you're welcome no questions asked.

I had other people in these communities referring to me as "queer" and "fag" and "gay" and "queen" before I felt comfortable doing so myself based on online Discourse I'd experienced over who is Allowed to use certain terms, and having these community leaders I respected recognizing those things in me and welcoming me in like that gave me the confidence to really find my own footing in ways that attempting to find my exact correct identity label so that I could officially proclaim it never did. Once I could answer the question of what I was with a shrug and "queer I guess!" things became so much easier. Microlabels can be incredibly helpful and liberating for some, don't get me wrong if it works for you that's great, but let's not pretend that everyone is going to have the same experiences.

So anyway, back to Noel. Noel has never, to my knowledge, ever had any sort of official “coming out” or explicitly referred to himself as queer. So I know there are people out there who will disagree with me considering him to be queer. But so much of what he’s said and done throughout his several decades long career has indicated to me that this is clearly someone of queer experience navigating the world as such, and just as the queers in my local community welcomed me as one of them before I knew to do it myself, I extend that welcome forward.

Let’s take a look at some of the facts. In the public span of his career, Noel has.....(in no particular order, also if anyone wants to add additional instances of note in the reblogs or comments please feel free, this is by no means a fully comprehensive list) -repeatedly called himself "the woman of the Boosh" or Julian's/Howard's "wife" in ways that suggest that's how he actually felt about it rather than it just being a punchline that he was mistaken for female in the show [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] -referred to himself at the GQ "Man of the Year" awards as "never been a man" and "a sort of girl, he/she" -been referred to by Sandi Toksvig as being "on the cusp" in regards to gender, to which he reacts with amusement and acceptance -consistently expressed excitement and appreciation when others refer to him with feminine terms or say he looks like a girl [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] -said "I love being a man-woman, it's much more interesting than being one or the other" and expressed that the loved shooting the Boosh Electro episode for this reason -referred to Vince Noir (a character who he's been pretty open about being based on himself) as "wasn't seemingly one gender or the other" -expressed that he felt most free and happy when presenting femininely [2] -had Julian, one of the people closest to him, express that Noel and Sandi (an out lesbian) may have "real sexual chemistry" because Noel is "all over the shop, he's a different sex" -used the "Confuser" line of "Is it a boy? Is it a girl? I'm not sure I mind" to refer to himself rather than Vince, and express that he's had to work to find new ways to feel as androgynous as he'd like now that he's older -referred to himself as a lesbian [2] -said that he "sometimes looks in the mirror and sees a woman", in the same interview that Julian implies that Noel is in fact a girl -referred to himself as a "girl/boy" -consistently referred to himself with feminine terms on panel shows and bakeoff -made a joke on bakeoff about not being a testosterone-based person -responded positively when asked about the ways Boosh had influenced queer and nonbinary youth -has said he's "quite obsessed with the man/woman mixup thing" -has said if he was an animal he'd want to be a seahorse because the males get pregnant -Had Lee Mack, who Noel used to live with, refer to him as "the little transsexual one, yeah I think she's fantastic" in a Boosh documentary and "a young lady who came out here happy to be herself" in response to Noel's Wuthering Heights drag performance -had his own mother refer to him as "the daughter I always wanted" -described his own appearance as that of a "transsexual witch" and when an interviewer attempted to make fun of him for calling himself "a transgender witch" by showing Noel a drawing the interviewer clearly found repulsive, Noel responded that the interviewer was "holding up a mirror" and called the image his passport photo

And I'm not even going to bother citing sources on the countless times he's made comments suggesting romantic or sexual attraction towards men. Literally just watch any non-character appearance he's ever done, it's kind of his whole thing??? Not to mention his penchant for picking up explicitly queer and gnc character roles, and also just [gestures vaguely to everything Noel and Julian have said about each other suggesting romantic and sexual tension between them and how they used their characters as an excuse to explore those feelings in a less scary way, again that could be a whole other essay on its own but ooh boy] I also think there's something interesting to explore in the idea of Noel repeatedly referring to his appearance as transgender or transsexual rather than identifying himself as such- at what point does the appearance of something become reality?

It all begs the question- is it even a joke anymore if it's that consistent? Either it's not a joke and it's an authentic expression of his real feelings and experiences, or he for some reason really really wants everyone to believe that he's queer when he's not, with this behavior spanning back to a time before the concept of queerbaiting was on anyone's minds and when being publicly queer could mean the end of your career. Which scenario do you think is more likely? And, does someone who’s been conducting themself like this for their entire career really NEED to come out? Honestly, I find this level of simultaneous authenticity and inscrutability aspirational.

In this Velvet Onion interview from 2012, Noel compares his penchant for dresses to both Grayson Perry and Eddie Izzard. This is interesting because those two people represent pretty opposite intentions behind their presentation- Grayson identifies solidly as cis male, and for him the shock value of crossdressing is the point, saying “I signed up for a gender and I want them to be very clearly delineated so I know I’m dressing up in the wrong clothes.” This doesn't seem particularly in line with where Noel is coming from given him famously referring to himself as "the Confuser" and stating in that same Velvet Onion interview that he "never even bothered giving it a label, I never went oh I'm a transvestite, I just went yeah if I fancy wearing a dress I do, never really thought about it really" Eddie on the other hand has famously said "They're not women's clothes. They're my clothes, I bought them." indicating that they were a genuine part of her authentic expression rather than a crossdressing costume, and has subsequently over the years identified more and more solidly as transfemme. I find Eddie's trajectory particularly fascinating because it's been so non-linear. In the 90s when the language for transness was much less public knowledge, she referred to herself consistently as a transvestite- a cishet man who enjoyed dressing as a woman, as well as using terms like "male tomboy" and "male lesbian" and "a full boy plus extra girl". Despite doing most of her standup shows in femme looks, most of her acting jobs were male-presenting, and there was a period of time in the 2010s where she dropped the femme presentation entirely in an attempt to be taken more seriously as the "crossdressing" was seen by many as a gimmick. Swinging back around more recently, Eddie has been explicitly identifying as genderfluid and transfemme, and in recent years has made the decision to "be based in girl mode from now on", and use primarily she/her pronouns. Since this announcement, in her trans advocacy work Eddie has described herself as being "out" as trans since the 1980s despite all of the above. She always knew who she was, it's just she's gotten access to more accurate terms over time to describe what she was experiencing, as well as feeling more safe to do so the more that transness became a known and accepted concept in the public eye.

The interview I mentioned at the very start of this post isn't really a coming out from Noel. And I don't think we'll ever really get one from him. In my opinion Noel has spent the past several decades conducting himself as someone who is in fact already out- it’s pretty clear Noel knows and is proud of who he is regardless of how he chooses to describe that identity. At this point, making some sort of official statement would just be for the benefit of others looking for clarification on their own perception of him and people who want to be able to put him in one box or another, and that’s not what coming out should be. The statement in the new interview is not "I am genderfluid", its "I've always been genderfluid", simply putting an accurate name to what's always been publicly visibly true now that he's got the terms to do so.

#noel fielding #gender files #gender files masterpost #gay yelling #the mighty boosh #shouts into void #a lot of this could also apply to my other wife #but that discussion is way more of a minefield so I'm not touching that for now plus many more people already have

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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Lips anon! OOOHHH imagine another man getting touchy with the wife during soccer practice, and Miguel beats the living shit out of him lmao

👀👀

Miguel wasn't a violent man, but lately the subject before him was tearing his calm strings almost on purpose. You remained curt and polite towards him, avoiding as much small talk as possible with him, even made sure to show him that no man could actually compete against Miguel.

"Just ignore him" You had said to an apparently calm and serene Miguel that kept giving cold and warning glances at him.

The kids were away, doing a small routine and pre-work out before actually starting the game. Some of the parents took a turn into bringing the kids foods and snacks for later. It was your turn. You were unpacking the beverages in the cooler as Miguel was setting up the table with some lunchables and other baked goods you had prepared. Benjamin was spending a day with Peter and Mayday.

"I'll get the ice." The Parking lot was a few meters away from the field, away from the parents. You took the car's keys and walked over the trunk to get a few packages of ice.

"You need help?" The too familiar and raspy voice made you flinch in uncomfortableness.

"No, Thanks." Your voice was firm, the man, your allegedly fan, was a relative of Victor's dad. A cousin of the sorts. Despite having the previous clash, you somehow had worked it out just for the sake of Gabriela and the team. Still, you all kept your distance from each other to avoid any unnecessary interaction. Until, Alonzo, your fan approached.

"Ah, c'mon preciosa, those bags look heavy."

"Not your business anyways. Kindly, go away, you're making me uncomfortable."

Alonzo held his hands in defense, but your anger made one of the bags to slip and fall from your hands. Alonzo took the bag and touched your shoulder firmly

"Don't you fucking touch me! " You seethed loud enough as you flinched.

"Ay, corazón. You should be grateful that I'm helping you here. Look at the mess you're-"

A loud smack connected to his jaw, doubling him in pain as he stumbled on his feet. Alonzo struggled to keep on his feet as he fell on the floor.

"Como vuelvas a tocar a mi esposa, te rompo más que la puta cara, cabrón!" (If you ever touch my wife again, I'll not only fuck up your fucking face, dipshit.)

He growled as your eyes widened in shock. Some parents had witnessed the whole thing, some approached, Victor's dad included.

The kids were still in their practice, oblivious to the small fight that had broke out.

Alonzo was taken out of the field as Victor's dsd apologized, shame in his face. Alonzo still had the guts to actually threaten Miguel between broken mumbles.

The once familiar ambience dissipated, leaving a tense and awkward energy to linger. It had also been a shock to you, it was the first time in actually seeing Miguel so angry that he went physical on someone.

You remained quiet as you patched his swollen knuckles.

"You ok?" Despite him being the injured one, he asked for your well-being.

"Yeah. just... Let's forget it." your tone meek, as you gently applied ice on his hand.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #dad miguel o'hara #gabi o'hara #Soccer Family ⚽🕷️#mild angst #wife reader #💋 anon #t writes✨

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the-traveling-poet · 5 months

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hiiii i adore your writing!!! if you still do accept requests, i’d like it if you could write a something where reader who’s levi’s wife and also second in command and levi are in a meeting and she gets disrespected by another member of the special operation squad. and levi says something like “talk to my wife with respect or you’re talking with me instead”

Respect

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Commander Erwin had just given the order for the S.O.S. to take Eren Jeager to the old HQ building; to run tests and keep him out of the public eye.

As Captain Levi’s second in command, and trusted wife, it was your responsibility to help with plotting out the next moves for the titan boy’s training and safety over the next two weeks.

This sudden act of taking charge doesn’t sit well with those who don’t know your relation with the Captain.

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Pairings: Husband!Levi x Wife!Reader

Warnings: s2, language

taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

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A/N: ofc anon, and thank you so much! I had way too much fun writing Protective!Levi. Sorry for the wait!

As always if anything written doesn’t fit your preferences, I’ll happily rewrite.

Enjoy~

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“So! We’ve got some things to discuss.” You stated cheerily as you took a seat at the head of the table. Before you sat your fellow squad mates, all lounging about on the wooden chairs as they ate and drank with your newest member, Eren Jeager.

There had been a lot of turmoil throughout the ranks, as well as the masses, about the new Scout. A titan shifter; the first of his kind. Under Commander Erwin’s command, you’d followed after your Captain all the way from Trost, where the boy was being held, to the abandoned fortress of the original Survey Corps Headquarters. While hiding out here, it was your mission to learn more about this situation surrounding the young teen and find ways to apply it to the betterment of humanity. As well as the furthering of information previously gathered about the titans, much to Captain Hange’s delight.

As Levi’s second in command, you’d done all that you could to both follow orders and console the poor adolescent to the best of your abilities during these trying times. But recently, with all the work piling up for your dear Captain, you’d started to take on a more leading role within the squad rather than continuing to be the nurturing figure of the group.

Of course this was approved by your loving husband. While he helped take care of matters more political, you stepped in to handle more of the hands on matters. It worked out perfectly, you thought; you could help humanity and your husband by taking a stand. By no means were you a Captain yourself, but with your skill in taking charge, you might as well have been lately.

Organizing a stack of papers in your hands, you met the eyes of each of your squad members with a smile. With a quick reassuring nod to Eren, you began.

“Captain Hange has been given permission to start experimenting with Eren’s shifting abilities. We’ll be riding out tomorrow further into the countryside to keep out of the eyes of the public. Both for safety and privacy. I’ve mapped out a suitable place for us to practice and train Jeager while Captain Levi is away on business with the Commander, so by this time tomorrow I’ll need you all saddled up and ready to head out. We’ll start off slowly; just a couple hours out on the countryside to take notes and try out a few ideas Hange has written out for me.”

You slid a paper filled with Hange’s messy scrawling towards the center of the table for everyone to see while you sifted through your other handwritten notes.

“After that, we’ll return here by noon for a quick lunch before checking in with Captain.”

“Any other orders, Captain?” Oulo drawled out lazily, shooting you a look from the far end of the table.

“Captain?” You questioned with a tilt of your head.

“Might as well address you as such if yer gonna be givin out orders like one.” He continued on, now sitting up straight in his chair and lifting a teacup to his lips awkwardly.

“I-I’m only trying to stand in and help. Captain Levi’s been kept really busy lately, and as his second in command-“

“As you never fail to remind us. We’ve worked together for ages, Y/N.” Oulo’s comment left you speechless, suddenly feeling nervous as the center of attention.

“Knock it out, Oulo. She’s just trying to help.” Petra mumbled, keeping her eyes trained on her half eaten plate.

“Busy or not, I don’t see what gives her the right to order us around as if she chose this squad herself!” Oulo clicked his tongue in annoyance, shooting you another pointed look.

“Who among us placed you in charge of these operations anyhow?”

Unsure how to respond, you glanced down at your neatly stacked papers and fiddled with them nervously.

“Listen, I’m just trying to give Levi a hand-“

“Levi? You mean Captain Levi? Don’t disrespect him with informalities!” Oulo’s eyes widened in surprise and he took a stand, looking around at his fellow squad mates. Mentally cursing yourself for the slip up, you shook your head and tried to present a more stern expression.

“Oulo. I was asked to take this position in Captain Levi’s stead. I’ll be damned if I disregard orders due to a disagreement in the squad I’m to co-lead for now.”

“Orders from whom, L/N?” Oulo questioned in disbelief.

The door behind you creaked open, making you pause in your retort.

“Those orders would come from me, Bozado.”

Turning in your chair, you came face to face with Captain Levi himself. He hadn’t acknowledged you yet, instead settling for shooting a glare your comrade’s way. Oulo dropped his attitude immediately, bringing his arms up into a crips salute.

“Captain! I was under the impression you were out on business with the Commander!” He spluttered, going slightly red in the face.

“I was on my way to do just that, when an annoying conversation happened to catch my ear.” Levi took a step forward and placed his hands onto the back of your chair. Shooting you a quick reassuring look, he turned his attention to his squad.

“I’m the one to put Y/N in charge while I’m gone. If you’ve got a problem with that, then you’ve got a problem with my judgment. Care to elaborate on your issues, Bozado?” Leci raised his chin slightly, a silent challenge for the younger man to keep running his mouth. Gulping hard, Oulo tightened his salute.

“N-no sir! It’s just…We’re accustomed to taking orders from our Captain, not the second in command.”

“Well you’d all better get used to it. Cause if you’ve got a problem with my wife, then you’ve got a personal problem with me.” Levi threatened coldly, taking a moment to look each member of his squad dead in the eyes as they turned their attention elsewhere in fear.

All color drained from Oulo’s face, and his arms dropped to his sides. “W-wife?” he nearly whispered, shaky eyes shooting glances between the two of you.

“Yes, wife.” Levi’s tone was dangerously low as he removed his grip from the back of your chair. Walking around you, he stopped by your side and spared you another look. His eyes softened immediately as he searched your face for any sign of discomfort. Finding none, as you never felt any in your husband’s presence, he spared you a fleeting smile with his back turned to his squad.

“You’re doing wonderfully, love. I trust you to lead them for a bit while I’m gone. I’ll return soon.”

Much to everyone’s immense shock, he sealed his whispeded promise with a soft kiss to your parted lips, taking a moment to savor the blissful contact before he pulled away and faced his squad once more. His expression was back to being cold and calculating as he considered his next words carefully.

“I’ll be on my way now; but if I find out any of you dare speak to Y/N like this again, you’ll be speaking with me. Understood?”

Everyone nodded their heads in immediate understanding, shifting their gazes rapidly between the two of you.

“Good. Now; follow Y/N as you would me. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

With that Levi spun on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving the levels of tension in the room much higher than when he first entered. Gulping nervously, Oulo silently took a seat and barely managed to shoot you a more apologetic look.

“You never told us you were married…Married to him of all.”

Purposefully fidgeting with your wedding band, you offered him a small smile. “I suppose it just never came up. Perhaps or perhaps not per his request. But either way, we are heading out tomorrow morning for experimental training. And you heard my husband; no bullshit, and this will all go over smoothly according to plan.”

“Y-yes ma’am,” Oulo stammered out, averting his gaze after a swift smack to the back of the head from a scolding Petra. Grinning to yourself, you watched on in amusement as slowly but surley the atmosphere returned to its usual calm nature.

Catching Eren’s awestruck look, you shot him a sly wink of encouragement. Though you would most definitely miss your lover from your time apart, tomorrow would certainly prove to be fun.

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minkyungseokie · 19 days

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第一章| Getting the Job

warnings; age gap love(R: 23, S:39, T: 50), gxg, throuple, controversial age gaps, random German and Scottish pet names,

note; first chapter! Idk how many chapters this’ll have. I know it’ll include moodboards, smaus, blurbs, and specials that you guys can request!

note2; I don't really like Bianca, so she won't be appearing a lot in this series. I don't hate her, but I don't like her either. If you have an issue, don't complain, just stop reading ❤️

Taglist is open, but only for 19 more people

note3; I decided to give her cochlear implants because I want too. She’s deaf now

fc; imleslie(on a Chinese Instagram app called Xiaohongshu)

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Susie huffed, looking down at the sheer amount of paperwork she had on her desk. She wanted to grab a bite to eat, but she had so much to do and she needed a lot more help than what the employees around her can provide. She pulled out her phone and texted her husband, Toto, for some advice. She was a strong independent woman, but even strong independent women need a bit of advice from their spouses sometimes.

And what she got from him was beyond helpful.

A personal assistant.

She was going to hire a personal assistant to help her around the Academy. The list of requirements wasn't long, but it was specific and the requirements that were listed were important for the assistant to have or they wouldn't work well together. Susie typed out the application furiously, making sure that all her requirements were stated clearly and made sure that whoever was filling out the application knew what they were getting into. She made sure they knew what they would be doing, an estimate about the schedule, and what she expected of whoever applied.

Susie finished up and posted it to the F1 Academy website. She also made a Instagram post about it that was a joint post with the official F1 account and the FIA account. With a sigh and a satisfied smile, Susie closed her laptop and put it in her bag.

Now all she had to do was wait for the applications to roll in. She didn’t expect too many since a lot of people were only interested in watching F1 or were, since the fans were mostly men, protesting against the F1 Academy.

Y/n looked at the link that her sister, Rachel, had sent her. Y/n had told her that she needed a new job after finishing college and Rachel had sent her a bunch of applications to different jobs. They were all just random jobs she had found on the internet, which led to where she was now.

She was staring at an application to be a personal assistant to some billionaire's wife who was the leader of some academy for girls who like driving glorified go-karts. It paid more than any of the other jobs that Rachel had sent applications for. Y/n mumbled on her thumbnail, pondering whether she should aim high and apply for the PA job or should she just go for what she knows that she would be able to get.

Y/n was deep in thought when she was startled by the loud sound of her FaceTime ringtone, which happened to be one the songs from her brother's group. "Ah, shit!" Y/n yelled, nearly falling out of her chair, "Who the fuck?!" The dark haired girl growled, grabbing the phone off the table. "Hello?" Y/n answered, "Hey, Y/n. What are you up to?" The deep voice of her younger brother exited the phone as she set it up so he could see her.

"Ah, baby brother! How are you? Loving the new comeback." Y/n said, standing up to grab a bottle of water from her fridge. "I'm great. The comeback has been good so far. Have you heard the entire album?" Felix asked, "Yeah, of course." Y/n answered, sitting at the table once more. The two of them sat and talked about her brother's most recent comeback before the conversation turned to her.

"So, what've you been up to?" Felix asked, shoving what seemed like a chip into his mouth, "When did you get those?" Y/n questioned, pointing to the box of fried potato sticks. "Ah, Chan bright them to me a bit ago." Felix answered, shoving another one in his mouth, "Well, I was thinking..."

"Uh oh."

"Shut up, Lix. Anyway, I was thinking that now I finished University, I should get a new job. One that fits my expertise better, you know? So I asked Rach to help and she sent me some applications she found online..." Y/n said, looking at the open webpage. "Yeah?" Felix spoke, urging her to continue her words, "She sent me one for some F1 Academy. It pays well and I fit the requirements, but..."

"But what?" Felix urged, "I don't know what the F1 academy is and it's in Monaco." Y/n sighed. "Where's that?" Felix questioned, "It's, like, right beside Italy, I think." Y/n answered, "Okay, so what's the issue? It sounds like a good opportunity." Felix said. "I don't want to move away from our parents and sisters." Y/n set her head on her hand, using it as a way to keep her head up, "I don't think mum and dad would want you to hold back for them. Neither would Rachel and Olivia. They would want you to go. They wanted me to go." Felix spoke up.

"Felix, that's because it was your dream. Your dream was to be an idol, so of course they weren't going to hold you back from doing it." Y/n groaned. "Y/n it doesn't matter whether it's your dream or not. It's a better job opportunity for you until you're able to start modeling the way you want." Felix suggested.

Y/n thought about it. It would be nice to make money until she finds a modeling agency that wants to sign her because waiting around for something to happen won't make her any money. She needed to pay rent and keep herself fed, plus, from what she researched about Monaco, they did not collect personal income tax or capital gains taxes. There were no property taxes in Monaco, but rental properties were taxed at 1% of the annual rent plus other applicable charges.

Monaco sounded like a dream. She really didn't think that places like that existed, but knowing that she'd keep every penny of her hard earned money sealed the deal. Y/n applied for the PA position and closed her laptop, "Okay, now to wait." Y/n let out a breath as she looked around her house.

There was no way she wouldn’t be getting the job. She was once an extremely popular Formula Two driver before she ended up quitting. She had met the likes of so many old Formula One drivers who were excited to see her race alongside them when she was ready, but she unfortunately couldn’t continue due to her mother not having enough money for her to have a seat and unfortunately no sponsers wanted to sponsor her.

Y/n stood up and threw her water bottle away. She hadn’t kept up with Formula One since she had left Formula Two and she was kind of curious how her friends from karting and F2 were doing. They were obviously doing better than her since they refused to keep in contact with her, but it’s alright. She could barely remember anything about them anyway so it didn’t matter. It did when she was younger though.

After she left and they stopped talking to her, she felt like everything was falling apart for her. She was living in the UK at the time, but decided to come back to Australia to be near her half siblings and step mother and start her career in modeling or something in the industry. Of course, her plans to model next to the likes of the Hadid sisters or other popular models, had fallen through and she had only become famous as the half sister of Felix Yongbok Lee, the freckled cutie with a deep voice of the famous Korean pop group, Stray Kids.

Y/n pulled out her phone and ordered some food, hoping that it wasn't a bad decision to put in only one application for a job that might be out of reach for her.

Oh well.

It had been a week since Y/n had sent in the application and she had been waiting for the call back. She was sitting on her couch, staring at the large flat screen TV that was playing a Sidemen Reacts video that popped up on her feed while shoveling hwachae* into her mouth when the sound of another song from her brother's band rang through the air. Y/n picked up her phone with the spoon hanging from her lips and looked at the screen.

It was an unknown number. Y/n didn't usually answer the calls of numbers she didn't know, but something within her told her to answer it, so she did. After pausing the video, Y/n hit the green button on the screen and put the up to her ear, "Uh, hello?" Y/n answered, accent thick. "Uh, hello. Is this Miss Y/n L/n?" A sweet feminine voice that was paired with a Scottish accent, asked, "Uhm, yes. This is her. How may I help you?" Y/n asked, setting the bowl onto the table and sitting up straight. "Yes, this is about the application you put in for the PA position at the Formula One Academy." The woman said.

Y/n sat there for a hot minute before her eyes widened, "Oh! Yes, ma'am. What about it?" Y/n asked, "I wanted to call and let you know that we are interested in having you in the position, but first we need to schedule an interview. Is there a specific time that you're available?" The woman asked.

"Uh, I'm currently living in Australia and not moving to Monaco until a next month." Y/n said. Truthfully, she didn't want to being that up, but she knew that it would be suspicious if she scheduled the meeting so far away. She knew that the fact she was living in Australia could possibly ruin her chances of securing such a good job, but she just didn't have it in her to lie to the very sweet sounding woman.

"Okay, um, I'll be right back. Hang on tight." The lady said, "Okay, ma'am." Y/n said. Once the woman put her on hold, Y/n put the phone on speaker, muted herself, and continued to watch her video until she heard something from the woman on the other line.

"Uh, hello?" The woman's voice spoke up. Y/n paused her video and quickly unmuted herself, "I'm here." Y/n spoke up. "Okay, so, we usually wouldn't do this, but we really think you'd be a good fit for the position, so I'll tell you what. Save this number. My name is Susie Wolff. Once you're moved into Monaco and finally settled down, give me a call." The woman, Susie, said. "Okay, thank you, Mrs. Wolff. I'll call you once I'm in Monaco." Y/n said, "Alright. See you then. Bye." Susie said before hanging up.

Y/n looked down at her phone with wide eyes before jumping up and onto her couch with a large smile, "I got it! I got it!" Y/n cheered loudly, jumping up and down as if she was a child on a super bouncy bed. "Holy shit, I have to let Felix know." Y/n said, jumping down from the couch and grabbing her phone, which fell out of her hand after she jumped up onto the couch. Instead of calling him, she texted him since she never knew his schedule.

누나- Noona? 아, 누구세요?- Oh? Who are you? 현진- Hyunjin 릭시에게 전화기 좀 주실래요?- Can you give Lixie the phone please

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

Y/n quickly went to the room that held the boxes that she would use to pack away her things and smiled. It was never too early to begin packing.

Susie cheered. She had finally found the person she was looking for after a week. She was super lucky that she had decided to continue searching through the online applications rather than giving up on looking at the mediocre applications and deciding to hold a hiring fair or something.

Not only was Y/n L/n the most perfect candidate for the PA position, but she had the most relaxing and attractive voice Susie had ever heard other than her husband's.

Susie cleared her throat and looked at the work she had on her computer. She had never been as excited as she was now other than the time when she found out she was pregnant, had Jack, and started the Academy. Okay, she had been this excited before, but this is different. She can tell that she was going to be good friends with Y/n and shoe couldn't wait to work with the younger woman.

This was going to be fun

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eternityracha · 17 days

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MOONLIGHT ⋆˙ hwang hyunjin.

— fem reader insert.

“you could hold moonlight in your hands. ‘til the night i held you. you are my moonlight.”

— enemies to lovers. secret identity. fake dating.

— historical romance

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many people wanted to be him, while others wanted him.

hyunjin, first son and the prince of the hwang family, has always disliked his popularity. attending balls was pointless. he didn’t want to become king.

y/n’s family focused on their royal duties, working for different families around their town.

she wanted to be independent and follow her own dreams. her family believes that her dreams are unrealistic, but she wants to prove them wrong.

they both had one thing in common.

wanting to truly be themselves.

— ꨄ —

CHAPTER ONE

“do i have to go?”

your mother admired the long pink-satin dress you wore in front of the mirror. as much as you loved the dress, you weren’t excited for tonight’s ball.

“yes, dear. your aunt spent a lot of time making this dress for you.”

the ends of your hair was curled and your makeup was done, as you applied an extra amount of blush.

as you looked at the time, the ball was starting soon. your mother took you to these events every month. you hated them.

at these balls, several attendees had the opportunity to potentially meet their future spouse.

you currently weren’t interested in being in a relationship.

i wish this day was over with already.

—

walking into the familiar setting, the ballroom was filled with new and previous attendees. the room had a scent of citrus and was covered in beautiful decor.

immediately, you found your bestfriend sitting at the nearest table. after saying hi to him, you sat down, watching the attendees dance to the jazz music playing.

you noticed that most of the girls in the room wore sky blue dresses and had their hair pinned up in a bun or ponytail.

“was the dress code today blue and no one told me?” you joked, turning to face your bestfriend, felix.

“prince hyunjin is here. there’s a lot of attendees who want to marry him, so they’re wearing his favorite color.. to impress him, i guess.” felix shrugged.

you knew about the hwang family, but didn’t have interest in them. the family only attends the balls three times a year, which isn’t much considering the fact that the balls are monthly.

prince hyunjin was tall, handsome, and good at everything. families wanted their sons to be like him. girls wanted to marry him and become queen.

however, even with hundreds of girls wanting to marry him, he still hasn’t found a wife.

“really?! that’s ridiculous.”

the dancing in the room stopped as the crowd formed groups. the families stood on the right and left side while all of the first daughters stood in the middle.

you knew your parents were looking for you, as they wanted you to also marry prince hyunjin. you weren’t interested.

you were able to avoid this for the past two balls, making this one the third.

“you’re sneaking out from the ball again?” felix asked, as he finished his appetizer.

you nodded, “yeah, don’t tell anyone you saw me.” showing you a thumbs up, felix kept his word.

luckily, the crowd was focused on the hwang family, as the king, made a speech and thanked the attendees for attending the ball.

8:00PM

outside, there was a balcony that had a perfect view of the stars. usually, you stayed there until the ball was over.

felix used to come on the balcony with you, until both of your families noticed that you and him weren’t at the ball.

your families were upset about it and talked about it non-stop for days. since then, you and felix stopped going to the balcony together.

a few minutes later, someone comes on the balcony and stands next to you. looking over, the guy had long blonde hair with a masquerade mask covering his face.

you’ve never seen him before, odd. there was awkward tension in the air, so you decided to start a conversation.

“so.. what’s your name?”

he ignored you.

okay fine, maybe he doesn’t want to talk.

“aren’t you supposed to be inside, preparing for proposals?”

you turned to him, glaring at him in disbelief. you couldn’t believe he just asked that! you crossed your arms and rolled your eyes at him.

“why do you even care?”

and why is he hiding his face?

“why else would you be at this ball?”

i had no choice.

“look, i don’t know who you are but i’m not here to become queen, get married, or whatever. i’m just here with my family.”

before he could turn away, one of the assistants from the hwang family appears on the balcony. the woman had a low bun and an all black uniform. there was worry on her face.

“excuse me, my apologies for interrupting your conversation. the hwang family doesn’t know where prince hyunjin is and has pushed back the proposals for tomorrow. if you’ve seen him, please contact us.” she shows a warm smile, not even waiting for our responses, and walks away.

prince hyunjin wasn’t at the ball?

all of a sudden, the guy is standing much closer to you. “can i trust you?”

“how could i? i’ve only known you for five minutes.”

“okay, so i know you won’t care then and tell people about this.”

what’s he talking about?

the guy lifts up his mask, revealing his entire face. you gasped, surprised at who you see. you weren’t expecting this at all.

he’s prince hyunjin!

— ꨄ —

author’s note

~ hi, i decided to make this a chapter au, so there’s a storyline to follow.

~ this au is inspired by bridgerton, which is one of my favorite shows!

~ romance will happen soon. this story starts with the enemies to lovers trope.

chapter 2

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exitpursuedbyavulcan · 2 months

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What is Broken!Aemond NSFW Alphabet

All of this applies specifically to the Aemond that is featured in my series What is Broken. Therefore, he is only discussed in his relationship with his wife (Wifey) and Alys. I'm going to do my best to not unintentionally spoil anything.

This may be the first NSFW alphabet to make people both horny and angry...

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

With Wifey, Aemond is an aftercare king. He showers her with praises, kissing every inch of her face while he holds her tight against his chest. He'll help her clean up then fall asleep with her in his arms, still murmuring praise in her ear.

With Alys, there isn't a lot of aftercare. He either gets up and leaves with a curt "thank you," or just roll over and tries to sleep. Every time he sleeps with Alys, he is flooded with a guilt that basically immobilizes him for about half an hour. Sometimes he cries, and sometimes he gets so mad at himself that he calls Alys back and fucks away his frustrations until he's so tired he passes out as soon as he cums.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Aemond has two favorite parts of Wifey. First, he loves her eyes. The same deep brown as Alicent's, he feels like it makes her softer and warmer somehow. Second, he loves her hands. He's always held her hand, since before they became romantically involved. Now, her hands do so many other wonderful things.

His favorite part of Alys (other than her big titty goth gf titties) is how little she looks like Wifey. It helps him not think about what he's doing to her while he's with Alys.

His favorite part of himself is his lips. There is very little he likes better than worshiping Wifey with his mouth, kissing every inch of her he can.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Always inside, whether its a mouth or a cunt. When he's close, his brain just shuts down, so he never has the forethought to cum anywhere else.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

I mean... Alys.

But other than that, he did used to go a little further with Wifey than he technically should have before they got married (see here for an example).

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Before Alys, he had like two or three techniques down pat, and not much beyond that. If Alys did anything positive, she at least taught him a little bit more.

F= Favorite position

With Wifey, missionary. He wants to be able to see her face and kiss her. Plus, he loves how it makes him feel like he's protecting her, surrounding her.

With Alys, he likes anything where he doesn't have to look directly at her face.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

1,000,000% serious.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He doesn't trim the silver bush, but he keeps it clean.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Almost sickeningly romantic with Wifey. Fully rough with Alys - there's no love there, just sex.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Before he and Wifey got married, he had to take care of himself pretty often. But after, he could just go to her whenever he was in the mood and she'd be happy to help. Up until she started getting really sick at the start of her pregnancy, she never refused him.

After he started things with Alys, it was basically the same thing.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Wants to fuck Wifey while on dragonback, but she's never agreed to it.

Nothing with Alys, its straight to the point.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

With Wifey, he prefers their bed. He's also enjoyed it on their couch, on the rug in front of the fire, and in the bath. They once, and only once did the deed outside their rooms - in a dark alcove in the hall right after they got married. They simply couldn't wait for the official bedding.

But he'll fuck Alys wherever. He always makes sure they're alone, but he's never patient enough to wait until they're in a specific place before taking her.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Literally anything Wifey does has the potential to set him off. He's just horny for her 24/7.

With Alys, it's not really anything about her, but rather himself. Any time his emotions are high, he's ready.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

There's nothing he wouldn't do if Wifey asked him to.

He always refused to kiss Alys.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Could live off eating Wifey's pussy, tbh. He's sloppy and overeager, but it works for her. He was hesitant to let her blow him, as he thought it might feel demeaning, but when she begged, he folded instantly.

Asked Alys for it, but never returned the favor.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

He's usually slow with Wifey until he's close, then he jackhammers a bit.

Since there's no romance with Alys, he goes as fast as he can.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

He's tried quickies with Wifey before, but he gets caught up in the moment and slows down so he can take his time.

Every encounter with Alys is a quickie.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

If Wifey asked him? Absolutely.

Alys proposed a few new things, but he refused.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

With Wifey, he lasts pretty long because he specifically paces himself to go as long as possible. He doesn't really know how many rounds he could go, because Wifey always gets tired before he does.

For Alys, he only does more than one round if he gets frustrated again.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Nope.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Enjoys riling Wifey up, but he usually gives in before she does.

Doesn't tease Alys, and got so mad when she tried to tease him that she never tried it again.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Praise, moans, whimpers, and florid declarations of love are the standard with Wifey.

With Alys he's either entirely silent or he growls and rants the whole time about whatever got his emotions going.

W= Wild card (random canon of any sort)

Once fell asleep while he was going down on Wifey because he felt so warm and safe between her thighs.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

A real beauty, his cock. Long enough to reach all the right places and girthy enough to give that perfect stretch.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

He's 20, it's high.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He never falls asleep before Wifey. He want to make sure she has everything she needs first. So he only tries to sleep after she's already sleeping.

With Alys, he's either kept up by his guilt or so exhausted he falls asleep immediately.

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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Just the Fingertips

Pairing: Maomao x Jinshi

Tags: nsfw, smut, future fic, kissing, self-esteem issues, first time, semi-public sex, grinding, erections, clit stimulation, jealousy, protectiveness

Word count: 2.9k

Ao3

A/N: These two are gonna be the most badass couple when they get together.

“Are you sure you need to go to this event? Didn’t I pay your debt already?” Jinshi loosely embraced Maomao from behind, his chin leaning against her head.

“My debt isn’t the issue. They’re short on servers, a few of their usual ladies came down with colds. All around the same time. Funny how they all seemed to spend a lot of time around each other.” She could already deduce why all of them developed the same illness. Close relationships like that weren��t uncommon in the Verdigris House.

“Hmmm. I don’t like the thought of you spending time around lecherous men.” His hold on her small frame tightened, clearly feeling a little more possessive now that the two were finally dating. It took over three years but they were finally at that stage.

Jinshi couldn’t have been happier. He flaunted their relationship, holding Maomao’s hand at every opportunity and telling everyone about his cute and smart apothecary soon-to-be-wife. They hadn’t talked about that part yet but there was no one else Jinshi could imagine marrying. “You’re acting like a child.” He often presented himself as older then he was, trying to fit into a role. When he let his walls down was when Maomao liked him the most. “No one will so much as touch me. It will be optional but-”

“Optional?!” Did he hear that right? “Just what kind of event is this?!”

“One of the high-ranking officials expressed interest of buying someone of the Verdigris House. However he hasn’t yet decided on who it would be. He wanted a… wider sample then what he’s already seen. No one has to attend if they choose not to but they all know that many of his friends are just as rich is not richer. It’s a good opportunity to get new patrons. Naturally my sisters will be attending as well, but only as performers.” The Princesses have more then enough visitors, although their presence alone is sure to get them a few new ones at least.

“Can anyone attend this event?”

“Anyone with enough money. Why do you ask?” Maomao untangled from his embrace to look over the things she’s packed. Jinshi didn’t respond. Oh. “Jinshi, do you honestly think I would let another man lay a finger on me?”

“No, and if they did they’d lose it. But it’s been such a long time since I’ve seen you in your courtesan outfit. If other men get to see it then so should I.” Jealous. He was jealous. Of something that hasn’t even happened yet. “Plus... Maybe if I behave myself and you’ll let me have a sample of you too.”

“Guh!” A chill ran down her spine as she looked into his hooded eyes.

They hadn’t gone that far yet. Only making out and heavy touching. She could always feel how hard he was but he never insisted or pushed for anything. Given that he was such a pervert before she figured Jinshi would have gotten her pregnant already.

There was also the fact that if they did have sex she had no experience to speak of. She knew many things, many tricks to make any man or woman lose their minds to pleasure, both in company and on their own. She only tried a few of those on her own when the pressure was too much to ignore. Sex with someone else wasn’t something that interested her until very recently and only if she thought about having it with Jinshi. Would she be any good in practice as she is in theory?

It was a question that weigh heavy on her mind as Meimei applied makeup on her face.

"You're thinking so loud I can hear you." Joka commented as she embraced her from behind as she so often liked to do. All three of her sisters made sure to spend at least some time with her when she came to visit. Her purpose was more of a business one this time but still, they wanted to be the ones to help her get dressed. "What's bothering you?"

"Nothing."

"Liar." Meimei grinned at her as she pulled back to examine the work of art that was Maomao's makeup. "Is it something at the palace? The Emperor's kids? Jinshi?" Since Jinshi began dating Maomao her sisters didn't bother addressing him by his royal title.

"Is he being good to you?" Pairin chimed in when she saw the brief look of hesitation on Maomao. Joka tightened her hold protectively and Maomao knew damn well her sisters wouldn't hesitate to throw hands at Jinshi if he hurt her.

Was she really about to ask this? Then again who better to ask?

"He insisted on attending tonight." She tried not to bite her lip and ruin her sister's hard work. "The two of us have yet to go all the way. I know he wants to, he's wanted to for a while but all he ever does is try to tease me when we're in bed. I think he has expectations that I... don't know if I can fulfill. He'd probably have a much better time if he married one of you three." All her insecurities came flooding out and once and she was left with uncomfortable beats of silence.

It was Meimei who spoke up first. "Maomao, it's at times like this that I wonder how smart you really are." She took one of Maomao's hand in hers, "Medicine and poison. Those are some of your strengths. Are they useful in bed? Sure, under certain circumstances." Pairin giggled knowingly.

"If you think Jinshi would choose any of us over you then you might be a bit sick right now." Joka's hand rose up to press against Maomao's forehead, also pushing her closer to her.

"Men come to us for company and sex. If that was all that Jinshi wanted he wouldn't have gone to such lengths for you. He's a handsome man with both money and power. Could have spent it on anyone. Yet," Pairin pointed at her little sister, "he choose you to be his future wife. Maomao, I've seen what people look like when they're deeply in love. That look? I see it every time Jinshi looks at you."

Maomao could feel her face heat up at the truth of those words. Her sisters were right, Jinshi wouldn't care about her skills, the man would probably come undone as soon as she touched him from his happiness alone.

What a lovely image.

A bit too much so if the way her heart kept beating on her way to the lavish home. She had her sisters for company, she knew Jinshi would be there too. But that was the problem. After the things she's revieled how could she act normal around her boyfriend?

The moment she saw him sitting all alone in a darker corner she felt a flood that was equally guilt and arousal. Guilt that she ever thought that someone who looked at her like she was the only person in the room would even consider sleeping with someone else. And arousal because the thoughts of something happening between them tonight wouldn't leave her mind.

She, like her sisters and everyone else kept things casual and friendly through the first round of song, dance and drinks. Jinshi's eyes were only on her, the only time he looked away was to be polite when drinks or snacks were served to him, and of course to decline unwanted advances, of which there were many.

Jinshi was always sexy, she knew that from the very first moment she saw him.

"Little lady, want to join us for a drink?" Maomao looked at the table she was serving. They looked like soldiers, youtful, with a strong build. Glorified bodyguards probably.

To stay polite she poured them each a new drink and declined, "I'm already spoken for." For forever. She saw their faces drop and they were about to speak again when Maomao looked Jinshi's way just in time for him to invite her over. "Excuse me, but please do help yourselves to other company." Her glance held a little too much warning. The group collectevly gulped and nodded, silently promiseing to behave.

Maomao walked to Jinshi's table. It was smaller and partially hidden away by the dimmer light and a red, silky courtain.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" Jinshi smiled as he leaned his face in his palm.

"Every time I've been here." Jinshi nodded at her and offered his hand. Maomao hesitated only for a moment, studing his face. He had that relaxed air around him that she liked so much. Here he wasn't a Prince, he was Jinshi, her future husband. She could trust him.

Taking his hand she allowed him to pull her close to his lap. He kissed the top of her head as she leaned against him with her back, his larger frame slouching against her. By the looks of things what they were doing was rather tame by comparison of some heated kisses Maomao had spotted.

It wasn't unusual for things to escalate when touching was allowed although no one went all the way. It was foreplay to the ladies eventually leading their lovestruck cousumers to bed. A game of cat and mouse.

"Maomao." Jinshi spoke in a low tone. "Someone wants to come this way."

She didn't notice them being stared at by a group of women. They were older than her, perhaps her sister's age. Bigger... in many places. And looked at Maomao like she just killed their pet.

Well in a way she did. All women in the red light dictrict were well aware of where they stood in society. Yet some had more standing then others, and sought to exploit it and get even higher, toying with and breaking the hearts of those who visited them. Jinshi, as much as he could try to hide it was a man of high standing. Beautiful and with money he was the mouse, and those women were the cats.

But so was Maomao.

She felt exceptionally petty tonight. Jinshi had an influence on her. Maomao looked up at him but he was already half-way to her lips. His fingers brushed against her chin, his eyes locking with hers for a moment before closing them. Her's remeined open to look at the group of onlooking women who seemed to hate her even more now.

"The color sticks." She whispered against his lips. The red lipstick was indeed smeared against both their lips. Jinshi didn't seem to mind.

"Shall I give it back?" He leaned back a little and let his hands run against her sides. "On other places perhaps."

Her body got hotter, she coukd feel her heart beating and she wanted him to feel it too. Steeling her nerves she took his hands and pushed them against her breasts. Jinshi let out a surprised gasp. "Sorry there's not much to grab."

"What are you talking about Maomao? They're perfect." Jinshi kept one hand on the outside but slipped the other one under Maomao's clothes, his hand palming over her whole breast. "I wouldn't want you any other way."

Based on what she usually saw it was hard to believe that. "Most men prefer them bigger."

"I prefer my Maomao." Jinshi smiled against her shoulder, moving the remaining clothes out of the way. "Is it okay to touch here too?" Two rough fingers slipped between her legs but he didn't move them further then her thighs.

Maomao gulped. Her eyes scanned the room once more. She could hardly ask for much more privacy then she already has in this dark corner. Lucky for her, and her pride and dignity, no one was paying attention to them, not even those women who were now busy with their own clients.

For her this far more then a part-time job. This was the first time she'd let her lover... Jinshi, to touch her in such a way. The first time any man would touch her in such a way actually.

After a deep breath in and out she parted her legs, his hand cupping her pussy with ease. "You can touch me there. And inside too."

Jinshi's hands twitched at that. The one on Maomao's breast pressed back too hard causing her to bite back a moan. She might get fucked by him but she refused to go out of her way to put on a show. But again, like before, the music and the song drowned out her noise, making it one only Jinshi was privlidged enough to hear.

"I won't go inside you. That should be saved for a more private affair." He wasn't fooling her with his sweet and kind words. She could feel his hard cock pressing and pulsing below her. It wanted her, he wanted her and if he were a different kind of man he would have fucked her over the table.

But if he were a different kind of man Maomao wouldn't have fallen in love with him.

With her legs spread enough for him to move his hand as he wanted she let her head fall against Jinshi's chest. Oh. His heart was racing too.

Two fingers spread her open while the third moved down to the enterance of her pussy, circling and pushing in just a tiny bit to get the wetness going. Maomao only had experiance with her own hands and fingers and they were so much thinner than Jinshi's. But his were more gentle, giving away his mostly pampered lifestlye.

He was a hard worker, yet his hands always remained delicate, fitting of someone of his high station. Maomao didn't mind this, he was her opposite and she loved him for it. He completed her.

Once she had his cock inside her he will trully complete her. She could never imagine doing so with anyone else.

Hell she couldn't have imagined herself doing this with him a few years ago. Before she shivered from his fake persona, his flirty nature and beauty that hid all his sorrow. Now that she knows the real him she welcomes his touch, embraces it even.

Now if only he would stop teasing.

Or could it be... "Jinshi, do you not know where the clitoris is?"

"What?! Of course I do, I took my lessons in human anatomy seriously. And..." He went quiet, his hand falling still, "I found it before."

"Have you?" Maomao wasn't about to scold him about having slept with women before her. Why should she? Jealousy seemed pointless given that Jinshi looked at her, only at her for years now. "I need a demonstration otherwise I might suspect you're lying to me."

Jinshi pressed his lips together, pouting at the doubt Maomao cast at his skills. If she wanted a demonstration he would give her one.

His fingers stopped just above her clit, then tapped it twice. Both taps made Maomao's hips twitch. Like him, she was touch-starved, but she had more of a lid on her needs. It was hard for her to be honest with them, with him, at least when it comes to more intimate things.

But she was slowly learning how and accepting her own lust for him.

One hand between her legs, the other on her breast, Jinshi leaned against her shoulder as he moved. Maomao bit the inside of her cheek as Jinshi's two fingers trapped and rolled her clit between the tips, mirroring what his other fingers were doing to her nipples.

As for her own hands Maomao slapped them over her mouth. Muffling her moans she tried to keep her body still, but it was responding to the intoxicating touches. She finally understood what her sisters meant when they spoke about men feeling different. Maybe it was just Jinshi for her but his touch made her feel like she was in fire.

Jinshi's middle finger reached down to Maomao's pussy entrance and gathered some of the wetness and proceeded to roll it over her clit, making it wetter, slippery and sensitive to his touch.

It never felt like this. Every nerve ending in her body felt like it was burning up. The only thing that could make it stop was poking her in the ass. Maomao was seconds away from telling him to fuck her over the table. These thoughts were something she had while she was asleep, when she touched herself, now they feel even more intense, almost overwhelming.

This feeling... was she close? Jinshi's breath warmed her neck, breathing fast, grunting as Maomao rolled her ass against erection.

She was getting him all hot and bothered and she wasn't really doing much. He was getting off from seeing her coming. She was right before, he was so cute. And he was about to make her-

"Jinshi!" Maomao moaned his name against her hands, her hips thrusting upwards, rolling her clit against his fingers with no control or care.

"Maomao." He breathed against her neck, quickly kissing it to muffle his own noises. There was a wet stain on his clothes spread, his cock twitching but luckily Maomao was the only one who knew. "Looks like... I found it."

"So you did. Good work Jinshi." Maomao patted him on the cheek for a job well done.

He glowed, happy as a puppy at her small praise.

Jinshi pulled her clothes back in place and wrapped his arms around her, laughing a little loudly and just now catching the attention of a few people. When they looked at them they saw two people in love, blushing for each other and cuddling. Maomao turned her reddening face away and quickly turned to press it against Jinshi's chest.

Somehow having people stare at them while they were a lovey-dovey couple was more of an embarrassing moment then her coming from his fingers just moments before. She would work on that first one in the future.

#kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #maomao #jinshi #jinmao #smut fanfiction

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jymwahuwu · 10 months

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YOUR YAN! JING YUAN FAKE DATING IS *CHEF KISS💋💋*

Anywayy do you have any thought for yan! Jing yuan and yanqing's tutor reader😋😋

OH MY GOD YANQING IS FALLING BEHIND IN HIS ACADEMIC SCORE? ugh this is what u get from too much sword practice‼️ that's okay tho, daddy Jing Yuan will hire the best tutor for this best boi and the tutor is happen to be you‼️ cuz you reader are the best😍. Hmm? Why is Jing Yuan keep staring at you tho? It makes you uncomfy while teaching Yanqing how to do algebra (or any other subject I hate math smh)‼️Nah don't think to much bout it~ Jing Yuan just wanna make sure Yanqing learn diligently💪🏻 weird, but you didn't even see him bat an eye to Yanqing. Whatever it's not too concerning anyway🤷🏻‍♀️

WOHOOO GREAT YANQING'S SCORE RAISE A FEW NUMBER! GOOD JOB DEAR TUTOR. But it seems like he still struggling to understan a few topics according to Jing Yuan😰🤨 ofc you can help him, but it really is tiring to walk from ur house to his mansion💔💔 Don't worry you can sleep in Jing Yuan's mansion as long as you want‼️‼️‼️Isn't that great? Many would kill just to get his approval🥳

Hmm? How long has it been since you agree to sleep here? A month❓ Two month❓Three❓ Yanqing already on top of his class, why do he need your tutor⁉️ UHM AND WHY IS HE CALLING YOU HIS MOTHER TOO😰 WHY HE SUDDENLY SAID JING YUAN WILL MARRY YOU❓ YOU NEVER AGREE TO THIS DID YOU😰😱‼️‼️

Ofc you'll agree right? Right❓ After all, Jing Yuan doesn't quite like it when there's someone who argue with his decision☹️

TW: yandere, manipulation, forced marriage

Sorry I took so long to reply to this, your emojis are so cute! 😂 Tutor reader☺️😳 There is a lot of potential here, Jing Yuan loves you for being kind to Yanqing. You find this job ad on a job site, and it says the employer will pay for the accommodation. Reasonable salary and conditions! You applied for the job and were taken to…Xianzhou Luofu? Wait, the general's mansion? You meet the child named Yanqing who needs to be taught. You're confused about his relationship with the general - Yanqing looks more like his son than the guard. A somewhat arrogant but polite kid who is eager to prove himself.

General Jing Yuan tells you that you need to teach him [your best subject], and it would be better if you can teach him some virtues and principles. This child did not receive systematic education, and likes to practice swords, so the score is not as good as before😗 At the same time, he also noticed that you are always loving and friendly to children, and gradually attracted to you. In the past, only he and Yanqing practiced swords and played in the mansion, but now your laughter echoes on the grass. Yanqing has an attachment to you now. He even accidentally called you mom in front of him (while you were not there), Jing Yuan immediately corrected him. Yanqing lowered his head in frustration. He began to think about the possibility of you becoming his wife and Yanqing's mother.

Jing Yuan purposely does not send any spaceship to pick you up to the mansion, and you have to take public transportation for more than two hours each time to work. So, when he proposed that you could live in his mansion and said that there are many guest rooms here, you agreed. Jing Yuan arranged the softest luxurious bed (and next door to his room), gorgeous big bathtub and cosmetics. There's even a holographic walk-in closet, you just pick the clothes you want to wear and the system will arrange them for you. You feel a little disturbed, even flattered, by these treatments. You are just a child's tutor, why does the general treat you like a distinguished guest? Jing Yuan is always reassuring you, telling you that's how Xianzhou treats guests, and saying subtle, flirtatious things. You have a vague feeling of being watched while you sleep.

Unconsciously, you have lived in his mansion for more than half a year😊One day, the servants measured the dress for you and asked about the wedding menu you wanted. You were dumbfounded and carefully asked what happened? Oh hey, of course it's yours! You are going to marry the general, just relax and be the bride in Xianzhou.

#yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere jing yuan #yandere hsr x reader #yandere jing yuan x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you

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amhrosina · 1 year

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Bad Dreams (Hold Me Closer) - Frank Castle x f!Reader x Matt Murdock

A/N: The first time I posted this, it somehow deleted every person I tagged AND half of my fic lmfao anyways lets try this again?? Also, is this not the most SUBMISSIVE gif of Matt Murdock ever??? A big thank you to my lovely beta reader @wheredidiputmyfish <333

Find the rest of my poly!Frank/Reader/Matt fics here!

Summary: When Frank is haunted by his worst nightmare, you and Matt must help him through it, even if that means having some fun in the shower to cope.

(Warnings: pretty much every smut warning applies, p in v, oral (male receiving), hand jobs, lots of things happening with cum??, facials (!!!!!!!), delayed gratification, denied orgasms, choking, also angsty as hell at the beginning, Frank and Matt are boyfriends!!!!, this is so self-indulgent, i had to ask a mutual to make sure it wasn't too dirty, probs forgot some lmfao)

Frank Castle was a brave man – he was dauntless, and intense, and extraordinarily unafraid, and it was because of this bravery, because he was exceptional as a Marine, a protector, that he had never experienced the fear that was now eating him alive. It was a confusing situation for Frank, to say the least, who was willing to bet he’d experienced more danger than most of the population.

Each time he’d been deployed, he’d expected it. Fear was a natural response to being sent halfway across the world on dangerous, top-secret missions. He saw it in his military brothers’ eyes, felt it oozing off his wife and kids every time he had to say goodbye, but it never visited him, and he was glad of it.

When Maria and his kids were killed, fear was a luxury only time could’ve afforded him. It had happened quickly, so fast that even Frank hadn’t been able to assess how dire the situation was before losing consciousness, and when he awoke days later to a group of sympathetic nurses who broke the news of his dead wife and dead kids, fear was nowhere to be found. A rageful vengeance overwhelmed him, and it would be years before it subsided long enough for him to grieve.

Frank Castle was a brave man, until he met you – until he met Matt and fell in love with the both of you. He wasn’t the same man he’d been when he fought for his country, and he certainly wasn’t the same man he’d been when he lost his family. He was entirely too aware of the world’s horrors now, and the thought of either you or Matt experiencing them made his stomach turn.

He tried to hide it – the fear that overwhelmed his senses so thoroughly that it paralyzed him – and he would’ve gotten away with it if it weren’t for Matt’s keen hearing. Or so he thought.

A firm, warm hand on your shoulder brought you out of your slumber. The gentle caress of Matt’s touch was a welcome feeling, but when you fluttered your eyes awake and took in the darkness surrounding you, you blinked at him in confusion. It was hours before any of you had to be up for the day, and the furrow in his brow made it clear he wasn’t waking you out of carnal desire.

“Matty, what's-”

He shushed you, nodding toward the sleeping figure on your other side.

“His heart rate.” Matt swallowed thickly, furrowing his brow further, “It’s pounding. I’ve never- He's never-”

Matt shook his head, panting. You eyed Frank’s sleeping form, which had twisted itself in the sheets so thoroughly that it looked claustrophobic. His breath stuttered out of him at an erratic pace, and you moved toward him before your sleep addled brain could warn you against it.

It was risky, you realized, to wake an ex-Marine so abruptly, especially at a time like this, no matter how much time had passed since his official discharge. This thought rang through your mind like a bell as Frank flipped you on your back and brought his hand to your throat, squeezing hard enough to maintain control, but not so hard that you couldn’t breathe. A warning, mostly sleep induced, but a warning, nonetheless. Matt was instantly beside you, trying to pry Frank’s hands away from your neck.

“Hang on, Matt.” You murmured, searching Frank’s face for recognition. You knew Matt could easily shove Frank off the bed, but you wanted to try a gentler approach first.

The man who stared down at you wasn’t the man you’d fallen in love with, and the murderous glare on his face was enough to bring tears to your eyes.

“Sweetheart.” Matt warned, though he had stopped trying to pull Frank away from you.

“Frankie, baby.” You cooed, “It’s me, honey. It’s me and Matty.”

His grip on your throat tightened slightly, the only indication that your plea was heard. Matt looked like he was going to be sick.

“Frankie.” You tried again as a tear slid down your temple. “You’re safe, baby, and you’re loved. We love you. Wake up, honey.”

Frank blinked, furrowing his brow. He glanced around the room, taking in your alarmed expression, the tenseness radiating from Matt, and the hand that he still had wrapped around your throat. The tightness around your neck eased, and Matt visibly relaxed as you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Fra-”

He threw himself backwards, off the bed and onto the hard floor, the thump of his rough landing echoing across the room. Frank barreled backwards as if his dreams had followed him into the real world, and if it weren’t for Matt’s agility, he might have crawled directly through the bedroom door.

Matt sank to the floor, grasping at Frank’s shaking hands. Frank leaned against the door, eyes shifting back and forth as panic overtook his body. You couldn’t hear like Matt could, but you’d be willing to bet Frank’s heart was thundering in his chest. You inched closer to them, unsure if crowding Frank was the best thing to do.

“Breathe, honey.” Matt murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to Frank’s fingers. He cradled Frank’s hands to his chest, pressing until he was sure Frank could feel his steady heartbeat. “Breathe.” Matt’s voice left no room for argument. He wasn’t requesting – he was demanding.

Frank obliged, focusing on the rise and fall of Matt’s chest as he finally caught his breath. He reached a hand toward you, beckoning you closer until he could grasp your hand, squeezing it as his heart rate slowly returned to normal.

The room dissolved into silence, and you waited for Matt to indicate something, anything about Frank’s inner turmoil. He still cradled Frank’s hand into his chest, and a sorrowful expression rested on his face.

“Honey?” Matt whispered, barely loud enough to register, almost as if he was afraid of scaring Frank. “Are you okay?”

Frank pulled his arms back into himself, wrapping them around his midsection as he hunched forward. A self-soothe if you’d ever seen one.

“Hey, don’t do that.” You shook your head at him, grabbing his hands. “Don’t shut us out.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Matt asked, placing a tentative hand on Frank’s thigh.

“I’m-” he started, and you held your breath as he searched for the right words. “It’s not- I'm fine.”

You studied the positions everyone had ended up in. Frank was in a hunched sitting position, leaning against the closed bedroom door. You were on his left, squeezing his hands into your chest. Matt was on Frank’s right, rubbing soothing circles into Frank’s leg. You arched an eyebrow at Frank. He was clearly not fine.

“I’m fine.” He insisted, urging you to drop it. “It was just a bad dream.”

You let out a slow breath, weighing the risk of what you were about to say in your head. “You attacked me in your sleep when I touched you, Frank. You’re not fine.”

Your tone was gentle. You hadn’t wanted to impose more guilt onto Frank, only to point out the lie for what it was, but Frank’s face crumpled at your statement all the same.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” His eyes welled with tears, and he angled your chin as he assessed the damage done to your throat. You didn’t think he had choked you hard enough to bruise. In fact, you were certain he had choked you harder during one of many games played with Matt. You tried to salvage the conversation before the guilt ate him alive.

“I’m okay, Frankie. You didn’t hurt me. See? I’m fine.” Frank ran a finger down the column of your throat. “But you’re not fine, baby.”

You shifted yourself closer to his figure, wishing he could see the tenderness that ached in your chest for him. Matt spoke before you could gather your thoughts into a coherent sentence.

“It’s okay to be afraid, honey, but don’t be afraid of us.”

You nodded along silently, trusting Matt to navigate through the minefield that was Frank’s psyche.

“It’s not-” Frank shook his head, swallowing thickly, “I’m not afraid of you.”

“You’re afraid of something. I can taste it in the air around you.”

“I’m afraid of losing you.”

You didn’t speak, didn’t move as he laid himself bare for the both of you to see. Matt tilted his head, bobbing his chin in a slight nod – an encouraging gesture for Frank to keep talking.

“I can’t,” he paused, shuttering, “I can’t do that again. I lost Maria and I lost my kids, and I thought my life was over. I had nothing else to lose, so I didn’t have anything to be afraid of. But then you two showed up, and made me care, and now I have something so precious to lose, and I can’t do that again.”

Tears pricked the back of your eyes. “You won’t lose us, Frankie. We’re not going anywhere.”

“You don’t know that.” He shook his head, refusing to lift his gaze from the floor.

“I know that we’re here now, and that we love you.” Tears blurred your vision, and this time you let them fall. “And the rest of it is up to fate or the universe or whatever.”

Matt cleared his throat, and for the first time since he’d awoken, a small smile formed on Frank’s lips.

“Or God,” you chuckled, “or whatever.”

Matt nodded at your amendment, shifting closer to Frank. “You can’t be afraid to live, Frank. Don’t torture yourself over things you can’t control.”

“I wasn’t afraid until I met both of you.” He shrugged.

“I know.” Matt bobbed his chin. “I see you, remember?”

“That’s sort of funny, coming from a-”

“Frank!” You yelped, but Matt’s face had morphed into a feline grin. You rolled your eyes, biting your lip so you wouldn’t laugh at Frank’s awful excuse of a joke.

“Someone’s feeling better.”

“I’m feeling sweaty.” Frank corrected, rising to his feet. “I need a shower. Care to join me?”

—-----

A heavy fog hung over the bathroom as the steam from the piping hot shower coated every available surface. Frank had thrown off his clothes and jumped into the large walk-in space quickly, and you’d be willing to bet it was so he could process all the emotions he’d just experienced without any interruptions.

You and Matt hung back for a few minutes, whispering your concerns under hurried breaths.

“Do you think he’s okay?” You asked, pulling your shirt over your head.

“I think he’s been feeling these things for a while and hoped we wouldn’t notice.” Matt wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back against his chest. He sighed and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Do you think he’ll-” The thought was difficult to put into words. You didn’t like verbalizing something so terrible. “Do you think he’ll leave if he can’t move past the fear?”

“No.” Matt’s voice held a resounding firmness that eased the tension in your shoulders. “He wouldn’t leave us, sweetheart. He loves us too much for that.” You couldn’t decide who Matt was trying to convince more – himself or you.

Warmth encompassed you when you stepped into the shower, sending a wave of goosebumps up your spine. Your nipples perked at the heat – something Frank immediately registered. A lusty glaze overtook his stoic expression. You sent him a coy smile in return. You’d do anything he asked you to do, if only to give him the control he desperately clung to.

Matt followed behind you, shuffling against your back as you nuzzled into Frank’s chest. Water sprayed over Frank’s shoulder, soaking the three of you while you held each other close. Frank placed a hand at the base of both of your necks, and a fuzzy feeling blanketed the anxiety you had been feeling minutes before.

You looked over his features. His eternally furrowed brow, the big nose that you and Matt adored even though he hated it, the hard cut of his jawline. He was so pretty, and you loved him, you loved him, you loved him. He looked down, meeting your wandering gaze.

“When you look at me like that, baby,” he hummed, tugging you against his increasingly hard length, “It drives me fucking crazy.”

You hazily blinked at him, smiling. “I’ve spent my entire life looking for you. Both of you.”

A softness that was only reserved for you and Matt crossed Frank’s face, and for a moment, the only things you cared about in the entire world were the two men enveloping you in their arms. You lifted your chin toward Frank, ghosting a kiss over his lips before nestling your cheek against his broad chest.

Frank looked from you to Matt, who had situated himself behind you, focusing on the way your body vibrated against his chest every time you spoke. A cocky smirk was plastered on his face, daring Frank to do something about it, and Frank was never one to back down from a dare.

He surged forward, careful not to knock you off balance, and pressed his lips to Matt’s in a bruising kiss. Matt met him with equal force, shoving his tongue into Frank’s mouth and whimpering, whimpering, when Frank wrapped his hand around the column of his throat. You tried to ignore the pounding of your core as they kissed over you and could only let out a soft whine when one of Matt’s hands snuck around your waist and began rubbing tight circles around your clit.

Frank broke away from the kiss, wide-eyed and panting. You leaned your head back onto Matt’s shoulder, gasping when you saw how achingly hard Frank was. You moved before you were fully aware of what you were doing.

You barely felt the thump of your knees hitting the shower floor, barely registered the curse that came out of Frank’s mouth as you wrapped your mouth around his cock. Matt’s stunted groan merged with Frank’s when you turned your head and did the same thing to Matt.

“Did you like seeing us kiss, Kitten? Is that what has you so needy for our cocks?” Frank cooed. You stroked both of them off as you met his gaze. Heat flooded your core at his tone, and you would’ve been embarrassed at how incredibly turned on you were if Matt hadn’t uttered his next words so pathetically.

“I want to taste him, too.”

You paused your movements, smiling up at Frank, whose cock twitched in your hand.

“Come taste him, Matty.” You stroked Matt’s cock one last time before tugging on his hand, “You want him to taste you, right Frankie? Can Matty taste you?”

Frank bit his lip in an attempt to smother the moan that crawled out of his throat at your question. A stunted groan lodged itself in Frank’s chest as Matt dropped to his knees, mouth already open and ready to be fucked. The first lick up the underside of Frank’s cock weakened his knees. He didn’t think he deserved this kind of treatment, but Matt was eager to please, and began sucking him off so perfectly that Frank swore he saw stars behind his eyelids.

You and Matt took turns, licking and sucking and kissing Frank’s achingly hard cock, and Frank, the poor bastard, quickly became putty in your hands. He was convinced that if he died in this exact position, with you and Matt so desperate for his cum, he’d die a happy man.

He couldn’t help it. He started thrusting into Matt's mouth, and the first time Matt swallowed around Frank’s cock, which was lodged so deeply down his throat that he definitely wasn’t breathing, Frank almost fell to his knees. It was a wonder he lasted as long as he did.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna come. ‘M gonna come. Shit. Fu-”

Matt pulled away from Frank’s cock, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out. A mirror image of you, sitting pretty and ready to be soaked, and that image was enough to bring Frank Castle to his fucking knees. He fell against the shower wall, groaning loudly as he came all over the two perfect faces in front of him.

Then, he promptly blacked out. The only thing he could focus on was the twitching of his cock every time another rope of cum shot out of it. The entire world faded around him, and when he finally re-entered his body and opened his eyes, the sight of Matt’s tongue down your throat almost sent him into cardiac arrest.

“Tastes so good, baby.” You mumbled against Matt’s lips, though the comment was clearly for Frank’s benefit. Matt groaned in agreement. Frank’s cock twitched with desire.

“Please,” Frank begged, palming his sensitive cock, “Please, don’t stop.”

You and Matt obliged him. Matt swung you around, pressing your spine into the shower wall and hiking your leg around his waist. His lips didn’t leave yours as he slid the tip of his cock through your folds, testing your readiness. And shit, you were so ready.

A steady ache had been building in your core since you’d stepped into the shower earlier, so much so that your inner thighs were coated in your slickness. Matt’s groan as he thrusted in, and in, and in, was downright sinful, tugging at the fire brewing in your gut. You stretched around him, gasping when he nudged against the soft tissue connected to every nerve ending in your body.

“Shit, sweetheart. You’re so tight.” Matt grunted, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you. The sight of Matt sliding in and out of your wet cunt was met with a wicked groan from Frank, who sidled closer to your panting figure. You latched a hand onto his shoulder and squeezed. Your orgasm was fast approaching, and it was going to be a big one. Frank’s lustful gaze was enough to make anyone crazy, but combined with Matt’s rough pounding against your core, you were pretty sure the Earth was about to shift beneath your feet.

“Like what you see, Frank?” Matt teased, smirking as you squeezed around him.

“Shut the fuck up, Red.” Frank grunted, stroking himself at the same rhythm that Matt was grinding into you.

“You’re both so pretty.” You breathed, whining as Matt quickened his pace. “Oh, shi-”

“Don’t come yet, sweetheart. Not until I say so.” Matt was trading off between whispering in your ear and sucking on the spot right below it. His hand made a slow ascent to your neck, wrapping around the column of your throat and lightly squeezing. If he was trying to get you to hold off on coming, he was doing a shitty job of it. “Can you wait, pretty girl? Hmmm?”

You groaned, looking to Frank for help, but his slack jaw and stuttering breaths told you that you were on your own. He was captivated by the sight of Matt slamming in and out of your wet cunt and only shushed you when you tried to get his help.

“Fuck, Matty.” You whined, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Beg for it, and maybe we’ll let you come, Kitten.”

“Oh, shit. Please, please, please, can I come? Please, can I? Haven’t I been a good girl tonight? Please let me come.”

Tears sprung free, streaming down your face. You held your breath, focusing on everything but the fact that Matt was deep inside you. Matt’s smirk slipped as you squeezed around him again, and you gasped when he hit the spot in you that would normally send you into the stratosphere.

“It’s up to Frank, baby.” he muttered, gritting his teeth as you squeezed around him again. It was his kryptonite, and you knew it. Two could play that game, Mr. Murdock.

You shuttered as Frank rubbed his thumb over your lips, contemplating how long you might last like this, how pretty you’d look coming on Matty’s cock. You were on the brink of sobbing, begging for any kind of relief when he lowered his hand and pressed it against the hand Matt still had wrapped around your throat.

“You wanna come, pretty girl?” Frank cooed. His breath shuttered against your cheek, and you realized just how close he was to coming as well.

“Yes!” you cried, panting through the pleasure-born tears, “Yes, please.”

“All you had to do was ask, Kitten.” He smirked, gripping your throat tighter. “Come, sweet girl. Be a good girl. Come around Red’s cock.”

The tiny thread of control you had left snapped at his words, sending a steady stream of fire throughout your entire body. You squeezed your eyes shut, rocking against Matt’s body as your orgasm pulsed through you. Warmth filled your cunt, and you vaguely registered Matt coming deep inside you, vaguely heard Frank curse as he came for the second time. You weren’t entirely sure you were breathing by the end of it. The tightness around your throat loosened, and you felt the pad of Frank’s thumbs wiping the tears that had gathered on your cheeks.

You gasped in air, sagging against Frank, who pulled you off your feet and into his arms. He held you close to his chest and stepped out of the long-forgotten shower, forgoing drying off completely as he laid you down on the end of the bed.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Matt followed close behind, though he had made the wise decision to grab a towel before exiting the bathroom.

“Mmmm.” You mumbled, snuggling into the soft sheets. The bedroom held a dim glow, lit only by the early morning light. If you strained your ears, you could hear the beginnings of the workday in New York City. Taxis, subway trains, bodega gates – New York was waking up.

As if it were waiting for the perfect time to make itself known, your stomach grumbled loudly, earning you the soft chuckles of your favorite boys. Frank pulled the towel from Matt’s hips, earning him a swift smack on the chest, and hurriedly dried himself.

“I’m hungry.” You mumbled, matter-of-factly.

“We can tell.” Frank grinned, pulling you to your feet. You reached for a fresh towel, drying yourself before pulling on one of Frank’s old T-shirts.

“I’ll make the bacon if you make the eggs. And Matty, you just sit there and look pretty. Deal?” You asked, padding toward the bedroom door.

“Deal.” Frank smiled and followed you into the kitchen, tugging Matt behind him.

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herstuf · 11 months

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Spider-verse little theories/thoughts I had following seeing the movie:

The spider that bit miles might be dead but it’s been preserved which means it’s dna is still there which means earth-42 miles could still become a spider-man.

Hobie has been stealing tech since the beginning because he never trusts establishments and has his own happy little tech lair full of everything the band would need to fight Miguel

Miles wasn’t supposed to be a spider man so canon events don’t apply to him. Miguel knows this and is bitter about it and that is why he is SO angry at Miles specifically.

Miguel’s choice to take over another Miguel’s life is like fucked up for a lot of reasons but the most glaring one to me is did he sleep with that Miguel’s wife while pretending to be the Miguel that died? That is beyond fucked I don’t even have the words for it.

Earth-42 Miles had more tech than Uncle Aaron’s prowler. What if he is already aware of the multiverse/spider-verse but just hasn’t been able to get it going. Likely because that world doesn’t have a collider since there’s no Spider-Man to fight to lose Kingpin’s family over and create the series of events for it?

Alternatively he was bit, is a spider-man, but he lost his dad in the collider fight and it changed him differently from how it changed the other spidermen. (Not sold on this one but it did pop into my head)

Not totally a theory mostly just an observation: Earth-42 is older. By the grey and Uncle Aaron’s hair and the slightly more mature shape of that Miles’s face and height I believe it is at least 2-4 years ahead of our Miles’s time.

We also don’t know immediately that Prowler Miles is evil. The possibility of all the glitches and villains appearing in wrong universes means it could have happened in that universe. Means that he could have fought them. While he might not be a hero in the way we think of Spider-Man he could be more of an anti hero, such as Eddie Brock or even Batman.

Speaking of Eddie Brock: he’s now jumped to the MCU’s spider world, earth 616(?), and now The Spot has travelled to his. This connects them more and implies either that there will be a spider-man in Eddie’s universe, OR, that Venom himself counts as the Spider-Man of that universe, which then tosses Miguel’s Canon Events theories out of the water.

How many anomaly spider-peeps are there. Miguel is hung up on Mikes for being bitten by a spider from another universe and leaving that universe without one, but is he the only one? If every universe is creating colliders, exploring the multiverse, it stands to reason that The Spot exists as a scientist in other universes and could cause the same situation to happen. Miguel’s technology seems to imply he can see all in the multiverse but how can that be possible in a world of infinite universes? He must have missed something at some point.

If there were two Miguel’s there could be more. If we operate on the theory that each (large) decision has two paths then each time a “canon” character makes a choice another universe must be created where they made the opposite choice. If Miguel’s theory about canon events collapsing universes is unilaterally correct, then how many have collapsed before? How many are collapsing as they speak? How would they know?

In the comics Hobie is the prowler before thinking he killed spider-man, changing, and then becoming Spider-Man himself (I think, correct me if I’m remembering wrong because it has been years). As far as Miguel’s theories go does that make him an anomaly since there should only be one Spider-Man per universe, or is that the path his universe and others identical to Hobie’s are meant to take?

Please someone talk to me about this movie

#hobie brown #spider punk #spider verse #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles molares #gwen stacy #Spider-Man #spider woman #miguel ohara #pavitr prabhakar #peter parker #peter b parker #into the spider verse #spiderverse

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rescue-ram · 3 months

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Elaborating on my previous post in as unborked a way as possible....

In S1-S3, TrapHawk and FrankMarg are often contrasted as dueling couples very explicitly. So I'm going to take my statement "Hawkeye is more effeminate but Trapper is more feminine" and apply it to Frank and Margaret to clarify what I mean.

"Frank is more effeminate than Margaret, but Margaret is more feminine than Frank." Frank is unmanly, in a hypocritical, denying, self-deluding kind of way. He's a poser, and the humor comes from having his pose exposed as fraudulent and inauthentic. Hawkeye is also unmanly, but in a cool way, because he owns it and deliberately shirks what's expected of him "as a man" because he has no intrinsic respect for it. The humor comes from his rebellion and self-confident outrageousness. Margaret is more traditionally masculine in many ways than Frank, something which is played for (sexist) humor in its own right, and to contrast how unmanly Frank is by comparison and heighten his jokes. Trapper's masculinity plays a similar role- while he sometimes plays the sissy to back up Hawkeye, he more frequently acts as a straight man to heighten the contrast and make Hawkeye funnier.

So when I'm talking about feminity, I'm thinking of it not just as "unmanliness", but as "traditional feminine role". Margaret plays that to Frank- she's supporting him, hyping him up, she's his distaff counterpart. A lot of their humor is that old school Punch and Judy "nagging wife and henpecked husband" stuff, for sure, but there's no question that he's the main antagonist and she's backing him up. I think when people say she doesn't become her own character until he leaves, it's because she's so much his other half while they're together. Trapper is also playing a supporting role to Hawkeye- he's also the helpmeet, the supporter, the other half. In some ways I think he actually plays to the ideal of traditional feminity better because he doesn't subvert Hawkeye the way Margaret will do to Frank sometimes. I'm sure I'm forgetting something but I can think of like two times Trapper puts Hawkeye down for a joke, while Hawkeye does put Trapper down semi-frequently. Similarly, Trapper plays a caretaking role semi-frequently but I can only think of two times Hawkeye plays that role for Trapper. If under patriarchy to be a man is to be in charge, to be independent, to be your own person, who's the man in Trapper and Hawkeye's relationship? Not Trapper.

Contrasting Trapper with a few other characters just to further clarify my thinking on this... Klinger also has the Bugs Bunny effeminacy as rebellion humor going on, but he isn't a feminine person- the humor is the incongruity between his masculine bearing and his behavior. Radar plays a support role to Henry as well as to TrapHawk, but he is very much his own wily little person, he isn't "the other half" to anyone in particular, and although he's "unmanly" he's unmanly in the ways boys are, not women. He isn't a feminine person. A lot of Henry's humor comes from playing around with his masculinity, but it's never directly or pervasively subverted or questioned. I think Mulcahy kind of comes closest to "feminine man", but his rather soft and supportive nature is also contrasted with his outbursts of more conventional masculinity, even in S1-S3 when he's a more minor character.

I could point to other things that give Trapper a feminine vibe to me, even though he's not unmanly, things that are kind of female coded in our culture- his quietness, his neatness, his fondness for kids, his morality especially- but my thesis here is Hawkeye's effeminacy is an act of self-assertion, and Trapper's feminity is a role of support.

#difficult to articulate this in a way that doesn't sound like im uncritically endirsing the sexist gender roles that this is based on #but hopefully this makes sense??? kfjshdj #mash

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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Run With Me

Ser Criston Cole x Targaryen!Virgin!Reader

Gif created by @jameswan

Smut (MDNI +18)

Summary: You are the eldest sister and daughter of the Targaryen family. Your father bypasses you as heir to the throne as the rules of realm proclaim you illegitimate to the line of succession. Because of this you feel ignored and develop a friendship with your knight Ser Criston Cole. One day before your wedding, he confesses his love for you.

A/N: I know people are hating on Criston right now. I hate him, too. But I still have a place for him in my heart because he’s a very nuanced character along with Alicent whom people also have their qualms with. Anyway, I wrote a happier version of the ‘run away with me’ sequence between him and Rhaenyra except it’s the reader of course. I hope ya’ll enjoy because I did.

Word Count: 4.9k+

Warnings: misogyny, feeling of depression and loneliness, attempted suicide, loss of virginity, p in v (unprotected), sub/dom dynamics, blood kink, choking, spit kink, spit as lube, creampie, doggystyle, breeding kink, oral (f receiving), spanking, cum eating, ambiguous happy ending

The bastard child. That was just one of the many names you’ve heard swirling around the streets of the Dragonstone when referring to you. It used to hurt a lot more but now you’ve owned up to the name.

You were not birthed by Aemma Arryn. Instead, you were a child born out of wedlock. Daughter of a whore and King Viserys I. As a young child, your father would visit every other fortnight, providing you with food and clothing while keeping you a secret from the public. Slowly, his visits would be few to none and your mother struggled to stay afloat for the two of you.

At age 17, your mother had passed away from illness. This was the point where you’d truly felt forsakened by the Gods. Your father left you and your mother to crawl through pits of hell, your mother’s gone, and now you were officially alone.

When you learned of the Queen’s death, however, you were saddened. In some way, you’d seen her as a mother to you indirectly. Although, she hated the idea that her husband had a secret love child, she still encouraged her husband to be apart of your life. So when she’d died the same day your mother passed, you were utterly shattered. Completely broken.

King Viserys I Targaryen, claimed you as his daughter not long after Aemma and Baelon’s funeral, as a promise to his wife that he’s stay apart of your life.

Just like that you were supposed to accept this new life. No longer on the streets, forced to wear pretty dresses, and learn the customs of the kingdom. Just like that and you were in the eye of the public sent to be torn to bits by rumors and societal norms that did not apply to you. And just like that…you were made to see the man who’s been in and out of your life for 17 years as your Father.

It’s numbing to say the least. Even after 4 years, at the age of 21, you couldn’t possibly see yourself as part of the family. Everyone knows this, too. Even if you shared blood with the King himself, you’ll never be a real Targaryen in there eyes.

The day that Rhaenyra was announced heir was evidence enough. Your father, although, kind and remorseful for his absence understood the rules of the realm already takes issue with a woman on the throne but an illegitimate child would cause a war of all wars.

Now as woman of the Targaryen line with no position for the throne, your next bet was to be married off to some high lord. Your father had plans to marry you off to Lord Jason Lannister. Little protest could be made, your duty was to marry to this man you hardly knew. A man filled with plenty pride but lacked intelligence.

It was as if no one could hear your pleas for help. No one. Not even your half sister could understand this pain.

You belonged nowhere.

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It was the day of the royal hunt for Price Aegon’s 2nd nameday. Your father ordered you to spend at least a few moments of your time with Lord Jason much to your chagrin.

“Expect that in our marriage, Lady Targaryen, we bore 6 children. All healthy, strong boys that will become future great men leading within the walls of King’s Landing.”

“Although, that sounds…enticing. I just don’t think I’d like that many children. At least…I’m not sure of it so soon. I am young.”

“You are far above the age of marital age for women. Very well a spinster. Should you really have any standards for which you’d be willing to proceed?”

You seethed, clenching your teeth in order to keep yourself from saying anything rude. “Will you please excuse me, Lord Jason.”

You curtsied then walked briskly away. You were sure that your father had his eyes on you. You didn’t care. You wished to be as far away from this place as you could. Your knight Ser Criston Cole follows closely behind you.

You wanted to be alone. Hiking up your dress, you kicked off your shoes and made a run for it through the woods. Ser Criston following close after you.

Your heart pounded against your chest, your heavy garments weighed down on you, your feet hurt with each contact of the unsteady ground but you ran. You ran as if you were searching for the end of the earth.

Every now and then, you’d look back. He was gaining on you. You grew tired but with the last bit of adrenaline you had you continued forward. You abruptly stopped in your tracks when you realize you’d nearly ran over the edge of a cliff. You looked below you. The ragged large rocks and forestry had never looked so peaceful.

“Princess!” Ser Criston calls from behind you. You turned to face him, tears running down your face. Your inches away from the ledge, the tiny rock under your feet shift and roll off with each move you make.

“Don’t call me that,” You shook your head. “I’m no princess. I’m no Targaryen. I’m the daughter of a whore. I’ve lived most of my years scavenging through streets only a few miles away from where my father rules. Now I walk above those same streets but still…it’s only a few miles away. I will always be reminded of my past. I’m not wanted. Instead of my father willing to understand me, he marries me off to a prideful fool. It isn’t fair. I wish to live no more.”

You attempt to lift your feet up to hang over the ledge. Your white knight makes calls out your name halting you from further movement.

“Understand,” He says in a shaky voice, his hands put out in front of him. Gradually, he inches further up to you. “I know what it is like to come from nothing. To have no one. I’ve lost so much in my life that this life I know now is all I know and all I can remember. I would give anything to remember my life before all this that way I’d appreciate who I am now and know the legacy I carry. Your past is who you are. We cannot erase those parts of ourselves whether wish to or not. You have that privilege to know where you come from and use it to your advantage. You belong here.”

“I don’t. My father only came to find me after all these years because his wife requested it on her deathbed. She showed me more compassion final moments than he’s ever shown me in my entire life.”

“And he regrets this everyday. You don’t need to forgive him. It is your choice what you choose. But he only had the best intentions for you now. Even with marrying you off. You’d have a better life. You’d be comfortable and happy.”

“Happy? I’m not marrying who I want. I’m only a pawn for political power. I understand you come from suffering as well, Criston. But you do not carry these burdens that I do. I’m mocked constantly by my own people. I’m all alone.”

“Your not. If there’s anyone that could understand just a morsel of troubles, it’s your sister. She’s a woman announced as heir to the throne. You understand the kind of torment she’s facing because of this. If you’d talk with her maybe it won’t be so lonely,” He standing right behind you. “But please…don’t take your life. There’s more to look forward to. You’re not done seeing life yet.”

You breathing quickens, heavy. You breakdown crying. Ser Criston wrapping his arms around you and you melt in his touch. One of his hands cradles the back of your head to hold you against his chest. The embrace lasting for about 3 minutes before you part.

“Would you like to go back?” He questions.

“No. Not yet.” With that, you walked back through the woods and he follows you through.

The night arrived and you both set camp somewhere. A fire started in the middle you as your only source of light. You both exchange stories of your lives. Ser Criston not remembering much of his life because of the trauma he’s experienced but the parts he remembered fondly opened him up. His smile was quite dashing. It was enough to make you wish that you could always make him laugh.

He’d only every smiled around Rhaenyra most times. You could tell he was fond of her. She was beautiful so it was not hard to see why. She was also very daring. It was unheard for women to speak up so boldly. It was something you’ve always aspired to be. You always envied that you couldn’t speak up for yourself the way you wanted to. Sometimes you just wanted the chance to do as you please with no consequences.

“Have you ever though about what life beyond here is like?” You asked Ser Criston.

“Yes. I think about it all the time. What it’d be like to live life aside from my vows. It’s tempting dream but it’s just not in my future.” He shrugs.

“In my dreams, there’s a place called Sunfair. It’s beautiful because there…nobody knows who I am so they can’t judge me. I’m only a woman. I can do as I please. It’s peaceful. Every time, I close my eyes and dream, I hope to be there again only the next time I wish it to be real.”

“It sounds like a lovely place. I wouldn’t mind joining that nation.” He jokes.

“I think you’d be more than welcome, Ser Criston. A place like that needs a man like you. You’re kind, understanding. If I ever see it again, I’ll dream you’re there, too.”

The knight smiles. “I’d appreciate it, Princess.”

You smiled back. Comfortable silence falling between you with the only other sound being the crackling of the fire.

When the morning arose, you found Ser Criston had thrown his cloak over you while you rested on the soft moss. The walk back to the camp area was silent. At some point, the two of you spotted the white stag for the hunt. Instead of killing it, you approached it, looking in its eyes before setting it free. Your father immediately chastised you upon arrival but relief washed over him knowing you returned safe.

You took the time to approach you sister for a conversation to settle any tension between you two.

“Rhaenyra, I would like to apologize. I was cold. Distant. I made no effort whatsoever to form a relationship with you. I understand if you do not wish to speak with me. But I do want you to know that I would be honored if you were my queen. Your leadership would be much appreciated in this kingdom and anyone who says otherwise is an idiot.”

Rhaenyra laughs. “Thank you, sister. I should apologize, too. I wasn’t so easy to get along with either.”

“Well, both our mothers did pass away within each other, it was only natural that we’d have a hard time getting along,” You excused. “I would like for us to confide in one another for now on. I think we could really support one another especially during times like these.”

“I-I’d like that, sister.” Rhaenyra says, smilingly brightly.

The rest of the day, the two of you bonded over the struggles you both faced as women and the fight for your own autonomy. It was nice to know that you weren’t exactly alone.

You notice Ser Criston across the camp shooting a small smile. You smile back, silently thanking him for listening to you and for patching your relationship with your sister.

On the Sail back home, You and Ser Criston continued telling stories to each other to amuse you. He told you of the battles he’s been in and, although violent, it was captivating. He was warrior to say the least. Sometimes, you question if he forced himself to forget certain things to protect his own peace of mind.

When you arrived home, your white knight took his place standing in front of your bedroom door. You knew you had to go to bed soon but you wanted to talk just a little more.

“I want to thank you, Ser Criston, you’ve helped me out of my shell these past few days. It’s not been easy to say the least. I still struggle with the idea that I’m to be wed to a man with the arrogance the size of horse but I appreciate being able to make amends with my family. “

“If I could, I’d do all I could to make you happy so that you’d never feel the need hide yourself again.”

“Criston…” You whispered.

His hand rests on your cheek, lightly caressing it with his thumb. He’s looking down at you with so much love that it makes your heart full. His lips lower onto yours and he kisses you. His lips are pressed softly on yours like they’re barely there.

He pulls away, apologizing profusely. “I don’t know what came over me, Princess. Forgive me for my misconduct. I shall find myself punished for—”

You cut him off, placing your lips back onto his. This time adding pressure into the kiss. He places his hands over your arms, pushing you away.

“We shouldn’t.” He whispers.

“I don’t care. I just want you,” Your hands run through his hair. “Let me take care of you. In exchange, you’ll take care of me, too.”

“My vows…”

“Forget them in this moment. Let us go to that place in my dreams. The one where you are just a man and i, a woman.”

“It’s wrong.”

“Is it because you love my sister? I see the way you look at her. If that is who you wish to be with, I will not stop you. But I want you to know that I care for you. I have always cared since the first day we met four years ago and you noticed me in the far corner of the room when everyone else ignored. I just hope we can still be friends.”

“Princess!” He growls his hands, cupping your face. “How could you think I wouldn’t want you? I’m not in love with your sister. I love you. I’ve love you since then, too. I’ve just kept my distance because of moments like these. These moments were I’d want you all to myself.”

“You have me,” You turn the knob to your bedroom door. “Stay with me with night. Make me yours. I don’t want to spend another night without you.”

“Then, you have me as well.” He kisses you once more the two of you, stumbling into your room. He shuts the door behind him and he looks at you, eyes dark with pure lust.

You helped him out of his heavy armor, slowly removing them as a sensual way of teasing him. You found that you were only torturing yourself in the process. You needed him badly.

He helps you out of your dress and corset, kissing down your neck and back with each new part of exposed skin.

You turn to face him again, eager to feel his lips on yours again. Your back pressed up against the wall and his strong hand around your throat. You gasped against his lips at his sudden dominance.

“Take me, Criston. Don’t make me wait.”

Taking you by your neck, he peels you away from the wall, walking you back towards your bed. He show you back and you fall onto your mattress. You sit up on your elbows, watching him remove his pants in anticipation.

The moment he’s released from his confinements, you gasp. Your eyes followed v-line of his abdomen leading to something so beautiful. He’s large and erect. You’ve never seen a penis before but the mere size of him was intimidating. The view from where you sat made him look like a King before you. Tan skin glowing with contrast of the orange flames lit around your room. His chest chiseled to that of a Greek God, the hairs sprouting from his pecs adding to his manly presence.

Pulling your legs so that your ass hung just a little over the edge of the bed, he brings them to your chest, widening you for him. He’s on his knees before you. Your glistening virgin cunt presenting before him. He can practically see your heart beating staring down at.

Ser Criston’s eyes never leave yours. Sticking out his long, thick tongue; he licks a long stripe in between your folds collecting the juices that have accumulated. You mewled at this new sensation. Who would have thought the feeling of a wet tongue between your legs could feel this good?

He gives you a few teasing kitten lick before moving his mouth entirely from your core, sucking and biting your inner thighs instead. He wanted to torture you, is that it?

You couldn’t bare it. You needed him now. If he wished for you to beg him, you wouldn’t hesitate.

“Criston…please. I need you. I need your mouth on me. Please drink me.”

“Does my princess wish to have her first orgasm from a mouth willing to please?”

“Yes, yes. I want it.” You cried, hips rolling.

“Your wish is my command.” He chuckles, finding your desperation amusing. Then, his mouth latches onto your swollen clitoris and you go mad.

You moaning as if the walls were thin and yet neither of you cared. He’s shaking his head side to side, mouth fully dived into your pussy to drink from it’s fountain. He loved the way you even tasted so pure against his tongue.

Needing to know just how tight you are, he sinks a finger into you. You tremble at this new sensation. You’ve fingered yourself before but it’s never touched this level inside you. He laps at your clit while fucking his finger into you and another gush of your juices shoot up.

“Fuck, this cunt’s weeping for me.” He groans.

“All for you, Ser.”

He groans at this. He never thought hearing his title said during sex could sound so good. It made him go feral. Forcing another finger into you, he spreads them inside you in order to stretch you out. You were unbelievably tight and Criston worried that even with his fingers it wasn’t enough to properly prepare you for his large cock.

He’s devouring you and the mixing of his fingers pumping into you, massaging your sweet spot, was enough to have you hyperventilating. You’re eyes rolled into the back of your head. You were going to come and it would be with an intensity you weren’t sure you can handle. Yet, you rock against his fingers to reach for it anyway.

He smiles up at you. “That’s it, princess. Ride them the way you would my cock.”

He spanks your clitoris and your officially through. The brightness of a thousand suns blind your vision and your body stiffens as your orgasm slams through you. Then, you begin to convulse feeling his fingers continue to hit against the pressure so that it builds and builds.Tears flowed from your eyes and you wrapped a hand around his wrists to keep him from pumping anymore or you’d lose consciousness.

Showing mercy, he slows his pace until he finally stops pumping watching the way you writhed and whimpered at the sensation he’s given you. When he felt like all shocks had dissipated, he slowly slid his fingers from your soaking pussy. His fingers slick with your honey, he brings them to his lips for a taste. He brings them to your lips as well smearing it around. You instinctively licked your lips, tasting the ambrosia.

“I need to be inside you.” He says.

You move up on the bed, getting on your hands and knees. You press you face down into the mattress. “Take me this way.”

“But…it’ll be too much for your first time. It’ll hurt.”

“I want this, Criston. I mean it. I want to be fill by you. Every inch.”

He bites his lip to keep himself from letting out a desperate whine. You were going to be the death of him.

Positioning himself behind you, he spits in his hand and strokes himself a few times. He didn’t need to do so. You were already so wet but he figured anything could help you to adjust to him. He’s pressed against your entrance, your folds parting to make way for his intrusion. The pressure is heavy but he makes no attempts to move further. Impatiently, you rock back against him in an attempt to sink down on him. He holds your hips from further movement. You whine.

His hand collides with your plump ass and in the same swift motion, his cock splits you open. You clenched the sheets, gasping at the feeling of being torn apart. He moans above you. He understood that you were in pain but the sensation of your velvety walls swallowing him in was so blissful that all he could do is voice his pleasure.

Ser Criston stills. Only a quarter of his length is inside you. He pulls out, only the tip inside. Then, he plunges in again. This time half of him inside you. You let out a choked cry. He rubs your ass and your back as he continues to feed more of himself into your cunt with each thrust.

He snaps his hips forward, rough against you. This last thrust causing you to scream out. He’s fully inside you. Yanking you by your hair, he tangles a fist around it. With your face risen, he uses his other hand to clamp over your mouth, knowing that once he begins moving you’ll be screaming for bloody mercy.

He snaps his hips into you over and over again until he’s picked up a rough pace. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on that pressure of being filled to the brim over and over again. You sobbed into his hand. He’s growling above you like a mad man. An animal. This was how you were meant to be taken. Raw and pounded in with reckless abandon.

The grip of your hands bunching the sheets beneath you matching his grip around your hair. Your tears running down his fingers yet his grip over your mouth never falters. The clapping sounds of his hips clashing with your ass only made you clench around him harder.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so incredibly tight.” He groans.

He removes his hands from your hair and over your mouth, sending you falling forward against his harsh strokes. He pulls out of you and your disoriented and scared that he’ll leave you with no more of him.

“Please put it back in!” You could cry again.

He flips you onto your back, smirking. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He plunges into you again, a sign of his devotion to please you. You were going to cum on his cock tonight. He was going to make sure of it.

He’s strokes long and deep into you, dark eyes boring into your own. His cock sloshes around in your pooling heat. You lay a hand against his chest curling your fingers into the chest hair, feeling his heart beat.

His lips find your and your tongues fight for dominance. Your body are entangled in a hot and sweaty embrace and you wished you could stay like this forever. He allows himself the moment to remove his eyes from your blissed out face, staring down between your bodies. Your pussy eagerly draws in his cock begging for its presence even when he pulls out. The mix of blood and your creaminess coats his cock and he could feel pride consume him, knowing that he’s the one to take your precious flower. If he could, he’s keep the bloody sheets as a reminder of how well he’s fucked throughly into you.

Then, he witnesses your hands snaking between your body to rub yourself. He goes into a frenzy at this sight, thrusting so fast into you that you can hardly keep up your grinding. You accept his punishing pace, letting him fuck you into the mattress. Your orgasm was fast approaching.

“I’m gonna come.” You chant over and over.

“Me too, princess. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you clench around my cock.”

“Cum with me. I want you to cum inside me. Make me yours.”

“You mean this?”

“Yes, I want to carry your children,” You cradle your face in your hands, pecking his lips. “Let go for me, love. Fill me with everything you’ve got.”

“Ughh.” He fills you clenched around him like a vice and he comes hard. His white essence painting your walls. He’s gasping and whines with each spurt.

You follow after him, your orgasm hitting harder at the feeling of him filling you. This was exactly you’ve craved from him for so long. You’d desperate wanted to have his children and this moment was an act of you love for him.

When you both came to, you smiled at one another. The wet, sticky mess between you was evidence of your desires for one another. He pulls out of of you slowly. You both groan from the lost. But once he lays beside you and rests you against his chest, you felt no need to mourn the loss of him inside you. You were whole again.

“I marry tomorrow.” You whispered.

“I know.” He sighs.

“I don’t regret any of this. I love you always.”

“I love you.” He says, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I will never be apart from you, even when you’re married. My life and my heart belongs to you.”

You held onto each other for dear life. The inevitable will soon arrive. So all you could do now is stall time and wish for it to freeze entirely that way you could forever be with the one you truly loved.

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In the morning, your handmaidens had prepared your wardrobe and hair for the wedding. You were noticeably disheartened but neither of them commented, understanding you didn’t wish to be married of to a Lannister. They pitied you but, nonetheless less, your duties are to be fulfilled.

The guests board the ships for the wedding venue and you felt sick at the thought that you were soon approaching a life of an unloving political arrangement.

Criston approaches you, watching as you looked out into the sea. “Princess.” He greets.

You turned to look at him, giving a small smile before looking out into the ocean once again.

“I must tell you. I won’t be serving here very long. I’ve decided I’ll be resigning my position. I’ve broken my vows and I’m sure if I continue my duties here knowing what I’ve done.”

You look at him, eyes widened. “No. You can’t.”

“I must.”

“If you leave, you’ll kill me dead. I’ll be all alone again. I can’t bare it if you’re not in my life.”

“Then, run with me.” He says, slowly closing in on you. “I know of a place. A place with beautiful green pastures. Oranges and cinnamon in abundance. We could go there. It could be our Sunfair.”

“But my duties—”

“You said you’d like to marry for love. We love each other, do we not? If you don’t wish to marry, we could flee. Rhaenyra will be queen. You won’t miss out on the crown or the throne. Come live with me and we could live happily. They’ll never find us.”

You were panting, this spontaneous decision taking you by surprise. This meant leaving your life behind for good. Your father and sister never to be seen again.

“Family…”

“We could start a family of our own,” He places a hand on your stomach. “We can have as many as you’d like. They’d never have to suffer for long as I’m here. But I do not wish to see them torn apart for the fight of royalty and legitimacy.”

“I want this. And I want you.”

“Then be my wife—Run. With. Me.” He stares you in the eye, pleading for your to say something.

“Yes,” You smiled, tears falling down your face. “I’ll be your wife. I’ll run with you. I’ll be the mother to your children.”

He beams with joy, cupping your face. “Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Take my hand.” He says, holding it out.

You hesitate, looking around before taking it. Reaching the peak of the boat, you step up along with him. People began to scream and yell at the sight, guards making their way to you. You looked at your father one last time a look of horror on his face but then your face lands on Rhaenyra and she’s smiling, nodding her approval.

You focus your eyes on Criston one last time and then you both jump ship. Regardless of whether you’d live or not, you did it. In the end, you’d get to be with him through the end.

Meanwhile, the people screamed for you from above. Below, you and Criston swirled around each other underwater, smiling then leaned for a kiss sealing your love for a lifetime.

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theroyalmisfitmess · 10 months

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[Updated as of 07/11/23] Reasons why I think Sid is the father

I don’t think other viewers can call fellow Sid-is-the-father theorists delusional anymore. The show is already building up the final contenders and I know in my gut they’re gonna be Sid, Jesse, and Ian. Hopefully we get S4 because I will update this whenever there’s a season break or a season ends.

Possible hints from the show (not the obvious and usually stated ones + not hints that could also apply to other contenders):

- When Sophie enters Pemberton’s to switch phones back with Sid, the engagement party crowd thought she was Hannah

- Sid remembered how much Tinder dates Sophie went on; he paid attention to her well (more on this later)

- Sophie and Sid both experienced relationship problems then found each other at the same time and same place. Sid later gave Sophie advice about finding the right person (funny enough, the advice parallels the situation because Sophie and Sid found each other at the right time to give each other advice)

- Two of Sophie’s by far most important love interests are connected to Sid—Jesse who is Sid’s best friend, and Drew who is a close friend of Sid’s wife

- Sophie remembers the Electric Slide; this time she is proven to pay attention to him

- Sid tells Sophie that he hopes the man she’ll marry will give her a better reception that what he and Hannah have

- If the father isn’t Jesse and Sophie is still married to the father, only Sid would be the perfect candidate to be understanding on why Jesse’s photo is on Sophie’s wall since he is Sid’s best friend

- The father is hinted to have loved Valentine’s Day even before he and Sophie even got together. Unlike the other guys, Sid’s memory for Valentine’s Day was always consistently good. Additionally, when Hannah walked in Pemberton’s to surprise Sid, only Sophie’s reaction was the focus

- Sophie and Sid both remember random facts they found out about each other offscreen; once again solidifying that they do pay attention to each other

- Sid somehow is the only character who has profound or notable interactions with both of Sophie’s parents

- In the episode where Sophie and her father made a popup, she tells her son it’s a story of how she met her father; in this episode, Sid is the only father optioj to interact with Sophie and her father

- Since we know that Sophie narrates the story, it’s important to note that she often emphasizes Sid’s stories by giving us in-depth insight despite their minimal interactions in episodes before 02x13. While she also does this for her other friends, it’s only Sid’s stories that we actually see play out long. To add, Sophie always paints Sid in a positive light in her stories

- In the disengagement episode, Sid and Sophie are implied to know a lot about each other (Sid knowing Sophie’s lock screen, Sophie knowing the password to Sid’s iPad); this isn’t really a hint but again, recurring theme that they pay attention to each other

- Both Sid and Sophie have this storyline where they are judged for their jobs/careers (and in the same episode)

- By 2x18 we see Sophie’s parents again and it’s Sid who primarily consoles them when they (along with Valentina) follow Sophie into Sid and Jesse’s apartment

- Sophie slowly bonds with Sid as each episode progresses and have more significant plots with him more than with Jesse

- Hannah assumed that Sid emotionally cheated on her with Sophie, and it was without reason. After this scene, we then cut to Sophie

- EDIT: Season 1 also had another cheating conversation between Sid and Hannah where Sophie’s situation with Jesse and Drew was the trigger

- Sophie’s son says that he thought it was a happy story to which Sophie replies it was, but we immediately get Sid crying over Hannah—setting the mood that it wasn’t really a happy night for everyone

- By 2x20 we have finally taken Charlie out as a candidate to be the father of Sophie’s child because it’s been confirmed that he ends up with Valentina (Side note: love this revelation. I was on a fifty-fifty with them but they fit well and love each other); Drew can also be taken out of the equation because of how future Sophie talks about him as a mere catalyst, but since there’s not an official confirmation we can just put him down the list for now

- Once again, it needs to be mentioned that the way Sophie talks about Sid in her story is always in a good light. She talks about the father so fondly and only Sid is the male character who is presented with so much emphasis about his personal life, his goodness, and his ability to have someone stir up their fondness for him

Parallels & Connections with HIMYM/Ted and Tracy:

- Alliteration names (Ted Mosby and Tracy McConnell, Sophie and Sid—if Sid’s last name also starts with a letter “T” like Tompkins then that would be interesting)

- Both are romantics. Sophie is a hopeless romantic who can’t find “the one” like Ted, while Sid is a committed romantic who is (and possibly going to be was) in a longterm relationship like Tracy

- Sophie and Sid swap phones, paralleling the yellow umbrella swap

- Sophie and Sid’s banters are very similar to that of Ted and Tracy’s

- Sid has Ted’s old room

- In connection to a point from the previous section, Sophie painting Sid in a picture that’s so positive and feeling untainted is very similar to how Ted paints Tracy in his stories—perfect, an angel, someone who no one could say something bad about, with great fondness

- Not directly related to HIMYM, but in the original HIMYM spin-off (How I Met Your Dad), the lead character Sally met the dad as she was preparing to get divorced. The script of this scrapped spin-off was reworked into HIMYF. I’m not saying it’s a direct answer, but what if the divorce storyline is gonna go to HIMYF’s only married main character father option?

- Sophie and Sid both play detective in 2x19. In HIMYM, Ted and Tracy have this running gag that they loved sleuthing

- Both Sophie and Ted went through all the lengths to get with Jesse and Robin, respectively. When Ted met Tracy he didn’t have to work so much, he just let it happen. Both shows work with a philosophy on how love is hard but loving is supposed to be easy. Both Robin and Jesse have complicated love lines with Ted and Sophie, respectively

Also if it’s any consolation, I previously took a film course for my major. So while I do acknowledge that I could be reading into things too much, I did have backing since I tried to incorporate the concepts to pick these things up.

#THE WRITERS ARE MAKING IT MORE OBVIOUS NOW #because why on earth would hannah assume it’s sophie #but that assumption aside #there’s just so many hints on why it’s gonna be sid #sid is the father #how i met your father #himyf #sid and sophie #sid x sophie #sidsophie

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multifandomlover01 · 6 months

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I Hesitate to Put “Wife Guy” Here

Spencer Reid x Wife!Reader (implied BAU!Reader as well)

WC: ~3.7k

Summary: Spencer’s wife finds it funny, the number of girls that are auditing his class. She initially had no plans to do anything about it…those plans change when Spencer calls her out for chuckling about it.

Disclaimer: I am just in season 6 and these events take place in season 13 but this is fanfic so canon doesn’t matter only my horniness does lol (extremely canon divergent/AU even because in the background I accidentally implied that he took more time off and that it was of his own accord)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI (no actual explicit smut but it’s still suggestive) use of derogatory terms such as whore, but it’s meant in a playful manner. The dynamic is really relaxed and laid back, the dom is soft and the sub is slightly sassy. Use of ma’am. But there is some teasing and hints of meanness in the dynamic. Mention of “claiming” but it’s also meant in a teasing manner. College aged girls being attracted to their professor that they then find out is also married. Mention of this not deterring at least one of the students. One of the students actually not being deterred and being caught by wife in office (not cheating but the female student is clearly trying to seduce Reid when his wife walks into his office)

Ep: 13x16 (loosely)

Gif credit: imagining-in-the-margins

Background: Spencer and reader have been involved for years, from immediately hitting it off to being friends to confessing their feelings to dating to becoming engaged and then finally marrying and they really missed each other while Spencer was in prison for a few months after he was framed for murder. He decides he needs time away from the FBI and decides to apply to become a part time professor at a university (Georgetown I think lol or some fictional one actually? I dunno tbh). It is agreed that you should go on hiatus from your FBI assignment to the BAU to become a counselor at the college to like be there not really to “keep an eye on him” like babysitting him or to make sure he doesn’t crack up but just…to make sure he’s ok. For whatever reason you are sitting in on his class, just like in the back when it becomes apparent that a certain segment of his class population has a very special interest in your husband.

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You chuckled at the number of hands that went up when he’d asked how many of the students were auditing the class.

Spencer turned to you at the sound and smirked.

“Care to share with the class?” He asked, trying not to be too teasing in front of his students.

“Oh. N-no…sorry…please, continue.” You said while smiling.

This made him smile even more.

“No, if you have something to say, say it.”

You stood up and walked toward him.

“If I may address your class, Professor.” You said, also trying to not be too teasing in front of his students.

He nodded, indicating that you could.

“All of you that just had your hands up, put them back up.”

They did.

“Now, if you’re auditing this class and you’re not of the female sex, put your hand down.”

No one did (maybe there actually was a guy or two that was that may or may not have been ogling him). You chuckled and glanced at Spencer, noticing a faint blush as he realized all of the auditors were female.

“If you find my husband attractive, keep your hand up.” You said as you smirked and gestured to him.

Looks of horror came across a lot of the girls’ faces as they realized they’d been called out and that they’d been ogling their professor in front of his wife the entire time, they slowly put their hands down. But you noticed one or two of them keep their hands up for a few seconds before reluctantly putting them down. (Should I have at least one challenge this verbally?)

“That’s what I thought.” You smirked as you turned to Spencer, noting the now deepened rouge on his cheeks. “It’s all yours, Professor.”

You go back to my seat behind him.

After the class when all of the students had left the classroom, Spencer came over to you. He stood right in front of you. You were on your phone and looked up at him.

“Yes?” You asked, trying not to smile.

“What did you think you were doing earlier?” He asked, you could tell he was trying to be more authoritative like he was with his students but you could hear the hint of embarrassment in his voice.

“I’m sorry if it upset you.”

“N-no no, if anything, I’m glad you were here. If you hadn’t been…well…”

“You might actually have had to have fended off a hoard of horny college girls all by yourself?” You say, chuckling.

He visibly cringed as you said that.

“Please…don’t…” he whispered.

“You might still have to. I certainly saw a glint in the eyes of one or two of them before they reluctantly put their hands down too, not wanting to seem suspicious for not caring if you were married or not…including the girl who first told you that she was just auditing the class while she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.” You chuckled.

“Oh god.” Spencer groaned softly. He knew you were right. He now remembered he’d noticed one or two girls hesitate to put their hands down, still eyeing him with interest, including the first girl, as you had mentioned. “I-I can’t…deal with them. I mean…what am I even supposed to do?” He was obviously distressed.

“Turn them down?” You suggested it like it was obvious…because it was.

He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Well obviously. But they’re young, I…I don’t wanna hurt them.”

“Who cares? You’re their professor. It’s unethical for you to get involved with them. Say that. Be blunt. Be stern.”

“Have you met me?” He chuckled.

“No.” You say sarcastically as you draw the word out and roll your eyes playfully.

You can see, though, that he’s actually really nervous. You sigh.

“Look, Spence…you’re really attractive, that’s just a fact. People are attracted to you. This is also a fact. But I can’t be with you every second of every day. You have to learn how to handle these kinds of things by yourself.” (He…hadn’t by now? He…hadn’t dealt with it before? But are we pretending he’s not attractive? Even if he’s awkward?)

He groaned.

“But I don’t wanna. I’d much rather just keep you by my side…so you can keep them away from me…” He was almost pouting.

“Like I pointed out earlier…I don’t think a couple of them are going to be deterred…so you’re gonna have to handle them yourself because I can’t always be here.”

He groaned again.

“Please don’t remind me of that.”

He pulled you out of your chair and into his arms. He stroked your hair as he held your waist.

“I love you. I only want you. I don’t need anybody else. I just wish everyone else would leave me alone.” He places a kiss to your hair.

“Hey, it’s not your fault or mine that you’re hot.”

He scoffed but then smirked.

“Speaking of hot…it was kinda hot what you did earlier, you know…taking control like that…”

You scoffed lightly.

“I chuckled at the fact that all of the auditors were girls, you called me out on it, I tried to back out of it, trying to be respectful, but you got intrigued and playful and I got an idea.” You shrugged.

“And what a wonderful idea it was.” He kissed the top of your head again.

“You don’t think they’ll tell anyone and that you’ll get in trouble for that, do you?” You asked, actually concerned he might.

Spencer shrugged.

“Maybe, maybe not. I don’t really care either way. I like to think of it as you gently reminding them not to make a mistake by coming on to a professor.”

You now shrugged. “I guess you’re right.” You smiled at him.

“At any rate…I really liked you claiming me as yours in front of everyone.” He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“Oh? Is that what I did? You know…I did notice you blushing.”

“How could I not? You told all those girls that I was someone else’s man. Your man, specifically.”

“That’s right. I did. And you are.”

“I uh…kinda got a little…” He gently takes your hand and places it over his crotch “um…aroused by your display…” He seems a bit embarrassed by it.

“Oh my god, you’re so hard.” You whisper as you look up at him in disbelief to see his face redden even more. You smirked. “Me telling those girls you’re mine got you this hard?”

“Y-yes, ma’am, it did.”

“My my my, what a whore you are. You’ve got another class to teach in like half an hour.” You chuckled, hoping it was clear that you were just teasing him lightly and didn’t mean him any harm.

Spencer’s face reddens even more as you call him a whore and as he realizes that you’re right and it’s inappropriate for him to be like this right now but he can’t bring himself to care.

“Y/N, please, you can’t just leave me like this.”

“Well it’s not as if I meant to give you an erection.” You chuckled.

“Oh, please, you think you can put those girls in their place like you did and I’m not gonna get aroused?” He scoffs, dropping his submissive demeanor for a second.

“Not my fault you’re a whore for me.” You lean in to whisper in his ear.

“Kinda your fault.” He muttered.

“Excuse me?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at him and feigning anger (I dunno how else to word this lol)

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am. But it’s really not my fault that you’re worth being a whore for so much.” He said while once again dropping the submissive demeanor briefly.

“You could think about something boring like statistics and not get an erection in front of your students…” You shrugged, but knowing that’s (surprisingly or maybe not so surprisingly) the last thing he’d want to do.

“How could I think about statistics when my wife basically owned a bunch of desperate 20 year olds and was super nonchalant but also super hot about it?”

“You need to learn to control yourself.” You smirked. You were completely not serious. The girls could stare all they wanted at his erection for all you cared. You were the one who caused it and you were the one who would be taking care of it for the poor pathetic (affectionate) man. (Or not…right now at least…oops)

“I can’t control myself when I’m around you. I’ve never been able to control myself around you, you know that. The first time we met I could barely get my fucking name out.” (Take out curse word or keep it in? Dude’s 37, he’s allowed to curse lol)

You chuckled.

“I remember. Your face was redder than it is now. Derek had to tell me your name for you.”

Spencer scowls slightly.

“Yeah…he tried to flirt with you too.”

“And failed.” You scoffed.

“Obviously.” Spencer chuckled. “But God am I happy you gave me a chance.”

“Are you kidding? From the second I laid eyes on you, I was gone. You had me completely.”

“Y-you were? I did?” Spencer asked, almost not believing that his incredibly amazing wife could have fallen for him that fast.

“Hell yeah. Derek’s cocky demeanor and use of “pretty girl” was old and tired. I shut that down real quick. But you? You were a blushing mess. You tripped over your own shoe and told me my blouse looked pretty, but you were stuttering so bad you barely got it out. And you were so quiet my brain processing speed was not having a great day because it was my first day and I was super anxious so I had to ask you to repeat yourself and your face reddened and I felt so bad. But you did repeat yourself, loudly and clearly…maybe a little too loud.” You chuckled lightly.

Spencer scoffed lightly.

“God I-I was that bad, wasn’t I?” Spencer’s face reddened but this time from embarrassment and not just arousal. “Tell me again what you ever saw in me?”

“I saw an incredibly kind, sweet, caring and handsome young man. And I was right. That’s exactly what you were. And I was lucky to find you.”

“You were lucky? N-no, hon, I’m the lucky one here.” He said as he cupped your face.

“Well we can both be lucky, then.”

“Well I’m luckier.”

“It’s not a competition, dear.”

“R-right…sorry…I just…God, I just love you so damn much.” He began to stroke your cheek.

“I love you too…but I’ve gotta go, I’ve got a counseling session with a student and you’ve got another class to teach.” You smile as you twist in his arms to pick up your bag, putting your phone in it. “Come on…we’ve both got things to do.” You say as you try to get out of his grasp.

“But the only thing I wanna do is you, hon.” He pouted.

“Spencer,” You warned teasingly, “come on, be a good boy and teach your class. I’ll see you later, ok?”

You finally got out of his grasp and picked his cardigan up off the back of the chair and put it on him, hoping it will be long enough to help with his problem. It just barely is.

“Y/N, you can’t just…leave me like this.” He gestures down to his crotch which still sports a semi-prominent bulge.

“Maybe they won’t notice. Just…stand behind your podium or something.” You chuckle as you give him a quick peck on the lips before starting to exit the room.

“What if more girls are auditing this next class and they…ogle me?”

“Deal with it.” You shrug as you continue to walk out of the room. “Tell them you’re their professor, that it’s inappropriate, and that you’re married. You can do it, I believe in you.”

“I’m glad one of us does.” He grumbles. “I’ll miss you.”

“Don’t miss me too much, it’s not gonna help you.”

“I’m not thinking about statistics…” He reiterates.

“It’s your favorite!”

“You’re my favorite!”

“Not in the professional work environment, I’m not. How the hell did you handle yourself at the BAU?” You chuckle.

“There were less horny college girls then…” He shrugs.

“Ah, well…just…try not to think about me, ok?”

“Impossible.” He chuckles as he shakes his head.

“Good luck then and try not to get fired.” You chuckle again as you finally exit the classroom.

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Spencer’s POV

I groaned as I watched her leave the room. I knew we both had things to do but I just didn’t want her to leave. Can anyone really blame me for just wanting to be with my wife and not have to deal with these…insatiable college girls? I was glad she wasn’t insecure about them. Why should she be? She’s my one and only. She has no need to be insecure or jealous about 20 year olds. Although her making sure that at least one of my classes knew that I was hers was…not something I would’ve expected from her although I’m not at all surprised I got a boner because of it.

I really did find it…quite arousing how she put those girls in their place by telling them I was married. I really did hope it deterred most of them, but I involuntarily shuddered as I remember that one of the girls, the one who had first told me she was only auditing the class and therefore believed she didn’t have to take notes or care, winked at me before slowly putting her hand down a few seconds after everyone else. Her shirt was too low cut and her skirt was too short for the late August weather, which was already starting to dip down a bit (not exactly what she was wearing but who cares? And let’s forget in canon it was March maybe? No? I dunno. I’ve pretty much decided this is canon divergent at this point). I was worried that this student might try something when my wife wasn’t around. But I had to remind myself that I was indeed a 37 year old man who could handle girls 15-17 years younger than him. I just hoped that maybe they…wouldn’t try so hard?

I refocused my attention to preparing for the class that I had in fifteen minutes in the same lecture hall, a few students filtering in early. I hoped nobody would come up to me before class started…or after it ended…today or any day…at least with the express purpose of…what I guessed was to seduce me?

Unfortunately luck was no longer in my favor today as five minutes before class started, a girl in a dress that was too low cut and too short. She felt the need to put her elbows on my podium and lean forward so I could see down the front of her dress. I looked her in the eyes.

“Can I help you?” I hoped my voice was friendly and that it hadn’t wavered.

“I most certainly hope you can.” She said in a tone that I knew was meant to be seductive and then she winked at me. I felt like I wanted to vomit (lol really? That’s a bit…extreme of a reaction). Could she really not find some poor sap her own age to bother? Why was she bothering me?

“What can I help you with?” I asked, trying to remain professional.

“I think the better question is how I can help you.” She bit her bottom lip.

“Do you have a question?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even.

“I think I have several questions…” she twirled her hair between her fingers.

“Do any of them have to do with the course material?”

“No.” She says as if it’s not a big deal that she’s wasting my time then if that’s the case.

“Well I have to prepare for class real quick so could this wait until after?” Or quite possibly until the end of time?

“You’re gonna make me wait?” She pouts. “Really?” She leans forward more, pushing her breasts up.

“Yes.” I deadpan as I look her dead in the eyes. “Please take your seat.”

She continued to pout, her eyes scanned my face intensely and I immediately felt very uncomfortable.

“P-please return to your seat. I need to start the lecture.” I tried to force my cheeks to not turn red from anxiety because I was terrified that the young woman would think that her flirtations were working, therefore prompting her to continue them.

She huffs and returns to her seat but her hips saunter as she does so. My eyes immediately snap down to my lecture notes.

“So, uh t-today we will be talking about…”

As I started my lecture, I noticed the student that had walked up to me before class along with, again, several other female students looking at me quite intently. I tried my hardest to concentrate on what I was saying and not the lips being bitten or the hair being twirled.

I knew that I stammered and stuttered more than I usually did. I don’t think I’ve stuttered this much in years. I hope it’s not misconstrued as their flirtations getting to me. I hope none of them approach me after class. I simply could not take it. I just wanted to gather up my stuff and go visit my wife in her office up on the counseling floor.

But, alas, luck was again not on my side. Another girl, in an outfit that seemed just as inappropriate for the weather as the one from before class, came up to me.

“Professor…” She propped her elbows up on my podium and held her chin in her palms.

“Yes? Can I help you?” I asked, slightly annoyed.

“I had a question about something…”

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Reader POV

It was just after Spencer’s office hours and you were done with students for the day so you decided to go down to pay him a visit. You weren’t expecting any students to be in his office since it was about ten minutes after his office hours ended so you just walked right into his office.

You froze when you saw a female student with one hand on his desk and the other on the back of his chair, leaning over.

You coughed awkwardly and Spencer’s eyes snapped from the student’s eyes to yours. His face was red and he was sweating slightly. The female student looked at you and scoffed lightly, apparently annoyed at being interrupted.

“Excuse me…” You said as you turned around to walk out of the room.

“Wait!” You hear your husband exclaim frantically.

You stop and turn around. The female student looks very annoyed.

“You seem to be with a student at the moment…I can wait.” You say, trying to remain calm because you knew that he wasn’t going to be seduced by this student and you didn’t want to make a scene like you had made earlier in the day.

“No uh p-please…stay. We’re almost done.”

“Yeah, I was just asking him a question about…” she trails off as she tries to think of what to say.

“Yes?” You ask, expectantly.

“Triggers…that was it…I was asking him about triggers.”

“With your chest in his face?” You scoff lightly.

“Oh well he uh…invited me closer to demonstrate something…”

“The hell he did.” You muttered.

“Look, I don’t know what you think is going on here, but it’s not, ok?” She straightened up and crossed her arms.

“Oh, sweetie, how stupid do you think I am? I have a Master’s degree in Behavioral Analysis, I know exactly what’s going on here.”

“And what would that be?” She asks, hand on her hip.

“You’re trying to seduce your professor. You do know it’s unethical for a professor and a student to engage in sexual relations with each other, yes?”

“So?”

“So…He could lose his position here.”

“But it’s just a little fun.” She pouts as she runs her hand down his arm and he stiffens and his face turns even redder. He looks at anything that isn’t her, mostly you with eyes that beg you to make her stop.

“Miss, please don’t do that.”

“Oh? Why not? I think he likes it.”

“He does not and even if he did, this is completely inappropriate.”

“How the hell do you know that he doesn’t like it? Who the hell are you anyway?!”

“His wife.” You say nonchalantly.

She looks you up and down and scoffs.

“Aren’t you a little bit…not in his league?” It was clear she thought you weren’t attractive enough to be with Spencer.

Your expression darkens and Spencer’s eyes snap to her again finally.

“Excuse me, that’s my wife you’re talking about.” Spencer says, suddenly confident, vocal, and angry.

“Well between you and me, you could do a whole lot better…more specifically, you could do me…” She smirked as she leaned down again.

Spencer lept out of his chair and away from her.

“The hell I will! I want you out of my office this instant, young lady.” He said firmly.

She scoffs and storms out, brushing past you rudely, bumping into your shoulder.

You both observe her as she leaves. When she is out of sight, Spencer exhales deeply and sinks back down into his chair.

You sigh, turn around to close and lock his office door, and go over to him. You stand behind his chair and begin to work out the tension in his neck and shoulder muscles.

He moans, almost pronographically, as you do so (lol why?). You smirk in response, leaning down to kiss his neck lightly.

“It’s ok, baby, I’m here. It’s just you and me. It’s just us.” You whisper in his ear

“Just us. Only us.” He sighs as you kiss his neck and massage his shoulders.

“Relax. You’ve had quite the day. Let me take care of you.”

He sighs. “Thank you.” He mutters.

“Mmm…you’re welcome, baby…now…your office hours are over and I’m done with seeing students for today…so why don’t we go home and…continue this?”

“Or we could just stay right here...”

“In your office?” You chuckled. “I think that’d be heavily frowned upon. We’re already avoiding you getting fired by sleeping with a student, why don’t we keep the streak going and avoid you getting fired by fucking your wife in your office, yeah?”

Spencer pouted. “Fine.”

“Good boy. Let’s go.” You pat his shoulders as you push yourself off of him.

“Yes, ma’am.” Spencer stands up and collects his things. He follows you out of his office, turning the lights off and locking the door behind him. He takes your hand in his.

You walk hand in hand out of the building and towards your car. He opens the passenger seat door for you before going to get in the driver’s seat. He puts his satchel in the backseat.

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celticcrossanon · 3 months

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BRF Reading - 2nd of February, 2024

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 2nd of February, 2024

Question: Will Harry be moved from the royal family website in the next three months?

Interpretation: At his point, it looks likely

Card One: The Three of Swords.

This is a card of pain, heartbreak, despair. suffering. There is a lot of pain in the future. This could happen in various ways - Harry could do something that is even worse than he has already done, it could hurt King Charles to take him off the website, Harry could feel hurt at being removed from the website. Any or all of the above are possible. I'm not getting any sense of who this pain is from or who feels it, the energy is simply of pain and heartbreak in the not-to-distant future.

Clarifier: The Eight of Cups. This is a card of walking away from a situation that causes you pain/grief/suffering. It is also one of my death cards, as it shows a descent into the underworld.

I think that after his procedure, King Charles will find that he hasn't got the strength to deal with Harry and Meghan, and he walks away from the situation, either by handing it over to Prince William to deal with or by doing whatever his advisors/his wife thinks is best - a 'tell me what to do and I will do it' attitude. The pain of dealing with his errant son is going to be too much for him to cope with, so he is going to respond by abandoning his responsibility and walking away. He will let other people deal with the matter.

Card Two: The Page of Pentacles.

This is the card of an earth sign child, and/or a message about money/status/material things, and it is also my card for the UK as a country. There are two energies from this card. The first is that of the will of the people in the UK, who want Harry off the website and stripped of his titles. This is a pressure that is on King Charles and I believe he is aware of it. The second energy is that of a message being sent with an Earth sign child, Harry is the earth sign child, so either he sends a message to his father and is taken off the website as a result, or he is taken off the website as a warning to him over his behaviour.

Clarifier: The Wheel of Fortune in reverse. This is an indication that someone's fortunes are going to take a downwards turn. I believe that this applies to Harry, that his reputation is going to decline even further, and part of that could very well be his removal from the website.

Card Three: The Lovers

The Lovers is a card about choices, particularly choices in relationships and partnerships, especially romantic relationships. It is upright, so this is not about a split in relationships.

The energy coming through here is that of choices. Someone is going to have to make a choice; they can't continue to try and balance things. I think that Harry is going to have to choose between his wife and his status as a prince of the UK, and King Charles is going to have to choose between his care for his son and the demands of his role as monarch, i.e. protecting the BRF and possibly the UK from further reputational harm.

The Lovers is the card of Gemini, and Gemini is a duality. Again, this says to me a choice between two things - Harry/King Charles can no longer go on having both things at once, a decision has to be made to draw closer to one and further away from the other.

Depending on what choices Harry and King Charles make, there is a slim possibility of a reconciliation and Harry being back on the website, or never removed from it at all.

Clarifier: The Queen of Cups in reverse.

This is the card for Cancer, and we have three Cancerians in the BRF - Queen Camilla, Prince William, and Prince George. The Queen of Cups can be the card of the mother, and Princess Diana was also a Cancerian.

The energy of this card is that something is going to happen that centres around one of the four people above, and it will be so bad that King Charles will have to make a choice - he will not be able to put it off any longer. I think it will be something around Princess Diana, but I am not 100% certain. I am getting Princess Diana energy from the card, so it could be her.

The other things that may happen is something about the Harkle children, as this is the card of the mother in reverse. Maybe Meghan will be proven not to be their mother, or something like that. That feels more like an energy that will feed into and overshadow this decision about the website, but not the main reason for it.

Underlying Energy: The Four of Swords

This is a card of rest, retreat, retirement from something. It is also a card of having a damaged reputation and retiring to lick your wounds. It can also be a death card. The three of swords in the main reading moves to the four of swords, the underlying energy.

The energy of this card is of retirement, which makes me think that Harry (and Meghan) are going to be 'retired' from the royal website, either because of the damage they have caused to the BRF, or because they do something so awful that it is impossible to keep them on the website, or both.

Conclusion:

The strongest energy from this reading is the first card, the Three of Swords. Unless something changes the energy flows, there is some sort of heartbreak coming up either for Harry, the BRF, or both in the next three months.

I have to mention here that there was quite a bit of death energy in this reading. The Three of Swords can be a death card, as can the Eight of Cups and the Four of Swords. I'm mot getting any warnings of a person dying, which means either it is not a person dying or I'm not allowed to receive advanced warning of a death. I do think that something will end, but I'm not sure what, and that ending might be Harry off the website or the catalyst for that action.

That Three of Swords heartbreak will be the catalyst for sending a message to Harry about his status, which could very well be his retirement from the royal website because of his damaged reputation. Depending on how The Lovers card plays out in real life, he will remain off the website or he will be restored to it.

The decision to remove Harry from the website or not is all about reputation - both his own and the damage he has caused the BRF.

Given the underlying energy, I think that Harry will be removed from the royal family website in the next three months.

The energy from this reading gets weaker as the cards progress. Underlying concern about Harry's reputation and the damage he is going to the BRF - yes. This concern fuelling discussion about removing Harry from the website - yes. Some sort of extreme nastiness and pain in the near future - definite yes. Paying attention to what the people want - maybe. Removing Harry from the website as a message to him over his status - this is a stronger maybe, very close to a yes. Keeping him off the website permanently - this is where things get wispy and unclear. I think that depends on how future events unfold.

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flowerandblood · 11 months

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The sweetest fruit (8)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Valyrian! • female ]

[ warnings: oral sex, sex content, smut, angst, dirty talk ]

[description: (Anon Request) Aemond is to meet his future wife from Essos, in whose veins runs the blood of Old Valyria. They’ve been engaged since they were kids, but he’s in no hurry to get married and he’s not happy about her arrival. His future wife, however, turns out to be someone completely different than he expected. Smut, angst and a lot of sexual tension.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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After an unpleasant incident between Aegon and Lady Vhassar, the king and queen decided that he would be sent to Sept for a few months, to be completely isolated among the monks, without alcohol or women, to think things over. The prince had insisted he wouldn't go anywhere, but Ser Criston and the other guardsmen gave him no choice.

Lady Vhassar and her husband watched with satisfaction from above as the prince left the keep through the courtyard under escort. The bruise on Lady Vhassar's cheek was almost invisible now, in a slightly yellowish color.

However, she wore it with pride, as a proof of her fidelity and devotion to her husband. From that event, she began to be treated with more respect and esteem, removing from her the patch of an ordinary lady-concubine from Essos.

Aemond looked at her intently. Even though she didn't bring up the subject, he couldn't help feeling guilty.

From the moment she confessed to him that she reciprocated his feelings, their passion in bed, though intense and brutal at times, was also filled with tenderness and care that he had not known before. He saw that he began to take great pleasure in slowly making love to her, as their bodies were pressed together in a strong embrace.

It turned out that when they talked to each other and exchanged opinions, they were a surprisingly calm and harmonious married couple. His wife knew exactly his daily schedule and adjusted her activities, so that afternoons and evenings could be spent together.

He noticed that she no longer looked at other men and sought their attention. At the sight of him, when they encountered each other in the corridor, she smiled sweetly and happily, running lightly towards him. He didn't tell her, but she touched him with her devotion and the warmth he felt from her.

From the moment he took off his eyepatch in front of her, when they were alone, she had been taking it off herself. She said she loved seeing her husband's face and was happy to be the only one to see him as he is. His scar and missing eye didn't deter her.

She helped apply ointments when the pain became unbearable again. She didn't even flinch as he took the sapphire stone out of his eye socket to let his skin rest. It didn't impress her at all.

She was always the one who surprised him with new ideas for spending time, including in bed. This time, however, he had a plan. He had obtained permission, albeit reluctantly, from his mother and was finally able to share it with her. He pursed his lips as he gathered up the courage to tell her.

"I want to get to know your homeland." He said finally. She looked at him, surprised, not fully understanding what he was talking about.

"Do you want me to recommend a book to you?" She asked with a smile, thinking he was talking about the customs and traditions of her continent. Aemond looked at her intensely.

"No. I want to fly with you on Vhagar to Volantis." He spoke seriously and calmly. His wife stared at him in disbelief, for a moment obviously thinking that he was joking. Seeing that his expression hadn't changed, she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes shining with happiness.

"Really?" She asked quietly, barely holding back the excitement that was building in her body. A smirk appeared on his face at her question.

"Yes. These are the lands of our common ancestors, full of places I'd like to see." He said with satisfaction. "I've already arranged everything with my parents."

Lady Vhassar threw herself into his arms, unable to contain the euphoria that flooded her muscles. He ran his hand through her soft, flower-scented hair and kissed her forehead. His wife cupped his cheeks in her hands, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes sparkled in the sun.

"When will we fly?" She asked quietly.

"Tomorrow morning."

***

Lady Vhassar could not sleep at night from excitement. She kept squirming in her husband's arms, tossing and turning, causing him to grunt in displeasure. He pulled her tightly against him, her bare back pressed against his chest. He wrapped her in an iron embrace in his arms, burying his face in her hair.

"Stop fidgeting, woman, and let me sleep if I have to command the dragon tomorrow for so many hours of travel." He said impatiently. She pressed her lips together humbly, snuggling into his arms, pressing her breasts against them.

"I'm sorry." She whispered softly. "I'll try."

She felt her husband's manhood throbbing hard against her buttocks. She smiled to herself but didn't move, not wanting to annoy him. She heard him only sigh heavily, frustrated. His hand cupped her breast and began to massage it, his nose touching her neck. A pleasant shiver ran through her.

"You woke me up." He grunted low, his hand sliding down to her thigh.

He took her from behind, just like the first time they did it together. Only when he came inside her, panting heavily, all hot and sweating, did he fall asleep in a peaceful, deep sleep.

He woke up first, before the sun came up. He didn't have the strength to open his eye. The smell and warmth of his wife cuddled up to him, intertwined with his body, made all he dreamed about was to sleep on.

He knew, however, that they had a long and hard journey ahead of them. He propped himself up on one elbow, sleepy, and kissed her lingeringly on the cheek. She hummed low, dissatisfied that he had changed such a pleasant position.

"Wake up, sweet wife. We must set off." He said, running his hand over her back and hips. She moaned softly, pressing her face against his body, her eyes still closed.

He sighed heavily, took her in his arms, and lifted her. She sobbed as he carried her, wrapping her legs tightly around him. He sat her down on the table in front of him, brushing unruly strands of her hair out of her face.

"Wear what we've been talking about. The journey will be faster than the ship, but inconvenient. Do you remember everything I told you?" He asked, and she rubbed her eyes sleepily. She nodded, resting her forehead against his shoulder, unable to make any effort.

"What are you going to do when we approach Vhagar?" He asked, wanting to make sure she remembered everything.

“Wait until she accepts my scent. Don't speak Valyrian to her to not confuse her. Don't make any sudden movements." She mumbled, nestled into him with her eyes closed, partially extending her doze.

He kissed her bare shoulder with a sound of contentment.

"Very well. Get dressed."

***

Aemond had sent their bags to Volantis a few days earlier, informing his wife's parents of their future arrival. The servants had prepared provisions for them in advance, and they set off on horseback to where Vhagar was. Ser Criston accompanied them to see that everything went according to plan.

As they arrived, Lady Vhassar could see a cliff and a great rise beyond the forest. She followed her husband, saying nothing, looking up at the sky to see if Vhagar might appear above them. Aemond had told her not to talk to him, so she didn't ask him anything. He stopped and looked at her meaningfully, then turned his gaze to the hill.

Only now did she realize that it wasn't a hill, but a great, coiled, sleeping dragon, its body rising and falling. Even in her imagination she had not thought that Vhagar was so big. She swallowed hard, her eyes filled with shock and excitement. She smiled widely at her husband, and he, seeing her reaction, kissed her head.

"Dohaeragon, Vhagar! (Serve me, Vhagar!)” He shouted loudly at her as he approached her alone, obviously wanting to wake her up. Lady Vhassar thought with a smile that he had a pleasant accent. Even though he could speak their native language, the thought of her speaking it fluently blocked and embarrassed him. They spoke only in the common language.

Lady Vhassar felt the ground quake beneath her feet, as the dragon slowly lifted her great head and turned to Aemond, looking at him expectantly.

Dragon inhaled loudly, smelling a new scent, her head bent towards her. She saw that her husband motioned for her to stand still and not move. Lady Vhassar, looking at her with horror and delight, thought she looked like the great lizards that she had often seen in Essos.

"Lykyri, Vhagar. Lykyri. (Easy, Vhagar. Easy.)” He said, putting his hand over her big mouth. The dragon leaned lower and blew hot air at her from her nostrils, which quickly turned into steam. Lady Vhassar coughed.

Vhagar put her head down in front of her after a moment, looking at her. She wanted to go over to her and touch her, but stopped herself, remembering her husband's remarks. Aemond extended his hand to her.

"Come." He said, his voice quivering with excitement. His wife came over to him, her legs trembling slightly. He led her to the long lianas that hung from the big seat at the top. She knew that she had to climb up there and sit down.

It wasn't an easy task, her arms weren't as well trained as his. He secured her from below, climbing up behind her, making sure she didn't fall.

She finally sat astride the saddle, exhaling loudly, looking around with a smile, obviously very pleased with herself. Aemond tied several ropes around her waist to make sure that she didn't fall. He surprised her with a sudden, greedy kiss, his tongue sliding between her lips, colliding with her own in a sticky, wet dance.

He couldn't contain the happiness and excitement he felt at the thought that his wife was riding a dragon with him. He pulled away from her, spun around in the seat, and commanded her to grip tightly around his waist. She humbly did as he asked, feeling how hard his and her heart was pounding.

"Soves, Vhagar! (Fly, Vhagar!)” He exclaimed, and the dragon rose sluggishly to her paws. Lady Vhassar pressed closer to her husband, feeling everything around them tremble.

Vhagar began to walk faster and faster and threw herself into the abyss, spreading her wings. Lady Vhassar squealed softly, feeling a weight and speed she had never known before.

She only calmed down when Vhagar rose high and spread her wings completely, her movements stable and repetitive. Aemond looked at his wife, saw that she was pale, her eyes wide.

"Everything's fine?" He shouted at her, because of the strong wind around them practically nothing could be heard. She nodded and smiled slightly.

Only now did she begin to enjoy the wonderful views that spread out below them. She thought, she might have given him paradise in bed, but he was the one who really took her to heaven. She clung to him tighter at the thought.

The journey was long and hard. They made several stops to eat, stretch and drink, but sitting in this seat for so many hours without being able to change position was very uncomfortable. All she wanted now was to lie down in her bed in Volantis.

She regained her energy and good mood as soon as she saw the walls and the great lantern of her city. She was touched, because in her heart when she left her home she thought she would never see him again.

Aemond had to land with Vhagar far enough away from built-up areas, on a large hill, so that the dragon would have enough space to herself and not pose a threat.

Her brother, Vhogar, rode out to greet them. He jumped off his horse and ran to her as soon as he saw her. They threw themselves into each other's arms, and Vhogar spun her several times. He lowered her and took her cheeks in his hands. He frowned as he saw the remnants of the bruises under her eye.

"Since iksis ziry? Bisa dyni encore iksis pyghagon ao? (What is it? This monster is beating you?)” He asked enraged, not knowing that Aemond understood every word he said. Lady Vhassar was about to reply quickly to correct him, but her husband was quicker.

"Nyke qringaomatan naejot mīsagon zirȳla hen ñuha lēkia. (I failed to protect her from my brother.)” He said low, looking away. Her brother looked at him in surprise, then laughed, shaking his head.

"Nyke geptot ñuha mandia isse go aōha mīsagon. Nyke geptot zirȳla konīr se ziry māzigon arlī pyghagon bē? (I left my sister under your protection. I left her there, and she comes back beaten up?)" He asked enraged, but she clamped her hand on his arm, looking pleadingly at him.

"Ziry gōntan daor gaomagon mirros naejot nyke. Ziry umbagon syt ñuha valzȳrys naejot henujagon nyke mērī isse se tistālion. (He did not do anything to me. He waited for my husband to leave me alone in the chamber.) She said quickly. She felt,that the atmosphere was tense and it all sounded very bad.

"Nyke jorrāelagon ñuha valzȳrys, lēkia. Ziry māstan kesīr lēda nyke, naejot mazverdagon nyke biare. (I love my husband, brother. He came here with me to make me happy.) She said calmly.

Her brother's face softened as she said the words. He looked at her husband, pursed his lips, and nodded, remembering that he was talking to the king's son after all.

"Forgive me, my prince. Saying goodbye to my sister was very painful for me. I was infuriated that someone had hurt her in my absence." He said, trying to put his feelings into words with a little more respect. Aemond looked at him blankly. He was boiling inside with rage, but he knew that he was right and he wasn't going to argue.

"I know, my Lord. I was as furious as you when I found out about it myself."

The three of them set off on horseback towards the city. Aemond immediately felt that it was much hotter around them than in Westeros. He had to take off his leather coat and jacket.

He was left in only a nightgown and trousers, and he still felt like he was about to melt. He no longer wondered why his wife could walk naked around her chambers in the summer. The heat must have been unbearable.

At their grand villa, her father greeted them, opening his arms wide to her. He also noticed a bruise on her cheek, but she lied that she slipped after taking a bath. Aemond and Vhogar looked away at her words, not wanting to broach the subject and spoil the evening.

Her father arranged a great feast for them. Aemond noticed, surprised and horrified, that some of the people were practically half-naked there. Everything was visible through the delicate, translucent materials. He didn't know where to look. His wife squeezed his hand, seeing his uncertainty and embarrassment.

"Don't pay attention to it. You'll get used to it soon." She said softly, and he nodded without speaking.

Although the couples moved before them in a dance far more sensual than that in Westeros, Lady Vhassar did not leave her husband's side at the table. She was asked to dance several times, but she replied that she had no strength for that after the journey.

He knew it was just the opposite - her buttocks must hurt immensely from sitting, and she'd be better off getting up and dancing. She just didn't want to leave him alone among complete strangers. He squeezed her hand under the table. She looked at him, suprised.

"I'm tired. Will you show me our chamber?" He asked, feigning indifference. They both knew that once his wife showed him their chamber, she would stay there with him. She nodded with a wide smile.

They said goodbye to her parents, informing them that they wanted to retire after a hard journey. They moved forward between the cool sand walls, so different from those in the Red Keep.

Lady Vhassar opened the door and they entered a spacious, huge room with a wonderful view of the city from the balcony.

Beautiful paintings of plants and flowers were painted on the walls. Her bed was covered with a large canopy, probably separating the sleeper from the insects, that flew into the chamber at night. His wife looked at him with a smle.

“Here I spent my entire childhood thinking of you, my husband. What are you like. How do you look. How do you say. What do you smell like?” She whispered, looking at him over her shoulder, as she untied her leather jacket.

Her rider's outfit perfectly fitted her curves, her breasts and buttocks which he had kissed and fucked so passionately in recent days. He felt pressure in his manhood at her words.

"And what am I like?" He grunted, not moving, looking at her expectantly. She smiled at his words. She took off her jacket and started unbuttoning her pants.

"You have a wonderfully low voice. I love it when you're deep inside me and talk to me." She whispered sensually, wetting her lips with her tongue, looking at him defiantly. His lower lip dropped slightly at her words, his chest heaving uneasily. He started to unbutton his pants.

"And your big hands. You hold me so tight with them when you fuck me." She purred, laying down on the bed in only her chemise, sliding it off her shoulders, showing him her beautiful, firm breasts.

She heard him swallow hard at the sight and she smiled widely. She was surprised that she still made the same impression on him as she had at the beginning of their acquaintance. She stared at him expectantly, watching him.

He walked unhurriedly towards the table where there were bowls of fruits that looked similar to the ones form their wedding night. He took one of them, cut into triangular pieces. It seemed meaty and juicy. He took a little on his fingers and licked it. It was cool, watery and sweet. He thought that was exactly what he needed.

"And your lips. They are full, they kiss and caress so wonderfully.” She grunted in satisfaction, as she saw him slowly making his way towards her. She saw that he was holding a piece of watermelon in his hand.

He stood over her. She took his free hand and slowly placed it on her breast. She massaged herself and pressed against his fingers, squeezing her eyes shut. "I don't think I need to explain to you that I love your tongue the most."

A smirk crossed his face at her words, letting her guide the movements of his hand, enjoying the softness and warmth of her breasts. He knelt in front of her, looking at her adoringly. He thought that they were made for each other. With his other hand, he placed the fruit on the bedclothes.

It was so brittle that a slight pressure was enough to break it apart under his fingers. She shuddered, looking at him with a sweet smile as his finger dipped in the flesh and ran over her other, exposed nipple.

It was so hot that he knew the cool fruit must have felt wonderful. She closed her eyes and hummed contentedly, delighted at how resourceful he was becoming.

She moaned sweetly as he leaned over her, the tip of his tongue teasing her nipple, trying a new and wonderful taste. He pulled away from her, feeling her whole body tremble under his touch.

"Is my tongue the only part of my body, that gives you pleasure?" He asked softly, looking at her expectantly.

"Of course not, my husband." She murmured encouragingly.

She was usually the dominant one. She took what she wanted, always made sure that she enjoyed everything. But with him she didn't have to worry about that.

She knew her pleasure was a priority for him and she could relax by focusing on teasing him. Aemond smiled to himself at her words and reached for the fruit again, scooping up a little more, than before with his thumb.

He put his finger to her mouth and she obediently parted her lips, allowing him to slide it inside. She sucked and licked it with her tongue, purring in delight, the wonderful sweet taste melting in her mouth.

She released his finger with a wet, loud sound. She parted her lips in contentment as he stood up and lowered his pants, his manhood throbbing all over, swollen and hard.

"Do you want to taste something new, my wife?" He asked low, stroking her chin with his finger. She smiled slightly and nodded her head.

She pursed her lips, feeling the wetness between her thighs as his hand sank into the soft fruit. He wiped all his manhood with it, making it dripping with juice. She thought it was the most perverted sight she had ever seen.

She immediately knelt in front of him on the bed, her tongue licking him up and down to see how it tasted. She purred contentedly, taking his wet cock in her hand, licking him further. His breathing quickened, his hand found its way into her hair.

"My good girl. I need you so fucking much. You know that?" He asked, looking at her as if she was the only reason he was still sane. She looked at him tenderly and lewdly at the same time, smiling sweetly.

"I know." She purred, taking him all in her mouth, sliding him all the way down her throat. He tipped his head back with a sound of delight, loving that she never compromised. No kind of intimacy embarrassed her, everything they did was completely natural and desirable for her.

When he had fun with Alys he only came in her mouth. He didn't want bastards like his nephews. With his wife, all he wanted was to come deep inside her, to fill her with his seed, to mark her with his presence. He had never felt so fulfilled as then.

That's why, even when she satisfied him with her mouth, he didn't fall asleep until he sank deep inside her, felt her wonderful warmth and came hard into her core.

He loved falling asleep inside her, and when he had to slip out, he watched with delight as his semen flowed out of her. He felt then that she was only his, and he knew that she loved that feeling herself.

For this reason, despite her wonderful caresses, he slipped out of her mouth and lay on top of her. He slid his tongue deep into her lips, tasting himself, licking her with grunts of delight. His hand found her swollen, sore clit, which he teased and massaged with two fingers.

He knew that when he touched the point directly it caused her pain. What she liked most was when he touched her all around, creating a slow, hot feeling in her lower abdomen. He smirked as she moaned softly.

Every once in a while his fingers slid into her wet, dripping entrance, teasing her. Her thighs parted invitingly before him, but he, unmoved, returned to earlier caresses. He felt her nipples hard with desire, pressing against his chest.

"Please, put him in me already" She whispered helplessly that what he wanted to hear. He looked at her with a smirk. He teased her entrance with the tip of his member, without putting him in.

"That's what you want, sweet wife? Do you want to feel how much your husband needs you?” He asked tenderly, breathing quickly.

"Yes, please, please, ah!" She moaned, leaning back as he entered her suddenly, slowly, sliding all the way inside her, pushing against her fleshy, wet, throbbing walls.

"You're so warm inside." He whispered in delight. He couldn't help himself and started to move inside her. He always promised himself to tease her longer, to get more of her sweet moans, but all he had to do was feel her and he was lost.

His cock moved on its own, seeking fulfillment, wanting to cum inside her, and her walls tightened around him, wanting to keep him inside.

They both began to pant, speeding up, their movements more aggressive and violent, his thighs slapping against her buttocks with a wet, perverted click. They stared at each other in delight, panting heavily, his thumb teasing her clit once in a while, making her shiver.

"I love you." He whispered suddenly, amazed at his own words that came out of his mouth spontaneously.

He loved her, because she traveled with him on the dragon, as befits his wife. He loved her, because she gave up her favorite activities, so he wouldn't feel alone in her homeland. He loved her, because she thought about his feelings and his needs, wanting nothing in return but reciprocation.

Her soft, startled groan answered him. She gripped his buttocks hard, his thrusts brutal and sure, massaging her where she needed it. She looked at him helplessly, unable and unwilling to hide her feelings anymore. She had never been so devoted or faithful to any other man before.

"Me too." She gasped, feeling she was on the verge of consummation, their bodies slapping each other with sticky, loud slaps, his hands clenched tightly around her hips. "Gods, I love you so much"

He leaned over her and kissed her, their lips and tongues colliding in a wet mess of their hot flesh and saliva. They gasped into each other's mouths, writhing under each other. They came moaning loudly, convinced that all of Volantis could hear them.

Aemond squeezed his eye shut as he felt his hot seed spill over her insides, filling her again. He stared at her, his eye filled with adoration and fulfillment. His wife reached up and stroked his cheek. She smiled at him warmly.

“I want to bear your children.”

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