#anyways. felt like giffing this bastard

[usetheeauthor]

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.

————

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.

—————

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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[wolvesandfoxes25]

The beauty of forgiveness..and how it tied together two storylines.

So, I did make a post on Jean saving Reiner but as I cooked dinner tonight, I thought back to one of my main otps...Destiel. And how Castiel saved Dean from hell. And...I thought back to Jean saving Reiner, and it clicked in my brain. Like a bulb flicking on.

TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide attempt gif from AOT and talk of suicidal ideation. PWC (proceed with caution.)

Anyway, we all know that Reiner was suicidal in Season 4. He was being eaten alive by guilt.. Not only that, but his ENTIRE life had been a lie. Not to mention, he was the only one in his group to return home. There's a lot of layers to Reiners tragic character. Self hatred, survivors guilt, insomnia, PTSD, weight loss, etc.)

All of these events came from him waiting for death.

First gif was after the declaration of war. He wasn't going to fight, he was waiting for it to all be over. He even says.."Just let me...die in peace." Suicidal ideation.

Second one..he attempts suicide. The ONLY thing that stops him from pulling that trigger was Falco and the future child warriors. That's it.

Third one: Waiting for Falco to eat him after Zeke transforms everyone. Didn't fight, or struggle, just wanted to be eaten and done. That's suicidal ideation.

Honestly, I could probably tack on more, but those were the BLATANT tries at killing himself. Not to mention, he allowed Jean to beat him to a bloody pulp and probably would've let him beat him to death, too. Yes, I said allowed.. he didn't make any sort of attempt to fight, didn't put his arms up, no shielding his face, nothing. He wanted that beating because he felt he deserved it. That's why he didn't fight back. Honestly, a part of me felt like he goaded Jean, he knows his temper (hair trigger) knows it's a sensitive subject. Knows nothing he says will make it better. And kept going, anyway. But that's just MY theory.

^^rough scene to watch. Because it makes Jean feel so fucking badly.

Part 2: Forgiven?

Jean says he forgives Reiner, but it still feels...empty? To me. But hell, maybe that's JUST me. Cause Reiner doesn't forgive himself. I think he's relieved to some degree that they UNDERSTAND the plight he, Annie and Bertolt went through. But is that forgiveness? Or just understanding?

Part 3: Reiner played a big part in Jeans story.

It's been established during training Reiner was held in high regard by the other scouts. Which is exactly what Reiner was trying to portray. A fake personality. A fake sense of security for those around him. And Jean wasn't impervious to this. He, like Reiner, had his own facade. Being a smart ass and overly confident. Which...as we know covered low self-esteem, low self worth and fear. Man, sounds like someone else we know, huh? Few things we know of Jean and Reiners childhoods..

Both bullied

Both 'sweet boys'

Both sensitive

Both mamas boys (I don't like Carina)

I'm gonna just add this. I LOVE how a lot of the men in this manga all really love their mothers. Jean, Eren, Armin, Levi, & Connie. I digress though.

Jean wanted to iminate Reiners' strength, perseverance, confidence, and skill.

^^bisexual panic 😋😋

"That beautiful bastard."

Continued on Post 2...

#jean x reiner #reijean #my meta #reiner x jean #reiner braun #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #part 1 of 2

[charliesgoodboy]

Eustass kid request ✨

So like reader is like rubbing his leg and his friend notices and is like “slept weird?” And instead of saying what really happened reader just said yeah

Readers friend is like giving tips on how to sleep better without waking up with an aching body part and like mid convo reader gets a text from Eustass

The text reads ‘Was I choking you too hard, darling?’

Reader just like freezes in place and looked over at Eustass who’s already staring at him, a small grin present on his face

-🌺Eustass Kid x Male reader(NSFW-ish)

-🌺Warming(s): mentions of Sex and choking

-🌺Bottom reader mentioned

-🌺A/N: I’m still cackling you call him Mr. Crocodile😭😭😭, also aint you mean neck- whatever

Damn this aching pain that kept shooting at your neck, it was like every second you were rubbing at it because you felt someone type of discomfort in it.

"Did you sleep weird or something ?" Your friend asks, "Hm ? Oh yea I just slept a bit a bit weird is all hehe.." Gosh were you a horrible liar, but atleast your friend believed you enough.

"Oh- Jeez ! (m/n) ya shouldn't be sleeping like that ! You don't want pains like this all the damn time, here let me give you some tips on-" Your train of thought got cut off with your phone notification dinging.

It was a text message from Kid, your so called 'enemy' at least that's what others always thought anyway.

The text message read, 'Was I choking you a little to hard, darling ?' Your face was tinted a dark shade as you turn over to Eustass who was giving you a stupid smirk.

"This fucking bastard.." You breathlessly mumble under your breath clenching your phone tight in your hand while he kept that stupid look on his face.

"Oi ! (m/n) are you listening to me at all ?" Turning away from Kid, you quickly look at your friend while you still had a achungpain in your neck.

"(m/n) keep your damn ears open so this doesn't happen again alright ?" "Yeah yeah, alright I get it I get it." You could could feel your phone still buzzing in your hand, making you flustered on what the hell this man sent you but you had to focus on your best friend.

This mother fucker.

I'll be non lazy for once and sorry this took so damn long i was tryna find a gif-

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[alycosworld]

Torturous

John Constantine x Batfam!Reader

A/N: somebody tell me why the only cartoon john constantine gifs i could find were this one AND THE KING SHARK ONE 😭😭 bloody hilarious man. anyways, this is for the anon who asked for john x batfam reader recs and i found tumblr LACKING. here u go ladies and germs. Gender-neutral reader, no physical attributes included, they/them pronouns.

also, john is like ?? old asf ?? so let's just say he's a solid 32 and reader is 27. for context, dick is 28 and Jason is 24, tim case duke and steph are like 17-19, damian is 14. and Bruce is somewhere around 50. btw not proofread.

soz for the long a/n, thank u for reading and enjoy!!

KEEP READING (im on mobile and it's not working so ill add it in later)

How did it come to this?

It had been torturous enough working with your family and John Constantine, but now you were sure he was trying to tease you.

Batman didn't like calling him for cases involving magic, he'd much prefer Zatanna, but she was away for whatever reason and there was no time to waste waiting for her to get back from god-knows-where.

But you guarantee you were more annoyed by John's presence. Merely seeing him pissed you off, and his laidback, flirty nature made it all the worse.

And no, it wasn't because you hated him. In fact, it was the complete opposite.

Sneaking around behind your family's back to see your Romeo was a chore, and not something you had the liberty of doing often with your myriad of vigilante duties and commitments to adult life. Visiting John and spending time with him was rare and something you treasured. Whether it be in some nostalgia-ridden English pub, staying at his house that still didn't quite make sense to you, or going on regular dates that you planned like restaurants and carnivals, you and John had the time of your lives. And after all the adventures you had been on, he finally admitted that he loved you, just as you had admitted it before.

But loving John Constantine was no simple feat. It came with challenges like murderous monsters, various being from Hell, and most recently, your family.

You knew Bruce would be less than approving. He knew how much of a troublemaker John was, and his self-proclaimed bastard status did not help. Bruce knew he was trouble, and frankly, so did you, but he was too sweet and loving in the end for you to care. He was more than some troubled magician with alcoholism issues, severe gambling debt and the ability to fuck a shark. He was also probably the sweetest guy you had met and he cherished you, showering you in unconditional love, as uncharacteristic as it seemed.

Which is why this particular case was so difficult. While John took every opportunity to flirt with you, you had to refuse every advance and bury the urge to grab him by the collar his stupidly overused coat and kiss him silly. But no, one of your siblings or Bruce was around at every given moment. Alfred had already known you and John were a thing and promised to keep things quiet.

"Are you listening, love?" John asked, specifically looking at you. You felt singled out between Damian and Stephanie, as they, Bruce, and a few of your other siblings stared at you in confusion. You had been listening, briefly, but couldn't for the life of you remember what John had said. It's not like it mattered, this was just John wrapping things up. The case was virtually over.

"Don't call me that," you hardened your gaze instead of smiling and swooning as you normally would when he looked at you with the same intensity as he was now. The subtle changes in your mannerisms towards each other had miraculously not been noticed by the others.

"That's not an answer, love," oh he just loved pissing you off, didn't he? When all this was over you were sure you would make sure he paid for his actions.

"Yeah, I was listening," you folded your arms as he narrowed his eyes at you.

"Y'know what? I don't think you were. You've been giving me attitude this entire case, and frankly, I'm done with it," John shot back with a smirk.

"Excuse me?" I asked, wondering where the hell he was going with this.

"Excuse us, is more like it. You can finish things up here, Bats, I'm sure. I'd like to have a word with them, if you don't mind," John began to walk towards you.

"I don't see how this is important to--"

"Great! We'll only be a moment, just carry on with the debrief," John placed a hand on your lower back, escorting you out of the batcave and upstairs to your room. You saw Dick and Cass along the way, starting at you two oddly but John just smiled and ushered you into the room.

"John, what the hell do you think you're do--!" he cut you off by pinning you to the wall and pressing his lip to yours, pulling away with a boyish grin.

"Oh, I have missed you, love," he smiled, about to dive back in but you pushed him back.

"John, you can't just pull me out of a debrief to make out--"

"We're gonna be doing a lot more than make out, sweetheart," he said, grabbing your hips with both hands. You rolled your eyes slightly before placing one hand on his waist and the other on the side of his neck, quickly flipping him around so he's against the wall. You grin a little at his flustered state.

"We're gonna get caught, hon, please don't do this. I love you but it hasn't even been that long--"

"Seconds without you are too long, sweetheart," he replied, and you chuckled.

"That's very sweet, J, but if you keep this up I'm not gonna be able to control myself. Bruce will kill me, and then wait until the others find out--"

"Too late," Damian stood in the doorway of your bedroom and you nearly jumped out of you skin.

"What sorcery is this, Constantine? What have you done to them?" Damian produced a dagger out of seemingly nowhere and you sighed.

"Dames--"

"What? I'm sorry, (Y/N), but I can't trust your words--"

"Damian, he didn't do anything. No magic, no tricks, nothing. We've been seeing each other for a while," Damian continues to stare at you, not believing you. You sighed, walking up to him and ruffling his hair, "I promise, Dames. John hasn't enchanted me or anything, I just-- I'm in love with him," you finished, staring back at John. Damian looked between you and him before sighing.

"You're really in love with him? Him, of all people? You know how badly Raven speaks of him," Damian folded his arms.

"Raven? She talks about me behind my back? Bloody hell, I'll be having words with her--"

"John,"

"Right! Yes, uhm, Damian, I swear I haven't cursed them to fall in love with me. Really, it's a miracle they love me at all--"

"Don't say that," you smiled.

"What? Its true! And if you're worried about me hurting them or something, you shouldn't be. I'd rather kiss Nergal than even try hurting them," John rolled his eyes.

"And you know I'd kick his ass if he tried anything, Dames," you smirked.

"Well, I just might enjoy that, love--"

"Fucking hell, John, he's fourteen!" you covered Damian's ears as John laughed loudly. Damian eventually swatted your hands away and glared at John again.

"I really do love him, Dames. And nothing you say is gonna change that. We've been dating for almost a year and I still love him, so clearly that counts for something," you assured him.

John bent down slightly to be eye-to-eye with Damian, "I would never do anything to harm them, squire. And I can't get rid of 'em, even if I wanted to," John chuckled.

"You know you love me," you grinned.

"Yeah, I do," John replied, sincerely, making you tense up.

"Fine, I approve," Damian said decisively.

"No one needed your approval, Dames, but thank you," you chuckled, pressing a kiss to John's cheek, "now, just please don't tell Bruce about this--"

"I already know," Bruce, now in casual clothes instead of his suit, rounded the corner and stood next to Damian as you blinked in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? No, don't tell me--" you peeked out of your room with John to see pretty much the rest of the family was listening. You sighed dragging a hand down your face as John chuckled nervously.

"Bollocks,"

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[enha-doodles]

“ GOODNIGHT LOVE ”

Pairing : jungwonxreader! Genre : yandere Warning : yandere behaviour , murder , bullying , sadist won , not proofread

Disclaimer : I don't support any yandere behaviours . This is all a work of fiction and my imagination . Credits of the GIFs to the owners . None of the members have the same personality or resonate the traits mentioned below .

You couldn't think of anything . Absolutely nothing . You just witnessed the murder of your boyfriend, the love of your fucking life which is now ruined by the only and only , Yang jungwon. That psycho bully of yours who made your life hell but still claimed you as his . He knew you had a boyfriend and you dearly loved him bcoz sunoo was so perfect that you couldn't ask for anything else . You and sunoo had been together for 2 years starting from your freshman year in high school . You were now a junior while jungwon and sunoo were in senior year. Jungwon swore he would destroy sunoo for stealing you away so they had a fight pretty much every month , you were sick of it but you couldn't do anything. All sunoo did was confront jungwon to stop bullying you and leave you alone . Both and you sunoo thought he was going for you bcoz he wanted revenge from sunoo for taking away the singing team captain position from him . But the reason was far from it , he wanted to break you and make you close to him . You were often crying from the bruises you got from jungwon . When he would pull you by your hair and the strong grip on your head brought tears from your eyes while he would only laugh . The times he would pull you into a classroom , grip your jaw so hard only to tell you to break up with sunoo as you continued to get away bcoz you would never break up with him without any reason . Or when he would drag you with that tight grip . The red marks are still there . It wasn't like he wanted to hurt you but you just wouldn't cooperate . You always turned a blind eye to him and run away from him all scared , it hurt him but at the same time the fear in your eyes caused an unexplainable excitement in him . But his patience was ending , seeing you with sunoo all drowned in love made him mad . So he made a plan to kill sunoo . He didn't care about the consequences but comon , he isn't that naive. He knows what to do to get away with the murder he oh so waited for . To torture that bastard who took you away and changed your opinion about him when all this time you could've been with him , in his arms , HIS . So he called sunoo as a trap , offered him a truce . He even promised to stop bullying you once everything is settled but oh well he obviously will not hurt you once sunoo is out of the way and you would have no one else but him . But he fucked up , he didn't realize sunoo would bring you aswell and you would be sitting in the car waiting for him . You came out just when jungwon stabbed sunoo and you heard his blood curdling scream that broke your heart in million peices . "SUNOOO" you screamed as you ran to his falling body while jungwon was frozen . "Sunoo don-don't leave me please , i love you so goddamn much " he coughed out blood and smiled at you , the smile was so painful taht you practically feel the hurt in him ."i love you too baby , hope you get this bitch i-in jail" you cried uncontrollably while sunoo closed his eyes , forever. You kissed his forehead and turned around in rage when you felt the pole hit your head . Your vision blurred as you felt jungwon pick you up "pretend this all never happened princess , you're finally mine. It's all gone be fine , you won't remember any of this when you wake up anyway hmmm , goodnight love" .

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[heardchef]

love that you discussed carmy's cruelty in your post on his ego (super considered and well-written btw!!!). his ugly moments are so telling and hard to shake sometimes. like i'm rooting for him, but i'm also like....damn.

your analysis of the walk-in argument reminded me of his argument with sugar in ep. 6 after the window gets shot out and he says "well don't co-sign for a fucking drug addict" and sugar's face just drops.

not the point of your piece but that's another memorably cruel moment for me. esp because carmy knows very well what compelled sugar to take a financial risk for michael. and he's on what seems like a fool's errand to save the same place.

and then in the ep. 8 monologue when he said he never even knew michael was using i was like sofdja;sdkfjaldksjf;ads. i immediately thought of that fight with sugar and it just felt even crueler.

anyway i'm talking to much but i enjoy this blog a lot!! ty for the gifs and writing, and get your rest!

thank you! and yes, like god i love carmy, but he can be a real fucking bastard sometimes. when he goes after richie or sugar, he knows why they've made the choices they've made, or act the way the act and he still chooses to go in guns blazing for one final seething comment, 'cause i don't think he can stand the fact that they were there for michael and he wasn't. so instead of vocalizing that guilt in a healthy way... he just lashes out.

also speaking of episode six, that's another example of carmy's ego that i totally fuckin' forgot. carmy spends half of the episode in the office with sugar and leaves sydney to handle things (because carmy knows she can, but even if he she can't—he expects her to anyway) and she does! and when carmy finally materializes in the kitchen again to see sydney deftly directing the kitchen he feels the need to step-in and take over and start commanding the crew as well. it's like carmy can't decide if syd is his mentee, his equal, or competition, so he ends up constantly shuffling the lens he sees her through.

also! please please please never feel like you talk to much, i love talking with you all very much and i need to indulge my carmy/the bear brainworms daily to keep them sated. again, thank you so much! (i did in fact get some nice ass sleep after posting LMAO) 💖

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[swanimagines]

hi! your writing is absolutely gorgeous and I wanted to thank you for all the lovely work you've shared with us 🥰 I completely understand if you're not up to it for whatever reason, but I was wondering about an imagine where Kaz's confession is "you're not allowed to die" + a reader who just gets it? gender neutral reader if possible, but I understand if for whatever reason you're not up to doing it- writing can be hard and inspiration doesn't always hit the same, wishing you the best <3 <3

Fandom: Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows

A/N: Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️ I hope you'll like this too then!! I'm not sure how I'll categorize this, I guess as a gif imagine? It doesn't pass the oneshot length so it's a gif imagine in that case but it's a gif imagine with two scenes which is not a gif imagine. Mini-oneshot??? Tagging this as a gif imagine in any case because this isn't fitting to any other category but yeah. Also I decided to bend the request category boundaries because of this + added even more request types, check my stuff I write page to see the new stuff!

@b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r asked to be tagged on this 😊

Warnings: blood, injury, reader visits Death's door

IMAGINE KAZ CONFESSING HE LOVES YOU BY TELLING YOU THAT YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO DIE WHEN YOU SUFFER A LIFE THREATENING INJURY...

Your quick reflexes had saved your life at more than one occassion before, but this time it was too late, the knife had pierced your stomach before you even registered what had happened. The adrenaline made you act before pain kicked in, making you shoot the bastard right in the head before you collapsed on your knees on the cold ground.

Is this it? You thought as you felt blood pooling under your body. You knew that working as a Crow meant dangerous situations all the time, Ketterdam was merciless for people who lived within her. But somehow you didn't expect to die like this anyway, with some guy basically teleporting in front of you and stabbing you.

As your consciousness started to fade into darkness, it was like Inej's Saints heard your silent pleas of being saved. You heard footsteps with an extra click hurrying towards you and you tried to say his name.

"Kaz..."

No sound came out through your bloody lips, and you barely saw how his figure knelt beside you. You blinked, trying to sharpen your vision to look at the man you had unrequitedly loved since you were just a teenager, but could just make up his clothes.

"Stay awake," you heard him say. "Y/N, stay awake. Don't fall asleep."

You shook your head, it was so hard to hold onto things anymore. "I'm dying, aren't I?" It was almost funny. After everything you'd been through, here you were about to give yourself over to death, in a dirty alleyway in the worst district of the city. If you wanted irony then Ketterdam had supplied it without hesitation.

"You're not allowed to die." Kaz said, and you barely distinguished him anymore from all the other blur around you. "Do you hear me? Y/N?" His voice sounded just a tiny bit different with your name, you thought to hear a sprinkle of panic in there. And that scared you more than anything else did - if Kaz panicked, you knew the situation was bad.

"Please don't let me die," you managed to croak out past your bleeding lips. "Not yet. Please."

You heard Kaz shuffle and he said something, before you faintly heard another pair of footsteps approaching, but before you got to know who was it, you slipped under.

***

Warmth surrounded you as your eyes flickered open into a dim room. The feeling of being alive washed through your limbs and your chest rose and fell again in response. You glanced around carefully, not even sure if your death had been a dream - but then you groaned as you felt a sharp sting on pain on your abodmen and felt bandages against your skin. You let out a whimper because of it, and immediately after that you heard shuffling from the corner of the room, hearing a cane hitting the floor.

"Don't move."

A voice cut through the air. You turned towards the sound, seeing Kaz's silhouette emerging from the shadows.

"Kaz?" you mumbled and soon he was standing by your bed, taking in deep breaths and you heard leather creaking, signaling he squeezed his cane with little more force than necessary. "Are you okay?"

"Your heart stopped at that alleyway and again when we got here, but Nina managed to resurrect you." He answered with a strained voice and you frowned at his tone. "You're lucky you survived."

You thought for a moment, recounting the events that had happened just before you passed out, and frowned at one particular sentence Kaz had said.

"Kaz?" you mumbled and he looked at you with an arched eyebrow. "You... I remember you saying I'm not allowed to die. What did you mean by that?"

Kaz shuffled uncomfortably at that, sighing. "You still work for me and I would have no use for you if you were dead. Our agreement on your job is still on."

"That's it?"

He didn't answer to that and was avoiding your eyes, and from that you knew it had something more than him being afraid of just losing a Crow because of jobs, whether he wanted to say it aloud or not. So you just bit on your lip, feeling like your heart was about to burst. Maybe your unrequited love wouldn't be so unrequited after all.

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[lya-dustin]

All is bliss

Chapter 41

Cw:mentions of severed heads and gouged eyes, murder, desecration of funerary urns

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Gif by @sheryl-lee

The court is uneasy.

Do they celebrate the victory, or do they mourn with the queen?

Aegon throws an impromptu feast the same night Lohar arrives as if they were not having one tomorrow after the tourney.

The young queen’s face is hidden underneath a veil of braids making it difficult to read her expression.

Aemma wears black satin with a blue-black ribbon emphasizing her belly.

She is showing now and would feel the babe flutter inside her like a butterfly trapped inside her.

Alicent remembers how terrified she had been when she felt Aegon quicken in her womb. She had barely turned five and ten when it happened, more girl than woman.

Aemma is eight and ten, tall as her late grandmother and will have the best of care.

Orwyle requested maesters who had forged chains in midwifery and sought a renowned midwife to be at hand given the deaths in childbed.

Princess Daella had died at eight and ten giving birth to the first Aemma.

However the birth went, the babe had to live.

Bastard as it is, it is the only way to secure Aegon’s claim and make all her suffering worth it.

Aemma would understand, any mother would give her life for the child she’s nurtured for nine moons inside her.

Alicent is disgusted with herself and yet she cannot stop sinking to new lows to continue a dream that hadn’t even been hers to begin with.

She can say she wanted to protect her children and yet her youngest stayed behind to fight in his brother’s name and looking at her with the same question in his eyes that she had as she wed Viserys.

Are you proud of me now? Do you love me now?

She won’t see him ever again; her mother’s heart knows it and yet she kissed his forehead and thanked him for his loyalty to their cause.

He is no longer her child, he is Aegon’s loyal soldier just as Aemond is.

Aemond looks at Aegon with the same envy she had towards Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra who got everything while she begged for scraps.

Aegon who has the woman Aemond loves and burns for, who has the crown and throne he has ruled for months now.

Helaena is angry.

Her home destroyed, her servants killed and so much more.

Amongst the treasures Lohar stole from High Tide is the urn in which her baby sons rested, the ashes are gone and defiled as was the Sept they were kept in.

But it had to be done, the blockade needed to be broken and their enemies weakened to prevent the city being sacked and keep the smallfolk penned inside the city from rioting.

The ends justify the means, her father was fond of saying and Alicent repeats it because its too late to turn back now.

All their suffering will be worth it when they win the war, they will see it too.

“I have brought proof of my victory, your grace.” The Lysene ordered his men to bring forth two wooden boxes with their lids lifted to reveal the heads of Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon.

Lucerys’ head has no eyes.

The whispers and the gasps overtake the court as they wonder how the king would respond, would he celebrate the deaths of his rivals or condemn the desecration of two royal princes?

Alicent cannot feel pity for them, they had kept on fighting after Aemma’s arrest, they had been bastards who had stolen Viserys’ love from his sons and the right to Driftmark from Corlys’ trueborn brothers and nephews.

Why mourn them? They were bastards anyways, the Faith said they were destined for the first of the seven hells because of the sin they were born from.

Aegon looks at his wife with guilt, but he cannot help himself but smile at knowing the bastards are dead.

They had died his enemies after all.

“And a gift for the Prince Regent.” The Lyseni said as a smaller box is presented to Aemond.

In Hightower Green velvet lay the brown eyes of the boy who maimed her son.

The justice Alicent had never gotten from her husband given to her by this godless Lysene.

The eye Viserys denied her when the misbegotten brat took her son’s eye.

The retribution against Rhaenyra she had wanted so badly since that night.

Now two of her precious bastards are dead, while hers live and thrive.

And yet, Aemond stiffened, horror flashing briefly in his eye as he looked at this wonderful gift. As if this wasn’t what he had wanted all these years, as if the bastard boy had not deserved it for taking his eye that night, as if this isn’t what he is owed.

Once he would have celebrated this with her, now he looks at his lover who clenched her fist in silent rage and tried to refuse this gift.

“The justice you were denied for so long, my son. The Gods have given us more than we asked of them.” Alicent said no longer caring to pretend she felt pity for Rhaenyra’s sons.

She takes the ornately carved box no longer caring who judges her for it.

After all it was just bastard blood shed at war.

Bastards are creatures born from lust and deceit, born to be treacherous fiends with no sense of wrong or right.

It was like killing an animal, a soulless little animal, the queen tells herself as she sees little Ellyn’s ghost hide behind a column.

The food Aegon heaps on her plate goes untouched as does the watered-down wine and lemon water Alicent orders for her.

“The wine and food tastes of innocents, mother. I have no appetite.” Helaena says for the both of them when her mother asks why she has not touched her food either.

Aemma is grateful to have her braids to hide behind.

Heleana has no such comfort as she sits beside Alicent and refuses to eat as well.

Helaena’s anger is palpable, Daeron her husband holds her hand under the table to stop her from stabbing Lohar with her meat dagger then and there.

Lohar believed the dead babes had been Corlys’ and regales them with the tale on how he pissed in the ashes of the Sea Snake’s dead children.

Helaena who has never said a cross word in her life snaps.

“Their names were Aethan and Aerion; they were my sons.” Helaena speaks up and Aegon at least had the decency to look guilty as she speaks. “They were your nephews, brother, just as Jacaerys and Lucerys were.

Gods forbid you pay the price Maegor the Cruel paid for killing his.”

Baela and Aemma share a look and know their trio of traitors has gained two new members.

The Tourney is set to begin in the late morning, giving Aemma and Baela time to corner Helaena and Daeron and show them their plans.

While Aegon and his supporters fight to gain land, Aemma and hers will eat away at his kingdom from the inside.

“We have to kill him.” Baela whispers as they hide together in the gardens. Well, not hiding per se, Aemma and Baela just didn’t want to be seen or heard.

“I know. I’ve never killed before.” The queen lies.

Baela would be on her case for not making sure Aegon died when she suffocated him, but that’s the fucking thing, he hadn’t been breathing when she left!

How did he survive that?

Baela stops in her tracks as the walk in the gardens waiting for Helaena to come. She should be here, they always come here at this hour to make sure Daenaera has atleast one hour of playtime in the fresh air.

But it is not Hel nor Daeron coming down the path.

It is the Lysene Admiral pestering some maidservant.

Baela’s sleeve hides her knife, Aemma is woefully unarmed thanks to Teora.

“This is for Jace!” Baela whispers as she jumps the larger man and stabs just as her father and mother once taught her.

She should stop her, Lohar could overpower her and kill her, but something in Aemma says differently.

“This for Luke!” Aemma has no knife, but there are plenty of rocks where they are hiding.

The blood spurted everywhere when she bashed his head with the largest rock she found, felt like an old and worn cobblestone.

It felt good, like when she killed Aegon.

“This is for Vermax!”

“This for Arrax!”

They are covered in blood and viscera when Helaena and her husband come.

“Heavens.” Daeron says in surprise, and they stop as the man pleads for help calling them every name under the sky and thinking he is deserving of mercy.

He’s not even speaking Westron now, speaks the Low Valyrian of Lys as he tries not to choke on his blood.

“Oh, do not stop on our account.” The quiet and soft-spoken princess says taking her husband’s dagger and joining in on the fun.

#aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #aemond targaryen x ofc #aemond targaryen x oc #all is bliss (in the court of aemma the great) #all is bliss fic #ewan mitchell

[incarnateirony]

I’ve seen you mention wigglebox a couple times the last few days. Are they bad news? I thought they were team destiel.

Wigglebox got banned from my server for triangulating Jensen's colorado home. Used satellite, after trying to pretend to be investors trying to buy vacation homes didn't work, and other weird steps they did whilel I wasn't paying attention. I had made them a little hobby room to find if/where misha was during the finale and somewhere they completely lost the plot. They found mishas sisters places and like 3d toured their houses on realty and shit like it was SO out of fuckin pocket.

Wigglebox ran to a server named Andromeda, where they continued their weird stalky shit. And swore it was "to protect Jensen's address." they also insisted they found it accidentally. They accidentally looked for unique trees in his videos and accidentally swept the entire town they knew he was in by satellite to accidentally find him.

Per the linked post, Andromeda did some really shady shit during the spn finale script thing. POLOL was arranging a 25 dollar distribution with the vendor to release multiple copies anyone could buy and put us on the first issue list. But Andromeda found out we were doing that and had arranged some shady backdoor deal for a supposed second physical script for 400 (never happened) and kept trying to aggro us out of the 25 dollar deal because wigglebox REALLY wanted that script and attention.

And we were like. No??? so anyway. 2po was busy boning Kelios and Vinnie at that time, which he denies despite my pinned receipts. That whole server denies it. Why?

Because despite wigglebox swearing 2po wasn't trustable and that's why they needed THEIR script save or whatever they decided to team up, and Andromeda became Scripthunt. 2po got on the secondary distro list of the digitals and waved it around like LOOK WHAT I DID and we all rolled our eyes. OK whatever but we have the truth and guess what 2po you were wrong I was right. But meantime he boned V/K for 5K, which again, despite receipts, they deny.

But in came that group. And every big name fan that felt the end of their throne coming in the new show, every salty ass, bitter ass motherfucker lined up in there. It's not even like. Just one lane. Like. Hellers used to know better than to work with Jules, or Fangasm. Those were ones that had big warning signs stapled on them about being snakes and untrustable. (And I mean, her bad intel DID already bone 2po earlier about THE FAKE SCRIPT, because her Very Shiny Crew Badge.) Oh and the next wave there was people I banned from my server for trying to hijack admin permissions and delete shit in mine. Oh and the one bastard banned from my server for being a blatant sea lion troll that was annoying literally the entire server for months on end.

Like. Aborddeimpala? Makes great gifs. But hard anti. They're trying to play the moderate "OH NO WE CAN ALL JUST GET ALONG" like it's 2011 again. And like. no. the show was made to get rid of a bunch of those people.

Anyway, that's also where a lot of my targeted hate comes from, it's all directed out of that server. They refuse to back off even when proven wrong on the pilot or anything else, 2po just shifts new lies and narratives and pumps it through the scripthunt server while wringing money out of people to send their buddies to cons free, even with gold passes. "for autos, for charity" that see a sliver of it back. And idk why gold is included. silver autos are the same. Also why they attack me so hard for freely distributing scripts. It really fucks their game up.

Almost like. Wait for it. The entire origin of that server is shady snakes, clout seekers, stalkers, aggros, antis, bitters, and people with major agendas that are forming their final stand of relevance as the self proclaimed guardians of old scripts. That's ... basically who makes the place. Fangasm wants to stay relevant. Superwiki wants to stay relevant. And even with her badge and bajillion followers her traction isn't really even higher than mine. And that pisses them off. Fangasm doesn't have jared to uwu at now. Like. I could just go on and on and on breaking down how it's a toxic installation of fandom old BNFs that just don't want to go irrelevant in the new fandom.

And, again, another reason they attack my SPNWIN leaks so hard. Because they realized they got left in the past and their coffee runner Wiki has shittier, older access than what I found. And I knew, when that server sent THE ENTIRE FANDOM AT ME SCREAMING IT WAS FAKE, it was wrong, both cuz the draft stamps and, you know, I HAD THE OLDER DRAFTS AND ARENAS. But reality didn't matter to them. They just wanted to beat down the people ahead of them in the information game, the people giving out stuff free instead of giving them money or convention rides for it.

THAT'S what that fuckin server is.

So yeah. Wigglebox is a FUCKING problem.

#supernatural #spn #spnwin #fandom #grifters #con artists #antis #bitters #everyone honestly needs to read this

[maybankxw]

YOU HAVE TO WRITE THIS

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ oral, female receiving; ] minors dni!!!

summary: rafe eats her out

a/n: its rafe bc i don't write actors; my quickest work, enjoy!

links: masterlist / taglist / ask box

any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated! (gif is mine)

“Be careful, what you wish for,” Rafe mocked me, his hot breath lingered in the corner of my mouth as he caged me against the wall, his huge body pressed to mine, making the knot in my belly ravel and tug.

“Fuck you,” I hissed, desperately trying to push him away.

“I already know that’s what you want,” he tilted his head to the side, his hold on my chin tightened and I growled, finally shoving him off of me just enough to step away.

He was faster, strong arm clamped my wrist yanked me back into his chest, hard and heaving, his lips brushed mine as he spoke, “Get on the bed.”

I wanted to resist him and tease him, but my stomach was burning and I needed him to do something to relieve me. I scurried to obey, crawling over the soft sheets, laying down on my back. My little back dress rode up, baring my hips and I saw his eyes skimming the curves of my body. He was so fucking hot, I couldn’t stop staring, his chest bare and carved, toned arms flexed as he moved, grey shorts clinging to his hips, revealing the V and his hair— He shaved them off. I was hesitant about this decision of his until I saw him like that. Buzz cut did its thing.

He walked to the edge of the bed, looking down at me, “I thought you could behave for me,” his low murmur made me clench around nothing and I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the slickness coating my underwear. Rafe dropped to his knees and dragged me close, his hand found my panties and he shredded the seam from one side, then another, pushing them away.

His jaws gritted, exasperated, making him lick his lips and bite onto his tongue. Abruptly he jerked me even closer, my ass halfway off the bed. His head dove in and he propped my legs on his shoulders, his hot breaths meeting my skin, making my body tense. 

Suddenly, my clit was in his mouth and I screamed, finally feeling him on me, my fists crumpling the blanket underneath me, “Oh fuck, Rafe.”

He didn’t pay attention to my words, his tongue licked a flat stripe up my soaking cunt and he looked up at me, smirking. I frowned. He pushed his tongue into me, flicking it, quickening the pace, making my insides burn and I gasped. “Bastard,” I cried out as he licked me hard, his hot tongue exploring every inch of me. His teeth grazed my folds and I moaned, desperately trying to pull his hair, but it was too short to hold onto. My hands clamped his neck and I pressed him closer, whimpering under his weight, his throaty growls filled the air, making it thick.

“Scream all you want, only I can hear you anyways,” he rasped, lapping my clit up and tightening his hold on my hips, his fingertips painfully digging into my legs.

“I hate you,” I sobbed, overwhelmed, scratching his scalp, feeling an orgasm approaching me and his mouth moving all over my pussy, sucking, pulling, making me feel hot. Two fingers pushed into me and I dug my nails into the back of his neck, feeling him fucking me fast as his lips played with my clit. 

“Yeah, let it out,” his satisfied whisper slid over me and I felt the ripples, my walls tightened on his fingers and I came, fuck, I came with his head between my legs, his nose brushing my stomach and his fingers buried deep inside my warm cunt. He didn’t stop, he sucked and fucked me through my high, making me cum harder and soak him. 

“So you can be good after all, huh?” when the ripples subsided, he pulled away, crouching over to meet my face, sticking the fingers to my lips, “Suck.”

Obediently, I opened my mouth and took them in, tasting myself and moaning as I did.

tags: @icedcold​ @maybankforlife​ @mackenzielovee​ @novxturient​ @alwaysclassyeagle​ @rottenstyx​ @sansasdove​ @rafecameronswhore​ @loveyru​ @nope-thanks​ @blue-4-55-readinglist @tomhollandlol​ @hiitslee @ishipit1420@dk123-4-5-6-7-8-9 @vintageirene​ @kaelibaby​ @ameliaalvarez06​ @luversgirl​ @liamthedunbar​ @my-baexht-ls​ @dudenhaaa27​ @ofherscarlettwitchways​ @dxhliz @jessmaybank​ @harryspunchingbag​ @kayleiggh​ @goldenjo

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe obx #outer banks imagine #outer banks #obx #obx fic #obx netflix #outer banks netflix #rafe imagine

[bsaka7]

Pierresteban... mermaid.... au...not!fic. W/ @leclercenjoyer... From these gifs... proof i can be trope-y...in the right mood...

it starts when they're kids. pierre is the fifth son of a family of hardworking fisherman. he knows there will be no inheritance for him. his third brother is joining the church and everyone is hoping pierre can do well enough at school to do that too! because the oldest son will inherit the fishing boat and he already has a girl who he might marry. they live in a little house near the outskirts of town the closest to the sea and when the sea rages they can watch the wall of water crash against the rocks from the back stoop.

of course. this pierre loves the water like everyone in his family, loves to be out at sea. when the tide is out, pierre goes down to the seashore and digs through the tide pools. one day he comes upon a cove that he swears he has never seen before and he has explored this whole shore even though he is only seven. the sun is not yet low in the sky so he ducks in to explore and there splashing in the pool is....baby (well. 6yrs old) este!! who is so scrawny.

este is a mermaid obv there some vague and bastardized mythology behind all of this but we're ignoring that for now. he's the only child of a hardworking mermaid couple etc he loves to dive and race and swim with schools of fish he's also intrigued by land and he's more adventurous than he should be... u guys know the vibe.

pierre spends the whole rest of the spring ducking into the cove and the days are only getting longer. and then summer when hes on the boat with his father and brothers he's always searching and searching for este, thinking he sees him out over the crests of the waves. they are the best of friends and pierre cannot tell anyone except for his best friend charles who lives on the other side of town and his father is...idk?? the pastor??? they aren't catholics he can have kids. and charles understands pierre at school and they compete in every subject but he doesn't understand the sea. anyway. Pierre and esteban can only meet when pierre comes to the sea...seperate worlds so close yet so far. when times are hard times are hard for them both bc they both depend on the sea for their life etc...

[scene where pierre sneaks out in the little rowboat to meet este and gets in trouble]

they grow up and then they DRIFT as you would expect because pierre is getting older and he has to get a scholarship now to the university or else he has to find a girl to marry or smth but he doesnt WANT to because hes too young and anywhere theres always esteban. and esteban is busy with his own life in the sea he's growing up and hoping to fulfill some exploration role but he's a long shot at it... They're starting to resent each other for missing meetings.

pierre goes inland for GOOD to go to school when hes like sixteen and he sees esteban one winter day home for christmas break and the sea is churning and esteban barely even looks at him. and it sucks!!! and no one knows how even felt...

but he comes back for the whole summer when hes older and his parents have passed away. he's back to help his brother put their things in order and because he's the baby and he loved them. and he spends a lot of time looking out at the sea and maybe once has to take the boat out by himself and there's esteban, skipping alongside the boat, who looks like he's finally grown into his skin.

Pierre anchors and climbs out of his boat into the shallow warm water and pierre can swim but not strongly anymore and he's weak from the city air. pierre can feel este's tail against his legs and they're clutching each other and esteban is laughing and its -- its like they're kids again but its BETTER because they know who they are better. esteban is the one to kiss pierre and pierre kisses BACK and then eventually he has to go home and he's so giddy and joyful that his brother and his wife are making faces at each other. pierre just plays with the kids and the dog in front of the fireplace. they're so happy to see him like this. and he goes out and sees esteban again and again that summer, before idk he starts some job at the law firm in the city and learns about estebans life in the sea. when he's in town all he does is miss esteban. there's a girl he's supposed to marry maybe but he never asks for her hand in marriage so she marries someone else and charles settles down in the capital

of COURSE since this is a mock fairytale he has to come back to that town he grew up in. he's not meant to be a fisherman but maybe he takes over the shop after the keeper falls too ill, and he's good at that too. he has money stashed away from his work in the city and he's dressed a little different. maybe he starts donating books to the school. and he goes out to the cove -- their cove -- in the evenings, just to remember.

eventually esteban is there too. and pierre's feet are bare and in the water, and esteban lays up against the rock and listens to pierre read and then tells him his own stories of the sea. its not quite a happy ending because they can never be together and pierre is getting older and getting lonely. and esteban at home in the sea his family has always thought he wanted everything too badly, the exploring job he got and then lost, to know what it's like on land.

after so many years of wondering, and fights back and forth, and missing each other, straddling that space between land and sea, pierre asks if its true. that mermaids can leave the sea but cannot speak until they find their true love (little mermaid #baller). esteban tells him some tale and the answer is: yes.

pierre asks him if he's willing to try it and esteban disappears for months. and the town watches pierre fade away sadder and sadder. his brother tells him they can take on the shop if he wants to go back to the city but pierre just shakes his head. eventually he takes a boat out, a tiny dinghy and goes out to the sea to search for esteban because he can't. leave it like this. again. he can tell esteban they can go back to like it was. they don't have to fight.

but of course theres a STORM the wind whipping and pierre is cold and his mouth is caked with salt, his boat falling apart at the seams. eventually he capsizes and is clinging to whats left of the hull and then a wave sucks him under and he loses it and he's sputtering and he thinks hes going to die. who is there bringing him to the surface but esteban? esteban who heard his cry and swum as fast as he could from his home. esteban who loves him.

pierre is unconcious as esteban swims him back to the cove. and hes like coughing weakly and esteban is wrapped around him because he's not warm and his tail is scaly but hes warmer than the water and that has to be good enough right? and pierre is like. "este?" and esteban is like. "right here." and he's not going to apologize because he never apologizes. but pierre looks at him and it feels like forgiveness. PIERRE apologizes instead right there and says he's sorry for asking and esteban says. i couldn't lose my family forever. i couldn't lose my voice. and pierre is like. okay.

things go back to normal. pierre's shop never runs out of sugar again and his prices are always just a little too low like he's been blessed by something. and he sees esteban in the cove no matter the wind and the weather. And then... I think eventually esteban DOES decide to trust pierre enough to come to land to give it all up even though he shouldn't have to.

Esteban steps out of the water and pierre is mad at him because esteban never said he'd be so tall and then they KISS and esteban can SPEAK because they both wanted each other to be enough but never thought it would be the truth enough to try until now. and of course esteban has to put on pierre's clothes which are all too short and everyone is confused about this new man with a soft voice and a lilting accent. pierre says he's from the city but everyone can tell he's from the sea. he works the boat with pierre's brother and charles comes to visit and teaches him to write in their language, and not the language of the sea.

They're both a kind of happy that can't be explained, moody and changing and sometimes frightening. esteban stays with pierre in the room above the shop even though it's too small for both of them. and no one quite understands but they accept it, even when pierre and esteban fight loud enough that the whole town can hear it, even when esteban disappears for a week and pierre say it's to the city but everyone wonders if the stories are true. and esteban is visiting home.

THE END.

#I would never write cuz it's like. Ooc for me I guess. They aren't competitive enough #Also like idk why I've been in a mermaid mode #But bc of that. I'll share it with you guys lol #But it's a vibe etc. #You might get another footie au notfic one of these days #Bc its good plot wise but too long to write

[llycaons]

ep16 (part 1): for some reason I didn't think it could get worse

15 is one of those eps that you need to follow with 16 asap so here we go

BLOOD IN THE LOTUS PONDS. FUCKED UP

this is shit like the CR attack - lots of violent scenes fading in and out. effective as shit

WHY DID LITTLE ARCHER BOY DIE LIKE THIS!!! at LEAST give him a kill like this felt so pointless and empty from a narrative point of view. 'well sometimes in war people die randomly' I know that! but this is a story it's supposed to mean something. it was just to make this scene sadder and I for one do not appreciate that

I've seen that translated as 'my lady' in other services and I like that one better. more formality/feels more ancient fantasy setting

and this bastard idiot man walks in and IMMEDIATELY gets stabbed. myu was holding down the fort for what could have been HOURS and this fool stumbles in and just dies within 30 seconds. GOD jfm you useless man

swear jyl has some kind of gift that lets her portend when her family members are about to die

there's a lot of horrible stuff that happens in this series but honestly nothing gets me as much as this scene. the sheer. idk. simplicity of it? unlike a lot of the convoluted storylines later on, this is something so straighforward that can and has happened to so many people. their home has been taken over and their family and friends have been murdered. they're watching the bodies of their shidis and shijies being lined up by a force that came into their home and destroyed it and insulted it and defiled it and will now claim it as theirs. and it's happening right in front of their eyes. it's just something so raw and in-your-face and impossible to ignore or sugarcoat. one of the worst scenes to watch

and then THIS. honestly I don't really understand the significance of the hand-holding and I don't think it added anything to the characters or story. I don't understand why so much time was spent on it. what did they love each other after all? deep down? I don't really believe 'deep down' matters after what a mess their relationship was and how much it hurt their kids

a long time ago I read a meta post about how jc hearing his mom publicly mocked for caring about someone who didn't care for her back is one of the reasons he's so fucked up about expressing affection to wwx and why he takes wwx leaving so hard. his mom is dead and humiliated on the floor, her corpse desecrated. I don't think he ever got over this

and wwx too obviously. just horrific trauma happening before our eyes

going to say something controversial but I think xz is a better ugly crier than wcz. wcz is really good but more looks scared in most of his crying scenes, but xz just lets his face crumple with the force of his grief

WITH THE CURTAINS??!!! GIRl

damn...conquest is fucked up huh

gorgeous shot 10/10 no wonder its always giffed

I guess jfm had something he wanted to say before dying but idc.

jc would be so dead without wwx...

DID HE SLAP WWX. HOLY SHIT. after that scene with his mom and wlj and that line about servants knowing their place that REALLY sends a message. god damn, I'm really mad at him for that

this strangulation scene went on for a terrifyingly long time. wwx had to struggle to breathe when it ended. really scary to watch

I don't believe jc views wwx as A Servant but I also don't think he really views him as his equal either because his behavior towards wwx is uniquely aggressive and disrespectful. wwx may be treated as a young lord by most of the world, but he's also not in a position to fight back or hurt jc in any way, and he can't really leave the jiangs when he's being mistreated because he feels he owes them a life debt

anyway. gorgeous shot here

oh god. he's so young

I think wwx is keeping himself from crying because. he's not allowed. fuck

shit, that's a lot

#cql re-rewatch

[fromtheboundlesssea]

Thoughts on episode 9

I like how solemn the opening is.

Who’s the blind kid? Aegon’s bastard?

Good lord. Olivia’s acting. Beautiful.

I sort of think it would have been fine to have Alicent lie and pretend that Viserys named Aegon heir instead of the stupid prophecy.

I still don’t understand the marble things at the small council.

I would feel horrible for the guy making a joke and then learns that the king is dead.

But good lord, I have no idea who all these people on the council are.

They are making Alicent look more innocent in all this.

The king was well? The king was well? He was falling apart?

The actual heck? I really don’t understand the Beesbury death. Was it in the books? I hardly know him as a character.

We don’t even get to see any of the council members politicaling. At all.

The thing is that even though Alicent truly thinks Aegon has been named heir, she still doesn’t want Rhaenyra dead.

Can we talk about how Alicent actually worries about Rhaenyra when it comes to what it would mean for the safety of Rhaenyra and her family’s safety while Rhaenyra has shown no actual forethought.

I don’t understand Westerling either. Like he seems loyal to Rhaenyra but he seemed kind to Alicent.

And Helaena’s words were definitely about the children arguing over a toy, but the squabbles of children is what the Dance is.

I saw people complain about how looking for Aegon takes too much of the episode and I can already imagine that it does. Although I suppose it separates the greens into factions loyal to Otto and loyal to Alicent.

Okay, but why is Rhaenys still in the Red Keep? Why is Baela not with her?

Alicole is actually the softest and greatest thing in this. Like it’s beautiful. Sansa would have swooned at a song made about them.

I wish the women were allowed more agency. Truly.

I love how Aemond felt like he could be vulnerable with Cole. 😭

Question, was Daemon formally placed as Prince of Dragonstone? So did they switch allegiances then as well.

Why are they loyal to Rhaenyra anyway, other then swearing vows? She hasn’t done any ruling at any point. Otto and Alicent have been active members of court.

I hate that they introduce twins and. Have I idea how to tell them apart.

I agree with Tom (Aegon’s actor) they don’t allow him to have any nuance. Any nuance he gets is thanks to Tom’s acting from the gifs I have seen.

I think I heard the fighting pits are only from Mushroom’s account, who was not in King’s Landing at the time.

Y’all realize that Mysaria implied that Daemon preferred young girls as well. Y’all remember that right?

This already taking too long. This should be more about politics than finding Aegon.

I hate Larys. I don’t understand why Otto didn’t have him taken care of. Or Criston.

The fact that I’m guessing we won’t see Alicent destroy the model of Valyria is a CRIME.

Olivia deserves all the awards. But my gosh he was her ABUSER. Why can’t the writers acknowledge that?

Rhaenys’ son wasn’t just cuckholded. They think he was MURDERED

Why are they concerned about Rhaenys’ dragon? They have Vhagar? VHAGAR! And then Aegon and Helaena are riders too? They really kept Rhaenys here to kill smallfolk huh.

Also, I love Alicent being the one to offer Baela getting the Driftwood throne.

Rhaenys, you have no room to talk. You did the same thing. You let your husband try to sell your twelve year old daughter to the king.

And of course Alicent never imagined herself on the throne. She’s not a Targaryen by blood. She has no right to it.

Did they bring back Mysaria so we could remember she was a character that will be important next season?

Mysaria, girly, you were ready to give Daemon young girls. And the gold cloaks were emboldened by Daemon.

They really do make these characters we haven’t noted or haven’t Ben highlighted all season and make them randomly important.

Aegon wanting his mother immediately. Lol

But I’m pretty sure Aegon was found under the candles Alicent and Rhaenyra lit for their mothers. The candle Rhaenyra prayed that her father would see her. 😭 can’t tell if that was on purpose.

Aegon literally went for the one she his brother has. Most realistic brotherly relationship in this entire series.

We should have gotten more of Alicent and her father being on opposite sides of the Greens.

I hate when Otto brings up his wife to Alicent and comparing her to him because we don’t know who she is. I honestly thought Viserys was in love with her and that is why he had her wear her mother’s dress when she went to Viserys

I hate that they have the crippled man a foot fetish. Imagine if they gave fan favorite Tyrion a height fetish. And good lord they really did not know what to do with Larys. I truly think they wanted to avoid him being too much like how Littlefinger was with Sansa.

Can we have ONE feminine woman in the showverse with a nice sex scene? All we have is Cat and Ned but that was barely a scene.

Those twin Kingsguard just make no sense. They weren’t characters in the show prior to this moment. At least with Harwin we got to see him.

Did they kill Aegon’s bastard too?

Sir. You are dressed as a Kingsguard. People will freaking notice you. You should have changed when you decided to help Rhaenys

The way Aegon started to tear up when he saw his father’s dagger 😭

So I’m betting some of those people Rhaenys was jostled with will be some of the people she murders. And she won’t care.

What throne is that in the coronation? It was the one during the great council in the prologue. But what throne is that?

And we don’t actually see any of the people needing to be encouraged to clap. They just did it on their own. They don’t care.

Ugh. Tom’s acting. I’m sorry, but Team Green as a whole has such great acting. Team Black got the short end of the stick because the writers just assumed they would be liked.

Lol, the random extra that coughed in the background.

Do you think Helaena looked away because she knows this crown will kill her family?

Gosh, Tom hearing the bells and the crowd cheer. It’s like this switch. The opposite of what happened with D.

And it truly shows the people don’t care. And tbh, the people probably know Aegon more than the other royals.

So, did Rhaenyra put on that armor all by herself because that would have taken time.

And so Team Black are now the first ones to draw blood in the Dance. I don’t think the writing team realized or understood that.

And you have OTTO falling for the doors to be open for the sake of the people. Good lord.

And Alicent telling Criston to get to Helaena. And Alicent standing in front of a dragon to protect her son.

Looked kick butt, but ultimately a stupid final scene.

If the writers had any sense they would point out that Rhaenys murdering a bunch of smallfolk is the death nail in the Blacks getting any love from the people they wish more directly to rule.

If the writers had any wisdom, they would let rumors spread amongst the smallfolk about Alicent facing a dragon for the sake of their king.

In the promo for the next episode, it has Rhaenys call the Targaryen-Hightowers “he Greens” but have they actually been called that in the show at all?

#house of the dragon #boundless watches

[futurewife]

hi Ven! how you doing?

anyway I came here to show you my newest skrunkle bc I felt like it

yw is Albert Wesker from Dead By Daylight and Resident Evil 5!

I love him! my beloved bastard skrunkly

LIKE LOOK AT HIM SGDKDGDJDHDKD

I just love him so so much and wanted to show him off😁😁

HIIIIIIIIIII I have only a fleeting knowledge of this franchise but I definitely have seen this guy before. He's cute! He looks like he's a pretty talented skilled guy. He has sunglasses on because he has like special eyes? What is your ship dynamic with him like, he has maybe secret softie vibes? I know he would protect you at all costs >:) Maybe he could take his coat off and put it on you when you get cold :0

The little smirk in the 2nd last gif!!!!!!! This is a very sexy scrunkly. thank you for bringing him to me @awolfnamedluna

Five knives out of five

🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

p.s. was at circular quay in Sydney last week and there were multiple daniel craig vodka ads on all the bus stops!!!!!!!!!!!! and I thought about u <33 you would have felt very targeted HAHAHAHHAH

[miguelo-hara]

Spike Spiegel in Cowboy Bebop - Session 19: ‘Wild Horses’

“Whatever happens, happens.”

#cowboy bebop #spike spiegel #cowboybebopedit #cbedit #bebopsource #animesource #animeedit #dailyanime #fyeahanimegifs #anisource #oldanimeedit #myedit #pls be gentle im not used to colouring anime #anyways. felt like giffing this bastard

[halsteadlover]

Kisses and Bruises

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by @hereforhalstead: HI ITS ME XXXX Can you write one where a suspect flirts with you and pisses Jay off so he starts a fight and you bandage his wounds after?? You know we love the angst where he tries to act like he doesn’t care but he really does with your extra ✨spice✨. Love you bestie xxx

• Warnings: mention on rape, murders, just a tiny bit of spice.

• Word count: 5643.

• A/N: nothing to say honestly, that's shit like always 😭 hope you'll like this anyways, comment, like and reblog if you want. I love you all! 💕

“Guys we have a match,” you announced, walking to the rest of the team with the file containing the test results. “The DNA we found on each victim matches with Charles Foulger.”

You, along with your team, were investigating on a case of rape and killing of middle aged women. The man you were looking for had a preferential type: he mostly attacked wealthy women and that meant he was comfortable in the upper-class milieu, he blended easily with them and they mostly had brown hair and blue eyes. His modus operandi was always the same, he met them at some party or in some bar, he seduced them and then raped, strangled them and abandoned their bodies near garbage bins.

After months of investigating, you finally managed to find a valid suspect and this was Charles Foulger. He never cared about the DNA he left in the victims, because he knew, by not having his DNA in his CODIS, you’d never be able to link the murders and rapes to him. That was until then, when, during an interrogation, you managed to find his DNA from the edge of a glass from which he had drunk water.

“We finally got that bastard,” Voight commented “Let's go get him.”

You watched Charles Foulger out of the glass that separated you from him as he sat in the interrogation room with an almost smug expression on his face. He had his arms folded across his chest and he was incredibly calm for someone who was locked in an interrogation room.

Son of a bitch, you thought.

“Halstead, you question the suspect.” Voight's gravelly voice caught your attention. You brought your eyes then to Jay, your partner who was standing next to you, noticing how he was already looking at you instead.

He slightly touched - you didn’t know by mistake or not - his hand with yours and that simple gesture made you almost miss a heartbeat.

For a moment your head went completely blank, unable even to formulate a sentence with complete meaning.

Damn Halstead and the effect he always had on you.

The relationship you had with Jay was, well, a little hard to label. You had been a partner for almost three years and over time the simple physical attraction you felt for him began to turn into something more, something you didn’t know how to describe to be fair.

In the district it was no secret you were crazy about each other, everyone felt the tension and electricity between you two, whenever you were together everyone expected you to jump on each other at any moment. Everybody knew except the two of you.

“Halstead have you forgotten what I just told you?” Voight urged, casting a not so friendly look at Jay.

“No Sarge, I’m going,” he said and you tried to hide the giggle as you handed him the case file. You gave him a wink and Jay had to concentrate not to crash into the door.

He took a deep breath before opening it and entering the interrogation room.

“Finally Officer, I was starting to turn mold in here,” Charles said as Jay entered.

“It’s Detective and if I was you I’d wipe that stupid grin off your face,” Jay replied, sitting down at the table across from Charles and placing the case file on it.

“Why’s that, detective?” Charles asked, mocking Jay’s tone.

Jay didn’t answer right away. He opened the case file and one by one placed the photos of all six victims in front of Charles. He watched them for a moment before shrugging. “Never seen them before.”

“Maybe you just remember them like that,” Jay replied, taking photos of the corpses and placing them in front of the suspect. Jay watched his reaction and the way his breathing quickened slightly and his eyes widened almost imperceptibly, gave him all the answers he needed.

“As I said, detective, I’ve never seen these women.”

“Weird, because your DNA was found in all six victims. Can you explain to me how it got there?”

“The only thing I can think of is that I was framed.”

You almost jumped too when Jay slapped his hand hard on the table and stood up, approaching Charles. He wanted to intimidate him but that didn’t seem to work, in fact, he even seemed amused by that scene.

“This tactic doesn’t work,” you commented, your arms crossed over your chest as you watched Jay pursue the suspect to no avail.

“Why don’t you get that sexy cop who handcuffed me over here, detective?” suddenly Charles said, and those words made Jay’s blood boil in his veins.

He was talking about you, it was you who handcuffed him.

Jay kicked Charles’s chair so hard it knocked him to the ground. Your instinct was to go inside but Voight grabbed your arm, stopping you. “Wait.”

You sighed, disagreeing. You knew Charles was just trying to make him nervous and from the way Jay was reacting, that bastard was succeeding perfectly.

“Do you really think I’d let her get close to a piece of shit like you?”

“Well… She could certainly have fun,” Foulger replied grinning as he stood up. Jay grabbed him by the collar, pulling his face dangerously close.

“Listen son of a bitch…” It was Voight who interrupted the interrogation before the situation escalated, ordering Halstead to go out.

“Hey are you okay?” you asked Jay as soon as he walked out of the interrogation room, placing a hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him down “You know he’s trying to get into your head, don’t play his own game.”

Jay snorted and nodded. “Yeah, I know,” he only replied, continuing to look at that bastard beyond the glass. He didn’t know why he was so pissed off, but the very thought of that pervert approaching you made him so angry, he didn’t want any son of a bitch to look at you in any wrong way.

He couldn’t explain it but he felt a sense of protection towards you, you were maybe the only person he could kill someone for.

“Clearly it’s not working what do we do?” you asked Voight.

“Let’s take him to the cage.”

In the next few hours Jay and other team members kept questioning him about things, pursuing him to confess to the murders and rape. It was all in vain, the prison threats, the intimidation, none of it worked, not even the cage. And it was at that point that Voight ordered you to continue the interrogation, to try a more calm approach towards him so as to make him trust you.

“But look there if it’s not a heavenly vision,” Charles said as soon as he saw you come in and Jay turned his gaze on you, mentally cursing. You tried to keep a calm and confident attitude, ignoring the nausea that man was giving you. “What are you doing here beautiful?”

“Foulger you better choose your next words carefully,” Jay threatened him, ready to knock him down just for the way he was looking at you. You walked over to Jay and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“It’s okay, I can handle him” you told him in a low voice, giving him a little smile in an attempt to convince him everything was okay.

Jay wasn’t convinced at all but he knew to try and break through with Charles you both had to play the part of the good cop and the bad cop and at that moment it was your turn to be the good one. He reluctantly walked away, leaving you alone with Foulger but staying close enough to hear the interrogation and intervene if necessary.

“Let me take your handcuffs off first,” you said taking the key from your trouser pocket and releasing him. A shiver ran down your spine as you perceive the way that bastard was looking at you.

“So Charles, there must surely have been a misunderstanding about this whole thing,” you started “Let’s just talk about this so we’ll solve everything and you’ll be free okay?”

“Whatever you want detective” he answered, looking at you from head to toe and licking his lips. “You’re not afraid to stay here with me don’t you? They say I’ve done bad things.”

“What bad things Charles?”

“You know what bad thing I’m talking about love.”

“Are you saying you did these bad things?”

“No at all detective,” he chuckled and shook his head slightly. “You didn’t answer my question though.”

You let out a small, fake laugh. “No Charles I’m not afraid, because you would never hurt me, would you?”

He bit his bottom lip and grinned, almost making you puke on his shoes. “No detective, there are many things I’d like to do to you right now but hurt you is not one of them”.

Jay had to refrain from not going there and smashing his face after hearing that phrase. From afar he continued to watch him hitting on you and you responding to his advances in an attempt to get him to confess. And it went on like this for an indefinite time, Jay leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest as he glared at Charles from a distance and he hated it, he hated that bastard was so close to you, talking to you.

“Detective I was thinking, you know my name but I don’t know yours, I don’t think that’s fair.”

“Is my name important?”

“Oh very much, I’d like to know everything about you. When everything will be cleared I’ll definitely ask you out” he said, pushing his chest out and moving closer to you. You faked a chuckle, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear pretending to acting stupid. “Who knows how many you have dropped at your feet.”

“Not many detectives, just the cutest ones.”

God please give me strength. Who the hell falls for that?

“Let’s get this sorted out so you can ask me out and, who knows what my answer might be.”

Charles chuckled, a sinister grin on his face and nodded. “I am at your complete disposal detective.”

“So, as my colleague already told you, unfortunately your DNA was found on the bodies of these killed women…”

“Detectives as I said someone’s trying to frame me, I have nothing to do with these murders.”

“Listen to me, Charles,” you said, looking him in the eyes. “I know you didn’t do it, I believe you, but a jury won’t believe it’s possible. The type of DNA we found, you know, is particular, a type of DNA we only find in certain situations, if you know what I mean. I really want to help you but if you lie I don’t know how… Let me help you Charles.”

“Fine…” he snorted “I had sex with them but that doesn’t mean I killed them.”

Well, at least he admitted he had sex with them.

You continued to subtly ask him questions about the victims and then divert the conversation to something else but at a certain point he stood up, positioning himself in front of you and your heart almost stopped.

“You know detective, I’m tired of talking about those whores.”

You looked him in the eye, trying not to look scared as he tried to intimidate you. “And what would you like to talk about?”

“You,” he replied, taking a step towards you and God only knew how much you wanted to shoot him in the balls.

“What about me?” you asked smiling and tilting the head slightly to the side in a flirtatious way.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, I don’t.”

He nodded satisfied with the answer, moving closer to you. He bent slightly, so his face was close to yours. “You look like a woman who knows what she wants detective, in work, in life, in men. You’re looking for someone who knows how to satisfy all your desires.”

“And you think you can do that Charles?”

“Oh I know for sure I can sweetheart, you don’t have the slightest idea of how much I’d drive you insane. Those women… They were all like you, they wanted someone to dominate them, to make them feel alive…” he concluded with a whisper “I remember your nice colleague mentioned there were no cameras or microphones here, no one would ever hear me,” he continued, giving you a wink.

Is he seriously thinking about attacking a cop in a police station?

But before you could even react or say anything, Charles was no longer in front but lying on the ground as Jay punched him. You almost stopped breathing for a moment and immediately stood up, trying to separate them.

“Jay! Oh God!”

“Son of a bitch did you seriously think I was going to leave her alone with you?!” Jay exclaimed as he continued to punch him in the face. One punch for hitting on you, one punch for getting close to you, one punch for even thinking about hurting you. Jay seemed out of his mind, he didn’t even hear you keep calling his name over and over again, trying to stop him.

In a moment of distraction, Charles punched Jay in the face and the situation reversed, it was that bastard now punching Jay.

“For fucks sake stop it!” you exclaimed aloud, trying in vain to separate them. You weren’t strong enough to do that, not to separate two furious men fighting each other.

“What the fuck is going on here!” you heard Voight and never felt as relieved by his presence as then. Together you separated Jay and Charles, and while Voight held Halstead at bay, you handcuffed Charles and threw him back into the cage.

“Did you lose your goddamn mind Halstead?!” Voight yelled, slamming the door to his office behind him as all three of you entered. Jay’s face was sore, that son of a bitch had gone down hard.

“Sarge he just defended me, Foulger wanted to attack me and Jay prevented it,” you immediately responded in Jay’s defense.

“I don’t remember asking you a question Y/LN. I asked you a fucking question Halstead, I demand an answer!”

“Y/N is right Sergeant, I noticed the suspect got a little too close and I thought it was time to intervene.”

“Don’t bullshit me! Do I look stupid to you Halstead? Do you realize what you’ve done?! The whole case is compromised now! We’re lucking if he doesn’t sue the entire department and just because you can’t do your fucking job e let your feeling out of this district!” Voight exclaimed furiously, not even leaving you a chance to speak to explain the situation.

After that outburst from Voight, Jay was excluded from the case, although you tried a thousand times to get Voight to change his mind. You couldn’t help but feel guilty, it was your fault Jay reacted that way.

Following the fight with Jay, Charles was taken to hospital due to his broken nose and the situation worsened dramatically when he decided to sue Jay for excessive use of force.

It was nearly 8 pm and there was no one left at the unit except you who were filing the report on the incident with Charles. Jay had hardly talked to you after the incident, even refusing to have his hand and the wounds on his face treated.

He hadn’t replied to any of your messages since Voight had ordered him to go back home to freshen up and your thoughts couldn’t move from him, to how he was. You hated the thought of knowing he was in pain, especially when it was you he had hurt himself for.

You decided you’d end the report the next day, you didn’t want to be anywhere else but with him at that moment and that’s exactly why you found yourself driving to his apartment, after a stop to buy some beers.

You knocked a couple of times at his door before he opened it. Your heart broke as you noticed the scratches and bruises on his face, which he clearly hadn’t disinfect. An expression of surprise appeared on Jay’s face as he didn’t expect anyone to come visit him, especially you.

“Can I come in?” you asked with a small smile on your face, lifting the case of beer and showing it to him.

He stepped aside, allowing you to enter. “Why are you here?” he asked, taking the case of beer from your hands and going to sit on the sofa in the living room.

“I didn’t want you to be alone,” you answered sincerely, reaching for him “How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Hey look at me,” you said, noticing how he always tried to avoid looking you in the eye. He brought his eyes into yours and never before did your stomach tighten in a vise. “I’m so sorry Jay.”

“For what? It wasn’t you who punched me,” he retorted, almost jokingly.

“No, but you did it for me.”

“Y/N listen to me carefully,” he spoke in a firm voice, continuing to hold your gaze “None of this is your fault, if there’s anyone to blame here it’s that son of a bitch, not you.”

“Do they hurt?” you asked, pointing to his wounds.

“Only if I think about it,” he replied, giving you a small smile as you continued to look at him with a sorry expression. “I swear I’m fine, it’s just a scratch, nothing serious.”

“Why didn’t you disinfect them?”

He shrugged casually. “I guess I forgot.”

“Jay how do you forget to disinfect wounds? They could get infected.” You snapped and a look of confusion appeared on Jay’s face when he saw you get up and go to the bathroom. He rolled his eyes when he saw you return with the first aid kit. “Y/N that’s not necessary.”

“Yes, it is” you replied and from the way you were looking at him, Jay knew there was no room for objection. He sighed and sat on the edge of the sofa as he looked at you. You took a piece of cotton and poured some disinfectant before settling in front of him.

“You can come closer, I don’t bite,” he played, noticing how nervous you were.

C’mon Y/N it’s Jay, don’t act stupid, you kept telling yourself.

You weren’t sure why, maybe it was the way his green eyes sparkled so much as he looked at you, or his scent, but you felt like you were about to melt right in front of him. He didn’t take his eyes off you even for a second, as if he wanted to imprint every single detail of you in his mind.

“It’s going to burn a little,” you warned him, your voice low. He nodded and you rested two fingers under his chin to lift his head slightly for better access. Jay’s stomach did a flip and incredibly that contact of your fingers with his skin burned more than the disinfectant itself. “I’m so sorry,” you said, noticing the way he tried not to react as you cleaned the wound on his eyebrow.

“It’s okay, you’re not hurting me,” he replied, still looking at you. In reality he wasn’t very focused on what you were doing, rather on you, on the way you so carefully kept cleaning his wounds as not to hurt him, on the way you curled your lips slightly, a habit you used to have when you were focused on something. Having you this close wasn’t easy and in the dim living room light you were so fucking beautiful, it became almost unbearable.

“Jay are you listening to me?” you asked again, noticing he wasn’t listening to you in the slightest.

“Mmmh what?” he asked. Damn, when did you start talking? He hadn’t even noticed, enchanted as he was in looking at you.

You let out a little laugh, placing the used wad on the table and taking a clean one. “I asked why didn’t you reply to my messages. I was worried for you” you repeated as you began to clean his lip wound.

Damn it.

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry… Well, I thought I messed with this whole thing…”

“No of course not Jay, I really appreciate you defended me but you know to be honest, I don’t like you have to hurt yourself.”

“Y/N, I’d take a bullet for you so don’t even say that,” he replied “Plus, you would’ve done the same.”

There was no need for you to even think about the answer because he was right, you would’ve done the exact same thing if the situation had been the other way around. “Yes, I would,” you replied with a small smile on your lips “But this doesn’t mean you exaggerated.”

“I know, but I don’t regret it, I’d do it again a thousand times” he replied, without the slightest hesitation.

“I’d rather you keep your job, it would be hard to find another partner.”

“Yeah very funny, you’ll have to go over my dead body before I’ll let you find another partner my dear.”

You laughed but stopped immediately when Jay’s face contracted into a pained expression after letting out a real moan as you pressed a little too hard on the wound in his lower lip. “Oh my god I’m sorry Jay, I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, hey it’s okay. It was just cold, you didn’t hurt me” he immediately said, seeing you freak out. He put his hands on your hips and only then you stopped, instantly freezing and blushing like a little girl. “It’s okay, you can continue”.

“Are you sure?” you asked, a little reluctant and not wanting to hurt him again but trying the hardest to not stutter.

“Of course” he smiled and that smile was enough to make a shiver run down your spine and make your heart skip a beat. Even more slowly than before, you started disinfecting the wound again, trying to ignore Jay’s hands that were still on your hips.

You couldn’t deny it, God, it felt so good, feeling his hands on you and your mind couldn’t think of anything else at that moment, except his fingers caressing you from above the shirt. You didn’t know if it was the heat of the apartment but the air suddenly started to heat up and pretending not to feel anything was extremely difficult.

You couldn’t believe how even a simple gesture like that caused such a reaction and you cursed yourself for it because you hated losing control of yourself, you hated how Jay managed to make you lose your mind so easily, you hated the effect he had on you. You hated it and loved it at the same time, because it was as if only with him you could feel so alive. He was the only one who could make you feel as if a fire burned inside you. No one had ever had that effect on you, no one had ever made you feel that longing for another person and you didn't know how to act or face it, trying to resist was so damn hard.

He was so fucking irresistible.

Jay, on the other hand, seemed on the verge of exploding, he had never put his patience on so much test as he did in that moment. He was aware it was wrong to feel those things for you, he knew it was not right to want you so badly because you were partners, you worked together, but it was also the only thing he could think about, whenever he was with you, his mind was filled with images of him touching you everywhere, kissing you and fucking you in every position he could think of and there was no way he could change that.

He knew keeping his hands on your hips and touching you in that moment didn’t help at all to calm down that desire he felt for you but he just couldn’t break away, he couldn’t convince himself to get away from you. God only knew how much he wanted to put his hands down and squeeze your ass until his fingers left marks on you.

“Why did you do it anyway?” you asked, almost in a whisper.

“What?” he asked back.

“Hit Foulger, I would’ve been able to defend myself from that bastard, you know.”

Jay thought for a moment what to answer but the truth was he didn’t know the real reason either. “Yes, I know. It's just that, I… I couldn’t stop. When I saw him so close to you I lost my mind,” he replied honestly, explaining as best he could what went through his mind in those moments. “I don’t know how to explain it, but just the thought of someone else putting their dirty hands on you makes my blood boil.”

His words almost made your knees so weak you feared you’d fall there in front of him. At that point you weren’t even cleaning his wounds anymore, you were much more focused on looking at him dazed.

“Anyone else other than you?” you retorted with a smirk, referring to his hands still on your hips. You almost stopped breathing as he squeezed you, instinctively drawing you closer to him and making you drop the wad from your hand in surprise.

Oh God.

“Exactly. I’m the only one who can do it.”

For fucks sake touch me.

You remained silent for a moment, your eyes continuing to alternate between his eyes and lips, thinking only and uniquely of how much you longed to kiss him, to feel his mouth on yours. The silence fell into the room wasn’t embarrassing, in fact, it was a silence that had never been as expressive as words. It was a silence filled with the desire, lust you felt for each other.

“Y/N don’t look at me like that” he whispered, sending a shiver through your body.

“Like what?” you replied as your fingers slowly and gently stroked his face, being careful not to touch the cuts and bruises. It was as if you were moving by yourself, as if you had no control over what you were doing.

“With those fuck me eyes. God you drive me crazy” he said, squeezing your hips so tightly in an attempt to vent the desire and frustration he felt. And you could feel it, you could see from the way he looked at you and touched you he wanted you, almost as much as you wanted him.

With your thumb you gently traced the edges of his lips meanwhile your mind did nothing but try to imagine what it’d be like to kiss him, to feel his mouth on you. Taking care not to touch the wound on his lip, you continued to brush your finger with his mouth and the way his lips parted at that contact almost made you collapse.

Jay closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sweetness and delicacy with which you continued to caress him. Your fingers felt like fire on his skin and never before he wished to be permanently marked, to be burned by you. When he opened his eyes and looked at you, the intensity of your gaze made him totally lose his mind, he no longer knew how to try to resist you.

“Y/N please stop, you have no idea what you are doing to me” he literally begged you. He hoped you were going to be the one with some common sense, the one who would stop him because, fuck, he couldn't do it.

You shook your head slightly, running your hand through his hair and then touching his lips again. “I don’t want to stop.”

And this sentence alone was enough to send Jay over the edge, making him understand nothing more.

Before you could even understand what was going on, he was already on his feet and his lips were already on yours as he took your breath away completely.

Your body reacted before your mind could do it and, without even thinking about it, you found yourself kissing him back with all the passion and strength you had. You surrounded his neck with your arms in an attempt to bring him as close to you as possible as the kiss deepened more and more. You sighed when you parted your lips slightly and he stuck his tongue in your mouth. His hand was in your hair as he squeezed it in a fist, the other on your ass as he groped it like if his life had depended on it. Never before you felt more alive than this. God, it was an indescribable feeling, almost comparable to a sudden fire or the explosion of billions of fireworks.

“Fucking hell you’re killing me,” he sighed as you parted to get some air and then gently grab your face in his hands “I won’t be able to stop if you don’t Y/N, if you want all this to end…”

Jay didn’t even have time to finish the sentence, you grabbed him by the collar and pressed your lips on his again, effectively giving him the answer he wanted. You didn’t want him to stop, you spent so much time wishing this to happen, there was no reason you’d be able to stop.

Jay’s hands went all the way down to your ass and you almost moaned when he started touching it again. In doing this, he made his pelvis grind on yours and feeling his erection against you, you couldn’t hold back a moan, which drove Jay even more crazier.

“God yes, just like that. I want to hear you moan for me” he whispered on your lips as his fingers touched your pussy from above your jeans.

Your hands wandered all over your bodies as they tried to touch and explore every inch they could. By now you were both inexorably lost in each other, there was no way back as the excitement grew more and more.

You pulled away from him just to push him on the couch and sit on him. Jay would sell his soul to frame that moment, to see you in that state forever, your lips swollen and rosy, cheeks flushed, hair messed up and clothes crumpled.

“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” he said as his hands touched and squeezed you everywhere, his lips continuing to sow kisses on your face and along your jaw until they reached the crook of your neck.

You couldn’t even stand still anymore, you wanted him so much you were about to lose your mind. You tilted your head to one side to give him greater access and as his lips began to kiss and suck the skin of your neck, the silence of the room was broken by the sound of your sighs and moans. Your eyes were closed as you enjoyed that feeling and you would’ve given anything for him to never stop.

“Answer me,” he murmured in your ear. One of his hand went around your throat, forcing you to lift your head and look at him.

God, he was so beautiful it took your breath away.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked you again and you shook your head slightly, unable to think or form any words that made sense. He lifted his hips making his erection grind against you, making you escape a small moan. “That’s how beautiful you are, that’s what you fucking do to me every single time you even look at me.”

“God Jay… Please” you started to grind on him again, looking for a way to relieve the pressure and tension that were literally devouring you alive. He closed his eyes and slightly tilted his head back as little sighs and moans flowed from his lips. These were hands down the sexiest things you’ve ever witnessed.

“What do you want darling? Tell me.”

“You. I want you so fucking much…”

He barely gave you time to finish the sentence as his lips were already on yours, devouring you again in a passionate and lustful kiss. The air got thinner, only the sound of your kisses, your sighs and little moans resounded as you tore off your clothes with voracity and impatience.

He pushed down the strap of your bra as his mouth kissed, licked, bit every inch of skin he had access to, marking you like he never did before. “Mine, fucking mine” he kept whispering in your ear and that words alone almost made your heart explode as you kept moaning his name. He didn't even know it was possible to want someone so badly, so violently. His mind and heart continued a little battle internally, aware that what was happening shouldn’t have happened but Jay had now lost all ability to make any rational thought.

That’s the effect you always had on him. He couldn’t even explain it but whenever he was with it was like every words and every thoughts left his mind, he couldn’t think straight, you messed with his head like no one did before.

You on the other hand didn’t even know what was happening, how to describe that feeling, that fire inside you only Jay was able to ignite, but whatever it was you never wanted it to end. It was intense, made you completely dizzy, maddened, and you knew it was wrong, this didn’t even have to happen but you didn’t care, god, you wanted him so badly and for so long, you’d never give this up.

And just like this you found yourselves lost one in another, completely crazy about each other.

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