#shut up pls rogue

[andorerso]

Andor fans who don’t like Rogue One, get out of my house

#i am so serious pls don't interact if you think r1 was bad i don't care #rogue one #shut up sissi

[mrsdulac]

Started watching X Men 97…

#rogue and magneto you STOP that RIGHT NOW #justice for ororo #scott you annoying cute bastard i love you shut up #jean…try not to die girl ❤️ #logan…stay feral babe 😘 #JUBILEE YOU ANGEL 💕 #remy and erik you slutty slutty boys #morph…gtfo tbh (he creeps me out) #episode 3 pls don’t hurt meeee

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Underestimate || D. Targaryen x oc

GIF by @thequeenwechoose DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: Daemon’s position in his brother’s court needs to be strengthened, and he cares. Elys on the other hand? Not at all. Her marriage to the Rogue Prince was nothing but a political matter. She sometimes underestimate what he’s capable of doing.

a/n: basically in this, Elys and Daemon were forced into marriage and hate each other. warning: this is so bad i gotta admit 😭 i got lazy with it ALSO PLS PLS PLS PUT IN REQUESTS FOR MEE

“Seriously?” Elys rolls her eyes as she lets her eyes wander down Daemon’s figure. His short hair disheveled and his hands doing up his pants as he blows a strand of hair away. “Don’t act as if you weren’t doing the same mere minutes ago” He smirks. He wasn’t wrong.

The two were making their way to the small council who had called for both their presences. “What the fuck does my brother want now” He mutters before the doors were opened.

“Your Grace,” they both say before taking seat next to elach other, opposite Otto Hightower. “Brother, Elys, How are you both?” Viserys smiles. Before the Stark girl could respond, her husband beat her to it “Quit the sweet talk Viserys, what do you want from us?” Daemon speaks in a monotone voice.

She had the urge to slap his face for being such a dick. The King glances to Otto before clearing his throat, “Your position here in my court has been questioned. You being my brother, is not strong of a reason unfortunately” The room was silent. Elys’ eyes move to here husband’s face that stares at the table infront of him.

“Me being your brother should be enough reason, your Grace” Daemon mutters. Viseys sighs, but before he could open his mouth, Otto spoke. “You spend your days around court doing nothing and you spend your nights at the pleasure houses in Silk Street, not with your Lady Wife. You only have the mere title as Prince”

Elys scoffs, “I’d rather him do that then share a bed with me” She shrugs as Otto glares at her. “You can’t just have a legitimate position just because your my brother,” Viserys reasons, “So what are you suggesting then hm? Tell me” The King sighs, “You have no heirs Daemon.”

Your kidding. Elys thought. She blinks a few times to process what the King had just said and what he was implying. “You’re telling me, having a child will strengthen my position here?” Daemon speaks slowly as his brother nods.

“Says who-“ “You and Elys have been married for over a year and yet I still don’t see a child” This time, it was Elys’ turn to glare at the man, “Have a child and your position would be legitimate.”

~

A loud knock erupts from her bedroom door, Elys lets out a frustrated sigh before getting up and putting on a robe to cover herself, “Were you expecting another person?” The man on her bed half chuckled.

Opening the door, she was met with his devilish smile. “Husband, to what do I owe the pleasure?” She sarcastically smiles. Daemon looks her up and down, “I think it’s best we talk about what my brothers asks from us, don’t you?” He leans his hand on the door, his face centimetres away.

“No not really. It’s your problem Daemon, neither you or the King can force me to have a baby” Elys crosses her arms and leans against the door, his face hardens. He then looks past her figure but Elys was quick to notice, she shut the door behind her clearing her throat as a scoffs leaves his lips.

“Just you wait, you will be carrying my fucking child sooner or later. You should stop bringing over men and start sleeping in my chambers.” He says against her ear before she shoves him off.

“Fuck you Daemon,” She spat in annoyance, “That would make everyone happy wouldn’t it?” He grins before walking off.

Daemon didn’t know what came over him. Jealousy maybe? Jealous that someone else gets to be fucking his gorgeous and lawful wife? The Prince did want a child. Otto was right, his days were growing boring, at first, he enjoyed what he always did, fucking his way through the pleasure houses at Silk Street.

But he longed to come back to his bed everyday beside his wife. Of course publicly, the “picture perfect” married couple was something everyone dreamed of having. The two constantly showed affection with one another and look at each other with such love.

It shocked the court to see Daemon in that way but little did they know what happened behind closed doors when no one was around. Always at each other’s throat. They infuriated each other but yet they could never tell why.

~

“Ah there she is! Happy name day Elys” King Viserys smiles warmly as she takes a seat at the breakfast table with her in-laws. There was no sight of Daemon. “Thank you, your Grace” She showcases her pearly smile before digging into the breakfast feast.

“4 and 20 was a great year for me you know, I say it’s a great time to have children” Viserys laughs as the brunette awkwardly chuckles knowing what he was hinting at. Her Grace, Queen Alicent, speaks up, “There is a celebration held in honour of your name day at Godswood at midday” She enthusiastically says. Elys nods with a grin plastered on her face.

Whirling the mead in her goblet, she looked around bored. The celebration was a thoughtful gesture from both the King and Queen but she would rather be spending the day in the comfort of her bed chambers or walking through the gardens. Elys’ darling husband was still not around, not that she was not surprised.

She sat on a chair surrounded by a few ladies, conversed in conversations, “Oh how I love your dress” Lady Strong complimented as the others agree, Elys looks to her with a smile. She was wearing a deep blue off the shoulder dress, highlighting her collarbone and shoulders.

“Thank you, Lady Strong, I could say the same-“ Elys was topped mid sentence by gasps and murmurs. She couldn’t see what everyone was gasping at but spotted a head of silver hair, Daemon. Lady Strong let out a horrified scream when the Targaryen Prince came closer to them.

Elys slowly stood up and felt her insides churning at the sight. Daemon holding the decapitated head of the man she had been seeing a few times in his hand; blood still dripping. “Happy Name Day, darling.”

~

“What were you thinking!” She screamed at him, the whole of the Red Keep probably hearing her, the two stood opposite each other, table in between. “I told you you were going to carry our child, I first had to get that cunt out of the way” Daemon fired back. Elys was shocked to hear that he did that all because he was so adamant on making her carry his child. The couple had been going back and forth for about 10 minutes, the small council wanted to see them again.

“So this is what it is about?” Elys laughs in disbelief as Daemon stares at her, “Since when have you ever listened to what you brother has told you to do, Husband?” She leans against the table staring up at him.

“This is my position in court Elys, better yet, your position as my Lady Wife!” He inches closer to her. “Without my title, you are nothing. You would not live the luxurious life you live right now, and you certainly, would not have other men entertaining you” Elys’ breaths quicken as she pulls back and paces, her hands on her hips.

“Brother, Elys” Viserys opens the door as the two turn their head to his direction. “That was quite the statement you put out there, Daemon” His brother glares at him in disapproval.

The brunette sat down with a huff, her arms crossed as she death glared her husband. “I think it is best we tell my darling wife right now,” Daemon smirks as he glances to his brother then Elys. “Tell me what exactly?” She questioned, fidgeting with her rings. She felt uneasy just at the sight of her husband’s features.

Viserys clears his throat, “There will be a bedding ceremony tomorrow night for the two of you” Elys’ eyes widen in shock. She opened her mouth but nothing came out; she was too baffled at what she was hearing.

“But why? Daemon and I already have had one when we wed, your Grace” To say Elys was confused was an understatement. “Yes, you have but that is tradition. This, however, was recommended to us as we know that you and Daemon do not lay in each other’s bed. The maesters have calculated your cycle and tomorrow is best for you”

“And who might have recommended this to you, your Grace” Elys’ eyes move to Daemon who sits there with a proud smirk on his face. That cunt. “Why me of course. Elys, I thing you underestimate me too much. I could not possibly allow my wife to live in nothing but luxury and royalty.”

~

“ivestragī īlva jiōragon bisa toliot se gaomagon lēda” Elys mutters as she takes off her robe. “aōhoso” Daemon smirks, his eyes trailing down his wife’s body. A sense of deja vu came over Daemon from their wedding night. However this was different. This time, his position in court was on the line. (let us get this over and done with) (as you wish)

“Enjoyed the show, my lords?” Elys called out as she rode out her high. A few mutters were heard from them. Daemon laughed at her remark, Elys could feel his vibrations underneath her as she couldn’t help but crack a smile. She could hear the movement of chairs indicating that the small council were leaving.

Elys leans her head against Daemon’s chest as a tired sigh leaves her mouth. Daemon gently took ahold of her arms and moved her to his side, her body covered by the sheets that he pulled up for her.

Her breathes calmed down as she fell into a slumber. The Targaryen prince stared down at his wife. How he regretted not making an effort to know her when they wedded. He moved a stray piece of hair out of her face to admire her beauty from up close.

~

6 months later….

A gentle kiss was placed on Elys’ neck by Daemon himself. “nyke missed ao” He whispers, his breath on her neck tickling her as she lets out a giggle, “Se lanta hen ao” His hands move down to her swollen belly. (i missed you) (the two of you)

#daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #house targaryen #fanfiction #matt smith #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen fanfic

[writingsofwesteros]

more of Daemon x Otto's wife reader!! Maybe one where she's pregnant and gave birth to a silver haired babe? Everybody knows it but everyone's scared of Daemon so they just pretend like this baby and the upcoming one are not obviously Targaryens. More smut pls!!!

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“It seems the great Otto Hightower has a bastard son.” Daemon whispered into your ear as he hovered over your bare body. The bed that had been your marital one that the rogue Prince had claimed for his own. His cock stuffed your weeping pussy as he stayed still; your walls fluttering madly.

“That is our son, Daemon…” You whimpered out, breathlessly. Your eyes locked onto him with a blush. “Yes, our son.” The Prince repeated as he stared down at you; a growing smirk coming over his face. A soft blush came over your cheeks at the realisation of the act you were both in without shame.

His hips slowly began to rock now; slowly pushing his cock in and out of your weeping pussy that clung to him. Your legs gently wrapped around his middle now whilst Daemon leaned in and lovingly captured your soft lips. Your noses brushed together as your fingers slowly moved into his locks that your son shared.

“I’m glad he is yours.” You finally whispered out as you nervously chewed on your bottom lip whilst your eyes locked. “Me too..” Daemon hummed before passionately capturing your lips once more. Your own smile was soft and growing too as you looped your arms around his neck and lost yourself.

Your tongues began to dance together as he lovingly began to move; his cock slowly thrusting now. Daemon watched as you slowly began to thrash underneath him; your back arching from the sheets. Daemon leaned in and began to lovingly mouth at your neck; marking you for all to see in the morning.

Your hand moved down his chest as you both locked eyes with each other as you made love. Your eyes began to flutter shut now. Your body softened as ever for him whilst your stomach was tightening. “I would never put you in any danger. Do you know that?” The rogue Prince whispered.

“I do…I promise.” You whispered up to him with a soft moan of his name falling from your lips. Your tongues soon danced again. “Good.” Daemon hummed as his hand slowly moved up your chest now. “I love you.” You softly spoke in his ear whilst playing with the ends of his locks; keeping him impossibly closer.

“I love you too.” Daemon hummed before passionately capturing your soft lips once more with all his devotions placed into the act. He rested his head onto yours as his thrusts began to pick up speed. He watched as your delicious, ample breasts began to bounce with each thrust of his cock.

With a chuckle, Daemon flipped you both over so you were on top. His glorious girl lost in pleasure. You were all his; for eternity. He just had to buy his time, the rogue Prince thought to himself. He could be a patient man, like now as he began to draw out the pleasure he was giving you.

Your hands moved back towards his arse now and clung onto him, hoping to bring him deeper with each thrust. Your soft breasts brushing against his muscled chest as you stayed impossibly closer. Daemon burrowed into your neck and began to softly mouth at you now as your bodies moved together.

~

You gently rocked the sleeping babe in your arm; he was growing so big now, you thought to yourself. He gave you strength amongst the stares you were receiving as the Lord and Ladies of the court passed you by. You would not give him up for the world or the father he brought with him.

Thankfully, his father was able to give such a protective shield even without his presence. A presence you would rather have. Your eyes locked onto Daemon from across the room where he stood with his brother. You ducked your head to hide the soft smile coming over your face as you stared.

You brought your son closer before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. For a moment, you were in your own little world. Of course, all good things must come to an end. “Wife…” The deep, familiar voice of Otto had you slowly turning your head towards the hand of the King.

“Husband…” You softly spoke; trying to keep a small amount of peace even as you held your son closer. You noticed his eyes looking down and you couldn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat. As if your baby boy noticed the growing tension moving over him; his little eyes fluttered open.

A soft cry was beginning to form when you completely looked away from Otto and gave your son the attention he needed. “Apologies.” You whispered out, chewing on your bottom lip as you ducked your head once more. Your heart was racing as the fear you had still being in your husband’s presence rose.

“Otto..” Your eyes flashed up at the familiar voice of your lover. “I would say it is nice to see you.” The silence only followed the two men as you subtly looked between them. Your son resumed his peaceful sleeping with ease as you watched your Lord husband turn and walk away.

“He’d scare any child.” Daemon hummed into your ear; hardly keeping a subtle distance whilst you once more tried to ignore the stares moving past the three of them. “Daemon..” You gently slapped his chest as you fought against the soft giggles threatening to escape you. Your stress is completely falling from you now.

“I think your son has inherited your hatred.” You whispered out before lovingly looking down at the sleeping babe. A few soft moments came over you both as the rogue Prince looked over your shoulder and watched his son. “We should go somewhere a little less loud?” Daemon hummed.

It only took you less than a second to agree as you sweetly nodded. Your thumb brushing across the babe’s sweet brow as Daemon’s hand gently reached for your swollen stomach. He took his time stroking you as his bright eyes softened before he took your hand in his to walk away.

You leaned into his shoulder as the lords and ladies behind you completely disappeared until all that was left was the two boys in your life. Daemon pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as his hand moved to rest over your shoulder. He gently stroked your arm whilst keeping you impossibly close; safe.

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[spideystevie]

hi honey! could i request #1 from the “little things” prompt list for steve pls?? ty 🫶

hi honey!! thanks for your request, i hope you like it <3 (0.7k)

“massaging their shoulders when they clearly had a long day” [request a little things prompt]

You’re ready for bed when Steve trudges through the door that night. A yawn escapes you right as the sound of his keys dropping in the bowl by the front door reaches your ears. A rush of excitement coats your veins hearing his footsteps pad into the living room where you’re up waiting for him.

He’s exhausted, that much is clear. His eyes are all drowsy, hair a tousled mess, and his shoulders droop. The corners of your lips melt down into a frown. 

“Hey baby,” you say, gentle and quiet. Steve’s eyes light up at the sight of you curled up on the couch, illuminated by the faint yellow light of the lamp you’d picked out together for the space. There’s an empty mug on the coffee table in front of you. 

“Hi,” his voice is just as quiet though a little more frail than yours. He leans against the wall near the entryway of the room, body sagging with the weight of the day. You get up from the couch, joints a little creaky. His eyes track you all the way from where you were sitting to where you stand directly in front of him. 

“Long day?” you ask, though you already know the answer. He’d picked up a few courses at the community college this semester on top of work. You’d hardly seen him today aside from a quick good morning kiss goodbye on his way out the door to get to class. He’d worked a late shift at the video store after, the day weighing on him. 

Steve instinctively reaches his hand out to brush across your cheeks, tucking a rogue piece of hair behind your ear. It slides down your neck and shoulder, resting down by your wrist. He leaves a trail of fire in his wake. 

“Just a bit,” he tries to joke but the smile he sports doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You tsk softly, maneuvering your hand so it can grab his. Your fingers fold together like they were designed to. 

Steve lets you drag him down the hall to your shared bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom. You sit him down on the closed toilet seat and move towards the tub. 

“Bath or shower?” you ask over your shoulder. Steve blinks at you with a world of fondness in his eyes, heart expanding in his ribcage because you’re taking care of him. He mumbles about a shower being fine and you twist the handle, water spraying out of the shower head.

You walk back over to him, bending slightly to grab the hem of his shirt. You look at him and wait for his nod before helping tug it over his head. It drops near your feet. Steve wraps a hand around your wrist and tugs you down to him. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, chest feeling fuzzy. You smile at him, tender and sweet and press a kiss to his forehead and then his lips when he pouts. You leave him to finish undressing and shower, heading back out into the living room to turn off the lamp. 

Steve steps out of the bathroom almost twenty minutes later in the pajama pants you’d set out for him and towel drying his hair. His chest is bare, a rogue drop of water falling from the ends of his hair and rolling down his chest. 

You’re sitting up in bed, looking a little eager as you wait for him to join you. When he finishes drying his hair the best he can, wet strands falling onto his forehead, you shuffle into the center of the bed and pat the spot in front of you. Steve raises his eyebrows. 

“Sit,” you say and he does. He’s a little confused and doesn’t see you shift up onto your knees behind him. Your hands are a little cold against his shoulders but Steve relaxes almost immediately at your touch. His eyes fall shut, head lulling back slightly as your hands work at the tension in his shoulders.

He melts like butter in your hands, delicate, pleased hums escaping him. You smile a little, happy to be able to help him on long days like he helps you. Steve thinks his heart might burst with how much he loves you, with how loved he feels in this moment. 

You massage his shoulders until his breathing starts to even out and his head droops to the sides. You press a slow trail of kisses against his shoulder and up his neck to his jaw. Steve can’t help the way his lips curl into a smile. 

“That was nice,” he says. I love you, he means. He can feel the curve of your smile when you kiss his cheek. 

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #📝: a writes! #feel like my endings r so ..... bleh lately idk i just cannot figure out how to end things smoothly for the life of me

[moongirlcleo]

Alright, one of my most down bad requests.

Nsfw pls!!

Kind of like minor angst, when Rogue thinks reader forgot Valentine's day because Reader is capable of stuff like that, they do a lot of traveling so her forgetting holidays and even her birthday isn't even surprising, it's still their anniversary, and you know the official bunny girl costume Mashima drawn Luce in, turns out she never forgot, surprisingly, so she got something commissioned after being pulled aside by Evergreen when visiting Fairy Tail, and had been waiting for it's arrival as to why she seemed ignorant, ofc what happens next happens next..

Ooooo okay okayy I see you I may have drawn reader wearing that for this little drabble. :p enjoy love!

”Another.” Rogue tipsily waved for Minerva to bring another round to booze toward him as Sting and Orga walked through the door.

"You sure you need another, buddy?” Sting looked at Rogue in confusion. “You hardly like to drink so what’s up?”

Rogue swatted his friend’s hand away and grumbled. “I’m fine, Sting. Go away and let me enjoy my night in peace for once.”

Orga and Sting shared a glance and walked away, with Sting muttering something under his breath.

"I heard that, you ass,” Rogue snapped. With a sigh, he knew the white dragon slayer was right. It absolutely wasn’t fine, and he had to come to terms with it. In fact, he was downright miserable because he knew you’d forgotten Valentine’s day. Worse yet, it was your first anniversary too.

"Where the hell is she, any way?" The last time Rogue had seen you, you'd been preparing yourself for a mission. It also wasn't unlike you to forget important dates, either. If the shadow slayer hadn't reminded you, you would've forgotten your birthday entirely too.

With the hundredth sigh of the evening, Rogue tipped the last of the alcohol down and stood up to head to his room. The darkness of his bachelor pad did nothing to lift his spirits, and Frosch was off on a little adventure with Yukino and Lector for the night so they could have some time alone.

Instead, Rogue found himself on the bed alone and in a horrible mood. He knew he shouldn't be too upset. Maybe you'd gotten lost, or...

"Stop it Cheney, enough," He growled to himself. "Working myself up like this isn't going to change anything." With a huff, he stood up to get undressed. He stripped down to his dark grey boxers and climbed back into bed, palming at his groin. He may as well get himself off and head to bed.

Rogue let his mind wander as he reached down and pulled away the boxers, letting his length spring out. He thought of you, and the fun the two of you would've been having. His dick twitched at the thought of tasting you- something he'd been really looking forward to.

Eventually, his thoughts worked him up enough to get going, rutting into his palm at an even pace, deaf to everything around him. Rogue didn't even notice the door to his room quietly open and shut as you entered.

You watched with a smirk at the lewd grunts coming from your clearly pent up boyfriend. So, you cleared your throat.

Rogue jumped at the noise, and instantly blushed. He blinked a few times at the sight of you and frowned.

"When the hell did you get here, yn?"

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms with a dramatic pout.

"And here I thought you'd be excited to see me. But I suppose I can come back when you're done...?"

Still partially covering his erection with his boxers, Rogue looked down at his lap and then up at you again.

"I- no. It's fine, yn. You just surprised me, is all. I didn't think I'd see you tonight."

You flashed a sheepish grin in response.

"Yeah... sorry about that babe, I was waiting for something that took for fucking ever to get. But I'm here now. Do you want your gift?"

Confusion spread across Rogue's face. He put himself together and stood up.

"Gift ?"

"You didn't forget what today was, did you Ro?" A flash of something in Rogue's eyes had you looking at him funny.

"Me? No, I thought you forgot. I had a few drinks and figured you weren't coming tonight."

Realization flooded your expression. You gave Rogue a nod. "Explains what I walked into, then."

You placed your bag down and took your jacket off before turning to the shadow dragon slayer.

"It's in the bag. While you take a look, I am going to go change really quick."

You left Rogue to peek in the black bag you'd set down and hurried to the bathroom to change into the second part of your gift.

A small gasp came from the room you'd just left. Peaking out from the door, you caught a glimpse of his reaction. He stood looking at a painting of you in the sexiest pose he'd ever seen, wearing an outfit he'd always fantasized about fucking you in.

"Did... where did you get this painting, yn?" He asked breathily.

You remained silent, finishing tying your corset up before heading back out.

"When I was visiting Fairy Tail last week, one of the girlie's there gave me an idea." You came out, letting Rogue take in the scene before him.

The red in his face got deeper as he drank you in, the sight of you in the matching bunny costume as the painting.

Giving Rogue a coy smile, you walked toward the bed and sat down on it, staring at the rapidly growing bulge in his boxers.

"Yn..." He whispered. "You look so... fuck. You look so hot."

Rogue took a couple steps toward the bed, but you stopped him just before he could climb next to you. Instead, you pulled at the hem of his boxers, freeing his already leaking cock.

With out breaking eye contact, you lowered your head down and slowly licked from the base to the tip, watching his eyes already flutter in bliss.

"F..fuck. I almost forgot how your mouth felt on me, babe."

His words were breathless, as if he forgot to breathe. It made you chuckle.

"Well, stop talking silly and let me suck you dry. It's the least I can do for making you wait so long for me."

You took him in your mouth, going as far down to the base as you can without speeding up. You needed this just as much as he did. In reality, you'd never planned on being there late. But gods damn, was Evergreen slow with bringing you your items.

Rogue's hand found themselves in your hair, trying to not knock the bunny ears off the top of your head. You sucked and licked at him for a bit, listening to his moans grow stronger.

"Fuck babe.. I- I'm so. I'm so close... hah. Wanna fuck you still." You slowed your pace and looked up at Rogue with big, bright eyes. Grabbing onto his boxers, you pulled him toward you on the bed and he complied.

"How do you want me?" You asked him.

Without a word, he flipped you over onto hands and knees and ripped into your leotard, freeing your already wet core. Before you could complain, his tongue entered you from behind.

You moaned, arching your back to get his tongue deeper. Rogue smiled into you, licking up all the slick that had dripped down your thighs.

"Jesus babe," he muttered. "You're making it hard for me to not fuck you now."

"Who says you can't?" You shot back, trying to keep the whine out of your voice.

Rogue pondered this for a second, and positioned his hips to your entrance and slowly eased his cock inside you.

His breathing hitched as your tight walls were filled up with the feeling of him.

"Well that sound was absolutely delicious," he smirked. "Make it again."

By now, he was grabbing onto your hips and rutting into you fast, not even caring how erratic his thrusts were. You felt good. Too good. Rogue needed that release, and he wanted you to come with him.

He snaked his hand around you and began rubbing your clit as he railed into you, earning him more lewd moans.

You could feel your core tightening each time he rutted into you.

"You gonna cum with me baby? I'm so... so close," he panted. You nodded sloppily, too drunk with pleasure to think straight.

Both of you found your climax within each other, and the feeling of being filled up with his seed brought you over the edge. The two of you fell backward on the bed, tired and slick with sweat.

"Fuck that felt amazing," Rogue whistled. "Yn, you.. you really went through all the trouble to get those made for me? For today?" He looked at you with crimson eyes.

You smiled. "Duh, dummy. I wanted to make our anniversary special. Plus, it's been a while since we last... well, you know." A blush crept up your cheeks. "I love you, you know."

Rogue took your face in his hands and gently kissed the tip of your nose. "I love you too, yn. Let's get cleaned up and we can catch up."

A grin spread across your face. "I was thinking of round two."

The look on Rogue's face was priceless as he pulled you in his arms, kissing you deeply.

hope you enjoyed this love~

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[mathlann]

hey! has been seeing your rogue trader posts for a while, and can't help but ask, who is the mysterious ym? I pieced together that he's mara/rt kid (???) or maybe i'm completely misenturpreted. also I'm very new to 40k to know if it's even possible between the species.

anyway pls take this ask as an opportunity to ramble about him, and/or your rt's relationship with the murderous stick bug, i'm very curious <3

Oh! Omg yeah I can tell you about him!

You didn't misinterpret, YM is absolutely those two's Warpspawn, to the misfortune of everyone around him. Originally he started out as goofing with @poetikat because decent sense says Cas and Marazhai should not be parents (together) but he got too fun as his own thing so just exists now, although he's still semi-canonical until I finish my second run. (As to whether half-Aeldari exist in canon: it's very complicated, but its one of those things, to me, where personal HC is king because its 40k, rules don't matter that much if its not battle related.)

The rest under the cut because this got kind of long lol.

I’ll go backwards and talk about his parents first, and then YM.

So, to start, I always kind of see Casimira/Marazhai more as kindred spirits rather than a full corruption thing. They both are heavily shaped by growing up with high-status backgrounds within very harsh “prove yourself worthy or die” societies, and despite being proud members of their respective cultures end up exiled from their homes and stuck somewhere entirely unfamiliar to them. And as much as I find romanced!Mercenary ending a little funny (why should I pay you? Your wife has Profit Factor tf?) I do like that it establishes that they still maintain a lot of independence from each other. Like sure, Marazhai is Casimira's [romantically] and he sees her as his equal but he doesn't want to actually be her xenos pet and does want to build something for himself outside of her.

Personally, I see their relationship as being on pause while he goes off to found his mercenary group (RIP Astartia Werserian). The Kasballica being the ascendant faction of the Expanse by the endgame proper and the Corsair!Yrliet "Alaitoc war" ending half a century later certainly gives Marazhai plenty of opportunity to find work. His mercenary group is one of the best in the Expanse by the end half of the war and only then does he come back to Casimira. Of course when they are back together they're never apart for more than a few years at most, in part because one of the convenient things about him being a famous mercenary captain and her being a Rogue Trader is that they always have a plausible excuse to be around each other whenever they want. Their relationship is never public knowledge, but it's not necessarily a heavily guarded secret either. Those outside their immediate circle who do know are (usually) smart enough to keep their mouths shut about it.

“The Young Master von Valancius” (YM) is born roughly a century or so post-game, after the war with Alaitoc. He was an unexpected solution to a long-standing problem, ie, “Casimira not having an heir” and “it being difficult to find suitors willing to compete with a Drukhari.” YM is officially Cas' son only, although anyone close enough to her and/or Marazhai could put 2 and 2 together relatively easily, he's an even mix of both of them. However, as far as polite society is concerned, YM is a Genetor baby with an unstable genetic code that led to some mutations, but is otherwise, fully human. It also helps that Cas' features were more dominant when he was an infant, thus any official Public Space Christenings and the like could go off without much trouble (so long as a cap stayed on his head). For the most part, the mutant facade holds into adulthood, although when among the Aeldari he can be taken for a short Asuryani, but only at a distance, his eyes give him away (too human, too hungry looking).

As he grows up, YM does develop a love-hate relationship with being Casimira's heir, given that he is half-xenos and being set to rule over a giant population of humans. Firstly, he deals with this by holding a very idealized view of his parents, i.e., they are exceptional, therefore he is too, and as follows, anyone who doesn't see that he's special must be stupid and not worth his consideration. This inflated sense of himself and his place in the Expanse is helped along by the fact that he identifies himself as Drukhari first, and internalizes quite a bit of Marazhai’s “True Aeldari” bullshit (can YM call himself Trueborn though? debate of the century: 17k dead, 563k injured). Of course, as the child of a former Dracon and a Rogue Trader, he also sits at that unfortunate intersection between “incredibly spoiled” and “weighed down by immense expectations'' that tends to make him a very difficult person to be around to put it kindly. Marazhai is usually the easier parent to please, given that he and YM enjoy much of the same violent pastimes. Cas is the parent he tends to come into conflict with more, and much of his acting out specifically manifests as avoidance, especially towards complicated or tedious tasks he feels should be beneath him. Unfortunately for YM, his mother is very strict about him actually being a competent Rogue Trader, and thus the Most Special Heir does, in fact, have to come down off his pedestal and learn how to file his own administratum paperwork and the like.

Other YM Tidbits that I'll List for Speed

(Mostly canon for him so far/Stuff I haven't previously mentioned)

Soul quality-wise YM isn't two feet from Slaanesh's jaws the way most Aeldari are. But his soul is stained in a similar but stronger way as his mother's. He doesn't need it to live, but a general appetite for suffering is just a part of his being and something he has to deal with. Also, realspace doesn't affect him, but Warp incursions definitely do. Although the effect isn't as strong as Marazhai or Yrliet would feel, it's still enough to be a problem that keeps him from being fully "present" during frequent/consecutive Warp travel without some kind of coping mechanism (usually murder).

There are four Werserians that he's raised alongside as a child. They are all close as siblings and he is loyal to them secondary only to his loyalty to his parents. He will occasionally even take their advice before anyone else’s, which is good because they're a lot more sensible and levelheaded than he is. But also, that Werserian strong moral fiber tends to come into conflict with the fact that YM is very much a product of his parents and thus can be very reckless with other people and hard to accept fault when his pride is hurt. This may or may not get one of them killed at some point.

Despite the fact that YM considers himself to be Drukhari, Commorite culture doesn't interest him that much, mostly because he understands he would not be welcome there. However, he does hold an intense fascination for Casimira’s home planet and Ashleen culture. Iocanthos sits in his head as Human!Commorragh, and therefore is probably one of the best human worlds by his limited estimate. The fact that Iocanthos is a place he will never see, with relatives he'll never meet, and only exists in his mom’s (rose colored) stories about it also adds to the romanticism of the place with very little opportunity for it to disappoint him. Unlike the human planets and populations of the Koronus Expanse, who he encounters every day, and who largely suck (Foulstone and Kiava Gamma especially).

Inasmuch as YM does develop a lot of unearned self-importance because of who he is, he does find himself privately frustrated by the fact that he doesn't actually have many ways to prove/validate himself in the ways his parents would've had to. There eventually gets to be a period of time in his young adulthood where he is much less invested in his education as the “Rogue Trader’s Heir” and starts getting himself into dangerous trouble mostly just to see if he can. Eventually Cas does agree to let him (discreetly) travel across the Expanse and the Webway with Marazhai for a few years so he can get his taste for adventure sated. This is absolutely throwing him off the deep end so far as gaining experience goes, and Marazhai is a lot less forgiving of YM’s fuck ups, but he does survive the ordeal in mostly one piece.

#anyways thanks for asking about him this genuinely made my day #sorry i took so long to answer but as you can see there's a LOT lol would you believe this is the truncated version #YM #casimira von valancius #asks #alcassin

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More about mass effect ocs pls?

ah right, thank you for the reminder sorry im so late lol i cant remember their names or if i even thought of names for any of them, but i was super into them for a time

human spectre because of course, didnt like how things devolved into politics too much with the council, spectres werent just spies they were also sent out on help missions and were like the vigilantes of the galaxy, or so she had thought but then it was red tape and you cant do this or that because itll look bad toward potiental allies blah blah so she stole her own ship back from dock at the citidel and basically went off on her own to form a crew and try to help like she always thought they were supposed to. side note 3 characters in and i remember the basis, its after me3 and shepard has destroyed the reapers and now while the galaxy and the citadel are rebuilding opportunistic space pirates start entering the system and taking out refugee convoys and medical ships and the council instead of doing anything refuse to try to fix the problem because any acts of aggression in the newly reforming civilizaed galaxy will almost guaranteed to result in a all out war.

the asari, the tech specalist who cant do much biotics unlike most asari, was passed up as a spectre due to a hot streak and just worked for c sec or whatever they were called ill be real its been YEARS since ive really written them all dow, but when the human spectre gets thrown in the brig for telling the council off and basically going rogue in their eyes they meet because she in charge of the cells that day lol, but some big speech about justice and being able to tell your bosses to fuck off shouldnt land you in jail and she agrees and helps the spectre break out but they both kinda realize that this is like... the end of their lives on the citadel and will be wanted fugitives from here on out but its better then sitting twiddling their thumbs while the galaxy goes to shit.

the turian quarian, quarian fleet finds a turian ship adrift and are going abuot searching it and clearing it out to add it to the flotilla as a new ship (i dont know if quarians actually do this but yolo) and onboard they find a baby turian and one of the search party kinda.. adopts her, doesnt wanna give her up due to her own issues with having kids and wanting to have a family she sorta puppy dog eyes everyone into letting her keep this baby, but of course being kept in sterile enviroments all the time your immune system tends to shut down and she started needing the full suits like quarians do. she joined the crew after on the citadel (during the daring escape/steal a ship mission the spectre does) after being saved by a different quarian and then talked into joining. was getting a lot of shit about her being a turian playing dress up as a quarian but shes fully like "uh but i am a quarian see the suit i was born on the flotilla?" joins the crew as a way to help find who she really is (soul searching quest)

the other quarian, this quarian is a biotic (which i also dont know if quarians can be but yolo) and only found out when he and his like best friend are sent on their quarian life mission thing to bring back to the flotilla, but his best friend came onto him and when he rejected her she flipped and like attacked him and he was just trying to hold her back honest he didnt mean his biotics to go off like that she was his best friend of course he wasnt TRYING to kill her it was an accident! so then hes on the citadel hiding in shady bars and back alleys kinda stepping into random muggings and assaults to try to redeem himself to himself and steps into the turian quarian getting mugged and saves her and is afterward also recruited to the ship by the spectre.

THE KROGAN now this one im upset about because i cant remember his name and its so GOOD HES THE BEST him and the turian quarian are my favorites. he was doing that puberty ritual against the giant worm, you know grunts best mission, and like during three when you walk through old krogan ruins and you find out they were this smart race before destorying themselves and their world in nuclear war? yeah well this krogan found out the same thing, during his giant worm fight it caused an earthquake and he was swallowed up into the ruins of his homeworld, thought dead his teammates left him and he just sorta steeled himself and went about trying to survive and get out. took a while for his eyes to get used to the darkness and after years and years in the dark his eyes are like only used to the dark now so he wears riddick style glasses. but he also found all these old ruins and books and poems and writing and religion and after years of being down there he suddenly had found a den of those weird lizard dogs vulvas or whatever their called vespas thats it, he managed to like tame the pack using recovered knowledge from the ruins and used them to lead him back out of the darkness through their own tunnels. hes now a messiah like dude on the citadel doing preaching about non violence but uh.. isnt against using violence to achieve non violence. argue it with him and he will headbutt you until you agree not to be violent, see there he was right all along, the strongest gets to say what goes and hes stronger and he says get the fuck along. his name was a one word holy esqe word like redemption or resolution or something and IM SO MAD I CANT REMEMBER HES THE BEST ONE just picture a big krogan guy in heavy armor but also draped in like a toga with a pack of VARREN (i remembered) and also little black sunglass/goggle thing. he joined the spectre on the promise that theyre gonna make the galaxy safer and better for everyone

the salarian, female salarian which are usually guarded on the homeworld for breeding or whatever that lore was, really hated the whole idea of being kept safe or like doing medical or science work, so she sorta jumped ship and became an arms dealer, you see this huge hulking krogan sized armor walking toward you and the visor opens up and its this fucking frog thing half your size and not even half the size of a krogan, jumping around doing scrobatics is boring and tiring and really if i can just wear my huge custom made armor ill never be hit by a bullet ever!

a biotic volus who works like a merchant for the group offering quests and discounts to friends (the crew) just asks for passage occasionally, always seems nervous and kinda shady, just wants to be safe from pirates stealing his goods and wants the galaxy back in working order and these guys seem to be doing a better job making space safer for someone dealing in moving vast quantities of merchandise around.

and finally on the ship are the stoways; a batarian and a "freed" (hacked) geth, they are actually kinda up there in rank space pirates in their own regard and realized when they were in a bad spot so played along as crew members wanting to bring peace to the galaxy too while sending out info to the space pirates they know will be around and tip them off something is happening

the geth has stickers all over it and graffiti and is only like half itself, its like half locked down by the batarian chick to be a body guard thing, if it could control itself it would most likely stick with her as it does actually like her but would probably be more vocal about disagreeing with some aspects of their "jobs"

the batarian was just some girl because i went "you dont see females of these species often so ill make one of my ocs that, and she will be a cool lesbian pirate hanging out with a cool geth"

#mass effect #how was that is that enough?

[omori-sv-au]

Sorry for disappearing we went grocery

Well that's just perfect! And so with that... the Special Talent Program was funded by Mr. Jawsum! Ya gotta say, a program that (experimentally) gives superpowers to people with promising talent, that's got a lotta potential!

Strangely though, the program was shut down when suddenly scientists and partners of the program started disappearing and getting killed off... Wonder what's up with that.........

Ooops! I slipped and dropped this! :3

....Yeah Rod went rogue a little. After moving away from his parents (not to Faraway yet), he went around hunting down people associated and working with the Program. And that included the people funding the project... Mr. Jawsum. But he never got to that, since he dropped the vigilante shit after a while. He didn't use just powers as he hunted them down, to spite them, but also to be less recognizable.

Also yes, that hood is the hood SkySkip is using <3 (He found it in the attic and edited it a bit. He doesn't know about Red Devil.)

Oh and that staff was also something Rod used to use, but he gave it to Cameron! But the one Cameron uses as SkySkip is a retractable bo staff he bought!

Along with that, his parents owed Mr. Jawsum due to signing up to a program he funded. The heroes having to work for him was part of the contract, if the experiments were successful, but since they were just children at the time the parents were the one who worked for him. Rod and Cameron had cut them off so they didn't associate that, but Ricard.......

Oh Ricard... :)

He's been a little bit silly :D

So yeah, he hasn't told his brothers where he's actually been working, that his parents haven't paid off their debt, and that he's been working with possibly one of the biggest villains in Faraway... so uh. YeAH <3

Anyways, that's all I've got for now! Hope you were okay with the near incomprehensible ramble in your inbox- I'm off now! Thanks for listening Hyper :D

OOOOOOOOBHHHHHH OH MY GOD………

ROD GOING ROGUE GAH DAMN!!!!!!!! BRO WENT OFF BUT HONESTLY TBH….. I CAN SEE WHY I WOULD BE VERY UPSET IF I WAS IN HIS POSITION TOO LMAO

BUT OOOOOHOHOHO RICARD YOU SILLY GOOSE!!!!!!!! WHAT R YOU DOING!!!!!!! OH MY GOD HE HAD THE DUPLICATION POWER RIGHT??? OHHH HERO WOULD TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT SO HARD……….. HEHEHEHE THAT IS SO GOOD I LOVE IT

IM ALWAYS OK WITH STUFF LIKE THIS IN MY INBOX ITS AWESOME!!!!!!! IF U EVER COME UP WITH MORE PLS TELL ME BC I AM LOVING IT SO FAR FR

#IM DRAWING UR SILLY GUYS FR #astro if u see this very important. how tall are they #(i want to compare them to sv hero) #ANYWAYS I LOVE THEM #ALL UR CONCEPTS ARE SO GOOD OMG I CANT BELIEVE U MADE TJIS MUCH FOR MY SILLY LITTLE AU #ITS AWESOME!!!!!! #omori sv au #others ocs #others art #non character ask

[katasstrophy]

Feel free to ignore this since this is wildly specific and may not be appropriate for your blog, but who out of the Bllk guys do you see as the biggest social activist or is the most progressive??? Bc I had an entire dream of hanging out with Reo for example and dropping at some point that I didn't really believe in capitalism as a just or fair system, and my god did we get into a debate lmao

hi nonnie!! a truly great perk about fiction is that it lets you explore more loaded topics like this in a safe, controlled environment without taking it too too seriously (i mean come on we are on the anime men thirst side of tumblr dot com after all hehe) so i’ll try to answer this to the best of my knowledge and character understanding, but i’m hoping all of us here can interpret things in good faith and remember to be respectful if you don’t happen to agree with opinions expressed here. SO

with that out of the way it’s interesting that you brought up reo because it got me thinking again of this panel from chapter 207 (so spoilers if you haven’t gotten that far)

the manga makes it very clear that reo grew up with both wealth and privilege, with his upbringing eventually building up to him one day taking over the mikage corporation, which i imagine fulfils every consumeristic and capitalistic example in the books, seeing as his parents’ company is portrayed to be one of the largest and richest businesses in the blue lock universe. reo is not only very willing to give that all up, but is actually adamant about making it big in the soccer world so he can stick it to his parents lol.

obviously we have to remember that where we currently are in the manga, with blue lock tv operating on subscriptions and betting pools from prominent clubs - it all still very much feeds into capitalism. that doesn’t exactly make reo progressive, but it does make him keenly aware of how the system works. i find this kind of reflects the mentality of those who benefit from capitalism - they’re aware maybe deep down it’s not a fair system, but they do not care or won’t ever admit to it because it’s making them wealthy.

ANYWAY that’s about as political as i’m brave enough to be on here, but i think it’s interesting where that leaves reo, with him all for “taking the funding of the money-loving capitalists” to motivate nagi to get a salary of 300 million yen so they can become the best in the world while he himself is like a… rogue son (???) of money-loving capitalist parents lmao. what i do know is that i would have LOVED to hear you debate with him hehe sounds like it got intense 👀

this is more of a gut feeling, but i think chigiri would be the most likely to partake in social activism, or at least as much as his contracts and career would allow him to. and with how much these bastards would get paid for being pro soccer players they BETTER be donating some of those figures to charities or nonprofits i got my eyes on them 🤨 in that aspect, again, chigiri comes to mind but also barou, hiori and yukimiya too. circling back to reo for a little bit, because apparently i can’t shut up about him lol, i feel like if he ever got hold of his inheritance? mans would absolutely donate most of it away out of spite pls he’s so petty

#—ping! new message from (anon) #i am HIGH KEY NERVOUS to be posting this so if this is interpreted badly i will freak out #PLEASE BE NICE TO ME LOL or i'll just turn off anon okay good we cool #do i even dare tag this #fuck it we ball #blue lock

[argentumcor]

A couple bits from Phantom Liberty and the game as I take my sweet time for replay and thoughts percolate:

I can't confirm, but I'm pretty sure Reed kills Jacob and Taylor if you manage to keep them alive until he gets to the hideout. You text him hoping they've got their reward, he says "they're taken care of" and we all know what that means. Slider tells you how Reed operates outright, and the Cassells unceremoniously (and pointlessly, they know not a damn thing) get zeroed. I think it was on his own initiative with J and T; Myers is not a good person, but she's far more...sympathetic to the value of random human life...when she has nothing to gain by disregarding it. And she has a certain sense of indebtedness and a vague fondness for the common gonk.

Reed, on the other hand, couldn't care less about people who are not his, and the mission comes before even them. He is very like Takemura, and both men are like who Johnny thought he wanted to be and was- less competently- at the end of his life.

I really like Alex as a character. She has done terrible things and she has deep regrets about them, but she's also learned to live with it. How much of this life she chose isn't clear and in a way her situation isn't different than Songbird's, as she was tricked or talked into working for the FIA after pursuing her passion. Her resilience is different than Songbird's, her determination and bitterness have different flavors, but there's a lot the same there. She wants hers after everything she has been through and she will do what she needs to get it. She has Reed figured out and while she is fond of him, I think she knows the limits of where she can trust him. It has not been an easy way to go through life.

I said earlier that Johnny must have been losing his shit when Songbird shut him up, but what's interesting is he's pretty chill about it when he shows back up, considering. Why? As he says he "Went to the same rave she did." He pities her. He knows better than anyone except Songbird herself just how not okay she is. Yet again, justifying delaying me starting PL until later in the game where Johnny goes from "asshole" to "good man with asshole tendencies". Early game Johnny would have sympathy for her but he's so selfish that his temper would have beat it out, but late game Johnny is, as Rogue comments, "a selfless Johnny Silverhand." She's not being trite, that's who he is now. Johnny's is a redemption arc.

V and Johnny have conferences about the PL situation and I love it. He's got the right sense of things and I think V would agree with him and not dig into him, especially after the Farewell Tour. I'm glad there's derogatory options if you were playing this earlier, though.

Man does he murder his basketball metaphor when you go to meet Reed, though. I think it's not understood how goofy Johnny is. V gets it though and is one of the few people in his entire life who is willing to play along ("is this a plug for the word corpo or do you have a point?") because V tells dumb jokes all the time, too. Most of his life, everyone took even being fun seriously and his anger, ego, and drug-induced mental illness (game might as well be a DARE ad, it runs down drug use so hard) strangled that part of him. But so much of that is irrelevant here in this strange second chance and the only person he can interact with is this goofy merc. I think Johnny would be happy to do shenanigans with V forever if he could by the third act.

I've been running Rogue's gigs alongside the PL stuff and they're...intermittently interesting. I feel some were meant to be fleshed out more mechanically and story-wise but weren't. The one where you get Nance's son's stuff back has a nice moment where Johnny says he remembers the recorded gig and that he had strained his vocal cords so bad he couldn't speak for a week. V: "Must have been nice to hear." Johnny: "What, the gig?" V: "You not speaking for a week." He just glares. It's great banter.

The "kid" stuff from him tones down in late game and in PL especially. I think Johnny starts to see V as his equal more.

#cyberpunk 2077

[roguerogerss]

sebastian stan + suits

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #marvel #oh my god isnt he just perfect #im so in love #wow #shut up pls rogue

[scrawlingskribbles]

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#ya ever just *breathes* feel like a Bad FriendTM lmfao #pls rainy day I rly Don't want these anxieties & bad vibes I'm Begging #I already have a rogue wasp that I'm terrified Mailey is gonna get ahold of I don't need More stress #shut up McKinley

[writingsofwesteros]

Can you do something with daemon/alicent with daemon as aemond and daeron’s father? HEA pls 🙏🏼

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

“You should not be here.” Alicent’s soft, tired voice came into the royal nursery where her new babe slept. Those thick locks of hers cascaded down her back as the silk, light green nightgown covered her curves perfectly. She wrapped her arms around her middle as the Queen only became more self conscious as she stood there.

The rogue Prince himself slowly turned around. The youngest babe of Alicent’s sleeping soundly in his muscled arms. “I can not come and see my son?” Daemon hummed; a smirk tugging on his lips as he locked eyes with the Queen herself. A flash of panic came over those big, doe eyes of hers as her head snapped towards the locked door.

“You cannot say such things.” Alicent whispered out; scolding him as she clutched onto her hands in a nervous manner. Daemon only raised an eyebrow; amusement dancing in his eyes as he stepped closer to Alicent. The Queen could only stand still; picking at her nails once more before he reached and gently took her hand.

“Hmm, we can say and do whatever we want.” Daemon whispered and all the Queen could do was shake her head. “You know that is untrue.” Alicent whispered out as her eyes moved towards the sleeping babe of hers once more. A sweet, calming moment of silence came over the pair as they both stared down at Daeron. 

“Are you well?” Daemon softly asked; looking up at her from under his lashes. It was the first time such a question had been directed to Alicent and it showed. She softly gulped and found the courage to lock eyes with him once more. “Yes..” She whispered the answer most would want to hear from her but she should know better.

Daemon was not most men. He only raised an eyebrow before turning his back. Gracefully, he placed the babe down. Alicent only watched on as she resumed playing with her fingers and tugging them to feel the slight pain. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop this?” He whispered into Alicent’s ear. Her mind had fallen away long enough for him to appear beside her.

“Hmm, once more?” Alicent softly replied; looking up at him from under her lashes. Daemon’s soft smile tugged on his lips with ease. His hand gently cupped her face once more as he leaned in; their noses brushing against each other. His fingers brushed into those thick locks of hers as he cupped the back of her neck.

Alicent’s delicate hand moved towards his chest as she felt her heart pounding in her ears. Gods, this was so wrong; it had been wrong for a while now, she thought to herself with a soft gulp. She slowly stroked him as a way of calming herself. It seemed to work for him as well as he gently took her hand once more.

“You did so well.” Daemon whispered the words she had longed to hear but that had never come her way. “You always do.” The rogue Prince continued his sweet praises that had Alicent practically melting for him. Alicent could only duck her head as his words washed over her. Those thick locks of hers hiding her face.

He gently cupped her face; softly stroking her cheek for a moment before making Alicent lock eyes with him. “I hope to stay longer.” Daemon finally continued before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. His words alone had Alicent’s body humming. She hoped he could be true to his word even as she worried for the consequences. 

They would have to be more careful, Alicent thought to herself. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought of Larys. She would need to keep her wits about her now, Alicent thought to herself as Daemon leaned in. Their noses brushed together once more before he softly captured her sweet tasting lips. The act soon became more passionate.

 Alicent lost herself in the moment as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His larger hand slowly moved up and down her sides and kept her impossibly close. Her hand rested on his chest once more as her eyes fluttered shut. In that moment; nothing else mattered, she thought to herself with a soft moan escaping her.

“Good girl, always so good.” Daemon whispers sweet nothings in her ear before pressing soft, open mouthed kisses down her neck. Her skin was so soft and he was beyond tempted to bite down. The marks he dreamed of placing on her could be nowhere in sight. The thought only brought annoyance to him.

Alicent gently reached for his hand now as she slowly leaned away. Her face was prettily blushing as those big eyes of hers locked onto him for a moment. “You should go.” Alicent whispered out the words she hated as Daemon only hummed. She was probably right, he thought to himself whilst playing with her fingers.

He brought her hand up to his soft lips and pressed a kiss. It had Alicent blushing once more like the girl she once was. A smirk tugged on his lips at her reaction and he couldn’t help but hum. Gently, she pushed at his chest as his chuckles sounded out whilst she gracefully stepped a couple of paces from him. 

“I hope to see you this evening.” Daemon whispered out with a soft bow of his head. Alicent could only duck her head with a soft gulp escaping her. “Of course.”

~

“Are you going to be on your best behaviour?” Daemon hummed as he softly brushed the bright hair in front of him. “Always am.” Aemond babbled out; hands resting on his lap. Thankfully, Helaena’s upset had brought all the help to her chambers and he had been allowed some time with his son. Not that anyone knew of this.

Daemon could only ruffle the top of his son’s head. “I am sure of it.” He whispered, knowing from the stories he had heard that his son was well behaved. “Shall we meet your mother now?” Daemon whispered; pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head before gently helping the young Prince off the bed and onto the floor.

Aemond only nodded his head; his hand reaching for Daemon’s without care as the rogue Prince moved towards the room. “I am sure there will be cake for you.” He hummed and the little sweet boy couldn’t help but giggle. His mother never allowed him to have too much cake, but it seems his uncle would treat him at the feast.

Daemon fought against the soft smile threatening to come across his face as the both of them wandered down the corridor. If you were to look a bit closer; they were the picture of father and son but that could not be possible. Alicent’s religious beliefs gave them such a cover as he noticed those familiar curls of hers in the distance.

“Mama!” Aemond called without much thought as his hand left Daemon’s. His little feet helped him run down the corridor as the lady whose name Daemon did not know or care stepped from the Queen. “You have to slow down.” Alicent cooed as she sweeped Aemond from his feet and placed him gently onto her hip.

“Hmm, who got you so well dressed?” Alicent whispered, stroking his hair for a moment before cuddling him close. For some reason, she could bond so much better with Aemond and Daeron. “Dae did.” Aemond babbled some more as he pointed towards the rogue Prince that the Queen had completely missed his presence.

Daemon’s smile tugged on his lips slightly as he bowed his head. “Can I take you to the feast, my Queen?” He gently asked and Alicent could only nod as the Rogue Prince linked arms. Aemond hummed happily between them as Daemon subtly stroked the Queen’s back. His touch alone only bringing comfort to her and calmed the nerves that had built.

#alicent hightower x daemon targaryen #request

[infinityactual]

Lasky for the halo ask thing :)

i lost the original ask list bc i deleted the whole folder like an idiot and didnt realize it for like a week

so uhh lasky. i love him. u know this already but like

hes just

i really really RE ALL Y wanna see his whole thing explored. not THAT thing the innie sympathies thing. cos they made a point of showing that in fud and in halo 4 he stands up for john and also basically disobeys del rio's orders to help john and in spops he like...he hates halsey but still doesnt wanna straight up murder a bitch even uf she is an arrogant war criminal child abuse enabler.

i want to see all that goodness get in the way of the UNSC-ness. i wanna see him reach the point where he just cant anymore. i wanna see the unsc and oni just juice the goodness roght outta him so he cant justify shit anymore and like goes rogue ornsome shit. bonus points if he takes the entire infinity with him.

lkle i have ALWAYSM WONDERSD why parangosky (shut up) wanred him as captain.

yah, she wanted lasky as captain from the get go, but iirc (and i probably dont, ive had half a pint and om watchin dylans kitchen) the unsc said 'no' so they decided on mr Of The River instead (my Spanish is probably off rhere) sp like

did she thibk hed be a puppet? easy to control? a loyal doggo? i have thought abt this SO MUCH, WHY DID GRAMMA HUMAN RIGHTS VIOLATIONS WANT LASKY AS CAPTN??

at some point hes just gotta reach his limit, man. and i do t think hehhas it inbhim to be evil, hes got too much if morals for thst. I COULD JUSTIFY SHOOTING HALSEY and im a fuckin coward when it comes to violence. he actively protects her from a KNIGHT?! better man tban i am

343 pls let my boi go ape shit, let him bite the hand that feeds, let him walk softly and carry a 3 mile long cudgel that he stole from a corrupt institution cos they were dimb enough to let hia fat ass be in charge ofnit

#asks #chakas frend tag #thomas lasky #pardon the spelling errors

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Parry This!

Part 8 of Memories of You

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Summary:  After a minor incident testing Guardian equipment, Link and Y/n get a day off to spend some time together.

AN: Writing fluff is so freaking hard T_T. Someone pls help me I went through so many drafts before I could figure out how to write this. Anywaysss, enjoy this happy moment cuz shit’s gong down 

Link stood beside Zelda watching over Guardian testing. There had been an issue with the malice creeping through the earth and infecting things, like the monster that had taken over Vah Medoh. A recent incident had involved a creature gaining infected Guardian materials and using them against a nearby village. Link had been there with the Y/n, Robbie, and Impa. They had just barely taken down the creature. Link had lost his shield when it’s strength enhanced the strength of the Guardian weapons. If Y/n hadn’t pulled him away he would have had quite the injury. Robbie stood over the smoldering metal of the shield- cut clean in half- as thoughts began to form. That was over a month ago and Y/n had been helping every day with tests to create armour and weapons that could hold out against the strength of the Guardian technology.

Out in the field, the Sheikah Champion was attaching a shield strap to their arm. Robbie felt that the testing was enough to be used by a real person and apparently, much to Link’s dismay, that person was his partner. It was one thing to have them testing out the weaponry against the Guardians but, to take a full Guardian blast head on? He wasn’t sure he could hide the anxiety it brought on. He had volunteered but Impa had said he needed to be in his best condition at all times to protect the princess. Yeah… that didn’t soothe his worries at all. 

Link and Zelda stood beside each other with bated breaths as the Guardian lit up.  Y/n readied the blue shield on their arm, shifting their stance in hopes of absorbing the blow. It was something Link taught them when he had heard they would be testing this shield. Despite being far enough away that they wouldn’t be at risk from rogue blasts, Link felt tense. He knew it was from seeing someone he loved deliberately put themselves in danger. He couldn’t lose Y/n.

Shwoom!

The sound of the Guardian firing sounded worlds away. Link watched in slow motion as the blast sliced through the air and, with a blast of light, hit the shield. It was in a matter of seconds the way the blast shot upwards, piercing the clouds. 

It worked.

Link heard the cheers of the scientists around as the air settled from the blast. He glanced at Zelda and she gave him a soft smile, permission to go check on Y/n. He shot down the hill to look for the Sheikah Champion, his nerves buzzing when they weren’t where they had started the experiment. There were deep tracks in the ground from where they had stood and, a few feet away from that, a groaning Sheikah. Link hit the ground beside them, carefully running his hands over them to check for injuries. Aside from a scrape on their cheek, they were uninjured. 

Y/n shook their head to clear the ringing noise, one hand reaching out to hold Link’s arm. “Did I pass the test?”

“That was A-MAZE-ING!” Robbie and Purah had come over to where the duo sat, grins on their faces as they cheered. “Shooting the beam into the sky wasn’t quite the plan but, it does save us from having to move a destroyed Guardian soo… great job!”

Link barely concealed his eye roll. Y/n getting thrown back by a Guardian blast was a good time then? Said Sheikah grinned. “Sounds like your shield is perfect for use then! I’d love to see it being used properly!”

“Aw Yeah! If you were used to using a shield that would have been a perfect parry!”

Y/n laughed at Robbie. Even Link snorted at the eccentric scientist. Y/n nudged the blond, squeezing his hand. “Guess I better start training to take hits then, right?”

“No.” 

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“Another regular day of crazy  experiments, huh?” The duo had arrived at their home soon after cleaning up from the Guardian testing. Link had tugged them to the table to treat the scrape on their cheek. No matter how much Y/n protested or claimed to be a tough Sheikah warrior, they still pouted when he sprayed the disinfectant against the wound. 

“Be nice.” Y/n scolded. “Robbie thinks he may be able to tweak it to absorb the force of the hit.”

“I’d love to be there to see that.” 

“Yeah right.” Y/n snorted, poking his side. He looked away with a blush as the other champion continued their teasing. “You only wanna be there to be all protective.”

Having enough with their poking, Link grabbed Y/n by the wrist, placing his other hand on their injured cheek. “I just don’t like seeing you hurt.”

Now it was Y/n’s turn to be embarrassed. They let out a squeak, their head snapping to the side to hide in his hand. Link chuckled, swearing he could feel the heat off their face against the palm of his hand. They pressed a shy kiss to his palm, mumbling that they felt the same. The duo met eyes, sharing warm smiles that spoke their love for each other.

Sliding his palm against theirs, Link guided his partner further into the house. Y/m followed along, their hand squeezing his lightly. Link guided them to the stairs, giving them a kiss on the forehead as he shooed them up to their room for a bath. He stayed downstairs to tidy up the first aid supplies before heading up to change for the night. Soon enough, Y/n came out dressed for bed. They quickly made their way to the bed and crawled up against Link. He smiled, wrapping his arms around their form. They whispered about their plans for the next day, Link pouting when Y/n still planned to help with testing Guardian equipment. They had giggled and pinched his cheeks. Eventually they quieted down, curling further into Link’s chest. He glanced down to find them sleeping and he pressed a soft kiss to their head.

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It was early morning when Link woke up at home. He wouldn’t wake up this early had it not been for Y/n shuffling next to him. With a groan, Link tightened his hold in his partner, pulling them in closer to his body. They were warm. Y/n leaned further into him, their soft laughter tickling his neck. “I need to get up soon.”

He ignored their statement, pressing his face further into their hair. He mumbled a soft no, his hand coming up to pinch their side when they pulled away again. Y/n laughed again, their own hands coming up to grab onto his. “I really do have to go.”

“Or… we could stay in bed all day?” He reinforced the idea by burying his face into their neck as he curled around them.

Y/n giggled as his breath hit their neck. “Hmmm, I could be convinced?” 

Y/n held onto his arms as they listened to his breath soften. Just when they thought he would fall asleep again, he pressed a kiss to their cheek. “Listen.”

The duo went quiet. And then Y/n heard it. The soft pitter patter of rain. They sat up to glance out the window. It wasn’t just a soft sprinkle. It was a full downpour of rain. Guess they really weren’t going to the castle today. Link seemed to agree because he pulled them back down under the covers. “Soo, about testing Guardian equipment?”

Y/n spun in his arms sending him a look for the smug words. They pinched his side and he snorted, jerking away. He fought off their hands, pinching back occasionally as they dissolved into giggles. Finally finding an opening, Link shot forward and pulled them against his chest. He held tightly until they gave up on trying to fight back. Once he let go, he couldn’t help the chuckles that slipped through. Y/n was pouting at being restrained. “You’re adorable.”

“Shut up.”

“I love you.”

“Mm, love you too.” He held them closer.

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