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A Lesson In Anatomy | 4.5K

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Contains smut and feelings. Read at your own risk.

*This story belongs in the No Shelter universe, but it can be read as a one shot. I wanted to make sure this was linked on this blog before I continue the next chapter of the series. Consider this the prequel.

Hawkins, Summer of 1986 - No UD

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Eddie’s been weird lately. He’s been quiet and almost shy around you, and you’ve spent the last few nights turning over possible reasons for this. In your dark room with only the sound of your fan to accompany the thought spiral your brain pushes you through, you close your eyes and picture your good friend Eddie. His easy smile, his flirtations. He’s become everything to you in the last few months, and it’s putting you on edge to see him pull away from you.

The last time you remember having an easy time with Eddie was two weeks ago, at the lake. The younger kids were spending the hot summer day at the arcade and movie theater, it wasn’t missed on you the way they all had been awkward about stripping down to their bathing suits this summer. No amount of reassurance would change that, only time and maturity. It gave you, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, Steve, Jon, and Argyle a chance to drink and smoke without worrying about being a bad influence.

And flirt. So much of that. Especially with Eddie. He’s gone from acquaintance, to friend, to best friend in the matter of months.

The truth about how you feel about him is between you and yourself. You treat everyone the same, but you have to watch yourself. You have to keep your eyes on him no longer than the others. You have to make sure you take your fingers from his arm after pushing him away, not let the back of your fingers trail down his soft skin to try to pull out the gooseflesh. If you offer him the flame of your lighter, you have to hold it out to everyone. You won’t survive it if you show him your secret desire and he rejects it. It’s better to share your affections openly with everyone if it means he gets the smallest taste of how much he means to you.

So, what happened that day while you all splashed around in the cool lake water? You rewind and playback any scenes you can remember. It was perfect, the hot sun beating down on sweaty bodies, the smell of baby oil in the air. The night before lake day you had been on a date with Dale. You were particularly fresh with everyone. Really turned on the charm.

The night before you and Dale tangled up in each other’s limbs. Dale had pumped in and out of you, his stamina had been impressive. He whispered things in your ear about how good you felt, how wet and warm you felt around him. He’d found the sweet spot on your neck. It was nice. A pleasant experience, especially for the first time with a new lover. Sometimes those experiences were unpleasant, but Dale had even put his mouth on you. He took his time with his tongue spreading your lips and lapping at you. He had drunk you in. It was nice.

“How was your date with Dale last night? Did he hit a home run?” Robin’s whispers were anything but quiet, and her question caught the attention of the boys while they dug around in the cooler next to the two of you.

“Jesus, Robin.” You scold her, but it’s no use. The damage is done, and everyone stands stock-still to hear your answer. These topics are not off the table with all of you, but it’s always hard to talk about when you feel the heat of chestnut eyes watching. “Ok, yeah. We had some fun last night. It was nice.”

“Nice, huh?” Argyle’s smile is skeptical, and he’s too loose right now. The weed he brought with him has made his tongue looser than normal, and it was already untethered. “No fireworks? You guys have been hot and heavy for a while. What happened?”

You consider lying and saying, “oh it was amazing. The heavens opened above my head. I was so close I could feel the pearly gates run across my fingers.” But no. They’d see through it.

“It was nice. I enjoyed it. But no, no fireworks. Maybe with a little bit of, uh – instruction?” You stop talking, fearing you might say something that would be embarrassing for Dale if he knew you were talking about this.

“Oh, no. Does he not know how to eat the peach?” Argyle gasps out the question, and everyone snickers. “You gotta tell him. That’s not right. Did you fake it?”

This is when you realize that not everyone is giggling. Eddie’s face and chest are as red as a tomato. It’s not the first time you’ve talked about your sexual conquests in front of him, but the thought of making anyone in the group uncomfortable pains you. So you pivot. Eddie’s embarrassed and you feel bad about kissing and telling.

“Arg, be a good boy and roll us a joint, hm?” You bat your eyelashes at him and give him your sweetest tone. No harm done, but time to change the subject.

The rest of the day at the lake went by with laughter. No worries for any of you while you ate fruit salad and turkey sandwiches and drank your beers. It was one of those magical days that is both endless and gone in the blink of an eye. A moment captured in your mind’s photo album.

Your eyes pop open. It was that conversation. You know it now. You remember the way Eddie had flushed, and ever since then he’s been off. The two of you talk about everything, you can’t imagine he’s suddenly shy about sex. He loves telling you about his sex-capades. You’ve seen him naked on several occasions, he has no shame.

Well, maybe he does. Maybe you brushed against a sensitive spot without even realizing it exists.

You call Eddie as soon as the clock hits noon. It’s Sunday, he’s not working today. Neither are you. Normally, that would mean the two of you would have some kind of plans, but for some reason you don’t this weekend. That won’t do. You let his phone ring seven times before you hang your back on the receiver.

You look at it for a minute, willing it to ring back with Eddie’s voice being on the other end, but it doesn’t. So, you dial the numbers again. On the fourth ring, you hear a click that tells you your call is being answered this time.

“Hello.” Eddie’s voice is rattling, and you hear him clear his throat while he waits for a response.

“Ed, hey!” You cringe at the sound of your voice, loud and chipper. It’s too much, he just woke up and he’s cranky. He’s always cranky before he gets some kind of caffeine in his system.

“Hey.” His voice is a little clearer. His stilted response is a shot through your gut.

“Hey, I was wondering if I could come over. I miss you, and I want some Ed time.” Your words are true, and your meaning is clear.

“That’s sweet,” Eddie clears his throat again, a stalling measure. You think he’s going to say no, and you feel panic start to set in when he lets out a heavy breath. “Uh, yeah, come over. We can hang. I miss you too.”

You make your way to his place slowly. You stop at the gas station on the way to fill up despite having half a tank already and make sure to grab Eddie’s favorite candy – Twizzlers – before hopping back into the driver’s seat. It’s a sweaty day, and your car doesn’t have air conditioning. The open windows do little more than move the sweat crawl across your skin. It’s an unsettling feeling that only stirs up the anxiety you feel in the pit of your stomach more. You feel like you’re walking into the line of fire, and you don’t know why.

Eddie’s sitting on the worn sofa outside of his trailer when you pull your car up to his place. He’s in sweats, and he looks like he’s just woken up even though hours have passed since your phone call earlier. The cigarette he’s holding between his fingers is burned to the filter, yet he still takes one last drag before dropping it into the bucket next to the arm of the couch.

“Hey, Sugar.” Eddie’s greeting falls short. His smile is small and doesn’t reach the corner of his eyes. You can see lines running down his puffy face. He must have gone back to bed after talking to you. You brace yourself for grouchy Eddie.

“Eddie,” you’re bringing enough energy for the both of you as you bound up the stairs to reach him, “I brought your favorite. Come on.” You don’t wait for an answer, you grab his hand to bring him inside the trailer. It’s too hot to sit outside, and he has a window unit in his bedroom that will keep you cool enough for the time being.

You pretend to not notice that his feet are dragging while you pull. It’s occurred to you just now that he’s pouting about something. He’s mad at you or annoyed at least. That won’t do either. He needs to quit being a child and talk to you.

“Sit.” You point to the edge of his bed. You catch a small eye roll before he flops himself down. He put his elbows on his knees and rested his chin in his hands. He really does look like a little kid being put into time out.

You pull over the chair he has sitting in the corner and face it towards him before taking your own seat. Eye to eye, you look at him and try not to be distracted by the way his eyes pull at you. They always do. You push it back and remember that he’s your friend, and you’re here because – why? Because something has upset him, and it’s something you did or said. You match his posture and put your own head into your hands and keep your eyes on his even when he looks down to the side.

“Eddie, my sweet Eddie. I love you a lot, but I’m not giving you a single Twizzler until you tell me why you’re mad at me.” You’re keeping it light, but you feel like a knife is cutting you deep.

“I’m not mad at you, Sugar. I’ve just been in my own head is all. It happens, I’m sorry.” Eddie’s still not looking back at your face. His fingers have started drumming across his cheek and his left leg has started to bounce. His eyes are still fixed to a spot on the carpet at your feet when one of his hands darts out to grab a strand of licorice from the bag in your hands, but you’re too quick and scoot your chair back a couple of inches.

“Ok, you’re not mad. Cool. Then why can’t you even look at me right now, huh?” Eddie’s eyes finally connect with yours as an act of defiance, but you accept it as a win. “Is it because I was talking about Dale? That’s –“

“Sugar, I don’t want to talk about it. You can keep the Twizzlers.” Eddie’s spitting venom in your direction, and you’re even more confused.

“Great, I’ll keep the Twizzlers. Jesus Christ, Ed. You’re acting like a child, what did I do, huh? Other than say I had a nice time with Dale. And I did, it’s not his fault he doesn’t know what the clit is!” You’re ranting at Eddie, spitting your own words at him hoping they cut enough to reopen the wound that he’s trying so hard to hide from you. His face drains of color while you tear at him.

“It’s not about Dale, Sugar. It’s not about you either.” His eyes are softer as he scans your face. His own anger seems to have faded away when you met it with your own. “Not really, anyway. It’s embarrassing.”

You think now about how he’s been acting, and yes, that feels true. He’s holding onto some private humiliation, and whatever you said under that hot summer sun seems to have wounded him.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed with me, Ed. I love you, you’re like my best friend.” There are tears in your voice, and you’re biting them back. “Not like, you are my best friend these days. Don’t you know that?”

You can see the gears turning with the beat of his bouncing leg. He looks like he’s ready to explode, and you worry for a moment. If his humiliation is deep enough, he’ll lash out at you, and you may never be able to make amends with him. You’re like two fires spitting sparks at each other, and you’re afraid something important might burn.

Eddie’s demeanor is guarded, but he speaks after a moment. He’s trusting you with this secret that’s been gnawing at him, “Sugar, I know you like to chat with our friends, but this is strictly between me and you.” You take his hand in yours and give him a nod of understanding, urging him to continue. “When you and Argyle were talking about Dale, it made me think about something that’s been buggin’ me.”

You keep your features lax. You don’t want to express the confusion you’re feeling. You want him to keep going. So, you squeeze his hand a little tighter letting your flesh dig into the metal cross he wears on his middle finger.

“I, uh, I think I’m doin’ it wrong.” Eddie’s mouth moves, but his eyes stay focused on yours. He’s watching for any acknowledgement of what he’s saying. You give none, so he continues. “When I’m,” he breathes through his nose in frustration, “when I’m ‘eating the peach’, girls never seem to like it as much as I thought they would. Or sometimes I think they’re pretending.”

“Oh.” You can’t hide the surprise in your voice because this is not what you expected. Eddie Munson doesn’t give good head? That seems so unlikely you can’t help but huff out a laugh. “No, I’m sorry. Ed, I’m not laughing at you. You’re telling me that the girls you’re with don’t like it when you eat them out?”

“I don’t know. They never complain. Never. I just know something is off. I can tell. I could spend an hour down there, and I’m not getting the results, Sugar. Can you help me?” Eddie accentuates his plea by grabbing both of your hands and holding them tightly in his own. You can feel his calloused fingertips and can’t help but imagine what they must feel like against your most sensitive places. “Help me Sugar-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope.”

His joke works, and the tension is broken. You tear your hands from him and grab the bag of Twizzlers off your lap and toss them in his face before hopping on the bed next to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, you’ve missed this easy intimacy, and the dam is broken now. You can talk to him. No more secrets.

“Yes, Ed. I can help you. But you’re going to have to explain to me what your process is if you want my help. Or, uh” you stop yourself before you say anything that can be misinterpreted exits your giant mouth. “you know what, let’s just start with you telling me and we’ll go from there.”

You can’t see the way that Eddie’s eyebrows raise up under his fringe, because your cheek is resting against his arm, but you don’t miss the way something moves under his gray sweatpants. Your own eyes bulge, and you think you must have imagined it.

Eddie’s nerves are gone, and he dives in. He goes into great detail about how he uses his tongue. How he likes to lay it flat against their slit and drag it across their soft hole. How he runs a finger along that path. How it feels when he pushes his tongue inside someone. What it tastes like. You’re so thankful he can’t see your face, but you’re afraid he can feel the skin of your cheek burn through his shirt. You’re afraid he’ll catch a whiff of the arousal that’s pooling between your legs. You try to focus on his words, on his descriptions. It sounds wonderful, the thought of him tasting you the way he’s describing. It takes great effort to remember that you’re supposed to be helping him. And then you realize.

“Eddie, what about their clit?” You interrupt his diatribe about how soft the inner lips feel against his tongue, unlike anything he’s ever had in his mouth before, “it’s nice to feel a tongue like that, don’t get me wrong, but don’t you ever play with their clit?”

Eddie stops talking completely, so you peel your face off his shoulder to look at him. He looks confused and annoyed. Oh no.

“Sugar, can you elaborate for me?” Eddie’s voice is level but edged with something. The embarrassment is back, and you can see him fighting against it. He trusts you to not make fun.

“Oh, Ed. I’m sorry. Do you want me to explain what a clitoris is?” You ask the question with nonchalance in your voice. He doesn’t know it, but just mentioning the small sex organ has yours throbbing in answer. It’s saying, yes, tell him. Tell him how you want him to touch and suck. Tell him how to take me between his pretty red lips.

“Yes, please. I feel really stupid, but I don’t know what that is. Christ, I’ve been with loads of women, and no one has fucking mentioned-“ You put your hand over his mouth before he can continue. You don’t want to hear about loads of other women right now.

“Eddie, think about your own,” you motion down to the crotch of his pants, “business.” He giggles at you, low and sweet. “Shut up. Think about your dick, ok? You know when a girl’s giving you head, and she sucks real nice at the tip?”

Eddie gulps, you imagine he’s thinking about Cindy Manes’ cherry-colored lips wrapped around the head of his hard cock. Spit gathering at the corners of her perfect mouth. He nods and you continue.

“Women have a little spot above the vagina. It’s up close to wear the seam of our slit begins. It’s like a kind of hard nub.” You let yourself get lost in the technical stuff, it makes it easier to push on and forget that your legs are sticky from how turned on this entire situation has you. “It’s like the head of your dick, only more sensitive. Most women can’t have an orgasm unless you stimulate it. It will get bigger when we get aroused, kind of like when you get hard only it’s a lot smaller than what you’ve got.”

Like the cat that’s got the cream, you see Eddie smirking, “Yeah, what I’ve got is a lot bigger.” He spreads his hands a foot apart and his eyes go as wide as his shit eating grin.

The tension in the air evaporates, and you grab his midsection to tickle him. You want to make him pay for being crass. You want to make him pay for making you laugh at such a childish joke. It’s hands grappling for a moment before you find yourself underneath Eddie with his hair covering both of your faces like a curtain. His nose is almost touching yours, and for a moment you’re breathing each other’s air. You can feel his erection dig into your thigh, and you know now that he feels it too. That this conversation isn’t just embarrassing because he didn’t know, but because it’s with you. Someone he wants.

You lift your head off his mattress and meet his lips with yours. You wait to see. Let him decide if he wants to open his mouth and let you inside. A beat passes, and his lips part as his knee makes its way between your legs giving him leverage. A hand is behind your head. As your lips dance and tongues meet, your head drops back into the mattress. You’re holding onto each other and trying to keep yourself in this spot without floating off. This is what you’ve wanted for so long, and there’s no going back.

“Eddie, hey,” you manage to pull your lips away from him despite his own desperately chasing after them. Instead, he busies his with that spot on your neck just behind your ear while you talk, “Eddie. Do you want me to show you what I was talking about?”

Eddie’s hum sends a vibration against your skin, his teeth begin to skate against your skin. He answers around your flesh and his words shoot straight through you and down into the place that’s been aching for him, “Yes, Sweetheart. I wanna make you see stars.”

The following kisses are hungry, messy. Spit pools under your tongue while his knee presses into your center. Your fingers thread through his hair, and you pull to release the need that’s thrumming inside you. His whimper is music to your ears. You think this is a dream, and you do not care. Let it be. For now, you have him, even if it’s only in your imagination. He’s yours to taste, to smell, to touch, to hear. And you belong to him.

“Please, Eddie. Please.” You pull his hair harder, pulling him away from your face so you can see him. His mouth is open, his eyes are wide. His groan is deep in his chest, and he is looking into you. Just for a moment, he’s seeing you. He’s not just touching someone, kissing someone, he’s with you.

“I’m yours. Anything, my love. Everything I have. Show me.” He tells you while he gently removes your hand from his hair so he can make his journey south. It’s slow, and he kisses your clothed body every few inches during his descent until he reaches the waist of your jeans. He rests his head against your hip while his fingers work at your button fly. Each pop sends a jolt of anticipatory pleasure through you. You’re already writhing under his attention. He’s shushing you while he gently pulls your jeans down to your ankles and over your feet.

“You smell so sweet. I should have known, Sugar. This is better than I ever could have thought.” Eddie’s running his finger down your slit, over the cotton of your purple underwear. When you put them on this morning, you would not have admitted that you chose them for Eddie. They’re high cut with lace along the edges. Prettier than an everyday pair.

“You’re teasin’ me, Ed.” You manage to breathe the words out while your hips rock up to meet his finger. Your body is begging for more than what he’s giving you.

“Not teasin’. These are pretty,” Eddie hooks a finger under the waistband of your underwear, brushing against the soft hair underneath. He pulls them down so he can see you fully and lets out a breath of relief. “But not as pretty as this is.”

Eddie kisses your mound sweetly while a finger begins to dance between the lips of your pussy. He’s dipping into you gently, gathering the wetness there, before he adds more pressure. He’s mapping you, exploring with quiet patience. He’s listening, he’s tasting, he’s feeling. And then, while his mouth searches around the edges of your hips, his finger brushes against that spot. The one he’s only just learned about.

“There.” It’s a whisper, a prayer, spoken into the air around you. You only know he hears you when his mouth travels across your skin to meet the tip of his finger. He feels it now, he rubs at it, gently. He wants to memorize how it feels, he needs to know how to find it again. And then, his mouth is on your button. The tip of his tongue dances around.

You know there are words and sounds coming out of your mouth, and Eddie hears them all. While his mouth works, he doesn’t just listen to you, he hears you. Each sound, each word is an instruction. It’s a game of hotter and colder. He wants you to burn, to catch fire. So he hears you and moves accordingly.

You vaguely know that there are fingers inside of you, and you think you’ll have to teach him how to use them next time. Next time. You two have time. For now, you let yourself get lost in his mouth. You let him consume you. He knows what he’s doing now because you’ve taught him. He knows the secret that so many men never learn. Eddie is the best student when it comes to pleasure. When it comes to learning you.

Your orgasm builds quickly, your face is turned and buried in his pillow. You smell him on it while your hips rock up and meet his perfect mouth. Waves of pleasure that come faster and faster. His lips are holding tight to your nub. He’s never letting it go now that he knows what it can do. His fingers move with the rhythm of your hips, until it happens.

The sounds that leave your mouth are choked sobs. Your cunt is fluttering around his digits, and his mouth works you through each intense flash of pleasure. The stars behind your eyelids dance along with your body. You sit in your peak and groan like an animal until your body finally drops back into the mattress. Eddie’s mouth reluctantly pulls away from you when you firmly push his forehead away from you.

Eddie’s head rests against the bare flesh of your center. You can feel his hot breath fan across your wet pubic hair while you let the aftershocks slowly wane. You’re needy when you reach down and pull him up by the collar of his shirt. You need his face, you need his skin. You need his arms. He smells of you. His arms pull a blanket around your bare body. The cool air of the window unit has made your skin break out in gooseflesh. Eddie’s fingers run gently across your features, watching the way your open mouth still takes short and shallow breaths while you return to yourself.

He stays like that for a few moments. The uncomfortable cold and wet feeling in his pants becomes too much, and he gently shushes you when you reach out for him when he loosens his embrace.

“Just give me a minute, Sugar. Let me change.”

You watch him with blurry eyes as he deposits his pants and boxers, wet with his own cum, and puts on fresh clothes. You see his flaccid cock and think that next time you’ll show him how good your mouth can feel. You need a little nap first, in the embrace of Eddie. Your Eddie.

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stellayuta · 10 months

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Rin doing Yoga in the anime had me bawlinggg idk why It also put the image of Yoga Sex with Rin in my mind and now I can't stop thinking about ittt

How about writing something about that?

thanks for putting the image in my head too

mdni, 18+ only

★Rin Itoshi - Yoga S*x☆

The 'R' in Rin stood for routine. He was awake by 5 AM and done with his early morning strength training and jog by 7 AM. To ease the pain of exhausting his stamina and muscles at dawn, he chose Yoga as a means to stretch his body out and soothe the soreness. The upkeep of being a pro footballer was not a regular man's deal after all.

You had never seen his routine ever before because you loved your sleep more than Rin did. In fact, you only knew about his routine in detail because his sports manager scolded him because he refused to take a break from working out even during his off time from the football season. You on the other hand, if there wasn't a reason to wake up before 8:00 AM, you won't. That was the law. Usually, you'd just join a freshly rejuvenated Rin for a hearty breakfast with a yawn and kickstart your day.

One fine morning though, you were forced awake by the sheer heat of the house. It was the middle of the harshest summer Japan had to offer as of late, and you were hoping that for whatever reason the AC was off, it'd better be a good one. You got out of the bed, kicking the musty sheets away from you and swiped at the sweat forming on your forehead. You were melting away even when you were only in a pair of skimpy shorts and a paper-thin tank top. You checked the time before you made your way out of your bedroom - 7:00 AM. The rest of the house was a degree cooler than your oven-like bedroom, but it was enough for you to forget where the thermostat was. That's when you remember that it was Rin who usually handled the thermostat. Maybe it was him who switched the AC off? But... why?

You make your way to the living room to locate the thermostat and are greeted by the most astonishing and unexpected sight right in front of you.

Rin Itoshi's bare back is facing you as he stretches himself out into complicated poses on his yoga mat while soaking in the radiant sun seeping in from the open windows. There is not a single item of clothing on his body. He sighs as he skillfully changes positions and focuses on the left side of his body, balancing himself on the mat. You gawk at his marvelous form as Rin's body shines lusciously under the sunlight, as if lathered by coconut oil and Epsom salts and his own sweat - which it probably is.

"Rin?" you call out without meaning to, making the Itoshi jerk his head up in confusion and smiling when he sees you.

"You up early?" he asks as if he isn't laid out in front of you like a whole meal ready to be ravished.

"Well, the AC woke me up." you say honestly, approaching him as he seats himself on his mat in a lotus pose. You stare at how his limp member and ball sack hang, tucked inside his folded thighs. That's all you can stare at or pay attention to now as you feel a shiver creep up your core and you press your legs together.

"That was my bad. I'm sorry, I usually do this out on the balcony but the neighbors are doing garden-work and obviously, I don't want them to see." he says. Foolish Rin...

"Have you been out on the balcony doing yoga butt naked everyday?" you exclaim. "Rin! People other than the neighbors can see you too you idiot!"

"Are you worried someone might click pictures?" he asks coyly, holding out his hand to entrap yours. It is all slick and sticky with oil and heats up your body even more.

"Have you seen yourself? Anyone would." You say, playing with the hem of your shorts with your other hand. Things are getting sticky inside your body too now.

"Want to try it?" Rin asks, already sliding your shorts down your bare thighs. You don't sleep with underwear on when wearing those pair of shorts. "Oh, look at that." Rin says, cocking his head at the bare delta of your womanhood.

"Come here." he says, kissing your mound generously making you whimper. You grab at his green hair and try to stop yourself from crumbling.

"Y/N. Position your knee like this." he says, folding you knee and pressing your foot to the thigh of your other leg.

"Hands up and palms together." he demands and you follow, keenly trying to balance on one leg. "That's the tree pose." he tells you and you nod. "Great position for what I'm about to do." he says with a smirk, inching closer, his lower lashes hitting your thighs.

The way Rin ravages you over the next few minutes has you praying you don't fall over. The position gives Rin enough freedom to hit some of the most stubborn and well-hidden bundles of nerve inside you with relative ease. His tongue is as flexible as his body was a while ago. You are left croaking as Rin digs his nails into the sides of thighs, shamelessly making slurping noises as he eats you out. Soon enough, you let your hands free from the pose and start rolling your hips onto his face, eyeing him from the top - his reactions, the way his brows tense up, the way he looks up at you occasionally. You force him to hit your most sensitive innards as you finally come undone on his tongue and face without asking. Unbeknownst to you, the lewdness of the whole situation and Rin's skill made you come a LOT. As your eyes are shut and you are unable to process anything around you, Rin is collecting your plentiful essence in his palms. When you finally come to and regain your usual breathing rhythm you find Rin playing with the sticky substance in his hands.

"R-rin?" you ask, eyelids half closed. "What are you doing with that, wipe it off!"

"Nah." Rin says, keeping his eyes on your cum in his hands. "I was in a dilemma since I ran out of oil for you, but you solved my problem." he says and it takes a second for you to understand what he's about to do.

He takes his palms and rubs them all over your body. Your chest, your hips, your navel and your thighs.

"Feel good?" he asks, pressing your back to make you lay on the ground on all fours. "Feels good to be covered in your own slick?"

"Anything for you, Rinnie." you say, wondering why he is pulling one of your legs horizontally. "You're so weird you know."

"I know." he admits. "Balancing Table Pose."

"Wha-?" Before you can finish your question though, Rin rams full force into you from behind. "Keep you other hand up, pretty please. I don't like it when the form is incorrect."

you sniff as your muscles hurt from maintaining the pose. Yet still, after a few seconds your body gets used to it and the pleasure doubles as one each of your arms and legs is up in the air while Rin's pace increases. He presses his chest against your back and keeps the rhythm going, pounding in and out savagely. His angle is so unpredictable, his length is going left and right and top and bottom inside of you, making you scream his name in pleasure. You feel the head of his member in full intensity with one leg up and you feel it's bulbous shape ebb at your cervix with how long Rin is. You so want to see how red his tip is, how angrily it must be leaking out pre-cum right now.

"Ah, just a bit more." he says next to your ear, huffing and puffing as he increases the power of his thrust as you feel your eyes roll back into your head.

"Ah, There. Yes!" Rin scrunches up his face. "Yes!" his tongue lolls out - an occurrence when he is at peak pleasure.

He empties himself inside of you as you feel your abdomen fill up with his sticky liquid.

"There we go." he says, gasping and pulling himself out of you as you drip all over onto his mat, sinking to your knees.

"Session Complete." he says, bringing his towel to your hole.

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suw4 · 2 months

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Realisations and Apologies

Kita Shinsuke from Haikyuu!!

an/tw: just kita being mean. and woahhh no way? a new update? thats crazy. okay have fun reading. sorry if my writing is a little rusty

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It is known for Kita Shinsuke to have a strict routine. No matter what obstacles he may encounter, he will never let it disturb his peace. However, there was an annoying bug that had been flying by his ear. Disturbing his line of work. Putting all of this strict timely routine to break. This greatly frustrates the dual haired wing spiker more than the irritating behaviours from the Miya twins.

[Name], a libero whom he met from the volleyball club at Junior High. Someone who he deeply cares for and who returns the same exact feelings towards him. Shinsuke was never the one to like people pitying him. That's another thing that he hates. However, with [Name], it never felt like that. It was like the light that guided his pathway to success. It was normal. Everything felt normal. Maybe that was the reason why he accepted the [h/c] haired's confession.

Unfortunately for the wing spiker, it was a terrible add-on to his routine. No, [Name] is not even in his routine at all. The libero would change Shinsuke's routine frequently. Often asking him out for a date. For practice. For anything. Even if it means to get a small chance to chat with his lover. [Name] only thoughts were that he wanted to spend time with his boyfriend. For Shinsuke, it was disturbing his peace. The dual haired male never thought it would. Ever. Yet, it did. And it was frustrating him more than it should.

Practice just ended, and everyone was walking out of the gymnasium to get home. "Suke~, let's go on a date tonight! What do you think? We should get dinner as well. I'm sure you're exhausted from using that amazing brain of yours for the team," [Name] chuckled, walking side by side with his lover. Reaching down to intertwine his fingers with his. Unexpectedly, Shinsuke yanked his arm away from the other, surprising him. He stared at him in shock, including with a few teammates who were watching from behind.

"Quit it," he blunty demanded before continuing his walk out of the gym. "Ah- Suke? Is something wrong-?"

"Yes. It's you. You're disrupting my routine. Every time you ask me out, you ruin it. So quit it. We have gone to enough dates now," he snapped back. [Name] was taken aback by his boyfriend's sudden change in behaviour. But he tries to laugh it off. "What am I then if I'm not asking you out ever so often?" he teased with a lighthearted laugh. Only get shut down immediately. Completely shut down.

"You're my boyfriend who couldn't do well in the sport that he loves," Suddenly there was ringing in [Name]'s ears. He was left speechless. Eyes widening at Shinsuke's words. The other members were shocked by that as well. That was the first time Shinsuke has ever belittled someone like that. To make it worse, he was talking about his own boyfriend.

"O-Oi, Kita. You can't talk about [Name] like that. He works harder than all of us," Aran called out to him, trying to stop these lovers before a quarrel starts. But it only seemed to add more oil to the fire. "And why is that? With your sloppy receives, there's a reason why you weren't cut out to be our regular libero. Akagi is better than you. You lack intelligence and plays. That's what makes you a bad player. Hence, Akagi is more talented in that area. You just exist to be an unsuccessful subtitute that will drag us down for future roads to nationals,"

A sense of dread filled [Name]'s whole body. Wondering why Shinsuke was saying all this. But it annoys him because it's true. After Junior High, [Name] could not bring out his full potential like he used to. He looks down to his arms, seeing all the red marks from receiving powerful spikes from Aran and the other wonderful hitters in the team. He stayed silent for a moment until another third year spoke up.

Akagi jolted when he heard his name being mentioned. Upon hearing what the team captian had said, he came to [Name]'s aid. "Kita! You shouldn't be harsh to [Name]! He genuinely works hard! Just like the rest of us. He always asks tips from me. He's pretty determined when it comes to his position!" he encouraged the [h/c] head. Patting his back as a way to say that he did well. "A substitute libero," the captian retorted.

"Are you saying that I'm not good enough for this team?" [Name] blurted out. Everyone seemed to visibly shake hearing that. Then, the substitute libero let out an exhilarated sigh. "You're right. I should've worked harder. Sorry, captain',"

"Also," Shinsuke started. Facing the front where the grym doors are. "I would like to break up with you. So please. Don't ever come to me again," he proposed. [Name] could only bite his lower lip harshly. "Woah, isn't that too much, Kita?" Suna furrowed his brows a little. Shinsuke actively ignores him and takes a step forward. Leaving everyone to go home.

The ones left in the gymnasium looked at [Name] in pity. All of them came to his side, trying to comfort him to their best. But [Name] could only brush it off. Pretending that it was one of Inarizaki's harsh critiques.

The very next day, it was lunch period. Both Shinsuke and Omimi were taking out their lunchboxes to eat in class. Omimi looked over to the other. "Are you not going to eat with [Name]? Usually, you two eat together somewhere quiet,"

"[Name] and I have separated," he replied, lifting the lid open. "So it's true then. You guys have broken up," he took a bite from his bento. "So I've heard from [Name]. I've also heard from coach that he had stepped down from volleyball. He said he would rather focus on his studies and that he wished us good luck for nationals,"

"Good for him,"

"Are you not surprised? You two may have broken up, but don't you still care about one another? He relies on you a lot,"

"I know that very well," that puts a tense atmosphere between them. Anyone else in the classroom would feel suffocated. Omimi stared at the other in disbelief. "I misjudged your character, Kita. I never knew you would be this heartless," That was the first time he was ever described by something so negative.

A week has passed and after school practice came around. Everything was going well. Except something was missing. Someone was missing. However, Shinsuke maintains his observation with his current team.

The coach entered the gymnasium with a piece of clothing draped over his arm. He let out a sigh and called the boys for a short meeting. He had informed them that one of the third years had stepped down. "As some of you realise, [Name] has stopped coming to practice. The reason is that he had decided to step down from the club. Due to him studying, he won't be able to be here and watch you guys play at Spring High. I'm just here to deliver a message from him. He only wishes all of you the best for the nationals," he announced. Aside from the boys being freaked out by it, Atsumu was the first one to speak up defensively. "What?! There's no way we can continue without [N/n]!! He's the only one who could receive this guy's spikes!" he argued, pointing at Suna with his thumb. Suna glared at him in return.

"Seriously, why the sudden leave? Is there another reason? He loves volleyball! It's so obvious that you could see it in his face," he continued to ramble on. The coach only shook his head, saying that there was no other reason. Though a few may think they knew the answer. But everything is alleged. The only true reason will come out once [Name] says it with his own mouth.

Everyone took notice of the clothing that their coach had. It was a jersey, freshly washed and dried. They read the number on it. Number 16. The number that [Name] wore. For some reason, that made everyone's heart feel heavy. While a certain someone felt extremely guilty.

There Shinsuke was. Standing in front of his ex-boyfriend's house. It has come to a realisation how [Name] would rarely allow him to get into his house. He has been there once. Never been there again. It felt a little foreign for the male. But that's not the main reason why he's there.

He stepped forward and gave a couple of knocks. Footsteps came fading it, making blood rush through his body. A little tinge of hope that the [h/c] head would answer. The door clicked, and a long screech sounded. It wasn't [Name] who answered the door, but his father.

"Kita Shinsuke? What are you doing here?" the male asked with a raised brow. "Is [Name] home?" he took a bow before asking. "Yes. He is. Studying his in his room. I'm so glad he stepped down from volleyball. Surely, who wants their son to go through something he can't do? Sure, he used to be a prodigy, but it's better if he focused on his studies. I'm also glad that you were able to get him to leave that club. How did you do it?" he smiled, placing his hand on his hips. That only made Shinsuke eat his guts. He couldn't say much from that. He didn't dare to explain how much he hurt his son from saying unnecessary things.

The dual haired shook his head. "Can I speak with [Name] for a moment?" he politely asked. "Of course. He has been in his room for all day long right after he came back from school. He has been quiet as usual. I'm sure he's tired. Oh. Speak of the devil," he trailed off, hearing someone climbing down the stairs. "Oh. Kita?" [Name] mumbled, walking towards his father. He gave him a look as a signal for him to leave them alone. After the older male left, he smiled at the wing spiker. "What are you doing here?"

"I would like to talk to you, [Name]," Shinsuke fiddled his fingers a little. His body seem to be itching to move. "I'm sorry, Kita but--" the taller male was about to deny but the other leap himself into a tight hug with him. [Name] was a little dumbfounded but didn't return the hug.

"OHHH MY GOD----"

Everyone now was in [Name]'s bedroom. Everyone meaning the whole volleyball club members. Apparently, all of then were stalking Shinsuke and ended up there. Currently, they were kneeling on the floor while Shinsuke and [Name] sat on the bed. "We're sorry, [N/n]!!" Atsumu wept. "We? Who's we? You dragged us here!" Osamu exclaimed, hitting his twin's head with his fist. The others seemingly nodding in agreement. "[N/n]... Why did you leave us? Don't you love volleyball anymore? Do you hate us now?!" the blonde twin whined while crawling up to the older's legs. He sighed heavily and glanced to the side. "I don't hate you guys. I left because I rather focus on my future,"

"Volleyball isn't part of your future anymore?" the younger ask. His shoulders fell, exhausted. "Volleyball is no longer fun if you're not good at it," Some of them furrowed their brows at that statement. "Of course. For the ones that happened to be there that day, no, it wasn't because of Kita. He only made me realised how much I hate volleyball," he paused for a moment, sensing his ex's subtle shift on the bed. "Some of you think Kita breaking up with me was wrong-"

"YOU GUYS BROKE UP??" Atsumu yelled. "You idiot, obviously they are. [N/n] calls him Kita now," his twin shoved him. The rest only sighed heavily in annoyance. "As I was saying, I agree with you. It was horrible. Never felt so shitty in my entire life. At the worst time of my life too," he sighed, rubbing down his thighs. That piqued everyone's interest. Questioning onto their senior's life.

"My parents have never been so supported of me playing Volleyball. Everyday they discourage me but I had every one of you to keep my spirits up. Until as of late. Exams are coming close and my parents has bugging me excessively about quitting the club. It was getting to me to the point I couldn't play as how I used to. So when Kita told me that all of that, it felt like I didn't have no ways to move on," he ended his explanation there. Silence dominated the atmosphere.

Arms suddenly wrapped around the older's neck. It was Shinsuke's. Pulling him into another hug. "I'm sorry, [Name]," he uttered, tightening his embrace. The other exhaled as he melted into the hug, wrapping his arms back. "I shouldn't have said that about you. You are an amazing volleyball player. An amazing libero. An amazing boyfriend too," he mumbled into the crook of the [h/c]'s neck. The male could feel his skin feeling a little wet.

That was the first time in a while where Shinsuke said more than one sentence. Other than the time when he literally berated his own boyfriend right in front of his teammates. Overwhelm filled [Name] as he grabbed a fistful of the back of other's jacket and began sobbing. This triggered the boys to tear up as well. One by one, they stood up from their spot and hug the two. Slowly building up a group hug.

In the end, everyone went home. [Name] and Shinsuke called. The dual haired initiated the call first. Apologizing and apologizing. This time he was careful with his words. The two finally made up and got together again.

The next day, [Name] showed up for the team's practice hours. However, he was only there to send Shinsuke to the gym since he had already made the decision to stop playing for the team and focused on his education instead. He had to leave right after but Atsumu had found himself clinging onto him. Begging him to not leave. [Name] eventually gave in and watched them play for a few minutes.

Shinsuke stood by his boyfriend with a water bottle in hand. He silently slid his fingers in between the taller male's. Locking it in hold. He didn't say anything but [Name] could still feel the guilt radiating off of him. Then he felt weight leaning onto him. Shinsuke laying his head onto his shoulders. "Are you tired?" he asked. The volleyball player only nodded. He hummed softly. "Okay. If you don't mind, I will pick you up once it's finished. Or do you want to keep sticking to your routine?" A gentle squeeze from their connected hands gave him the answer that he needed. So, he hummed once more. "Okay then. I'll pick you up once it's over," he says, turning to look at his lover and leaned down for a simple peck on the head. A small smile reached Kita Shinsuke's lips.

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rin-and-jade · 1 month

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Gripped by Glue Trap: a Post about Front Stuck & Lock

I get it, there's no such thing as an actual big glue trap with being stuck outside as a system,, but oftentimes its gonna feel that way because whatever was done... that glue won't even struggle one bit, only we do. That frustration is what we all have when switching is not an option.

But do you ever think this glue is defeatable? It latches hard and wears you out the more you try to get out of the situation,, so you might think not.. yet i do! That's what this post is going to be about folks, getting your little bug-self free with my secret trick from another human glue trap ensnared in their house.

But.. what is it actually?

Generally, as a system, we facilitate each other's strengths and weaknesses by switching in and out, as all those parts are not wholly integrated compared to a singlet. And. Uh oh. You're stuck and can't get out? You're trapped!.. that little drop of sap caught your leg and now you couldn't leave, even if you wanted to. Though you still can express to your buddies that you need help or etc. (and, this is called front stuck)

Or sometimes, we can even get stranded away from our pack (as in stress, or anything that worsens internal communication), wondering alone, and stood on a nasty manmade trap that caught you without mercy. This time, you're immobile and out of reach to call for reinforcements (now, this one is called front lock)

Sap? Glue? What's the diff??

To put it simply, being stuck means being unable to get out from the front or surrender the control to another part. While being locked off is the worser version of being stuck because not only you cannot surrender the control, there is barely any stream of communication you can connect to, or nonexistent, head silent and all that.

The only similarity they have is how it greatly impedes the fronter's capability to ease in or out from front,, if not, impossible.

These two also happen for different possible reasons, such as:

↓ Stuck ↓

Unfinished tasks

Goal/wants not met yet

Ongoing role duty (for protectors, hosts, etc)

Reluctance handing control/fear of blacking out

Mild stressors (like anxiety)

.. and more

↓ Locked ↓

Dissociation

Fight/flight response

Overwhelm

Bigger stressors

Major life changes

Re-occurring trauma

.. and more

Just a reminder that all systems are different, and these same reasons that causes to be stuck/lock will result in an opposite reaction such as rapid switching or being blurry! This post is mainly for those who experience stuck/lock.

Then, how do i get my leg out?!

I can tell you that, but i have to explain how this ordeal happened in the first place so it'll make sense, bare with me;

You know the parasympathetic (rest) and sympathetic (fight/flight) response, yeah? These two responses flicks on depending when there's safety or presented threats. Now, DMN is a part of the parasympathetic response, the full name is Default Mode Network, which is fully responsible for.. well.. default stuffs such as mind wandering, planning, thinking inwards,, those typical things that happen when you're bored. This is also the reason you why can facilitate better communication with other parts compared to when, let's say, being busy with tasks.

Know it or not, sometimes our mind has to wander a little bit in order to chat with other parts of ourself, and stress snaps us out of that relaxed state in purpose of focusing whats at outside, rather than inside, which where everything system-y lies at. Some do not get affected and still can function as-if, so understand how your system works and use that to the advantage.

How to hack yourself from fight/flight to rest mode again? Via vagus nerve stimulation! Not sure if you ever heard of this word, but the vagus is one part of the cranial nerves that is responsible for the activation of this parasympathetic response..! It's like the oil to the glue, because it hijacks the adhesive properties with something so viscous that it binds to it instead of you!! --

Here are some activities you can do to disable the glue:

Gurgle water, hum, or sing: this is because the vagus is located around your neck, and can be easily stimulated that way.

Watch something: redirecting yourself with a distraction can ease you temporarily, giving time to calm down, which brings you out of the grips of stress.

Listen to music: another way if you don't have anything to watch, even better if you put on soothing, slower songs.

Move around: get those pented up anxiety or restlessness out! movement equals expression, this also activates the vagus nerve.

Breathe deeply: rebalance the vagus by breathing in and out slowly, this nerve is also responsible for your breathing pace too, so giving a little push of balance will create a domino effect for your nerve to work.

Unfocus your eyes: or, another way to do it is to focus more on the peripheral vision rather than the vocal point. This is a way to poke the same nerve's functions, oddly can work as a booster to make yourself slightly dissociated/disconnected which facilitates switches or a general break/distraction.

Solve/asses it: it will be nothing if you do not tackle the thing you are very stressed out about, which can extend how long you'll be stuck,, so use these tips above to regain self control and tackle them with me, or your trusted friends, or even alone after examining what could be done! Talking to someone also helps, even if there's nothing productive being done.

Take it easy and break it down: this one is if you're on a role job and things are being difficult, incase you're overwhelmed, remember to do it step by step, no need to be rash about getting back in first, that time will come as long you focus whats in front.

Remember, fight/flight brings us out from clarity and rational thinking, thanks to our limbic part of the brain who is primed for survival and instincts. Be more gentle with yourself, as you could be more irritable, moody, or resorting to less-safe coping mechanisms, focus on calming down before proceeding the situation.

Takeaway

So, what will you do if you're stuck next time? Don't forget to make a plan to deal this sticky situation, especially for those who are often stuck, this practice will practice your vagus nerve to be less susceptible, turning off because of stress,, giving you a better stress window and tolerance before succumbing once more.... to the good ol' glue.

Lastly, it is possible to be stuck/lock for months or years, which is an indicator of underlying long-term issues that needs to be addressed. If anyone needs some tips for this, ring me on the DMs as these practices rarely work for this type.

Oh, and, what do you guys think? What else i had not mentioned? Do you have anything to discuss with me on this topic? Let's do that! I hope this suffice in helping you tackle the next time problems arise.

Happy straddling lil' ant.

- j

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roxtron · 1 month

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Day 5: Rabbit, Reclaim

AGJGDFJF FINALLY IT'S DAY 5 SO I CAN POST THIS

For some reason everytime i draw him he looks so young because i'm accidentally overcorrecting since i'm used to drawing older characters. So unfortunately he looks way younger than i meant him to lol, whoops.

But wait there's more- AHAHAHA

While I did initially plan this for GGY week I eventually got the idea to use this as an excuse to draw other GGY designs, soo..

(Not sure why tumblr formatted it that way with 1 of them big but it doesn't matter lol)

I've been wanting to do this for a while, I put the tags of each person next to their design but ofc I'm still gonna tag them in the post itself so you can see their art for yourself if you haven't already. But I enjoyed each of these in their own ways so if you don't mind I think I'm gonna type a bit of text next to them..

@chipistrate This was one of the first I drew out of these, the design was pretty fun to draw but sorry if I messed up a few details, it was a bit difficult lol. The mask and goggles are really fun to draw and they make for a cool design, along with all the glowing blue. (and yes, I tried to subtly include the heelies lol)

@lunzi0 This was the first fursuit one I did lol. I adore the little stars in the design, they personalize it so well and make it really unique. I wanna try this design again since I feel like the other ones show my improvement a bit better, but I hope you can appreciate the effort I put in on my first attempt <3

@carouselrabbit This one was really fun to draw, I absolutely love the eye shape/lashes, it stands out and I always love drawing eyes with a bit of eyeliner lol, the daycare theme legwarmers is a cool nod to the balloon boy arcade machine being connected to them, and was just a fun addition in general lol, I like the style of legwarmers what can I say, fnaf changed my fashion sense a bit. also the subtle paraells to freddy's design is a nice way to connect a bit to gregory himself.

@puhpandas I can't remember if I talked about this design last time I drew it but, overall I'm really happy with how this came out, it's such an indicator of improvement since I started drawing this and I'm glad I was able to draw it better than last time lol. All the patchwork and similarities to Vanny's suit work really well, and the rabbit you chose to base it off of was a good fit, the colors make it a bit more difficult to shade for but i like detail lol, hope you like it too :)

@dykevanny I knew I wanted to do this since I started but I wasn't sure if I'd have time, and I'm glad I did! I hope you don't mind I combined aspects from the first design I saw and the second one you replied to my ask with, I liked the big purple sleeves lol. (I just realized after doing all the shading I forgot to include the oil splatter on his jacket, sorry!) It was definitely a bit difficult due to the head shape being so different but.. fluffy. i love drawing fluff. And the glowing swirl on the goggles, the shape of the ears, I love a lot about this design. :D

I have a hard time with writing compliments but I wanted to get some of those thoughts out, some of the things I like about these designs apply to multiple lol. I adore every one of these designs but I find it hard to put into words what I enjoy about them, hope the original creators are happy with these. <3

I also kept the ggys without as much lighting effects on a separate file, I felt like I should add them since they're a bit brighter lol, makes them look different.

Okay now that I've gotten all that- Sorry this post is so long! I didn't think it'd end up taking up so much space lol. Buut.. working on this drawing and thinking about it and potential context behind it gave me an au idea for it, but I'll put it under the cut since I understand most people probably won't care and just wanna see the drawings lol.

Idk if I'm confident enough to write for it but I'll give a bit of a summary.. I'll keep it under the cut for people who aren't interested and just wanna see the art though lol.

After the main events of SB and Ruin, now that the mimic's been set free, Cassie's taken control of by what's left of Vanny, using her as a new host. But with Cassie being the only human left alive down there, after being reawakened, Dr. Rabbit has nowhere left to go but back to his old host.

Vanessa, Freddy, and Gregory hadn't gone back to the Pizzaplex after ruin, but they were trying to figure out a plan to get Cassie back safely. One night after Freddy and Gregory disappear, Vanessa leaves to go find them. As dangerous as the pizzaplex is, it's her best guess for where they might've gone. She doesn't want to think about what could've happened to them, in denial for the worst case scenario. She tries to keep herself calm by telling herself they probably just left to go back for Cassie, maybe they didn't want her stopping them.. but deep down she knows it can't be that simple. She knows something's off, even if she's not ready to admit it.

When returning to the pizzaplex, she brought along her own V.A.N.N.I. mask, though unlike the one Cassie used, it was clear of the mimic's influence. After all, she was going to need some way to travel through potential blocked routes.

By the time she found Gregory, she'd still been wearing the mask, seeing him down the end of a dark hallway. He looked confused, afraid, his mind was a wreck of conflicting emotions. She started rushing towards him, happy to see him okay, until he finally spoke.

"You need to get out of here."

She stepped back, taking off the mask, only to be faced with the worst case scenario.

It was a wreck, covered in stains and tears, but it was still recognizable. He was wearing that old suit again.

As he waved, she could see Freddy's claws peeking out from the doorway, as the two stepped closer towards her.

So, she did what he told her to do, and started running. She could hear a faint voice coming from the mask, and put it back on before finding somewhere she could hide.

It was his voice again, telling her which way to go.

I guess that was the dramatic way to summarize the main idea behind it, lol. Basically Gregory and Dr. Rabbit work the way Sun and Moon work in Ruin, whichever one is in control in the real world, the other is left behind in the AR world. Or at least that's my interpretation of how they worked, considering Sun was always in mask-on scenes and moon was mask-off. I'm not too sure where the plot might go from there, and maybe I'll consider writing for it, I dunno. I've never wrote fanfic before because I get deadly afraid of writing them out of character lol, but maybe?? I have ideas for scenes and premise and stuff but I don't know if I have the confidence to write it.

But anyway! That was just more of a fun side-idea I came up with while working on this, if you read this far thanks, hope you enjoyed :)

here's some silly little lineless doodles as a reward for making it to the end hehe

now that's what I call an art dump

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eris-snow · 4 months

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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥

Tags: bakugou x gn!reader, fluff, I forgot how to tag things

So I haven't done a story in this format for months now, so I figured that I'd do it again in case people were missing it.

Bakugou hates fall.

He resented the cooler weather for purely practical reasons. His Quirk isn't as effective, and the multiple layers he has to wear are a pain in the ass to get off.

But you? Oh, your eyes just light up when you see the leaves change to red. You celebrate the fact that the season of lower temperatures has arrived. You cherish the feeling of bone-chilling wind whipping past your face.

"I don't fuckin' get you." Bakugou iterates as he opens the door one-handed. Your arms are full of groceries, and he's fresh off his shift, so you both are hungry and tired.

"It's cold, daylight peaces out at 4 in the fucking afternoon, and you have to deal with more villains 'cause of the festive seasons. What's there to like?"

"Everything." You deadpan, kissing his cheek. "Now put away the toilet paper or I ain't giving you dinner."

"You wouldn't do that to me. I know you and you wouldn't do that to me. You love me way too much."

"Try me, and see where that gets you," You breeze past him and kick off your shoes, beelining to the kitchen to put the groceries away.

"Fall was the season you confessed to me, dumbass!"

Bakugou pauses by the glass cabinets, toilet rolls in hand.

Oh.

You'd been in a major fight that day, tossed straight into a building with glass etched in your skin. Bakugou almost thought you wouldn't make it. There, holding you in his arms as red colours everything he touched, he almost lost it when you'd closed your eyes.

He thought he lost you.

"You were so frantic," You chuckle, grabbing leftovers from the fridge. "And then when I woke up, and you called the doctor, you told me that you didn't want any regrets."

Bakugou rolls his eyes at the memory as he slams the cupboard shut. "You know, if you got your ass kicked by some D-listed villain now, I'd be laughing my ass off, right?"

"Oh hush, you'd be crying like a little bitch."

Bakugou hears the oil cracking, and he's glad. He's hungry.

With a growling stomach, he strides back into the living room and watches you fire up a meal for the both of you. This year moved so fast. Your new apartment, his break into the Top 10 Hero Rankings...he's...

Happy.

He's actually happy.

"I love fall, because it's when you showed me that I'm not alone." You hum. "That if I was ever on that bed again, I'd have someone there to cry for me. That if I have to walk through this shithole called life, I'd have someone to walk through it with me to make shit suck just a little bit less."

You don't even flinch when you feel him up behind you, hands around your waist as he buries his head into your shoulder. It's so domestic, and it's something that Bakugou never thought he'd have.

Someone to put up with him. Someone to hold like this. Someone cooking for him and someone to share a home with.

"When you put it like that, you make me want to start liking fall too," He mumbles, voice muffled by your clothes.

Bakugou still hates fall, mind you. But if it meant that he gets to cuddle up with you and sip on hot coco, if it meant that he'd see you with that crazy happy grin and hear your stupid laugh, then fall can keep on going, thank you very much.

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 10 months

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I really wasn't expecting so many people to like my Mirage x reader so much! I'm glad you guys liked it!

Though this is a rewrite, because I accidentally deleted the original. I'm still a little salty about it but it's whatever

Though there will be a small few changes that aren't updated in the part 1, but nothing much, just how the text will be colored. And some inconsistent POV changes

Y/N-Pink

Mirage-Blue

Noah-Orange

But anyway, here's part two!

Part one is here btw

Meeting Mirage ;)

Warnings: Suggested drug usage, language

"So is there a reason why we're walking instead of taking your car?" Currently right now, Y/N, who was about to go to bed several minutes ago, is now walking the empty streets of Brooklyn with Noah right beside her. And in addition of that, a blindfold for some reason that she's still trying to figure out. It was nearly midnight and this man literally just told her he had something important to show her. Many questions asked, and no answers yet.

He just kept responding with, 'you'll see when we get there', which is slowly starting to tick her off. And to make it just a little worse, she's still in her PJ's, a black tank top, some baggy white sweatpants that aren't even hers, and some worn out spiderman slippers. And it's fucking cold.

"It's close by, not even that long of a walk."

"It better be, because I swear to God Noah if whatever you're about to show me is something stupid I'm going to fucking kick you."

"I swear it's not."

"Also why did it have to be at night? Why not early in the morning?!"

"Because it couldn't wait until early in the morning!"

"Mhm, yeah right. You didn't even let me have time to put on a jacket. It's fucking cold."

"It's summer."

"You know how cold I am naturally!"

"Wouldn't be surprised if you were a lizard."

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm just befriending you so I can slowly take over humanity! Maybe so I can lick all the things I want without getting weird looks from people because it'll all be lizards!"

It was quiet for a moment, before the pair started to laugh at the comment. Sometimes they can't take each other seriously. It's always one of the two that makes the most random comments to ever been said.

"I'll get you some of those croissant thingys from that bakery you like. As a, 'Sorry for dragging you out of your apartment to show you something' apology."

"You better, you mother fucker...and bring some milk too."

"You're the only person I know that likes milk as a beverage."

"Hey! You can make all kinds of shit out of milk! It's not weird to like it as a beverage. Hell, you were drinking it out of your mother once!"

"Never say that sentence ever again."

Sooner or later, they finally arrived at their destination. With the jingling of keys, Noah unlocks a door before gently pulling her into the building. She was immediately hit with the smell of oil, the fumes of paint, and the smell of gas. Wherever they are, Y/N's guessing they're in Noah's garage.

Now, Noah was nervous, the whole entire time they walked here, he was fidgeting with his finger every so often. He fears how his best friend will react to Mirage, and hoping, hoping it's a good reaction. Though, it might be a small chance, but that's not stopping him from praying to the point someone passing by will probably think he's a little crazy.

"Heyyy you're back! And you brought the pretty lady too~" Now Y/N wasn't expecting another person to be here. She thought it would just be the two of them. Not that she was complaining, maybe this important thing needed someone to look after it so it wouldn't break or something.

Though in reality, it's a huge 12ft robot chilling on the floor, waiting for the both of them. But she doesn't know that. Yet.

"Y/N, I want you to me-"

Noah was cut off by Mirage, a pout on his face as he crosses his arms. "Nu uh man! Lemme have this one!" He quickly clears his throat, with a flirtatious smirk replacing that pout in seconds.

"The names Mirage, bonita~ But you can call me yours~" There was a playfulness in his tone, and to Y/N, he seemed very confident and outgoing. Maybe a little flirty, but that's fine with her. Though he does sound rather young, maybe around the same age as Noah? (I don't know how old he is, but I'm guessing maybe around 19-21, also reader is like 6 years older than Noah) And what a strange name, maybe it's a nickname he likes to go by.

"That's the most cheesiest line I've ever heard in my entire life." Y/N let's a chuckle slip through, snapping out of her little mind rant, a small smile making it's way onto her lips.

"Hey I spent a good amount of time on that! Plus, it's not that cheesey.."

"..Was that too cheesey?"

"Dude you're the one who came up with it, not me."

"But you're supposed to be my wingman here! I scratch your back, you scratch mine." There was a small stare down between the two, before Noah sighed.

"...okay maybe it was a little too cheesey-"

"I may not be able to see, but you guys are horrible at whispering."

Y/N was still standing somewhat next to Noah, arms crossed over her chest as she waited for their so called secret conversation to be over with. All the things she wants do is to go to sleep and enjoy her day-off the next day. That's all she asks for.

"Anyway, what's that important thing you wanted to show me, Noah?" She goes to remove the blindfold, but was stopped by a frantic Noah holding her wrists in a soft, but firm, grip.

"Shit! S-Sorry, it's just.." Noah sighs out in frustration, letting go of Y/N's wrists. "I gotta tell you something before I show you the thing." Said woman raised her brow at Noah's behavior. Now's she getting a little worried for what the hell Noah might show her.

"It's.. It's not something illegal, right?"

"No!" He pauses for a few seconds, "At least I don't thin-"

"NOAH-??"

"Right. So, uh, I think it's best if you just..see for yourself?"

"Why do you sound so unsure." Finally glad to be able to take off the damn fabric, Y/N looks at her surroundings, blinking rapidly to adjust her eyes. Her suspicions of being in Noah's garage was correct. But what she wasn't expecting was a huge metal being sitting in the middle of the room, optics on her with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hey~"

It takes a few seconds before her mind could catch up, her expression blank. When the scene in front of her processed completely, she immediately turned around, walking towards the door with fast and hurried steps.

"Nope. Nu-uh. Not dealing with this shit tonight. Fuck this shit. I'm out. Peace. Adíos. Goodbye forever. So lon-"

"Y/N wait c-come back!"

"And I will walk 500 miles, and I'll walk 500 more-" Grabbing onto the handle, she tries to open it. Only thing was the door jammed repeatedly. "Fucking shit."

"Ouch, they never treated E.T like this." He pouts, dramatically putting the back of his hand to his forehelm. Now he was kind of expecting her to scream or least for her to faint, but this reaction was more amusing.

"Just let me, uh, us explain-!" Noah forcefully put himself between Y/N and the door, holding out his arms so she wouldn't try to go around. A staredown ensues.

"Please..?" Shrugging his shoulders a little with an unsure smile on his face, his attempt to make himself as convincing as possible. With a sigh, she nods, backing away from the door with slight hesitation. Turning back to the robot in question, Mirage has a bubbly smile on his face, optics lighting up.

"There you go! I ain' gonna hurt you," The mech coos teasingly. "Quite a show you put up though, ever thought of doing stand-up comedy?"

Y/N was still a bit tense, looking at the bot in caution. She doesn't even know what to do in a kind of situation like this. Hell, what do you even do in a kind of situation like this?

But despite that, Noah seems to know, Mirage was his name? He seems to know him pretty well, from how well Noah and him seem to get along. It actually explains a lot of things, that you didn't realize until then. How Noah seemed to be very secretive whenever it came to his garage, and seemed to be somewhat cautious whenever someone looks through his things.

"It's okay mami, you can admire this handsome face as long as you like~" Mirage's flirtatious voice broke you out of your mind ramble, a blush covering your face in an instant. You spaced out without realizing it.

"S-shit my bad."

"Heyy, it's alright~ Not often you come across a face like this!" He sticks his glossa out, making a peace sign with his servos as he winks at her. It, oddly made him cute. A small chuckle comes out of the woman, posture now slightly relaxed a little more, but still tense. Thinking this was a dream, she goes to pinch her arm as hard as she can, but no it's no dream. Maybe she had to much edibles before going to bed, and she was just in the streets all sluggish and her mind is throwing delusions at her, just for entertainment. Like a jester of sorts.

But she ran out of edibles 3 days ago, so that's most likely not the reason why.

Like promised, Noah and Mirage explained what, where, who, and why he was on Earth. And that there's more of him. And that they can transform into cars. And he demonstrated this, by transforming into a car himself. The Frankenstein car you were inside not longer than a week ago.

Now the dots were finally connecting.

She continues to ask him a variety of questions, each of which ranging from how long he's been on Earth, why he choose a Porsche to be his alt mode (to which he responded with, "A cool guy like me needs to have a pretty cool alt to go along with it" followed by a flirtatious wink), and how many other people know about his existence. By know your shoulders are less tense, posture completely relaxed as she continues a conversation with (mainly Mirage) the two of them.

And Mirage, being the big flirt he is, kept throwing pick-up lines whenever the chance showed itself, accompanied by a wink and a cute smirk. Each one making you a little flustered.

Eventually Noah had to leave, because apparently Kris never went to sleep in the first place, to busy to defeat Bowser. He knew because Kris accidentally blew his cover via walkie-talkie. So now it's just you and Mirage, all alone in the garage.

It felt somewhat awkward, but Mirage always found a way to break the silence of everything.

"So how'd you meet my boy?"

"His mom, she was a co-worker of mine a few years ago, and decided to invite me over to her house to meet her kids."

"And what, you guys hit it off there?"

Y/N let's out a small chuckle, shaking her head. "Not exactly. He was a little nervous at the start. We only started talking when I offered to babysit Kris." And the conversation continued on from there, leaking into the early hours of the morning.

Mirage knew he wanted to know and see more about the human, she's just so pretty and fascinating! And her reactions and little faces she makes are so cute to him, make him wanna squeeze her little cheeks. His tanks are filled with the fluttery feeling again, the more they talk, the more it increases. Now he knew when to take risks, and this is one of them definitely. He knows he wants to see more of her, to keep talking with her. Just makes his spark go absolutely crazy.

So why not ask her out?

Alright Mirage, you can do this, my man! Don't let that nervous feeling pull you down. C'mon c'mon c'mon! When will you get another chance like this ever again?

After giving himself a small prep talk, Mirage finally asks. "Hey you wanna go to the drive-ins sometime tomorrow? I'd love to keep seeing that pretty face of yours more~" A wink following with a smirk. His confidence was all over the place, and his spark was beating rapidly, like it's going to come out of his chassis. Obviously it wasn't shown on his face, but internally he was a nervous wreck.

You were somewhat taken off-guard by his question, a blush covering your cheeks. Is he asking you out on a date? I mean, he could be asking to hang out more, but his various flirtatious comments and compliments thrown at you made you think otherwise.

Now that she thinks about, he's actually a lot better than any person she's been in a relationship with. He's actually makes her laugh, is nice and gentle, a good listener, and overall quite comfortable to be around with. And he's quite a cutie and handsome one too..fuck it.

"Sure. What time, handsome~?" The mech perked up at her response, optics lighting up. "How 'bout sometime at 7? I know a pretty good spot~"

"Then it's a date." Oh how that word made his spark flutter. He does a little dance and fists his hand in the air for his small victory, Y/N laughing a little at his antics. Her cheeks hurt so much from smiling so much. She's pretty excited for tomorrow's drive-in now.

When Mirage finally settles down, she beckons him down to be at her level, a small mischievous smile on her face. Confused, he does so, couching down until becoming face to face with her smiling face.

Warm lips peck his metal cheek, his optics widening in surprise at the bold gesture, a blue blush makes itself known on his face. The warmth spreading through his entire body as a shiver goes up his backstruts. Now he's for sure his spark might just beat out his chassis. She can practically hear it!

"Something for you to think about until tomorrow~ Goodnight Mirage~" And with that, she leaves the garage, a big smile on her face as she makes her way home, ready to finally crash into her bed and excited for the night tomorrow.

Mirage was left crouching in the garage, a surprised look still of his face, still trying to process what had just happen. His look of shock then quickly shifted to a look of giddiness, letting out a victory whoop as he tries to calm his beating spark.

"Man, what a woman!" And he cannot wait to see her again.

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jellyfishsthings · 9 months

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Warnings: um smut... wrap it before you tap it, piv, fem!reader, academical rivals to lovers, probably the filthiest thing I have ever written... if you know me, no you don't

Part 1 , Part 3

Things since last week haven't changed much. Remus and I still had our rivalry going stronger than ever. Especially after the hallway incident, which ended up with him having a large red handprint on his cheek, indicating a really strong slap. In my defense, he was getting close. Ever since we haven't stopped arguing with each other, until…

"I can't work with her."

"It's impossible to work with him."

As quickly as the words left our mouths, we sharply turned to glare at each other. Completely missing Professor's McGonagall proud look.

"You are working together on this project. And you will present to me the best project in the class because you are both Perfects and have to give the right example. I don't care about whether you like each other or not."

Seething I exit the room with a newfound speed, and Remus closely follows behind my heels.

"Can you just slow down a bit?" He asks, and I instantly stop walking, turning towards him, waiting impatiently to hear what he has to say. "She's right, you know. We have to make this fucking project as perfect as possible. So I think we should call a truce." He slowly proposes as if this will simply fix our problems. I stare at him blankly, and I see his nostrils flaring. "Look. I don't like this either, ok? But I need the grade, and if it were someone else, I would just make the project myself. But since it's you … if we work together we could… We are at the top of every class for a reason. Just…." His voice eventually gives up.

"Fine," I say, "meet me at the library at 7. We have a lot of research to do"

This was how I found myself meeting with my all-time rival every day in the library for two months. The insults never stopped flying from one to the other, but surprisingly, we made a good team, and the project was almost finished. We are now accustomed to each other and our habits. Like Remus… when he read something for a really long time, he would remove his glasses and rub his eyes and his nose, smoothing it out after being scrunched up. Or when we got tired, he would share his chocolates to boost our morals and energies.

Many comments have been floating around the halls."How long until they fuck it out?", "God, he could eat her alive, for what she said to him.","He must be really smitten with her for putting up with her." ... Well, you got the gist of it.

Now, as I was getting ready for bed, a thought occurred. We never looked in the secluded area for any useful information. So, I put on my slippers and headed towards the library once again.

I slowly walk down the hallways, trying to get past Flinch. The great mahogany walls of the library greet me with a loud groan. I grab one of the oil lanterns that rest on the librarian's desk and head towards the restricted section. I find books related to the project and start reading them. Keeping notes under the candlelit room.

I could be reading for hours or mere minutes when I hear footsteps. I quickly blow out the flame and hide in the darkest spot I can find between the bookcases. As the sound of footsteps comes closer my breathing turns faster and more panicky. Good God I am going to get caught? Am I going to get detention? What am I going to do?

That's when I feel a hand close around my mouth. Silencing me. Wait …what? Silencing me? A familiar scent fills my nostrils.

"Stay quiet or else we are going to get caught." He whispers in my ear. His Welsh accent dripped like honey, his voice raspy and almost deathly quiet. Heat pools in my core as a dream resurfaces in my brain. "Stay quiet or else we are going to get caught." He says as he pounds into me while he has my hips in a tight grip, guiding back and forth.

As I snap out of my trance, I push his hand harshly off me. "What the hell are you doing here?", I whisper-yell at him.

"What the hell are you doing here?", he fires back. We stare at each other with our eyes slitted as we both breath heavily.

"How did you even know I was here?", I ask him accusingly, even though I have been caught in the act.

"The marauders map." He answers back easily as if that answer would ring a bell and not cause more questions.

"The what ?"

"I think he is gone."

"Oh really?"

"Why do you like to test me, woman?"

"Possibly because of your super nice personality or better yet because you're a prick."

He just returned the favor with a wolfish grin, notice the irony.

"Why are you smiling?" I snap at him.

"Oh because you are so nicely close to me and you haven't uttered a word about that." Just as the words leave his mouth I feel my cheeks heat. Jesus why am I blushing? At least he can't see it. "And yes I can see you blushing"

How did he…? Is he a mind reader?

"Also I am no mind reader, i just know you that well." His face is dangerously close now. The empty, now, library is ominously quiet and I can almost feel our breaths echo in the room. There is no escape, is there? His mouth is almost atop of mine, his breath fanning my face.

"Gosh why are you like this? Why must you test me until I snap? Why do I love it so much?" He says as his lips crush into mine in a bruising kiss that steals my breath away. He manhandles me so that our chests are pressed together and I am promptly sitting in his lap, feeling a long hard cock press against my clad yet soaking wet pussy. Insults fly out of our mouths in-between every heated kiss.

"Punk"

"Jerk"

"Dickhead"

"Oh you are going to feel that soon."

"Bite me, Lupin."

"If you insist."

We discard our clothes as fast as possible until he grabs hold of my thighs and he slams me on the flat surface of the bookcase.

Right opposite the window, it's so dark outside that our reflections fill my eyesight. His scarred, white freckled back in contrast with my tanned legs, due to all the sun exposure, that are wrapped around his waist and my arms in his shoulders. One of my hands is buried deep in his brown curled hair that is now buried in my neck leaving bites and hickeys as he bites, laps and sucks, leaving permanent marks behind his trail. While the other scratches his back, as my legs draw back and my back arches.

Horrified gasps sound in the room, mixing with my moans and his groans. My eyes open immediately, leaving their half hooded state, searching the room for intruders but not finding anyone until…. Of course, the portraits. Great I am about to get royally fucked by Remus Lupin and not only will I have to live with the memory of it but now the portraits saw what we were doing, I was catastrophically doomed, I laugh at the thought.

And Remus leaves his task and draws slightly back, enough for him to keep impossibly close but still be able to see my face.

"I love your laugh. And I absolutely hate the fact that I am not the one causing it. But that is going to change. Everything is going to change from now on, you bellend." The breath is being knocked out of my lungs. "And now I am going to fuck you. I reckon you are wet enough so as not to hurt." He says as his fingers play with my clit. "I would say you are quite drenched actually. You know I have been thinking of this, dreaming it even. Fucking you hard and deep, until you are nothing more that a brainless brat." Gasps and moans are his only answers.

"Thank God you seem to like that because I don't think I can hold back any more." He seals these words with a kiss as he enters me in one fluid motion until he is balls deep. Our mouths are open now as we try to catch our breaths and I stare at his eyes, trying to find the familiar mischievous dark green that haunted my every thought. His forehead dropped to mine as he started to move inside me at an insane pace. His balls are slapping against my clit as he hits all the right spots.

My back arches and my head falls back as my eyes close. I feel one of his hands slide up my back and rest somewhere between my ribs, commanding me to stay in place as I feel…. No this can't be right. My gaze moves to the window and what I see almost brings me right over the edge right there and then. His head is buried in my chest hiding all the toying he is doing at my breasts, paying extra attention to my nipples. Marking them up too.

"God I wish I could mark up our thighs and pussy too but that will have to wait."

"Remus, you prick, how dare you…" I say in a breathless voice my insult is lost in all the pleasure I am feeling.

"Yes, how dare I make you feel all this pleasure. Huh?" He mouths in my chest as he has his lips wrapped around one of my tits.

"I am close" I whimper

"I know, sweetheart. Let go for me. I've gotcha."

I don't know what actually sent me over the edge. The nickname, the command, reassurance, a mixture of all of them? Well whatever it was it rocked my world. I never thought an orgasm could last that long or be so powerful. It was literally dripping down my thighs to his and then falling to the ground. Embarrassingly so. He had finished too. His face was buried in my chest trying to catch our breaths.

He turns to look at me, smirking. Oh no. I already know what he is going to say. And I won't be able to say no.

"Ready for round two?"

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offside-the-lines · 3 months

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Safe Sex Resource

A lot of the time, in our writings online, we don’t always show our characters practicing safe sex (whether for narrative flow or other reasons) and will just add in our author’s notes to practice safe sex in your real life. It can be hard to find good and concise information online so I have compiled this for authors to link in their notes. I recommend everyone take a look, there might be something in here you didn't already know.

This post is largely inspired by @fakejuly who shared a lot of their knowledge and advice from their years in the sw industry, and from my own experience creating curriculums for and teaching sex & relationship education.

I have tried to make it as inclusive as possible, please let me know if you have any feedback. If you spot something I missed, please let me know. I will be updating this periodically. My inbox is also always open if you have any questions/concerns/etc.

Last update: Jan 16, 2024

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"Condoms prevent STIs and pregnancy in the vast majority of cases, when used correctly."

Using a condom correctly and consistently can increase its efficacy from 87% to 98%. Most surveyed individuals are not using it correctly or consistently so make sure you are well-informed. We hear this all the time, but what does “used correctly” actually mean?

Familiarize yourself with the steps.

Using the right size: if it's too big, it can slide off or leak; if it's too small, it can break or come off. Condoms usually come in 5 sizes (there are options like MyONE that have 52 sizes).

Condoms can be damaged by heat. They should be kept somewhere cool (not in wallets, or sat on in back pockets, or kept in your glovebox). They also have an expiry date.

Sex can also lead to friction (heat) so condoms should be changed between activities and after about 15 minutes of any vigorous activity.

Never double up (i.e. wearing two condoms or using both an external and an internal condom).

Use lube 100% of the time (except oral sex), even if you think you don't need it, even for "lubricated" condoms (the lube mainly stops it sticking to itself). Lube should be applied to the outside, but a drop in the tip of the condom before putting it on is also a good idea.

NEVER use oil-based lube or any type of oil (e.g. lotion, vaseline, coconut oil). Water based lube is the best option. Silicone based lube can be good for sex in water (e.g. shower, pool, bath) or providing more sustaining slip, but be careful near your sex toys (more on this later).

Penetrative partners should hold the base of the condom when they pull out immediately after they ejaculate so the condom doesn't leak or come off as the penis gets flaccid.

For oral sex (vulval or anal), you should use a barrier. You can make one out of a condom. (There are also companies like Loral that make latex “underwear” that have great sensation transfer and are a very good barrier for AFAB individuals).

Sharing sex toys: Most of the sex toy safety recommends "don't share them ever" which unfortunately is impractical for some people.

If more than one person is going to use the toy (within a session or between different sessions), use a condom.

Condoms are often coated in a thin layer of silicone lube. This can react with low-quality silicone toys - there are unlubricated condoms for those - but higher-quality (platinum cured) silicone should be fine. When in doubt, spot test on the base of the toy.

As with above, always use water-based lube.

Condoms have not been proven to protect you from mold that the toy may be harboring or toxic chemicals from low-quality materials (e.g. jelly toys).

prevention is the best cure

Due to the variable efficacy of condoms, for individuals where pregnancy is a concern, it is recommended to also be using the pill, injection, IUD, etc.

Condoms (internal or external) are the only prevention for STIs. This isn't meant to be stressful - the most common STIs are treatable and often curable (more on this later).

STIs can be transmitted via fluids AND skin contact, so use condoms when you’re engaging in oral sex, hand stuff or sharing sex toys, in addition to penetrative sex.

STIs can be transmissible via any of your fluid membranes, that includes your mouth, throat, nose, and eyes.

Condoms are extremely effective against HIV, and reasonably effective against chlamydia and gonorrhea. Contracting chlamydia and gonorrhea is not the end of the world, it is curable with antibiotics but you can also be asymptomatic.

Condoms aren’t as effective at preventing herpes (symptomatically will manifest as open sores) and HPV (symptomatically will manifest as genital warts).

Everyone who is able to should get the HPV vaccine, regardless of gender or sexuality. HPV is the most common STI. Most cases resolve on their own within 2 years, but for those that don’t, it can lead to cancers of the cervix, vagina, vulva, penis, anus and throat. Almost all cervical cancers are caused by HPV. The vaccine is extremely effective.

Even if you believe you have been safe and are asymptomatic, get tested regularly. At least once a year. (Even if you are in a long term monogamous relationship).

In summary:

Try your best to be safe but in real life, shit happens, so at least stick to these three things: 1) know your safety boundaries prior to sex and don't change them for anybody, 2) talk/ask about STI status before anything begins, and 3) get tested regularly.

CONSENT IS MANDATORY.

Communication is what makes sex good. Talking about sex is sexy. :)

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narrynukezankielover · 2 months

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If you are a Jared or Sam fan please don’t read this. If you are a Jared or Sam fan and you leave a comment I will block you without reading it so don’t bother. The end of season 6 (ep 20, 21 and 22) seems like a turning point for Destiel to me. Maybe I’ve read too many gay fan fics but it just seems like their relationship changed in these eps. Like before this point they obviously had feelings for each other but they both thought it was a crush and they both thought it would go away. Then in these eps it feels like because of the storyline they both kinda accepted their own feeling but too afraid to say anything.

In The Man Who Would Be King (think that’s right) from the very beginning of the ep there was a difference in the boys.

They were lying to each other and couldn’t even look each other in the eyes.

It looked like it was physically hurting Dean to lie to Cas and to even think that Cas was lying to him. He’s been lied to before usually by Sam and he gets pissed off but this isn’t a hurt by your brother look.

If Cas is just a friend to both Dean and Sam why is it that Sam had no problem believing Cas could lie to them and go behind their backs (that to me isn’t even friend behaviour) yet Dean defended Cas. I find it funny that Cas and Dean think they are hiding their feelings yet Bobby and Sam had to question Dean to find out what he said to Cas so obviously they know what affect they have on each other and that it’s not just friendship.

“You’re distracted.” “I’m holding up my end.” “Yes but what else are you holding up. The stench of that impala is all over your over coat angel.” So Crowley thinks Cas and Dean are haveing sex in the car by the sounds of it. I just found this funny considering only a few eps before the angel told Dean Cas was in love with him.

The fact that Cas was loosing his mind yet he still had to protect Dean and yet again he protected Dean first before Bobby and Sam and there was a small pause before he said “my friend.” It was like he wasn’t sure what to call Dean. Even at the end when Dean called Cas his family I think it surprised him. As soon as Dean said family Cas looked shocked. I think sometimes in the season he thought Dean just called him because he needed help not for any other reason and then knowing Dean thinks of him as family really surprised him. I know Dean said Cas was like a brother to him but I think he just didn’t know how to express his feeling without actually saying the truth and that was the easiest thing to say.

The moment tho that for me it all changed was when Cas was in the oil fire. Dean told Cas to look his in the eyes. It sounded like I know Bobby and Sam are here too but how could you do this to me. I’m different from them.

They both looked like they were trying not to cry. Both their eyes were glassy. Even Dean looking back at Cas before he left was emotional. He didn’t want to leave Cas in that fire. That whole scene to me was them admitting the truth to themselves.

In ep 21 I can’t believe how emotional this scene was. Like all Dean said was that Cas and Crowley can kiss his ass. Cas looks so hurt and scared and Dean has to actually put his hand up to his mouth to stop from crying.

I find it interesting that this is when they choose to get Lisa and Ben out of Deans life. I’m happy that they finally did it but it’s just interesting timeing. They could’ve done it at any point but no they chose to do it during this very Destiel episode.

I’ve heard that whenever Cas dies (which I’ve also heard is quite a few times) Dean gets depressed and suicidal. I guess in The New Boss was the beginning of it. I’m pretty sure drinking that much alcohol and watching Asian cartoon porn is considered depressed.

When Cas went to the church and the homophobic priest was trying to tell the people how god hates gay people and Cas says “your wrong. I’m utterly indifferent to sexual orientation.” They didn’t have to have the priest talk about gay people but they did. Then Cas confirming his opinion on it.

Then when they were trying to get death to kill Cas (I’m not convinced Dean would’ve let him actually do that) when death said there was more then just souls in Cas Dean looks worried for Cas. If he was willing to let death kill him he wouldn’t have been so worried.

Every time in these eps that Cas came it was always to talk to Dean never to talk to Sam. He didn’t care what Sam thought he just wanted Dean to understand what he was doing. Even when he thought he was going to die he was trying to make up with Dean. Bobby was in the room and Sam was in the building but it was Dean he wanted to make up with and it was Dean he said he was going to redeem himself to. He f*cked over a lot of people but he didn’t say I’m going to redeem myself to everyone or even you guys (as in Dean, Bobby and Sam). It was just Dean.

Last thing I think this was the first time I ever seen Dean choosing to save someone other than Sam first. When Dean went to get Sam and seen the jar of blood on the floor he had no idea what happened to Sam. Any other time he would’ve went back to Bobby with the blood and told Bobby to handle it so he could go find Sam but this time he chose to stay and save Cas. Even when those monsters took over Cas body Dean told Bobby to go get Sam. By the sounds of it he is starting to put Cas ahead of Sam. I like that.

#castiel #dean winchester #dean x castiel #cockles

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Chapter 14 No time to die

Chapter 14 of Moonlight

A/N- Aemond’s trying to be like Daemon, but we all know who’s really like her uncle/step-dad.

Warning- Swearing, angst, some fluff, blood, death and violence, SPOILERS for future events of HOTD.

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood

(If you want to be tagged let me know)

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Control your wife Aemond. That’s what they’re telling him now.

What she did is not lady like. It’s like living with a bunch of Septa’s now, everyone tells you how you should act, that you aren’t ladylike. But you are! Can’t ladies like being a part of battles and also like gowns and being kept all pretty all at the same? Your great great grandmother Queen Visenya was like that.

They want you to treat Astraea like some pet, rather than what she is, a dragon! They want you to be seated by a fire as if you’re not a warrior from both sides of your family!

Fuck them! Fuck their allies, you’ll end them all.

“How’s he doing?” You ask Vanessa as you lay your head back on the tub.

“Drunk on milk of the poppy,” she responds. “His face is getting puffier because of it…or so they say.” She walks to the tub and pours a sweet scented oil in the water so that sweat and blood smell washes off your body.

“Gods are cruel to keep him alive,” you grumble and sink further in the hot water. “I wish I could see him. See what karma has been doing to him.” But no, only a selected few can go see Aegon; his mother, Aemond, some maesters, and his mothers servants. Everyone else is forbidden from entering. And the only way you get information is because Vanessa is friends with one of the servants.

“Not enough,” Vanessa responds and walks away from the tub.

You giggle and close your eyes to try and find some peace while Aemond is getting his ear talked off about what happened earlier.

“Hey, I thought about it, I want to get rid of my braids,” you let Vanessa know. “Let my hair be loose. Perhaps it’s not the best with the babies coming in a few months, but I want to change my look.”

“That sounds good, I’ll undo your braids on the morrow,” Vanessa of course agrees with you. “I’ll go buy hair accessories so we can put it in your hair.”

You smile softly. “That will be marvelous. Before you go, remember to tell the girls to let the birds sing. It might not be affective, but words are words.”

Vanessa hums in agreement seconds before the door opens.

“Control your wife,” Aemond interjects exactly what you knew they’d say. “That’s what they’re telling me. They’re threatening to chain Astraea in the dragonpit.”

You slowly open your eyes and push yourself to sit up, noticing Vanessa slip away to leave Aemond and you alone.

“They can try, she won’t let them. And when they can't, do they want to lock me up too?” You ask him as he takes his long coat off. “Whip me for going against them? They attacked Astraea. I defended myself after almost getting killed.”

Aemond sighs and takes all his tops off to just be in his pants. When he takes his shoes off he finally makes his way to you. “They won’t hurt you,” he assures you as he sits by the tub. “They won’t touch you. I told them what happened. They deny it.”

Of course they deny that they demanded you get killed. No one would be stupid enough to admit that, nor are you pointing fingers. You’re simply complaining out of anger. You still need to be close to tear them down after all.

“Perhaps this gives you a reason to stay here?” He says as he takes his leather hair tie off, letting his long blond-sliver hair fall over his shoulders.

You want to smile, but due to his question you hold it back and lean towards him to scoff against him. “Uh, no. I have dragon blood, I’ll ride. And if I meet a dragonriders death then I know I have fought well.”

Aemond exhales in annoyance, but you see his little smile. “Has the maester come to check on you?” He asks as he grabs your hand and gently caresses it, not caring if he’s getting wet.

You offer him a sweet smile as you shake your head. “No, but I feel fine.”

“Y/N.”

“Aemond,” you cut him off. “I’m fine. I don’t feel any pain. No cramps, besides this bath is really helping. I’m okay. I’ll go get checked tomorrow if you’re really worried.”

Aemond holds your gaze for a moment as he thinks, but he soon sighs and gives in to your offer.

“Now,” you say sweetly. “Why don’t you come in with me?” You smirk at him. “You must be tired. I can give you a nice head massage. Relieve your stress.” You talk sweetly.

Aemond reaches for your cheek and caresses it. “How about I treat you tonight? You treated me well this morning.”

You don’t argue, you pull back and wait for him. Once he’s in the water he climbs behind you and pulls you back to rest against him. You don’t say anything for a while, you let him take care of you, and you most of all enjoy the silence because it lets you think.

“I’ve been thinking,” you interject as you fiddle with his fingers that he keeps on your knee. “With…Jacaerys gone,” you swallow thickly and try your best to avoid falling into your grief at this instant. “We should strike Daemon next. He doesn’t seem to be moving, nor has he asked for more support of the new dragonriders. With their forces split, and with only one dragon we can hit him hard and take him out of the board. He’s the Black's most important piece.”

Aemond sighs. “I thought you were supposed to be relaxing.”

You are, you’re just planting your seeds and keeping promises.

“I am,” you answer quietly and tilt your head to his shoulder to look up at his face. “This is mindless talk. I’m just sharing my thoughts. Unless you want to talk about how handsome you look right now, or how my seamstress is making the best gowns to prepare for when I get bigger.”

Aemond smirks as he brushes his fingers on your jaw and down your neck. “You’ll talk to me about them eventually. You always have.”

You grin. “Yeah well, my cousins were always far. Helaena never found much interest in that. And all the other highborn ladies my age never liked being my friend. You listened so I talked.”

Aemond hums. “Tell me then,” he says.

You smirk at the ceiling. “Well,” you go on and let him caress your body with his long and warm fingers. “Since winter is coming we’ve added long sleeves, but you know I find them very constricting so we’ve made some sheer, others have slits so they fall off my arms. Or we've added cloaks to go over the thinner dresses. I’ve decided that I want to wear more Velaryon colors, so those dresses are adorned with pearls and silver. The purple dresses also have silver, oh! And she’s embroidering dragons on them too!”

Without any complaints, without nodding to sleep, Aemond listens to every word, just like he would when you were kids. Sometimes, in some moments your relationship feels like it was before Lucerys death, and it’s nice and beautiful. Albeit that fact always lingers in the back of your head, never letting you forget.

“There’s this one dress that is two pieces, a darker sleeveless cloak over the lighter and silk lilac dress,” you continue. “And it’ll have dragonscales that sort of cascade down the skirt. It’s truly beautiful. And of course she’s made red gowns with gold. But oh! She made me this beautiful purple night gown.”

Out of excitement you get out of the water and rush to the rack to grab the nightgown and throw it on even if your body is still wet. “Look!” You exclaim and run back to him to show off the beautiful nightgown designed for you.

Aemond gets out of the bath and wraps the towel around his torso but his eyes never leave you. He smiles and his eyes soften. “You’re beautiful.”

The night gown was constructed of a light lilac silk that had slits that showed your bare legs. A shear cover connected to the top but as it flowed down it worked as a second skirt, a cover. Since you can’t sleep with any accessories on, there’s flame designs on the skirt.

“Can you imagine when I get bigger?” You ask and approach him. “Two babies. I probably won’t be able to walk.” You giggle and when you reach him you wrap your arms around his neck. “You’ll be with me though, right? I don’t want to do it alone. It’s two,” you whisper with concern.

Aemond holds your arms and gently caresses them. “I will,” he assures you. “Wherever I go, you’ll go. I won’t leave you alone. And nothing will happen to you. I’ll make sure of it.”

You offer him a nervous smile before you lay your head on his chest. Aemond embraces you tightly and makes sure to caresses the back of your head.

“You’ll make it. I swear,” he adds. “You’re strong. And that won’t take you away from me.”

You sigh and now grow worried about that too, it’s not just one babe, it’s two. There’s double the risk that you’ll meet your end that day, and that thought terrifies you. You don’t want to die that way.

If only you could have your mother with you when the twins come…

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*A FEW MONTHS LATER*

Dear Jacaerys

Hm, last time I wrote a letter was for Lucerys, to manage my grief in the only way I could while I lived with the people who are guilty. Now I write to you…how tragic is that?

I wonder if mother ever thinks all this is worth it? I sometimes think it’s not, I mean we lost you already. We lost Viserys too that same day. We lost Visenya, Lucerys. Grandmother. That Iron Throne isn’t worth it.

But, then I grow angry. And when I'm angry I know that it has to be worth it. All the loss has to be worth something. That’s what keeps me fighting. That’s what keeps me trying to accomplish my promise to you, little brother.

Anyway, you must want to know what’s going on, well I’ll tell you. Daeron has joined the war. I forget he exists sometimes. Regardless, he’s helping the Hightower army and winning, so he hasn’t come to King's Landing. Other battles rage on but that’s not really important now.

What is important is the fact that what once was a seed, is now a blooming lively flower. Aemond took my idea, we march to Harrenhal tonight.

The council was against his plan—or mine that he took as his own. But he ignored them all, now he, me and Ser Criston are marching the entire army of four thousand strong to Harrenhal. I of course warned our mother a fortnight ago. Here’s what I wrote,

“Aemond, Ser Criston, and I will march with the entire army to Harrenhal in two weeks' time, on the day of the full moon. Warn your husband. And I ask one thing, please take care of Aerion, he will remain at King’s Landing with my handmaiden Vanessa, please take them under your care.

Other than that, come take your throne. And I hope you keep my ring safe, I will return to you to get it back.”

You know how much I dislike Daemon, but he’s mothers greatest asset, her happiness after losing so much. I can’t deny her what little she has of it. So I’m putting my grudge aside for now for her.

Will he heed my warning? Who knows, mother sent back dragon glass to tell me that she received my message, so let’s hope they do.

Anyway, yes, I am 8 months along, so what am I doing flying to a potential battle? Aemond doesn’t want to leave me behind, nor do I actually want to be apart from him. It’d be a mistake and I’m too scared with the babies coming so soon. Then again…if they’re Cregan’s perhaps I have made a grave mistake by going with Aemond….

It’s a good thing the Hightowers have dark hair, and I do have some Baratheon blood in me from our grandmother Rhaenys, so if they come out with dark hair that’s my best excuse…Fuck. Let’s hope they both come out silver-haired.

I miss you, I love you.

Your sister, y/n.

It’s been 19 days since that letter was written, it’s been 19 days of flying over a long trail of soldiers frightened of a battle that might await them at Harrenhal. It’s been even longer since you wrote your mother that warning. No one has said anything about her taking King’s Landing since you all started your journey, so your nerves have been eating away at you.

If she has though you’ll know sooner rather than later considering you’re approaching the castle at Harrenhal, and Daemon hasn’t come out to give Aemond a ferocious meeting. In fact it’s quiet in the fact that metal doesn’t sing as it hits against each other, horse hooves don’t stomp on the ground like thunder in the sky, and cries don’t erupt from the ground.

Still Aemond is cautious, he lands first while he has you wait upon Astraea in the sky. He returns to you not so much longer and gives you the all clear with a nod.

So your mother heeded your warning?

Astraea lands outside the castle walls beside Vhagar, and 19 days of going up and down rope ladders with a huge fucking belly doesn’t get any easier.

Maybe staying home wasn’t such a terrible idea. Soaking in a bath sounds nice at this very moment…

Regardless, since you’re slow to dismount your dragon, Aemond is already waiting for you on the ground, he watches you carefully since he can’t reach you. And when you are in his arms length, he quickly grabs you and helps you down. He did the same thing for 19 days. If he could, he would climb all the way up and carry you down, but he can’t do such a thing.

“Come on, I’ll arrange our chambers so you can rest,” he whispers in your ear as he takes the helm off your head.

You grab his arm and wait a moment there to catch your breath. “Yes, just let me…” you trial off and exhale as you also grab onto your huge swollen belly.

Aemond’s gaze stays on your face, you can feel his stare as watches for any sort of discomfort you’ll express.

Besides your usual discomfort that you’ve felt since the twins grew bigger though, you’re fine.

“Okay,” you breathe out. “I'm better. It just doesn’t get easier. Especially with that stupid helm on my head,” you whine and stand up straight. “I can barely breathe as it is with the twins, and now that. I swear.”

Aemond scoffs. “It’s for your own good. People want to use you to spite me, or your mother. The Battle at the Gullet proved that. I don’t want to run any risks.” He hangs your metal helmet on his side and hooks your arm around his. “Come, it seems we’re celebrating tonight.”

Yes. We are.

Aemond leads you towards the entrance that now has Aegon’s green banners on the side of the grand gates. It stands out amongst all the scorched grass and black haunting walls. Once you’re past the gates, rather than being received by a devious man, you’re welcomed by The Hand, Ser Criston Cole, and some of his soldiers.

“My Prince,” Ser Criston Cole greets with a bow. “Princess. Welcome to Harrenhal.”

The others welcome Aemond and you, their Prince and Princess Regent with silence. Daemon and his soldiers aren’t here anymore, besides the people that lived here already the castle is left deserted.

He heeded your warning. Good.

How will Aemond react to this though? He came expecting a battle, now all that welcomes him is disappointment. So you watch him, you see him study the castle and all the soldiers that watch him for a sign of anger; because his anger is a fearsome thing, ever since he became Prince Regent you’ve seen him display an anger that’s strange to you. It’s kind of frightening.

“It seems Daemon and his River Scum,” Aemond breaks the silence and catches you off guard by how calm he is by this fact. “Rather flee than face my wrath!” He proclaims.

Sure. That’s what it is.

“Let it be known that Daemon Targaryen is a craven!” Aemond exclaims proudly, bringing excitement to the men who had done nothing but walk and be scared for 19 days.

“We celebrate tonight and tomorrow we plan,” he finishes and then surprises you by pressing a kiss on the side of your head.

The men’s clamoring grows louder, and as it does Aemond looks around the courtyard. “Wench!” He shouts and pulls you towards an older woman with brown and grey hair. “Bring out three of your best handmaidens, and have them come meet your princess. Have our chambers prepared and a warm bath ready for the Princess.”

The lady bows her head and quickly scurries off to do what she was told, leaving you alone with him by an entrance to the castle while the others gathered towards the center of the courtyard.

“<Aemond,” you interject in High Valyrian. “You seriously aren’t going to leave me alone. Let me come with you, I know you’ll meet with Ser Cristion and the others for a short discussion.>”

Aemond cups your cheeks since your arms are covered with black gleaming armor, and leans in. “<I won’t be gone long. I’ll go have dinner with you in our chambers. But you are to rest for tonight. You can join me tomorrow.>”

You widen your eyes to plead, but he just presses a soft kiss on your lips and then caresses your belly safely guarded under chain mail.

“<Go take that armor off its too heavy.>”

You scoff. “That’s not the only thing. I wish they’d come out already,” you whine.

Aemond snickers and presses his forehead against yours. “We’re close to meeting them.”

You can’t help your smile even though they’re currently a pain. However, you then grow sad over the child you left behind. He’s one now, he can walk, and he got all sad when you said goodbye. He had the saddest blue eyes that gleamed with tears. It broke your heart.

But hopefully he’ll feel better with your mother there with him. He did adore her before.

“And we’ll return home soon,” Aemond assures you without needing to be told what had made you so upset. “Now, go. They’re waiting.”

You look back at the door and see three women, they all have dark hair; one is short and plump with kind brown eyes and a nervous smile you know she’s just putting on out of courtesy. Another was average height and curvy, she didn’t smile, she didn't meet your gaze, she kept her head ducked. And the third woman is tall and slim, you can’t tell if she’s young or old, her dark green eyes meet yours without shame and with a certain confident determination; she isn’t beautiful, but she is charming in a sense. She’s kind of frightening too.

“Aemond,” you plead again and face him.

Said man brushes the loose strands of hair out of your face and again just comforts you. “I’ll be there soon, my love.”

You exhale and nod. He gives you another kiss but you don’t return it this time because you get upset that he’s leaving you with a bunch of strangers that were just loyal to Daemon, not so long ago—And neither of them know that you’re secretly supporting your mother so what if they try to poison you?

Aemond scoffs in response to your refusal, but not out of anger he finds it amusing. “Be careful,” he tells you.

You roll your eyes to the side. “I hope you find me dead in the tub,” you grumble and then turn on your heels and walk to the door. Of course four guards follow behind you, and the girls that came out to greet you also follow you inside in between the guards and you.

It’s a silent walk for the most part as one of them guides you to your chambers through the twisted halls, but you hate it, especially if they might think of you as an enemy. So you do the best thing you can and at least try to befriend them. Just so at least if they had it planned, now they won’t kill you.

“I don’t know how long I’ll stay but, the three of you will still help with plenty in my current state, so is it okay if I know your names?” You ask them.

The nice looking lady guiding you looks back and smiles as she introduces herself. “My name is Riven, Princess. I’m at your service.”

You offer her a kind smile. “Nice to meet you, Riven.”

“I am Lys,” the serious woman introduces herself. “My Princess.”

You smile at her and then glance at the third girl—lady?

“I am Alys Rivers, Princess,” she says and bows her head.

“Well It’s nice to meet you all, and I’m sorry in advance for my attitude, it’s been all over lately,” you giggle.

Alys shakes her head. “Not to worry, we understand. You must be extremely tired. I don’t know how you’re traveling with how far along you seem to be. It’s brave”

You tap your belly and shake your head. “Thank you, and I truly don’t know either. Love for my husband perhaps, or a sense of anger for the prince that once resided here.” You say and look ahead.

“Anger is the best motivation, revenge is even better,” Alys interjects.

You glance at her over your shoulder and slowly smile wider. “I couldn’t have said it better. Nice.”

The corner of her thin lips pull to a smile, and she follows by bowing her head as a thanks.

Now, once they take you to the chambers you’ll be staying at, they're quick to prepare a bath and take your armor off. They help as gently as they can, and once you’re in that bath it feels like heaven, it doesn’t fail to lull you to sleep after a long day. So by the time you’ve changed into your evening gown and dinner approaches, you can’t even stay awake that long.

The slumber that took you captive was so deep that you didn’t even wake when Aemond walked in just at the time he said he would join you. He finds you laid back on the bed, snoring quietly, and your belly pointed at the ceiling.

He thought you looked too precious to wake so he just quietly admires you with a soft awe-struck smile, and then very gently, with the softest touch, caresses your cheek.

He meant what he said those many months ago, he didn’t want to be parted from you. Ever. It was a selfish desire, but it’s one he’s been loyal to since he was a timid boy and you were a rebellious girl always having his back. He can’t even stand the thought of losing you, so the safest place for you is at his side. And if it comes to it, if it comes to choosing, he’d choose you over the twins on that birthing bed, he’d choose you over even Aerion. The world could burn before he lost you.

Nevertheless, you slept through the night without waking up. When you did it was dawn, or it seems like it, it’s raining outside so it’s difficult to know. It just isn’t very dark outside anymore. But most importantly Aemond is sleeping beside you.

He looks peaceful. Beautiful under the soft light. It’s still so bizarre how much love you still possess for him—or really a man you know is still in there, buried for only you to see. There’s a good side to him, a sweet and caring side to him that he’s carried ever since he was a freckled faced boy who kept to himself. It’s said he lost it now that he’s a grown man, but you see it everyday, of course it is different now, but it’s still there, and it’s that sweet side, that protective, caring, and gentle side of him that you’re attached to, that you love deeply and can’t come to hate.

You want to. You wanted to, but…your heart and soul can’t muster up those emotions.

Is it cruel of you? Maybe. It probably makes you a terrible person, but you can’t help from what your heart wants. Perhaps if you hadn’t grown up together you would be able to hate him.

And maybe you still find him attractive, and beautifully majestic. Maybe you cling onto the hope that he’ll change for the better. And…you also hate the thought of him being with someone else regardless of what you did, so you stay with him so he’ll only love you.

However, there is one thing that you know now even with all the love you still harbor for Aemond, if Cregan had asked you now to stay with him, to be his wife over Aemond’s, you’d accept his proposal. Perhaps then you could have avoided disappointment, betrayal, you could have saved your brothers and kept your heart. Perhaps then it would be easier to hate Aemond.

But life isn’t different, you’re here with Aemond, next to him and admiring him as he sleeps—and also working behind his back to secretly destroy his family and the side he’s loyal to.

Life has turned out to be a queer thing...

Oh Aemond, why couldn’t our lives have been easier?

You caress his cheek as he remains asleep, and still can’t help but smile softly at him before you press a kiss on his nose, and then get up. Or you struggle to anyway. And since he stays asleep you try to do what you need quietly, while your mind is loud with many different thoughts.

Like the one most important thing, is it selfish to love both Aemond and Cregan?

It’s not like you haven’t tried letting Cregan go, you’ve tried, but it doesn’t work. No matter what, he’s always with you. He’s still the very breath you need to stay alive…

Gods.

If only you could talk to your mother, she’d know what to say.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Aemond’s voice startles you.

You stop what you’re doing and look back, catching him still laid down with his gaze on you.

“You looked too precious,” you say sweetly. “And you need sleep, Aemond. You’ve been going to sleep late, and waking up early. You can’t manage an army with your mind all exhausted.” You smile and continue to braid your hair.

Aemond hums and keeps his gaze on you. “You missed dinner,” he points out.

You sigh deeply. “I know,” you groan. “Forgive me. I got so tired when I was in the bath. I just wanted to close my eyes for a moment, but I just never woke up. I didn’t even feel when you came in. Sorry.”

He shakes his head and sits up. “Don’t worry. You should forgive me. I’ve been the one dragging you around camp after camp. It probably isn’t easy.”

You laugh softly. “No. So it felt nice sleeping on a bed.”

He hums in agreement and gets out of bed to walk towards you to give you a gentle peck on the lips, before he then walks off to use the chamberpot.

“So what now? What was decided last night?” You ask him loudly so he can hear you.

“We were just discussing shifts, guard posts. And nothing worthwhile. We’ll have a meeting later today about what to do,” he responds.

You slowly shift around and watch him return to the room.

“We’ll go after we break fast,” he adds. “I’ll have it sent here. And after that we'll talk with the maester.”

“Aemond.”

“Y/N,” he counters and faces you as he picks up his clothes. “With you so close to going to labor we'll stay here until after the twins are born.”

You blink and stop braiding your hair to slowly narrow your gaze. “What?” You quip. “But what of Aerion? Aemond I can't possibly stay here. We can’t.”

Aemond puts his stuff down and approaches you, he kneels down in front of you and takes your hands in his. “My love, you can’t possibly keep traveling anywhere else. I doubt we’ll make it back to King's Landing. We’re staying until after the twins are born. And as for Aerion, he’s safe there. No one will harm him.”

You pout. “Perhaps, but I’ll miss him. And my cat.”

Aemond laughs softly as he cups your chin and leans in. “I’m sure you’ll have your hands full with twins soon. Your heartache will hurt less.”

That was no comfort whatsoever.

You sigh nonetheless and continue on. “You’ll join the fights happening around in the Riverlands then?” You ask sadly. “I mean unless we want to flee like Daemon the Craven?”

He was no craven, you can admit that, but it’s what Aemond wants to hear.

“No,” Aemond deadpans and gets up to continue to change. “I’ll fight. Our army will. We aren’t cowards. We’ll show them who the real warriors are.”

You hum softly and once you finish your braid you begin to smile. “Okay Aemond,” you call out and push yourself off the chair.

“Why don’t you ever ask for help,” Aemond grumbles.

You flick your wrist down and brush him off. “I don’t need it right now. Anyway!” You exclaim and waddle towards the vanity to pick up glimmering headpieces. “One of the girls, Alys, helped me pick them out, but I can’t decide between the two.” You turn and show him a silver headpiece that has a silver majestic seahorse from your Velaryon sigil. The headpiece is pretty simple, nothing else decorates the band since the Velaryon seahorse made of tiny shards of sea glass is the main design.

“Or! This one,” you offer him a different option, another silver option, but this time this silver band is made of dragons that wrap around your head and meet at the middle with their heads just slightly pointed upward. This headpiece also has thin chains dangling down the sides.

“Which one will look better with that dark red gown?” You ask as you point to the gown hanging over the long mirror. “Hm? Alys said this one,” you say and raise the dragon one. “But I want your opinion.”

Aemond pulls his shirt on and then looks between both options. He takes a moment before he points to the seahorse one. Albeit you don’t feel convinced with his choice.

“I think I’ll go with the dragon one,” you declare, earning a confused grumble from aemond. “Thanks!”

“You’re wearing your chest armor,” Aemond commands as you put the headpieces back down. “I don’t want to hear you argue.”

You groan deeply. “It’s heavy, and it’s uncomfortable on my breasts. Can’t I just stick with you all day.” You turn and waddle towards the gown.

“You are, but arrows fly y/n, stuff still happens.”

You frown in discontent. “You’re such a worrywart,” you grumble.

“Yeah well I always have to be when my wife is never careful,” he argues.

You roll your eyes to the corner and catch his pressing stare, it makes you giggle and want to argue back. However, as you part your lips, a knock then raps on the door.

“It’s Ser Criston, My prince,” said man announces himself, catching both Aemond and you by surprise. “It’s urgent. Please meet me and the rest of the council at the main hall.” His footsteps then recede, and Aemond and you share a concerned look.

Since Ser Criston said it was urgent, the handmaidens come and help you dress quickly, but you don’t bother to break fast. Aemond and you immediately make your way to the main hall where the commanders, a maester and Ser Criston already wait with worried looks. As if someone had just died.

“What is it, Ser Criston?” You address the man’s concern as you clasp your hands over your belly.

The knight sighs deeply as he looks at Aemond before sharing the urgent news. “A Raven came in this morning. Princess Rhaenyra, and Prince Daemon have taken the capital.”

You stiffen, and hide your proud smirk by clenching your hands and looking down to try and look upset.

“Prince Aegon and Princess Jaehaera escaped along with a few men, but the Queen Dowager and the Queen were left behind,” he adds, causing Aemond to clench his own fists harder, to the point that his knuckles are growing whiter.

You understand his anger, you don’t wish for things to change, you’re proud and gleeful that your mother successfully took King’s Landing back. But you understand why Aemond would be angry.

“How did they know when to attack?” A commander asks the small group of men. “This march was kept secret for a reason.”

You don’t hide by ducking your head, you keep your face serious and your stance firm. You only move to gently cup Aemond’s hand that was forcefully clenching the pommel of the sword you gifted him.

He feels your touch and meets your gaze. He doesn’t suspect you, even if the others watch you with suspicion, he doesn’t doubt you. Even if you, with the help of Lord Larys, are the reason your mother is sitting on that throne now, and why Daemon isn’t here.

“Well mayhaps we shouldn't have to break our heads. Instead we should look amongst us,” Ser Criston counters with anger as his eyes slowly fall on you, and the other commanders look at you too.

They’re accusing you? Yes it was you. But you won’t tell them that. You still need to play your game, there’s much to do.

“Say it, Ser Criston,” Aemond spats out with a fuming look. “Name who you suspect.”

Ser Criston blinks repeatedly and stiffens, whilst you begin to smirk just to piss them off more.

“Perhaps it’s time the Princess stays out of our affairs,” an old Lord with an uneven beard suggests.

You hum and slowly knit your eyebrows in feigned confusion. “Forgive me, tell me your name again?” You sass him.

The man blinks in disbelief and looks around the table as if looking for aid. When he doesn’t find any, he looks at you again and raises his head. “Ser Mayfist.”

You hum with disinterest and let go of Aemond to lean your head forward. “Give me a reason why I should stop coming and I’ll consider not feeding you to my dragon, or have you meet the sharp end of my arrow.”

Aemond scoffs in amusement.

Ser Mayfist glances at Aemond, he sees the anger that hasn’t faded since he found about the news, and cowers, however, Ser Criston is braver, he answers. Not at you though, he doesn’t talk to you. “Pardon my bluntness, my Prince, but she’s the daughter of the Princess. I can’t say you shouldn’t bring her along, but she shouldn’t be here. Her brothers are dead, she has every reason to betray us. To betray you. She could’ve been the leak.”

You look at Aemond, and he meets your gaze and holds it. Doubt doesn’t pass behind his eye, he just sighs and then caresses your belly before pressing a kiss on the side of your head.

“<You. Or me?>” Aemond asks in High Valyrian.

You slide your gaze to Ser Criston and continue to smirk. This time there's malice behind that gesture though. “Why don’t you get your head out of your ass, Ser Criston,” you counter calmly even if you are annoyed. And the knight looks baffled that you dared to talk to him like that after holding your tongue in front of him for every meeting, for years.

“If I wanted to do that I wouldn’t be here,” you continue to sweet talk all of them, like an enchanting song that takes them all captive. “Or I would have killed you already don’t you think, hm? I’m not your mole. I have no desire to help Daemon or my mother. But I’ll tell you, snakes creep in the corridors of the Red Keep. You’ll probably find your mole hiding in the dark corners of the castle.”

“Speak like that about your Princess Regent again Ser Criston and I will have no hesitation in killing you,” Aemond interjects sharply.

Ser Criston bows his head as an offer of forgiveness, but he doesn’t say the words, you know he still suspects you. He might even hate you more now than already did, for some odd reason.

“What we should be asking ourselves is what we are meant to do now?” You change the subject.

Aemond nods stiffly, and then turns around swiftly to storm towards the fireplace lit with burning flames. He clenches his fist and shakes his head before he uses all his pent up rage to swipe the jug of wine off the small circle table by the fireplace, and manages to throw the wine in the fire, causing it to enrage and blow out.

You swallow thickly out of discomfort to this display of anger, but you then just ignore it and walk over to him to grab his arm and lean over to meet his gaze. You don’t say anything, nor does he. He just grabs your hand and caresses your knuckles. He continues to hold your gaze, and as if he found what he was looking for within your eyes, he turns to face his men, and you turn with him.

“Bring Ser Simon Strong to the Courtyard,” Aemond demands. “Along with every man and boy with the name Strong. Drag every bastard out to the mud. Men and women alike.”

You hold onto Aemond and feel your heart jump at the sound of his threat. Yet you don’t show your discomfort. Not there with all the men watching you. You just keep a straight face painted on and follow your husband out.

——

*LATER*

“Let the gods decide if you speak truly,” Aemond’s threatening but cool voice travels over the sound of the pouring rain. “If you are innocent, the Warrior will give you the strength to defeat me.”

Just like he demanded, Ser Simon Strong was brought out—dragged out of his cell and thrown to the courtyard where he was accused of being a traitor to the crown just because he had yielded the castle to Daemon with so much haste. Ser Simon is a traitor, Aemond said, everyone else echoed his accusation, you just stood under shelter and watched the confrontation. You listened as Ser Simon pleaded for his life, swore that he was Aegon’s ally, after all his kin, Lord Larys is a member of the small council. But that man himself is under fire for one, being brothers to Ser Harwin, the supposed father of Lucerys, Jacaerys and Joffrey. And two, well who would trust Lord Larys?

So that exact plea only worked to anger Aemond more. And even if you wanted to do something, (not like you do honestly), no matter what you can’t step in this. It's a fair trial under the law. Everyone else though, all the older and younger men. The children with a bastard name, or the Strong name were dragged out too. And the women were brought out more harshly. How can you help them? Should you?

You sigh and bite the inside of your cheek while you notice a sword being shoved in Ser Simon’s hands.

The man was old and terrified, the fight won’t last long. Still you walk down the steps with servants trailing behind you holding an umbrella, and approach Aemond with a tiny smile.

“<You won’t need it,” you tell him in Valyrian as you cup his jaw. “But good luck.>” You lean in and give him a sweet kiss. When you pull away, Aemond caresses your bottom lip with his thumb before he carefully rubs your belly.

“<Thank you, my love,>” he says and steals one more kiss from you before he turns and slowly unsheathes his sword while he walks to the clearing people left for both men to fight.

It’s not the old man’s life you fear or desire to save, so you watch the duel, you hear the metal sing as the man tries to block Aemond’s swift swings. And just like you predicted the duel doesn't last long whatsoever, Ser Simon is quickly succumbed by Aemond, not only because of his skill, but his speed, his strength and determination. Honestly it’s so impressive that you can’t help but get excited, after all these kinds of things do excite you.

And as Aemond cuts the man to pieces with swift swings you watch his stance and every single move without batting an eye. When he demands the corpse be fed to Vhagar, you clap at Aemond’s success and run over to stand by his side.

Aemond wraps his arm around your waist and kisses the side of your head before he pulls you with him towards the others; the old and young men, the bastards and the women drenched in rain not knowing what’s going on. After all, in cases like these only the man in charge and those who follow him die, not everyone else.

“Let’s make this quick, my y/n and I need to break fast,” Aemond says without any ounce of remorse. You on the other hand grow stiff and guilty.

There’s nothing you can do to spare the old and young men. One by one they met Aemond’s sword and begin to stain the dirty puddles red. It’s the innocent that you can’t stand behind and watch die though, your heart can’t take it, so you quickly try to step-in in the best way you can and will guarantee mercy.

“Aemond, my love,” you interject and grab his wrist and push down the arm he’s holding his sword with. “Perhaps the children can be used as soldiers, or cup bearers, servants, and stable workers? With such a large army I’m sure our men will appreciate the help.”

Aemond holds your gaze, and you feel his grip loosen around his sword.

“My prince, those same boys will grow and seek revenge for today's actions,” Ser Criston rebuttals, making you clench your jaw and roll your eyes towards him. “We can’t spare a life.”

Aemond takes in every word and glances down to think, so you cut in quickly. “They can try. And if word spreads about some rebellion, they can meet a quick end, they’re no match against our dragons.”

Aemond let’s out a deep sigh and doesn’t respond, he steps past Ser Criston and you, and exhales deeply as he tightens his hold around his sword. “Let it be known,” Aemond announces with his chin up and a scowl on his face. “That your pathetic lives were spared by the goodheart of my y/n. Your Princess. Ser Louis you may use them as you see fit.”

One of the commanders nods and has the children taken away harshly. It wasn’t how you wanted it, but at least they didn’t meet a gruesome end just because Aemond felt like it.

“These wenches though,” Aemond continues and points to the women with the tip of his bloody sword. “Feed them to Astraea and Vhagar.”

Huh?

You snap your eyes to the commoner, lower ranked, and servant women all with the name Rivers or Strong, just sentenced to death. Much like with the children innocent to Aemond’s thirst for blood, you could plead for their lives, but you already pleaded for more than you should have.

Yet there is one woman in the line that catches your eye, Alys Rivers, the woman appointed to be your handmaiden.

She meets your gaze with a pleading look. She’s been nice to you, she’s talked to you more than your other handmaidens have, you can’t just watch her die.

“Aemond,” you cut in one last time. “Please can you spare the life of my handmaiden,” you plead to your husband. “She’s been kind to me. She’s helping me, and will help when the twins come. Shes a wetnurse. I need her. Please.” You glance back at Alys, and Aemond follows your line of gaze, but ends up looking at her with disgust. When he meets your gaze he hesitates, but he can’t resist you though so ends up nodding stiffly.

You sigh with relief and quickly turn around to walk over to offer Alys your hand. She’s hesitant, but she then takes it and bows her head.

“Thank you, Princess,” she says.

You offer her a soft nod and a faint smile before you return to Aemond’s side.

“Come,” he says and pats your hand hooked around his arm. “Let’s go break fast.”

You hum in agreement, but then glance back at the women you couldn’t save and spot Alys watching them all be dragged to the gates that go past the castle walls, and lead towards where the dragons rest. You can’t see her face but you do see her clenched fists. You can’t even imagine her grief; watching everyone you once knew die before your very eyes, and all for what? A whim?

Men are scary sometimes when they seek revenge, but a woman's path of revenge is what everyone should really fear.

Just like yours some are silent, most men are loud with their revenge, their search for some justice, but a woman's? Even if we are loud, people usually doubt women, so when we get revenge it’s unexpected, no one sees it coming, so it’s women everyone should fear. Perhaps we should fear her.

——

*LATER*

What can you say to her after what Aemond did to the people that lived here. People she’s lived with, friends, children she’s probably raised. She’s the only one here too, the other girls haven’t come back since this morning. Aemond is busy discussing matters of war and getting updated on what happened since your mother took King’s Landing.

Perhaps you shouldn’t say a thing, she wouldn’t think it’s genuine, but you feel as if you need to. Besides when Aemond is gone like times like these, without Vanessa here you’ll be rather lonely.

“Uh,” you interject and carefully put a silver ring on your finger. “Where is Riven and Lys?”

Alys turns with your evening gown in hand, and answers. “I don’t know. I tried searching for them but I haven’t been able to find them. I think they left.”

You sigh and glance at the golden ring Aemond gave you. “They’re scared?” You ask.

Alys nods. “They have every right to be. But they’re cowards, standing your ground and fighting back is what makes you truly brave.”

You lift your eyes and look at her approaching you through the mirror. “Yes, that’s right,” you agree in many ways than one.

“Now get up and let me help you,” she says. “You will drive your husband mad with this gown.” She smirks.

You smile softly and use the surface of the vanity to push yourself to your feet. As Alys begins to help you dress you finally express what runs through your mind. “I’m sorry for what happened today. I can’t imagine what you must feel.”

Alys stops what she’s doing and slowly looks at you through the tall mirror. “You tried your best to intervene in today's unjustifiable violence. Your actions will be remembered today.”

She truly has no shame expressing herself. You like it.

So you hum softly in comprehension, and when she continues to help you, you continue more lightheartedly. “I’m glad you were brave enough to stay. I’m grateful.”

“Thank you Princess.”

You smile wider and drift your gaze to your reflection.

“But,” she adds. “I should be grateful to you. You saved me from getting slaughtered. You saved my life.”

You sigh and look at her once again. “We have to save who we can. Just because we’re rulers, doesn’t mean we have the right to be cruel. Just know though, if you betray me or my husband I will have no hesitation in killing you.”

Alys meets your gaze and begins to smirk instead of growing uncomfortable or fearful. “Show me I can respect you and I can be your greatest ally.”

You let out a soft laugh. “You have quite a tongue on you, miss. I admire it.” You grin brightly and nod. “I’ll try my best. Albeit you’ll have to excuse me, I’m growing quite irritable the longer these children stay inside me.”

“I can imagine,” she says and walks behind you to tie the laces. “Twins aren’t easy carrying. But from what I know, they should come out soon.”

You exhale deeply. “I hope. Tell me, have you lived here all your life?”

“Yes, I’ve traveled a bit, but not far and not long. I don’t have much money, so I get to stay here,” she shares. “I can’t say it's been easy, but I’m alive, and that I have fought for.”

“I admire it,” you tell her sweetly.

Alys walks in front of you and meets your gaze. “Does it feel fine?”

You nod quickly since it hasn’t started bothering you right away. “It feels fine.” You walk back to the vanity and reach for the empty plate of oranges. Damn. And you’re still craving more. Considering dinner isn’t until later you won’t be fulfilled just yet. And you can’t really walk around without Aemond, even if you have your guards. Damn.

“Alys,” you call out and turn with the empty plate. “Could you go to the kitchen and get more oranges? Please.”

Said women nods without hesitation and quickly leaves with the plate, leaving you alone.

There’s nothing to do here. Why can’t Aemond come back already?

You blow out air and sit down on the chair because your feet are killing you. “Be nice to me and come out already,” you whine as you pat your overgrown belly. You sit back and glance at the scar on your face. You lift your fingers, and trace the scar with the pad of your fingers.

Those boys you tried to defend that night are now gone…you’ll never see them again—

Thuds suddenly sound outside the door, you grow instantly curious about what it could be, but as you listen for more, nothing fills your ears, not even the rain since it stopped raining. It must’ve been some servant or guard. You drop your hand and pick up the book off the vanity surface, you open it to where you were before, but then the door opens.

Alys just left so she won’t return right away, it must be Aemond!

You look back with a smile, but that quickly dies down as you see a skinny pale man creeping in.

He’s not one of your assigned guards, nor a commander or someone that works under Aemond. He looks terrifying with his deep set eyes and his dark cloak.

“Get out!” You yell out as you quickly get up and face the man. “Get out,” you demand again and look past him to call your guards who let this weird man in. But that’s when you see them bleeding out on the ground. “Get out now!”

Your bow and arrow are at the other side of the room, your dagger is sheathed and hanging over your long mirror.

“I can’t possibly do such a thing,” the man says in a gravelly voice. “I have a message to deliver.”

Fuck. Fuck.

You don’t give away where your weapons are, so you quickly try to bolt to get your dagger, but the man is quicker since your belly is weighing you down, so man catches up to you and quickly, and quite harshly pushes you back. When you come to a stop he proceeds to wrap his fingers around your neck.

“My husband—”

“Stuck in meetings,” he cuts you off. “I saw it. He won’t come. Don’t worry I’ll make sure to leave a part of you behind. I’ll carve out those devils from inside ya so he can keep ‘em.”

You slowly curl your lip to scowl and try to move your leg to kick him, but he catches your attempts before you can do it, and points the tip of the blade against your belly.

At the sudden feeling you freeze now with fear. You’ve never been utterly useless like this, you haven’t been pinned down, unable to defend yourself. You’ve never been threatened so up close like this either. Now that you are, you're horrified.

“Move and I’ll make you watch yourself bleed out.” He sneers by your ear. “When the flames finish engulfing this tower I’ll come back and grab your body to deliver it to your mommy. She can keep your head. And your husband can keep your womb.”

Flames?

Flames are nice to you. You’ve proven that to yourself.

Unless you’re just more high tolerant to fucking heat than you’re fucked!

“Then stop talking and do it!” You snap back in a shaky voice.

The man snickers and slides the blade up. He doesn’t press deep enough to cut you, but when he reaches your neck he drags the blade to the side and presses the blade in to cut just the side.

You grunt and begin to heave. The man then lets you go by pushing you back against the wall. He then runs off to the door and picks something off the ground that was tucked under one of your guards, a torch. You try to move towards your dagger, but he lights the torch swiftly and throws the torch inside.

Before he closes the door though he meets your gaze. And rather than cowering with fear or trying to desperately escape at that moment, you hold his gaze and slowly let a menacing smirk grow on your face.

The man looks at you with disgust and sneers, “crazy bitch.” He then slams the door shut.

After that your smirk fades and panic does set. It’s too high up to jump out, and there’s nothing on the side of the outer walls to use to climb up or down. The door is your only exit, but the fire quickly grows and spreads as if it was feeding something off the ground. The flames block the door.

But! Fire, it doesn’t hurt you like it should, so you quickly run through the fire to get to the door. The fire doesn’t hurt your legs, it tickles your skin, but nothing happens, it’s just the bottom of your gown that begins to get touched by the fiery flames.

However, the door seems to be stuck against something, it doesn’t budge. And the knob is getting hot.

“Someone! Please help!” You cry out in hopes there is someone nearby to help you. You slam your fists against the door and continue to yell out for help, but to no avail, thick smoke fills the room and crawls into your lungs quickly, causing you to begin coughing.

Maybe this fucking tower isn’t so high up. You turn, but stop as you see that the flames now eat away at your bed, they’re growing on your vanity, on every piece of wooden furniture, it combines with the flames from the fireplace. It already blocks the window. There’s no balcony in this damn room, so you can’t run there.

The room is getting engulfed by fire quickly; every curtain, the rugs, the sheets on the bed, leaving you to see only bright furious orange and red flames. They continue to eat away at your gown too, making the red color truly glow red as the fire burns it away. It melts the golden chains that hang down your shoulders, and the silver ring on your hand.

The only thing that the fire doesn’t destroy is you, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t eat away at your skin, or the hairs on your arms, or the silver-white hair on your head. You’re untouched, being able to only watch, feeling the fear slowly fade away and turn to anger. Once again someone’s trying to kill you, but they failed again, they only worked to make you angrier, and only worked to fuel your thirst for revenge.

Thus you watch the flames, you watch it all burn away with a cold stare and faint smirk. You can only imagine the commotion outside, the panic, the pride the creepy man might feel. They would have let Aemond know by now, Ser Criston is probably holding him back from barging in—If he actually cares though.

You could use this moment to escape, return home, maybe even go to Cregan…

But there’s still much to do, there’s still people to take down, and promises to keep. Plus you want to see the look on the creepy man’s face when you come out alive.

He’ll shit himself.

So when the wooden door crumbles when the wood doesn’t hold it up right, you walk past the door frame, and past the burnt corpses of the guards. The hall is engulfed in flames too, most likely so no one could have the chance to save you, but you walk through those furious flames and stride through the twisted halls left empty because of the fire that basked every inch of the tower. All to make sure you would die.

Fuck them. It’ll take a lot more to kill you.

Once you approach the tower's doors they’re slowly getting eaten away by the flames, and you can hear the panicked cries of people, the shouts of Ser Criston instructing men to hold Aemond down. When you touch the wooden doors, a deafening prideful song echoes from Astraea, you recognize her right away.

When you push the flaming doors open the commotion is quickly cut off. Everyone freezes and watches you, the figure walking out of the burning tower, untouched by fire. When you walk past the doors you raise your chin and find Aemond getting held back by guards, his eye gleaming with tears, his nose and eyes red, and tears rolling past his eyepatch. When he realizes you’re not an illusion, he pushes away the men and doesn’t fret to rush to you.

You on the other hand look around the crowd, you see people whisper amongst themselves with shock and disbelief, and Ser Criston and the other commanders look horrified. There’s one person, perhaps more but you only notice her, Alys Rivers looking at you with awe. Albeit Aemond then wraps his green cloak around you to cover your exposed body and steals your attention away.

“Y/N,” he says with panic as he faces you and cups your cheeks. “Are you hurt? Are you okay?”

He was crying.

You blink and lose the anger from your face, and the numbness that took over as you walked through the halls. Fear once again strikes in you as you fully take in what just happened.

“Aemond,” you whisper softly and touch his chest.

Said man lifts your head and spots the blood coming out of the cut the man left on your neck. “Who did this?” He sneers and tilts your head down to meet your watery gaze.

You look at the crowd and see him trying to run through the crowd. He was trying to run out the front gates. He won’t get far though, Astraea is close, you know she’ll be waiting for him.

“A man. He’s trying to run out the gates,” you mutter. “Astraea will catch him though.” You assure him.

Aemond holds your gaze and doesn’t move to catch the man, he looks into your eyes with his glossy eye and tightens his hold on your jaw as relief is all you read off him.

“<My love,>” he whispers, and then presses his forehead against yours to just take in the fact that you’re alive.

“I’m okay,” you assure him softly as you caress his cheeks. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” You press a gentle kiss on his lips, and when you pull back he stares at your lips before he pulls you in for a deeper and more passionate kiss. One he savors, one where he demonstrates all the love he has and fear he had. He doesn’t care that people watch, he kisses you and lets everyone see the love he has for you.

You don’t hold back either and let him take control, you melt into the kiss. You appreciate his love, relish in it proudly, and when he pulls away, you smile at him with glee and relief.

“<Oh my sweet y/n,>” he whispers against your lips before he pulls you in for an embrace. You clutch onto him and dig your head in the crook of his nec. And as he holds you tightly against him you begin to slowly smirk.

Fire doesn’t kill you, but it will kill them. It’s not hard to know that someone from the Green side is the one who wants you dead. They can’t stand the love Aemond has for you, or the control you have over him by simply loving him. But you’ll show them, you’ll burn them all.

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A/N: I'm taking a break I swear.

Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think.

Wordcount: 4k

Warnings: Nosebleed, brief mention of church, Angst, Readers kind of mean to Eddie but she is starting to go really downhill and it's just gonna get worse from here. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

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Part Seven

Saturday, September 27th, 1986

The afternoon sun beat down on the top of your head. The sweet tea you were sipping on kept you from getting too overheated. The weather would start to change soon. It was nice to enjoy some warmth before the fall.

Eddie had the upper half of his body under the hood of your car. The hem of his black t-shirt rising slightly to show the pale expanse of his lower back. You could catch a sliver of the band of his boxers peeking out.

Had you shut yourself away from the outside world so much that a pair of blue checkered boxes were scandalizing? If he kept this up you were going to have to start fanning yourself like the women in those old films to keep yourself from swooning.

The past hour of Eddie working had been silent, making you wonder if he even remembered you were out there with him.

When he showed up to your house he didn’t mention anything about your episode the other day. His eyes traced your body up and down, like he was making sure nothing was out of place. Like he was afraid asking if you were okay would set you off. When he saw everything still in place, he asked you to sit with him while he worked.

Eddie peeked over his shoulder at you, catching your shameful staring. The sides of his mouth twitched at the sight.

You diverted your eyes quickly, pretending to be entranced by the hunk of oiled metal in his hand.

“So,” you started off timidly, hoping he wouldn’t bring up your gawking. “What’s left for the car?”

Eddie turned around to face you fully at this, arms crossed over his chest.

“Why? Are you trying to get rid of me?” He asked smugly.

“No,” you said firmly. “Just wondering. I feel bad for not asking questions about what you’re doing. I also need to know how much I’m going to owe you for all this.” You waved your hand at your car.

“Well, not sure on the price yet. I’ll let you know when I know. There’s a few things I’m waiting for to arrive at the shop that I ordered. Plus, I’m trying to get my hands on this really important part that might take a while to get here. They’re really hard to find,” he announced with a shrug.

“Really? What part is that?” You sat up with your spine straight in your chair, suddenly more interested than you had been. Whatever this was, it sounded expensive. If it came down to it, asking your mom for money wouldn’t be the worst decision you could make. Putting up with her lectures would just be something you’d have to deal with.

“It’s this….thing. It holds the whole car together. Yours is super rusted so it’s a wonder the whole car hasn’t fallen apart while you’ve been driving.”

“Oh, god. That sounds bad.” You pressed a hand to your forehead, anxiety causing a headache to start. You dropped your hand, focusing on the weeds that grew through the crack in the pavement below your feet.

Eddie must have noticed the grimace on your face. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll get you back on the road before you know it. Do you trust me?”

You bit your chapped lips. Did you trust him? Despite his reputation, you had no reason not to trust him. He had shown you nothing but kindness since he started coming around.

You slowly nodded your head.

A wide, beautiful smile spread across his face. That traitorous organ in your chest stuttered at the sight. You worried that you might have to start pounding at your own chest to get it back into a normal rhythm.

“Good,” he sighed like it was a relief, still standing and staring at you.

You shifted your hips in your chair, feeling your skin buzz under his stare. You decided to stand and walk over to the radio propped up on the roof of your car. The feeling of his eyes on you as you sauntered over made you feel alive.

Probably more alive than you had felt in a while.

You loved it.

You fiddled with the station, flipping from a static filled metal station to a country one. Daring a glance at Eddie, you noticed the dramatic nose scrunch he made at the music change.

His face made you laugh. “Got any good tapes with you?” You asked.

“Hm…I think I definitely have a few that you would like in there.” He gestured towards the parked van.

You moved towards his van, a hand placed on the handle, but his body suddenly blocked you from opening the door. You looked up at him confused, wondering if maybe you had overstepped by trying to go into his car.

“Sorry. I just remembered it’s really messy in there. I’ll look around for something, okay?” His voice was urgent. You fought the urge to peek through the window.

“Okay,” you agreed, stepping back and walking back to the radio to allow him some privacy. You could hear him shuffling and cursing under his breath as he dug around in search of whatever tape he had in mind.

It was funny to think maybe it was you causing him to be so flustered.

He held the tape up in his hand triumphantly as he walked back towards you. His body crowding yours as he reached onto the roof of the car to put the tape in. He didn’t move away, he just watched your face as you heard The Smith’s start to play.

You raised a curious eyebrow at him as you let out a little laugh. “Didn’t take you as a Smith’s fan,” you stated.

“They’ve got some alright stuff. Are you a fan?”

“I love them.” You couldn’t help the smile, so wide it was aching your cheeks.

The feeling in the air shifted as ’How Soon Is Now?’ played. His eyes flicked from yours down to your mouth then up to your eyes again.

When had he gotten so close to you?

And how could you get him even closer?

For some reason, the decreasing space between the two of you felt so right, like it was clearing the fog from your head. You wanted to hold onto this brief moment of clarity. A moment in time where your head didn’t ache, your nose didn’t bleed, and the nightmares couldn’t get you. Being here with him felt safe, like Eddie was a protective cocoon that wrapped you up and shielded you from all of the bad things.

“Good,” he muttered, reaching to run his thumb gently across your cheek. So softly like he was afraid you might shatter if he put an ounce of pressure behind his touch.

You wanted to shatter in his hands though. Only because it felt like when you were nothing but pieces, only he would be able to put you back together again.

His eyes searched through yours, a silent question that you didn’t know the answer to. But you wished you did.

His face was closer now, his thumb still on your cheek. You tilted your chin up to reach him as he tilted his head and brought it down towards yours. Your eyes flutter shut, scared that if you keep them open your mind will find a way to ruin this one ounce of happiness.

And just before you could feel his lips on yours, he pulled away.

You snap your eyes open to find him standing a foot away now, hands tucked tightly into the pockets of his jeans.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t- I should probably go now,” he blabbered.

You couldn’t help but feel hurt. He was turning you down. It was a harsh slap to the ego to see him so regretful over almost kissing you.

“Right,” you agreed, keeping your voice light like your feelings weren’t hurt.

His face fell as he took you in. His pity was definitely not what you wanted right now.

He didn’t look at you as he packed up his things, shoving them into the back of the van.

You made it up the porch steps when you heard your name called behind you.

Eddie stood at the bottom of the steps, looking up at you.

“Do you want to go out sometime? With me?” He asked, sheepishly. You could see the way he fidgeted with the rings he had put back on his fingers.

“Like on a date?” You prayed you didn’t sound as giddy as you felt on the inside.

“Yes. A date,” he nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay. I think I’d like that,” you agreed, trying to keep your cool. You could already imagine the happy dance you would do once you shut the door.

“Cool! Okay. Let me get my schedule from work for this week and I’ll let you know when.” That smile was back now. His dimples in full force.

You said your goodbyes, both of you hardly containing your happiness. Once inside, you did your little happy shimmy behind the door.

You peaked out the curtain and laughed when you saw Eddie doing his own happy dance on the way to his van.

Sunday, September 28th, 1986

“I’m going to be late for church,” your mother fretted as she maneuvered down the roads of Hawkins.

You kept your head turned away from her, focusing on the window. It was weird driving by sites where the earthquake still left its proof in the earth. It seemed like some people in town lived their everyday life pretending it didn’t happen, like half of the town didn’t fall into the deep chasms in the ground.

Like there weren't men in suits and people in hazmat gear still hanging around.

Your mom was one of the people who pretended it didn’t happen. She found ways to distract herself, mostly by throwing a fit over something new everyday.

She didn’t go to church every Sunday, but on the Sundays that she did, she made sure everyone knew about it.

And if she happened to be late, she would make sure everyone knew it was because of you.

Her attitude has gotten worse lately. Everything you said was met with a snarky remark. You missed the days where you felt like she worried because she loved you. Now it just felt like you were a burden.

You couldn’t wait for Eddie to be finished with your car so you could feel an ounce of freedom. You loved your mom, but if you had to go grocery shopping with her one more time you were going to lose it even more than you already had.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought of your favorite mechanic.

You didn’t tell your mom that Eddie was working on your car. As far as she knew, you were saving money and trying to get worked into the schedule of the very busy mechanic shops in town.

You chanced a glance at your mother, scared that somehow she can read your mind now and will start berating you for thinking about Eddie Munson.

‘The maniac devil-worshiping serial killer’ she once called him when she saw a picture of him in the newspaper.

You nodded along, agreeing with everything she said because you didn’t know him then. You hadn’t even looked at the picture in the newspaper, His name sparked didn’t spark interest in you like it did now.

You can remember another time, you were having a bad day, the headaches and nosebleeds were constant. It wasn’t long after you left the hospital and you were struggling with the fact that you couldn’t even remember your high school graduation.

You sat on the couch in your mothers living room hugging a throw pillow to your chest. This was before you moved out, watching the evening news with her and trying to act like you weren’t on a downward spiral. His face and name were on the news, discussing his charges being dropped.

Your mom gave you a long lecture that night on who he was, and why you should stay far away from him. Even going as far as saying that if you saw him in the same store as you, then leave.

Back then, you agreed. Willing to do anything to keep yourself safe and your mom happy.

Now you knew she didn’t know him like you did. She would take the gossip and things she heard around town as fact.

“Why would a video store be open on a Sunday anyways?” She asked, bringing you back to the present.

“I don’t know, mom,” you sighed, eyes never straying from the landscape. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Sometimes you felt like you reverted back to your moody teenage years.

The car pulled into the parking lot of the shopping center. “Shoot,” she muttered under her breath.

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot I’m supposed to be volunteering with some ladies for a food drive after church. I really can’t miss it…” She chewed on her lip as she stared at the front door of Family Video.

“Do you need me to get a ride? I can ask Robin,” you offered quickly. You would walk all the way home if it meant you could get the hell out of the car and let her go on about her day.

Your mom thought for a second, like she was pondering if that was allowed or not. You wanted to scream, tell her that you were an adult. Despite your issues, you could still make adult decisions.

“I suppose that’s okay,” she finally said.

You sighed and climbed out of the car.

Steve wasn’t at work today, leaving just you and Robin to man the store on your own.

It was probably the best day you had since you worked there.

“I forgot to ask,” you said as you picked up a stack of tapes that had just been returned. “Do you think you can give me a ride home? It’s not too far from town. I can give you some gas money too.”

“Oh, sorry. I don’t drive. Steve’s picking me up. I can ask him…” She trailed off awkwardly. The unspoken words hanging in the air. Steve probably wouldn’t give you a ride home. If he did, it would not be a fun car ride.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” You waved your hand in the air like it wasn’t a big deal. You wracked your brain for a moment before an idea dawned on you. “Actually, do you have Eddie’s number?”

Eddie agreed immediately when you asked him for a ride home.

He showed up 15 minutes before closing to pick you up. He waved enthusiastically through the store window when he noticed you staring.

All thoughts about being a burden for needing a ride disappeared when you caught sight of his joyous face.

Robin nudged you playfully when she noticed your bashful smile.

“Come on. Let’s finish up so you can go see him,” she said with a smile.

You rushed through closing, excited to get going. By the time you and Robin locked up for the night, Steve was standing next to Eddie’s van. Eddie leaned up against the passenger side door, a forgotten cigarette burning in his hand.

The conversation looked tense. Steve’s hands moved through the air while Eddie kept his mouth pressed in a thin line, his jaw tense.

Eddie lit up when he saw you approach. He tossed the cigarette to the side, stomping it out with his boot. He waved his hand in the air to try to clear the smoke before you got closer.

And they say chivalry is dead.

“You ready to go?” He asked, cutting Steve off mid sentence.

“Yep,” you chirped. “Hi, Steve,” you say politely.

He nodded his head at you as a greeting, not saying anything to you. You could see the way Eddie’s hands turned into fists for a moment as he glared at Steve before seeming to remember that you were standing right there.

He turned and opened the door for you to climb into the van. You could tell based on the crumbs and small pieces of trash on the floor that he had done his best to clean it up. A strong smelling air freshener hung from the rearview mirror.

When he jumped in the front seat he turned and smiled at you.

“Hi.”

“Hi. Thank you for picking me up. I’m really sorry for having to call you…”

“I told you I can give you rides!” He exclaimed. “It’s really no problem. I’m happy I get to see you again.”

There were those damn butterflies again. You covered your mouth with your hand to hide your traitorous smile.

Eddie pulled out of the parking lot. You noticed he was going slightly under the speed limit, surprising because he usually pulls into your driveway like a bat out of hell.

“Do you mind if I stop by the gas station real quick? I just wanted to run in and get a few snacks,” he explained.

“Yep! That’s fine,” you said. Even with him going under the speed limit the car ride was going by way too quickly. Before you knew it, you were pulling into the gas station.

Eddie hopped out of the van. “Do you want anything?” He asked.

You shook your head no.

“Okay, well, I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” he said with a wink.

You watched as he crossed the parking lot. People loitering around the building eyed him suspiciously. Luckily, no one bothered him.

You looked around the van a bit, hoping to get an insight into Eddie. It wouldn’t hurt to snoop a little bit. You were positive if the roles were reversed he would definitely go through your things.

The cloth seats were surprisingly comfortable. You ran your finger over what looked like a cigarette burn that left a hole in the seat. You wondered who sat here before you to leave that permanent mark in his van.

You glanced back over at the gas station, seeing Eddie still roaming the aisles through the large windows.

Deciding the best place to snoop was the glovebox, you popped open the latch and started digging around inside.

Scraps of paper and some trash fell out first. You pushed some tapes aside, thinking that there would be nothing of interest until your eye caught onto pink cloth.

You reached your hand tentatively to grab it.

You held up the cloth to realize it was a pink scrunchy. You checked back to make sure Eddie wasn’t coming out of the store.

You were confused. Eddie wore black all of the time. He didn’t seem like the type to wear a pink scrunchie in his hair. But what did you know?

Setting the scrunchie in your lap, you reached your hand back into the glovebox to see what else you could find. Your hand made contact with smooth glass. You pulled it out to inspect it.

Your stomach dropped when you saw what it was.

Perfume.

Girl's perfume.

You shoved the perfume and scrunchie back where it belonged and slammed the latch shut.

Eddie has a girlfriend.

And if it’s not a girlfriend, then he has a girl in his car enough for her to keep her things in here.

Your stomach dropped and your chest felt like it was cracking in half.

If he has a girlfriend, why would he flirt with you and ask you on a date?

No wonder he didn’t want you to go into his van yesterday to find a tape. He didn’t want you to find out and ruin the little game he was playing.

The driver side door swung open. “Hey, sorry it took me so long. I couldn’t decide on which soda I wanted. But I got you this,” he said as he handed you a bag of M&M’s and a Dr. Pepper.

“Thanks. These are my favorites,” you said quietly.

“You okay?” He questioned. A concerned look crossed over his face as he looked at you, making you wonder how awful you looked right now.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Just really tired.” You did your best to muster a smile.

He looked like he didn’t believe you but decided not to press any further. The rest of the car ride to your house was awkward and quiet, filled with Eddie’s attempts to joke and make you laugh. You could tell your one worded answers were hurting his feelings but you didn’t really care.

He pulled into your driveway and opened the passenger side door to help you out of the van. He walked beside you silently up your porch steps and to your front door.

“Look, are you okay? Because you’re being really quiet, and I don’t know if I did something or if you’re not feeling well…”

You looked up at him, his hair and face illuminated by the porch light you always left on. He twisted and turned the rings on his hand as he searched your face for a clue on why you were suddenly acting so distant to him.

The fact that he was acting so innocent made you even more mad.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” You asked, the words coming out as a harsh accusation.

Eddie looked taken aback for a moment. “Yes- I mean no-” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before speaking again. “No. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Then why did you just say yes so quickly?” You pressed.

“It’s complicated,” he sighed. “I didn’t mean to say yes.”

“He’s lying,” a deep voice whispered in your head, surprising you with its intensity.

The voice was right. Eddie was lying.

Your temples pounded. The edges of your vision start to turn black from the incoming pain.

You needed to go inside.

“I don’t believe you,” you gritted out.

“Why? Did Steve say something to you?” His voice came out strained and angry.

“He’s hiding something from you,” the voice informed you.

“No, no one told me anything. If you don’t have a girlfriend, then what is there for Steve to tell me? And if you don’t have a girlfriend then why is her perfume and scrunchy in your van? Am I some kind of joke to you?” Your voice was growing louder with each word you said. You could feel the anger pouring through your bloodstream.

An unnatural anger that you had never felt before in your life.

You didn’t care if you were overreacting or not. You just wanted to get him away from you.

You turned and unlocked your door quickly, ignoring the pleading look from Eddie beside you.

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Look, can I come in and we can talk about this?”

“He’s trying to use you. Don’t let him in,” the voice that only you could hear stated.

You listened to the voice, trusting it fully. You couldn’t trust Eddie.

“Shit, are you okay? Your nose is bleeding, and you look really pale.” Eddie’s hand reached towards you, but you pushed it away.

“Stay the fuck away from me, Eddie. Don’t come back here or I’ll call the cops and tell them how much of a creep you are,” you spat.

Eddie reared back like he had been hit. His mouth opened as he stared at you in shock.

He didn’t move to reach out to you again as you swung the door open and stomped inside, turning to lock it immediately after it shut.

You even shut off the porch light for good measure, leaving him in darkness.

You crawled to your bed, not caring if he made it back to the van or not. Not even bothering to clean the now drying blood on your face or change out of your work clothes.

How had you not seen he was messing with you? Was he just trying to get in your pants the whole time? Or was he going to butter you up in hopes of getting more money out of you when it came time to pay him for his work? Were he and Steve acting like highschoolers and teaming up to make you miserable? Was Robin in on it too?

One thing you knew for certain, was that you would never trust Eddie Munson again.

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