#feast with me and may we enjoy it together

[unlikely-gravestones]

We’re going to talk about the 1889 meeting. Why? because I’m back on my bullshit after drawing this, and am not done dissecting the episode quite yet.

I want to begin where it all starts going wrong, which in my opinion, is when Dream tells Hob Lushing Lou’s real name. By doing this, Dream inadvertently reveals more of his inhuman nature (knowing the real name and backstory of a person he’s never met). Hob looks at him and says “How do you know all that?”, and Dream deflects by looking down at Hob’s cup and responding with “Your cup is empty, you need more wine.”

Hob doesn’t take the bait. Instead he continues, “You knew Lady Johanna, you know Lushing Lou, you know everyone, don’t you?”. He pushes Dream, because Hob only has scraps of information after centuries of meeting with the man and he wants to know more. Every time they meet he shares his whole being with His Stranger, shares entire lives he’s lived and names hes taken. He’s seen Hob at his best and his worst, and what does Hob know in turn? that he’s immortal like him? that he has some weird sand that subdues people? and now, apparently, that he knows everyone and the life they’ve lived? Still, Dream deflects; “Saw her again, you know.”

And Hob gives in.

I love how he just looks at Dream for a second, then smiles almost bitterly at the table and puts his cigar down before looking back up and indulging Dream. He see’s that this line of conversation will get him no where, that His Stranger is avoiding this subject and will continue to do so whether Hob joins him in that or not. So Hob looks down at the table in acceptance, as if he didn’t expect to get anywhere with his statements but was disappointed nonetheless, and looks back up with a small smile to indulge Dreams avoidance.

But Hob doesn’t let go of it.

When Dream tells him that Lady Johanna undertook a task for him and succeeded, Hob again highlights the fact that he knows practically nothing about His Stranger- albeit in a more straightforward way.

“That might be the only thing I’ve learnt after 500 years.”

To me it feels like Hob doesn’t care about the information itself- Lady Johanna doing anything some 100, 50, 20 years ago means nothing to Hob right now. Its who the information is coming from, what it represents. Dream might have avoided divulging why he knew so many people’s names and stories, and Hob might have temporarily allowed him to, but he had never truly dropped the subject. And the way he looks- Hob naturally smiles a lot, and even now he can’t stop the way his lips quirk despite it being at his own self-deprecation. You can see it written all over his face here and in the above sequence when he puts his cigar down; the humourless way he smiles at his own misfortune.

But Hob is nothing if not persevering, so he brightens up the mood, talks about how people are almost always better than you think they are.

(i just thought this was a nice pic, sorry)

We could also read him opening up to Dream (talking about his mistakes, learning from them even though it feels like it doesn’t stop him from making them- perhaps a little foreshadowing for whats about to come next) as a way of trying to get Dream himself to open up. He is honest with Dream, as he always has been, in the hopes that tonight is the night His Stranger becomes a little more honest with him (though with our current track record of the night, this doesn’t seem likely, but as Hob says...he cant seem to stop making mistakes, and i wonder if this is something he thinks often of himself when Dream fails to meet him in 1989).

Dream looks at him like this:

And maybe its that not-quite smile he gives Hob after his honesty, that emboldens him to say “I think it’s you that’s changed,”. And this, my friends, is where shit well and truly hits the fan. Because suddenly that small smile is gone, though not in anger yet, and Dream asks “How so?”

We all know what happens next. Hob, correctly, supplies the idea that the reason Dream continues to meet him every century, despite them both knowing at this point that Hob will never give up on life, is because His Stranger seeks friendship. Hob understands, of course he does; Dream is the only living constant Hob has, he’s already referred to Dream as his friend because to Hob, that’s what he is- regardless of how much he does or doesn’t know about the man. This is of course when the iconic “YyOUU dAAREREeee,,.,..1..1.1....,,,,.” scene happens, and Hob briefly tries to backtrack. He averts his eyes immediately and looks at the table (a recurring staple in avoidance tonight), gesturing with his hand as he says “No, look, I’m not saying-”, as if trying to explain it any better would make Dream accept it. I like that he seems to backtrack just a little bit, only to double down on it a few moments later. He put himself out there a bit by boldly stating that Dream sought companionship with him, that His Stranger was lonely, and it was evidently ill-received so he backpedals to reduce the damage of his words.

Yet when Dream says “You dare suggest one such as i might need your companionship?”, Hob simply looks at him and says yes. Yes, because he does, and this night has been a sequence of Hob pushing and relenting on what he actually wants to talk about so of course this is the moment he pushes.

And when Dream stands up? When Hob stands? When Hob moves forward?

I don’t know why he moved forward, why he took that step closer to Dream- what was he planning on doing? reaching out and touching him? simply standing closer as if it might keep His Stranger with him for just a few minutes? give him just enough time to talk some sense into the man? I don’t know, but i love it nonetheless.

And when Dream leaves, when Hob chases him. When he doesn’t tell His Stranger that he didn’t need him anyway, doesn’t say good luck finding someone else who understands- but instead says that he’ll wait. That he’ll still be there, 100 years later, because they’re friends and because Hob has faith in him, in them. That if Dream shows up, it’ll be because they are friends.

When he stands there, and quietly but with feeling says “...Fuck.”

Yeah. Good episode.

#this is why dreamling exists despite hob being in half of one episode #the scenes are so charged and theres so many small actions that create a bigger picture #anyway #could you tell this has been on my mind #feast with me and may we enjoy it together #1889 hob is my bestie btw #oh also i rewatched this episode the other day and im pretty sure 1689 hob had super long hair #so #i love hob in all forms but 1889 hob is just mwah #i mean look at him #dreams hair is a bit short in 1889 and it throws me off but WE LOVE HIM ANYWAY #im sorry this is so long i did not intend for it to be a whole essay #but #there was so much to decipher #the sandman #hob gadling #dream of the endless #morpheus #hob x dream #sandman #the sandman netflix

[axelsagewrites]

Ragnar Lothbrok*Pet

Pairing: Ragnar x f!captured reader

Kinktober Day twenty-four: thigh riding/dry humping with Ragnar Lothbrok – after taking a Christian girl prisoner he decides to show you the pleasure a heathen can feel

Word count: 1491

Warnings: talks of religion, religious corruption, religious guilt, teasing, heavy flirting, mini crisis of faith ig, being ragnars pet/prisoner, making out, thigh riding, smut 18+

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“She is a Christian,” Floki whispered in Ragnars ear as the pair studied the girl presented to them, “We should get rid of her, not drag her around with us. She will only slow us down,”

While Floki’s eyes bore into Ragnars skull the kings’ eyes lingered elsewhere. They had taken your village some days ago when one of his men found you hiding in the forest. The sight of you on your knees, even if it were to pray to a false god to survive, was enough to convince Ragnar.

“I should like to keep her,” he said, watching how your lips wrapped around the words you mumbled, “Untie her hands,” he commanded one of his men as Floki sighed.

“What is it with you and your Christian pets? At least keep her hands bound,” he tried to reason but Ragnar just shook his head. He knew you wouldn’t run.

A couple of weeks had passed of successful raiding and gold was beginning to pile up around him. Ragnar sat at the makeshift feast they had decided to throw after taking another village however his eyes were once again on the Christian girl who sat across from him. At first you used to flush under his gaze, a sight he enjoyed and often tried to tease out by whispering pretty words in your ear.

Ragnar leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, “What are you thinking about?” he asked, your eyes snapping up to meet his.

“That I may sleep soon. The night is growing long,”

“That is an excellent idea. Perhaps I should join you,” he said, smirking at the way you began to stutter and flush, “Tell me something. Where you married before?”

You paused for a moment before answering, “No, why?”

Ragnar shook his head, “well I heard,” he said, leaning in closer and grinning as you did the same as his voice dropped to a whisper, “that it is only the married ones who get fucked,”

“I-well-I- yes it would be a sin otherwise,” you stuttered out, face growing hot as Ragnar poured himself another glass of wine. “I’m not even supposed to talk about…that,”

“Why not?”

“It is a sin,”

“Why?” he asked, tilting his head like a curious child.

The awkward smile worn on your lips made a real one grow on his face, “Because god said so,”

“Have you spoken to god,”

“Well, no,”

“Then how do you know?” a frustrated sigh left your lips that made Ragnars grin widen. He was getting to you and enjoying every moment of it. he leaned in closer once more, whispering for your sake more than anything,” Why would a god create something so beautiful then not let you appreciate its wonders?”

“It is a sin,” you clung to the excuse, realising you did not know why either.

The laugh that left his mouth however caught you off guard and your lips twitched, almost forming a smile at the smile on his face. That was until he spoke again, “Perhaps we should sin together one time,” he said, standing and grabbing his cup of wine. Before he could leave, he sauntered over to whisper one last thing in your ear, “And the idea of you falling apart on my cock is enough to make me believe in my god,”

A few more weeks had passed and soon you would be heading back with the raiders to their land. Despite still being wary of many of the men some, Ragnar specifically, had grown on you. “Where will I stay when you take me back with you?” you asked one night as you began to brush through your hair.

Ragnar glanced at you as he began to unlace his boots. While he had unbound your hands, he had insisted on keeping you in his tent, thankfully on your own bed, thought you wondered if this was for his entertainment or safety, “I will find somewhere for you,” he answered simply before reaching to pull his shirt over his head.

Despite seeing this sight many times, the way his muscles flexed, and his tattoos gleamed against his skin made a tingle shoot through your spine. “So, I won’t be a slave? Or is it a thrall you call them?”

Ragnar paused for a moment, his eyes scanning over you, “You need not worry little one. I will take care of you,”

A moment passed before you allowed yourself to smile, “Thank you Ragnar,” you said and a small smile crept onto his lips as he settled himself above his sheets, his eyes scanning over you.

“Come here,” he said, nervousness washing over you, “Trust me,”

You paused at first before standing from beneath your covers. Your underdress was the only thing to cover you now as you crossed the tent. Ragnar patted the spot beside him and cautiously you sat down, picking at your thumbs. His hand closed over yours, “You’ll make yourself bleed,” he said, and you just nodded as his eyes continued to study your face.

“Has anyone ever kissed you?” he whispered.

You swallowed before answering, “Once,” you said, tempted to pick at your skin but somehow resisting, “But I wasn’t very good at it,”

“Perhaps you should try again,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he moved to rest his forehead against yours.

“Perhaps you could teach me,” you whispered, a spark lighting in his eyes, “if I am to go back to your land perhaps it is time I Learned your ways,”

“All our ways?” he asked, his hand reaching over to run his fingers lightly up your thighs making you shiver, “Is that what you desire little one?”

“Would it be so wrong if I did?” you asked and the way your wide eyes gazed into his made Ragnars cock begin to harden.

His hand trailed slowly up your leg, torturously so until it arrived at your hip. You gasped when he grabbed it, pulling you over to straddle his thigh. “Ragnar- “you gasped, when he bent his leg up, propping you up on his strong thigh, “What are you doing?”

“Teaching,” his hands reached for your hair, pulling your lips down onto his. This was far different from the last time someone had kissed you. this was rough and needy and made whines leave your throat as one of his hands moved to your hips.

You couldn’t even question what he was doing before he began to move your hip, making you grind down onto his thigh. The way you whimpered made Ragnar wonder if Odin himself had blessed him. Ragnar guided your hips and soon your body took over, rubbing your clit against his strong thigh as his hand squeezed the flesh of your hips.

When he pulled his lips away yours chased after his making a chuckle leave them before he began to kiss down your jaw. “You don’t need to be quite little one,” he mumbled against your skin as a soft moan left your mouth, “No one will judge,”

His lips soon found the crook of your neck, kissing it in a way that made a knot in your stomach tighten. Since your hips now moved of their own accord his hands were free to travel up your frame, taking your tits in his hand and making you gasp as he squeezed them softly.

He felt his cock twitch at the feeling of the Hardened buds beneath your shift. His fingertips trailed slowly around your nipples at first, enjoying your needy whines before he finally began to roll them between his fingers.

“Oh god,” you moaned as he pinched them gently, but your words just made him want you more and groan against your skin.

It didn’t take long for a tight feeling to spread across your body, “What is happening to me?” you asked but it came out as more of a whine.

“Enjoy it little one,” Ragnar said, his lips moving to kiss your check, “Let yourself let go,” he said before your lips slammed onto his even catching yourself by surprise. Your moans allowed him to slip his tongue in, the kiss becoming messier and more desperate as you grinded against his thigh.

He felt your body jerk and Ragnar smirked into the kiss knowing what was about to happen. Your lips broke apart only for your head to fall in the crook of his shoulder, “Oh god,” you began to moan again before you felt your peak wash over you like a tidal wave.

sensing your body tensing and hips slowly Ragnar reached for your hips, moving them for you so he could watch you ride out your peak on his thigh. Curses left your lips before you finally slumped into his chest. Ragnar let out a small chuckle, letting his leg lay flat and holding you against his chest. Ragnar had defiantly made the right decision he thought.

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[targaryen-jpg]

under the weirwood

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x stark!reader

summary: requested by anon: "rhaenyra trying to talk jace into approaching reader:-(shes just so supportive mshdhshs"

notes: y'all when i tell you this made me BLUSH! he's actually adorable i might be perhaps in love no warnings! just fluff

jacaerys velaryon was a learned boy of eight-and-ten, prince of dragonstone and heir to the iron throne of westeros – yet he was completely tongue tied anytime you were near.

you first met the prince when he came to winterfell to visit your brother – lord cregan stark. he arrived on dragonback, sending up plumes of snow when he landed. assembled with the other lords and ladies of the keep, you retreated further into your fine furs. winter had come, and it was a cold one.

“my prince,” lord cregan announced, welcoming jacaerys as he entered the gates, now on foot, “the north welcomes you.”

“i’m pleased to make your acquaintance, lord cregan,” jacaerys smiled, warm and open, “many thanks to your house for such a welcome.”

cregan nodded, then gestured to you, “my younger sister.”

you dutifully stepped forward, curtsied, and introduced yourself, “welcome, your grace. i have heard many tales of your bravery.”

was the prince… blushing?

he seemed to stutter for a moment before he nodded stiffly, “my lady.”

for a feast held in his honor, the prince did not seem to be enjoying it much.

you, however, were in your element. the north was a large place, so cold and empty that you rarely had guests. to have so many of the great houses together? you were delighted. 

from the moment the dancing started, you didn’t leave the floor. you accepted every man who offered his hand, twirling and spinning and giggling with the other ladies until you practically fell over.

when you returned to your seat beside your brother's, you were flushed and panting. he was off somewhere you did not know, so only an empty chair sat between you and prince jacaerys.

“you do not dance, your grace?” you questioned, pouring yourself a cup of wine.

“i confess it is not my forte,” he looked away with a laugh, “and please, call me jace.”

you took a sip of the deep red liquid, “only if you will grant me a dance. jace.”

you held out a hand, and grinned when he took it. he took the lead from there, leading you out onto the center of the floor. the light grey fabric of your skirts swirled around his dark leather, the silver embroidery shining in candlelight.

“i don’t wish to imply you are a liar,” you began, spinning away from him, then back in, “but you are quite the dancer, my – jace.”

he just chuckled, ducking his head, “you are far outshining me, my lady.”

the next day, jacaerys brought news at breakfast, “my lady mother will be joining us tomorrow. she will only stay for a short while, but wishes to make your acquaintance, lord cregan.”

“how delightful,” you smiled, “to think, brother – the queen, here!”

“yes, yes,” he huffed, then looked at the prince, “we would of course be delighted to host queen rhaenyra.”

“will she be arriving on syrax, jacaerys?” you inquired, and when he nodded, you grinned even wider, “i never dreamed i would see a dragon in this lifetime, but to have two right here at winterfell!”

“would… would you like to go see vermax, my lady?” the prince proposed.

“oh, brother, please,” you sighed, “may i?”

cregan only waved his hand and continued eating.

within half an hour, you and jacaerys were standing in front of the dragon. he was sleeping when you arrived, but a huge golden eye opened as he sensed your approach.

you froze as he examined you, but jacaerys held his arm steady at your back, “it’s alright, my lady. he’s – he won’t hurt you. he’s a gentle creature.”

you were so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him when vermax fully awoke, raising his head up.

you stumbled back, but jacaerys put himself in between you and the dragon, “umbas, vermax.”

he helped you move closer, and whispered, “lykiri. this is lady stark, vermax.”

the dragon huffed, almost like a petulant child, but when jace moved your hand to his snout, he didn’t object.

you laughed in amazement, “what did you say to him?”

“it’s high valyrian – umbas means ‘stay’, and lykiri means ‘calm’.”

“lykiri,” you whispered, running the tips of your fingers across his smooth scales, “how do you say hello?”

he smiled, reaching out to stroke the dragon, “rytsas.”

“rytsas, vermax,” the word was unfamiliar on your tongue, but vermax lowered his head. still awake, but clearly relaxed, “he’s beautiful.”

“he is,” jacaerys agreed, but he was watching you.

queen rhaenyra, true to her word, arrived the next day. once again, you bundled up in your finest furs to await her arrival. syrax’s entrance was grand, yellow scales glinting in the sunlight as the queen landed her. she was enormous, bigger than vermax, but seemed docile.

as your brother introduced you, she eyed you carefully. but, you held your head high, smiled brightly and curtsied as low as you could.

“the young lady stark is quite beautiful,” rhaenrya stated to her son, “have you had much chance to become acquainted?”

she was resting on a chair by the fireplace in her quarters, warming herself after the freezing ride to winterfell.

“a bit. i took her to meet vermax,” he sighed, leaning on the mantle, “i confess – i can scarcely speak to her. everytime i do, i make a fool of myself. i’m the prince of dragonstone, and i start stuttering like a child”

“oh my darling,” she smiled knowingly, “you have affections for her?”

he knew before he answered. everytime you smiled at him, it was like dragonfire warming his insides. your touch sent sparks down his arms, the way you moved when you danced entranced him. even vermax seemed to like you.

so, he nodded, blushing creeping up his neck.

“you must tell her then,” rhaenyra decided, leaning back in the chair, “you are the crown prince of the seven kingdoms, but i will give you leave to pursue your own choice in wife. and the lady stark would not be an unwelcome match.”

“what?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

rhaenyra sighed, “jace. if you like her, you must make your affections known. if you wish to marry her – you have my blessing. though i cannot speak for cregan stark, i believe it would be an excellent match.”

after begging his leave from his mother, jace nearly sprinted to your quarters. when he arrived, he found only a servant who informed him you were in the godswood. by the time he found his way through the labyrinth of trees, he was panting and sweating despite the cold.

you heard footsteps and looked up from the tome you were reading by the weirdwood in the center, “my – jace?” you stood as he approached you, “are you alright?”

he could scarcely breathe as he took your hands in his, “can i kiss you, my lady?”

you froze, mouth agape, searching his face. you tried to say yes, yes, please, but no sound would leave your throat. all you could do was nod and his lips were on yours. his hands moved to cup your face so tenderly, while yours curled in the fabric of his tunic. it was breathless and sweet and over all too soon.

jace was nearly gasping by the time he let you go, “i – my apologies. i ran here.” his hands moved to hold your waist.

“wh–,” you laughed, cupping his cheek, feeling the hard line of his jaw, “why did you do that?”

“i wanted to ask you to marry me,” he let out a nervous breath.

you froze once again. a pause.

“you don’t jest?” you whispered.

he shook his head vehemently, “no, no, never. i confess i have made a fool of myself time and again, but you – you are everything wonderful in this world. you are bold and tender and i completely adore you. please,” he breathed, “please, marry me.”

“yes,” you murmured, moving closer until your foreheads touched, “a thousandfold, yes.”

when his lips met yours again, you could feel him smile against them.

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[littlejuicebox]

An Early Highharvestide Feast

(Soft Dom Astarion x Female Reader)

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Setting: 4 years after BG3, "good" ending, Unascended Astarion x F Reader Notes: Took a break from my WrenxAstarion fic to write this Thanksgiving-themed (kind of but not really... lol it just worked for the plot), one shot. This idea was playing in my head, and I had to get it out. Hope you all enjoy and have a happy Thanksgiving! This might end up being a Part 1 of a mini story. I'd like to do the fluff scene with all their friends around and imagine the lives they've lived. I love to see comments about what you liked in the story, it inspires me for other fics. Rating: Mature 18+ / smut Word Count: 2.5K

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You’re in the kitchen, flowers strewn about the marble countertop as you arrange the bouquets for tomorrow’s banquet. It’s been four years since you’ve seen everyone at the same time, and finally, finally, the old gang will be back together in one room in less than 24 hours. Your heart practically soared in anticipation... a Highharvestide banquet in your very own home, with your favorite people in the world. You wanted everything to be just perfect.

The planning had taken weeks. Astarion had left the menu to you, of course, apart from the wine and alcohol selection. He had taken that from you quite early on and it had been more than a tenday before he solidified his choices between his frequent business meetings and your political events. He’d focused heavily on guiding you both in politics and expanding your wealth the past few years, while you focused on gardening and improving Baldur's Gate... plus navigating the lack of anonymity in your life.

Admittedly, you’d stumbled clumsily through your change in status, from unknown woman to Lady Ancunin, while Astarion glided into the position like he’d simply left his post for a long vacation. You’d been happy to take the lead in the wilds while a tadpole was lodged in everyone's brains, but you were even happier to hand the reins to him once the city was safe. And you were always proud to tell your friends that he’d navigated the two of you through the changes quite well.

In fact, he'd just purchased a second property outside of Baldur’s Gate with aims to start your very own winery; his pet project that he loved quite dearly. It was beautiful to watch Astarion approach something with such passion and vigor. After becoming the heroes of Baldur’s Gate, it had pained you that he could no longer stand in the sun. Not as much as it so obviously pained him. His mask was carefully crafted, and yet you often saw right through it. You hoped that perhaps one of your friends would bring news of a cure for his condition to the feast.

He had always been adamant that he’d make the same choice over and over again, but guilt still stabbed you like a dagger to the gut when you saw him watch the sun rise from the deepest depths of your manor or caught him studying your tan lines from your many hours spent out in the garden, your own personal pet project, specializing primarily in night blooming plants.

Astarion’s voice pulls you from your reverie as he enters the kitchen with Scratch trailing behind him. His vermillion eyes are focused on a scroll in his hands as he grasps a bone from a jar and tosses it into the dog’s bed. Scratch obediently settles himself into the plush mattress, content to gnaw away at the treat.

“Darling, your dog went after the chickens again. One of the staff had to run him down and then give him a bath. We may want to seriously consider a trainer. Command beast works all well and good when you’re around, but not everyone has that skill set in their repertoire, dear.” His tone carries just the slightest tinge of annoyance; you two have had this conversation before. But you know in his heart of hearts that Astarion loves the blasted dog perhaps more than you do.

You glance at Scratch, currently focused on giving you his best look of feigned innocence. The look reminds you quite a bit of another white-haired miscreant standing in that very same kitchen and you chuckle. Distracted, you feel the miscalculated slip of your hand as you reach for a particularly thorned flower stem. The punishing sting causes you to wince and pull in a sharp intake of breath. Blood blooms in buds of red on your fingers and the scent catches Astarion’s attention immediately.

His eyes are alight as he chides you. “You really must stop bleeding everywhere, my heart. It’s distracting.” He places the scroll down and comes to your side, grasping your hand in his to examine the damage.

“Perhaps if you helped me with these arrangements like I’d asked, I wouldn’t be in this situation, my love.” You respond with a soft huff, but you extend your hand towards the vampire, already quite aware what his next move will be. He bends to lick the red droplets from your skin before he kisses the knuckle of your hand. Astarion will never waste such a precious thing, that much is certain.

“Perhaps if you more frequently used the staff -- that we pay quite well, might I add -- to do things like tend your garden, put all these flowers in vases, and perform any number of menial tasks, then you wouldn’t be in this situation.” The vampire retorts with a raised eyebrow. “All of this is below your station now. It truly pains me to see your beautiful hands doing such things, my dear.”

You smile as you close your eyes and whisper a healing incantation, sealing the superficial wounds with minimal effort. You swivel in your seat and turn to face your husband, eyebrow arched to mirror his own, voice slipping into a coy register. “And what, Lord Ancunin, would you rather see my hands doing?”

You won. You could see it in the darkening of his eyes as he placed his hands on either side of the counter and pressed forward to look at you, red eyes flitting between yours.

Astarion had ebbed and flowed in his sexual appetites, especially in the first few years of your union. He had been plagued by panic attacks and night terrors something awful; they still occurred but not with the same horrid frequency. Your many nights of herbal teas and "flower child" magic, as he so lovingly called it, eased the suffering. You’d been content to ride the waves of desire with him, and it seemed more recently, as the two of you adjusted to domestic life, his appetites had returned with force.

His face hovered just inches in front of yours, eyes alight with a combination of adoration and lust as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back and running his eyes greedily down your body, cocking his head as he fantasized about any number of dirty things. “I have several delicious ideas for those hands, darling.”

The flowers were scattered on the ground, along with a broken vase in an instant. The vampire hoisted you up with relative ease before placing you onto the cool, marbled counter. His hands grazed up the side of your silken gown and then delved under the hem to explore your bare skin. He quickly found his way to the junction between your thighs and a pleased, rakish smile crossed his face.

“No underclothes, Lady Ancunin? You truly do desire to test my patience today.” His eyes locked with yours as he knelt in front of you, draping your legs over his shoulders and pushing your dress up to reveal you to him fully.

You would have to enlist the help of the staff tomorrow afternoon. The tradeoff was well worth it, you thought, as your silver-haired husband bowed his head before you to run his tongue against your slit, a little hum escaping him as he tasted your warmth. He ran his tongue up to your clit, his lazy, languid strokes pressing into you. Always such a tease.

“Astarion…” You murmur, bucking your hips toward the vampire as your hands found silver curls of hair and took hold.

A smile snaked its way across his lips as he continued his torment. You were wriggling, desperate for more, which the elf adamantly denied you, his hands gripping into your thighs as he brushed his feather light tongue against you once more. Just enough stimulation to keep your attention, but not enough to provide any relief.

“My love..” Your tone is practically begging for him to give you more.

“Mm, darling. I do believe I need to show you what else your hands could do, don’t I?” He grabs your hand and yanks it towards your sex, where he guides you to play with yourself. Hungry red eyes watch the show as arousal begins to drip from you onto the countertop. He slips two long fingers deep inside your cunt and curls them slightly, pumping the digits in and out, which earns him a delightful moan. Still on his knees, the vampire removes his fingers from inside your walls and licks your juices off his hand before sliding your legs off his shoulders and standing. He makes quick work of ripping your gown over your head, pressing gentle kisses against the newly freed flesh of your chest. You are now completely barren and exposed to your lover, his lustful eyes stoking the fire between your legs.

His own arousal is now clearly straining against his clothes. Astarion quickly undoes the buttons of his collar and lacings of his trousers, freeing his cock before your hungry gaze. You’re still playing with yourself as you watch the man completely undress before you.

“Now darling…” He murmurs in that sensual tone reserved only for you. He guides your unoccupied hand to the twitching length of his cock and wraps it around the shaft, giving a few experimental pumps into your hand. “What else can your beautiful hands do?”

You take the queue and begin moving your hand around his length. Astarion hisses in pleasure, rolling his hips as he fucks your hand. The vision is quite lewd; you're playing with your own pussy as you pump your lover’s cock in time, your respective arousals just inches from one another but not touching. It's enough to cause the heat in your cheeks and your sex to rise and illicit several excited keens from you. He teasingly moves his length closer to your entrance, pulling away just as the head of his member brushes against you. You want to scream every time he pulls away, the bastard lives to tease you to the edge of desire.

Astarion was watching the scene with rapt interest, absolutely transfixed. His breath was quickening as he pressed himself into your hand, watching the head of his penis sheath and unsheathe itself under your ministrations as your pussy prayed to be plunged into, leaking arousal all over the cold countertop. He was always more in control in these situations, able to keep a firm hold on his desire in a way you never could.

“Look at my little treat, making such a mess on these expensive counters.” He murmured in mock disappointment and mock condescension, eyes burning with excitement. “Play with yourself and show me the mess you make when you cum for me, my sweet.”

You moan, desperate to have him fill you. “Astarion, please. Fuck me already. Please.” You’re keening, fingers rubbing against your clit with vigor. Desperate for something to fill the ache inside you, you remove your hand from your lover’s cock and shove two fingers into your wetness. The stimulation is fantastic and rips a moan from your vocal cords as your head tilts back.

Astarion chuckles darkly at the scene before him. It was no secret that he loved the way you inflated his ego when you begged for him, a writhing mess of wanton desire for his eyes only. The do-good, stoic hero of Baldur’s Gate turned into a desperate, needy little minx under his touch. He never tired of it. “Cum for me, darling. And then you will get your reward.”

You aim to do as he says, using one hand to plunge in and out of yourself while the other rubs frantically at your clit. Your legs are spread wide, displaying everything to the vampire as you push yourself towards release. Finally, the bubble bursts and an orgasm crashes around you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body and into your thobbing sex. The pulsing seems nearly endless, and you feel the ooze of your juices sliding between your legs as you ride the wave of pleasure. When you come to your senses and flutter your lids open, Astarion's eyes are boring into you with such desire that it causes a tremor of excitement to run down your spine.

In one swift move he has you in a new position. Your feet are on the floor, albeit legs a bit shaky, and your ass is turned toward your lover, body bent at the waist. Your face is pressed into the counter, into the stickiness of your own juices. Everything smells of sex.

A delicious groan escapes from the vampire as he presses the head of his cock into your entrance, ready to take you from behind. “Beautiful... now, let’s see if I am able to make you come undone once more.”

Astarion slams into you with vigor, the force of the movement knocking the wind out of you as he groans in appreciation. Your soaking wet sex offers no resistance and you gasp at the pleasure of the rapid intrusion. He repeatedly drags himself back at a tortuous, languid pace just to thrust himself balls-deep once more, snapping his hips into the flesh of your ass, moaning every time he takes you to the hilt.

“Oh gods!” You exclaim as he picks up the pace, pumping into you with increasing speed, his cock curving gratifyingly along your insides. You feel yourself clenching around him as his efforts push you toward another peak.

Astarion growls and grabs your hand, guiding it once again to your clit. You’re climbing up to a second release as he rolls his hips behind you in an unceasing onslaught.

“There you go, little love. Won’t you cum for me again?” He coaxes in a graveled whisper as his lips and tongue trail down your spine, never once ceasing his thrusts. The vampire’s teeth find a beautiful little spot at the meeting point of your shoulder and neck, and he bites down, just enough to draw blood. The sensation pushes you over the edge and you spasm around your lover, your cunt eagerly gripping at his length.

“Oh! Oh... oh, my love.” The vampire groans as your throbbing sex pushes him over the edge, his final pumps turning sloppy as he spills into you. The two of you are a mess of panting chests and tired limbs for a few moments before Astarion straightens himself up and gently pulls you from the counter, dotting kisses along your shoulder where he left the bite.

"That was wonderful." You whisper, turning to face the vampire as you plant a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Mmh.” Astarion agrees in a little hum as he looks down at you with soft and loving eyes, pushing strands of hair away from your face before holding your chin in his hand and planting another kiss on your lips. The slightest of smiles flits across his lips as he runs his hands down to the curve of your waist. You move to begin cleaning up the mess you two made when your lover grabs your hand and begins to tug you away from the kitchen.

"Now, now, darling. Leave that be. I haven't finished showing you what else your hands can do… and we only have a bit longer before our friends show and ruin all the fun. Seems my Highharvestide feast came a day early." He muses, before eagerly leading you to the bedroom you both share. The flowers would have to wait.

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Part 2: Happy Highharvestide Day (all fluff)

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[ultracrazy-trashpanda]

celebrations

Pairing: Finan x f!Reader

Summary:

The camp is celebrating a battle that you have won, and while they drink and dance together, you sit by a lake alone. Finan has some ideas of what you could do instead.

Warnings: SMUT - 18+ - oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, fingering, riding, unsafe sex + creampie :D (enjoy) - plus words such as "cunt" are used to descibe reader's private parts. No use of Y/N, only petnames

Word Count: roughly 1.8K (posted to ao3, too)

You have won a battle again. All the warriors are celebrating, feasting and dancing around the bonfire. You had enough of it a while ago, and now you are sitting by the lake alone. You said to yourself it would be only for a short while, but it is not going exactly that way. 

“Is everything alright with ya’?” you hear from behind. You hum as you look up at Finan, who has a jug of ale in his hand. 

“Oh, I’m fine, Finan, don’t worry. I just...wanted a little calm and quiet.” you smile at the Irishman. 

“Ya wouldn’t mind some company, would ya?” he asks, and he doesn’t sit down until you tell him that you don’t mind him being with you. “You don’t have anything else bothering you, right?” 

“Nothing’s bothering me.” apart from maybe seeing so many people happily together, like Uhtred and Gisela, Sihtric and his wife... 

“It seems like something does...” he nudges you a little, and it makes you smile a little. “You should be celebratin’! We won! Feast! Drink ale! Dance! Get yourself a man to hump!” you laugh at his last suggestion. 

“As if there were available men in camp who are not only caring about their own pleasure.” you take his cup and a sip of ale. You didn’t have the best past relationship with men, especially your late husband, who has put himself before you in every situation possible. 

“I know at least one.” he raises his brows suggestively. You stare into his eyes, your cheeks reddening. You know what he means, but you are not sure in yourself. 

“Well, I don’t think he would want to be with me.” you say, teasingly, with a small smile. 

“That is nonsense, half the camp wants to be with you.” he chuckles. “It is irritating...” he starts but doesn’t finish the sentence. 

“What is irritating?” you ask, now hiding away your smile. 

“Listening to them. With the urge to beat each of ‘em up, but I can’t, because we need the numbers.” he rolls his eyes again. 

“Well, none of them dare come close to me. I am sure what you hear are only words, and nothing more.” you say to him, your smile coming through. “Now, this one man you know...you sure he is in that half of the camp who wants to be with me?” you say cheekily, and you are not sure if he is catching on. 

“Oh, I am very sure.” he turns to you, only now realizing that you have been staring at him the whole time. “Very, very sure.” he says, his voice lowering as he leans slowly closer. “Darlin’...” 

“Yes?” you ask back as your noses are touching. 

“May I?” he asks, quietly, only for you to hear, although it is not like anyone else is nearby. 

 “You may.” you say, cupping his cheek as he leans in closer, capturing your lips with his. You giggle into it, his beard tickling you. He gets on his knees, and starts kissing down to your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin, making you moan. “Finan, please...” 

“How do you want it?” he murmurs between shaggy breaths. “Do you want to lay down, and I give you everything, or should I lay down and you take everything yourself?” 

“Both. One after the other.” you gasp a little, pulling him in for another kiss. He pushes you back, so you lay down in the soft grass, with him lying above you. For a few minutes, he is just laying on you, kissing you sweetly, letting you wrap your arms and legs around his body. He himself holds you tight, finally having you all for himself. He grinds down on you, and you feel him get harder through all the clothes. 

He starts kissing down your neck, setting your moans free again. With one hand, he unties your shirt, revealing only the top of your chest just yet, and kisses all over what bare skin he can find. What gets him a little frustrated, is that there are no more knots on your shirt, or buttons, and he doesn’t want to sit you up, as you just laid down. 

“How much do you like this shirt?” he asks. 

“It’s nothing special.” and as you say it, he rips it apart right in the middle, making you giggle a little at his eagerness. It didn’t surprise you at all. He is fast to attack one of your breasts, kissing you and sucking there, while massaging the other, earning more and more moans and whines from you. 

To his dismay, he has to lean away from you to remove the rest of your clothing. He is on his knees, looking down at your bare form. He has to stop for a moment, to keep his composure and keep it slow at the beginning. 

“Don’t you think...you are a little over dressed?” you ask, just before you would shudder from a breeze. Maybe the two of you didn’t think it all through. He gets up, grabbing you and carrying you away. 

“Don’t worry, my tent is nearby.” he says with a cheeky smile, watching out for the others so they don’t see the two of you. You giggle, hiding your face in his neck. He walks fast towards his tent, setting you down on his bed, where you are swallowed by the furs, and a sigh leaves your lips at the warmth. 

He takes off his own shirt, too, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. It is not the first time you have seen him shirtless, oh no, but this time, it is all for you. He looks deep into your eyes as he starts to untie his pants. 

“Ya like what ya see?” he asks, raising his chin a little. 

“I don’t know, I might have to take a closer look.” you sit up and help him to untie his pants, as he is struggling with it a little. He groans. “I really like what I see.” you smile up at him before laying back and watching him take the rest of his clothes off. Your eyes wander over his body, his muscles, his scars, his thick, hard cock. You swear, throwing your head back. 

He just chuckles at that, then crawls back onto the bed and above you. He smiles down at you as he moves to kiss your jaw, then your throat, and from then on down to your stomach... 

He has his hands on your hips gripping into your skin, but one slides down to feel how wet you are. You gasp a little, then moan as he circles your hole. He pushes a finger inside, not breaking eye contact with you as he does so, then another one. You moan louder with each thrust of his fingers. 

“Come on sweetheart, I can’t hear ya’.” he smirks, latching onto your pussy. 

“Fuck! Finan...” you let out, throwing your head back. 

He works you slowly, moaning at your taste. You sneak a hand into his hair, which makes him even more desperate. You stroke and pull his hair slightly, moving him where you most want him. A chill goes down your spine, and you shake in his arms, making him chuckle. 

“Finan...” 

“Let it out, darlin’.” he says against your skin, picking up his pace as he feels you getting closer to your peak. You curse and try to close your legs, locking him in place between your thighs. He moans, rolling his eyes out of pure pleasure. He feels like he just ascended into a heaven he will never get into. 

You are soon arching your back, reaching your high, crying out his name. You pant, feeling as your legs give out, with a hand over your lips. He is still licking up your folds, but he is much gentler than he was before. 

“Heavens...” you sigh. 

“That good, ha?” he crawls up to look down at you, some of your juices glistening in his beard. 

You smile then laugh. “Very good, yes. Very good.” you nod, trying to clean his beard, even though you think he looks really good like that. “Can’t wait to have you inside of me...” you say quietly, and he groans, hiding his face in the crook your neck and leaving kisses there. 

“The things you say, you filthy heathen...” you laugh as you push him away and down onto the bed. You straddle him, your wet cunt making contact with his hard cock. You feel him twitch as you slide your folds over his base. 

He sits up, grabbing into your hips. You are on your knees, doing your best to help him guide himself inside you. He kisses you gently, as he pushes inside. You let out a long moan, which he devours instantly. 

You lean away to look him in the eyes. Into his pretty, dark eyes. You smile, giving him a peck on the lips as you caress his cheeks. 

“So handsome...” you say with a grin on your face. 

“Says the most beautiful creature amongst all people.” he huffs out. “Ya have no idea, just how heavenly ya look. If someone said to me ya are an angel, I would believe them.” 

You chuckle. “Give me a minute and you will think of me differently.” 

He hums with a smile. “Perhaps ya are a devil in disguise?” 

You kiss him, moving your hips faster. “Perhaps.” you murmur between kisses. You grab his shoulders for leverage, as you start riding his cock even faster. 

“Oh, fuck...” he moans. He bucks up into you involuntarily, making you cry out his name. He kisses down to your neck and sucks, leaving red bruises all over your skin there. “Darlin’...” 

“Finan!” you cry out his name before you reach your peak again. Your cunt clenches around his cock, making him release his seed deep inside you. 

He holds you close as he rests his head on your shoulder, grabbing into your hips with a vice grip. You pant into his ear, giving him some featherlight kisses. He holds his own lips against your skin, not exactly kissing, but just keeping them there. 

You run your hand through his hair, tugging gently, encouraging him to look up at you. You peck his lips, and he smiles fondly at you. He pulls out and you groan, feeling as his seed flows out of you. He grabs a cloth and cleans both of you off. 

“Everything alright?” he asks as you lay down on the bed and he sits down next to you. 

“Yes, my love.” you smile. “Now, come and rest with me.” 

And he does, laying down next to you and enveloping you in his arms, almost instantly falling asleep next to you. 

The next morning, you let Finan sleep in, and you walk out of his tent, just to be greeted by the other three, who are joined by the hip. 

“I told you so.” says Osferth. Uhtred rolls his eyes and Sihtric tosses silver coins at his head. 

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[lovelykhaleesiii]

Respectfully requesting an Aegon fic ♡

A couple weeks ago we were having a conversation about chubby Aegon and I threw this idea at you -

I'd love to read a story where reader is short and super slender, and people have told her that it's unattractive for a lady, that she needs to get thicker to be able to bear children for the king. And when chubby King Aegon sees her for the first time he's like "she's too sweet and precious, I want her as my queen".

Would you be willing to write something like that? Love you ♡

Existence of a Woman.

PAIRING: Chubby!King!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 2,156.

WARNINGS: bullying, mentions of low self-esteem, misogyny, fatphobic comments/references, body contrast/size kink if you squint.

A/N - EZ I love our little convos, seriously you have no idea how happy you make me 🤍 this was an absolute pleasure to write xoxox hope you love it! and same to nonnie, I’ve just meshed the two incredible ideas together!!!

It was sheer anguish, having constantly been surrounded by the disheartening commentary regarding your own body. A body you were born and had grown into with much appreciation everyday for your vital health. A body that had no lesser value than the bodies of other ladies and women alike, and yet, yours was frowned upon relentlessly.

You may not have naturally had the adequate width of child bearing hips, nor the lustrous curves in all the right regions. Your breasts may not have been voluptuous enough, that your mother often worried if you would even be able to produce the Mother’s milk to provide for your own babe.

To make matters even more frustrating, you were in constant comparison and competition with your elder sisters. Their bodies, their curves, their bosom, in contrary to your own, had been approved since their maidenhood had struck. Praised by your own mother, your sisters were ignorant to the constant scrutiny you had endured for so long.

Bickering words from the ladies of the court, from your very own kin, were ruthless enough for bloodshed.

“You are far too slender my dear, and far too small to bear a child to full term. Eat, my dear. Are you certain you eat?”

“You must look promising for your husband, dearest. Or else he may have no desire nor purpose for you much longer… Women like yourself are often tossed aside, becoming a burden to their families.”

“The Gods have blessed your sisters with such elegance and beauty… Mayhaps, your spurt is somewhat delayed. Continue to do your prayers, and the Gods may be merciful.”

It was the endless scrutiny that made it unbearable to exist. You had tried many times to grow oblivious to such comments, yet counting your long, dull days, the voices grew louder and louder, more prominent as you reached a mature age to marry.

“Just as your sisters are, we plan to have you wed before the Winter. Although, be warned your sisters being older will come to priority first. Mayhaps we might be able to spare one year for you to, uh, ripen.”

Nonetheless, when your family had unexpectedly been bestowed a welcoming invitation to King’s Landing to attend a royal celebratory feast in honour of the name-day of their elder, royal son, Prince Aegon the Second, your family humbly yet more so keenly accepted. In a matter of days, your entourage assembled and necessities readied, you were on your way to the city: although this being your second trip, you could barely string a memory to thought, as you were only just a child the first time around.

Now a young woman of age twenty-and-one, despite your sister's enthusiasm, you shared no high hopes of scoring a marriage with any decent man willing to look your way. Far more keen to sight-see the city in all its glory, and with a memory you could reminisce...

"Your Grace, it was an absolute honour receiving your invitation for tis evening's feast. I do hope our Prince has been enjoying himself-"

As your father lavished King Viserys with excessive compliments and many thanks, you could not help but eye each respective Targaryen sat atop the high table. The Dowager Queen, earnestly holding her sickly husband's hand in support, as she bobbed her head in acceptance to your father's words, further down the line, Princess Heleana oblivious to the crowd before her, too enamoured by some black stone or item in her hand, whilst Prince Aemond sat beside her vividly scanning the entire room, looking beyond the foot of the table where you stood. Prince Daeron's seat, you had assumed, empty, the youngest Prince mayhaps amidst the crowds, seeking entertainment and company. Although, it was Aegon who had ultimately caught your attention...

He was no doubt different to Prince Aemond, much larger and plumpier in size, nonetheless, still handsome [he was after all, a Targaryen]. Unlike his younger, menacing looking brother, whose jawline was distinguishable, face chiselled and figure slim and poised: Aegon's features were disguised with a softness, his jaw hidden beneath a subtle layer of fat, his cheeks reddened and full, it did not help that his mouth was constantly occupied with food and wine, as he gorged and guzzled the delicacies before him. As he sat back momentarily, wiping the food residue of his soft-looking lips, a portly belly that appeared rather tight against the restrictive fabric, bloated mayhaps, as the Prince tried to stifle a burp. An electrifying twitch twinged between your inner thighs, as Prince Aegon tenderly patted his distended gut, almost in a prideful manner.

"Aegon, dearest, show your guests the same regard and thank them for making the long trek," Alicent sternly indulged, as she persistently called for her eldest son. Aegon, although reluctantly, devoured his last bite, before heaving himself up with blatant difficulty, walked towards your centre.

"This is Aya, my eldest beauty and very diligent.. This is Sarra, she's got a rather wonderful melody, and isn't she just a sight for sore eyes? And this is Laila, quick witted, she'll keep you on your toes although a belle of the ball. Might I add, all unwedded! Pray the Gods be good, they grace our daughters with a potential hand..."

"And who are you?" Aegon abruptly interrupted, as your mother halted in her speech: her blatantly pathetic attempt to sell her daughter's hands. And although she did not acknowledge you, this had not been the first incident... You had grown accustomed to being invisible. Her cold words burnt into your mind;

"Standing beside your sisters, you might as well not be there... You must understand, dearest, your time will come. Just not now."

A faint, exacerbated breath escaped your lips, as your mouth hung loosely agape. Uncertain if the young Prince was glaring solely at you.

"Uh- th-this one? My youngest... Your Grace."

"Yes, the one who's existence you so obviously ignored," Aegon firmly proclaimed, earning a low, taunting chuckle from his younger brother [who continued ogling the crowd onwards], even drawing Helaena's attention unto him. However, his mother, Queen Alicent, rolled her eyes in defeat, whispering Aegon's name faintly towards him, almost in encouragement for him to settle.

"Apologies your Grace, our youngest is rather quiet and shy, although-" Your mother began to resist speaking, thickly swallowing her words in silence. Her cheeks instinctively flashed red, in exchange to the puzzling, glaring eyes of the royals, bashful against their hushed judgement.

"Th-This is Y/N, my Prince. Our youngest daughter."

"And is she wed?"

The swiftness of how haste Aegon enquired about your marital status, freakishly made your heart flutter, your rather ravenous stomach churning with uneasiness.

"N-No, your Grace..."

"Good-Good."

Aegon had finished sparing your tongue-tied mother further embarrassment, as she was meekly led by a servant to your table. Although, it seemed Aegon was not yet done with you...

An instinctual gut feeling of a pair of prominent eyes burned against your head, and despite your timidity to decipher who, your curiosity overtook... Mayhaps you overestimated your ability to gain someone's attention.

With intense anticipation and raw shock, your wavering attention was met with Aegon's brutal gaze. As his pudgy finger traced over the blunt edges of his goblet, a sly smirk brewed across his ample face, his focus still fixated directly unto you. And although you had initially struggled to reciprocate the same, unnerving attention, you naturally sought comfort busking in his holistic notice.

A few seconds passed, before an unfamiliar servant called upon you, whispering that you follow his lead into the royal gardens, under direct command of Prince Aegon. You had no apparent need to excuse yourself, as your mother now returned to her usual, collective self, flouncy in talk with other keen mothers, of their aspirations to wed their daughters, whom too were far too immersed in spying and gossiping over which young, unwed lords they would sought, you managed to sneak off subtly.

The crisp, chill of the night air was refreshing, inhaling the floral scent looming over the garden, ridden with a diverse range of captivating, flora species. Slowly striding towards a rose, fearful you would frighten the flower shut, your hand lightly grazing over the soft petal. You had never seen such a vividly red colour, vibrant even in the shadow of the night. Your thoughts silenced, easing into a peace unlike anything you had embraced before.

"There you are-" A disruptive, deep voice loomed from behind.

"I've been meaning to catch you... W-Who are you, my sweet Y/N?"

"Y-You honour me, your Grace. I-I hate to disappoint, although I am just a simple-minded, country girl. The youngest, as my mother insisted, I have come to honour your Grace... That is all there is to me."

Aegon took a stride closer towards you, a chubby hand, meaty fingers tightly adorned in golden bands, rested atop his swollen belly, caressing his pudgy flesh clothed beneath.

"No, no you did not listen to me, sweet thing... I said, tell me who you are."

Inhaling a rather gratifying breath, for what felt like the entirety of the night, you spent in the solace company of Prince Aegon. He devoured your every word intently, as he keenly did the prized hog that was relentlessly prepared for his name-day feast.

Although your truth saddened him deeply, Aegon was rather gentle with you, taking a keen interest in your story.

"You need not listen to what they tell you, dearest Y/N... Your beauty is one blessed and favoured, by the Gods themselves. They surely took their time with you... They do say envy is a green-eyed monster... I know, I am merely a stranger to you now, but I speak only the truth... You will come to know this."

Come to know this... His comforting words echoed through your wondrous mind.

In return, it seemed Aegon too, shared a rather eerily, unfortunate fate to that of yours, with his own family. Although he was the eldest, and the son King Viserys had so desperately prayed for, he was cursed to disappoint since his birth. Often reminded and outweighed by his failures, his larger weight did not help his cause. Born a larger babe than the rest of his siblings, he too, naturally had a ravenous appetite than that of his younger brothers. It somehow brought shame to his family, irreparable, Aegon refused to change.

Now having met you, he selfishly felt comforted... He was not alone in being solely judged by his appearance.

"Do not fret, Y/N. Your existence goes beyond that of child-bearing and sufficing a man. A man ignorant to your kindness and affections, is a stupid man indeed."

Whether it was a buried confidence now seeping through, or by some divine push, you gracefully succumbed to the urge that plagued your mind lustfully, since eyeing Aegon's soft lips closely. Your lips crashed against his, the bittersweet taste of red wine lingered over his mouth, as he too embraced the exchange. It was a solid, passionate kiss, your breaths growing denser, before breaking loosely apart, your noses grazing over each other tenderly, foreheads pressed against one another. Taking your hands in his, his thumb stroking over your soft skin, you felt more at ease than you did at home.

"Rest assured, Y/N. I will marry you, I will save you the torment your own family inflicts upon you. You do not need to suffer in silence any more. You will say yes, and prove them wrong, if that is what you desire... I will love you, all of you. I will make up for all the lost years, all the years you did not need to hear such vile things. I will protect you."

Hot tears swelled your eyes, yet not out of anger, nor frustration or agony. For the first time, you felt intense joy. Nodding in solid agreement, you promised Aegon to be a dutiful, loyal wife in return. One that did not care if his waistline grew or shrunk, one that did not judge a person by scales.

"In return, your Grace, my beloved. I will cherish the life you have granted me, and in return, I will do everything I can to return the favour and more... I love you, Aeg. May this name-day be one that you remember with a warm heart."

"This name-day, Y/N, is one I have dreamt of for all my life. Finally, the Gods have blessed me, gevie ābra [beautiful woman], one I will take great care in. If it is not obvious, I am quite full... Do not be frightened, I will not break you."

"Aeg- That is the least of my worries... In fact, I don't mind this-" You cheekily tease, innocently poking at his round gut, provoking a growling chuckle from your betrothed to be.

"If I'm being honest, I find it quite... Invigorating."

"Is that so?"

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[fadingsnow]

DAENERYS TARGARYEN x f! reader - FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU (short blurb)

SUMMARY AND TW: No tw! Just a short blurb on being tired of the daily duties and cuddling with Daenerys. DANY LIVESSS!

Daenerys turned her head to look at you, frustrated with a slight frown, discussing matters of state was too boring. You both clearly felt overwhelmed by the sheer weight of their responsibilities. Your own voice had become hoarse, and quiet after hours of speaking to men who were noneless towards the caring of the Seven Kingdoms. Dinner wouldn't change anything. The echoes of sounds against the walls bounced back into your ears, "No, did you hear what that Stark girl did?" "Well I heard Lannister-" The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, the sounds of the feast around them growing more distant. You slowly rested your head on her shoulder, murmuring in her ear, your breath tickling her neck, "May we please go, my queen?" You said my queen teasingly, accompanied with a tired grin.

You reached out and took Daenerys' hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. Daenerys looked up and met your eyes with a small smile on her features. "Maybe.. What would you wish to do?" Her eyes never left your face, almost making you turn away nervously with a light blush coating your face. Still, after all this time you never managed to let go of your silly girl crush on her.

"Let's get out of here," Daenerys murmured quietly to you, standing up, looking around to make sure no one would notice. Most of the court cared only about gossip at such a late time, so they wouldn't even notice if one white-haired woman and her lover leaving such a spacious room. You slowly got up with her, making sure you couldn't lose her somehow. She hurriedly grabbed you, leading you through the halls filled with windows stained with art containing her ancestry, her hand grasping yours tightly. They walked for a few moments in silence, their footsteps echoing through the empty corridors.

Finally, after countless steps, and directions, you had found Daenerys' chambers. Daenerys opened a massive door adorned with signs of her riches and heritage, leading to a sitting room, and you followed her inside, her long white hair bouncing against her back as she walked. The room was warm and cozy, the fire's warmth in the hearth helping your hands and body, and soft silk blankets on the bed.

"Well.. I assumed you wanted to rest, and you never told me where you wanted to go." She muttered hesistantly, as though she worried she had upset you. "Oh no- Of course. It's great, trust me. Soo..?" You gestured to the bed, "Cuddles?" "Yeah." You ran to the bed, not caring at all on how the sight looked to anyone else but you two. You both let out a deep sigh while settling onto the bed, Daenerys's head resting on Y/N's shoulder this time. Your back even hurt from resting on the bed for a minute, the pain and exhaustion of the day catching up to you. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close.

"We'll figure all of this out," You whispered. "I promise."

Daenerys nodded, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being held.

"Thank you," Daenerys said softly. "I don't know what I would do without you. I mean, the amount of petitions, requests.. And the people who undermine my-"

You smiled, kissing her temple. "You don't have to do it alone. We're in this together."

For a moment, Dany let herself pretend that this moment would never end. That they could stay here forever, wrapped in each other's arms, safe from the dangers of the world outside.

But of course, it was only a moment. Daenerys knew that they still had a long road ahead, filled with challenges and pitfalls. But at least for now, she had you at her side.

And that, she realized, was all she needed.

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[swmmi-kti]

Run!

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem Slayer Reader.

Part Two: here Part three: here

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Kyojuro seemed to have it all together. You somehow had survived final selection with him and on the off chance you saw him he always seemed to be three steps ahead. So it really was no surprise when you had learned of his status. Kyojuro Rengoku, the flame hashira. It had a nice ring to it. 

Really you only got to see him ever so often but when you did it was a nice form of catchup. He was always eager to tell you about what he’s done and what new slayers he may have met. Even what new food he may have tried. 

Rarely ever did you guys stay longer than one meal always off to slay demons. But that didn't mean that there wasn’t something there. Something in your very being that you knew all too well.

Sometimes when you had bid Kyojuro goodbye you wondered to yourself did he perhaps feel that way too? Or was it something silly that you rather not whisper into the world. Maybe too scared that hushed winds would travel and let him know about your harboring feelings. 

However on the rarest occasion he had invited you to join him to a feast while he spoke of his most recent adventure. 

You had only ever only heard rumors about a boy who traveled with a demon and to know that the Hashira were okay with it well it eased your mind a bit. He spoke loudly, eating without a care in the world as he continued to tell you about Tanjiro. The Umai’s sprinkled here and there didn't startle you as it had done sometimes before. 

He turned to your hushed figure as he finally looked at you since the last time you spoke. Always as stunning, always breathtaking. 

Rengoku men are always known to love only one woman. 

“So Tell Me! Any New News You Would Like To Share With Me?” He spoke loudly now, crossing his arms over his chest. 

You looked at your bowl that was somehow full. You figured you just enjoyed Kyojuro’s time so much it made the hunger go away. So without thinking you handed the soup over before placing your finger on your chin as you began to think. 

“Well there’s not much going on with me if ill be honest Kyojuro-San” you said nodding a no as Kyojuro tried pushing your meal back towards you. “If im honest i think ive come closer to death than i had imagined” 

That Made him stop before he had even begun to eat. Eyes now full of concern as he looked at you. “Death? What even do you mean”

“Don’t look at me with such worry. You are closer to death than i” You stated blankly. True, being a slayer meant he was always out to possibly die. Being a hashira never made it less threatening. However you laid your head on your hand as you stared at the ceiling to recollect your thoughts. 

“There was a demon which I thought I could handle but I ended up more beaten than I had prepared myself for. When morning came and the demon was no more I collapsed. It was by some miracle one of the citizens found me and nursed me well.” You said now fully looking at him. Noticing he had not at all taken even a sip from the soup. 

“Are you not hungry?” you asked, looking at him. 

He looked down at his plate. Seeming that he had lost his appetite while speaking with you. “You could have sent for help you know?” 

“I know but it was my mission. Besides it is an honorable to die for the cause we fight for. I wouldn’t mind dying so long as the demon i died to also dies” You said eating the leftover shrimp tempura you two shared. 

“Id prefer you didn't die at all” 

“I do too” 

“I mean it Y/n” He spoke bowl now being held by both his hands as he looked down to it. Could he be brave? Would he be able to tell you all that runs wild in his mind? “I’ve been imagining things with you” 

“What?” you asked a little bit shocked

“I know its foolish and i know your my friend and all. But I imagine that I met you, us as humans and there are no demons. Sometimes i imagine that we go on dinner dates. I imagine coming home to you on days where its just a little too much for comfort” He swallows down hard

The sudden awareness he has of your eyes on him made him swallow down the shyness he never knew he could have. 

“I picture Meeting you here, an everyday normal woman who has stolen my heart” He said the blush now appearing as he tried averting your eyes, laughing a bit  “Isn’t that ridiculous? Tell me it so” 

You couldn’t even help how hot you suddenly felt. How aware you were about how close you two sat. How maddening it was to be so close to him physically and emotionally. 

“I think its best if i go Rengoku-San. Thank you for the food However i hope to see you sometime soon” 

Your gaze didn’t meet his. Your face red and running impossibly hot, His eyes, his demeanor shifted that like a child who just got scolded. Did he really mess this all up? 

However with a shaken breath you smiled at him. Holding his empty hand and placing the small hair pin that held it all together. Your laugh was shaken as you looked at him, his bewildered eyes staring at you 

“A promise Rengoku-san! I must go!” You spoke rather loudly before running out of the establishment. He knew this hair pin was very special to you. It held a lot of meaning he knew as much. 

With a reddened face he placed it safely besides his scabbard held tight by his belt. 

Paying for the food he left quickly too. His heart was beating ever so fast. He hoped he would see you very soon.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #x reader #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kny kyojuro #demon slayer kyojuro #kny rengoku #kyojuro rengoku #demon slayer x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader

[martiandmichelle]

This poor guy should have checked the battery in his camera before he came over for a photograph me/fuck me day. (Photo from a few years ago.)

And so this is Christmas. . .

It's a bit presumptuous to call something you've been doing for 4 years a "tradition" but it seems that way here at Marchelle. All of us 40+ ladies from Studio M will gather in the great room of the main house at 4:00 am and, for about 90 minutes, we'll all sit together over coffee, hot tea (my choice), hot chocolate, mimosas, and mulled wine just to enjoy each other's company - a room full of laughter. Then, around 5:30, Gail and Maria will disappear into the kitchen (with a few helpers) and make us all the Mother of all English breakfasts - with a southern twist: scrambled and fried eggs, bacon, sausage, beans, fried toast, baked tomatoes, (we'll skip the kippers), sauteed mushrooms, grits, pancakes with blueberries and raspberries, pastries, etc. We'll all feast together and revel in the sweet wine of friendship.

At Christmas, traditions can start anytime and any place for traditions are where the heart finds peace. Even now, as I woke before most of the other ladies (except Maria and Gail) and sit sipping hot tea with my dog Saks in my lap at 3:00 am with my wife Roxy and daughter Michelle with me, I realize how blessed I am through good times and hard times. And it's worth a few tears of happiness and memories and joy.

I wish I could somehow make you understand how important all of YOU are to me and to us. Together we share fantasies, visions, heartfelt desires, and, really, friendship and love. Oh, and lust, too! You're more important to us than you can ever realize.

Whatever your beliefs, traditions, and dreams may you find peace this special time of year. And whether you'll be spending time with family, friends, pets, or even by yourself, we all wish you joy and pray you know just how important you are to us - and to the world.

Love,

Marti (and the rest of Marchelle/Studio M)

#marti

[the-princess-of-loki]

The Switching Gamble

A twist on Loki and Sigyn's wedding myth.

Part I: Here.

Part II: Wedding Night.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC (reader)

Warnings: smut, graphic descriptions of smut, first time, minors DNI.

Loki and I entered his chambers violently. We had just finished our wedding feast, which Odin insisted on not going, and now we finally had our alone time as a married couple. Loki hasn’t stopped touching me or kissing me since the All-father, without knowing, married us. Now that we didn’t need to hide our feelings for each other anymore, he was showing me his sweetest side, and I adored it. 

As we entered his chambers, Loki kept kissing me, his hands leaving my body just for a second to close the doors behind him. Then, he lifted me, carrying me in his strong arms. He walked quickly across his chambers with me in his arms, never separating his lips from mine. When we reached his enormous bed, he laid me on it carefully. His penetrating emerald-like eyes stayed on me as he did so. The way his intense gaze went down and up my body, looking at every part of me that my wedding dress allowed him to, made me shiver in anticipation. I was breathing hard due to our previous kiss, but my breath got stuck in my throat just by his look. It was intense, as always, but it was also feral, full of hunger and desire. I felt like a goddess just by the way he looked at me.

Loki left one of his knees next to me on the bed and he stood up on his other foot. Still with his gaze on my body, he slowly undid his leather green robe, unbuttoning it with his long and sensual fingers. I followed the piece of clothing as it made its way to the floor and then stared at his pale torso. He was lean but toned. His pectorals and abdominals were completely shredded. His chest hair was scarce but soft, the same as his lower abdomen hair. I wanted to caress it, to feel it, but I remained in my place. Nerves were starting to kick in at the moment. Loki smiled softly at me as he lay on top of me again, kissing my temple lovingly.

“There is nothing for you to worry about, my beautiful Jade,” he whispered in my ear. “I shall take care of you, I shall take care of every single need you may have and I shall do so impeccably. You shall never miss anything, my lovely wife.”

Loki kissed my lips again, softly, sweetly. He caressed the sides of my waist soothingly. I tentatively moved my hands to caress his chest and the truth is that once I started, I couldn’t stop. His skin was soft and beautiful. I wanted to explore every single part. As the second passed by, my caresses became more confident and our kiss more passionate. His strong arms embraced me tightly as we kept kissing. His expert tongue licked my lower lip, as if tasting it, and then made its way inside my mouth. Our lips parted and our tongues met, sensually caressing each other. Our hands explored each other’s bodies with urgency but slowly at the same time, enjoying being able to touch each other in such an intimate way. It was as if our bodies were eager to discover and unite each other, but we wanted to take it slow and enjoy our first time together. Why wouldn’t we? Now that we were officially married, we had an eternity ahead of us.

Loki’s lips and tongue left mine to kiss my chin, my jaw, the sweet spot behind my ear and down my neck. He kissed my collarbone and my neckline until he reached the beginning of my wedding dress. I felt goosebumps everywhere his lips passed by and my heart beat wildly against my chest, my corset almost suffocating me. As if he were able to feel what I was feeling due to his skilful lips, Loki put his lips next to my ear and whispered:

“May I take your dress off, my princess?”

It warmed my heart that he asked me for permission even when he didn’t need to. His gaze showed his concern for making me feel comfortable with this. If I could love him any more, I would have at that precise moment. I caressed his cheek and kissed his lips softly before nodding at him with a sweet smile on my lips. Loki kissed my cheek lovingly before crawling on the bed behind me. He unzipped my dress slowly, while his lips kissed my nape and back. They were sweet, reassuring kisses and they were definitely accomplishing their mission. My dress was eventually on the floor and I was only wearing my undergarments. Loki kissed his way up from my shoulder to my neck, still kneeling behind me. He put his fingers on my chin and gently moved my face to one side. Our lips met again in a passionate kiss as his hands moved up and down my body, caressing every part my undergarments allowed him to. I moved on the bed, caressing his soft black hair as I got closer to him. I moan a little in his mouth at the expertise shown by his hands when touching me. Loki undid my hair as we kept kissing, letting it fall like a cascade on my back. He caressed it as our tongues played together and caressed each other in a sensual game. When he broke our kiss because we needed to breathe, Loki looked at me directly into my eyes and I felt naked. As if he could read my soul with that intense gaze of his.

“Do you trust me, my princess?” Loki asked in a husky voice. I was so lost in his gaze and the sensual way his voice sounded that I needed to take some minutes to answer him.

“With my life, Loki.”

“I shall make you feel the most pleasure you have ever felt, my princess. I promise you shall never experience more pleasure than the one I am about to cause you. I beg you to let yourself experience all the pleasure and leave the rest to me, my lovely wife.”

His green eyes intensely looking into mine, his husky voice, his promises; it was all too much for me to bear. I just let myself go, relaxing into his arms and letting him do what he wished with me, as he had asked me to. Loki kissed me again, passionately and his hands caressed my body again. Without breaking our kiss, he took off my brassier, throwing it on the floor. I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious because Loki’s lips kept attacking mine. His hands slowly moved up my body, from the sides of my waist until he was able to cup both my breasts in his big hands. He let go of my lips to look me in the eyes as he caressed and squeezed a little my breasts, making me moan softly. I blushed but he just smiled at me, nibbling my lower lip. He grabbed my nipples in between two of his long fingers and pinched them, making me gasp and move my hips involuntarily. Loki kept playing with my nipples until they were both hard and I was heaving. One of his hands stayed where it was, playing with my nipple, and the other started to caress my skin downwards. He kissed my neck as his hand followed my stomach until he reached my underwear. He moved it below my underwear until he reached my core. He caressed it, causing more gasps to escape my mouth as I let my head rest on his shoulder. Then, he started to rub my clit slowly. I moaned as he kept rubbing my clit, playing with my nipple and nibbling my neck with his teeth. It was all too much. I didn’t know how much I was going to be able to tolerate. Again, it seemed as if he could feel my feelings due to his ministrations. He didn’t go on torturing me with that endless but pointless pleasure.

Loki grabbed my hips and lifted me up, laying me on the bed next to him. He stood up to take off his trousers as he kept his gaze on me. He kissed my inner thigh as he got rid of my underwear. Then, he positioned himself on top of me, opening my legs and resting his arms right next to my head.

“You are the most precious gem I have ever laid eyes upon, my beautiful princess.”

Loki gave me a short, sweet kiss and then he entered me, our bodies becoming one, finally. I moaned highly, partly from pleasure, partly from pain. It was my first time with a man and I knew from others’ words that it was probably going to hurt. Loki breathed hard, staying still to give me some time to adjust to this new intrusion into my body. He kissed my temple, my cheekbones, my cheeks, my chin, my neck and everywhere he could reach. It was distracting enough for me and I could only smile at him for showering me with so much affection.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked as his green eyes looked deeply into mine, showing his concern. “Do you want us to stop?”

“No, not at all,” I took a deep breath. “I want to be your wife in every sense possible, Loki,” I caressed his hair, kissing him again. He smiled softly at me.

“You, my dear Jade, are my wife. No matter what anybody says or thinks, you are my wife, my princess, my love and have been since we first met.”

I smiled again and kissed him. Our lips joined in a sweet kiss and Loki started to move slowly, out and inside of me. I moaned against his lips and he moaned back. I put my hands on his back as he embraced me tighter. We started to make love passionately, our moans becoming higher and more frequent as Loki moved faster. I felt him inside me and there was no better feeling than that one. I wanted to feel it for the rest of my life. And I may be as lucky as that.

As Loki kept moving, he kissed my neck, biting it softly. Then he moved down my collarbone, my neckline until he found my nipple. His tongue played with it, making the pink bud get harder and darker again. I kept moaning as his hands expertly caressed my body, his tongue kept teasing me as he kept moving inside and out of me. It was the most exciting experience of my life and it was just the first time.

I moved my hands to his front, on his chest, and brought his lips towards mine to kiss him again. I couldn’t help myself, it was as if his lips were my addiction. Suddenly, I felt a rush of sexual adrenaline inside of me that was so pleasurable that my moans weren’t enough to express it. And then, it was all out. I screamed Loki’s name in my extasis, not knowing what was happening to me, but letting myself enjoy it. If Loki was causing me to feel this rush of adrenaline, then I would embrace it and enjoy it fully. After some more minutes, Loki smiled at me softly as he embraced me tightly, and nuzzled my temple with his nose.

“That, my beautiful princess, is what lies ahead of you for the rest of our eternity together.”

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki god of mischief #loki fluff #loki friggason #god of mischief #mcu #loki of asgard #loki of jotunheim #loki smut #loki x female reader #loki laufesyon x reader

[chloe-skywalker]

More Than - Ser Harwin Strong

Ser Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader Targaryen

Warnings: G.O.T

Word count: 1,307

Summary: Princess Y/n and Ser Harwin may harbor feelings for eachother. But when marriage is brought up will it bring it all apart or together?

Authors Note: Might’ve changed a few things for fun and for the story. This is the first House Of The Dragon story I wrote but it was not the first typed or posted. 

Masterlist

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“Princess” Harwin nodded at seeing her approach from down the long hallway. He had been talking to a member of the Kingsguard.

Upon seeing the princess coming their way the other knight said farewell to Ser Harwn and left.

“Ser” Y/n greeted as she walked over to the knight. “I hope I didn’t interpret anything important.” She said as they watched the other knight leave.

“Nothing that’s more important than you, my princess.” Harwin smiled, turning to face her, giving her his full attention like he always does when she’s around.

“You flatter me Ser Harwin.” Y/n blushed looking down for a moment, flattered by his words.

“Its the truth princess. I prefer your company over anyone else's.” Harwin tell’s her honestly.

“Is that right.” Y/n smirked slightly at his statement. Not many people would talk so freely to her, and she enjoyed that about Ser Harwin Strong.

“It is yes.” He mirrored her expression.

“Well I think I should tell you Ser Harwin that I feel the same.” Y/n admits with a big smile forcing itself upon her lips.

“Is that right.” Harwin repeated her words from before with amusement in his eyes.

“It is yes.” Y/n followed suit repeating his as well.

The two laughed together, always enjoying each other's company.

“Will you be at the feast tonight?” She asked once their laughs had calmed down.

“I will. Could never miss a chance to be in your company.” He answered honestly, looking in her eyes, his shining with the truth of his words.

“Y/n!” Rheanyra called from down the long hallway waving her sister over.

Rheanyra’s call caught both Y/n and Harwin’s attention, glancing at her before setting their sights back on eachother.

“I’m being summoned. It was lovely talking to you Ser Harwin.” Y/n smiled up at the knight in front of her, excited to see him later on at the feast.

“And you, my princess.” Harwin gave a nod of his head understanding she had to go but had enjoyed their conversation.

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“Father. You wanted to see me.” Harwin spoke as he entered his fathers chambers. His father had requested him to talk.

“Yes Harwin. We need to discuss something of importance.” Lyonel told him getting straight to the point. He held his hand out gesturing to the chairs nearby for them to sit down while they talked.

“And what may that be father.” Harwin spoke as they walked over and took a seat.

“Marriage.” Lyonel stated looking Harwin in the eyes.

“Father-”

“You knew this was coming eventually.” He cut his son off before he could speak any further.

Harwin stayed silent knowing that this did indeed have to happen at some point. But he enjoyed his company in Kings Landing and his service to the crown. Harwin didn’t really want to leave all that.

“I have a proposal that I’m going to talk to the King about but I wanted to tell you first.” His father continued before taking a deep breath, his plans would change his son’s life drastically and his future if it was agreed upon. “I’m going to offer your hand in marriage to the King for the princess.”

“Which princess?” Harwin gulped at the possibility not upset with it but that could change depending on which princess it was. Both are great lady’s but he only fancied one of them in that kind of way.

“Princess Y/n.” Lyonel tell’s him with nerves in his voice. Lyonel personally thought the two got along well and seemed to like each other so he hoped his son would be happy with his choice. “Are you okay with that?”

Harwin smiled, he was more than happy with his father’s choice. “More than okay with it.”

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Later that night at the feats it was in full swing and there were lots of people, all doing different things. Some were sitting and eatting while others danced or stood around talking.

Harwin took notice of Y/n not long after he entered. He saw her stuck talking to Lord Lannister and Harwin decided to go make his way over to her and save her.

“My princess. Would you like to dance?” Harwin held his hand out, offering her an out from their current situation stuck talking to the arrogant Lannister.

“I would love to Ser.” Y/n smiled gratefully at him for saving her from the pompous ass.

As the two danced Y/n glanced over and saw both of their fathers talking to each other with wide smiles on their faces. “I wonder what they could be talking about.”

“I may have an idea.” Harwin glanced to where she was looking, seeing the same thing as her before answering. He knew exactly what they were talking about and if their smiles were anything to go off of it was a success on his fathers part.

“Mind sharing?” Y/n raised an brow in question.

“Follow me.” Harwin nodded after getting a nod from his father. He guided Y/n out of the great hall to the gardens.

Y/n walked over to the balcony looking up into the sky, gazing up at all the stars that lit up the night along with the moon. “It’s beautiful tonight out here.”

“It is.” Harwin agreed glancing up but he mainly meant the beauty standing right infront of him. His princess.

“Now Ser Harwin, mind telling me your idea of what our fathers could be talking about in there?” Y/n turned to look at him wondering about what it could be.

“My father told me earlier today that he would be proposing a proposition to your father tonight. “ He spoke as he stepped up to her.

“And what might this propersituation be about?” Y/n questioned not wanting to get her hope’s up but she had a sneaking suspension.

“Marriage. Between you and I, princess.” Harwin told her watching for her reaction. 

“Oh?” Y/n was shocked but not disappointed. She was actually happy.

“That is if you want Princess? I would never want to force a commitment on you princess.” Harwin couldn’t read how she was feeling about this news, so he wanted her to know they could work something out.

“Ser Harwin if we are to be man and wife I believe and would like for you to call me by my name. No title.” Y/n smiled at him with a tilt of her lips teasing him just a little.

“As you wish princess- y/n. As long as it’s mutual. Please just call me Harwin.” He smiled out of relief and happiness wanting it to be like she said, no formalities.

“Of course, Harwin.”

“So then I take it you're okay with this arrangement?” Harwin asked, wanting to make sure.

“Out of all the men that have asked for my hand in marriage, Harwin Strong are my favorite.” Y/n laughed at his double checking. Even though it was very sweet.

“Showing favoritism?” He raised a brow teasing her.

“Perhaps.” Y/n bit her lip reaching out to interlace their fingers before looking up at him. Her knight and future husband. “To answer your question though. Yes I am more than okay with a marriage to you, Harwin. You are someone I can laugh with, be myself with, smile with, and you're someone I truly trust. We could have a happy marriage together.” 

Harwin leaned his head down, resting their foreheads together. “I vow to make you the happiest wife in the whole realm. For as long as I live.”

“I can’t wait.” Y/n said before tilting her head up to kiss him.

Happy marriages and falling in love weren’t very common especially for arranged marriages but Harwin and Y/n had both and they didn’t plan on letting it go.

Taglist: @gruffle1 @padawancat97 @misspendragonsworld

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[shywritersblog]

Here are 100 random quotes from Asmodeus!

Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they're minor spoilers)

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“Oh, my ♡ MC, you little minx! Are you trying to show off my lovely legs to the entire Devildom?”

“But the question is whether you really mean what you say. Maybe if I reach in, pull out your heart, tear it open, and have a look inside I'd know for sure?”

“Then let's stay like this. Mm... Your neck feels soft, MC…”

“I can't believe you would actually imply I was a pervert! I only wanted to give MC something pleasant to look at.”

“Anyway MC, why don't you go ahead and take off your clothes so the two of us can enjoy a nice bath together.”

“Asmo's special cutie-pie kiss! Mwah ♡”

“But now I feel alive again, sitting in here with you drinking nice, warm cocoa.”

“Yoo-hoo, little ghosties ♡ Go on, feast your eyes upon me..!”

“Ugh, it's so dark in here! I can't take it... It's just so EXCITING!”

“You must be curious to know just how wonderful a punishment can be...”

“I'd have to say I'm most afraid of... me!”

“Since you're so adorable, I'll lock you up in my own little love jail so you'll be all mine ♡ So, don't be shy. Come here, Darling.”

“Oh, be careful around my ankles, would you? Too much pressure will ruin my perfect legs.”

“I'm hopeless at this kind of stuff since I've never lifted anything heavier than a facial massager.”

“To be honest, I was hoping to drive you mad with desire! That was my eventual goal, at least...”

“Hehe. Can't move? Aww, look how good you're being! Now, you stay just like that, okay...”

“In other words, I want you to be my plaything from now on, so I'm never bored ♡”

“Ugh, I'm so dizzy..! MC’s the only one who can save frail little Princess Asmo!”

“Oh, while we're at it why not take a video? For your exclusive viewing pleasure, of course ♡”

“I mean, I suppose I could put on a little show for you...but it won't be cheap.”

“..What? Are you stupid? Is your eyesight just that bad? Do those eyes of yours even work, or are they just there for decoration?”

“You want to do whatever you can to make me happy, because I'm worth it.”

“Hehe, now look what I've done. I got so excited that I pushed you down onto your back! Sorry!”

“Help, MC! There's a demon staring at me like he's gonna eat me!”

“And that means something coming from someone as ridiculously beautiful as me. I don't really say it to anyone other than you, you know?”

“I mean, I'm adorable. Doesn't it just tickle your protective instincts?”

“You're so cute. When I look at you, I can tell what's going through your head, even if you don't actually say it. That's right.”

“I'm sorry for being so beautiful that even confinement suits me! Then again, I always knew I was fated to be the captive damsel in distress...”

“Like, first I imagine a beautiful man and a beautiful woman. And then I picture us doing ALL sorts of naughty things to each other!”

“And then they had to do the walk of shame! ♡”

“Oh, you might be right! The runny makeup look can be kind of sexy!”

“I'll go ahead and watch you. Just in case you have any trouble changing clothes.”

“Hmmm? Like what? Mammon, you'd better get your mind out of the gutter ♡”

“I mean, here I am, right next to you, still wet from my bath. You really don't feel anything?”

“I guess that means I'M GOING TO HAVE TO KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU...!”

“Ugh, I'm ready to die of boredom! So, come on! Dance for me. I can't wait to see what you can do!”

“That's our sexy Solomon ♡ See, I knew you could do it if you tried!”

“Really, you're just flowers. Listen to you bragging about how beautiful you are...it's kind of embarrassing.”

“Ooh, are you trying to figure out where WE should go on a romantic getaway?! Aw, muffin! You don't need to beat around the bush for that kind of thing! You can be honest!”

“Huh? You're my little dove from earlier, aren't you? MC, was it?”

“That's probably my pheromones ♡”

“You're the best, MC! Your dazzling smile has the power to woo every demon in the Devildom ♡”

“Whaaat, you're still alive? Well that's boring...”

“But first, I want you to know exactly what it is that threatens to rend a delicate heart such as mine to ribbons. So be sure to pay attention, love. Nothing makes me angrier than being ignored. Truly.”

“All of the eyes are on me, I charmed all of them! Just look at me! It's a sin to be this perfect!”

“Mmmfm… gonna take everyone prisoner… mm...”

“When I first heard that we'd be shooting each other with squirt guns and getting wet, I found the whole thing kind of stupid. But it also involved coming up with plans to drive your opponents into a corner and anticipating their moves... which I found pretty enjoyable.”

“If I were like Lord Diavolo, I could have any demon or human I wanted.”

“Aaaah, this is where I belong. Sitting on a throne!”

“Surely, tempting humans is what demons are all about?”

“And next time, you're welcome to be even bolder. I want your scent all over my clothes.”

“Oh my gosh! Even from behind, I am such a snack!”

“Ooh, I know exactly what you mean! It's like, you can't help but want to lie down together on a bed or a sofa and do all sorts of naughty things-“

“Butlers, you see...their services extend into the night, as well.”

“Aaah, I've never tried rope play before, but I think I like it ♡”

“That's a rather...traditional approach. I would've just seduced him.”

“There's just something nice about being completely overpowered and brought to submission like that, you know?!”

“Right now, I'm totally hooked on this exercise where I blow up balloons to strengthen my facial muscles. Do you wanna give it a try?”

“Filth? You should know that eroticism is a valid form of art.”

“I mean, I wrapped him in chains like you said, but l've got such soft, beautiful, tender hands. They aren't suited for such a rough job. Really, you should've known that…”

“Hehe. Lies are like accessories, hun.”

“But, I'd sure feel better if you came and comforted me. I mean, I'm aaaaall alone in my room right now. If you don't come over, I'll probably start crying on account of how lonely I am.”

“Let's meet in my room when the party is over. We can have our very own Valentine's Day afterparty, just the two of us ♡”

“I'm in desperate need of stimulation to my senses!”

“To think that even Mister Stiff and Serious Angel here is feeling his heart skip a beat...I love it! ♡”

“What the movie lacks is sexiness! Shall we add more revealing scenes, like me in a swimsuit?”

“...Ummm, is this some sort of joke? You look like a chicken in heat.”

“Oh, but with you it's different, MC! I only want to do your nails as an excuse to flirt ♡”

“Oh, how exciting! Better get back snug under the covers and wait for my impending arousal ♡”

“Yes, I do. I love butts!”

“It would be ideal if we were both au naturel, honestly...”

“Ahh, I feel so graceful when i'm shooting ♡”

“I left a dying message with lipstick, so you better catch the culprit!”

“Guess I'll just have to come over and shake things up for you ♪”

“See, I just knew you'd say that! Because we're obviously an extra-compatible super couple!”

“I'd love to. I'll make you look so good, you'll be drooling over yourself.”

“..No one will know if I take a single muffin, right? I'll just grab one while they're not looking. Yoink! ♡”

“Oh yeah, Satan is totally the type to start with the tongue first!”

“Look out, or I'll tear you to bits with my sharp claws!”

“Apologize? Me? I'm sorry, but I'm not quite sure why you'd want me to do that. I mean, true, I suppose an entire country was destroyed in the end, but how could I have known that would happen, hm?”

“Drastic times call for drastic measures. Step aside, boys my sexy dance is about to begin...!”

“Hehe. Trying to butter me up, are you? Tell me, what are you hoping will happen when you succeed?”

“I'm the life of the party. The eye candy, the one who makes everyone else feel better. I need to work hard, too...for the sake of my brothers!”

“Now, now, I may not be as quick to anger as the Lord of Fools, but still. If you don't do what I say, I might have to punish you…”

“By the way, your costume was really cute, MC. Just thinking about it makes my heart go pitter-patter!”

“And now I'm a demon. Which means I could charm any sorcerer, no matter how evil! I'll have him dancing in the palm of my hand!”

“Oh Solomon, THANK YOU! You're so amazing I think I'm going to swoon! I love you..!”

“A scolding? Ooh, I wouldn't mind being scolded by you, sweetie ♡”

“FYI: It's super obvious what's running through your dirty little mind right now, Mammon…”

“Brother dearest ♡ I'm sooooo thirsty! Could you get me some blood, please and thanks? ♡”

“My charm is the greatest weapon of all! I'll steal your hearts right where you stand ♡”

“Ooh, MC, are you on Devilgram and Fab Snap? Because we totally need to friend each other!”

“I mean, I suppose I could put on a little show for you… but it won't be cheap, you know? Also, I charge extra for pictures and touching.”

“Nuh-uh. I'll be the one to win that right! Prepare to be slain in style, everyone ♡”

“I'm actually quite exhausted. So, I was thinking you could hold me in your arms for a little while so I can recharge ♡”

“If you want to experience this exfoliating paradise with me, don't hesitate to join in ♪ You know I always have an open-door policy in effect for you, love ♡”

“If both of us are charging, there's going to be sparks”

“I need you to put some cream on my back for me ♡ Yes, a backrub and nothing more. If you, on the other hand, are looking for a happy ending, I'm more than ready, my dear ♡”

“Oh, is my little MC scared? Come cling to my bosom, darling. I'll make you feel aaaall better ♡”

“I'm actually going out soon, and this fastener is giving me so much trouble. I can't get it up by myself. It could really use a good tug ♪ I should mention that my back is extremely sensitive. The slightest touch, and...well let's just say it will be hard to hold back. So sorry if I get you too excited ♡”

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Number 100 is my favourite, literally makes me blush

I will be doing a part 2 for Asmo, he is just so chaotic and lovely!

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𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

#justice for asmodeus #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #self ship #obey me crack #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me asmo x mc #obey me canon #canon #writing prompt

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Nameday: The Feast

Pairing: Chubby!Aegon x Plussize!fem!reader

Word Count: 6k

Summary: After a day trip into the city, Aegon takes you back to the Red Keep for a marvelous feast and very happy news.

Tags: obvious infidelity, mentions of cheating, window sex, nipple play, humping, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, creampie, breeding kink, oral sex (m. and f. giving/receiving), body worship, thigh worship (light), marital roleplay sort of.

Previous Chapter: Nameday: Madam Rosetta's

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You returned to The Red Keep as the sun fell away to night, leaving the last few rays of sunlight in the sky. You’d hoped for a small rest from all the events of the day, but you knew better. Your mother and sisters must be waiting for you somewhere in the keep, and you must see them. The carriage came to a stop, and you saw guards dismounting their horses for the stables. Looking at the entry doors, you did not wish to go inside. Your body felt heavy from the day, and the thought of walking exhausted you further. Aegon’s warm arms did not help matters. He nuzzled your nose and kissed the tip of it, content to keep you a few seconds longer.

“May I receive these gifts of yours later?” you asked, burying your face in his neck. “I fear I may faint if I am left to stand any longer.”

He chuckled, “Then you may sit while I have them brought to you. I think it’ll be good for your family to see how good your brother-in-law has been treating you.” 

You smiled, “Maris in particular. She inherited my father’s fierceness and over-protectiveness.” 

“Then I’ll see that the moment is truly special.” 

You shook your head and laughed. Kissing him one final time, a footman then opened the door to let you both out. He stepped out first, then helped you. Back in the castle, you needed to uphold the usual rules: no kissing, no touching, no pet names or displays of affection. The golden hours you spent in his company slowly faded back into the cold darkness around you. Standing in front of him, you wished you could kiss him again. The need aches your very bones. Everything in you screamed to do it; to forget the people around and taste his lips before you’re forced away from them. 

“I enjoyed today, Your Grace,” you grinned at him. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me too early, love,” he whispered, kissing your knuckles gently. “The day is not done.”

Nearby, a pair of maids passed by, caught your gaze, and then walked briskly. You slipped your hand from Aegon’s and turned away from him. “We’re home now,” you said, “We shouldn’t.”

“As I have said before,” he brought you close to him, “I no longer care. Let them say and think whatever they wish. It will not mean anything soon enough.”

“Wait, what do you-”

“-So, put those thoughts out of your pretty head,” he pecked your lips lightly, “And come inside with me.” 

Your arms linked together, and he guided you into the keep. Every step ached your feet, and you could not wait to sit again. House Baratheon were being hosted in the Red Keep, so finding your mother and sisters in your sitting room did not surprise you. What did surprise you was the pile of boxes and packages sitting by a chair left for you. 

“Ah, Y/N, you’re back,” your mother said, putting down her tea cup, “I worried we may have to send men to search the city.”

“It was no fault of hers, my lady,” Aegon told her as he led you to the armchair beside the pile. “The time slipped away from us during our walk in the city.” He sat on the sofa closest to your seat. Ada poured tea for both of you. 

“Where did you go?” Floris asked you, interested.��

“Hill Square,” you replied. “You should see it. It’s marvelous. Artists, street performers, fortune tellers and craftsmen all sell their skills and pieces there. It was colorful, vibrant, and strangely magical. I’d never seen that part of the city before. I’ll show you tomorrow if we have the time.” 

“You mean to tell me you’ve been traveling a little market square for four hours?” your mother asked, unconvinced by your story. “How big is this market?”

“Well, the market was only part of it,” you quickly recovered. “His Grace showed me other places in the city, as well,” you grinned at him, “And as he said, we lost track of the time.”

Your mother appeared unconvinced still, but she allowed the half-truth to slip by her for now. “Well, it gladdens me to see someone in King’s Landing taking care of our Y/N,” she said, sipping from her cup. “My lord husband and I worried she may be a bit lonely here, since Prince Aemond is far away in the Riverlands.”

“I can assure you Princess Y/N is anything but lonely here,” Aegon said, patting your knee affectionately. “She spends a majority of her days with my children and my mother. They’ve become very fond of her. She’s part of our family now, and that makes her very important to me.”

“Very important, indeed,” you heard the jest in Floris’s voice as she sipped from her tea cup. 

“We’re all happy to hear that,” Cassandra said to cover up Floris’s amusement. “Y/N is very special to all of us, Your Grace-”

“-May we all speak plainly for a moment, Your Grace?” Maris interjected, almost irritably. 

“Of course,” Aegon said. 

“What do you plan to do about Prince Aemond?”

“Maris!” your mother gasped, jaw-dropped in shock. 

“Forgive me, My King, but your brother’s sordid affair has caused a severe issue between our families,” she continued. “I have read the reports my father receives from his men that are in Harrenhal. They all say Prince Aemond is rarely seen absent his mistress, and that he openly shows her affection and favor. That, Your Grace, not only insults my sister, but both of our families-”

“-Maris, that is enough,” your mother scolded her. “I’m sorry, Your Grace. Maris can be a bit-”

“-I do not care where your brother finds his pleasures, but I do care about how it affects our Y/N. She deserves better, and I assure you, my father will not take the slight sitting down-”

“-Maris, please.” Your plea doused Maris’s fire, and she sat forward in her seat. “Your Grace, forgive my sister, please,” you told him, “She didn’t mean to insult Prince Aemond-”

“-I don’t care that she did,” Aegon comforted you. “She speaks nothing but the truth.” He looked to your family, “I agree with Lady Maris that what my brother has done damages the alliance our families made with their marriage. When Lord Borros confronted me yesterday morning about the issue, I was sure he’d declare war against my family for it. But, I will tell you all that I have spoken to your father about this, and amendments are being made.”

“What sort of ‘amendments’?” you asked, bemused. 

“Shall we gloss over this unpleasant talk,” he ignored your question, “And have you open some of your gifts, hm?” 

“We shall,” your mother agreed, eager to leave the topic behind. “Go on, pick one.”

You’d picked the topmost box, about the size of your fist, when the doors opened. A knight of the Kingsguard arrived holding a scroll in his gloved hand. 

“Pardon, Your Grace,” he bowed to Aegon, “But a raven arrived from Harrenhal. The Hand has called a small council meeting.”

Aegon met him by the door, taking the scroll from him and reading it carefully. He glanced over at you, then back to the letter. He rolled it closed, and stood up straight. “Forgive me, Princess,” he said, coming back over to you, “I have business to attend to. I will see you at the feast tonight.”

“Is everything alright?” you asked him concernedly. 

“Don’t worry about it. Enjoy your tea, and open your gifts.” 

He kissed your forehead, bid farewell to your family, and led the guard out of the room. While you sisters and mother started talking, you stared at the door. Whatever word he’d received from Aemond must not be good. You worried perhaps they’d lost a battle, and Rhaenyra’s forces march upon King’s Landing right now. Maybe they’ve received an awful blow, and will need to regroup and recover. The worst thought reached you while you opened the box in your lap: Aemond is returning home. He’ll be back in your life, and forever remain a wall between you and Aegon. 

Like Raelor in the play, you prayed Aemond never came home. 

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Time for the feast finally came. In a gown of periwinkle velvet with gold silk lining, you entered the grand hall full of guests. The gold and pearl necklace around your neck was another gift of Aegon’s, but your mother gifted you the gown. You anxiously ran your fingers over the inner cuffs of your sleeves. The antlers bordering them acted as branches for blooming flowers. At the waistline, you noted the gold dragon weaving around a tree made of antlers. No doubt this gown symbolized both houses. Walking into the room, the herald announced your entry:

"Lady Y/N of House Baratheon, daughter of Lord Borros and Lady Elenda"

You found that strange. The herald normally said 'Princess' since you married Aemond. All eyes fell on you, and took your mind off it. Seeing the nobles around you, you found their staring irritating. You tried taking it as them acknowledging the guest of honor, but you felt the judgment behind some eyes. But, you refused to pay them mind. Aegon wouldn't want you to, and you wished to enjoy the ball. 

Your father and mother sat beside Queen Alicent. You saw them being happier than usual. Queen Alicent and your mother spoke cheerfully to one another, while your father spoke to Otto Hightower, Hand of the King and Aegon’s grandfather. You found the scene strange. Not because of the happiness, but due to their faces when you approached the table. All smiles turned on you, and you sensed they'd all been talking about you. 

"Princess Y/N, you look lovely this evening," Alicent said with a smile, looking over your gown. 

"Thank you, Your Grace," you curtsied.  

"It is her special day," your mother told her. "We wanted Y/N to look her best."

"Yes…um, of course…" you said, walking past them to the empty seat on Aegon’s left. “As always…” 

"You do look divine, love," Aegon said, kissing your hand when you took your seat. “Especially the necklace. I take it to mean you liked it?”

“Oh, it’s beautiful, Aegon. Thank you.”

He gently touched one of the hanging pearls, and you briefly remembered it around your neck in the brothel. A shiver went down your spine at the light touch, which made Aegon smirk. 

“I can do it again tonight,” he whispered to you, leaning close in this room full of people. “If you’d like.”

“Aegon, our parents…”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “Wine, love?”

You allowed him to pour you a cup, thankful you managed to sober up before the feast. Aegon must’ve requested all your favorite foods be prepared, as he’d done for the morning picnic. They started with a creamy chestnut soup, with hot crusty bread and  salad of greens topped with apples and pine nuts. You’d staved off eating with your family during tea since you anticipated the large feast ahead of you. While the guests ate their first course, a juggler entertained them. Dressed in a dragon costume, he used flaming torches as his grand finale, which he then breathed onto a roasted pig. You clapped at his skill and talent. 

The second course included chicken cooked in honey and garlic, buttered carrots, white beans and bacon, and roast swan stuffed with mushrooms and oysters. You did not care for the oysters, but you devoured the swan. Flynn Lightfingers appeared during this meal. You listened to him strum his lyre and sing crowd pleasing songs while you ate, enjoying how he did more than just stand and play his instrument. He moved about the tables, winking at maidens and teasing the lordlings and knights. His last song was called ‘The Crowned Stag”, which described The Queen of the Forest, a female stag who every animal in the forest bows to except for the dragon. The dragon says “If thee be a queen, then thee shall be mine, for I am King of the Mountain, and you Queen of the Green”. It did not take much thinking to guess what he was hinting at. 

“I pity the stag,” you said, still clapping at Lightfingers’s last song. “She should’ve stayed Queen of the Forest. Then she’d never become entangled with the dragon.”

“But, the dragon loves her,” he said, washing down the swan with wine. “He makes her his queen because he loves her.”

You thought bitterly of Aemond and his mistress. Idly, you forked a piece of buttery oyster, but did not eat it. She must know so many things about him. You pictured this woman being with Aemond in ways you’d once hoped to be. If he’d given you a chance, you might’ve never turned to Aegon. Then you thought of being without Aegon. You watched the next performer come, a presumed sorcerer who performed marvelous tricks for the royals. Sitting beside him, recalling the events of the day, you couldn’t imagine enjoying it with anyone but him. The messenger from earlier in the day came back to you. 

“What was the letter about?” you asked Aegon, finishing your second slice of swan, and moving into a piece of honeyed chicken instead.  “The one the guard brought you.”

“That? Oh, yes, it was nothing to worry yourself over. It was war business.”

“Did it have anything to do with Aemond, and if he’d be coming home?” Aegon did not answer you. He used the sorcerer’s disappearing maiden trick as a distraction. “Aegon,” you called to him again over his applause, “Was it about Aemond?”

“Must we talk of this now, Y/N?” he asked, “I do not wish to ruin your night with it.”

“I’d like to know.”

He sighed defeatedly, unable to deny you anything. “Prince Daemon is dead.” 

“Okay,” you nodded, knowing what a threat The Rogue Prince and his armies posed to them. “That is good news, is it not? That means we only have Rhaenyra and what little forces she has left to her.” 

“Ser Criston and my brother Daeron are pursuing the rest,” he told you, not meeting your eyes. “Daeron proposes to pardon those who bend the knee to me, and give us hostages or tributes to show loyalty.”

“Again, a good thing, I suppose.” Your stomach churned when you saw where the story headed. “And Aemond?”

“He did not go with my brother or Ser Criston,” he said. “He took the other half of our forces towards Dragonstone to put down Rhaenyra himself. Without her husband and several allies gone, she’s vulnerable. He wanted to bring her here for a public execution, but I told him not to bother. He can bring pieces to show off.” 

“Does he…” you almost did not ask. To ask will bring it further into life, “Does he know when he’ll be home?”

“No. He never said.” He saw your worried expression, and touched your hand, “Do not let it bother you just now. We haven’t had dessert yet, and I’d hate for it to ruin your appetite.” 

“But, Aegon-”

“-I will not speak any more on this, Y/N,” he said sternly, but with a softness behind it. “It won’t matter after tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N, what did I say?”

“You cannot say things like that without an explanation.”

“Y/N.”

You decided not to press him just now. Turning back to the performance, you clapped with the rest when it ended. Sweets then hit the table. Sweetbreads, berry cakes frosted in sugar, pigeon pie, and baked apples steaming with cinnamon came across your plate, and you sampled each one. You thought your dress might burst open from how much you’d eaten tonight, but you couldn’t help it. Thinking of Aemond made you feel worse. 

A group of Braavosi acrobats performed risky and intricate tricks for the court as they dined, but you hardly paid attention. ‘It won’t matter after tonight’? What did he mean like that? Munching one of the baked apples, you recalled your parents’ faces when you came up to them. Glancing at them down the table, your father moved towards his men as dinner ended, and you heard them singing songs loudly and clashing cups. Your mother sat with your sisters, excitedly telling them something that made your sisters equally happy. What would make them all so happy and jovial tonight? Suspicion in you rose when Floris glanced over at you with bright eyes and beaming, but your mother immediately turned her around. You spotted Queen Alicent looking rather pleased with herself, almost relieved. Her eyes met yours and she smiled. The fool in you said she’s only happy to hear the war is coming to an end, and she’ll have all her sons together soon. But, you are not a fool. 

Well, not entirely. 

‘It won’t matter after tonight.’ Aegon sounded so sure in his statement. You observed him while he drank. In those violet eyes, you saw self-satisfaction and smugness. It reminded you of the sly smiles he gave when he won a round of cards or when he managed to get his way. Why will your marriage to Aemond no longer be an issue after tonight? The most obvious sounded the most implausible. 

Aegon planned to marry you. 

You knew of your father’s fury over Aemond’s affair. That old Baratheon pride inside him flared up, and he must’ve threatened to end an alliance between your houses. Baratheon forces being pulled out of battle would be a serious loss to Aegon’s army. The only way your father would keep it is if you remained a married woman. Nothing will please your father more than for one of his daughters to become a queen. You being a queen meant all your children, grand children, and so on will be princes and princesses. Your mother, no doubt, feels the same. Having a sister as a queen, your sisters are likely to have good matches as well. Aegon, you knew, loves you. He always has, you’re certain of it. 

“Dance with me,” Aegon said, offering you his hand. You realized people moved into the empty center of the room, and the musicians struck up another tune. 

Taking Aegon’s hand, he led you to the dance floor. “You hate dancing,” you told him as the both of you moved in unison with the rest of the dancers. 

“But you like it,” he said, “So I tolerate it.” 

“Your Grace,” you said when your bodies came together for a moment, “Can you really do it?” 

Aegon looked at you quizzically as you parted, standing side-by-side. As you both had your backs to each other, arms outstretched, he realized what you meant. “Yes,” he breathed when you faced one another. He stopped dancing, and brought you close to him. Hand on your cheek, and said, “Yes, I can. My grandfather pesters me to find a wife because I must, but I cannot see myself with anyone other than you.” 

"How?"

"I'm the King," he shrugged, "I am able to make annulments happen."

"Only the High Septon can validate those."

"And with proof of Aemond’s infidelity and there being a severe lack of children," he said, "I convinced him that you two never consummated on your wedding night. It is not as if Aemond is here to object, or that he would." He pressed you to him, "And we both know that children will not be a problem for us."

You found it hard to believe. Not until today did Aegon mention marrying you or wanting marriage in general. You entertained the idea in your daydreams; you dreamt about it once or twice before. Yet, you never imagined it'd truly happen. Every time you thought of it, reality set into motion and reminded you that you had Aemond. When he returned, you'd be forced to share a bed with him. It'd be him who gives you a child. It'd be him whom you grew old and gray with, not Aegon. Hearing that the same possibility could happen with Aegon sounded like a joke. A trick. A lie to make you happy. 

"You do not believe me," Aegon stated, cupping your chin so your eyes met his. You loved his eyes. They only ever looked at you with fondness and love. Not like Aemond, who felt nothing for you. "That is fine," he told you, "You will see the truth in time. For now, why don't we pretend we're already married?" He pecked your lips, "And this is our wedding night?"

"Such a happy pretense," you said softly. Aegon might have been lusty when you first met, and even more so after your night together. Yet, his admiration for you was always apparent. "One that will break on the morrow."

"Or become true when The High Septon replies with the signed document,” he said. “For now, sweet wife, dance with me.” 

‘Wife’. The word cracked your armor and made you smile. You continued dancing with Aegon, and saw people staring at you both. It occurred to you that he’d kissed you in a room full of people; that he stared at you as if nobody else in the world mattered. Whatever suspicions people had before certainly became the truth now. You tried to care. Even if Aegon did marry you, people will still believe you’d seduced yourself into the crown. But, as Aegon twirled you around, you couldn’t care less anymore. If what Aegon said was true, you’d be his soon enough. You’ll have the love you always wanted. 

The feast went on late into the night, and soon you found yourself out of breath and drunk on giddiness. Aegon kissed and caressed you up to his chambers in Maegor's holdfast, a castle within a castle. By the time you reached his door, he’d managed to untie the back of your gown, hands sliding underneath the bodice to simply feel you. The touch of his bare hands on your skin rolled out the need buried inside you. Deft fingers working the lacing of your skirt as he walked you backwards inside coaxed out the constant longing you carried. Your arousal clearly lay dormant until this very moment. Your sex throbbed once he removed both bodice and skirt, and your nipples hardened with anticipation. Your hands slid into his hair, tugging at the roots as he kissed along your neck. The marks he’d left earlier faded into tiny spots, but he immediately renewed those while you whined in his ear. He sat you on the writing desk near the windows, spreading your legs apart and kissing you heatedly. The sounds of the keep still came from outside: guards walking to and fro from their posts, party guests walking back to their guests’ quarters or else leaving the keep, servants still moving about or horses neighing the stables from afar. It occurred to you that if you moaned loud enough someone may hear you. 

“Let us get rid of this,” Aegon grunted, kissing down to your cleavage and untying your corset. 

You were sure he’d rip it from you, if he could. Your own hands grabbed at his velvet jerkin, unclasping the front and peeling it from his shoulders. The shirt underneath and his breeches kept you from the rest of him. When he removed your corset, a breath of fresh air filled your lungs. Your breasts dropped down, and Aegon immediately cupped them. Through the chemise, he kissed and nibbled at your nipples, the action leaving a tingling sensation through you. You felt underneath his shirt, your fingers pressing into the soft flesh and pulling him closer. You grinded your bare sex against his breeches, the woolen fabric causing a pleasurable friction between you both. The bump of his bulge brushed right over your lips, and you moaned right into Aegon’s ear. 

Aegon removed your chemise, sliding it up your thighs and then up over your head. His eyes drank in the sight of your naked form. Heat filled your cheeks and you looked away. Aegon started at your thighs, bending down to slide his hands over them as he kissed around your knees. The light kisses might as well have blows to your skin. You felt each one adding to the warmth surging between them. Instinctively, your legs spread as much as your seat on the desk allowed, and he moved further into you. His hands left your thighs for your hips, thumbs sliding between the folds of hips and thighs before going over the curves to the back. His tongue flicked briefly over your cunt, and your soft moan pleased him. You barely felt them, but his hot breath creeping over your exposed sex made you bite your lower lip. Aegon slowly rose from below and kissed up your stomach to your breasts again. He must’ve known how you reacted to his clothes against your naked body, because he then started grinding into you in earnest whilst sucking your breasts. 

“I bet I could make you finish just like this,” he taunted, whirling his tongue over your nipples. “How about we try and see?” 

One hand pinched the other, cupping and teasing it as he suckled the opposite side. He grinded his hips into you once more, earning a long moan in return. His cock twitched against your pussy; the pleasure only elevated when Aegon spread your lips apart for a deeper friction. Your clit dragging across the rough fabric brought a bit of shame to your cheeks. You knew the spots will show tomorrow. People will know The King made you orgasm simply by rocking himself against you. Aegon sensed you holding back, and groaned. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, love,” he said, moving over to your other nipple and brushing his tongue over the hard peak. “I want to pleasure you. I want to pleasure my wife tonight,” he moaned, rolling his hips and pushing his groin to your soaked clit. “Please, don’t hold back,” he said, grabbing both your breasts and kissing you. “I don’t care if anyone hears you.” That familiar tightness built up inside you once the curve of his bulge pushed against your fluttering hole. You angled your hips to it, the top pushing to your clit every time. “That’s it,” he grinned, pecking your lips, “Just like that. Keep going like that.” The sound of people below gave you pause, but Aegon forced you to look at him by the throat. “Your king demands that you cum. It is a crime to refuse a king.”

“Ae-Aegon…” you said his name in a shaky voice, slightly gargled by the grip on your throat. 

“Cum for me,” he rocked his hips into you faster, “Now.” 

As if waiting to be asked, your orgasm burned through you right away. You couldn’t control your pitched moans as sensitivity built up in your clit. Aegon continued the pace, satisfied with the result of you quivering to his touch. When he finally looked down, he smirked. 

“Look at the little mess you’ve made, darling,” he huffed, capturing your lips for a kiss.

“For-Forgive me, Your Grace,” you gulped. 

“Don’t be,” he smiled, “It turns me on even more.” 

He slid you off his desk, and guided you to his bed, kissing and fondling your body still. Aegon did not remove a stitch of clothing. Not even his boots. Pushing you onto your stomach, he helped you kneel on the edge of the bed. Your lower half completely exposed to him, you couldn’t help feeling slightly embarrassed. You always gave into him so easily. You rarely gave him a chase. Perhaps because you enjoyed it too much to resist. 

His warm hands gripped the backs of your thighs, cupping your buttocks and giving one side a spank. The slight sting of pain added to the sensitivity blossoming into your sex. He added to this by sliding his tongue over the hard bundle of your clit. Aegon groaned against it when he brought it into his mouth, sucking so you heard the obscene slurping from below. You grabbed the nearest pillow to rest against, gripping the satin cushion as Aegon relentlessly flicked over your pussy. He occasionally gave your clit a break, choosing instead to slide his tongue as far as he could. You felt dizzy from the amount of pleasure coursing through your body, shuddering and grinding to his face, which he allowed.

“Aegon,” you breathed, gripping at the sheets and burying your face when his thumb rolled over your clit slowly. “Aegon, oh gods, Aegon, please.”

“‘Please’ what, dear wife?” he asked, hungrily sucking your sex just to hear you moan louder. “What is it you wish to tell me, hm?” 

You could barely keep the thought straight. “Fuck!” you almost squeaked the word when his tongue slipped back inside you. “Yes, fuck me…” you panted, clit throbbing as he continued rolling your clit. “Aegon, please…”

“I love hearing you beg,” he chuckled, kissing your thighs as he tortured your oversensitive sex. “Keep doing it. Keep going.”

You begged. You pleaded. You needed some part of him in you, whether it be tongue, fingers or his cock. But, Aegon did no such thing until you were screaming into the pillows under you, another orgasm ripping through your body. Right when you started climbing down from your pique, Aegon rounded you on the bed until he knelt in front of you. 

“Why don’t we give your sweet cunt a bit of rest, hm?” he asked, hastily untying his trousers and withdrawing his red hot cock. It stood up against his pudgy belly; you saw the thick veins pulsating and clear precum leaking from the tip. Him still being clothed aroused you somewhat. You liked the friction and tingling sensation over your skin. Your mouth watered watching it slide down the bulb. “There’s something you need to attend to, Wife.” 

You licked your lips, “Yes, my lord husband.” 

You opened your mouth to let him slowly slip inside. Staying on your elbows, you kept yourself still as Aegon’s cock filled your mouth. Heavy on your tongue, your cheeks hollowing out in every suck, you could taste his cum already. You massaged the underside with your tongue and hummed simply to hear his low groans. You loved the way he drew them out whenever you pulled back slowly, and his lips parted in every breath. Aegon kept his motions slow and steady, kneeling down enough to not hurt your neck too much. But, that didn’t bother you. You simply laid there and enjoyed the taste and feel of him. His pleasure amplified when you grabbed the sack hanging below; you cupped the two stones in your hands and massaged each side with a thumb. Aegon leaned back slightly as the added sensation jerked through him. You sensed him battling with his needs and his wants. He needs to fuck your mouth roughly, but he wants to restrain his eagerness. 

“You’re quite lucky it’s your wedding night,” Aegon chuckled, sliding his cock further into your mouth, “I’m very tempted to just have you.”

His cock popped out, dripping with spit and fluids, and you said, “Then have me. I am yours, after all.” You gave the tip a kiss, licking over the head and wrinkled underside, “Do whatever you like, Your Grace.” 

Aegon tightened his grip on your hair and pushed his hips into your face. He kept the same pace, grunting each time he hit your throat. You knew it'll be hoarse in the morning, but you'd live. The thought of pleasuring your future husband aroused you further. You grinded onto the pillow you'd placed underneath; the soft fabric brushed lightly on your cunt in light strokes and you whimpered. Drool fell from your mouth onto the bed spread, and this encouraged Aegon. He pulled out of your mouth, his eyes focused on the rolling hips on the other side. 

"Should I fuck you now, love?" He asked, panting and stroking his wet cock in front of you. 

"Yes," you gasped, gulping and clearing your throat. 

He let you roll onto your back, finally able to rest your arms and legs as Aegon knelt between them. The light taps to your sex built up the tightness growing in your crotch, only soothed by the long strokes with his shaft. You took one of his hands hurriedly to put on your chest; his hand kneaded the soft flesh and pinched your nipple. Aegon groaned when you lifted his fingers to your mouth and slid them over your tongue. As you sucked your own juices off his hand, Aegon sheathed himself deep inside you. You moaned around his fingers, though you kept licking and sucking as you’d done to his member. The member sliding in and out of you so easily, mixing the fluids from both of you inside you. The member, whose tip is hitting right into your core, causing you to arch your back and rut against him like an animal. Aegon removed his fingers and bent down to kiss you. He rocked his hips harder, quicker, more desperately than before. You knew he’d been anticipating this all day, despite the times before. Something felt different this time. 

You must’ve cried out his name when he hit a particular spot, because then he said:

“I’m going to cum inside you tonight,” he groaned into your ear, kissing your neck. “And the servants will not…will not bring you any-any moontea,” he lifted your knees and pounded you at a different angle that made you grip his shoulders tightly. “You’re going to have my children. Mine. Not his,” he demanded, smirking at your new level of relief. 

“Ae-Aegon-”

“-I’m making you take every single drop,” he emphasized the last words with thrusts. 

You didn’t protest. You wanted him to do it. Maybe if his seed quickened there, Aemond would want to annul your marriage himself. You rolled Aegon onto his back, straddled him properly, and started grinding on him. He took hold of your wide hips, and guided you on his own. With Aemond, you always took such care not to hurt him during sex, since he wasn’t more narrow. Aegon, though, could handle you, and you loved that he could. Bending forward, you rode Aegon faster, tits bouncing in front of his face and ass bouncing on his hips. Having them so close to him, Aegon captured one nipple on his mouth to suck on while he smacked your ass with both hands. 

“Do that again,” you panted, heat rising from your neck to your cheeks and your thighs burning. He did as you asked, his moan vibrating across your skin while he did so. “Again.” He smacked it one more time before giving both sides a squeeze.

Aegon picks up what you’re asking for, and continues doing it over and over. You enjoyed the light stinging his hands brought each time, the sharp pain mingling with the relief Aegon’s cock brought. You felt his girth stretching your entrance, his shaft pumping you easily, and his head pushing right into that spongy spot in your cunt blinded you to everything but the sensations in your body. Your moans grew louder when he held you still and pushed into your pussy. He occasionally slapped your ass while he did this, only making you desperate. 

“Gods, I fucking love your cock!” you cried, unable to keep the words back. “I love having it inside me!”

“Is that so?” he asked with a smirk. In a swift movement, he had you on your back. This time, he locked your knees to your chest and kept the same pace. “You love my cock, huh? This cock here?” he pulled out to run it over your overwhelmed pussy. You swore with a few more rubs, he could’ve completely undone you. 

“Yes,” you whined. “Yes, yes, that one.”

“Good. Do you want to know why?” he asked. 

“W-Why?”

“Because I fucking love your cunt.”

He plunged himself deep inside, and began using short strokes. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when the pleasure mounted you. You gripped the sheets around you for support, skin stretched tight over the knuckles as your body braced for an orgasm. It came after Aegon used his thumb to stimulate your clitoris. Aegon watched you lose all control of yourself as you came over his cock. You couldn't stop your hips from meeting his, or your moans from growing louder. It felt too good. Aegon knew your body so well; probably better than you knew it yourself. You thought you might hang in blissful pleasure forever before it finally ended. 

Aegon did not withdraw from you. He sunk himself to the hilt as he coated your walls with his cum. Hot and thick, you heard the squelching sounds he made whenever he pulled away and back inside. You laid there, legs lifted, in hopes that it might take root through the night. Aegon continued rutting against you until his orgasm subsided, and he collapsed on top of you. He kept his cock buried inside you, as if to move out may risk any chance of a pregnancy. You ran a hand through his silver curls, and pecked his lips. Encompassing one another, you ended up on your sides, kissing and fondling whilst you remained stuck together. You could lay this way forever, even if parts of you ached and fell asleep. Nothing felt as good as being in Aegon’s arms. 

The possibility you may have this forever drifted into your dreams. 

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Hey could I have a Kili x Reader where the reader is someone Gandalf recruited early on the adventure. She spends all her time in the woods and can even converse with animals as well as being an adept hunter and survivalist? Kili just becomes infatuated then and there

Hello!! I'm so sorry this took so long to complete, but I hope you enjoy:

“I thought you said you had another person attending, Gandalf, your apprentice?” Thorin’s words floated above the murmur of the company members as they feasted on poor Bilbo’s pantry. 

“I do, however, unfortunately, they were caught up in other matters. Do not fret, Thorin, they will meet us along the way.” 

“What matters were so important to have missed a vital meeting before we set off on this journey?” Thorin’s tone was criticizing as he imagined a young lad trying to drink himself into a stupor- 

“Medical ones,” Gandalf’s cheery disposition turned into a frown as he gazed upon the dwarf. 

“They are providing medical guidance for a town riddled with disease. I say a sobbing child with a fever needs their attention more than a group of rowdy, but otherwise healthy, dwarves.” 

“My apologies,” Thorin tilted his head to Gandalf who responded in kind. 

“I know you are anxious to meet the final member of your Company, Thorin, trust me when I say everything will fall together- in due time.” 

And that was the last they discussed the missing apprentice, your absence not being brought up again. 

The next morning, after a night of feasting and somber singing, the Company set out on their journey. 

The trees were lush and soon the rolling hills of the Shire had all but disappeared behind the horizon. Coin was shared upon the arrival of Bilbo, but the final member of the Company had still yet to arrive. 

“Gandalf,” Thorin addressed as he fell to the middle of the line where Gandalf was atop of his horse. 

“Do you know when your apprentice will be arriving?” 

“I would say–”

“Right now,” You called out, popping up next to Gandalf as you stared at the bird in your hand. It was a small old-world sparrow, happily chirping as you nodded. 

“You are-” Kili almost interrupted, the Company now halted as they stared at you awaiting introduction. 

“One moment,” You held up a finger, keeping your gaze trained on the bird, pausing in your steps. 

“Thank you,” You said after a moment, smiling at the small creature. You watched as the bird then took off, flying into the trees. 

“You’re Gandalf’s apprentice?” Balin tried this time, your gaze returning to the Company. 

“Yes, I am,” You bowed your head, “My name is (Y/n),” You greeted, your grin widening as each dwarf gave their name. 

“And you?” You stared at Kili who seemed to be starstruck, eyes wide and round as the wind shifted the leaves of the trees, making the sunlight highlight different areas of your face. Dipped in golden light. 

Fili chuckled, turning into a cough as Kili elbowed him harshly in the gut. “Kili, at your service,” he bowed his head. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet all of you,” You turned to Gandalf, “There may be trouble along the old road,” You explained, “The sparrows have seen trolls taking livestock from farmers, they recommend to stay away.”

“Sparrows?” Bilbo questioned and before you could explain, Gandalf was quick to boast. 

“(Y/n) holds many abilities, but one of them is animal conversing, birds are her favorite.”

“They know so much,” You shrugged, as the company resumed traveling. Walking alongside Gandalf, you failed to notice the eyes trained on your form and drinking in your appearance. 

“Also, they say the population of rabbits has increased, especially towards the winding trees further north, we’re likely to be able to catch a few for supper come time to set up camp,” You were already planning your hunt in your head.

Kili felt like he was going to swoon. He was most certainly in deep, and you’ve only said a few sentences. 

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"Feast." Vilmer Slaughter and Darla Slaughter X FEM! Reader.

Hey, hey, hey! It's Multi-May! Here we fucking go, another entry ready to go! A gift fic for a very speical someone in my life that has now been converted to be reader insert friendly. I hope you all enjoy this fucked up triads formation.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5.4K. Vilmer Slaughter And Darla Slaughter X FEM! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Canonical TCM Things (Violence, Gore, Cannabalism.) Teasing. Banter. Making Out. Fingering. Cunnlingus. Vilmer Is An Asshole. Vaginal Sex. Face Sitting. Cum Eating. Thigh Riding. Overstimulation. Multiple Orgasms. Dirty Talk. Threesome.

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You are putting items you want to bring home into your bag, the sound across the room pulls your attention to her. The sound of her chair moving, of her standing, you catch the very pleasant sight of her stretching, hands above her head, fingers interlaced, eyes closed and a sigh crossing her lips. She was standing just far enough out from her desk you get the full effect, eyes dragging from well manicured fingers, to her well styled hair, painted features. The small arch of her back and the way her ample chest caused the buttons of her blouse to strain just a hair, down the tight and short skirt that hugged her hips and thighs, down the long, long shapely legs, hot enough today she had forgone pantyhose, to the tall, almost precarious heels she walked so well in. 

The lines her body created were endlessly appealing, the soft glint of gold jewellery in the low light-

“You good, sweetheart?”

Your eyes snapped back up to her face, she wasn’t stretching any longer, you’d lingered too long, her hands were on her hips and her lips were stretched in a smile, pretty white teeth on display. You continue shoving your things back in your bag, eyes dropping and trying to will your face to not burn in shame over your embarrassment in being caught gawking at her. With a clearing of your throat, you say, “Yeah, I’m great.” 

She hums unconvinced, you hope she drops it.

Silence overtakes for a moment. 

You think you might get away with it until she speaks up again, “Because I think I saw you staring at me, pretty intensely, at that, sugar.” 

Shit. Shit. Fuck. 

“Was I?” You ask, voice pitching higher than it probably should be, you have all your items back in your bag, but you are rooting around in it, pretending to look for your keys, even though you know just where they are. 

You feel the weight of her stare. Finally, you look up, eyes meeting hers and the staring contest between you both across the room is held for almost a hair too long before she breaks, smile back and a laugh, “I’m fucking with you.” 

You smile back. Of course, she was, you laugh with a shake of your head.

Standing up, pushing your chair out, slinging your bag over your shoulder, you say, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

You say this even knowing that there is a good chance she will call you tonight, it has been just long enough that she could call you anytime. “Yeah tomorrow, angel.” 

She hums it sweetly, that smile, slight cock of her head, and you both leave, she turns the lights off on the way out, locks the door and you both step away, walking towards your cars parked next to each other. A small hushed, “Night.” leaves you and her responding, “G’night.” 

The silence has overtaken, not heavy, but present between the both of you as you unlock your car and get in, the door slams in time with hers, both of you turn on your cars, headlights come on, you want to glance her way, you want to wave goodbye, but you’ve already technically said goodnight. Any more would be overkill and maybe read as desperate, and even though you're sure you were, you didn’t want to come across that way.

You pull out, and you go down the road one way, she goes down the other. 

Even when going in opposite directions, your mind is on her.

The friendship between you both grew quickly, naturally, since you started working together. She didn’t interview you, someone else did, you got the job and started, and she helped train you. Sweet and kind, funny, warm, she showed you the ropes and you and her talked over lunches, gleeful conversation made over tuna salad sandwiches and ants on a log and apple slices and whatever else was in your lunch bag and hers. She would bring her chair to your desk, set up camp, sit with you, beside you, talk and talk. 

That’s how it started, anyway. Friendly. Innocent. 

It turned much less so when he came into the picture. 

Curiosity about him was struck early, during the times when she would talk to him on the phone, calling him up asking him in that slightly more seductive timbre to go here or there or, “Could you please do this for me handsome?” 

You’d heard many times her side while she was on the phone but once, she had to step out, something she had to see to, and you needed to be the one to call him, she’d left her Rolodex, the numbers you might need and when a tow was required and couldn’t wait, an accident blocking an arterial road, it was on you to make the call. 

Picking up the phone, fingers dial nearly on autopilot and after three rings the line comes to life with his voice, the first time you’ve heard it, “Darla darlin’ where d’ you need me to go now?”

He calls her darling? You don’t let it throw you, not stumbling, correcting him, “Uh no sorry, not Darla, she’s stepped out but I need you to go to the corner of Main and Jefferson, there’s been an accident near the bank, it’s blocking everything, need you to haul a car away.” 

At the silence that greets, you tack on a small, “Please?” 

“Oh it's you, the other office worker! Shoot, finally gettin’ to talk to ya, Darla’s mentioned you plenty. Sure, I can do that, sweets.” You can hear the smile in his voice, and it makes you do so in kind, you tell him, “Thank you so much! Uhm, give a shout when it’s clear?” 

The question is met with an affirmative hum and a confident, “Definitely, I’d loooove to talk to you again, I’ll call you when it’s done, buh-bye for now.” 

The click rings out and the line goes dead. You are still holding to your ear, thinking that the “buh-bye” sounded very fucking flirty. You thought he was just like that with Darla, or was he like that with everyone? 

When Darla came back you filled her in, and she beamed at you, “Ooh, thank you so much for calling Vilmer while I was out, that was the right thing to do, I knew I could count on you!”  

Her praise pours over you thick and sweet as honey, and you feel warm. 

The drive to your place that evening feels shorter than normal, with your mind running as it had been, soon you are in your driveway and getting out of your car. You take the three steps up to your front porch with your keys still in your hand, the door is unlocked and opened, it’s shut behind you and the usual evening routine is kicked off. 

Bag is dropped, keys in the bowl on the table by the door, shoes off, and you stalk towards the bathroom. It was a hot day, you needed a shower, desperate to wash away the grime and sweat of the day. You go into the bathroom, light clicks on, shower turned on, letting the water sit on the cooler side, you want to be clean but not overheat more than you already were. Clothes are stripped in short order and left in a heap at your feet, you click on the radio you keep in the bathroom, let the music of your favourite station fill the small space, turning it up so you can hear it over the sound of the water once you got into the shower. You get in, a slight shiver as the water runs over you, “Fuck-”

A small curse, it feels good, but it is a tad too cold, you adjust the tap and then your body sags in relief, a sigh as you lean further into it, letting the spray get your hair wet. You take your time cleaning yourself up, feeling much better by the time the water is shut off, and you are drying yourself. You dry your hair while in your robe and soon enough you are getting your currently open bottle of wine from the fridge, you pour a glass and then are on the couch, relaxing, not wanting to get up to make dinner quite yet. 

In your very relaxed state, you unintentionally end up dozing off. 

Before you fell asleep you had been thinking about them, dreaming about them was only natural and what you had dreamt of was the last time you went over to their place. 

Flashes of memories slip over your unconscious mind all about the terrifying tour you experienced. You recall being shown around the almost hoarder level house filled with broken machinery, almost falling apart in places, cracked and filthy baseboards, busted up windows, parts of bodies that were in such a state of decay you weren’t sure what parts they used to even be. 

Eventually you are seated at the table, the food they presented was, visually interesting to say the very least, but you are a good guest, and you don’t want to be rude.

You don’t even know what the food is that they put in front of you, and you don’t ask. 

Typically, in dreams you can’t taste food, but you can taste it here, clear as day, you can never forget how it tasted, thick fat, well seasoned and salted, butter soft, the knife slides through it easily, it tastes and acts like pork and so you tell yourself that is exactly what it is. Even though the longer you’ve spent with them and the more you get to know them, the less and less sure you are on that.

The meal isn’t where it ended, there was some more terrorising, and it was intense, a lot, and the most inexplicable thing? Is that you were allowed to leave after that night. The sun rose, and you ended up walking out of there, shoes in your hand, a bit dirty and worse for wear, exhausted and also unexplainably wet. 

Loud ringing from the phone is what makes you start awake, it takes you a moment, looking around a bit confused trying to get your bearings, you’d fallen asleep on the couch, still wrapped in your blanket. You struggle to get out of the tangled, fuzzy covering and miss the phone by one ring. You sigh and think, “Oh well.” 

You curse yourself figuring it was Darla, you never miss her calls, you could call her back, but you had a feeling that it might not go over well. You leave it be.

After pouring yourself another drink and changing your robe for some clothing, a cropped tank and some shorts, you start on making yourself some dinner, nothing crazy or elaborate, a go-to lazy meal, but you were home alone, who were you trying to impress?

A half hour later, right around when you were plating up, there was a knock at the door. 

Curious.

You of course go to the door and open it and are totally startled to see Vilmer and Darla standing there. 

Vilmer spoke up first, “You avoiding us?” 

You knew it was them calling now for sure, your words almost stumbling over your tongue in your haste to reply, “Oh! No, I just…I missed your call, M’ sorry-”

“S’ fine.” He responds but the look is still harsher than you’d like in his eyes, you aren’t sure what to say.

Silence. 

He breaks it by asking, “You gonna invite us in?”

Jesus, where is your head at. You grip the doorknob and open the door wider, stepping aside and gesturing with your other hand, “Course, please come in.”

They come in, Darla is wearing a different outfit than she was earlier, a dress, tight, clingy, different heels, sparse but chunky jewellery, she looks stunning and well put together. You feel a little underdressed in your comfy lounge wear compared to her, next to Vilmer? Not so much, he was still dressed from work. 

Vilmer strides in first, Darla behind him, your eyes follow him as he strolls in like he owns the place, looking around, you don’t take your gaze from him as you close the door, but then Darla’s hand brushes your forearm. “Hey sweetheart, love the shorts.”

You could feel yourself flush just a little, a small shrug as you say, “Don’t look half as good as you.”

But who does? You thought to yourself as your eyes flick over her quickly, trying not to linger or leer.

You hear a scoff and your head snaps in the direction, Vilmer has made his way into your kitchen, you tear away, Darla laughs and follows, the click of her smart stilettos sound on the hardwood behind you as she trails along. You find Vilmer looking at your pot you had on the stove, a strong calloused hand has the pot handle in his grip, he is moving it around with a look that could be read as mild confusion and disgust. 

“Can I help you?” It slips out more playful than harsh, you fight to make sure that is the case, your hands rest on your hips, and he looks over at you, asking with raised brows, “This the kinda shit you eat when we don’t have you over?”

You don’t have time to defend yourself because Darla does, she is behind you in the doorway, her hands on your shoulders as she says, “Oh fuckssake, lay off her Vilmer-”

“Darla you ain’t even seen this shit-” He argued, face creasing slightly in a mix of anger and annoyance, shaking the pot, and she bit back, “I don’t have to, s’not like you’re any kinda cook worth writin’ home about!”

“Why you gotta act like such a bitch in front of other people?!” He fires at her, and she sounds like she is sneering, “Stop acting like a bitch first, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

“You act like this an’ I gotta step up in response! It makes me out to be some kinda asshole-”

You aren’t paying much attention because in their spat, he dropped the pot onto one of the now off burner, he has come forward, pinning you between Vilmer and Darla, both significantly taller than you, fighting over your head. You feel the differences between them. The strong wall of his chest and the smell of him from working all day, thick and masculine, a mix of sweat and musk and oil, and her, behind you, sharp nails in your shoulder, soft curves, the ends of her hair tickling your bare upper arms, and she smells floral, a little sweet, but not cloying.

You start to squirm, you are feeling flustered being so close to the pair while they are getting so heated. Do they fight like this all the time? The thought enters your mind, of them fighting, and it's escalating, turning to ripping off clothes and a struggle for dominance, one of them pinning and then riding the other into oblivion-

Wait.

It’s quiet. Too quiet, the fighting has stopped.

You look up from his face to hers, and they are both staring you down. Her hands wander before his, a slow meander, an offering, testing the waters. The sharp edges of her nails trace down your bare arms, goosebumps spring up in response, you shiver slightly and the more neutral and curious expression she had morphs into a smile. It is that same smile that makes you melt, warm, showing off her teeth. Her hands continue moving, fingers over the bare portion of your stomach, close to the hem of your cropped tank and Vilmer steps in, or rather, forward. 

His mechanically altered leg is between yours and your eyes go wide, dropping to look at the new point of contact he was creating, the light brush of well-worn frayed cottony canvas of his coveralls on your sensitive inner thighs sends small sparks through you that make your fingers twitch. Darla’s hands hadn’t stopped, she was cupping your chest, and you leaned into her touch just as Vilmer adjusted, pressing his knee up to your clothed cunt, your bottom lip caught in your teeth. He rocks his knee forward once, and you let out a small moan, and he finally comments, “Oh, she’s cute.” 

“Isn’t she?” Darla muses, and Vilmer hums, he moves his leg again, more pressure, and he says, “And passive too, she’s just lettin’ us do this-”

“She obviously likes it.” Darla whispers, you shiver and Vilmer piped up, “Betcha she’d let us do whatever we want-” He turns his attention from looking at Darla over your shoulder, to your face, “-wouldn’t ya?”

He doesn’t wait for a response however, choosing to hook calloused fingers in one of the straps of your tank top, he uses it to move you, drag you away, almost like it’s a leash, tugging you towards the table in the small breakfast nook, tucked between the kitchen and living room. Darla allowed him to do this, watching amused as he shoves you onto the hardwood surface, the napkin holder jostles, the salt and pepper shakers knock over, and he touches you again. A rough hand cups you, fondling through the thin material of your top, he all but groans, “God, she’s soft.” 

“I know.” Darla sighs, “S’ hard not to touch her at work all the time. She’s just begging for it.” She had come over to join him, her fingers brushing your outer thigh before gripping harder, fingers digging into plush skin. Your nipples are responding to his rough treatment, the pinching and twisting and pawing, your legs spread on instinct as she plays, and you look up at them, you want more, want to ask, but the words are hard to find. Part of you wants to see what they will decide to do with you on their own, so you hold your tongue. 

The pair of them don’t stop playing, they do start kissing. A possessive messy thing as she toys near the top of your shorts and his fingers suggest the idea of finally getting some real skin on skin contact going. His tongue goes into her mouth first and her hand is cupping you between your thighs, your hips stir, push into her, needy, and he pushes up your shirt, he breaks the kiss with a lustful sound that makes you tense, “Fuck, look at that.” 

You are sure the view of you is a good one. Your short little shorts hugging you just so, tits on display, hair spilling over the table, face flushed and eyes practically pleading to be touched. 

“You are killing me.” Your hands were up near your head, he pressed his hips forward, clothed erection now up against the side of your fingers, letting you feel what you had done to him. 

You are killing him? You feel like you’re the one dying, your panties feel plastered to you from how wet you are, your neglected clit throbbing for some serious attention, as if sensing that Darla’s fingers find their way into your shorts, trace up over the soaked defined slit and press. The timing is just so, the increased pressure exactly over your clit makes you want to melt into the table-top below, the moan that rips from your throat makes him pulse so hard you feel it through the layers of fabric. 

“Okay, I can’t take much more a this teasin’ shit.” His hands come up, and he opens his coveralls in one smooth motion, your eyebrows raise at the exposed skin, fuck he was toned, eyes move down his chest and stomach but as you follow those lines over his hip bones, that defined V, your breath catches, he isn’t wearing anything else under it. Where you’d expect to see the band of whatever underwear he’d prefer, you see the beginnings of dark honey toned rough hair. His hand slips in and a firm grip on his base, and he pulls himself free, hard cock very close to your face, you can see the pre-cum glistening at the tip and the ridges of veins running along his shaft.

“She needs to lose these damn shorts next.” Darla wastes no time, fingers hook, and she says, “C’mon, help me out.” You rush to arch your hips, and she pulls your shorts and panties off with little effort, discarding them. 

This is all happening so quickly, but somehow still not fast enough, or that is the brief thought that you had before you felt Darla’s mouth on you. Fingers seemed like the natural progression, her touching you softly and easily, instead you felt the warmth of her breath and the slight dampness of her saliva on your inner thigh. You look down and see her between your thighs, lips dragging up, lipstick imprints on your pale skin, you squirm, heat flaring much brighter inside of you. 

Vilmer, ever impatient, takes your hand and brings it to him, wraps your fingers around his shaft as he asks, “You can multi-task, can’t you sugar?”

A quick glance up to him, and you say, “Ye-yeah of course I can-” Darla picks that moment, while you are distracted to make her move, leaning up and in closer, her lips pressing to your soaked core, and you jerk with a moan, “Fuck!”

Vilmer snaps his fingers, causing you to jump as he says firmly, “Focus.” 

“Right! Sorry.” You start to move your hand, starting to jerk him off, rhythm is a little clumsy because Darla is starting in on you properly, her tongue is running from your leaking hole, up, and up and when she passes over your clit you let out this shuddering moan, eyelids becoming heavy, vision unfocused. You have to keep your hand moving, you do all you can do to keep the motion going, but Darla isn’t making it easy. 

She moans against you from the taste, eyes falling closed as she slides her tongue back and forth over the most sensitive part of you, she is doing some slow circles but as you respond, shift and moan, it’s like it becomes harder to keep composure. She gets messier with it, sloppy, so into it, you can feel her breathing harder, hot puffs of air against your lower stomach from her nose as she buries herself deeper, gets closer. 

Your hand tightens, grips harder and Vilmer responds positively from the change, “God yeah, you don’t gotta be gentle.” 

That helps, you grip harder, the rougher touch and more friction seemingly makes up for your lack of finesse at the moment. You are moaning from the pleasure rolling through your body, trying to hold on, you need more of a distraction honestly, so you make a move of your own. You lean forward and put your own mouth to work, tongue flicking over the tip of his dick, he stiffens, moans louder, “Fuck yesss-” His hand finds your hair, twists and tugs, “Keep goin’, jus like that dolly.”

It encourages you, lets the pleasure go a bit more on the back burner, you swirl your tongue over the head of his dick and get sloppy, similarly to how Darla was. You kiss messily, lick and suck, let drool slip out and use it, your hand is working his shaft, keeping your mouth busy with the head of his cock. You moan against him as she is practically eating you alive, drinking straight from your cunt and seemingly loving every drop. 

“You both look incredible.” Vilmer breathes, and you want to preen from the praise, the pleasure stops short, Darla is getting up, standing, she leans over, a manicured hand on Vilmer’s shoulder, and she pulls him close. She kisses him, shares the taste of you with him, and you keep going, eyes on them making out as you continue giving him a spit slick hand job that was just getting wetter from the amount of drool coming from your over excited mouth.

He is the one who pulls back, hand leaving your hair, “Get back, I gotta fuck her.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, Darla gives an indulgent smile and steps aside, your hand falls away, and he gets into position, between your spread legs, one hand rests on your knee and the other grips the base of his shaft. You are nearly trembling with want, beyond ready for this, you feel him press up against your hole, there isn’t any easing into it, as soon as he is lined up he is pushing in, rough and hard, making you take him, and it causes your back to arch with a moan. The stretch burns but in a way that feels more good than bad, sensation that makes it harder to breathe, you want more all the same. He doesn’t stop until his hips are flush against you, and he is buried totally inside, he pulls out about halfway before thrusting back in, and you gasp out, “Vil-Vilmerrr-” 

“You ain’t leaving me outta this.” You glance over to see Darla hiking up her dress and holy fuck she isn’t wearing anything under it, you see how wet her thighs are just from eating you out and watching what you did to Vilmer and your eyes go wide. She joins you on the table, one leg swings over, she is on her knees over your face and your hands reach up to rest on her hips, you tug her down, mouth watering once again, desperate for a taste.

She sits on your face and once she is settled, and you have traced through her folds just once, Vilmer’s patience has officially run out, he thinks you’ve gotten adjusted plenty and starts to find his rhythm fucking you. It’s a hot and pleasure filled blur, the taste of Darla is heady, makes your head swim, you can hear her moaning your name above, you are glad you are holding onto her because the way Vilmer is fucking you is causing your entire body to rock with the movement, the table is shifting, you don’t give a shit if it breaks from under you. 

“Christ, she’s tight, s’ a fuckin’ fight to keep in her.” Vilmer is really able to give it to you, can hear the mechanical movements of his leg, the extra strength and leverage it provides, putting in a lot of the work. His hands grip your waist, and he grits out, “An’ how much she’s squirming ain’t helping neither.” 

Darla reaches back, fingers fist in your hair, and she tugs, “Try to keep a bit more still sweetheart and don’ stop what you are doing with your tongue right now, holy shit-” She gasps and grinds her hips down, and you try to listen to them both, but fuck it is hard as Hell.

They are both using your body for their respective pleasure, and you don’t think there is a single place you’d rather be. You are just getting to a point you think you have a handle on it when you feel it, Vilmer’s hands lift, you guess you stopped squirming enough, one of his hands is under your knee and the other one is between your legs and his thumb presses to your clit. You moan into the wetness covering your mouth, eyes rolling back as your legs jerk, “Hold on.” 

He picks up the pace, fucks you much harder, thumb rubbing up and down over your clit and the edge creeps up, builds much faster than you are prepared for, your mouth slows, but Darla takes over, helps out. Her hands are on your chest, and she is grinding her cunt on your mouth, you can hear her moans getting louder, you think she is close, sounds like she is going to cum before you can. You refocus, your impending orgasm backs off just a bit as you put all your energy into redoubling your efforts with your mouth, it works, you hear her all but yell, a crying call of how good it feels, a plea to keep going, and it encourages you, finally, you are rewarded after another minute, she cums against your lips and chin, her head pitching forward and her body shuddering with your name on her tongue.

Your mouth slows and your body starts to play catch up, it’s going to happen and there is nothing you can do to stop it, feeling almost light-headed, Darla’s orgasm has subsided, she slides off of your face. You take a deep gulping breath of air and on the exhalation it happens, you tip over the edge and cum. Vilmer forces himself deep inside, as if worried you’d force him out during your own orgasm, he grinds more into you rather than thrusting in and out, his thumb keeps stroking over your clit, working you through it. Your mouth is a mess, soaked with Darla, as you are nearly sobbing a strange mixture of their names so loudly you are thankful your neighbours live so far and won’t hear you. 

Finally, the pleasure stops and pain and more overstimulation starts to set in, you try to knock Vilmer’s hand away and beg for a breather, “No way, M’ not far off, not stopping till I fill you up.”

Darla was on her knees by your head, she brushes some hair off your sweat slick forehead, “Yeah, don’t you want that?”

You did, dear God you did, you nod, an incoherent moan of the affirmative, Darla touches you softly, plays with you, gentle rolling of your nipples, light circles on your hypersensitive clit. “God she’s fuckin’ good, wild little thing, gonna have to do this again an’ again-”

His praise sinks into your bones, his pace is getting sloppy and uneven, you are mumbling out a weak and rambling chant, “Again an’ again, please, please, please-”

“We will don’t worry, many times as you want.” She assures, and he grits out, “Fuck, gonna cum.”

There’s no time to beg because he is, holding to the hilt he unloads in you, head hanging forward with a groan you feel the warmth spill into you. The shudder that runs up your spine isn’t something you can help. 

Catching your breath and untangling takes a while. 

But soon enough you find yourself on the couch with him. It had started innocently, you leaking cum, sitting next to him, his arm around your shoulders as he was praising you, talking about how good you felt wrapped around him, how much he liked the sounds you made, somehow it had transitioned to him toying with you again. 

Darla is in the kitchen making something for you all to eat and here he is, having you perched on his mechanically enhanced leg, making you ride his thigh, because according to him, “Cummin’ just once is unacceptable baby, you gotta at least one more time, my ego jus’ won’t settle for less. You understand, yeah? C'mon now, don't keep me waitin’, I know you want to-”

The command is spoken into the hollow of your throat, the drag of his lips, the slight scrape of the very minimal stubble is doing everything for you, cumming again so soon should usually be impossible, but he is too good, plus there is some setting on his leg setup that has it vibrating against you, and you are finding yourself shaking through another peak just as Darla is bringing your food in. 

“Awe he wringin’ nother one outta you? He’s being so generous tonight.” She coos, her heels are off now, she sits on the couch next to you, watching your tired body roll and work through your second orgasm of the evening. You slump against him, and he is stroking up your back, “Good fuckin’ girl, so loud too, I love it, could listen to you all night.” 

Darla nudges you and takes your wrist, she pushes the plate into your hand, and you numbly take it, breathing out a weak, “Thank you.” 

“Don’t worry about it.”

You sit up a bit more and look down to see the grilled cheese she’d made, you pick it up realising how ravenous you felt, Darla watches as you start to eat, and with her hand that isn’t holding her and Vilmer’s plate she reaches out and cups your ass, asking, “You gonna be a good host and let us spend the night?”

It would be rude to turn them away now, you supposed, and it seemed like the night was far from over. 

#Slasher x reader #Vilmer Slaughter x reader #Darla Slaughter X reader #Multi-May #BHF writing #Slaughter Squared #Do we like slaughter squared for their poly ship name? #I like it and that is the most important thing obviously #I hope you enjoy this

[leaderoffestivals]

Mikejima Madara Feature Scout 2 Ch 2: Fates and Feast

Madara: Let’s enjoy the festival together, just like we did that day. What do you say, Anzu-san? 

Scenario Writer: Yuumasu Season: Winter   Characters: Mikejima Madara. Otogari Adonis, Oogami Koga, Harukawa Sora, Akehoshi Subaru, Sakasaki Natsume, Anzu

< After a short while. Carrying out duties as the “One-Day PR General”... >

Madara: [TO ALL THE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN HERE TODAYYY,  A MOST DELIGHTFUL MORNING TO YOUUUUU ☆ I AM MIKEJIMA MADARA FROM MaM!

Have you received the special Mikejima Madara’ stamp rally cards yet? They’re being handed out at the entrance!

To collect all the stamps, you’ll need to explore every nook and corner of the venue. By the time the card is filled with stamps, you’ll have covered the entirrre venue!

IF YOU’RE NOT SURE ON WHERE TO GO OR WHAT TO DO, DO FEEL FREE TO MAKE USE OF IT ☆

One can only truly appreciate the famous sights of the world by being there in person, but you can experience the culinary cultures of the world right here at this venue!

In other words, you can learn more about the world through food!

The world is an incredibly vast place, full of discoveries yet to be made! I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY LEARNING MORE ABOUT THE WORLD WHILE INDULGING IN DELICIOUS DELIGHTS ☆]

Madara: (Turn off the mike now, and… …

This place has been bustling since the opening hour―it looks like the efforts we put into promoting the event are paying off. 

This is splendid. Yes, this is how festivals should be, after all ♪

I’m supposed to meet with Anzu-san at the Japanese food fair around noon. 

Until then, I’ll continue to soak in the sights and the sounds of the venue, and continue livening up the atmosphere here in my role as the “One-Day PR General”―

… … Oh? I see some familiar faces over thereee―) ADONIS-SAN, KOGA-SAN! YOOHOOOOOOO ☆

Koga: Pipe down~. Why are you yellin’ at us so loudly for? 

Adonis: Good morning, Mikejima-senpai―

Oops―No. It would be better to address you as the PR General here, I suppose?

Madara: Nope! Feel free to address me as you usually do! Thank you both for coming! I appreciate it so much!

Koga: Well, you’ve been yappin’ non-stop about the event at Seisoukan and hypin’ it up like crazy, haven’t you?

It piqued my curiosity enough to check it out, and I found out there’re chefs from this guy’s home country attending too.

Adonis: That’s why Oogami and I are here, to try some authentic cuisine from my homeland―

―and it’s all thanks to your enthusiastic promotion of the event. Thank you, Mikejima-senpai. 

Madara: You’re very welcome! I hope you’ll enjoy the taste of your homeland too ☆

Sora: HaHa~ ♪ Good morning, Giant-san! ♪

Madara: OH! It’s Sora-san and Subaru-san.

Subaru: Yes! Since it’s an invitation from our roommate, Mamu-senpai, how could we not show up, right?

It would’ve been perfect if Hibiki-senpai could’ve come along too, but he seems to have something going on. However, in his place―

Subaru: TADA~AH! Natsume has joined our party~ ☆

Natsume: SeriousLY? I’m not here to replace Wataru-nii-san at aLL. I’m only here because I didn’t want to let Baru-kun monopolise Sora for the entire dAY.

Subaru: Haha! That's what you say, but deep down, you totally wanted to hang out with me, didn’t you? Awww, youuu~ ♪

Natsume: UgH. Stop tickling mE, and stop twisting things to fit your narratiVE.

Natsume: Oh yES. Wataru-nii-san will be attending tomorrOW, together with the other members of “fine”. Isn’t that grEAT, Mikejima-senpai?

Madara: Yes, indeed. I’m very grateful to everyone who showed interest!

Sora: Yes! Sora is so thankful to learn about such a fun event!

HiHi~ ♪ What should Sora eat first, Sora is wondering~?

Natsume: UfufU. You may order anything you liKE. I’ll cover the bill for yOU, okAY?

Sora: YAAAY~ ♪ Thank you so much, Shisho~!

Subaru: YAAAY~ ♪ Thanks so much, Natsume!

Natsume: Hold oN. I wasn’t talking to yOU, Baru-kun. 

Madara: Haha, the young ones sure are energetic, aren’t theyyy―

Oh myyy? There’s another familiar face over there! HELLOOOOOO ☆

< A few hours later. At the Japanese food fair. >

Madara: (Where’s Anzu-san now… … Hmmm?)

OIIII~I, ANZU-SAN!

Whoops, did I startle you? My apologies for speaking up from behind you so suddenly! 

What are you doing, lurking behind this food stall? … … Hmmm? “I’m not lurking at all”―you say?

Hmm, hmm. You’re helping out at the food stalls that are short-staffed because of the sudden increase in visitors―

―and that’s why you’re peeling potatoes now? 

I don’t think there’s any obligation for you to help them, Anzu-san. But then again, you’re the type of person who can’t ever turn a blind eye to someone in need, huh… …

Alright, count me in! I’ll pitch in and lend a hand too ☆

Why are you holding me back nowww? … … You’re being considerate because you think I’ve been working hard as the PR General earlier? 

Madara: HAHAHA! There’s no need to worry about me at aaall! My stamina is as boundless as the sea, you knowww!

I made the decision to take charge of this event after all, so I want to see it through to the very end!

… … You’re saying the taiyaki (1) stall owner over there seems like he’s having a hard time managing the store alone? 

Roger wilco! (2)  Leave it to me! I’ve got plenty of experience with aaall kinds of festival stalls!

HOLD ON, MR TAIYAKI MAN! MAMA IS COMING TO HELP YOUUUU ☆

< A while later… …>

Madara: Thank you for waiting, Anzu-san! The taiyaki stand has been saved!

More specifically, we were able to increase the turnover after the stall owner and I divided the work among ourselves. We managed to clear the long line that had formed before I arrived in just thirty minutes―

And now that stall owner’s acquaintance has rushed over to help, I’m relieved of my duties now! All’s well that ends well! ☆

And as a token of appreciation for my assistance, the stall owner has given me some taiyaki too. 

Let’s eat them together, while they’re still warm. Here we gooo~ ♪

Madara: Sweet treats savoured after performing good deeds always taste especially delicious, don't they? They're on a whole other level. 

… … Anzu-san. Thank you for appointing me to be the event’s PR General. 

That was Tsumugi-san’s idea―you say? Hahaha, well, that much is true but―

You were the one who set things in motion, right? If you hadn’t decided to liven up the event, Anzu-san, I wouldn’t even be here. 

Madara: … … That’s right. It’s just like when you were peeling potatoes behind the food stalls. There wasn’t any obligation for you to help out at all. 

Even if ES were to be labelled as “a saboteur of other companies’ projects”, that wouldn’t tarnish your reputation as a Producer in the slightest. 

Madara: Er, I know it’s kind of a downer for me to be asking this, but―why did you decide to take action here? 

“Because I want to see people smile”―you say? And―“Because I know how frustrating it is to see the projects one has worked so hard on fail.”

Madara: Yes. It’s incredibly painful when one’s efforts don’t pay off, isn’t it? 

You’re sooo kind, Anzu-san. Mama is sooo glad you grew up to be such a good child ♪

You’re not my Mama―you say? HAHAHA! It’s sooo cute the way you always react to what I say so smartly! ☆

Because you wanted to see people smile, huh… … You’re right. A smile is like the sunshine that brightens up the world. 

I, too, am happy when I see you smile, Anzu-san. 

Well, now that we’re done eating, let’s get moving. 

When don’t we take a stroll together before heading back to ES? I’d like to buy some souvenirs for Tsumugi-san. 

It’d be such a shame to head back so soon, wouldn’t it? 

… … This reminds you of what we did last summer, huh? Now that you’ve mentioned it, we went to the “Rensei Festival” together, didn’t we? 

We wore matching masks and joined in the Bon Odori dance. It’s such a pity that we can’t dance today… …

Let’s enjoy the festival together, just like we did that day. What do you say, Anzu-san? 

The End

Chapter 1

Translator’s notes: 1) Taiyaki (the street food Madara is holding in his animation) is a fish-shaped waffle filled with red bean paste or other fillings.

2) Roger Wilco: army slang for “I hear you and will comply”.

3) I split Madara's animated emotion into two because it's a whopping 36 seconds long.

4) It's not proofed, so if there's any feedback, please DM me.

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