#like at least I can do this one unpleasant thing effortlessly

[earthtooz]

x : DON'T GO :*+ﾟ

in which: blade has always felt cold, but even more so without you.

warnings: 1.9k words, HURT/COMFORT with a sprinkle of angst, gn!reader who calls blade 'ren' once, mention of blood, ooc!vulnerable!blade, he's like a kicked puppy in this one

a/n: perhaps the most intimate piece i've wrote to date, this is nothing but pure yearning and longing on blade's behalf, and a nice fix-it fic with the most vulnerable i think blade could ever be. enjoy!!

in his new life, blade has always felt cold.

he is not spared from the constant feeling of goosebumps prickling his skin, not even for a second as the cold bites the tip of his fingers and sink their teeth into him to send shivers up his spine. but he has never felt colder than he does right now. 

your side of the bed is untouched, perfectly made, and devoid of any indication that you had been there. the blankets and mattress are cool to touch, with hardly any wrinkles in the sheets, and an ache declares itself home in blade’s chest.

the sun spills on his bare skin when he kicks the covers off, illuminating his scar-ridden chest as he gazes around the room, as if waiting for an sign that you were still here, and that he wasn’t too late. however, an immediate soreness tickles his throat that causes him to wince, serving as a reminder of the unpleasant discourse you had last night. 

it was hardly over anything of importance, but blade, a man of pride and relentlessness, had refused to back down, and you went to bed angry that night. he did too but woke regretful and cold under the covers, your warmth taken with you.

today was the day you had to leave for a mission, and although he knows you have a strict schedule to follow, he just wonders why you couldn’t have woken him up to say goodbye, especially after everything. 

he didn’t even get to say sorry or try to at least make amends. the swordsman only hopes you didn’t leave furious with him, and that you at least had something to eat before leaving.

to distract himself from the heartache, blade forgoes lying around and decides to start his day before the absence you left overwhelms him and the only thing his mind can do is think about you. 

not that he’s successful, because despite dedicating a monotonous afternoon of drilling sword techniques, the rampant thoughts about you did not decrease. rather, with each swing and sway of the cracked blade, his mind finds more and more to think about, with you at the epicentre of all of them.

it’s sometime around sunset when blade receives update on your status.

the swordsman is sat on a stone ledge, gold rays from the sun spilling on his skin as he waits for the sweat and fatigue to roll off. blade thinks of how you’d normally be seated nearby, watching him train to supply water and energy bars. although he never used to like the company or the doting, it doesn’t feel the same without you beside him, he misses you and wonders when you’ll return. 

“how long have you been here?” a raspy, female voice asks, breaking blade’s train of thoughts.

“since noon,” he responds merely. he doesn’t need to look up to see that it’s kafka talking to him.

“right. makes sense. i thought you’d be lonely since y/n’s gone.”

“need you remind me?” he huffs, voice teetering a threatening gruffness that would make ordinary people shudder, but does nothing to kafka.

“oh, spicy today, aren’t we?” she coos, ignoring the immense pressure radiating off blade effortlessly before taking a seat beside him. “what’s up? is there trouble in paradise?” a scoff comes from the swordsman. “i was only joking, did something really happen between you two?”

“none of your business.” 

kafka shrugs before her phone begins vibrating violently. when she reads the notifications, her face pulls the closest expression to concern that blade has ever seen her wear. 

“y/n got ambushed.”

his world freezes over.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the sunlight is gentle in blade’s eyes when he wakes up.

clothes are strewn on the floor, bedsheets are half off the bed, ceramics lie in pieces along the cracks of the planks, and despite the mess blade has made of your shared space, he is the most crumpled of them all. a kaleidoscope of volcanic anger, tsunamic worry, and mountainous yearning, the only place that has remained untouched by blade’s destructive touch is your side of the bed, lest your scent disappears. 

it’s been five days since anyone has received a live update from you, only hanging on to tracking notifications of your spaceship as any indication that you were fine. for the duration of it, nothing has been able to calm him, with kafka and silver wolf needing to stun him before he could do anything brash, like running off into the infinite cosmos to find you.

elio’s promises had never felt emptier, his constant claims of how you’d return very soon turning into dust in blade’s ears because how could he hold on to hope when you are alone amongst the stars? 

his texts are left delivered, but never read. in fact, it has been five days since your contact displayed to be online, and he finds himself staring at it in case that the circle will illuminate green, that you’ll give him some sort of update on your liveliness. 

so that you’ll see how sorry he is and all he wants for you is to return home. 

he doesn’t remember when he became so dependent, but perhaps this is another cruel punishment from fate with another inconceivable price of repentance.

for someone as unforgivable and despicable as blade to love means to mutilate the universe with aftershocks that tear through boundaries of what’s possible. for a man like blade to rebel, it means that the consequences will return tenfold.

and there is no crueller damnation than tearing you away from him. 

he turns on his side, arms reaching over to where you would normally lie, and dozes off again, feeling colder than ever.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

blade wakes up a second time. the sun is no longer the thing that awakens him, but rather, the sound of footsteps that echo outside the bedroom. disgruntled and still trying to gather his bearings, he shoots awake at the sound of your door opening.

you stand on the other side.

is this a dream?

“oh,” you breathe. you sound winded, caught off guard by the sight of your lover who stares at you like a bewildered deer. “i’m sorry, i didn’t think you would be here.”

he doesn’t say anything, just merely looks at you, unnervingly unresponsive.

you look miserable. fatigue clings to your skin like a second skin, your eyes lack the brightness they usually have, and you are, evidently, very battered and bruised, blood staining your ruined clothes. 

but you are like sunlight, and blade thinks he can breathe again. 

“i guess i’ll leave,” you murmur, interrupting blade’s momentary assessment.

“don’t.”

turning back around, the swordsman is now slowly stalking towards you, seemingly teleported from the bed to halfway across the room in the blink of an eye. 

“is something wrong?” you ask and he holds back a scoff from the irony of your question. he’s the one that should be asking that, not you. 

but yes, there is something wrong; you left him alone. you went somewhere he couldn’t and then made him feel helpless because he didn’t know whether or not you were going to come back, stranded in the cosmos forever. 

stopping before you, his hands gravitate upwards with the magnetic need to touch you, to ensure that you were real and not some figment of his hazy imagination. blade raises a hesitant hand to sit on the back of your neck and the frostiness of his fingertips causes a shiver to run up your spine. gently, he presses you for a pulse and visibly gulps when he finds it, suffocating you in the tense silence that has occupied the air (you’re real, and you’re okay, delivered back to him in one piece).

then, he looks at you with the saddest expression you have ever seen him wear before engulfing you in his embrace. the stellaron hunter is hesitant with his touch, hovering around you in fear of overstepping, for blade would never forgive himself if he were to scare you off again. 

because you’re finally back where he can reach, and he never wants you to leave. 

“ren?” you pause, gently wrapping your arms around his waist and closing the gap he left, meeting him halfway. the little action floods him with endless relief. “what’s the matter?”

he shakes his head against you and his hold tightens mercilessly, squeezing all air out of your lungs. 

“you had me worried,” he confesses, no louder than a whisper because otherwise he would crack under the weight of his own words. the constant fear that has plagued him for the last few days would finally break him and he’d be in shambles in your arms, making a mess of something gorgeous with something hideous. 

so instead, he will continue simply holding onto you where you are safe. in his arms, you cannot leave, you cannot go places that danger you, and you cannot break his heart and choke him with the emptiness of your presence.

“i’m sorry,” you say, rubbing his back and he tugs you closer. “i didn’t mean to worry you, everything jus-”

“-you left without saying goodbye.”

you’re silent and guilty, but so beautiful. “i thought you didn’t want to see me. we were pretty mean to each other before i left,” you say after a second of contemplation. “i didn’t know where we stood, i wasn’t sure if you still wanted me.”

whatever is left of his heart breaks, crumbling into shambles that ring at your feet. there are a multitude of things that blade wants to say, yet no words come to fruition, to his dismay. he wants to offer you the comfort and promises you want to hear, and he wants to express the overwhelming relief he feels, but he can’t, and he curses his own inability to be heartfelt. 

instead, his grip around you tightens, like you’ll slip away otherwise and have him search for you throughout the cosmos. 

“don’t do any of that again,” he pleads instead, hoping that you’ll understand. “i beg of you.”

“okay,” you breathe. “i won’t.”

“don’t leave like that,” he tugs at your ruined shirt, grasp gentle and careful in fear of scaring you away with the intensity of his emotions that are hanging on by a thread

“i wont.” 

“please don’t go.”

“i’m here, aren’t i?”

blade sighs, nodding. you smile at him and it feels like a warmth powerful enough to drive the cold away. 

“but first, i need a bath,” you murmur, placing your hands on his chest to push him away. “please, keep your distance, i’m pretty sure i reek.”

he doesn’t say anything and clearly doesn’t listen, because instead of letting go, he simply leads you to the bathroom without ever unwrapping his arms. soon, the bath begins to run, and the sound of water streaming down ceramic echoes off the tiles, but the warmth of your laughter and tired words overpower it. blade sits at the edge, nothing but an oversized shadow that watches as you relax in the water, frowning when he catches the frequent bruise or fresh scar. 

afterwards, you both stumble onto the bed (careful to avoid the mess that blade as made, which you scolded him for, and he listened dejectedly before promising to clean it all up), and blade reaches over to your side, chest warming when he finds your figure to tug close. 

you fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. your lover, on the other hand, stays awake for a few moments longer, simply trying to commit you to memory. 

“don’t go,” he repeats, tugging at your shirt as the evenness of your heartbeat lulls him to sleep.

he doesn’t feel cold anymore. 

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[themodernmarriage]

Ruined Orgasms

What is a Ruined Orgasm?

I guess the biggest misunderstanding about ruined orgasms comes from the word “ruined”. It has a negative connotation. It suggests something unpleasant or unfinished. It's also often called a "touchless orgasm", which is more accurate I believe.

"Ruined" is simply inaccurate. A perfectly “ruined” orgasm is still an orgasm! It will feel profoundly different, but it will always be WONDERFUL – especially if you use it as a way to prolong your lovemaking! Males have been giving themselves orgasms for many years, but one thing that it is basically impossible for them to do is give themselves a "ruined orgasm". This, among other things, is what makes it so mind-blowing.

The basic concept is very simple, in theory at least. Let’s say that his point of no return (the precise moment, no matter what happens, once reached, the body gives the “kick-off” and inevitably triggers the orgasm) is very precisely seven minutes, then you must stimulate him for just under seven minutes (and not a second more). At that moment, release his nub and absolutely stop all your stimulation. As long as he doesn’t receive physical stimulation, his orgasmic reflexes will lead him straight to a ruined orgasm. Mission accomplished!

The key to a ruined orgasm is to find the right moment to interrupt the stimulation. Instead of “letting go at the last second”, you can stop much sooner. The goal is to leave him on the verge of orgasm, as if time were suspended, for as long as possible before his body triggers the ejaculatory reflexes. If you do it correctly his semen should just flow effortlessly drip down along his straining nub.

Do you see that “floating” moment, the time it takes for the semen to flow without caressing it? If so, congratulations, you’ve done it!

Benefits of a Ruined Orgasm

If done correctly, he will still be horny afterwards and will stay hard as a rock, still wanting more, even though he just ejaculated. Ruined orgasms are great when you want to give him an orgasm but still leave him horny when you lock him back up. Or, if you plan to have an all-night love-making session but you are afraid that he will cum to quickly, you can start your evening with a touchless orgasm.

He will experience no 'refractory period' after a ruined orgasm. Whereas a normal orgasm causes him to lose his erection and enter what  is called the “refractory period” where he is no longer motivated to  have sex, a ruined orgasm has the opposite effect – it causes him to  stay hard, fully aroused, hyper-energized, and HIGHLY motivated.

His recover period will be MUCH quicker, and if you have sex after a ruined orgasm, he will last must longer too!

Most of the benefits of a long period in chastity (for you - i.e. motivation, energy, increased oxytocin etc) will not be lost after a ruined orgasm.

How to give a Ruined Orgasm

I'll start by saying that there is no 'one right way'. But this is what I like to do...

SETUP:

Tell him to lie down on his back.

Ideally, restrain his hands behind his back, or tell him to lie on his hands. Most males can't be trusted to not touch their nub at the crux of the ruined orgasm! Tell him he is at no point allowed to touch his (your!) nub. Throw in a blindfold for fun, if you feel like it.

Tell him you are going to give him a ruined orgasm, and that he should not cum until you tell him he can.

TIP: If you don't feel like direct skin contact or don't want any 'mess', tell him to wear tight lycra shorts or swim briefs, and then stroke him through the fabric, rather than have him completely naked.

PROCESS:

With your male on his back, take one hand (i.e. my left hand), and grip his balls and pull them away from his body until his penis is pointing up at almost 90 degrees.

With your right hand's index finger, stroke upwards (from the balls to the tip of the nub) slowly and deliberately. his most sensitive part is the area on the underside of his nub just before the tip. Stop just short of this area. It's much harder for a male to orgasm with an upward stroke as opposed to a downward one.

Keep this motion up for a while. Don't speed up - slow and steady is what you want, so that you don't drive him over the edge too quickly.

Every 10-15 strokes, slowly rub the sensitive area a few times, or gave a few circles along the head of his nub, and then to go back to the slow upward stroking motion.

If you feel his balls contract, or his nub twitches, let go with both hands immediately. Tell him to not cum - "no cumming... don't cum yet". Or you can ask him to announce when he is getting close. When he says "I'm close", let go with both hands. Count to 20, and then pull his balls away again and start with the slow upward motion.

Eventually (or soon, depending on the lockup period!), even letting go completely will cause him to go over the edge. Don't stimulate him at all at this point. The cum should ooze gently from the tip of his nub and down the shaft - no spurting, no major twitching... a perfectly ruined orgasm.

ADDED EXTRA: The second you see any cum being released, tap / slap his balls with the flat of your hand for 20-30 seconds or until all of the cum has been released. Be careful not to touch the penis at this point, only the balls.

Tell him to clean up and re-lock his nub immediately.

Bravo - you've done it!

As mentioned, everyone does it differently, but this is a basic 101! Trust me, he will be begging you for more in no time!!

Pro Tip: If your male is caged and you don't wish to unlock him for a ruined orgasm, use a vibrator or vibrating massager and simply place it on the base ring of his cage, underneath his balls. The vibrations will eventually bring him to the point of orgasm. Ensure he tells you when he is close to climax. At this point, stop the vibrations and cease all contact. If you time it right, his cum with leak out of the front of the cage in a perfectly ruined orgasm.

[bananadrinkxxx]

THE BLOOD CROWN

[Aemond Fanfiction ] reposted on wattpad

Pairing:  Aemond Targaryen x OC female!

Warning:  Dark Romance / Enemies to Lovers.

Summary

"𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹."

Queen Alicent had spoken the truth when these words had left her mouth, the moment the King decided not to punish Princess Rhaenyra's son for taking the eye of her child. In the night, in the safe place of her chambers, she gave the order to have Lucery's Velaryon taken and sold into slavery. But a regrettable misunderstanding causes Larys Strong's men to take, not the culprit, but Aemma Velaryon, Rhaenyra's youngest child, and banish her to a life of suffering and loneliness.

Aemma Velaryon had not been seen since then but the gods do not forget and sometimes fate strikes back harder than you would have expected.

PART 4

Rose watched Prince Aemond take on Ser Criston Cole in a training match.

From the rooms of Helaena Targaryen they had a perfect view of the training ground.

She watched Aemond move smoothly and evade the blows of Ser Cole effortlessly.

His hard training had paid off.

"I think if you brush my hair any longer, Rose, I'll soon have none", said Helaena monotonously and the maid looked down in fright. The Queen stared at her through her mirror, knowledge reflected in it.

"Forgive me, my Queen. I was distracted for a moment", she apologized and put the comb back on the table. Helaena also looked out the window.

"He's still training every day."

I know, was on her lips. 

Apparently, the Queen had noticed that Rose had been watching her brother.

She had often watched Aemond secretly in the last days, well, at least she tried, and she wondered if he had even thought of her a fraction of the time she had wasted on him. Probably only when he had imagined his blade piercing her chest.

She didn't know why Aemond Targaryen had such an attraction to her. He had shown her nothing but hostility since the moment she arrived.

Rose glanced at the prince again. His movements were fast and smooth, like a dance that he mastered perfectly. His long light blonde hair swirled around while the sweat glistened on his skin.

Suddenly the door swayed open and Rose was ripped out of her mind.

She twitched and turned round in surprise.

Shock flooded her body. Her eyes widened, stunned at the sight in front of her.

Helaena didn't even bother to turn around.

King Aegon stood in the middle of the room, naked, just like the gods made him. He seemed surprised for a brief moment when he saw Rose before a grin appeared on his lips.

"Excuse me, my wife, I thought we were alone", he apologized, but the apology didn't really sound serious. A hint of amusement resonated in his voice. Rose lowered her gaze. The gods seemed to be joking today.

"We aren't alone", said Helaena monotonously, and if it hadn't been so unpleasant, Rose would have almost laughed. Almost.

Aegon seemed annoyed.

"I know. I see it. Have you seen Dyana?" Aegon asked, looking around Helaena's chambers as if Dyana were suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

"No", the Queen answered.

"Well, where is she?"

"Not here."

Rose really didn't know whether to cry or laugh. This unpleasant embarrassment was hard to bear.

And Aegon was still naked.

Couldn't he at least cover up his manhood?

"I need her. The new maid is incapable. I don't like the clothes the new one picks out for me," said Aegon annoyed, glancing over Rose. 

"This is unfortunate."

The only unfortunate thing was that Rose couldn't vanish into air.

"Your maid can help me!", suggested Aegon.

"That's not possible, Mother says she should only help me," Helaena answered dryly. 

"Well, and I am the king," Aegon said it as if he had to remind himself that he was the most powerful man in the Seven Kingdoms. "I want her to help me."

Rose had to admit she wasn't thrilled. But who was she to say no?

Helaena looked at Aegon for a moment, before she shrugged and turned around. Obviously, that was a sign that she was supposed to help Aegon. Rose bowed and walked past the Kings to his chambers.

"And how do you like it here, dear Rose?", he said sweetly after they left Helenas chambers and entered his.

"I am very grateful to be here, my king."

"Well, well, and we are very grateful to have you here."

He winked at her. It was uncomfortable considering he was naked and his wife was just a room away waiting for her.

She didn't go any further and opened the closet in which Aegon's clothes were.

"What color would you like to wear today?"

"Look at me", the King ordered, and she had no choice but to obey his order.

"What color would you like to see on me?"

"Doesn't matter, as long as it covers your skin, my king."

Before Rose could stop herself, the words had left her mouth. For a moment she had forgotten herself and spoken as she was only allowed to speak in Daeron's presence. 

She really had a problem keeping her mouth shut.

She looked anxious, and in shock at the king, who looked at her in surprise.

Before she knew it, she was on her knees, head bowed in humility, hoping the king didn't want her head. She was already expecting him to discipline her when Aegon suddenly started laughing.

"What a cheeky thing you are", he said and approached her. Panic rose in her, which she tried to suppress. 

"Is that how you talk to my brother Daeron?" Aegon asked and Rose shook her head. It probably wasn't a very good idea to confess that she didn't treat Daeron with the respect a prince deserved. Even if it was his own wish.

"Please forgive me, my king. It will not happen again."

"Hmm, is that so? You're lucky I like girls like you. Girls who stand up to me. There's nothing worse than maids who bore you with their submission."

Rose got sick. The king's words disgusted her, but she was at his mercy. She had nothing to oppose him. She had already been warned about the King several times. 

"My king?"

They both looked aside, she frightened, he annoyed.

A maid stood in the door with her eyes wide open. What a sight they had to give. He's standing naked in front of her, she kneeling.

"What?" Aegon asked annoyed.

"The Queen Mother has sent me to ask for your presence."

"Tell her she has to wait."

"I am sorry, my King, but she said it is urgent."

"What could be so urgent that it couldn't wait?"

"She said it is about Lord Corlys, my King."

Aegon turned his head.

"What? Is that old man finally dead?"

"No, my king. He was seen at Dragonstone."

Aegon raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Well, that's actually a very interesting coincidence."

He let his eyes glide over Rose again before smiling. The smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Then we don't want to keep my Mother waiting. You can go, Rose."

With these words, he released Rose and she couldn't escape from his chambers quickly enough. 

It had been an unbelievably awkward situation and she hoped she would never have to be alone with the King again.

She closed the door and turned around just to run into a wall.

She looked up, frightened, into the eye of Aemond Targaryen.

Blood froze in her veins.

After their last encounter, Rose hadn't seen him for days. Well, she had seen him, watched him more secretly, but prevented him from seeing her, too. Their last meeting was still in her head, never leaving, never let her forget how dangerous that man was. 

Aemond looked down at her unimpressed, his gaze fixed on her for a moment before it wandered to the closed door of Aegon's chambers.

He raised an eyebrow. His forehead was worn with sweat, his clothes dirty from the swirled up dust.

"I helped the King get dressed", she explained. 

"Hmm?" he said, and she knew he didn't believe her. "Most of the ladies who came out of these chambers helped to undress him."

Rose knew what he was suggesting.

Aegon was the King but what he implied could ruin her forever if it hit the ears of the wrong people. 

"You dishonor me with your words, my prince." It was dangerous to speak these words but it was an injustice that Rose could not and would not accept. "I have done nothing but obey orders."

"Such a good servant you are, right? And when my brother tells you to bend over, do you obey too?"

Goose bumps ran over her body and shame went trough her body. Although she would never do it, she was ashamed by the prince words.

"Don't think I care what you do, maid. I was just surprised how quickly the mask fell. But don't get your hopes up too high. Aegon attaches no importance to your unfortunate alliance."

With these words Aemond said goodbye, leaving Rose with a feeling of shame and disgrace. 

She looked after him, and wondered if he was like this to every maid, or if he only hated her.

Rose saw Vhagar land on the mountain next to the Red Keep. She saw its huge wings and imposing mouth that could swallow hundreds of men with just one bite. 

Vhagar landed heavily, a tremor shook the ground and there was a moment of silence.

She watched as Aemond Targaryen dragged a boy into the castle and handed him over to the guards.

The prince had been gone for two days. Tongues spoke of war, some of alliances and oaths. 

"Let go of me," the strange boy yelled. "Set me free!"

Aemond answered in High Valyrian. At least she suspected so. His words sounded hard and powerful. Rose didn't understand Valyrian but it did sound familiar. Weird, because she had never heard that language before.

Aemond rammed the hilt of his blade into the boy's head, knocking him unconscious.

Rose was shocked by the brutality. He had not hesitated for a second to strike down the defenseless boy, who was inferior not only in size but also in muscle strength.

She saw the horror in Alicent Hightower's eyes and the amazement in Aegon's.

In Helaena's gaze there was nothing but pity.

"What have you done?"

"I have won us a hostage, mother. A strong boy." Aemond said. The corners of his mouth curled up, his expression content. "You can thank me later."

They brought the boy before the Iron Throne. 

Rose stood near Queen Helaena, alongside Dyana and other servants.

Dyana had told her who the boy was.

Lucery's Velaryon. The son of the Black Queen, as she was already known in the people. Rumors of her coronation on Dragonstone had already made the rounds.

Allies of the Greens had gathered, all to watch Princess Rhaenyra's son bow the knee to Aegon Targaryen.

"Nephew," Aegon began as they threw water in Lucerys Velaryon's face to wake him up. The boy opened his eyes, slowly and confused, before his hopeless situation caught up with him again, and horror was seen on his face.

"You are a long way from Dragonstone, aren't you?" His eyes danced with the joy of his misfortune. "We were sad to miss you at my coronation. Perhaps that is why you have not yet bent the knee?"

Prince Lucerys remained silent.

"Bend the knee before your king," Aegon urged.

"I have to disappoint you," Lucerys began. "I don't see a king before me." The boy seemed suicidal. The court erupts in whispers. "You sit unlawfully on the Iron Throne. All I see is a traitor sitting on my mother's throne."

"The late king, may he rest in peace, made Aegon his heir before he died," Alicent interjected, announcing what only she is said to have heard. The people around her murmured in agreement. "It was King Visery's last wish."

"And were there witnesses to this statement?"

"You question my mother's word, bastard?" Aemond said angry, stepping forward.

She saw the fear in the boy's eyes as the prince stepped towards him, menacing and ready to fight. Rose understood his fear. She herself had felt what it was like to be threatened by Aemond Targaryen. But unlike him, she wasn't surrounded by enemies who wanted to see her head roll.

Aemond growled and grabbed Lucerys, sinking his hand into his hair and jerking his head back. Rose's mouth twisted. That had to hurt. But before Aemond could do anything more, Alicent was standing next to him, one hand on his shoulder and a shake of her head. Aemond studied his mother's face for a moment before he released Lucerys.

Lucerys gave him a hateful look, a look Aemond returned.

"If you refuse to bend the knee, Prince Lucerys, then this court cannot guarantee your integrity. Refusal is treason against the Crown."

Despite the fear reflected on his face, Rose saw combativeness in the boy's eyes. She was impressed by his fighting spirit. And at the same time she felt sorry for him.

He was alone. She knew that feeling.

"Then so be it. Kill me and let fire speak."

"The king is merciful, Prince Lucerys," Alicent explained. She had stepped close to the boy, Aemond right behind her, as if Lucerys was about to leap at her like a wild animal. "We don't want blood to be spilled. We don't want to see anyone dead. Swear allegiance to King Aegon Targaryen and your life will be spared." She took his hand in hers. "I beg you, boy."

Alicent sounded desperate.

Lucery's eyes flickered, dancing from left to right, but instead answering the Queen Mother, he jerked his hand from hers and looked away, lips pressed into a thin line.

His answer is understandable for everyone.

"Bring the news of her son's capture to Princess Rhaenyra. Prince Lucerys, you are now a prisoner of the crown," the hand declared. "You will be locked in your rooms until your mother comes to her senses and bends the knee."

Otto Hightower signaled the guards that the hearing was over. They grabbed the Velaryon boy and led him out of the hall.

Rose looked at Aegon, who hadn't spoken much. He had a tired look, and followed Lucerys with his eyes. He seemed out of place despite being the one sitting on the Iron Throne.

And for the first time Rose was here, she had the feeling that Aegon Targaryen didn't want to sit on the throne.

No one was allowed to enter the room of Lucerys Velaryon. The Greens had ordered that the boy would be locked up and barred from any contact with others until he came to his senses and bent the knee to Aegon.

Rose knew the tense situation, and yet she felt sorry for the boy. She had seen the fear in his eyes, the desperation, the concern for what might happen to him.

"What should we do with the Velaryon boy?" Lord Lannister asked. The man sat back in his chair, arrogant, almost condescending. All parties were silent, which is why he continued. "I say, he should be made an example of," he continued. "A public execution. The boy should serve as a warning. Rhaenyra had a chance to respond to our first offer, but no response. Her arrogance cries out for our answer."

"Perhaps we should first give Princess Rhaenyra time to respond to the fact that we have her son here before we speak directly of an execution, Lord Lannister," Alicent interjected, looking at the man judgmentally quickly. "You are frighteningly quick to end a life and start a war."

"Your Grace, I'm just being realistic. The Blacks want the throne, the Princess will not give up until we put her in her place. Her lack of education has suppressed any connection to reality."

"In front of the smallfolk?" suggested Orwyle. He seemed enthusiastic.

Rose was disgusted by the two men. The prospect of war seemed to delight her, but first and foremost it was the smallfolk and the soldiers who would lay down their lives before even one of those present would think of being on the front line.

She felt completely out of place. The wine in her hands was heavy and not even Aegon paid attention to the sweetish liquor.

She looked at Prince Daeron, who was sitting next to Aemond. She wondered what he thought. He was silent, but she hoped that he would speak up to take sides with Lucerys Velaryon.

"No," whispered Alicent. "That was not my husband's wish."

"With all due respect, your Grace, the King had also never expressed a desire to appoint his eldest son as his legitimate successor, always held to the ridiculous appointment of the Princess until shortly before his death, when he changed his mind."

"Didn't we already have this conversation? Is your bloodlust so big?"

Lannister jumped up. His expression was indignant. "Your Grace, I-"

"We will not start a war because we murder Princess Rhaenyra's son."

"Alicent," Otto began, "I know about your past with Princess Rhaenyra, the friendship you both shared but we have not yet received an answer from her side. It is safe to assume that the princess has declined our offer."

"We haven't received an official refusal from my sister yet, right?" interjected Aemond, and all eyes turned to him. "I would suggest we listen to my mother and show patience and a cool head." The prince looked to his brother. Aegon sat at the head, right next to their mother.

Rose was surprised that Aemond opposed the execution of his nephew. She would have thought that he would be the first to take up the sword. Dyana had told her that it had been Prince Lucery's who had taken Aemond's eye. A fight between two boys. Rose understood why Aemond had no sympathy for the prince, but she hoped he would refrain from murdering the boy.

Rose saw how the young brothers, communicated with their eyes. Aegon looked to his mother, who looked at him pleadingly. "Lucerys Velaryon will remain alive."

The verdict was in. At least for the time being.

The septa at Red Keep was a cruel woman, Rose had noted. Since her arrival, she had not attended morning prayers, having neither the time nor the sense of direction. She did not know how many times she had gotten lost in the past few days, but it was often.

Septa Morana, however, did not seem satisfied with her statement.

"Do you think you are special?"

Rose looked at her in surprise.

"No, of course not, honorable Septa."

"I heard that Prince Daeron brought you here. You've earned a high place right away, girl."

Anger flooded Rose's body, but she remained silent. It was not a good idea to mess with a septa. Especially not when she had such a high influence.

The septa stepped close to Rose and examined her from top to bottom. "I know girls like you. Girls who hope a man will take care of them so they can live a comfortable life. It doesn't take much to warm a bed, does it?"

Rose wondered how she had managed, within a few days, to be called a whore several times. First Prince Aemond, now Septa Morana.

"Such behavior is not tolerated here."

"I don't expect anything from a man. I didn't come here to warm a bed, I came here to live a better life."

Before Rose could even respond, the septa had lashed out and punched her in the face. The blow was so strong and surprising that she lost her balance and went down. She tasted the blood in her mouth.

Stunned, she looked up at the older woman. Her blow had been brutal.

"You dare to talk back? Girls like you have no respect. You open your mouth when you're told and keep silent when it's expected of you. You bastards are getting cheeky and forgetting your position."

Rose swallowed the blood in her mouth. Her hands balled into fists. The septa was doing her an injustice. Never before, had she been so humiliated by a woman of faith. Full of anger, she looked up, straight into the eyes of the woman, who drew in her breath indignantly.

"What? You dare look at me like that, you whore? I will have you whipped for-"

"What is the meaning of this?"

Rose would recognize the voice among thousands. She turned, and saw Prince Daeron hurrying to them.

"Prince Daeron," said the septa, intimidated, and bowed. "I apologize for this unsightly spectacle. I had to discipline this maid."

"Discipline?," Daeron repeated irritably, looking down at Rose. "For what, Septa?"

"I don't want to bother you with the details, young prince, I'm sure other matters require your attention."

"That's for me to decide, speak!" commanded Daeron.

The septa hesitated for a moment before looking down hard at Rose, who was still kneeling on the floor.

"The girl is insolent and does not participate in the morning prayers."

"It is not a duty to participate in the prayers. Your punishment is not appropriate."

"It is still a sin."

"It is hardly a sin if the king has let it be known otherwise, Septa," another voice suddenly spoke, and Rose turned in surprise.

Prince Aemond stood beside his brother, looking down at Rose.

His gaze as always cold, but the expression in his eye was different.

The humiliation could hardly be deeper.

"Additionally, I think this is hardly the appropriate place for disciplinary action."

"My honorable princes," the septa began. "You are right, it's true, and I apologize for bothering you with it. I will get the girl out of your sight and-"

"You seem to like to digress, Septa," Aemond interrupted her. Septa winced and looked at the prince indignantly. "It is important to visit the morning prayers." Her spine straightened. "Even if a soul seems to be lost."

"Hmmm," Prince Aemond uttered and strode forth. His arms folded behind his back. "So you think your word carries more weight than the king's word?"

The septa looked at him, startled. "Of course not, my prince. I act only in the name of faith." Aemond moved past Rose with casual intent. He surveyed her for a moment before surprisingly extending his hand. Rose looked up at him in surprise. His expression revealed nothing. He raised an eyebrow, and Rose briskly grabbed his hand. With complete ease, Aemond pulled her up. His hand lingered there for a moment as he studied her face before releasing it.

"The girl does what she wants, and it is my job to guide this hopeless creature to the right path."

"Hopeless?"

The septa jutted her chin. "She is a bastard. Her blood is already stained by shameful behavior. I just want to keep her from knowing what place she's in, and that we won't tolerate any outrage."

It was no surprise that the septa saw her that way. Nor was her hostility a surprise. Rose could no longer count the insults she had received in her life because of her heritage, and yet the humiliation ran deep. Her nails dug into her skin.

"This -bastard-, as you like to call the girl, is subject to the Queen. The king himself has accepted her admission. Do you think the king is a fool?"

The septa drew in a hissing breath.

"What, of course not, my prince, I-"

"Then you think the queen is?"

Rose watched the septa blush and widen her eyes in panic. She shook her head in bewilderment. The sight of her did her good.

"Your comments about this servant, will no longer be tolerated, Septa. If it comes to my attention again that you are going beyond your authority, we will have to look for someone who knows his place."

His words were harsh and cold. Merciless and they hit where it hurt the most.

"Forgive me, my prince," the septa said with lips pressed together, bowing to the princes before giving Rose a hateful look. Her look promised hatred and sorrow and it would not be the last time she would meet the Septa, Rose was sure of that.

The septa disappeared as quickly as she had come.

Rose looked after her before a cold hand on her neck made her wince. Startled, she looked to Prince Aemond, who looked down at Rose with amusement.

"It seems to me you've brought a problem into our house, brother."

The prince's voice was rough. His hand on the back of her neck pulled her closer to him so that she stood only a few finger-widths away.

"You know very well that the septa is the problem, brother. Let her go."

Aemond seemed to pay little heed to Daeron's words. His free hand gripped her chin and squeezed her mouth slightly. Now they stood there, one of his hands on her neck, the other on her chin.

"You like to cause trouble, don't you, girl?"

She didn't know what answer he was expecting.

Aemond looked down at her with amusement, almost defiance, probably hoping she would say something rash and stupid so he would have a reason to ram his sword down her throat.

"If you say so, my prince," she pressed out. Congratulations, Rose had proven she didn't know when it was better to shut up.

The prince raised an eyebrow as she heard Daeron moaning in the background.

"You must like your girls naughty, Daeron. A passion I cannot share. I must say I prefer them when they know their place and submit to their role."

Prince Aemon's hand was firmly on the back of her neck, his fingers curled and pressing into her flesh. Not enough to hurt, but firm enough to serve as a warning to keep her silence.

"Make sure she learns to adjust or I will," Aemond threatened before letting go of her and shoving her slightly away from him. It was a promise she immediately took from him. Without giving her another glance, the prince strode away, leaving her behind once again.

Rose looked after the prince.

And for some reason, she found it difficult to avert her gaze.

̶T̶H̶E̶ ̶B̶L̶O̶O̶D̶ ̶C̶R̶O̶W̶N̶

Lyly had been in the service of the princess since her 10th and 9th name day. She was proud to stand at the side of Rhaenyra Targaryen.

She had watched the little girl grow into a graceful and proud woman. She had not hesitated for a second to bend the knee when the princess was given her father's crown and made queen of the realm.

A worthy successor.

For her, there was only one ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and that was Rhaenyra Targaryen, the first of her name. The rightful ruler.

She knew that Rhaenyra valued her. She had never treated her disparagingly, always with respect, usually more respect than an upstart from the lesser folk.

But she was sure that the princess would not hesitate for a second to feed her to her dragons when she learned of the guilt she carried in her heart. A great mistake that had been with her for years and that she would never forgive herself for. She had not acted with evil intent, it was desperation that had driven her, fear.

She had wanted to pay off a debt, but she had replaced one debt with another.

She had destroyed the life of a family and relegated an innocent child to a cruel fate. She had taken away a mother's child and allowed strangers into her home.

She looked at the woman who had just received the news that the Greens had captured her son Lucerys Velaryon. Lyly saw the fear in her eyes, and again felt a wave of guilt come over her.

And all because she had gotten involved with the wrong man.

#aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen #house of dragons #aemond the kinslayer #prince aemond #house targaryen #aemond x oc #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra #fanfiction writer #daemon targeryan #dark romance #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #aegon targaryen #love story #wattpad fic #lucerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon

[fantasyinallforms]

Okay this is a bit simple compared to some of the others, but I’d love if you would do:

“HA! Take that!”

Thank you for the prompt Sunny!! ❤️❤️ I had an absolute blast writing this! Bit of a long one! Prompt was given to me for the FotFics March Madness event!

Also on A03! https://archiveofourown.org/works/45878251

Bagginshield-Rating [T]

Title: Bet On A Kiss

It had been one thing after another. No time to rest, no time to recuperate. So when they finally learned they were safe in Beorn’s lands, it was like a stone had been lifted off Bilbo’s back. After the events of the goblin tunnels and their run-in with the pale Orc, the company needed time to rest. Thanks to the Eagles carrying them so far, they could afford to take a few weeks to lick their wounds. 

Beorn’s gardens felt like the closest thing to home since he left The Shire. Despite everything being twice his size, it was nice to lay among the flowers and just feel the sun on his face for a while. He had almost managed to drift off when two heavy-footed troublemakers lumbered through the grass. 

Bilbo decided not to open his eyes, hoping they would pass right along. Instead, he heard a body thump down next to him. 

“Kili, what are you doing!” Fili hissed 

“It looks comfortable! Better than all the rocks we’ve been forced to lay on so far this journey.” 

“Yes, but Uncle told us to find Bilbo!” 

“And find him we have Fee.” Kili sounded like he was already completely comfortable on his spot in the grass. The boy's conversation piqued Bilbo’s interest, but he still didn't open his eyes. What did Thorin need with him anyway? He would think saving the king's life would afford him some kind of reprieve. Then again, this was Thorin Oakenshied he was talking about. He heard Fili give an exasperated sigh as he laid down in the grass on the other side of Bilbo. 

“If Uncle asks, we can tell him that Bilbo was fast asleep, and we dared not wake him,” Fili whispered. Even if he didn't want to blow his cover by opening his eyes, Bilbo could envision the two armored lads lying among the wildflowers. It was nice that they were taking a moment for themselves. They were barely past their majority and had far too many struggles heaped onto their young shoulders. It made him wonder if Thorin had ever been as carefree and devious as his nephews. Sometimes, he could see that bit of Thorin in how Kili smiled or Fili’s eyes lit up. A smile really did illuminate all the features of the broody king's face. Bilbo dearly hoped it wouldn't be the last time he got to see it. He drifted off into a pleasant mid-day nap with the memory of Thorin smiling at him on Carrock dancing in his subconscious.  

Bilbo was woken up mid-dream about 30 minutes later by a pleasant sound saying some unpleasant things. 

“I sent you to find Bilbo, so imagine my disappointment when I see that instead of bringing him to me, you laid down next to him and took a nap!” Thorin’s voice was sharp and annoyed. Bilbo’s vision cleared from the fog of sleep to see him pacing in front of the boys giving them a thorough dressing down. He propped himself into a sitting position. He better at least try and step in before they got into any more trouble. 

“Leave them alone, Thorin. I refused to go with them and told them to lie down with me. So if you’re yelling at them, you might as well yell at me too.” Bilbo chirped from his spot in the grass. The boy's eyes went wide in shock and gratitude. 

“And what was the reason you refused to see me?” Thorin stalked over to where Bilbo was sitting, and he had to crane his neck to see him. Bilbo rolled his eyes and held his hands out, expectantly reaching toward Thorin. The dwarf king cocked an eye before taking his hands and pulling him effortlessly to his feet. Bilbo patted the loose grass and dirt off his pants before addressing Thorin again. 

“I didn't refuse to see you; I simply wanted a nap first. Now, what was so urgent that it couldn't have waited until lunch?” 

“I want you to start working with the princes to learn the basics of sword fighting.” Thorin crossed his arms and looked back at the boys, who looked equal parts excited and confused. 

“That’s what was so incredibly important that I couldn't be allowed to take a nap in the first safe place we’ve landed in since Rivendell!” Bilbo threw up his hands and walked off in the direction of the house, collecting Fili and Kili as he passed them. How was it that someone so incredibly clever and tactically minded could be so dense! The three of them spent most of the afternoon running through some combat basics and standard stances before Bilbo decided that that was enough for today and left to get some food. The boys stayed behind. 

**************

Fili and Kili sat under a small cluster of trees, eating some small finger sandwiches that Bilbo had brought out to them. When they finished those, they started sharpening their blades and, in Kilis's case, fashioning new arrows. 

“Why do you think Uncle tasked us with teaching Bilbo instead of just doing it himself?” Kili wondered out loud. 

“I don't know, could be several things, I guess. We’re closer to Bilbo than anyone else in the company other than maybe Bofur or Ori. It could be we’re the youngest out of the group and remember our early schooling the best. Or maybe he thought that if he had to teach Bilbo, they would be at each other’s throats less than an hour in.”  Fili snickered

“The look Uncle gets on his face every time Bilbo points a wagging finger at him. Last person I’ve ever seen make him able to look like that was amad!” Kili threw his head back in a laugh. “You know, that would make a good wager Fee” Fili knit his brow together, 

“What would?” 

“Uncle will probably stop by and watch us train for at least a little while tomorrow. If he sees us messing it up too much or not quite to his liking, he’s likely to just take over. So the wager is once he takes over, how long till Uncle pushes Bilbo over the edge and they are in an all-out spat.” Kili’s mischievous smile was infectious, and the more Fili mulled over the idea, the more fun it sounded.

“That's a wager I could get in on.”  Neither of them noticed Bofur, Nori, and Dwalin had been listing in on their little wager idea, and when Nori spoke, it made both boys jump. 

“Aye, put me down for 15 minutes before Thorin stomps off in a rage,” Dwalin said, flipping a coin into Kili’s hands. 

“I’ll do 20 min, and it’ll be Bilbo who huffs off.” Nori wagered. They all looked at Bofur, who looked deep in thought. 

“You putting anything in the pot, Bofur?” Fili asked. Bofur’s face broke into a cheshire smile as he handed his coin over. 

“My bet is that it takes them 15 minutes, BUT it won't end in a spat.” His response gained him a volley of blank stairs. “I can't be the only one who sees it? I think it’ll end with them snogging,” Bofur said proudly. The eyebrows of all dwarves currently in attendance shot up. They hadn’t thought of that, then they all doubled over, trying to keep from bursting out laughing. 

“Feel free to tell the rest of the company, but don't let Thorin or Bilbo catch wind! As soon as Uncle shows up, we’ll see if we can get him to take over the training!” Kili pocketed the money he had been given so far and went back to making arrows and brainstorming about the day to come. 

**************

Quiet and calm was not something that Thorin was typically very good at handling. They had been at Beorn’s for three days, and he was already restless. Thorin had enough downtime to find himself lost in his thoughts. Thoughts that he had, up until this point, tried not to focus on. Thoughts of Bilbo. What the hobbit had been willing to do for him caught him completely by surprise. It made the kindling that was his feelings for Bilbo up until this point catch fire. It also made him incredibly nervous. Yes, Bilbo had saved him, but he had charged into the battle completely unprepared and without any strategy. Without the quick thinking of his kin, it would have meant the death of both of them. If Bilbo was going to start throwing himself into potentially deadly situations, then he needed to learn how to fight, at the very least, the basics.

He had sent his nephews to find Bilbo for a reason. Beorn’s home and land weren't that extensive; it shouldn't have taken them more than 10 minutes to find him. Thorin had specifically sent them to look for him because he didn't want to find himself alone with the hobbit. He had already shown that his willpower was only so powerful with that hug on Carrock. He had meant only to press their foreheads together, but the overwhelming relief at seeing Bilbo whole and hale had hijacked his intentions. He hadn't expected Bilbo to fit so perfectly against him, like a puzzle piece clicking into place. 

He stalked through Beorn’s grounds until he finally saw what happened to his nephews. They had, in fact, found Bilbo. They flanked him, hands behind their heads, snoring lazily. Bilbo was lying on his side, curled in on himself. His features were soft, and he looked at peace. Thorin stood there momentarily, allowing himself to steal this moment of comfort they so infrequently got on the road before waking Fili and Kili. 

Thorin watched Bilbo walk away, practically dragging the boys behind him. Good, best, Bilbo thought he was a hard ass. It was safer for both of them that way. 

The next day after a few meetings on supplies with Beorn and Balin, Thorin found himself again with nothing to do. He sat on the front porch smoking a pipe and humming to himself until he got bored and decided to check in on how Bilbo’s training was coming along. 

The boys had set up around a clear space between 2 clusters of tall oak trees. They waved as he approved, then went back to their drills. Thorin sat on a stump nearby and relit his pipe to watch. At first, it looked like everything was going well. Bilbo had a good stance, and he was holding his sword correctly. He had divested himself of his jacket and blazer and was just wearing his thin linen shirt and trousers. Thorin stared a little too long at how Bilbo’s body was moving through the drills. He was paying close enough attention that he also noticed that his footwork was all over the place. He waited to hear the prince's corrections, but none came. In fact, Kili was patting Bilbo on the back and congratulating him!

“Make sure you’re watching his footwork!” Thorin shouted. Fili gave a thumbs up, and they went again. The same thing happened, and again, the same congratulations. Thorin grumbled under his breath as he tapped out the embers of his pipe before approaching. 

“You’re not watching his feet! If his footwork is that clumsy in battle, he’s as likely to trip and fall on his own sword as he is to kill an orc.” Thorin chastised. He turned to Bilbo. “Put down the sword and use this.” Thorin tossed a sparing stick at Bilbo’s feet. 

“Why can't we keep using a real blade?” Bilbo asked while picking up the stick. 

“Because we are not running drills. Footwork is the basis of all swordsmanship, and I intend to show you why. Ready yourself.” The moment he saw Bilbo take a stance with the sparing stick in hand, Thorin lunged. Bilbo held the stick out in front of him and parried the first attack but overcompensated. The second attack landed him on his back. 

“Dead. Again but this time, widen your feet.” Bilbo did, and Thorin lunged again, this time allowing Bilbo the opportunity to repost. Thorin stepped out of the way and thwacked Bilbo on the back of the leg sending him to the floor. 

“Dead. Again but this time, bend your knees. When you lunge for an attack, your feet should go with you. Don't overextend yourself, or you’re an easy target.” Bilbo picked himself off the floor and brushed the dust off his trousers. His face was now pulled back in a scowl. Bilbo didn't wait for him to attack first, but it made no difference. Thorin met the blow head-on, then tripped the small hobbit sending him to the floor once again. 

“Tripping me definitely felt like cheating. If I didn't know better, I would say you were just enjoying getting to toss me around.” Bilbo huffed as he picked himself off the ground again. Thorin tried not to blush at the double entendre. 

“There is no cheating in warfare if it keeps you alive.” Thorin said sternly, “Are you good to go again, or do you need to take a break?” 

“I bet you would love it if I wanted to take a break. The weak little hobbit couldn't go more than three short rounds in a spar with the king. Well, if beating on me makes you less of an ass for the next few days, then fine, let's give the audience a show.” Bilbo sounded more annoyed and pissed off than Thorin had heard him in a while. He also noticed they did indeed have more of an audience than he had realized. The entire company was standing around the perimeter of their sparing area watching with determination. 

“Fine, one more round.” Thorin lunged, and Bilbo parried the blow and backed up, waiting for Thorin to advance. When he did, Bilbo repeated the tactic. Curious where this was going, Thorin let Bilbo guide the match until finally, Bilbo had nowhere else to go, and Thorin had him backed into a tree.” 

“Always be aware of your surroundings, Burglar, Dea-!!!!” Bilbo balled his fist into the front of Thorin’s tunic and yanked him down as hard as he could, crashing their lips together. It was such an overwhelmingly lovely sensation that Thorin dropped his sparring sword and braced one hand on the tree behind them. The other hand was now firmly behind Bilbo’s head, pulling him into an even deeper kiss. He hadn't even fully registered what had happened. All he could think was how amazing Bilbo’s mouth felt, how he tasted like honey, and the pipeweed he liked so much. He was absolutely sure he never wanted to stop kissing this mouth ever again. When he was finally forced to come up for air, he was rewarded with Bilbo’s blushing kiss drunk face. 

“Dead,” Bilbo simpered. Thorin screwed up his face in confusion as he just barely registered the sparing stick Bilbo was holding to his side. Thorin pinned Bilbo’s hand above his head, causing him to squeak adorably and drop what he was holding. He brought his face as close to Bilbo’s as he could without their lips meeting. 

“Please tell me that kiss was not just a ploy to win the match,” Thorin whispered. He had not meant for it to come out as a plea. 

“No, but it helped.” Bilbo giggled. He closed the kiss once again, and Thorin dropped Bilbo’s hand so he could use it to run his fingers through his silky soft curls. Words of elation and disappointment could be heard from the crowd behind him. He heard Bofur shout. 

“HA! Take that! You shouldn't have doubted me! Put the money in the hat, boys!” and heard the unmistakable sound of coins being dropped on top of one another. Thorin didn't care; how could he with the feeling of a happily pliant Bilbo under him. Perhaps a few weeks of time to recuperate from their travels would be more pleasant than he thought.   

#bagginshield #thilbo #the hobbit #bilbo x thorin #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #FotFics #FIAF (me) fics

[rolandrockover]

Only the Lonely

In the past, sometime in the 17th or 18th century, there were the alchemists who were known above all for trying in vain to transform lead into its neighboring element, gold. Modern science, on the other hand, has shown that at least one particle accelerator is needed to achieve what the alchemists labored to no purpose for years to achieve, whereas in Greek mythology, King Midas only needed a touch of the hand.

I can't say for sure what exactly happens when Gene touches something with his hand, nor can I say for sure whether he is in possession of a particle accelerator, nor whether you need one to achieve the opposite, namely to turn gold into lead. The only thing I can say for certain is that he has managed this special trick more than once, apparently effortlessly.

Oh, it's about Animalize again today, you're probably wondering. That's right, it's once again about Animalize, but also a bit about The Elder. And for that, I think we're more than happy to take another, different look at Only You's standout middle part, which I've already drawn a parallel to a very specific song on Creatures of the Night in a previous entry.

And to fulfill the more unpleasant part of our duty, we'd rather do the same with Lonely Is the Hunter and its rather less shiny middle section. If you don't notice any similarities straight away, I can only recommend setting the Only You Player to triple speed. After that, it should be like scales falling from your eyes.

When you click on the links, they don't turn into gold, but at least they start exactly at the points discussed above. That's quite something:

Only You (1981)

Lonely Is the Hunter (1984)

#Kiss #Gene Simmons #Lonely is the Hunter #Only You #Animalize #Music from The Elder #1984 #1981 #Paul Stanley #Michael James Jackson #Bob Ezrin #17th Century #18th Century #Alchemist #King Midas #Greek Mythology #Particle Accelerator #Creatures of the Night #Roland Rockover #Gold #Lead #Youtube

[stedebonnit]

I'm thinking about how Ed's ADHD and Stede's autism provide them with the perfect balance for keeping things clean.

They both enjoy when things are neat. They hold on to a fair amount of stuff, and find it easier to get through each day when things are where they're meant to be.

Ed is forgetful. He's great at cleaning, but he struggles with keeping things clean. Throughout the day Ed will pull books off the shelf or leave plates on the table simply because he was distracted by something new. Before Stede, he often found himself cleaning in waves, becoming annoyed with the monotony of daily cleaning and struggling to remember the smaller tasks.

Stede is a man of routine. He has a place for everything, and finds himself stressed when things are out of place. Stede is great at keeping things clean, but he's terrible at the overall task of cleaning. As soon as something breaks the mould of his routine, he quickly becomes overwhelmed, and will often put off larger cleaning tasks until they become unmanageable, at which point he usually breaks down and asks for help to get things back how they should be.

When they first get together, Ed is worried that Stede will get annoyed with his forgetfulness. He knows Stede has always been good with day to day cleanliness, and he worries that he'll annoy Stede by disrupting his routine.

Surprisingly, Stede isn't put off in the slightest. Effortlessly, Stede incorporates Ed's forgetfulness into his routine, picking up both sets of plates after meals and putting books back on the shelf when Ed is distracted by something else.

One day, Ed leaves one of his maps on the table when hes distracted by a sound out on the deck.

"Ed, dear?" Stede calls before Ed can step outside.

Ed turns around, and sees Stede's hand resting on the map. His chest grows tight, worried this will be the time that Stede snaps at him for his careless clutter.

"Did you need this?" Stede asks simply. Ed blinks, gulps.

"Uh, nah. Sorry, I'll put it away."

Stede shakes his head.

"No, dear, you go on ahead! I've got to tidy up my books as well, I just didn't want to put it away unless you were done with it."

Stede is smiling, but Ed can't help the creeping worry that he's hiding his annoyance.

"You do that a lot...tidying up after me, I mean."

Stede nods, his expression thoughtful rather than irritated.

"Does it...does that bother you? I know I forget shit a lot..."

Stede pauses, thinking for a moment before he shakes his head.

"Not really, if I'm honest. Its never anything big, and I just do it with the rest of my tidying. Besides, if I needed your help I'd just ask, like I do when I'm cleaning up after dinner."

Ed considers this. Its true, Stede does sometimes ask for Ed's help, delegating specific tasks for him to complete. Cleaning feels easier like that, when its at the forefront of his mind. With that comforting assurance, Ed nods, and bounds onto the deck to pursue the distraction.

Stede is worried, when they first get together, that Ed will become annoyed with him the moment things get overwhelming. His least favourite chores are the ones that don't fit into his routine. Things like dusting and cleaning behind the furniture, things that usually only require weekly or monthly attention.

Stede has been putting off cleaning behind the furniture for weeks now, dreading the scraping sounds of the furtinture on the floor, and the unpleasant sensation of a wet rag in his hand as he scrubs the floors. Usually, Stede would take a few days to grit his teeth and dread it before he gives in, but Roach's birthday is one day away, and Stede is already overwhelmed by the disruption it has caused to his schedule. He loves planning birthdays, but Stede knows that the moment its done he'll be stuck in his most unbearable cycle, too overwhelmed by the non-routine mess to clean it, and increasingly frustrated as things begin to pile up.

Stede is surprised when, the morning after the party, he finds Ed already awake with an armful of trash, pushing aside the couch to sweep under it with the broom in his other hand.

"Edward?" Stede asks, still groggy with sleep.

Ed turns to him and grins, balancing the broom against the couch and approaching Stede to greet him with a kiss.

"Morning, love," Ed says, bending down to grab another bottle that was laying by the bed.

"What are you doing, Edward?"

Eds brows draw together.

"Cleaning? What does it look like?" He asks, voice rising defensively.

"I told you that I don't mind, you know."

Ed shrugs.

"I know. But I woke up this morning and noticed all the bottles by the bed, so I went to grab them, and then on my way out I saw all the dishes lying around, so i came back for them, and then i dropped some scraps, and when I bent down I noticed it was getting pretty grimy under the couch, so i went to finish the dishes and brought back a rag to clean the floors, and I had to finish up with the trash since I'd started, and then I realized there were crumbs under the table, and-"

"Thats a lot, Ed. Doesn't it stress you out? To see all this mess and not know where to start?"

Ed considers this, then shrugs.

"Not really. Kind of easier for me to get into it when its all right in front of me like this. And once I notice one mess, I start to notice the other ones, so I want to get them all done. Its kind of fun, when I get to make a whole day of it, you know? Harder to forget when its twenty bottles instead of one book."

Stede grins.

"Guess I never thought of it like that. I find it quite overwhelming, when its all laid out like this, when I cant squeeze all of the cleaning into my usual routine."

Ed nods thoughfully.

"Mm, makes sense. Well, hey, since you do all that day to day stuff that I'm always forgetting, why dont you let me take care of the big messes? Balances out."

Stede grins, then nods.

"Yeah, I guess it does. Thank you, Edward."

Ed's lips form a lopsided grin.

"Course, love. Now, do you wanna see how many of these bottles I can carry at once? I promise Ill sweep it up if I drop them."

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[sunder-the-gold]

Hi there! Love your RWBY meta analyses. Very intriguing, especially about the Brothers. Say, @luminigh had theorised that the Brothers are not actually gods, but aliens posing as gods instead, and with the CRWBY announcing that V9 would "change everything we know", I'm starting to think that the CRWBY are going for this angle. How would you feel about thus if it's true, and why? Personally, I think I'd only accept the "it's all aliens!" angle if they made it that the Brothers were ALIEN GODS, like aliens yes, but still godly by nature. What do you propose?

Okay, wow, so do NOT try to shift from Rich Text Editor to HTML mode after writing a long-ass reply to an Ask. Save that thing as a Draft first, because Drafts still handle that transition fine, while the Ask will instead become a blank white screen that effectively deletes everything.

And to get one more unpleasant thing out of the way, Luiminign blocked me at least a year ago. They didn’t say why and I’ve long forgotten what I suspected to to be the trigger. That’s just the normal Tumblr experience, really.

In Short

Luiminign’s prediction is entirely futile at best, and is inescapably self-defeating at worst.

Even if they hadn’t blocked me, I couldn’t put it any more pleasantly than that. It’s inherently doomed for three different reasons.

Distinction Without A Difference

Salem calling the two brothers “aliens” instead of “gods” would not have made them any weaker. Ruby Rose calling them “aliens” wouldn’t make her or the present form of humanity any stronger.

Remnant is a pale shadow of its former self. Salem led three armies of people who, individually, had more magical power than all four Seasonal Maidens combined. As one, they launched all of the magical destruction they could muster at the gods... and just one of the brothers scooped that barrage out of the air like a harmless soap bubble. Just as effortlessly, that one brother then produced a wave of extinction that wiped out every human being on the planet without disturbing a single leaf of plant-life, and he broke the moon by merely brushing it on his way out.

The only thing new on Remnant since then are the Relics, which is as much a creation of the gods as human magic was. If humans couldn’t use magic to harm the gods, there’s no way they could meaningfully turn the Relics against the gods either.

Luiminign cannot even claim that the gods have become weaker because of some notion that they depended on the faith of humanity to make them so strong. If humanity was so beneficial to the gods, why would the older brother need to deck the younger one to the floor before convincing him to make humanity together with him? And why would the younger one then so readily wipe out all of humanity instead of just a few to make an example of them?

Just Making The Problem Bigger

The only meaningful distinction between “gods” and “aliens” would be the possibility that the Two Brothers aren’t the only two of their kind in the universe, but rather just two members of an entire species.

But if someone hates how easily the Two Brothers alone can abuse humanity, why would that person want to make the problem worse by introducing even more gods of the same kind?

At least with just the present two gods, Ruby Rose has a chance to win peaceful coexistence by meeting the criteria of their deal with Ozma. But a third god, or an entire multitude of other gods, agreed to no such deal and can just wander in and fuck things up as they please.

Remnant doesn’t have the ability to defeat even one god, let alone survive the collateral damage of another divine war.

Not That Kind Of Story

Of course, CRWBY’s writers could change their minds and give Luiminigh the kind of ending where Team RWBY declares “There is no god!” and kicks alien ass because “Humanity, Fuck Yeah!”...

But doing so would totally contradict the established facts of the setting and compromise the themes of the work.

So it seems to me that Luiminign favors their imagination more than their sense of reason. If they refuse to accept what logic and facts tell them, then they have no choice but to retreat behind imagination and fiction. Which includes believing that Remnant's humans can likewise reject the Two Brothers' reality and substitute their own.

But reality is not democratic.

Many fans want to ignore it, but we were warned from the beginning: “There will be no victory in strength.”

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[madaboutmunson]

Girl U Want (Part 6 of 17 of Fire)

It feels like an eternity for 8pm to arrive.

You'd spent the last few hours trying to make your hair and makeup look effortlessly perfect. So you'd made an effort, but not too much.

You checked again in the rearview mirror that your eyeliner hadn't smudged, your fingers drum nervously against the car steering wheel in the empty parking lot.

20:01 he's late. Do you wait a little longer, or do you just save yourself the embarrassment of being stood up? You'd give him four more minutes. As soon as that thought enters your mind, you hear the screech of brakes as a van hurtles into the parking lot and abruptly stops.

Eddie bundles out his van, an arm full of tapes, a box and his lunchbox, running towards your car. Unsure what was going on, you instinctively get out of the car and run to the other side to open the passenger door for him.

He tilts his head, pulls an impressed face, and drops everything in the foot well except for the box, which he very carefully holds as he gets into his seat and places it gently on his lap. Once he's comfortably in his seat, you close the door and walk back to the driver's side. Midway a brief pause to ask yourself, 'What the hell was that?'.

As you drop into your seat, you hear, "Well, I'll be damned, I could get used to this" he puts his hands behind his head and reclines back in the seat.

"On the subject of this. What is all this?" You wave your hand at the foot well, "and what exactly is happening?"

He leans forward excitedly and grabs at the tapes creating a most bizarre chunky hand fan with them, "Well, these are for the journey. The lunchbox is for when we get there," he gestures at the box on his lap," and this, well, this is for later" as he finishes that sentence, pauses and winces a little. Realising that pointing at his lap might not have been the smoothest move. You nod at him to confirm his reaction was justified.

"Yep, that was not a good move. I probably should have held the box up, right?" He says awkwardly

He swiftly tries to change the subject by talking at top speed whilst messing around with the tape in the car radio.

"Anyway, I wanted this place to be a surprise, but I figured you might be a bit worried about getting in my van and not having your car, so I thought I'd get in your car, and I'll direct you."

He slams a tape in and inspects the one he's taken out, "Huh, still listening to The Pleasure Principal? Or is it like the only album you have…" He says in genuine horror, searching around, opening your glove compartment, and breathing a sigh of relief when he locates a few other tapes.

So you weren't going to tell him you'd been listening to the song Metal repeatedly all the way home, at home and then all the way here. Luckily he hadn't given you time to explain. You also wanted to be mad with him for just going through your things, but there was something so innocent about how he was doing it. You smile and ask, "So where are we going to?"

" I see your game! Trying to catch me off guard. So I let the surprise slip before we get there." He tuts at you and wags his finger.

Impossible to keep under control. Your smile widens, and you laugh a little, "Well, can I at least get some directions, please?"

He smiles back warmly and says quietly, "Witchcraft", then puts on his seat belt, "Ok, so it's right out of here."

The journey is a strange but not totally unpleasant one. Eddie has a minimal grasp on personal space, and his directions come in various formats. Sometimes just spoken word, sometimes hand signals, sometimes both, sometimes last minute when he seems distracted by something, sometimes right next to your ear, which is nerve-wracking, and on a few occasions, he just flicks the indicator for you.

To say you are relieved to finally arrive at the destination is an understatement.

You look out into the night, your eyes adjusting to the darkness as you step out of the car. Fences, buildings, troughs…

"Are we at a farm??!! At night?!!" You say, alarmed but quietly, about to get back in your car.

Eddie rushes out in front of the car, holding the box and his little black lunchbox, arms outstretched on either side of him, looking very pleased with himself until he notices you getting back in the car.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?" He looks confused, jogging over to you.

"Why are we at a farm at night, Eddie?"

"You don't like it?" He says, looking worried

Now you feel bad. Eddie obviously thought this was an excellent idea for some reason.

You take a breath and try to figure out what is really the problem here. You are nervous, it's dark, and you are confused about why you are at a fucking farm in the middle of nowhere.

You look at Eddie and give him a half smile to try and reassure him, "Maybe I'm missing something, maybe some context as to why a farm, and also why at night?"

Eddie has a moment of realisation, "Yes, it does look weird, doesn't it? I guess I wanted it to be a surprise, but you don't really know me, and we are at a strange place at night…Yep, I can see now that it looks bad…" He ponders his choices for a moment and then quickly adds, "but it's not, it's really, really not. It's good, its…erm…special and fun."

He gestures to the farm, "It's a petting zoo-type farm thing!" He beams at you.

"Ok, but won't most of the animals be asleep now? Or tucked away?"

Another wave of realisation hits Eddie, "Yep, I can see that train of thought, buuuuut, this place has something else, and that is the surprise. So can you trust me until the surprise?" He looks at you, hopefully.

You look back and try to smile through worry.

He furrows his brow, opens up his lunchbox and hands you a small hammer, "There, now you are armed, and you don't need to worry that I'm going to hurt you or whatever it is that you are thinking, and I'll be leading the way so no sneak attacks" he jokes.

You grip the hammer and look over at his hopeful little face. Everything is so bizarre right now, "Ok, lead the way, but one step outta line and you won't play the guitar again for a few months, maybe never again."

He worryingly seems unbothered by your threat and ultimately reads between the lines, "So you know I play the guitar?" He inquired, looking back over his shoulder as you followed him down a dusty path.

"I don't think there is anyone in Hawkins that doesn't know that. You tell everyone," you laugh.

"Nothing wrong with being proud of your talents. Clearly, I am a man of many. Planning dates, for example," he chuckles to himself, gesturing at the farm.

You stop walking for a second, "This is a date?" you ask genuinely.

Eddie freezes, "Er….well…" He clearly had not meant to blurt that out

"You, Eddie Munson, want to take me on a date? After what happened to poor George?" You say in disbelief.

"I don't want to take you on a date. We are on a date. I didn't mean to tell you right now that it was a date because that was part of the date surprise," Eddie says hurriedly, not looking at you.

You smile, "You can stop saying date now, you know", you laugh.

He looks back at you and smiles, then quickly turns back to the path and picks up his pace, "Nearly there. Keep up"

You walk after him, but he picks up speed. You follow his lead until you are basically running after him. He occasionally looks back at you, grinning. Then, finally, he comes to a sudden stop by a chain link fence.

"The thrill of the chase!" He says, winking at you. He runs his hand along the fence, it gives a little, and he pushes part of the fence open for you both.

You find yourself standing in front of what looks like a series of huts, "What is this place?" You ask quietly.

"These animals are definitely not asleep," he says, stepping ahead of you, jumping over a fence and offering his hand to you to help you over it.

You put your hand in his for support, and he quickly interlocks your fingers with his and pulls you to his side, "This way", he says quietly, leaning into you, and guides you to a little windy path that goes around all the enclosures, "Owls" he says finally, "Well there are other birds of prey too, but I'm not sure about their sleeping schedule."

You make your way around the enclosures reading facts about the different owls, admiring their plumage and beautiful eyes. Eddie doesn't let go of your hand the entire time. If he needs to use that hand to point something out, your hand has to go with his.

You get about halfway around the path and have to ask, "Why owls, Eddie?"

"I dunno. I guess they seem bookish to me, " he shrugs, "beats me stealing your snacks at the cinema, right? You can't tell me you've ever been on a date like this before, can you?" He says proudly, trying to spot a long-eared owl.

"Nope, I definitely can't say that, and so far, it's better than someone sharing my snacks without asking" you roll the hammer in your other hand, only realising at that moment you still had hold of it. You offer it back to Eddie. He sets the box and lunch box down on the ground, dragging you down to crouching level with him, as he takes the hammer from you and puts it back into the lunchbox.

He doesn't even mention anything about it. He just looks pleased and continues your tour of Owls.

At the end of the windy path, Eddie leads you to a nearby patch of grass, setting down his lunch box and the mystery container.

He takes his vest off, presumably to put it on the ground, and tuts when he realises he has to let go of your hand.

You look down at your much longer plush coat and pick up Eddie's battle vest, dusting off the patches and handing it back to him. You place your own coat on the ground. He blinks softly at you holding his vest in his hands, and before you can sit down, he's wrapped his vest around you.

He looks over you and straightens the WASP pin a little, "There, better", he smiles.

You look down at the vest and pull the lapels a little, adjusting it and puffing out your chest a little, "Do I look…um…Metal now?" You say, trying to imitate what you've seen Metal fans do with their hands.

Eddie rolls his eyes, readjusts your fingers and says amusedly, "I'm not entirely sold, but I think we're getting there."

" Oh, now I see. I did have to worry about something. I am being corrupted!" You say in pretend annoyance

He raises his eyebrows and nods, "Yep, 100% that is exactly what this was all about. I mean, I could have done it anywhere, but Owls set the tone, you know. Preying on a little mouse in the dark."

He approaches, looks you over, tugs at the lowest hem of the vest, and then raises his eyes to look into your own.

Your heart pounds so hard you feel like the pins on the vest might rattle and give you away. Flight or fight. Part of you does want to run right now. Run back to the safety of the car. Run home away from Eddie. Away from potential heartache. Your mind flashes Trent, and you snap out of it.

You sit down quickly on your coat. Eddie sits next to you, ensuring his arm is pushed up against your own. He hands you the box excitedly and rustles around in his lunch box, "Go ahead, open it."

You open the box, and the sweet aroma hits you immediately, cherry pie. A beautifully crafted one with fine lattice work on the top.

You look up at him. He's already armed with two forks smiling happily. You give him what he wants, "You did good on this one, Eddie," you say softly.

He thrusts the forks alternately in the air in celebration, and you grab at one of the forks, laughing. Then, your eyes meet, and for a few seconds, you are frozen, looking happily at one another. You break first and refocus on the pie, it's so pretty it's almost a shame to tuck into it, but it looks delicious.

Eddie shuffles over to be as close to your side as was humanly possible with the pie box between you both. You get a small piece on your fork and raise it to your mouth to eat it. You look out the corner of your eye, and Eddie stares at you in anticipation.

You quickly but gently grab his chin and push the fork towards his mouth to feed him the first piece of the pie. His face rests heavily in your hand like he collapsed under your touch.

Your eyes follow the fork to Eddie's mouth, but his eyes are only on you, waiting for your gaze to find his again.

"Is it good?" You ask.

He closes his eyes slowly, "Mmmm-hmmm, so good", he says with his mouth full. You laugh softly at him and go to help yourself to a piece.

Eddie fights your fork away with his own, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "No, no, no! My turn"

Eddie scoops up a piece of pie, cradles your chin with his thumb and forefinger, and feeds it to you.

You aren't sure if it's everything or just the pie, but this might just be the best damn cherry pie you've ever eaten. You close your eyes like Eddie did to block out a sense so you can taste it more.

You feel Eddie's fingers gingerly stretch out and caress your neck, "it's good, right?" He says softly.

You nod your head and slowly open your eyes, "Best damn pie I've ever tasted", you say, making sure to have pie all over your teeth when you smile.

"Jesus Christ", he laughs goofily at you, "Are you trying to kill this mood?"

"Who me?" You widen your pie-encrusted smile and wink at Eddie.

"You think it's that easy, huh?" He grins, moving his hand away.

"I have no idea what you are talking about", you smirk playfully, closing your mouth to lick the pie from your teeth.

"I see your game, Missy!" He says mock scolding you

"I was just eating this delicious pie," you say innocently.

"Mmm hmm, of course, that's all you were doing. Seems to me like someone lost their nerve, but I am nothing if not patient," he says, moving the box from between you and shuffling his legs next to yours.

"You? Patient?" You laugh, "I've heard you lose your temper with people and things more times than I can count."

"Oh, that's just day to day. I'm not really angry, just frustrated," he says, sliding his hand back into yours.

You gesture at him, "You call this patience?!"

He laughs and nods, "Uh-huh, I can sit like this for hours. eventually, you'll make your move again" he flourishes his hand to himself, "I am completely irresistible after all."

"Again?" You say surprised

"Ah, don't play coy with me. You knew what you were doing with that first forkful of pie, but you couldn't handle it when it was returned, so you escaped with humour," Eddie says knowingly, "but as I said, I'm in no rush" he leans into your ear to whisper that last part, and it sends a zap of electricity down your neck.

You were slightly annoyed that you were so easy for him to read, but you couldn't let him know that.

"Oh, you aren't in a rush? Well, I'll just keep this kiss to myself then," you tease. You can't believe those words left your mouth. They just spilt out.

"See, I knew there was one here somewhere. Come on, hand it over" Eddie pats himself down, pretending to look for something, and then points his hand to his own face.

"I mean, are you sure? I've been told it's quite potent," you say, looking at the night sky.

"I think I'm sitting in the dark, surrounded by Owls, with someone I barely know. I went into a bakery today, a fucking bakery, not a convenience store. I went to the library…twice!! I fell off my chair, nearly got in a fight and changed my identity. I feel like I've already been hit by the potency, my dear. I'm just waiting on my antidote," he laughs gently.

His little monologue is welcomed. Anything to take your focus off the sound of your own pulse in your ears.

You take his face in your hand, it would have been hands, but he was still gripping the other one. You look into his eyes, "Sure about this?"

He just nods, staring at your mouth, smiling.

Your kiss is a soft and gentle one. Then, as you tenderly move away, you linger with your lips grazing his for a few seconds before sitting back.

He clears his throat, "You know, maybe I was wrong. I don't think that antidote worked at all. Let me try."

His cheeks are flushed as he brings his face towards yours and kisses you again. Taking your bottom lip between his own. You get lost in his eyes as he moves away.

The pie box crunches.

You shove him playfully, "There is no need for that", you giggle.

"For what?" He says dreamily, looking over your face and coming in for another gladly received kiss.

"The pie!"

"I can't believe you are thinking about pie at a time like this," he says, kissing you again.

"Me? I'm not the one playing with the box the whole time. It's distracting," you laugh.

He stops and looks confused, tilting his head, "I'm not touching the box" it's only then you realise that he can't be. One hand is draped over himself, the other holding your hand still.

You scoop him up in your arms and pull him towards you.

"Oh, hey. Easy now. Give a guy some warning," he chuckles.

"Eddie, if you aren't crunching up the pie box. Then what is?"

"What do you mean?" He looks back over his shoulder.

The pie box is shaking, and bits of cardboard are flying everywhere.

"Eddie, grab your things and let's get out of here, now," you say firmly but in a whisper, "Leave the coat."

Eddie launches for his things and pulls you with him into a full sprint back towards the car. You take a glance back as you run out of there.

"What the fuck, man?!" Eddie pants as you get back to your car.

You laugh, out of breath too, "Probably just one of those weird rats again."

"What? Like from down by the stream?" Eddie frowns

"Yeah," you say matter of factly ", That's what it looked like to me."

You both look at each other seriously.

Something screams in the distance.

You fumble with your keys, hands shaking, trying to get into the car, your eyes wide with fright.

You get in and open Eddie's door before slamming your own shut.

Your hands trembling, getting the keys in the ignition. Your lights blink into life, and in the beams, a group of those things coming down the path. These were not rats. No cute nose. No Eyes. Furless.

"Seat belt now!" You shout at Eddie.

You hear the clicks as you simultaneously buckle yourself in and send your car screaming into the night away from this place.

"They're just rats. Just weird rats," you repeat to yourself over and over.

Eddie has decided to distract himself in other ways by fumbling through his cassette tapes until he picks one up and switches the old one out.

You hear quite possibly the fastest guitar riff you've ever heard, followed by a piercing scream that runs right through you.

You aren't following any directions, in particular, just trying to get as far away as possible as quickly as you can.

You glance quickly at Eddie. He's currently swinging his head up and down, playing an imaginary guitar.

You turn back to the road, "Is this really the time and place for headbanging?"

Eddie laughs, still air guitaring, "I can't think of a more apt situation for that song or rocking out. High-speed fucking chase, baby!" He grabs your knee and squeezes it before returning to his 1 man mosh.

You look down at your speed, holy shit! As soon as you start seeing houses and gas stations, you check your mirrors for any signs of creatures. Once confirming there are none, you slow down to a legal speed.

"Awww", Eddie complains.

Now back in the safety of the town, you breathe a sigh of relief and nervously laugh. Fuck that had been terrifying, but it was so exhilarating at the same time.

"Ok, so what is it that we are listening to?" You enquire.

"This is Slayer, and that was Evil has no Boundaries" he's laughing.

"Well, the title was very appropriate", you laugh. Thinking to yourself, how is any of this even funny, is this hysteria?

"You gonna have to pull over", Eddie says, clutching his stomach.

"Oh shit, are you alright?" You say, pulling up at the roadside

You expect him to launch himself out of the car door to puke town. But, instead, his hand comes flying over to your sweater and grabs you by the collar of it. Before you know it, you're yanked over towards Eddie. His other hand is on your face as he kisses you ferociously.

He comes up for a breath, "Oh my god", you say in alarm.

He repeats the same thing but a little more gently, "Oh my god", you say in a soft moan.

Eddie releases you and throws himself back in his seat, his chest heaving, he looks you over and smiles, "Sorry, I'd normally ask first but….what with the speed and adrenaline, and music….are you alright?"

You are dazed. You've not had that feeling before…an urgency…fear…excitement…attraction…powerfully surging music…a perfect storm.

You shake your head in a no.

"Ah shit, I'm so-" Eddie starts to apologise again.

You turn up the radio, grab his shirt, "Again!" and yank him towards you this time.

Eddie's eyes light up, "You don't have to ask me twice," he says, launching himself at you.

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[hearteyesandviolence]

Wilds Season 2 Thoughts: Episodes 1 and 2

Alright, I am finally sitting down to watch the dang season. I am taking it in chunks because I genuinely think a full binge might wreck me. Starting with Episode 2x01 and 2x02. Here's my thoughts so far. Full disclosure, I have already watched all the Goodfoe scenes, so I have a rough idea already of how the girls storyline goes. Also far warning, I will get into things I don't like about the season and the show, so if you do not wish to read negativity, please look away!

SPOILERS

-The boys. So. I don't hate them. I can't say I like them all that much yet, but I can see them growing on me. And I get the purpose they serve for the narrative and the need to give them some development. The issue is that, in doing so, you're giving me less of the show I actually came back for, which is the girls. Maybe I could get into them more if I wasn't resenting every time we cut away from the girls to go back to them, or wishing their scenes would wrap up so we could get back to the characters I know and love. The show created 8 characters I adore (7 currently on hand) and I don't think it's irrational of me to be unpleased that I'm getting less of them, even if there's a narrative purpose behind it.

I almost wonder if I might have an easier time with it if they split up the episodes. Devoted one episode solely to the girls, then the next solely to the boys. Granted, I know the contrast between the groups are a big part of what they're trying to get at, but I kind of think I'd have an easier time getting into the boys if I wasn't waiting to get back to my girls.

-My other big issue, and really one of my big issues with the series in general, is that I will always find the experiment dumb. It feels weird to say that you hate one the central conceits of a show you mostly love, but I really do. I don't buy any of it. I don't buy that they've been able to set it up. I don't buy that the experiment has any sort of functionality. I don't buy that they somehow have a chance of getting away with this. I don't buy that the experiment, even if they somehow get away with everything, would actually do anything. I honestly find myself wishing the explanation behind it wall was like a weird cult thing, or some barely explained Lost type stuff. I would love to have my mind changed on this as the season goes along, but I doubt I will.

I also just do not like Gretchen as a character. I don't think I'm supposed to really, but I think I'm at least supposed to find her menacing or interesting, and I just find her to be dumb. Her son's rant was a little satisfying in that regard, but not enough. It's not enough that what she's doing is wrong. It's that it's pretty freaking stupid.

Alright, that's the stuff I don't like, let's go to what I do.

-Clunky exposition aside, that first Goodfoe scene is really the perfect way to reintroduce the relationship. The way they're wrapped around each other, they way they look at each other, they way Toni gently teases Shelby, the talk about god....it's just beautiful. The kind of thing you dream of for your OTP.

-I hear the complaints about them moving too fast, and I get it. A part of me would have liked to see a more gradual build to their relationship. But with only 8 episodes and half the screen time they should get, it's kind of necessary to jump them forward and they're so goddamn cute I don't can't begin to complain.

Story-wise, I don't think it's actually that crazy for them to progress quickly. Yes, they've been together a week at the start of the season, but that's very different from a week off island. A week where you see one another just about 24/7 is really gonna allow a relationship to progress a lot more. So it works.

-Those Dot and Rachel scenes are so goddamn good. Reign and Shannon broke my heart so effortlessly.

-Like most folks, I'm disappointed there was not scene of Shelby officially coming out to the group. I do kind of get it as of the three girls that didn't know, neither Rachel nor Leah were really in a headspace to care. I do wish we'd at least gotten some sort of acknowledgement from Dot. Even just her seeing Toni and Shelby cuddling and going “uhh.....ok...”.  A sacrifice of the shared screen time.

-It's good to see Toni interact more with the others outside of Shelby and Martha. Her revealing her romance loving side to Fatin and Dot, monitoring Leah, even a small detail like her being the one to get between Rachel and Leah. One of my regrets about how they handle Toni is she's too often confined to her big two relationships, and I really wish she got more to do out side of them. But again, with the season structure, we mostly get these crumbs, I suspect. Sigh.

-On a similar note, I'm glad to see Martha and Shelby together again. Their dynamic felt lost after Toni and Shelby got on the same page, and I think it's important that Shelby genuinely cares about her too.

-In general, what makes this show frustrating is they do so much so well. And it just makes the missteps, big and small, all the more maddening. I do love this show in so many ways. But it really makes it tough.

#the wilds spoilers #the wilds #the wilds season 2 #goodfoe #shoni #toni shalifoe #shelby goodkind #fatin jadmani #dot campbell #rachel reid #leah rilke #Martha Blackburn #the wilds season 2 spoilers

[femdomliterature]

FemLit 0379 - Ruined Orgasms

FemLit 0379 - Ruined Orgasms

What is a Ruined Orgasm?

I guess the biggest misunderstanding about ruined orgasms comes from the word “ruined”. It has a negative connotation. It suggests something unpleasant or unfinished. It's also often called a "touchless orgasm", which is more accurate I believe.

"Ruined" is simply inaccurate. A perfectly “ruined” orgasm is still an orgasm! It will feel profoundly different, but it will always be WONDERFUL – especially if you use it as a way to prolong your lovemaking! Males have been giving themselves orgasms for many years, but one thing that it is basically impossible for them to do is give themselves a "ruined orgasm". This, among other things, is what makes it so mind-blowing.

The basic concept is very simple, in theory at least. Let’s say that his point of no return (the precise moment, no matter what happens, once reached, the body gives the “kick-off” and inevitably triggers the orgasm) is very precisely seven minutes, then you must stimulate him for just under seven minutes (and not a second more). At that moment, release his nub and absolutely stop all your stimulation. As long as he doesn’t receive physical stimulation, his orgasmic reflexes will lead him straight to a ruined orgasm. Mission accomplished!

The key to a ruined orgasm is to find the right moment to interrupt the stimulation. Instead of “letting go at the last second”, you can stop much sooner. The goal is to leave him on the verge of orgasm, as if time were suspended, for as long as possible before his body triggers the ejaculatory reflexes. If you do it correctly his semen should just flow effortlessly drip down along his straining nub.

Do you see that “floating” moment, the time it takes for the semen to flow without caressing it? If so, congratulations, you’ve done it!

Benefits of a Ruined Orgasm

If done correctly, he will still be horny afterwards and will stay hard as a rock, still wanting more, even though he just ejaculated. Ruined orgasms are great when you want to give him an orgasm but still leave him horny when you lock him back up. Or, if you plan to have an all-night love-making session but you are afraid that he will cum to quickly, you can start your evening with a touchless orgasm.

He will experience no 'refractory period' after a ruined orgasm. Whereas a normal orgasm causes him to lose his erection and enter what  is called the “refractory period” where he is no longer motivated to  have sex, a ruined orgasm has the opposite effect – it causes him to  stay hard, fully aroused, hyper-energized, and HIGHLY motivated.

His recover period will be MUCH quicker, and if you have sex after a ruined orgasm, he will last must longer too!

Most of the benefits of a long period in chastity (for you - i.e. motivation, energy, increased oxytocin etc) will not be lost after a ruined orgasm.

How to give a Ruined Orgasm

I'll start by saying that there is no 'one right way'. But this is what I like to do...

SETUP:

Tell him to lie down on his back.

Ideally, restrain his hands behind his back, or tell him to lie on his hands. Most males can't be trusted to not touch their nub at the crux of the ruined orgasm! Tell him he is at no point allowed to touch his (your!) nub. Throw in a blindfold for fun, if you feel like it.

Tell him you are going to give him a ruined orgasm, and that he should not cum until you tell him he can.

TIP: If you don't feel like direct skin contact or don't want any 'mess', tell him to wear tight lycra shorts or swim briefs, and then stroke him through the fabric, rather than have him completely naked.

PROCESS:

With your male on his back, take one hand (i.e. my left hand), and grip his balls and pull them away from his body until his penis is pointing up at almost 90 degrees.

With your right hand's index finger, stroke upwards (from the balls to the tip of the nub) slowly and deliberately. his most sensitive part is the area on the underside of his nub just before the tip. Stop just short of this area. It's much harder for a male to orgasm with an upward stroke as opposed to a downward one.

Keep this motion up for a while. Don't speed up - slow and steady is what you want, so that you don't drive him over the edge too quickly.

Every 10-15 strokes, slowly rub the sensitive area a few times, or gave a few circles along the head of his nub, and then to go back to the slow upward stroking motion.

If you feel his balls contract, or his nub twitches, let go with both hands immediately. Tell him to not cum - "no cumming... don't cum yet". Or you can ask him to announce when he is getting close. When he says "I'm close", let go with both hands. Count to 20, and then pull his balls away again and start with the slow upward motion.

Eventually (or soon, depending on the lockup period!), even letting go completely will cause him to go over the edge. Don't stimulate him at all at this point. The cum should ooze gently from the tip of his nub and down the shaft - no spurting, no major twitching... a perfectly ruined orgasm.

ADDED EXTRA: The second you see any cum being released, tap / slap his balls with the flat of your hand for 20-30 seconds or until all of the cum has been released. Be careful not to touch the penis at this point, only the balls.

Tell him to clean up and re-lock his nub immediately.

Bravo - you've done it!

As mentioned, everyone does it differently, but this is a basic 101! Trust me, he will be begging you for more in no time!!

Pro Tip: If your male is caged and you don't wish to unlock him for a ruined orgasm, use a vibrator or vibrating massager and simply place it on the base ring of his cage, underneath his balls. The vibrations will eventually bring him to the point of orgasm. Ensure he tells you when he is close to climax. At this point, stop the vibrations and cease all contact. If you time it right, his cum with leak out of the front of the cage in a perfectly ruined orgasm.

#female led relationship #femlit

[garrettjpvf143]

9 Things Your Parents Taught You About replica bags designer

I am guaranteed Many people have heard of fake bags, as well as bought them prior to.​ Bogus baggage are a massive trouble in the present style earth.​ They may be made to appear accurately like designer luggage so It is really difficult to tell which is which.​ It's this type of bummer that folks would even stoop so low and develop these bogus bags, which not just are a rip off to designer models but additionally, are reduced good quality.​

When I saw my Pal with a designer-searching bag, I had been so envious and wanted to get one myself.​ Till I discovered that it absolutely was a pretend, and I Virtually fainted! I was so mad, figuring out that she had possibly been jipped of her dollars.​ To generate matters even worse, the bag was not even properly-produced nor did it glimpse pretty much as good as the real factor.​ Two or three times later the strap broke and that is when she understood it absolutely was a pretend!

The worst portion was which the bag experienced Expense her some huge cash.​ It wasn't low-priced, still the standard was terrrible.​ It was painful to watch an acquaintance expertise this kind of loss.​ I suggest, who genuinely Rewards from these phony baggage? Certainly no person.​ And It really is not merely the massive names that faux bags harm, but will also little organizations who craft first bags and have to replica handbags compete with pretend baggage.​

I have encounter a lot of people that buy these fake luggage mainly because they Feel they will just 'get away with it'.​ They may get absent with it for quite a while, but it's a issue of your time in advance of they notice the real price of a fake bag.​ It's a squander of money and time.​ Let alone, the morality challenge.​ It is common information that purchasing phony baggage is illegitimate, and yet people today keep purchasing them, regardless.​

On the other hand, when you end up in the necessity for the designer-on the lookout bag, you will find alternatives like 'vintage retailers' or simply branded outlet shops.​ These merchants have remarkable baggage that could glimpse wonderful and past for a longer time than a daily phony bag.​ Obviously, it will Expense in excess of a bogus, but top quality by no means arrives low-priced.​

As well as, the fake baggage do not generally Exhibit the basic functions that authentic baggage do.​ Details like components, lining content, stitching, stamp of authenticity plus much more, are missing in pretend luggage.​ However, the initial designer bags have an added degree of sophistication which the pretend bags, Unfortunately, usually do not have.​

Yet another challenge with these pretend luggage is that they're usually manufactured with counterfeit materials like leather, which are not only unhealthy but also degrade effortlessly.​ They do not very last long and crack aside, which, subsequently, affects the quality of the bag.​

Also, faux bags normally absence lawful warranties that come with genuine brands.​ Meaning, even should they damage accidentally, you may hardly ever get it mounted with the help of your designer's label.​ That's why It is better to pay for just a little additional than Have a very bag that can certainly break down.​

Last but not least, the odor of pretend baggage is nearly always adequate to spot them from the real offer.​ Faux bags have an unpleasant oder to them as a result of fakes components They are really produced with.​ This is exactly why it's important to check the smell in the bag when building a obtain, to ensure you're not remaining tricked.​

I try to remember investing in my laptop for The cash needed to invest in my first duplicate bag.​ I couldn’t think that this aspiration of having a designer handbag was last but not least within reach.​ And when it arrived, I felt like I used to be in heaven! It experienced everything - lovely leather, a fragile strap along with a shiny lining that matched the color of my costume.​ I felt like a celebrity.​

It had been the best sizing for my on-the-go Life-style.​ Any time I used to be out and about, I could conveniently slip it above my arm, carry all my Necessities, and even now search stylish.​ I could also fit in all my knick-knacks and a lot more which designed it the best companion for weekend outings and getting all-around city.​

The better part of possessing a reproduction bag was that it had been much more very affordable than the usual designer model.​ Don’t get me wrong…I nonetheless like designer manufacturers, but the price tag just doesn’t normally fit in my price range.​ With reproduction luggage, I used to be ready to preserve a ton of cash and nonetheless get a terrific wanting bag.​

Regardless of all the wonderful capabilities of a replica bag, there was a person down side - the sturdiness.​ I anticipated the bag to past me for awhile, but right after about 6 months of applying it, the fabric began to break down.​ The bag just didn’t delay in certain weather conditions.​ This wasn’t a big deal for me as I just replaced the bag with a more recent one, but this could possibly be really worth considering for those searching for a extra extended-Long lasting accessory.​

The bottom line is, if you’re trying to find a modern and cost-effective bag that’ll assist you appear put-with each other, a duplicate bag is a great way to go.​ From my working experience, I am able to mention that it’s unquestionably worth the cash you’ll be shelling out.​

I have also employed various other replicas - including a Kate Spade encouraged reproduction.​ I believed this was a particularly terrific invest in as it gave me the feel of the designer bag with no breaking the lender.​ I been given numerous compliments for it, and it felt like it absolutely was just the proper measurement.​ In addition, it had more than enough element to really make it seem extremely distinctive.​

I've also experimented with a Gucci impressed reproduction that was made from high-top quality resources and a more intricate design.​ It absolutely was Completely stunning, having said that, the depth was a bit far too much And that i felt like it absolutely was as well extravagant for day to day wear.​ I'd personally normally put it aside for special events or evenings out.​

An additional fantastic duplicate I tried out was a Michael Kors motivated bag.​ This was one thing I achieved for Anytime I needed to seem stylish but not overly dressy.​ It absolutely was great for Particular events, but nonetheless relaxed with its minimalistic structure.​ I did locate the straps a little bit quick for me, but very little much too bothersome.​

My knowledge with replica luggage has become constructive In general.​ I obtain them to be a terrific way to get designer appears to be like with out sacrificing a ton of cash.​ I really like that I get to precise my particular type by means of the selection of reproduction luggage I own.​ From time to time I like to exchange them for some thing different, as they sometimes past me about six months prior to breaking down.​

Even so, I do understand that not Every person feels precisely the same way about reproduction baggage.​ Many people think that they’re not definitely worth the funds, and that designer bags are top-quality concerning high quality and magnificence.​ I am able to surely regard that opinion.​ What I do know is, for me, replica luggage are actually an incredible strategy to take a look at many different designs with no breaking the bank.​

The moral in the story is that It is basically not worth it obtaining phony baggage.​ You will discover a lot of threats included and the standard is usually not worth it.​ The original high-quality designer bags have colonial insurance, warranties, good building in addition to far better materials.​ Having to pay just a little additional will assurance you the standard and pleasure of owning a genuine bag.​ In addition to, It truly is unlawful, and versus the ethical code.​ Really don't be fooled into purchasing a fake!

#fake bags online

[palmtrail78]

The Memorial Headstone Sayings And Inscriptions

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#funeral program

[y2matego]

There are six advantages to utilizing a video downloader.

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Notwithstanding having a fast web association at home, I periodically experience comparative issues. Consider the possibility that you were on a train, a plane, or in a bistro. At these areas, I might want to see consistent, top notch video real time also. I see you're beginning to warm up to the possibility of a video download now. Permit me to go more than six advantages of utilizing a downloader while you unwind.

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As opposed to being restricted to YouTube, downloading apparatuses permit you to download youtube shorts video from any put on the web. I've been using an internet based video downloader that works with a huge number of sites and configurations. I like that downloading recordings to my Android gadgets with this tool is so natural.

The activity is straightforward.

Designers make instruments like web-based downloaders with the comprehension that they would be utilized by a large number of individuals, not every one of whom will be educated. In view of this, most downloading projects or utilities have an easy to understand connection point to download recordings. All you need to do presently is reorder the connection or URL into the provided box prior to tapping the submit button. The program parses the predetermined connection and gives you the decision to download the video.

[amazingmaeve]

matt murdock fic recommendations ii

these are fics that i just love so much . and if you like these fics too please go and show them some love because they sure as hell deserve it.💕

go and show the authors some support as well, because these fics are so worth it.

also there's going to spoilers for the whole series with most of these fics so beware

there will also be some of the fics that are on A03. they'll be stated as so, and go and give them their praise as well. hopefully the links work if they don't please message me and ill try to fix it.

also what I interpret as angst, fluff, smut etc is just an opinion doesn't mean you'll that it's the same.

💕 = fluff 💋 = smut 🌧️ = angst

ೃ⁀➷ ten times better [💕] by @mvtthewmurdvck

summary: you haven’t been feeling the best and you finally find out why.

warnings: sick reader

ೃ⁀➷ hands off [💋 💕] by @grippingbeskar

summary: you and Matt indulge in an interesting game that ends up in a place you love to be in.

warnings: none

ೃ⁀➷ i think i love you [🌧️ 💕] by @multiharlot

summary: you wake up at 2am to stare at the oven clock because you've reached a revelation.

warnings: age gap

ೃ⁀➷ sound of silence [🌧️ 💕] by @fandom-imagines-stories

summary: Matt tries to find his pregnant wife when half the world seems to have disappeared.

warnings: spoilers for infinity war/endgame

ೃ⁀➷ takes two to tango [💕] by @alrighty-matty

summary: Matt disturbing your reading time by being an annoying boyfriend.

warnings: none

ೃ⁀➷ listening in [💕] by @certifiedskywalker

summary:The four times Matthew listened to your heart, and the first time he listened to his own.

warnings: none

clinton coffee collective ➵ @funnylittlelad

summary ➵ Matt Murdock finds the new café two blocks away from the office by chance when meeting a potential client. He's immediately absorbed by the atmosphere, the coffee, the food, but most of all the owner who effortlessly accommodates him. So, maybe he starts walking an extra two blocks for coffee every morning. It's a victimless crime, until Foggy catches on. (or the funnylittle coffee shop AU)

lingering ➵ @someplace-darker

summary ➵ You've been worked to the bone and slept a total of 3 hours, so Matt takes care of you during your burnout.

interim hearing ➵ @starduststevie

summary ➵ matt is opposing counsel and you hate when opposing counsel makes a motion leading to the two of you being in front of the judge on a saturday. at least, that is until the judge leaves the room...

his wife and nothing more ➵ @writingdumpster

summary ➵ Matty wants a housewife and no one can convince me otherwise. fluffy.

wanting ➵ @coalix

summary ➵ You're the secretary for Nelson & Murdock, and you may or may not be romantically interested in the Murdock half of the firm.

customer service ➵ @farfromstrange

summary ➵ After a particularly rough week, all you want to do is cry. It has you on edge and makes you say things you don’t mean. After letting out your anger on your boyfriend, he makes it his mission to take care of you for a change.

please don’t be mad ➵ @chvoswxtch

summary ➵ matt’s run in with his ex has you questioning everything about your relationship, and he’s determined to prove himself to you.

untitled ➵ @murdock-barnes

summary ➵ After a rough sex, Matt needs to go into the night as the devil. When you're left alone, your head starts to fill with terrible and unpleasant thoughts and feelings.

all I feel is you ➵ @courtforshort15

summary ➵ The story of how Matt Murdock falls in love with you, as told through the five senses

strawberry rhubarb ➵ @ellephlox

summary ➵ You get kidnapped by Fisk.

how sweet it is (to be loved by you) ➵ @courtforshort15

summary ➵ Matt Murdock is the sweetest man you’ve ever known.

seeing stars ➵ @little-miss-dilf-lover

summary ➵ you and Matt share a tender night together after one of his nightly patrols

in the review ➵ @courtforshort15

summary ➵ Reader returns from a trip home to visit her family, and Matt is less than happy to hear about the details.

daddy issues ➵ @farfromstrange

summary ➵ There are some scars from our childhoods that just won't heal, like daddy issues will somehow always affect our relationships, especially with men. It's the trauma that makes us afraid. Matt Murdock is a considerate boyfriend and he hardly ever raises his voice, so when he lets his anger out on you, he triggers something in you that you have never told him about.

green is the color ➵ @courtforshort15

summary ➵ Karen Page looks flawless next to Matt in a way that you don’t. Insecurities and jealousies were bound to pop up at some point.

to be worshipped ➵ prettyoddmoon

summary ➵ In Hell's Kitchen, Sundays are reserved for desirous affection in the form of delicate aftercare and light teasing. Well, you're not entirely sure whether that applies to its entire population, but it sure as hell does to your somnolent boyfriend.

all too well ➵ phoebedanvers

summary ➵ You and Matt are college sweethearts, but his other job gets in the way.

when the rain comes down ➵ stainedglassdaisy

summary ➵ Your day couldn't get any worse after walking home in the middle of a freezing rain storm. Luckily, Matt is waiting for you and has a few ideas to help warm you up.

dreaming of you ➵ misstedious

summary ➵ You have a wet dream about Matt, but things are not the same as usual since you found out he is Daredevil.

so heavy i fell through the earth ➵ Cheetara

summary ➵ We all know Matt would be phenomenal at eating pussy.

tempting the devil ➵ JamOnToast

summary ➵ Work was awful and you need a distraction. You need Matt. But he's out tonight on the other side of town... Until he isn't...

make you better ➵ pettifogger

summary ➵ Another cramp twists through your lower belly and you curl into yourself with a soft groan.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

Looking up, you realize Matt definitely heard that noise. He crosses the room to sit next to you and ignores you trying to wave him away. Before you can mount any real protest, he lifts your legs and sits down on the other end of the couch with your calves stretched over his lap.

He rests one of his big hands on your ankle and squeezes gently. “What can I do?”

we’re not just friends ➵ mvtthewmurdvck

summary ➵ You have a leak in your apartment, and Matt—your friend for several years—offers up his home. You know you have feelings for him, and still, accept his invitation.

a savoury moment ➵ Hart269

summary ➵ Matt returns home early just as you were about to eat your cookies.

the girl who healed him ➵ sentimental_boy

summary ➵ You find Matt in a dumpster about to bleed out.

fuck it, i love you ➵ sadyx

summary ➵ you would be lying if you said you weren’t feeling lonely. of course you love Matt and respect his love for the city, but there was only so much you could take before that loyalty made you question his love for you.

gymnastics ➵ Fluffyprettykitty

summary ➵ Late-night workouts were your favorite but why is that couple in the corner staring so intensely at you?

come kiss me black and blue ➵ deactivated?

summary ➵ you stitch up matt after a fight and finally confess your feelings.

the night nurse ➵ Enscora

summary ➵ Reader is a nurse who moved to Hell's Kitchen for a fresh start. She quickly befriends Claire who works in the emergency department with her and their lives quickly get tangled up with Daredevil and his shenanigans. Lots of catholic guilt, sexual tension and poorly written romance is likely to show up so consider yourself warned.

the way you are ➵ geckogirl7

summary ➵ Reader has had a rough week. You feel like you are bad at your job, not attractive, smart, and are an overall loser. You also are convinced Matt, Foggy, and Karen are only friends with you because they feel sorry for you. After you cancel plans for that evening with the three, Matt appears in your apartment and finds you crying. He's determined to fix this. You're determined to keep your problems to yourself. And so it begins...Stubborn Reader Vs. Stubborn(er) Matt Murdock.

meet me in our hotel room ➵ cellophaine

summary ➵ You and Matt were co-workers, with a lot of flirtatious banters, and the sexual tension between you was hard to ignore. You didn't tell him about your feelings until an unexpected business trip pushed you into an awkward situation, in which some secrets may be revealed.

partners ➵ 1Ash3r

summary ➵ Matt is always going off and taking on dangerous people all by himself. You are sick of getting left behind when you are more than capable of helping.

insomnia ➵ dani_writessometimes

summary ➵ You tried everything in your book of stuff to sleep: reading the most vanilla book you had, meditating, breathing exercises, stretches; all but one thing. You didn’t want to do it, because you weren’t sure how long it would take, and you had a kind of super boyfriend that could literally hear you and smell you from blocks away—he was working, so he would probably get all distracted by you.

protection ➵ deactivated?

summary ➵ You're in a tight spot and, despite your rejection of the role of "damsel in distress", Matt is going to have to come to your rescue.

swayed by the devil ➵ prettyoddmoon

summary ➵ Stuck at a luxurious function you cannot help but feel out of place at, you take dancing with the devil to a new level and tiptoe the perilous realm of falling in love.

the five times you see matt murdock shirtless ➵ dani_writessometimes

summary ➵ A recount of the five times you saw Matt Murdock shirtless that impacted your relationship with him.

ready for work ➵ Hart269

summary ➵ You watch Matt get ready for work from bed.

pleasant distraction ➵ hxbbit

summary ➵ Being Matt Murdock's girlfriend had it's perks but also its downsides. One of the downsides being, hardly having any time together, because he is working by day and at night he is fighting crime. But you figured out a clever way to get what you want.

only you ➵ cellophaine

summary ➵ Matt let his fear for your safety take over, triggering a heated fight between you two. Could this be the end of your love?

these things you do to me ➵ kissofbelladonna

summary ➵ You love him.You love Matt Murdock and by God, does that scare you, terrify you even. However... he's addicting.The... feeling of exhilaration, euphoria, anticipation, and everything in between is something you wouldn't trade for the world. It fills you up in a way only he does.(or in which you realize that all these symptoms equate in love.)

blue moon ➵ rancheel

summary ➵ After a rough breakup you head back to the one place that'll help you drown your impending sorrows: Josie's.

wounds ➵ LunaSerenade

summary ➵ When Matt calls in the middle of the night for help, how can you refuse him?

a matter of sanity ➵ The_Winter_Straw

summary ➵ He’s going to have a lot of conflicting feelings about this later, but for now, Matt will take what you’re willing to give him.

fingers on skin ➵ Kay_Erin

summary ➵ Matt comes home after a long night, and you two fall into the familiar rhythm you know all too well.

to show appreciation ➵ softstxrlight

summary ➵ Matt has been feeling like he's letting his city, and her, down. She doesn't agree, and she'll show him just how much she appreciates him.

the blind leading the blind ➵ kviii (hellowkatey)

summary ➵ Matt Murdock knows first hand what it's like to live in a world of sight and have it suddenly stolen from you. When he encounters a woman that has found herself in a similar situation he can't help but want to be there for her.

little hope ➵ cellophaine

summary ➵ Congratulations on 1k followers!! Though with your incredible writing I am surprised it’s not more 😉 I am having full on Matt Murdock brain rot, and dad! Matt has taken over my heart and soul. I’d love to request a little something where Matt almost (almost because tbh I need to see this man happy) misses the birth of his kid because, well, Dare Devil. The worry, the drama, the ultimate happy ending for him—I just feel it would be *chefs kiss*. I haven’t seen it done yet, but I’d love if you’d consider it for your celebration! Again, congrats!

pool ➵ rancheel

summary ➵ It's date night for You and Matt, so you both decided it was a good idea to play a nice friendly game of pool in Josie's Bar.

the crimson lust ➵ cellophaine

summary ➵ The Devil of Hell's Kitchen showed up at your fire escape in the middle of the night, bloody and agitated. What did he want?

the devil inside you ➵ mvtthewmurdvck

summary ➵ You grow tired of waiting up for Matt, but your anger when you see him quickly dissolves.

I know you best ➵ WinterWidow22

summary ➵ After a bad breakup and a talk with Matt he finally confesses how he really feels.

felicis ➵ thebearking

summary ➵ You worry about Matt, you tell him not to be reckless, and you patch him up when he doesn't listen.

what can I get you? ➵ dani_writessometimes

summary ➵ (Y/N) works as a waitress at a shady Korean restaurant and she doesn’t expect that her favorite customer would also be her savior on an unfortunate night.

his little miracle ➵ TheBravePrincessPure

summary ➵ Just a collection of scenes from Matt/Reader’s journey through pregnancy and parenthood. The angst, the fluff, and everything in between.

senses ➵ YouAreMyMuse

summary ➵ In moments like that, Matt Murdock thanked God for his enhanced senses.

just a taste ➵ sparecoochiepls

summary ➵ Just a taste of Matt Murdock would never be enough.

sutures ➵ kviii (hellowkatey)

summary ➵ You're a medical student who is horrible at sutures. Matt Murdock is a vigilante with a habit of getting himself sliced up. You can probably see where this is going.

so you’re not in fight club? ➵ mvtthewmurdvck

summary ➵ Matt confesses how he gets his bruises.

when you hold me ➵ redahlia

summary ➵ There’s something endearing in the way Matt seeks comfort in you, the way he found himself picking you as his safe place, dropping his defenses fully, allowing you to find your way into his life, offering himself to you with no restraints. It makes you swell with joy, a welcomed ache in your ribs soothed only by his presence.

love is blind ➵ SidneyDR

summary ➵ Reader is invited to her aunt’s yearly christmas party and she asks Matt to pretend to be her boyfriend for the evening to avoid her evil cousins making fun of her even more.

something ➵ WritingWithADinosaur

summary ➵ Everything seemed to be going wrong. Breaking clean streaks, getting fired, and more. A walk to clear your mind takes you to a church. When things are this low, maybe this will actually help?

#matt murdock fic #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #Matt Murdock Fic Recs #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock series

[opalesense]

Can I request Diluc going off on a long journey with the traveler and his s/o gives him a fat smooch goodbye in front of everyone and he’s like 👁👄👁 all embarrassed

one goodbye kiss

diluc & gn!reader

1k words • ~6 min. read

summary: you accidentally fluster diluc in the middle of the tavern by giving him a goodbye kiss before he sets off on his travels.

warnings: none!

notes: HAHAHA THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE??! also i’m really sorry i took so long to respond ghdhhsg my mind has been in nsfw land lately... but thank you for requesting, take a kiss from me before you get a kiss from diluc <3

“WE’LL BE BACK IN A FEW WEEKS,” Diluc reiterated to Charles, who was only informed of the winery owner’s last minute leave just mere moments ago. Charles, quite literally in the middle of a shift tonight, wiped down the counter with a sigh. He gave Charles a pat on the back and look of reassurance. “If you ever need anything, just let Elzer know. I’m sure he can find people to cover my shifts while I’m gone.”

 “Come now, Diluc,” Kaeya set his mug down after taking a long swig, “Why don’t you entrust your dear old brother to cover your shifts? You know I’m here almost every night anyway. And you shouldn’t doubt my mixing skills, either.”

 Diluc could only scoff and shake his head at Kaeya. Readjusting his leather sack that carried most of his belongings necessary for travel, he made his way across the other side of the counter in swift steps. He snatched Kaeya’s bottle of wine away from him, earning a pout from the blue haired brother. “That’s your sixth bottle of the day. You’re here almost every night to drink, not work. Nice try, though.”

 “Hey, I was drinking that too, you know,” Rosaria pitched in as well, furrowing her eyebrows as Diluc handed the bottle to Charles, who put it back on the shelf behind the bar.

 “How come the so called ‘protectors’ of Mondstadt get drunk almost every night instead of patrolling the city for danger? Tell me, who’s out there watching the streets right now? Surely it’s a Knight’s duty, at the very least, to do their job sober,” Diluc crossed his arms as he threw out casual criticism at the two drunken night owls.

 Rosaria fidgeted with the blade in her hand and scowled, “I’m not even a Knight, dumbass!”

 “Hey, we have to get going soon and hopefully we’ll be at Liyue by sunrise,” the traveller interrupted the banter and lightened the mood a bit. “Diluc, don’t you want to give a nice goodbye? We’ll be gone for a couple of weeks, after all.”

 Diluc sighed and softened his gaze. The traveller was right. He had learned over the years that goodbyes were always the hardest, and he never wanted the his potential last goodbyes to end in bitterness. It would break his heart to think that someone’s last memories of him could be unpleasant, and he couldn’t stand anymore heartbreak.

 “Fine,” he uncrossed his arms and reached a hand out to Kaeya’s shoulder, giving him a firm pat. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

 “I’ll try,” Kaeya let go of his pout and replaced it with a slight grin, aware of Diluc’s genuine concern laying underneath his lack of words to show for it. Nonetheless, he appreciated his attempts at reconciliation, no matter how small it was.

 “And you,” he turned to face Rosaria, who was playing with the blade effortlessly, “don’t let this idiot go overboard.”

 She simply responded by rolling her eyes. “I’m not his babysitter, but I’ll do you a favour just this once.”

 Diluc then turned to face you. His stern scowl was immediately replaced with a soft grin, his eyes lighting up once he had a good look of your face. You stood up and took a step closer to him, falling into his arms in a desperate, intimate embrace. He sighed as he wrapped his warm hands around you, caressing your back and allowing this moment to plant a seed in his memory that he could carry with him during his travels. He closed his eyes for a moment, tuning out the ambient sounds of the tavern, forgetting about his responsibilities and simply enjoying your presence.

 Alas, all good things come to an end and he knew he couldn’t keep the traveller waiting. His eyes fluttered open as he slowly loosened his grip on you, allowing you to lean back a little and meet his eyes with yours. You cupped his cheeks with your hands, smoothing over his freckled skin with your thumbs and staring longingly into his deep red eyes.

 “I’m going to miss you so much,” you whispered. He studied your face for a few seconds, distracted by the way you glimmered in the dim light of the tavern.

 “I’ll miss you too, my dear–“

 Suddenly you pressed your lips against his, taking his breath away in a kiss that had him take a step back in the sheer impulsivity of it. His eyes widened as he kissed you back, panic settling in as he realized you two were not alone at home like usual. In fact, you were kissing him in front of his travel companion, brother, friend, coworker, and all the patrons currently in the tavern. He grabbed your waist instinctively, wanting to pry you off of him, but knowing that his return home was never guaranteed, he allowed you to continue kissing him and held your waist lovingly instead.

 But soon enough, you pulled your face away and giggled at the sight – his face was priceless! The poor man, usually perceived as grumpy and stern according to most citizens of Mondstadt, stood there helplessly with a crimson blush rivalling his own hair color. With eyes widened, lips quivering, and forehead slightly dampened with nervous sweat, you cooed at his innocent expression, and apologized profusely for the sudden action with sweet whispers as you pulled him in for another hug again.

 “I just... couldn’t hold back, you know?” you admitted, “Sorry, dear...”

 “It’s... it’s okay, my love,” he stared at the ground, avoiding eye contact with Kaeya and Rosaria, who were already trying to hold back their laughs. But they just couldn’t do it, no matter how hard they tried to maintain normalcy, the two troublemakers giggled profusely.

 “You two better shut it before I make you shut it,” Diluc held out his hand, still holding you closely, and summoned a bright flame to spook them. And sure enough, that was enough to keep their lips sealed for the rest of the night. Though, that didn’t stop them from exchanging teasing glances with each other, and that surely didn’t stop the rest of the people in the room to talk amongst the people of Mondstadt the next morning about how cute of a lad Diluc was at the tavern, all because of one goodbye kiss.

#diluc #diluc x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #mine #boom #requested

[blzzrdstryr]

Storge

Yandere!Childe x reader

CW: Yandere themes, swearing

Requested by anon, I am not going to post the ask, since it will spoil the fic

It’s snowing when you finally escape.

Snow and thin layers of ice like rustle under your bare feet as you run as fast as you can, uncaring of whatever injuries you’ll get in the process. Servants and guards scream and run after you too, eager to catch you before any of the news reaches Childe.

“Стой! Стой кому сказал!”, a lumping and balding middle aged man screams after you. You can’t understand the words yet recognize the desperation it was said with - this man can’t afford to fail, lest he loses his job. Too bad for him - you also can’t afford to fail, lest you lose your freedom and you are a better runner than him.

“Eat shit”, it escapes you, raw and hopeful and despairing at the same time - the freedom you yearned for months is here, you just need to push a little more, run a little faster. You don’t know to whom these words are addressed to - to the man behind you, Ajax you’re running away from or the world, that is so cold and unfair, constantly giving you a shorter end of the stick.

Fate proves itself a cruel mistress once again, as you trip on the ice, bones cracking upon the impact of your body against the ground.

“Вот тварь, побегать любит”, the man bends in half from the exhaustion and then comes closer to you, grabbing you from behind and yelling something to the couple of women catching up to you. You, of course, writhe and hiss in his hold, like some feral and disgruntled cat, scratching and biting their hands when the occasion rises. They mutter something unpleasant in Snezhnayan, yet don’t retaliate, afraid of what He will do once he learns of their slight.

You curse them and their entire bloodlines as they drag you back to the mansion.

He comes back from whatever bloody business he has the same day, when the Sun almost settles and dyes everything in purple-red hues. You look at this view from your room, seated in the comfy chair near the brightly lit fireplace and tightly bundled in the multiple layers of fur blankets. Your left leg is also covered - in bandages and herbal ointments, meant to soothe the pain.

You also got sick - maybe it’s because you bolted in nothing but your nightwear, or maybe because people who returned you back to your cell were dragging your unwilling body on the snow and at the end of your “journey” you were wetter than a recently used mop. Maids gave you some herbal tea for that too, and now you were nursing a warm cup, awaiting his arrival.

“I’ve heard that someone misbehaved again”, Childe enters the room, a manic and creepy smile plastered over his face. Seems that this “talk” will be as much of a test to your sanity as any other.

“Ajax”, you say in exasperation, more to yourself than to him - he rarely reacts to your sighs or glares, his overblown ego making him blind to your obvious discomfort.

“I’ve also heard that this someone got very very far. Almost naked. In the middle of the winter”, he continues, coming closer to you with each word: “I wonder who would be crazy enough to abandon this beautiful and majestic estate to return to their sad, miserable life”.

“At least I don’t have to see you in my sad, miserable life”, you quip and turn in your chair away from Ajax as much as you can. It’s hard to do with one injured leg.

“Oh, is it? Well, you don’t see anyone in your horrifically miserable life”, he quickly steps around, appearing in your vision again.

“Shut up”, you can sense what he’ll say next, already seeing red. Childe’s grin turns even wider. How does he always manage to do and say things to get under your skin?

“You have no friends to spend time with, you don’t even have any family. Whom will you return to? No one is waiting for you there”, and with this he leaves, shutting the door just in time to avoid the thrown cup of tea and you have to simmer in your own anger alone.

***

The boy appears on the next day, when Childe leaves for work. Ginger, pale and blue eyed, he doesn’t leave you even a shadow of doubt who his relative is. You plan on ignoring the boy just for this fact, yet the child proves himself just as stubborn as your captor.

He pesters the maids and other servants, who don’t rebuff him which proves your relation theory even further - who would be allowed to behave like that except you, Childe and his relative? When bothering staff proves itself fruitful, yet unsatisfying he turns his attention to you.

You sit on the sofa this time, your injured leg preventing you from escaping from that mini-Childe and the maid assigned to you pointedly ignores your pleading and threatening gazes. You have no choice, but endure.

***

Ajax’ little brother, Teucer as you learn turns out to be a way better person than you imagined him to be. It’s harsh to talk like that about a prepubescent child, but you can never be too sure or lax when it comes to Childe and his family.

He’s loud and stubborn in the way his older brother is, yet there’s no hidden malice or motive in his words, no mental game to test you with. As you already said it’s crazy to think about a little kid like this, like some manipulative and cunning bastard, yet you can’t. Living with Childe stripped you of it too - you can’t not just relax and trust everyone you meet, especially if they happen to have ginger hair and blue eyes.

You end up humoring Teucer as he tells you of his adventures with Tonya and Anton, and how he misses his big brother Ajax. A short, yet awkward pause ensues, as a boy casts his gaze down, sadness coming off of him in tangible waves and you do something unexpected.

You ruffle his hair and offer to play with him and he beams at that, his smile rivaling Sun with its brightness.

Servants bring a couple of board games - you can’t really move and participate in something more intensive, and the two of you spend several hours just playing.and enjoying yourselves. You get so engrossed by the game in fact that you miss the moment when someone else enters the room. You realize this once Teucer lifts his head and gasps, his eyes shining.

“Ajax! You are here!”, he squeals as he runs into Childe’s arms.

“Of course I am! Once I heard my dearest baby brother visited my house I dropped everything to come here”, Ajax effortlessly lifts the now laughing boy and spins him around, his eyes crinkling as he does so.

Teucer immediately shifts his attention from you to his brother, and while this is something very predictable, the hurt at this disregard is not. You never expected to get attached to a random kid just by spending a couple of hours with them, but here you are: watching your captor play with him and wishing that you could join too.

The boy leaves in the evening as Childe orders his men to take him back, yet before that Teucer runs up to you and hugs you too, thanking him for the time you spent with him and your heart flutters. Warmth the kind you never felt before washes over your soul, you feel complete.

You watch how he departs, your eyes trailing carriage until it turns into a tiny dot on the horizon and Childe watches you.

“If you behave I will invite Teucer more often”, he says on the next day. How can you decline such an offer?

#yandere genshin impact #Yandere genshin #yandere childe #yandere genshin x reader #Yandere tartaglia #Yandere tartaglia x reader #Yandere genshin impact x reader #Yandere genshin x reader #Yandere x reader #Male yandere #Yandere imagine #My writing #Flexing my russian skills because I can #And because I didn't learn it for years for nothing