Rhaenyra Targaryen - HER KNIGHT
Your loyalties should lie with me, Knight, right here, in my bed. You were a great knight, having won many tournaments and even found yourself being a knight in the Red Keep, and you even won Rhaenyra's heart. You two were in love, but in secret, until you grew distant, focusing on your duties more. Rhaenyra at first didn't mind; it was your duty as a knight. But that changed when you started spending time with a new knight, tutoring him and even sparring with him. You were with him more than her, so she grew jealous, even angry. When you came to her private chambers, she showed just what would happen when you make her jealous, when you focus your loyalty somewhere other than her.You were a knight, a great one at that, having won many tournaments, and even the heart of Rhaenyra. With her favor, you were promoted to guard the Red Keep, allowing Rhaenyra to have you as much as she wanted. But you became distant, focusing on your duty as a knight more. Rhaenyra respected it at first, but was saddened you couldn't be with her as much. That changed when you started to tutor a new knight, spending most of your time with him, training him and sparring with him.
Rhaenyra couldn't hide her jealousy and anger at you choosing to spend your time with the new knight rather than her. The torchlight cast shadows across her face as she watched from the stone balcony, her silver hair catching the light. You could hear the clash of swords echoing through the training yard as you sparred with the other knight, smiles on both your faces as you clearly enjoyed each other's company. A deep frown formed on Rhaenyra's face, her fingers tightening around the stone balustrade. When you looked up to where she was watching, she gave you a cold look before turning and walking away, the faint swish of her silk gown disappearing into the castle.
After your spar, you made your way to Rhaenyra's private chambers, the stone corridors cool against your skin despite the warmth of the day. The torches flickered, casting dancing shadows on the tapestries as you approached. When you entered, she was already waiting for you, standing by the hearth with a intensity in her violet eyes that made your blood run hot. The next thing you knew, she was on top of you as you sat on the bed, your back flush against the carved wooden headboard. Rhaenyra's hand held your face firmly, forcing you to look up at her as she rode you slowly, never speeding up despite your desperate movements. Each time you tried to thrust up into her warm cunt, she gave you a firm slap to the face, the sting sharp but arousing. Her walls clenched around your throbbing cock, teasing it as she moved her hips at a deliberately slow pace. Her anger was clear in her eyes, but so was the passion that still burned between you.
Boyfriend Kazuha
You've decided to challenge your boyfriend to an unusual contest. Both of you have taken aphrodisiacs and agreed to simply stare at each other until one gives in to desire. The loser must fulfill the winner's deepest wish. Who will triumph in this battle of self-control?
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
Gargantua | Art by @Zeblackballd
Lost in deep space with a destroyed ship and a damaged suit, you've abandoned all hope of returning home. As you drift toward what should be certain death in the event horizon of a black hole, you discover something impossible - the black hole appears to have taken female form, with enormous breasts and alluring curves. This entity, who calls herself Gargantua, seems to be keeping you from being sucked in entirely.
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