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salaciousdoll · 7 months

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✩˚｡⋆ ⋆ ⋆ His Messy Dolly ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡✩

･˳ . ⋆ Featuring Jugram Haschwalth x doll wife!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of smut, Modern!royal! Au, dollification( just a little bit shown), dirty talking, pet names( Angel, doll, slut, etc.), Dark Content, reader is fucked good and messy, Jugram is obsessed with you even if you only had a year with each other before the arranged marriage happens, arranged marriage au!, reader has a small panic attack on her wedding day, reader almost turns into bridezilla, spitting, impact play( gripping thighs, holding hips tightly, etc.), small temperature play with ice, breeding kink, squirt mention, you’re both a creamer and squirter, quickie, late to your own wedding, praise kink up 100 here, degradtion kink is down 50, pussy drunk! Jugo, dick drunk!reader, let me know if I missed something… Wc: 2.5k

Minors do not interact, 18+

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: this may not be my best and I am so sorry to the people who expected more. I didn’t finish this until today but I hope you can still enjoy it. Please tell me if Jugram is ooc because I think I wrote him a little ooc, just be nice about it. Anyways, welcome to the second week and fic of my kinktober and no nut November event!!

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Being the daughter of a victorious king has its ups and downs. Ups because of the princess treatment you get and the pretty gowns you get to wear to every event or even causally some days. You always dress and act your best around any of your mother and father’s company.

Growing up in a palace or being the princess has its downs when you have to act ladylike at all times, be on your best behavior because if you don't, a pinch to the arms or ears will pull you together. Being the princess of your father’s kingdom has its downs when you are forced into an arranged marriage based on the Kings of two countries' greed for power and hunger for money. Arranged marriage still being legal today will never not throw you out of your head.

You had a life before today. A life filled with so much goodness, treasurement, etc. you loved walking around in any outfit or gown with stares of men and women waiting for your father to announce your courting event. You were stunning to everyone everywhere you went. You walked with your head held high with the innocent lore in your eyes and posture. You were the admired one, so when the queen finally announced to the public that you were now courted to be a bride of prince Haschwalth, loud whispers and concerns from the public occurred causing the king to immediately silence their foolish concerns with whom you’re getting married to.

You and Jugram stared at the crowd with your head held high as your father and his father quieted down the crowd. With one look from Ywhach and your father, the crowd quiets down. Afterwards, you and Jugram announced your wedding day and invited everyone to join you two, which got screams of excitement and anguish from people all over.

A year later, your wedding occurred. The wedding was a hazard and a fucking playground of annoying kids and adults. You were slowly becoming a bridezilla once one of your bridesmaids forgot the dress due to her packing so late. You wanted a big wedding with family and friends, this was the consequence of going against your future king's wishes of a small wedding. You stared in the mirror at yourself and tried to smile as your cousin explained that your other cousin was running late from the bridal shop near your father’s castle.

“ It’s alright, c/n. Thank you. You may go, I need to be alone just for a minute please.”, You say as you stare at the crown that was supposed to be on your head minutes ago. You were late to your own wedding and you wanted to be swallowed up by the earth when you kept hearing the same orchestral music playing in the background.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes until you heard a knock on the door. You didn’t say anything to let them know to leave you alone. You would think that this person would take the hint, but they didn’t. The person came in, shutting the door after themselves. You could feel a chilling and mysterious air around which means the person is your newly made lover.

You spoke to him with your head down, “ Jugo, I don’t think I could do this right now, I still want to marry you. I want to marry you so badly but this day isn’t meant for me. I can’t keep dealing with thi-”

“ Nonsense, my love. We can’t call it off just for one little mishap. Pull yourself together, princess. Or do I have to, perhaps, make you.”, Jugo says while buttoning up your corset to your dress from behind even after you thought you were buttoned up perfectly. He always loves to dress you up, you’re his little doll, his Angelic doll. He didn’t like that he couldn’t dress you up for today, so that’s why he’s here for touch ups. After he was finished with your corset, he ran his hand down your back to smooth it out and then back up to your shoulders to massage them. Jugram’s hands felt like your favorite lotion smoothing over your skin, God you were in love with him as he was in love with you just as much.

You bit your lip and looked at the time on the clock sitting on the vanity mirror thing, they could wait another ten minutes right? You jumped at Jugram bending to kiss your check, standing you up in the process. His hands were soothing your arms as he kissed from your cheek and down to the crook of your neck, “ Tell me what you want, my love. Want me to make you squirt or cream? Want me to fuck you hard and fast.” As he spoke, he sucked on the skin he could see, seeming that you had your wedding dress on and only the top of your chest was available to him.

“ Want me to leave marks on your skin, showing everyone what’s mine? Or do you want to leave marks on my skin showing everyone what’s yours? Choose wisely, Angel.”, Jugram was teasing you and you were so ready for his dick, but he just continued rubbing your skin in circles and sucking or kissing on your sweet spots.

You wanted to scream but held yourself together, “ Make me messy, it’s only right I get the preview of our honeymoon, Jugo. Give it to me hard and fast, but please don’t make me stain my dress. You’re not even supposed to be seeing me before I walk down the aisle, bad luck is coming our way Jugo.” Jugram smirked a little against your shoulders, raising his pretty eyes to meet yours in the mirror.

He turned you around and helped you on top of the vanity, not caring if it broke under your weight or how hard he was about to fuck you. You cared though, he could see the panic in your eyes and movements; he didn’t know why, but he was turned on from the panic spreading from your eyes and running out of your eyes and across your entire face. He liked the adrenaline. The rush of only being able to get you to panic, fall, or fold underneath him.

Jugram unzipped his pants with his left hand as his right hand was placed on the side of your cheek. He passionately kissed you, detaching his lips to whisper to you about holding up your dress right before attaching his lips to yours again, this time more roughly. You liked the feeling of his lips on yours even if they are rough going.

As you tried to bunch up the front of your dress to allow him access to your pussy, he detached his lips from the slow lip locking kiss with a string of saliva being the only evidence of the passionate kiss. He helped you and saw your pretty white lingerie panties causing him to curl his finger under the ban, snapping it against your skin, “ Please tell me you have more of these for the honeymoon, my love. They look so pretty and perfect for the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, darling.”

You smirked at him as you tightly held onto one part of your dress bunched up in your right hand that held onto the vanity table and your left hand held onto the other side of the vanity table, “ You’ve seen other pussies, my dear Jugram? Not very wise of you but as for the answer to your question” you smiled at him, seductively looking up at him through your eyelashes. “ you’ll have to find out.”

He almost chuckled at your stupid little joke, but he was too occupied bending down to plant butterfly kisses on your white lingerie panties covering your sweet pussy he loved to see and be inside of. He soon reached into the ice bucket on the side of you with the champagne in there— pulling out an ice cube to put in his mouth. Jugram went back to kissing and sucking on your clit through your pussy with the ice in his mouth. You squealed at the coldness of the ice on your clothed pussy, it felt so good to be true. So good that you might squirt especially with the little licks and kisses he was planting on your soaking pussy. You grew wetter at this little act of service but had to stop it, “ Feels s’good, Jugram, but I need you inside of me.” Jugram stood up again and licked his lips— savoring the little taste of water and your pussy.

He took out his cock and lined himself up with the opening of your pussy, “ Such an impatient little slut. I’ll give you what you so desperately want, my pretty bunny.” You didn’t know where the nickname came from, but you liked hearing him say it especially with his deep, pretty voice.

His cock was so heavy and thick against your pussy and you couldn’t take it, so you tried to move your hips up and down. Jugram stopped that right away with a firm grip of your thigh, his other hand moved your panties to the side earning a groan from him as some of your wetness dripped down your pussy.

Jugram threw his head back when he pushed inside of your aching, wet pussy. He looked so beautiful with his head thrown back as Adam's apple bobbed so beautifully alongside his mouth opening letting out a loud groan, “ shit, such a wet pretty pussy you have. Want to fill you up. May I?” You nodded your head tk his question— your mouth was open in a large O as he dug into your pussy. Meanwhile, the only reason he was talking so much is because your pussy always have Jugram vocal with you, it was a weakness to him.

Your head hit the mirror almost shattering it, yet you didn’t give a damn— not when you have a big dick filling up your cunt. Your pussy welcomed Jugram in as he started to move in and out of you. He suddenly snatched your dress out of your hands and held it to your mouth, “ bite for me, doll. Aughhh! Fuck you’re squeezing me here.” You bite into your dress, holding it up for Jugram to see himself go in and out of your pussy with you clinging onto him like a girl who never wanted to let go. The grip of your pussy on his cock was a beautiful sight to behold.

Jugram couldn’t take anymore and needed to make you cum, so he can finally cum inside of your beautiful pussy— it will be the first for this day. He gripped your hips and slammed into you with neediness, the slaps of his hips hitting your inner thighs were beautiful. Your muffled screams were loud while he pounded inside of you without a care in the word if your cream dripped onto his suit or pieces of your dress. Your hands were on his pelvis trying to stop him from moving so fast.

“ No no, sweetheart. Take it, we only have a little amount of time. Should’ve pulled yourself together like I asked you, my love.”, he says in between hard thrusts. Your eyes widened as you felt your insides tighten at the feeling of his dick battering inside of your sobbing, tight pussy.

He leaned in to look in your eyes— holding eye contact with you as his cock swirled inside of you because of the rolling of his hips slamming into yours, you were sure your pussy was makin a mess on his cock and soon tears were building up in your eyes as you tried so hardly to maintain contact with him as he fucked you so good.

The grunts and whimpers he sung was beautiful and staring in his eyes was even more beautiful. “ Mmmphh, I cdwnt, plesssss.” Your muffled moans were so damn cute.

“ Let go for me, darling. Let Bazz listen to you come undone on my cock. Let him hear you scream as I pound you through your orgasm. Let him listen to what he can’t have. Fuck!”, Jugram moaned as he continued pounding into you. The objects on the desk you sat on fell on the floor as he pounded your pussy with want and need. Once you take in his words, your eyes widen at his sentence and you let go of your dress from your mouth because of your mouth opening in a loud scream.

Your cunt gripped Jugram so hard that he had no choice but to cum inside you as you came undone on his cock that was pumping and stretching you out even more. “ Fuckkkk, Jugo, ahhhnnn.”

Jugo came deep inside of your womb, “ Fucking hell! Nhnn~ such a beautiful cunt for a beautiful woman of mine.” Jugram eyes were back to normal after his vision went white whilst he came inside of you. He took in your messy look and grew proud of himself. Your hair was messed up, mascara ran down your face because of your tears of pleasure, and your lipstick was smudged across your face. He looked up at himself in the mirror and laughed— he actually laughed. Jugram’s lips had your lipstick smudged on them and his forehead was forming a party of sweat across it.

He kissed your lips before pulling out of your messy pussy, “ ahhh! You did so good f’me, so damn good. Now let’s get this wedding started, darling. Wouldn’t want everyone to leave before they got to see your gorgeous face, now would we?” He tucked himself back into his pants prior to helping you pull up your panties and fix your dress.

He suddenly turned to the door and spoke in his authority voice to someone outside the door, “ Bazz, since you were so incompetent to listen, you can inform the makeup artist and hair stylist that my wife needs a retouch, please include that I’ll pay them double their original amount.”

You then heard a kick of the door and a loud groan, “ such a dick move, Jugo.” It was Bazz's voice and your eyes widened at how he knew it was him. Jugram sensed that was gonna be your next question and answered you, “ Could feel his presence and heard his little curses as he listened to me pounding inside of your cunt.” You looked away when he said the last part, you forgot how brash he can be sometimes.

Jugram grabbed your chin, “ Open for me, pretty bunny.” You opened your mouth immediately and he knew he had you with that nickname now. Jugram looked in your eyes as something dropped on your tongue. You couldn’t see what it was; you could feel it instead. It was warm and stringy. It was his spit. This only turned you on even more as you swallowed the warm liquid down your throat. You were going to love being his wife.

A knock on the door solidified this moment and Jugram pulled away from you with a smirk. He soon turned to walk out the door, not before stopping in the thereshold where the hairstylist and makeup stylist sat there wide eyed at you two, “ I’ll looking forward to seeing you out there, wife.”

You smiled and nodded at him, “ See you out there, husband.”

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heaven4lostgirls · 12 days

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I deserve better (A.H)

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

warning: angst, breakups, mentions of haley's death, reader is compared to haley, breakdowns, aaron has healing to do</3

summary: aaron comes home from a hard case with his decision already made, he's in for a very rude awakening when reader sees right through his bs.

word count: 1.5k

There was a loneliness in the air that felt almost palpable after your breakup with Aaron. It felt like an amalgamation of every broken promise and empty silences you both sat in, trying to grasp onto invisible strings surrounding your love. If you thought hard enough, you could almost clearly imagine what used to be his breathing when he used to lie on the now cold side of the bed. His presence haunted every empty corner of your now prodigious apartment.

You closed your eyes in the dark as your mind unwillingly drifted to the conversation with your now ex-boyfriend. The sound of the door opening to Aaron’s home made you look away from the television as you waited with bated breath and a smile to see your boyfriend, only the expression he held on his face when your gazes met was one you knew you would commit to memory. Guilt, anguish. Probably worse if you had bothered to push deeper but you knew that you couldn’t do that yourself.

“Aaron?” your voice echoes in the living room and all he can do is hesitate, you watch as his hands shake as he places his badge, gun and bag down before making his way to you, his steps purposeful yet cautious and deep down you knew that whatever he was going to say was going to change the trajectory of your relationship.

“Hey” he whispers as he sits on the opposite end of the couch which only cements your worries, maybe he’s finally decided that him and Jack didn’t need another addition to their family, maybe he’s decided he’s had enough of you. “We need to talk” he starts, and your only response is a small nod as your underlying anxiety bubbles under your skin like a festering wound.

“This- This case, it really made me realise something.” He starts and you can already feel your expression shifting from worry to confusion, he must recognise your own emotions as you do his as he continues swiftly. “The unsub mentioned you when we caught him, he knew your name” he says harshly and you look at him shocked, why hadn’t he told you any of this when you’d called him after he had wrapped up the case? “I promised myself when Haley passed away that I would never put someone I cared about in the position to be used against me” he says and your heart drops.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask out of genuine curiosity. He closes his eyes and clenches his hands into fists, “I think you know.” He croaks out and you scoff which only causes him to look at you in confusion, “You’re being selfish” you bite out and he looks alarmed at the harsh words. “You’re not even letting me choose what I want to do about my OWN safety?” you ask harshly but soft enough as to not wake Jack up.

He’s shaking his head before you can even finish your sentence, “you don’t get it!” he insists as he implores you understand what he’s saying. “you-you’ve never had to hold your d-dead wife’s body in your hands, wishing for her to come back, wishing you could tell her how much she means to you” he insists as his eyes well with tears and your heart drops at his confession.

“And I hope I never have to feel that, but Aaron you can’t keep taking your grief out on our relationship, I know it hurts, but how am I supposed to think you’re ending this for me when you’re putting Haley first even in death?” you whisper and against your own better judgement, you feel a few tears fall from your eyes.

“That-That is NOT what is happening.” He says again and you can see the frustration boiling over for him, “That’s not fair to me Aaron, you know that” you say, and you watch as confusion shifts on his features, “Wait no hold on, I didn’t mean it like that-”

“You didn’t have to. I always thought you’d meant in a constructive way for me, consistently telling me when I make Jack’s meals that it’s not the way Haley would’ve made it, when you tell me not to buy certain perfumes and body washes because it reminded you too much of Haley. But now I realise that you’ve been carrying this dead weight after her death, and it’s not fair for me to be carrying it with you. I will never replace Haley, but I do know that I deserve a lot more than being compared to her everyday just because you haven’t dealt with your grief.”

“Honey, hold on, just wait please-”

“I was going to fight for you Aaron , truly. I came into this conversation thinking of ways to help you not give up on us, but I can’t do that when the one thing pushing you is a woman I can never compete with.”

Aaron looks distraught and your heart feels simultaneously lighter and broken at the same time, His healing needed to take priority and you knew that his journey didn’t necessarily have space for you. And that was okay, at the end of the day the one thing you had always wished was to see Aaron Hotchner happy, and if that meant he had to do it without you, you would deal.

“I love you” he says, his eyes begging you to believe him, and your lips lift at his statement, as they’ve done a million times before, a force of habit. You shift closer to him and grasp his hand in yours as you place your other one on his face. His eyes close at the contact and he starts shaking his head, “Don’t- don’t do this right now. Please don’t do this Y/N.” his voice cracks.

Your lips quivers and you attempt to move your hand to smother the sob building in your chest but as your hand lifts off of his cheek his eyes are open wide, alarmed to feel you slipping away and he grasps you closer to him, looking into your eyes wildly as you look into his eyes, hoping all of your love is shining through them. “You know I have to.” You whisper and his expression is pained as he feels your hands run through his hair.

“I can’t do this without you” he confesses as he chokes on his tears, his hands grasping to your hips and arms as though you’d disappear if he looked away. “You’re going to be just fine, I promise” you say, and he shakes his head before the sobs escape him and he leans his head into your body as sobs wrack through his body. Warbled cries of “I’m sorry” flood from him and all you can do is hold him through it, hoping it brings him some form of comfort.

You console him until he tires himself out, he looks so much more peaceful when he’s asleep, his furrowed brow is smoothed out and if not for the tear tracks running down his cheeks you would never be able to know how much pain he was just in. You manoeuvre him to lay on the couch, a suitable enough pillow under his head and a soft blanket covering him. Your hand still lays outstretched in his grip, and you bite your lip as you try to let him let go.

As soon as your hand leaves his grip, he’s whimpering and grasping for some form of contact from you, you quickly snatch one of Jack’s teddy bears from the floor and you place it within his grasp, he grasps it almost immediately and holds it close to his chest. Your eyes mist over and you take a few minutes to breathe deeply and once calm, you quickly plan.

You take an old overnight bag you used to use before you started staying for weekends, such as this one. You pack the clothes you use the most and some work essentials before packing up your toiletries and everything else that can fit in your car. Everything looks so immensely empty when all your stuff is gone, with a quick little kiss to Jack’s cheek, you switch on your car, and you drive the route to your apartment.

In the silence and solace of your car, you allow yourself to break, sobs wrack through your body and your scream and cry as you make the drive to your place. You break again when you see the emptiness and coldness of your apartment, there’s none of Jack’s drawings on the fridge, none of Aarons past case files on the dining table, none of their shoes at the entrance and none of everything of what you loved and missed dearly.

Which brings you to now, in your bed, unable to look at the other side usually occupied by an Aaron sized lump. You don’t sleep, when the sun starts rising and coming through your room, you don’t move. When your alarm goes off at 7AM, you don’t move. When Aaron’s name flashes on your screen with multiple unanswered calls, you don’t move. You eventually get up to go to work and exist throughout the day.

Nobody asks you what’s wrong and you don’t divulge, you know it will take you a long time to feel okay enough to even see Aaron again but for now, you can mourn and think of what could have been as you learn how to live without half of yourself.

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sugar-grigri · 4 months

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Hey! Have you noticed the visual parallels between the gun fiend and Chainsaw man in this latest (152th) chapter?

The parallel between Aki and Denji in the last chapter

No, I hadn't noticed, and I like that others have because I might have an explanation for this parallel.

Fujimoto likes parallels, but this time he does it the other way round. Let me explain: for me, and according to my interpretation, he had already made an explicit reference to chapters 78/79 in this chapter:

Chapter 142 exploited Denji's relationship with others, but also with being a CSM, just as Fumiko's speech only reinforces the fact that even when she places herself as a victim, she reinforces Denji's position as a martyr.

Even when Fumiko argues that she saw CSM as a child, the chapter proves her wrong, whether through her unsuccessful manipulation techniques, her many contradictions, but above all her behaviour is typical, allowing Denji to deny the pain he suffered by killing his brother.

I won't go into it again ((if you want to know more, the link is above)) the only thing you need to remember here is that Fujimoto still intends to exploit Aki's death, albeit in a subtle, poetic way in part 2.

In chapter 152, Denji suffers because he has decided to; his suffering is his own, he demands it and even sees it as a means of experiencing pleasure. What's more, this chapter follows on from chapters 150/151 in Denji's claim to his own identity: I WANT to be CSM, and no one is going to stop me. The negative consequences are mine because I've decided to.

Whereas during his confrontation with Aki, Denji's identity was stolen by his "fans" (a theme dealt with in chapter 142), who positioned themselves as the only suffering parties (ignoring Denji's), and it was the frightened, bruised men and women who decided that CSM had to save them, had to act and kill.

So chapter 152 is more than an awakening, it's Denji who takes back the right to suffer if he has decided to do so. Before, it was always the others who decided, but instead of taking the plunge and saying: I'll never let myself suffer again, this time the martyr doesn't want his suffering to be taken away from him.

Because if we take away Denji's suffering, he won't turn into a CSM anymore

If that's taken away, his memories of Power and Aki are fragmented

These last two sentences are actually linked, because Denji has learnt to love just as much as he has learnt to suffer through Aki and Power. Aki's curse is to have been possessed by his sworn enemy, the Gun Devil, who reclaims his rights over the man who tried to resist him: to be there to make Aki's family suffer, always, even the second time around.

As the curse repeats itself, Aki's mind is stuck in his childhood, when it hadn't yet been broken, so he's blindly enjoying himself. Because, paradoxical though it may sound, it was when Aki realised the cruelty of this world, the loss of loved ones, that he tried to protect his family - the greatest act of love. Suffering is an awareness.

Aki had gambled on his suffering before, wasting his years of life with almost no ties. And when he began to change his perception of wanting to do something for his family, those wasted years didn't leave him enough time to protect his second family.

While he was escaping the suffering of his first family, he didn't even realise that he was causing the second to suffer. Fate was simply amused.

It is just as much for Power, a bestial being by nature who has already learnt about the suffering of losing loved ones with Meowy's kidnapping, Aki's anguish possessed at the door, bringing a birthday cake to Denji as an act of kindness, before realising that she would rather die than let Denji die. Suffering is also what brings destinies together and intertwines them.

Power and Aki are symbols of the same thing: when suffering began to be reflected in others, materialising in the fear of losing a loved one, fate turned against them.

So what Denji is doing is a narrative attempt to free himself from his fate, if he starts to fear more for Nayuta than for himself, if he stops being CSM for her, then the passage of suffering turned against oneself, there will always be someone to catch the ball. So Denji ends the cycle.

Denji will see no-one but his pain, Pochita, he will ignore even the flames that tore him away from his animal family, he will push back to Nayuta. It's a retreat into his own identity in the final chapter, a futile attempt to escape from a pain even worse than the pain of being cut in two, the pain of seeing another part of himself ripped away: a loved one.

Now we've pretty much understood the parallel. But don't forget the beginning of this post, Denji is doing exactly what Aki is doing.

Chapter 152 is the hero's attempt to regain control of his destiny, as if suddenly aware of the suffering inherent in the work, wanting to reverse it, to turn it into pleasure.

But he will not escape his fate. Denji may laugh, but only fate will have the last laugh.

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spinningwebsandtales · 11 months

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Imagine Miguel Feeling Guilty For Accidentally Scratching You

Miguel “Spider-Man 2099″ O’Hara X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, Miguel has nightmares, suggestive themes, slightly spoiler-y, steamy

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) I wasn’t expecting to go see Spider-Man Across the Spider-Verse and leaving with a new crush. But here we are and I could not NOT write something for Miguel. Yep count me amongst the fangirls. So here is my offering to this specimen of a Spider-Man (I’m pretty sure it’s the fangs and claws. I’m a sucker for those not gonna even lie.). Hope the rest of the fangirls enjoy it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Mild Spoilers Below for Spider-Man Across the Spider-Verse

Miguel’s story broke your heart the first time he had finally opened up and told you. It’s what broke the ice that remained between you both and let your relationship move a little further along. Deep down you knew you could never replace the family he once had and you never wanted to. But you did want to help him through the pain and find joy once again. Though life brought bitterness there was light in every situation. You wanted to be that light for Miguel.

You stroked your fingers through his hair as Miguel let himself be lulled into sleep. He’d been restless here lately and he couldn’t sleep well. He put so much pressure upon himself that you were afraid it would drive him mad. The exhaustion wasn’t helping him either as the bags under his eyes only deepened. Plagued by nightmares, you had to beg for Miguel to try and get some rest. He finally; but begrudgingly, gave in and now he found himself wrapped up in your warmth floating away as sleep began to drag him under. You continued to stroke his hair, until you too fell asleep.

Miguel felt himself in a familiar place, his family playing and laughing in the park he brought them to regularly. His daughter scampering around, her giggles echoing in the air. He turned around, taking it all in when the world shattered around him with the sound of screams. Blood splashed the playground equipment and once again his family was gone. He held the lifeless form of his little girl, screaming his pain and anguish to the darkening sky.

Miguel thrashed, waking you from your slumber. His claws and fangs glinting in the moonlight. Without thinking of your own safety you grabbed onto the struggling man. Pressing him tightly into your chest and calling out his name.

“Miguel,” you called while tears trailed down your cheeks. “Please wake up it’s a dream!”

He snarled before jolting awake, finding you in the darkness. With his cheek pressed against your breast, his chest heaved as his sweat soaked into your shirt. Though he couldn’t see your face he could smell the salty tears of your grief in the air.

“I’m alright now,” he grunted trying to pull away but you wouldn’t allow him.

“Stop for a minute,” you ordered. “Just relax and then I’ll let you go.”

He gave in, letting himself lay in your arms while listening to your steady heartbeat. With your soothing pulse, he began to calm down. When you were finally satisfied you loosened your hold. Miguel couldn’t see your face, but the tension was evident in the stiffness of your body.

“Bad dream,” he said before reaching for the lamp.

You grabbed his hand, stopping him from turning on the light. If he saw what he had done to your cheek, it would only make the situation worse.

“What’s wrong,” he asked while trying to free himself from your grasp.

“We don’t need the light on,” you replied. “Just try to go back to sleep. You’re exhausted Miguel.”

“I can’t right now, just let me turn the light on.”

You still held tightly, causing a slight twinge of annoyance to shoot through Miguel, until he scented a twinge of blood in the air. The metallic tang was unmistakable and his heart sank. Using his strength he ripped away from your grip and switched on the lamp. The light revealing what you didn’t want him to see. Your cheek had three slices in the skin, the wounds dribbling blood. Though not life threatening, Miguel felt guilt crushing him. He never wanted to hurt you with his powers and he feared he had just scarred you because he couldn’t control his mind. Reaching up he smeared away the crimson, only streaking it worse on your beautiful skin.

“Why didn’t you tell me,” Miguel growled the rage at himself barely contained.

“Cause I knew you would torture yourself with guilt,” you sighed.

“I’m a monster.”

You sighed again, “Here we go again. You are not a monster.”

You cupped his cheeks, making Miguel look you in the eye. His eyes darted from yours back to the wounds he caused, still dripping blood.

“You are my handsome Miguel O’Hara and these,” you pointed to your face, “will heal. Stop beating yourself up and get some rest you’re going to kill yourself if you don’t.”

He finally relented knowing that you were right. He was tired of feeling so burdened and weighed down by his failures. He removed the distance between you both and captured your lips with his. You melted against him, his large arms encircling your figure, letting him press you against him. Miguel grew desperate at your taste as he couldn’t get enough. His fangs elongated in his excitement, eyes drawn towards your wound once more. You were about to tell him forget it when his tongue darted out quickly, lapping at your blood. You shivered at the caress of his tongue against the skin of your cheek. But with his help the blood finally stopped.

Before you could thank him, Miguel captured your mouth once again. Letting himself fall into the trance that only you could bring. He moaned laying you back down without breaking apart from you. You held tightly, letting him do whatever he needed to ease himself back down. You buried your fingers in his thick hair, scratching at his scalp. Miguel deserved so much love as he had lost so much and you wanted to be that person for him. You kissed him back, not wanting him to do all the work until once again he was satisfied. Without a word he collapsed back on his side of the bed, his chest heaving. You nuzzled in closer, laying your head on his bare chest. Your body heat and gentle touches finally had Miguel falling back into sleep. The only difference this time was the nightmares left him alone this time, letting him get the much needed sleep he needed.

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Dincember Day 13: Family

Word Count: 2710 Rating: Teen Summary: Din Djarin is a complex man, with many walls you have not yet successfully broken down. You have been slowly building a life with the man who has a traumatic past he has alluded to, but never discussed in detail. One night, Din wakes up from a nightmare and finally lets you in. You comfort him, reminding him of your love for him and how much he deserves his unlikely family. Content Warnings: This one is pretty heavy. Deals with grief, PTSD, nightmares, survivor's guilt. Please be aware before proceeding! Author's Note: This came about because of how much I NEED to hug Din Djarin and make sure he's always loved and protected against The Horrors. Yes I know he's fictional but the sign won't stop me because I can't read. Also, I've written about Din comforting reader before but never reader comforting Din and I loved this for a change. Sometimes men just need a blub and a hug. Back to some festive fluff I hope tomorrow, but I hope you enjoyed!

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The slight movement next to you caused your eyes to flutter open. The cabin was completely dark and silent, save for the strange noise coming from somewhere next to you. At first, you thought that perhaps Grogu had wandered into your room as he sometimes did when he would Force leap to snuggle up with you and Din after a nightmare, and the peculiar noise was the sound of him snoring. You soon realised, though, that it was too loud to be Grogu. That left only one other person. You turned on the light resting on a small table next to your side of the cot to better assess the situation.

When you turned over to face Din, the sight that greeted you caused your stomach to drop. You realised that something was seriously wrong. Din was sitting bolt upright, his broad shoulders rising and falling as the sounds of him quietly sniffling filled the room.

“Din, are you alright?” You asked, voice full of concern as you sat up and rested your hand on the small of his back, moving it up and down, attempting to comfort him.

There was no response with words, just a choked sob. Din was too upset to vocalise his emotions. He shook his head slowly, looking around at you, his brown eyes shimmering with tears that had not yet fallen down his cheeks.

“Take your time, I’m here, I’ve got you,” You soothed, continuing to rub the warm expanse of Din’s back slowly. You hoped your motions brought him comfort, even if he could not vocalise a response.

The sounds that were coming from the man you loved so much were like a punch in the gut, your insides twisted as you listened to the blood curdling sound. You wrapped your arm around Din’s shoulders and brought him closer to you, so his head rested on your chest. You ran your fingers through his curls softly, hoping that the motions would ease whatever pain he was currently experiencing. Your chest ached to know that he was in so much distress. You felt paralysed. Despite doing your best to help him, the awful sniffling sounds did not cease.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” Din sniffed into your chest, “I wo-woke you up.”

“Din, it’s fine. I wouldn’t want you to go through this alone,” You said, kissing his head softly, “I’m here for you. You’re going to be okay.”

Din just nodded against your chest. You felt relieved that at least he was able to respond to your words, giving a small indication that he believed them. Despite his anguish, knowing that your comforting touches and words were reaching him on some level reassured you.

“Was it a bad dream?” You asked, once the sniffles had died down.

“I had a nightmare about…” Din gasped, “My parents.”

“Oh, Din,” You soothed, pulling his head against your chest and wrapping your arms around him even more tightly. You did not fully know what had happened to Din’s parents, only that he had lost them under traumatic circumstances at a young age, which was why he had been adopted by the Mandalorians. “I’m so sorry, that must have been awful. I wish I could do something more to make it right for you."

“It was,” Din squeaked. His usually calm, steady voice sounded so shaky and small. It was as if he were a frightened boy, rather than the hulking man that he was.

“I’m so sorry you had to relive that, honey,” You soothed, “It was just a dream though. You’re safe now. You're here in this cabin with me and Grogu and nothing bad will happen to you. Alright?”

Din nodded again. You felt some of the tension he had been holding in leaving his body as he relaxed slightly in your arms. It would take some time before he was fully calm again, but you knew he was on the right track at least, as the sniffles grew gradually more infrequent.

“Thank you,” Din finally said gratefully. He slowly lifted his head from where he had nestled it in your chest and turned to face you.

Your breath hitched at the sight of him, Din looked utterly broken. His eyes were bloodshot; there were deep, dark bags under them too. The lines on his handsome face seemed even more drawn than usual, the warm orange glow of the lamp that you had switched on revealed the devastating toll that his nightmare had wrought on him emotionally.

“Oh, Din,” You whispered, reaching up to hold his face in your hands, stroking his stubbly cheeks gently with your thumbs. “I hate to see you like this. If you want to talk about it, share your burden with me, you know I’m here for you.”

“Thank you,” Din sighed, breaking eye contact and looking down at the cot below you. “I’ve never told you what happened to them, I mean, my parents… have I?” Din asked, his brown eyes remaining firmly fixed towards the blankets.

“No, you haven’t,” You shook your head, “But you don’t have to tell me if it will upset you more.”

“I think… it would be good for me to share things with you. I mean, I thought for so long that they were the only family I would ever have,” Din admitted, brown eyes now looking at you once more. “Until I found you,” Din added, a small smile pulling at the corners of his plush lips.

You were floored by the beautiful sentiment. Sometimes, glimpses of the closed-off, emotionally unavailable bounty hunter that Din had once been came through. Despite how much Din had grown as a person since you had gotten to know him, you knew there was somewhat of a dark past there that he was still doing his best to overcome. The loss of his parents at an early age undoubtedly was a part of that past, and you were honoured that he trusted you enough to confide in you about what had happened to them. You both shifted so that you were sitting facing each other and you reached out to hold Din’s large, warm hands in your hands as they rested in his lap, you wanted him to know that you were with him.

“I was born on a planet called Aq Vetina. I had a happy childhood, my parents absolutely adored me. I never doubted for one single second their love for me. And they adored each other,” Din shut his eyes and inhaled deeply. You could see how much pain it was causing him to cast his mind back there. You looked at him encouragingly, squeezed his hand and with your reassuring touch, Din continued: “It was like any other day. I think I was running around the town centre with my friends, playing happily like a child when we heard it. This terrible noise was unlike anything I had ever heard before. It was the sound of them approaching... the Separatists. My friends... we panicked and scattered. I sprinted back in the direction of my home, but my parents had already heard the commotion. Somehow, I found them in the chaos, and my father picked me up. When I found them, I thought I was safe, but we weren't out of the woods yet. My father was carrying me, my mother was running alongside and we were heading for shelter away from the destruction but…”

Din was too upset to continue. You wanted to reassure him that he did not have to relive it if it was too painful for him: “Din, you don’t have to–”

“No, please,” Din said, exhaling shakily. “I want to tell you. I think… Talking helps, it’s important for me that I talk about them. So that I never forget them.”

“Okay, Din,” You nodded, trusting he could handle it.

“We tried to make it somewhere to hide, but it was too late. The droids were right there, obliterating everything in their path. Up ahead, there was a building that we probably could have taken shelter in, but it was risky, there were more droids up ahead. So my parents… they found somewhere small enough where I could hide and be safe. They hugged me, then opened the doors and put me down below, in a cellar. The doors closed and that was the last time I ever saw them. The next time the doors opened there was a Battle Droid there and I thought…” Din stopped, shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath, “I thought I was dead.”

“But you’re not Din, you lived, you survived,” You reminded him.

“I know. All thanks to them. My parents... they paid dearly to keep me safe. In my dreams, the door opens and the droid is there to shoot me, except the reality where the Mandalorians arrived at that moment, shot the droid and saved me does not happen.” Din said shakily, his voice cracking. “In my dream, no one comes. The droid is there and it… it…” Din whimpered.

“I know, Din,” You held his cheek in your hand, wiping the tears that fell as he cried softly, “I know, you don’t have to finish that off.”

“I just feel so guilty sometimes, why did I survive?” Din said, between sobs. “Out of everyone on that planet, why me? My parents, they should have had long and happy lives together, grown old and watched me grow up. But instead, they were wiped out along with everyone on Aq Vetina. Yet, I survived.”

“Oh, Din,” You breathed, “I cannot even imagine how traumatic that burden must have been for you to carry. You were so young, too. It's no wonder that it still haunts you all these years later. But you have nothing to feel guilty about. Your parents, they wanted you to live. They made the ultimate sacrifice so you could live, they would want you to do so without guilt. To be happy. And if they could see you now, they would be so proud of the man that you are. Do you know that?”

“I just… I go between gratitude to them for the life I’ve lived since and thinking that I should have… gone with them,” Din whispered.

Hearing Din say those words floored you, the air was sucked out of your lungs. To think that he would contemplate such a thing devastated you.

“I’m sorry. It’s just when I have these dreams, these dark thoughts surface. When the droid comes, I think it might’ve been fairer if there was no Mandalorian to save me, so we all went together,” Din whispered darkly. Your hand was still cupping his jaw but he was no longer looking at you. “I just feel unworthy sometimes.”

You took a deep breath and reached out to hold his face with both hands. Din lifted his chin to look into your eyes. You exhaled and began to reassure him. “Din Djarin, you are more than worthy of every single good thing that has happened to you in your life,” You said, firmly. “You were just a little boy when it happened, Din. There was nothing you could have done. There is nothing you can do to change the past. I think it’s… it’s probably a pretty normal thing to think after such a traumatic experience, but you mustn’t believe it, Din,” You pleaded, “Okay? You lived for a reason. Look at everything you have achieved, the way you love Grogu, the enormous role you had in retaking Mandalore. And the way you love me. You deserved to live, Din, you deserve to be happy.”

“Thank you,” Din said, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. “I know you’re right.” Din opened his eyes again and looked at you. “I just wish I could see my parents one more time and thank them. I wish they could see me now. I know it’s been so many years and I probably should have gotten over it by now," Din shrugged.

“There is no timeline for getting over something like this, Din. It will be a part of you forever. But I also think what happened to you shaped the man you are. The man who I love so much," You said, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs tenderly. “You are giving Grogu all the love that you wish your parents had been able to give to you. That little boy lost his parents too, you know what that feels like. But then you came along, you gave him a life, Din. After so many years of pain, now he has a father to love and protect him. Where would he be without you?”

“I know, I love him so much,” Din admitted, his voice cracking at the mention of his son.

“And he loves you. And I love you,” You wiped the tears that trailed down Din’s cheeks with your thumbs. “We are a family, Din. You lost your parents when you were so young, but you have a family now.”

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” Din whispered.

“Well, it's a good thing I’m not going anywhere,” You smiled through the tears that had begun to fall down your own cheeks. “I’m with you forever, Din. Until our songs are written.”

“I love you,” Din whispered, bringing you close to his chest and wrapping his arms around you. “Thank you for loving me, for being my family.”

You just allowed Din to hold you, knowing from the way he nuzzled into your hair that he was getting comfort from having you in his arms. You stayed like that for a while, drawing strength and comfort from each other.

“Do you want to try to get some more rest?” You asked eventually, aware that Din had not slept very long. The Nevarrian sunrise was still hours away.

“Okay,” Din whispered, manoeuvring the two of you so that you were lying down. Your cheek ended up against his broad chest, so you could hear his beating heart and his arms wrapped around you. “Thank you, for everything, cyare.”

“You’re welcome, Din,” You replied, “I’m here for you, always. Thank you for being so open. I’m proud of you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Din sighed.

You closed your eyes, suddenly aware of how exhausted you were after such an emotional conversation. Sleep would not be far away, it seemed. But judging by the small, even breaths coming from your favourite Mandalorian, it seemed that Din had beat you to it. The soft sounds indicated that he had finally slipped into the much needed slumber that his mind and body were crying out for.

You hoped that confiding in you about the terrible nightmare he had endured and subsequent thoughts that haunted him had eased some of the burden that Din carried with him. As you turned to look at him, pride swelled in your chest. You were so proud that the frightened, traumatised boy from Aq Vetina who had lost everything he ever knew and everyone he ever loved that one fateful day had grown into such a kind, honourable man. You knew Din loved you and Grogu with everything he had. Despite the horrors he had endured, he had worked hard to overcome them and not let his traumatic past define him.

And along the way, he had found his own unlikely little family. A family that would receive all of the love he had stored up inside him, love that had been dormant, just waiting to be unleashed; to be given to others. Learning to love others was a process that had begun with Grogu, the special little boy softened the cold, detached Mandalorian's heart and revealed his softer side. But in meeting you, Din had discovered that his capacity for love went beyond what he ever thought possible.

You felt honoured to receive that love every single day, just as you knew that Din felt grateful for your love in return. You knew that regardless of what trials and tribulations lay ahead, Din Djarin would always have the one thing that had eluded him for so many years, but had nonetheless always deserved: his own family.

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~ it's tonight, i'm a venomous flower after taking your soul. [aemond targaryen] 18+ SMUT

the queen of the seven kingdoms in desperate need of an heir, luckily for her the king's brother is available! reader is afab with she/her pronouns & my requests are OPEN! there are no appearance indicators in this fic. [2,500 words]

i am in NO way responsible in your fanfic consumption MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: this fic contains: dubcon (to be safe), throne sex, cucking (kinda), oral sex (f receiving), knife kink, mean dom reader, sub aemond, name calling (aemond), breeding, girl on top, degradation, biting/marking kink there might be slight humiliation kink in here. this is just really filthy, porn without plot. if i missed any please lmk!

The crown sat atop of your head, your expression was one of boredom while your body sat on the Iron Throne. A thing you hated so much, it tore the family apart yet freely sat upon, taking the role your husband could not succeed at. He didn’t succeed at many things in your opinion — your womb lacked an heir you would get even if it wasn’t your husband who would provide you with such a blessing. Your husband wouldn’t know the child was not his, you were certain of that.

“You must know the reason you’re here today, Aemond, I need an heir and my husband cannot provide for me, so you will make do. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me now, would you? You are, after all, my most favourite subject?”

You had perplexed Aemond, if he were any other man he’d be on his knees within an instant. He’d do whatever you had told him to without hesitance, but he knew what would happen if anybody were to find out what you were suggesting, sitting on the throne no less. “Your husband will have me hanged, I quite value my life, your grace, even if you do not.”

“You dare say no to me.” You were growing irritated with him, you were certain he’d be on his knees begging for this opportunity. You’d seen how he looked at you with such intensity, his eye truly held his unsaid thoughts freely. “You should be on your knees, worshipping your queen, not questioning her decisions.

“And what would you have me do once I’m on my knees?”

“I could think of a few things,” you were smirking now, “Do you not wish to fuck me? I had thought you wouldn’t need convincing. Is your eye the only thing that’s missing, or are you missing… other parts?”

You were getting under his skin now, he knew you wanted to get a rise out of him, to make him act in such a way that he would lose all his morals and fuck you on the throne which had caused his family such anguish, to betray his brother in such a way.

“Why are you so concerned about my own parts? Should you not be more focused on your own husband’s? And his lack of giving you an heir?”

“We are at war, I cannot be without an heir if anything happened to your brother you know what they would do to me.” Your own desperation was seeping through your words, perhaps this was truly your last resort, that you had tried everything you possibly could to produce an heir, and it was in fact Aegon who was at fault with your lack of children. “You are my last hope Aemond, I would not ask if I didn’t believe it would work.”

“As devoted as I am to the crown, I do not intend to bed you y/n. It would bring great shame both upon my house and I. It shouldn’t be so hard to find somebody who has the same… plain features as yourself.” You were too stunned to speak, how dare he insult you. You didn’t have the typical Valyrian features, that was true, but you were considered a great beauty.

“Unlike your family, it is uncustomary to bed ones own family, and I have run out of all but one option… If you don’t do so willingly, I’ll have to find other means of… convincing you.” The blade you had always kept hidden upon your person was suddenly within your hand. You were suddenly on your feet, standing in front of the ever so stubborn Prince.

The blade had been pressed to his neck, though you had found the height difference between the both of you ridiculous, he knew you couldn’t hurt him. The king could find a new wife but you could not be pardoned for killing a member of the royal family. Despite this, you pressed the blade harder, slight droplets of blood falling to the far too sharp blade. “Get on your knees for me.”

Aemond could do nothing but comply with your demand. Hastily dropping to the floor while you had not moved the blade an inch from his neck. “I like you like this, willing to do whatever I command. And I command you fuck me with your tongue.”

You knew that it was absolutely degrading to have Aemond on his knees, that anybody could walk into the throne room at any second and see the two of you in such an abhorrent act, that everything you were working towards would be ruined, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“I’m going to sit down on that throne, and you are going to worship me as though I am a god.” Your fingers had squeezed his cheeks together, as though you were truly someone the man would be afraid of. You were under no illusion that your dominance over him could be so easily interrupted if he so wished it. “You are going to do exactly as I say, now stay there.”

You had ascended the steps to the throne, turning your back to the man, who if he so wished could leave at any moment. Yet you had not heard movement from him, you’d ensured your climb towards the throne was painfully long yet when you sat down on the throne he was still on his knees before you.

“Come to me, Princeling.” Your demand had him standing up, yet that wasn’t what you had wanted, “I want you to crawl for me, show me how desperate you are to eat my cunt.” You had never degraded a man in such a way before, yet it had sent shocks down to your core. Seeing Aemond who had never been unyielding make his way to you on all floors had you giddy with anticipation. “Such a good boy, listening to your god.”

Aemond had simply grunted, choosing not to respond to your pet names, instead he chose to seek refuge beneath your skirt which you had more than willingly raised — you had expected him to be less compliant, though you couldn’t truly complain your own pleasure came before that of anybody else’s.

Aemond had begun kissing your thighs, which you had so easily spread for him. The teasing was not something you were used to, from your left thigh moving to the right, being ever so close to your sweet spot which so desperately wanted attention. “Stop wasting my time and give me what I want.”

The anticipation of having his lips on your bud was swiftly met with Aemond taking his time sucking on the spot you needed him most. The sensation had made you moan aloud, uncaring if anybody heard the lewd noises you were making. Your focus was distracted, touching your own body in ways he could not.

With your ample bosom now exposed, your fingers playing with your hardened nipples as Aemond continued his sucking, his teeth grazing your already sensitive nub had you crying out, yet you could do nothing to stop him, too lost in your own pleasure. “Did I say you could stop?” You had asked, the feeling of irritation building within you yet weren’t prepared for Aemond’s tongue to enter you.”Oh — “ a mean had slipped its way past your lips.

“Gonna need a bit more than that if you want to please me.” While his tongue had entered you, you had lost stimulation where you needed it most. It had taken everything within you not to place his head exactly where you had wanted. The temptation hadn’t won over, but you’d had another idea.

You’d use Aemond’s own anatomy to your own benefit, the back and forth of your hips moving had allowed you to get the pleasure you graved most in an unexpected place. Your bud had found its place against his nose — grinding against him.

Your pace had continually increased, your hands finding his hair for your own pleasure and tugging on it as if it would help you ride his face faster. It was as though you had been untouched for months. It was as if Aemond was only there for your pleasure, not that you would ever think of giving him the same courtesy.

Your peak didn’t take long to achieve, curses were spilling from your lips as though they were a prayer and finally you had come, and you did so hard. Your breathing was erratic while your legs shook, though he clearly wasn’t done with you, continuing to fuck your cunt with his tongue, you had almost wanted to pull away.

You had noticed Aemond's movements as you had come down from your own pleasure, never once had you told him he could touch himself, "Are you fucking your own hand? You should be focused on my pleasure, and my pleasure alone, I’m going to have to punish you, boy, and I doubt you’re prepared for it."

The position change had been imminent and happened far too fast for you to comprehend that you had pulled him up from his knees and had forced him to sit in your previous position while you had sat on top of him.

“My sweet boy, have you ever fucked a woman’s cunt before?” You were grinding on his erection, teasing him as you hovered over him, “You know you want to, imagine your queen filled with heirs, how your seed was the only one able to fill my womb.”

The need for him inside you had overcome the need to taunt and tease him. “Enter me, you fucking coward, or I am inclined to believe what they say about you is true.” He’d had enough of your taunting, he’d held his resolve for far too long, and the way you spoke to him was a way nobody else dared to. "That you don't have a cock." You whispered in his ear as you felt his very hard, very real cock enter you, the wetness had made your descent easier, though the sting still prevailed.

Aemond’s hands had found your hips, gripping them as though it would help you move, though you continued to sit, torturing him knowing you could move at any second and he couldn’t physically move you up and down. “Got nothing to say? You usually have comments.”

He had moved inside you but you had moved up slightly, “Why would have something to say? You like talking so much.” His fingertips had softly grazed the skin oh your collarbones, then the side of your breast. You weren’t expecting his hand to grip the entirety after being so soft and gentle.

“Did I say you could do that?” You had asked, your tone being that of one you’d scold a child with. “Did I say you could touch me in any way you pleased? You’re here for my pleasure, not the other way around.”

“Yet you’re the slut that wants to fuck the kings brother, should you really care what I do? How I touch you?” He was antagonising you, you knew that much but lifting yourself up and down upon him had him shutting up as soon as he spoke.

“I like you better when you didn’t talk, when you were complacent and didn’t talk back, should we go back to that? I can have you on your knees again.” As if having enough of your behaviour, Aemond had rolled his eyes while you continued to bounce on him.

You hadn’t spoken while you rode him, maintaining eye contact with him despite the eyepatch, he truly did not intimidate you.

You knew Aemond was close to his own release, as were you, with your own fingers creating circular motions while your bud throbbed while Aemond had continued squeezing your breast.

“How many men have you fucked to have an heir? How would the kingdom react, knowing their queen is a slut?” Aemond had asked, while you increased your pace, bouncing up and down as if your life depended on it, “How many would you fuck just to have this feeling?”

“You’re the only slut here, eating my cunt, fucking me, is there anything you won’t do for your queen?” You know your peak is coming, yet you want to savour the feeling, "You belong to me now, if you touch anybody else I'll know." You had started sucking on the skin of his neck, continuing your excruciatingly slow pace. The sounds Aemond was making had riled you up, yet you maintained your pace as steadily as you could.

The intensity had clouded your entire being, you were spasming, holding onto him tightly, perhaps even wanting him to feel the same pleasure you were or perhaps to finally give you what you craved so badly. "Fill me heirs, be my breeding bitch, make sure your seed impregnates me."

That was all it took for Aemond to finish inside you while you had bit into him, breaking the skin and drawing blood from his skin. If he had wanted to do this with you, he had to face the consequences of his actions.

You were beyond fucked now, your second orgasm had done a number on you and you had all but collapsed on Aemonds lap, his cock still inside you, not prepared to lose the feeling of your cunt spasming. "Didn't think something like this could get me off so much." You giggled.

"As much as I enjoy seeing you in a crown, I would like mine back." Aemond's hands hadn't left your hips, and you could tell by his tone alone he was teasing you.

"Did you enjoy our little adventure? I think I may have overdone it slightly, but who knew I could get you so riled up?" You hadn't comprehended the cuts on your knees left from the cursed throne.

"I enjoyed it very much, my love, not the idea of you fucking Aegon, but the rest was rather enjoyable." Aemond was just as — if not, more spent than you were. In his tired haze, he had left kisses upon your shoulder, as if to soothe you from climbing down from such a high peak.

"When I had said I want your heirs I had meant it, I doubt I'll be drinking moontea tonight or any time in the near future." You were delirious, Aemond had thought, spouting nonsense. "Do you think Aegon will mind we used the throne in such debauched acts?"

"It is Aegon, I doubt he hasn't done it himself. Unlike his whores, I actually care what state you leave in." You knew he was referring to your now cut up dress and overall appearance, yet you couldn't bring yourself to care. Instead, you continued basking in the closeness of your two bodies together. If anything, you were happy you married Aemond despite your short period of a fuck session on the throne, you would not choose to sit there again.

this was an elaborate roleplay scenario between aemond and reader i played y'all lmao. as always, thank you for reading! i really appreciate it. i really enjoy writing for aemond so if y'all have any requests send them my way. also this is by far the filthiest thing i've ever written and sub!aemond was interesting to tackle. crossposted on ao3 under the name hedonism!

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chewingbatmanlikeasqueakytoy · 16 days

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Okay this is actually a partial reply to another post

but my reply got so long i think tumblr literally cant cope LMAO so (context the Amity park perception filter thread with @kaidatheghostdragon which i will edit a link into after posting (X) Edit: the context link is now attached)

Honestly they might not CRASH crash the economy but I honestly think they could do some serious damage. At the very least if Amity is going to start essentially printing USD with these cards to get infrastructure and the like set up the inflation within the town is going to go crazy and they might just need a new currency. I think it's also determined by how LARGE you consider Amity to be. As I've always seen it described as a small town I've always envisioned it to have a population of around 10,000 people. AS IT TURNS OUT the wiki describes it as 'Amity Park is depicted as a moderately large urban city, reminiscent of Chicago, San Francisco, and/or Philadelphia' WHICH IS WAY LARGER THAN I IMAGINED. I don't know SHIT about American cities or their layouts apart from the fact that Everything Is Squares and also apparently the junctions are death(? Apparently America doesn't have roundabouts??? Bro??? I don't know if that was a Simpsons gag but I think about it maybe half as often as I use roundabouts), BUT the point is that google says those cities are somewhere around 800,000 to 2.6 million.

Honestly I think those are weird numbers because those are enough of a range to not be at all considered the same size imo but we'll take Philadelphia as our base bc that's the one in the middle at 1.5 million. In "Amity Park's" population statistics (X) if you take everyone from 20-44 (we're pretending people under 20 can't get one bc apparently 13 year olds can get them with special permissions and that fills me with a special kind of anguish to have learned) but if you take everyone from 20-44 that population totals something like 613,028.

We'll give an error margin of 10% to account for people who are auto disqualified for whatever reason and between that error margin and the people I'm ignoring I think it's realistic to assume you could get 551,726 people credit cards. Unlimited ones? maybe not. But look me in the eyes and tell me if Sam Manson was told 'We can fix the public infrastructure that's damaging the environment and cause serious damage to predatory lending companies' She would not use her families wealth to be backing people as some kind of collateral/co-signer to get OBSCENLEY high credit cards SO FAST. That's to say nothing of if Tucker and the Other Nerds decide it's actually completely fine for them to hack into these companies and auto approve all these credit cards. Like the towns in dire straights so why not? It's unfortunately a pretty human tendency to see the people you care about in trouble and decide you're willing to throw literally anyone and everyone under the bus so I can see him/them doing it.

So. 551,726 people, with theoretically unlimited money to spend. CONSERVATIVELY if they racked up $500,000 USD on each card, the amount of money spent by Amity would end up being $275,863,000,000 or $275.8 BILLION Now the GDP of the USA is $25.44 Trillion, which looks like $25,440,000,000,000 so it's not a LOT in the grand scheme of things but it is just over 1%, I'm not going to pretend I know what that does economically to the entire USA but consider that Beer sales in the USA accounted for $106 billion in 2022, and that amity would potentially be generating nearly three times that. (X) I have just gone on a fucking TANGENT about the economy in this silly fun times thread of ours so I apologise I will try and sum up very quickly why I think they could spend so much so quickly. Philadelphia has a total of 37 hospitals. They built a new one sometime around 2021 to the tune of $1.6 billion (X) If Amity built a new hospital for liminality care and a few new ones Just Because They Realised They Can, say they build ten new hospitals, which is a VERY LARGE amount of new hospitals to build on workforce Alone, but they probably have tireless ghost workers who are probably obsessed with construction and regular living workers who want to be paid in the times before everyone had acclimated to the ghosts properly. Split among 551,726 people that's actually a fairly reasonable $28,999.90, which, hilariously, is actually just in and around the average limit to credit cards. So they wouldn't even need Sam or Tucker to mess with credit cards yet (X) Averages typically suck as a way of measuring stuff but this isn't a Real Life Government Project so I'm willing to call that acceptable. So if it's only $30k for ten hospitals why the hell am I citing a fat $500k each? Luxury Shit. A few luxury cars and some big name watches and you've blown through that $500k no problem. That's to say nothing of all the REST of the infrastructure that needs fixing - the roads, the schools, the libraries, the replacement materials for the transport system - hell building the APDC is going to probably be another billion dollar project if they want two portals large enough to get what is probably multilane traffic through in regards to transport. Sure the cars won't be useful for long maybe but that's just one example. Jewellery, coats - hell designer shoes and collector nonsense can go for STUPID amounts and as people who are desperate to outpace their neighbours in Cool Stuff They Own realise that their neighbours are capable of getting all the same crap they are? people are either going to stop caring or they're going to start buying some Really Obscure Shit. For the others who just wanted to buy pretty things? There's literally no reason to stop. Amity might have to limit the amount of crap people can get shipped in per week/impose serious shipping tariffs just to make sure the new FTL supply chain doesn't collapse because people are determined to get their new Cashmere and Mohair coats with Gold Embroidery or what the hell ever on next day delivery. Honestly in this scenario the cards over time thing probably doesn't matter because I'm pretty sure the Amity expenditure would DESTROY the lending company, which might then actually be the thing to get Amity rediscovered or maybe they space all these buildings out over time so they keep living the sweet life.

#dpxdc #danny phantom #collaborative worldbuilding #i cannot remember if i gave this au a name lmao

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kalembappe · 1 year

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cry baby| e.h. 9

Part 2 is out!

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"You ruined it!" Your eyes looked big. Like how your head was. He thought about how much funnier it made you look, it looked like it would inflate and grow twice as bigger every second he ticked you off. She looks stupid

The young boy then stared at the ball that was set atop your creation. Or what remained of it.

"You should be happy that wasn't your head," The boy replies dismissively.

There was an audible silence in the air before you replied, "You won't even say sorry?" The pitch in your voice raised, turning higher with your fit of rage, eyes following the boy picking up the football. He smiles to himself while wiping the sand from it before flicking off a singular seashell with a huff. You watched, feeling a tremble on your bottom lip.

"It's just a tower, not big deal." He says, looking up from the ball in his hands with an unamused expression. Despite his broken English he manages to elicit so much anguish and rage in you. It was a small, stupid argument. You were a small stupid child.

Cry baby your mother would say. You should stop crying all the time about the littlest things. But you hate how you are when you get mad. You feel no relief from it. You can't shout loud enough to break your voice or punch something strong enough to make it disappear. So you cry because something comes out of it without you having to be violent. You try to bite back that wobble on your lip, but ultimately fail as you feel your eyes begin to water.

The boy's eyes went from slits to a wider version of his normal ones, "Why are you crying? " He heard a hiccup escape from you and a piece of his heart fell. "It's a CASTLE YOU SASQUATCH." You yelled with glossy eyes, the boy's widened with his head recoiling back. He didn't know what that word meant but he knew he should be offended.

"SASS-KWAT?!" In your fit of rage you missed the confusion in his also enraged tone. He squinted at the sun burning his eyes, it's a funny sight from afar. Two sunburnt kids arguing and yelling (despite it clearly being one sided, he's sure his memory never betrayed him).

"Haaland!" A familiar voice that made both your heads turn shot from afar. Jean, your brother walked down lazily, his feet leaving prints on the wet sand as he got closer. "How long does it take to grab a ball?"

"This child kept me here." He spat, forgetting that he was only 3 years older.

"What? Oh you met my sister." Jean turned to his friend, hands grabbing the soccer ball from Erling's distinctly bigger ones.

He must drink a lot of milk

Jean turned back to you after giving Erling your name, "C'est mon ami, il joue au foot aussi!"

You pull yourself up from the ground in you're sandy flip flops and wet hair. Your tears were suddenly the last thing on both your minds.

"Your name is Holland?" Erling couldn't have looked more confused. "You look like you ate the whole of Holland." You remarked, a smirk building on your face. Erling's jaw slacked, taken aback once again. You had a lot of insults for a six year-old. Just as he was about to throw a profanity at you, he heard who you assume is his mother, call him from a distance. She wasn't far, you could see her bright grin and her big sun hat from where you stood. Their family visits Nice every summer where they have a home, your brother said. You couldn't be less ecstatic about the news. But you smiled looking forward to most likely never having to interact with that brat any time soon. Sighing, you pick up the shell he flicked off from your sand castle, looking down at it in reminiscence. Jean walked over to you, seeing your melancholic expression. "Aww… Vous vous disputiez à cause de votre tourelle?"

You hid the shell behind in your fist, cheeks heating up. "IT'S A CASTLE." * Puberty has not been kind to you. Your skin was as sunburnt as it always gets, but your hormones aren't helping when you feel pimples appearing under your chin or your forehead. You're already moody self had just gotten more moody and to make matters worse, you got your first period on a beach. You sat in the restroom, head in your hands and stomach hunched on a toilet seat. You didn't know what to do. Your mom's not here to help you, you can't call Jean because he probably knows jack shit about monthlies or whatever this is, even if you're not sure.

"Hello?? I need to piss." OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod

You cursed anyone and everything. Surely, you didn't upset anyone (God) for this to happen. "Fuck off, I'm busy." You yelled, trying to keep your voice together as you started to feel dread wash over you. "Where do you think I should go?"

"There's an ocean outside. Find someone who got stung by a—fuck —sea urchin?" You hugged your stomach, silently groaning and trying to find relief while shifting positions on the toilet seat.

"Did you eat a lasagna?"

"What? No."

"Then I am lost." "This is none of your business, argh." You mask the groan as one of irritation for Erling, but it was remarked towards the ache in your stomach. Your hands found their way to your hair, clawing at it and pulling the front behind. Your breathing starts to feel uneven and your vision goes blurry. You hated this. You feel humiliated and disgusting. There was this boy you saw washing his sandals on a hose and he looked cute and you bought this black two piece because you thought you'd look good and you do but now you had your period and it ruined everything and don't know anything about it and you're already fourteen and why did Eve have to bite that fucking apple that made God so pressed- You heard a soft knock on the door.

"WHAT?!"

A sigh could be heard from behind the door. "Do you...want me to call my mom?" He heard the lock click from the door, eyes peering down at you. Your nose was as red as your eyes, you looked sick. He wanted to ask if you were okay, which you obviously weren't so he decided against it. But he mostly decided not to because he didn't really care, this was just a stomach bug probably but he couldn't shake that feeling that tugged in his chest.

The first time he felt it was that day on the beach he knocked your castle down. That face you made like you were about to burst like a dam and that pout you had on your lips made him uneasy. It's the same face you have on now only you didn't have that bad short haircut or that mean look on your face anymore. Your face grew softer and your lashes batted at anyone who looked into your eyes. He almost curses himself for thinking that of you. What he's trying to say, is that you grew into yourself. That's it.

He's quick to store the thought away in the back of his head. He needs to lock it in a box and throw the key in the ocean. At the end of the day, you are a loud, whiney, nosey, brat and despite your face turning less stupid with time, your intellect did not.

"Stop crying, you look stupid."

"Stop standing there and call your mom." Erling huffed as he turned around, you could see how his head bobbed as he mocked you. You didn't have enough energy to muster up another insult anyway, instead you rolled your eyes in silence.

You silently shut the door and walk towards the sink, looking up at the mirror you find that you were smiling to yourself.

* "So can you pick me up? Please?" Your knee was jittering, and your chest heaved. The rain made it hard for you to leave so you sat in a cafe, your phone pressed against your ear, a finger deafening your left so you could hear properly on the other, asking your brother to get you out of there as soon as possible.

"Ange, I cannot do that, it's Mariella's last day here and I promised to take her out. I'm so sorry. Can you wait till five?" Your stomach sank. Cursing at yourself, you bump your head back on the wall of the booth you sat in. You completely forgot about Jean's girlfriend. He met her two summers ago. A nice lady, one from Italy. She cooks well and she's got a sense of humor. She's beautiful too. Maybe that's what you need to be so your date doesn't stand you up. To be perfect.

At this point your thought process was to burn every man you see on the stake and run away. It was embarrassing to get stood up but even worse that you have to call your brother to pick you up. Jean heard the deep sigh you let out, feeling nothing but pity in his stomach. At this point he even told his girlfriend what happened and the sound of her insisting that they both pick you up made it worse for you. It had gone silent from his side but that's when the waiter came to their table for their order and his eyes breezed over a photo of a lasagna. --

You counted the raindrops that fell on the window, looking out with your both hands curled into each other, sweaty and jittery. You used every distraction at your disposal. It's been almost a year since you last saw him. He spent his time with his dad last summer and you haven't spoken since. It was weird not having dinner with his family and having to be forced to socialize only for it to turn into a debate that makes you feel sour towards the end of night. But it was even more weird not having anything to argue about now since you both don't talk much outside of the bickering and glaring. You both itch to fill the silence but only know to communicate in a limited way, but you're both quiet, thinking of another way to spark anything without having to create a dumb argument to just talk. So you both sat with the silence filling the space between you. The air felt thick but you weren't obligated to telling anything to Erling about your life. Just like he didn't tell you he was leaving. You wouldn't say you were mad, you just expected at least something.

You were his friend, right? That sounds weird. What didn't help the tension was that you could feel him staring at the back of your head. Your hands held together tighter, a beat of silence passed. "We're friends right?" "What's his name?"

You both cut yourselves off, maybe you both had something to say. "what?" You muttered, a faint line appearing between your brows, finally gaining the courage to look at him.

"What do you mean ‘what’? " It was his turn to be confused, he shifted in the car seat, the leather squeaked while his eyes kept on the road. But that doesn't tell you why his grip on the wheel tightened.

"Never mind, it was a stupid question." You felt colder, the hair on your arms rose. You tucked your arms to your chest when the traffic lights turned red. Erling's eyes found the side of your face, he felt that pull on his chest. His head turned back towards the road and cleared his throat. "Crying again?"

"I'm not in the mood for this."

"You're never in a good mood."

"What does that mean?"

"That means you're always mad around me."

You look back at him who's still looking at the road. His jaw was fixed, and his hair was wet from a shower. "I'm sorry." You whisper, trying to keep your voice steady.

"It's just a boy. They're all immature." You wiped your nose,

"And What about you?"

"I'm the best so that doesn't apply."

"The best at losing your swimming trunks after diving?"

"I was a small kid."

"You were thirteen!" he looked back at you with a scrunched face, "And 5'7." You added.

"At least I hit my growth spurt, flatty."

"Oh, I'm flat? Did you miss the mirror on your way out the shower?"

"I don't show my goods to just anyone." Then something unexpected happened, you snort. The snort bubbled into a giggle and then to a laugh in a span of 5 seconds. Most of your laughs towards him were either sarcastic or mocking but this one threw him off. It threw him off so badly that he accidentally pressed the car honk, scaring the person who walked by in front of you. Both of you jolted then end up laughing harder. Out of amusement (but mostly embarrassment) Erling laughed with you. He hasn't heard anything like it. He stared at how your eyes looked brighter. He couldn't look away, watching from how your hair fell on your face to when you pushed it back. He was sure 5 years ago that he said you laughed like a horse (or maybe even looked like one if he was feeling creative). He tried to ignore that now it started to sound like bells. *

You hated family dinners. You didn't know anyone here and Jean was preoccupied with attending to Mariella. You watch them from where you sat, feeling a sense of longing and loneliness. You wondered what Erling would be doing right now. He's in Spain with his dad. It's been a couple months since you've seen him. His mother and sister decided to spend Christmas here, something about how there wouldn't be snow this year but the pissing down rain back home.

The restaurant wasn't loud but it wasn't quiet. You could hear the bustling of the staff members faintly, the light chatter of people not too far from your table, and of course the ladies chatting.

"So how's Erling doing? He's getting really serious with his soccer, I hear."

Maybe he's playing soccer with his friends, People he probably prefers over you. You stiffen when you realize that you hate that you hate the thought.

What are you doing?

Maybe it was boredom or there was someone gassing the air that night.

"He's been talking about this girl, actually." You hear your aunt and your dad react, probing questions and ensuing the conversation.

"Oh and she's really pretty." His sister adds, a mischievous glint in her eye appeared as she nudged her mother.

You grabbed the glass of wine that was placed a little farther to your left, it was already half empty but you're drinking it all anyways when your dad turned around. You bring your lips to the oversized goblet, gulping down the red liquid. This action however, was not missed by your brother.

"Allez-y doucement avec le vin." Jean says behind your right ear. You choke, coughing excessively. The whisper catches you off guard. You immediately flush, your whole face turning warm, hearing chuckles from the ladies and some people outside your table turning their heads at your direction.

"Êtes-vous bien?" Your aunt's patting your back. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand, clearing your throat and nodding, unable to say anything, wanting nothing more than to be swallowed by your chair.

After everyone settled down everything turned back to normal, except for you. In silence, your stomach twisted. As everything around you moved, you stilled.

What were you even thinking earlier? Or even worse, all this time? Feeding into your delusions again. You haven't seen him in a while and It's not like you even like him as a person. You don't know how you feel. No, you do know. You hate him. You always did, always will. You're convinced. At the end of the day, it's just a boy.

Your throat closed up but you swallowed back.

They're all immature anyway. *

You stood by the bleachers, cursing at the cold with your left foot tapping on the ground while you hugged yourself. Your dad was late, Jean said he'd pick him up. So you stood there in a loud, cold, and big arena. You were nervous. Why would you be nervous? You tucked your hand tighter under your arms, if you could dig a hole in your chest to stay warm for a few minutes, you would. This weather wasn't helping at all. How could players play in shorts and move without their muscled stiffening? That you will never understand. You cut yourself on your silent rambling. You knew why you were doing it the second you caught yourself saying more in your head than you normally do. You needed a distraction. Like instinct, your eyes scanned the field, it's hard not to miss him. The second you say that to yourself, you find him already staring at you. You look away immediately. He stood there with a black windbreaker and his hands were in its pockets. His hair was a bit longer than last time, a little over the brow but he− it looked good. You curse at yourself again. You always do when he's mentioned.

That fucking giraffe

You sat yourself down, ignoring the fact that he probably could still see you. You'd pull out your phone but your hands were too cold to move. After a short minute, your eyes slowly trail back to where you last saw him, and he's no longer there. You ignore the small flicker of disappointment you feel.

He's nervous. First game jitters, his dad likes to call them. His knee wouldn't quit jumping up and down in the locker room, he kept rubbing his hands together to warm them. Yes, it was cold but the air on the field is different from anywhere he's been. He walked in there, heart pumping and all smiles. He was ready.

What he wasn't ready for, was seeing you by the bleachers, with his parents no doubt but for now you stood between empty seats. You sported a jersey that was too big on you, arms crossed over you from where you stood. You always do that. Your cheeks were red and you looked like you were looking for someone. You're still an idiot, he thought to himself. You always get cold fast but you're wearing a shirt (hopefully pants too) and nothing else.

He felt his heart beat faster, Just nervous, he tells himself. But this time he wasn't sure of what.

Your eyes finally found him, your mouth opened but closed immediately. You turned around so fast that he nearly missed it with how he blinked.

He took note of how you sat down, trying to disappear from the crowd.

You really are dumb.

He blinked, looking at how you were on the second row. He hasn't seen you in nearly a month. He tried his best to avoid you. But he can't. It's probably because of your nagging loud voice that replays in his head. But when it's quiet, his mind drifts to the sound of your voice, your bad singing or your dumb laugh before he feels guilty for thinking of you at all.

He was about to walk away when the last note on the national anthem played. He was benched for the first parts of the game, the seats were under from where you sat, allowing him to set his focus on his debut game. He already forgot that part for a split second. From where he stood, it started to clear. People began to sit down, and the spaces around you began filling up. He let out a long sigh as he got closer, ready to store any thoughts including his best friend's sister in the back of his head till the night ended.

But all thoughts of that crumbled when he saw someone approach you. His whole body stilled at the sight. You stood up, welcoming this person, arms out ready to take an embrace. So you brought a friend? Big Deal.

His eye twitches. This gUy grabs you by the waist and lifts you slightly.

They must be close.

A kiss on his cheeks.

Very close.

Erling didn't know what he felt. He's used to feeling mad around you. Annoyed-mad, or angry-mad, now he doesn't know what kind of mad. He wanted to punch his face. This dude was the complete opposite of him. He had a bleached buzz cut. He decided he hates men who bleach their hair and have buzz cuts. He can't believe it. Not like you owed him to spill your life right now but there’s other people you could’ve gone for. Like with a guy with good hair for one-

"SIT DOWN" He hears someone from his team yell. Some of them laughed, but he didn't have time to feel embarrassed. He walked away with a scowl on his face, brows furrowed. He was mad.

"You played like you were mad!" Jean shouted, shaking Erling's shoulders as he pulled away from a hug. He's been overwhelmed with all the praise. Some people called it one of, if not, the greatest debuts in football. 2 goals in 23 minutes. This isn't new ground for Erling though. The praise, he means. He's had his share of it his entire life but never at this rate. He was worried about today, he felt unfit from not playing for a while but all of that washed away when he heard the sea of people scream for him. At first, he was so preoccupied with what other insults he could come up with for a guy that he hasn't even met that he ended up scoring a goal in the process.

He wasn't even looking at the net, it was just him and the ball and the occasional thought of "you know what he looks like?" But when he did score, the yelling of the crowd got louder and that was the only thing that mattered from then on until he saw you there too, screaming with that potty mouth of yours when the referee called a penalty. For a second he'd forget why he was mad and almost broke his expression from how serious you looked up there.

His team was celebrating after a family dinner, he decided to drag Jean in, who could not decline and out of "kindness" he invited you and your friend. But your friend politely declined, and with a kiss on both his cheeks, he left. Erling felt his teeth clench and his jaw tick, turning around with a silent roll in his eyes as he walks toward the faint sound of music not far from where you just ate dinner, while the boys walked towards the bar, you got in your brother's car for a change of clothes you had for moments like this, not having it with the cold weather getting to you.

Erling waited outside until you came back then walked into the club, his head was above the sea of people he walked by, like a buoy in an ocean. You didn't have to push through too much, and this wasn't your first time in a club so you sort of knew what to do if you got set apart from the others. But it's not like you wanted to stay. You only did go because Jean has been suspicious of you ever since that night you had dinner for Christmas last year. If you refused to go with no valid reason, his suspicions would only grow and so would his ego, thinking he was right all along. BUT HE'S NOT. Obviously.

Jean joined Erling with the guys from the team but you didn't stay long with them, having no one to talk to and the only thing Erling had said to you that night or at least indirectly was introduce you to his teammates. You tap your brother's shoulder, shouting over the music that you'll get a drink and he seems to understand when he nods his head while talking to another person. You didn't know where some of the boys went, including Erling.

Unfortunately most of the guys that came had no girlfriends you could get acquainted with. The men seemed polite, no doubt, but you just didn't have it in you to try harder to relate in conversations with them.

So you sit by the bar with your phone, playing a word game until you see a glass place down on a coaster in front of you. The bartender smiles at you, says it was from that guy on the left booth. You could hear him, not loudly though, but you could read his lips perfectly. Instinctively, your head turns. You see someone already standing, walking towards you. This guy looked visibly older than you. He wore slacks with a belt the same amount as your salary and an open white dress shirt, his hair slicked, reeking of some strong cologne you'll have to rub off with coffee as he approached closer.

He introduced himself, giving your hand a light shake with a flash of his teeth that look brighter than they are under the colorful strobe of changing lights. From across you, Erling's smile disappeared from where he was once laughing with his friend, staring at your back as some guy with probably saggy balls shook your hand. He saw how his fingers lingered on your palm. His breathing got deeper and the alcohol in his system gave him enough courage to visibly disapprove of the sight unfolding at him. Don't you have a boyfriend? Or you're just throwing yourself around like a desperate-

"You good?" He heard from a friendly voice. With the scowl staying on his face, he downed another shot before replying, "Just something stupid."

It's 12:34 when you decide that you should call it a night. The guy that offered you a drink didn't last long, leaving as soon as you told him you had a paper due on Monday. You decided to text your brother instead of going to find him, too lazy to possibly get pressed in between people and their sweating bodies. You also remind him to congratulate Erling for you before grabbing your jacket and heading towards the exit, leaving your drink watery and untouched.

From what you expected to be an uneventful close to a night however, changes when you feel a grab on your wrist. You pause and shut your phone off, hoping that it was your brother but as soon the shadow behind you got closer and it still remained bigger, the beat of your heart began to raise.

He spun you around, pushing you against the wall of the club, his movement although slurred, firm. Your eyes widened.

We are in PUBLIC

Although there were people around they could care less about how this is happening in a club, save for the people who couldn't see because either they were vomiting in a bin or making out inside cars in the parking lot.

He points a finger in the air while trying to fix his stance, holding your shoulder for leverage. You were too nervous to speak, being the only one who hasn't drank anything between you both. You were stiff. Even if his eyes were shut, you could feel how his thumb was on your collarbone and palm rested between your neck and your shoulder. Unlike your hands, his were warm. You never had the chance to feel his hands on you, you relished in it , your knees almost giving out.

Erling peels his lids open, looking down on where his hand rested. His eyes trail from his hands to your neck and to your face. His lips parted slightly, it was if he was seeing you for the first time. He brought his hand down, brushing against your jacket. Under the yellow street light, your eyes seemed to shine and your lips looked dangerously pouty when you sucked in a breath from the cold, a cloud escaping in the air from your mouth.

He leaned in, with a different look in his eyes. He stared you down, his hands cupped your elbows as the space between you shrunk with each step he took, holding onto his forearms to stop him from falling on you. You could feel his hot breath on your cheek, shutting your eyes before he utters;

"Sidewalk rule."

Your eyes open and you immediately shove him off with a curse. You regret soon after his steps falter and you're forced to catch his weight. Your neck hurts, regretting that you had no alcohol in your system to have an excuse for "accidentally" throwing him on the road and having him run over by a moped. Maybe the sidewalk rule would have applied then.

"Oh my- Pull yourself together, Haaland." He's laughing now, finding your struggle amusing, his entire arm was over your shoulder, you grab it while trying to steady the giant. He was mumbling something you didn't understand, still snickering.

"Du ser så søt ut som sliter" he snorted, brushing your hair back when you reposition his arm on yours.

"You're a fucking 5 year old!" a stranger heard from the distance then spotted you two, longing in their eyes. *

It may have taken longer to drag him and pull him in the taxi than the drive back to your flat will take. You didn't know his address, nor did you know what the password to his phone is . So you did the inevitable and asked the driver to take you to your flat. Erling's head leaned on the window, pressed against it, mouth open while he slept. You'd take a photo of him, knowing that you likely wouldn’t see him like this again, but you’re much too occupied with the thoughts swirling in your head. You could feel yourself blush at the thought of his hands on your arms. Why was he there in the first place? He probably wanted a ride. But he knows you don’t have a car??

You shook your head, blowing a cold breath into the air. Again, DELUSIONAL. You’re nursing this thought and it’s becoming too big to leave unacknowledged. You feel Erling shift, brushing his hand on yours while turning his entire body away from the window. He groans from how heavy his head was as he feels the car swivel too far into a curve. His hand palmed his head, and laid down without a second thought. You gasp on the sudden weight on your thighs. You were frozen once again, unable to move a nerve while you stared straight ahead. His head bobbed a lot and you convince yourself it’s out of pity before reaching for him and laying your palm flat atop it forehead, then brush your fingers through his scalp. You smiled to yourself, treading it lightly, you wondered how he'd looked like if he grew his hair longer.

You come to an abrupt stop and pull your hand back as if you were burned. Erling had a blissful look on his face, unaware of anything he’d been putting you through. The taxi felt smaller and you wanted nothing more than to get out.

It was the same process dragging him into your apartment, excluding for the part where you had to slap his face lightly to wake him up, in which he overreacted . You look down at both your feet as you walk towards the path leading to the building you stayed in. You took your time, following which foot moved for Erling, too tired to shout which leg should go first knowing better than to add to the amount of struggle you should put yourself through. You feel his arm slip from your shoulder, so you grab onto his hand. Erling had been slurring about his game earlier, how he should’ve done something he didn’t during his play. You didn’t understand the terms like hat trick or save so you just hummed and agreed with everything he said, counting the steps you’re taking till you reach the elevator.

“...but you look extra pissed when that referee waved the yellow card. So did that boy you brought.”

Confusion takes over your face as you turn your head to him. He was awfully close, you backed up before his cheek brushed against yours, turning back towards the path of your flat. You’re almost there.

“What? Mathew?"

He doesn’t answer, he stays there quiet, shifting his weight to his other leg as you wait in the elevator. He no longer had his shoulder around you, instead your arm “carried” his back, just to keep him from falling backwards.

There’s a ding that reminds you to get out, relief starting to fill you as you walk towards your flat’s door before dread settles when you push it open. You stood there, not knowing what to do from here. Were you throwing him on your bed and just leaving? Where do you sleep? You could put him on the couch. Would he even fit?

Before you could think to answer a single question, Erling ran to your kitchen. You call him but he’s already opened the fridge.

His whole body folds when he inspects the contents of your chiller, normally you just duck down. He cranes his neck up to where you are, “Where’s the milk?”

With a huff, you shut the door on his face, the refrigerator light disappearing with a snap. Just as he was about to protest, you cut him off. “I’ll get the milk just…don’t touch anything.”

He rolls his eyes, droopy as they were . His cheeks looked flushed, but not as flushed as they seemed to be earlier. He must be sobering a bit. Good. You let him wander around the flat knowing you’re spent trying to keep him in one place.

After getting the glass of milk from the microwave, you check around where he's probably gone, switching the lights in the areas that had theirs off. You soon find him lying on your bed, hugging your pillow tightly, face pressed against the linen.

You grimace, seeing that he was sprawled out, taking most of the space. Guess you’re taking the couch. Sighing, you place down the warm milk on the bedside table beside Erling.

Just as you are about to walk out of your room, you hear Erling mutter in the silence.

“I miss you.”

Everything stopped, including you. The air grew thick, suddenly so did your tongue. You couldn’t speak and you could breathe. He’s obviously dreaming and talking. You try to stop your mind from thinking that he’s maybe— probably dreaming about her, but the thought still grazes your head. You ignore the small falter in the beat of your heart.

“It’s late Haaland, you can talk to her in the morning.”

It take him a while to say anything but he does before you're given the chance to breathe. “But I wanna talk to her now.” There’s a sting in your eyes, and you curse yourself. He’s been testing you this entire night and this is the moment you might finally break. If you were driven into your brink, you might think he was doing this on purpose.

Your hold on the doorknob grew tighter. You swallow your pride, breath getting more shallow at every thought that settles in your stomach.

And then, release.

“Then what am I supposed to do?” You yell. Turning only your head around, you see his eyes wide open in the dark, the only light coming from the city outside your window.

“Talk to me.” he replies calmly.

There’s a flicker of light in your chest you immediately blow out. Repeating to yourself; No not today. None of that.

“You’re tired, go to sleep.” “I miss you.” “Stop saying that.”

The lamp switched on, you see him now. He’s sat up mid argument, his hair’s a mess but now he’s a lot more conscious than you liked. “Then what am I supposed to do?” He echoes,

“How about you start by not mocking me.” “I’m running out of words here.”

You nearly laugh, even when he’s barely sober he’s a smart-ass. “Then think.”

There was a brief moment of silence, the air only filled with cars passing by the highway till they disappeared. It felt peaceful, for once.

“You want me to think?“ The silence was short-lived. You half expected him to throw an insult, and half expected him to tell you to leave. What you didn’t expect is that he was able to walk himself out of bed in a straight line. A line straight towards you.

“You want me to think?” He repeated again only softer, standing from a short distance from you, but it shrunk by each step he took. Slow yet distinct. A step closer with every word. “Personally, I say I think too much. I sit and think too much and watch everything happen in front of me. I think I spend too much time thinking about what I’m going to say for a conversation that hasn’t happened. I’ve been thinking for years and still have nothing good enough to say. Fuck. It’s the same thing every night and I find something wrong in what I say. I never had words for anything at the right time and the one time you’re here, and I’m letting myself say something you tell me to think?” He stood in front of you now, and you don’t know whether to meet him where he stood or to push the door open behind you so you can disappear.

You’re drunk. You’re crazy. You’re stupid. You want to tell him, even shout it to the mountains but your body stands planted to the ground as he closes the distance between you, warm and tall like the waves back home. You close your eyes, hand finding the pace of his heart, a palm to his chest to create a space you both don’t want to be there but need.

“Please. Just for now,” A breath escapes from one of you, you feel his hand cup your jaw, tilting your head up. “Don’t make me think.”

His forehead touched yours, hands beginning to sneak your waist, pulling you closer to him. You didn’t know who leaned in first, who pushed or who tugged but your lips brushed lightly and that was enough to make you melt into each other.

He leans down as you sink from the kiss, the hand on your back exploring the size of your waist. You felt yourself turn liquid in his hold, your arms wrapped around his neck, both wanting to feel closer but never feeling close enough. His hands find the back of your thighs, he squeezes it lightly and it makes you gasp, briefly pulling back from this kiss. He lets out a small laugh, his smile makes its way to your face. Erling hoists you up with ease before walking back to your bed, you don’t know how he’s able to keep you both on your feet as if he hadn’t struggled with his earlier.

His touch starts to get more aggressive as soon as he lays you down, grabbing your hips, or sliding his thumbs up your waist till he feels them brush the underside of your breasts. You breathe into his mouth, nervous and unfamiliar with the touch yet craved it as if it was always meant to be there. Your hands clutch his hair, the pull eliciting a groan from the man. The sound sends ripples down your stomach and an embarrassing heat pools down your core. You feel his head dip lower, lips mouth at your jaw, sucking and nibbling at the expanse of your throat. His hands are wandering lower, it’s everywhere but it’s not enough to satiate you. That’s when you realize that his touch was there to linger, to tease. You squirm when his nose drags between the valley of your chest. You tilt his head up with a desperate look on your face. Your lips look swollen, and your hair stuck to the sides of your neck, your shirt rode up to your ribs. He wanted to remember you this way.

“You had so much to say earlier, baby.” His tone was smug and so was his face, you’d groan out of annoyance if you weren’t trying to coax him to feel you more. “You want me to touch you?" You nod, "I am already touching you.” His palm lands flat on your stomach, thumb brushing up and down.

You blush, your eyes shift to the ceiling, too ashamed to look at his eyes.

“What do you want me to do for you? Tell me.” He’s smiling even in his tone, and you hate how quickly you fold.

“Do anything.” With your eyes shut, trying to steady your breath, you didn’t see how his eyes darkened at the words.

You’re glad you open your eyes when you feel him pry himself off you. He’s already peeling his shirt off him, and you try your hardest to stop yourself from crossing your thighs. The lamp had probably been tinkered with to work with his body. The v-line on his hips growing more inviting with each moment your stare longer. Erling helps you undress, taking his time to let his hands linger in the areas he’s yet to explore more later. His eyes oggle shamelessly, drinking you in with a thirst he only felt after getting his first taste.

His stare makes you anxious, you cross your arms over your chest, tucking it in. Erling couldn’t contain himself, his hands were everywhere once again, only hotter, on your skin. You’re flushed red, and press your lips on him to hide in shame. His fingers trace the seam of your underwear, it makes you squirm. He chuckled at how adorable you look, a desperate blushing mess, kissing your temple as he rubbed the dampening cloth between your thighs. A moan leaves your lips, and it catches you by surprise.

“Erling.... I’m not, I don't know-” Before you know it, everything stops. His hand is on your stomach and his head is off your neck, now staring at your face, a concerned look etched on his. “I haven’t…” You stammer over your words, unable to say it with a straight face. You groan, “Please don’t make me say it.”

There’s a brief moment where all is quiet, waiting till one or the other says anything to break the silence. Erling’s expression immediately shifts, turning soft as he watches you sink into the pillow. He can’t believe you’re letting him do this. Him out of everyone. “Do you wanna stop?” You shook your head.

“Just go easy on me.” A smile graces his lips, and he leans down to meet yours. Gentle and pliant. It’s more than words could say right now and it’s enough to get you to stay.

Erling pulls back the lace from under your legs, leaving a kiss on your knee before he sits back up. His hand presses your thighs against your stomach, his breath hot on your core. You didn’t expect him to act so quickly, leaving an open kiss on your clit. Erling mouths on the skin around and you nearly groan when he sucks on the center, tongue lapping again and again until your hips buckle before sinking into the duvet. Earling is groaning, drinking you up like water and he’s only been in a desert all his life. He sounds as if he was the one getting off from this, and silently he was too. He folds your legs up, hands gripping your ass, the grip drew bruises on your skin but you wanted more. Your voice breaks, a silent wail replacing it. Your body starts to feel less like yours and more like an instrument for your brother’s best friend. Just as you thought you couldn’t handle more, you feel his finger prodding at your slit. He remembers to go easy on you like you told him, so he laid your hips to rest back on the bed.

It’s either Erling’s fingers are thick or you’re very tight. He spits square on your clit, and you jolt. His thumb spreads the spit around, teasing you. Your legs are flaccid when he adds another finger inside and begins to pump it in you. Your moan died in your throat, unable to think. The split second of silence is filled with his hard breathing and the sound of your wet core squelching around him, inviting him. His pace doesn't falter, reaching areas you didn’t know you had. He could feel how much tighter you got, cock swelling at the thought of how you could suck him in. You’re more vocal, more unsteady. Your thighs are trying to close but his leg is hooked over one, holding it open. He hears you let out a moan louder than normal but sees you're hiding your face behind your arms.

“Look at me, baby.” He stops completely. Your hands pry from your face, revealing the mess he’s made. He took your wrists in his hand, holding it against your chest. He’s painfully hard in his boxers watching your breasts squeeze.

You’re fucking perfect.

He pulls his fingers out, just as you were about to protest, Erling shuts you up with a rough kiss, so close that your teeth click. Releasing your hands from his grip, they immediately crawl to his hair. His kisses turn softer from your jaw to your neck, lingering on your throat when he pulls out his cock from his boxers. The tip flushed a bright pink, rubbing against your center and collecting slick. Erling leaves your neck with a wet pop, sparing a glance at the forming bruise before keeping his eyes on you.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, he mumbled something you couldn’t hear, or couldn’t bear to listen to, focused on holding your breath as he pushed in. The stretch is unfamiliar to your body, it stings but it doesn’t hurt, you need more. He’s a little less than halfway when you feel him leave a kiss on your cheek, whispering sweet nothings to your ear. He shamefully thought of this for so long. He wanted you for so long. Thought about you for so long and now he had you, he didn’t want to let go. He pulls back slightly, before pumping back in. Slowly, he’s setting a pace.

“Erling…” The sound of you whimpering his name finds a special place in his head. Always calling him by his last name ever since you were kids. You only ever did call him by his first name when you were mocking him, usually followed by his full name. But now, you weren’t kids. You were here, under him, and he was fucking ruining you.

The bed creaks, and your short breaths turns into moans, echoing louder after every buck of his hips. You’re trying to find purchase on his arms, already on edge from a while ago. “I need…I’m close,” Unable to complete sentences just as you’re unable to form a single coherent thought.

Your body writhed under him, glistening in sweat, you were close again. He made things worse by sneaking his hand between you two to thumb your clit. He groaned when he felt you clench around him, he curses to himself. The coil that’s been pulling on your stomach finally snaps, a sob escaping your lips. You babbled nonsense, you thighs shaking and sensitive, completely fucked out but Erling was relentless, like a machine. He bites his lip, his hair falling on his face. It took everything in him to not completely break you.

Your moan would break at times and it would just be a cry and the lewd sound of skin slapping. Erling felt his climax approaching, hips gaining much faster while you cursed at his tolerance. You went limp under him, not like you weren’t for the majority of the time. He did all the work, but now he was using you like a toy, holding your hips up and getting himself off. Erling lays you lower before he pulls out, his hand on his cock quickly jerking him. You used your remaining energy to shove his hand off, replacing it with your own, both hands working on the member and the tip. He thanked whatever made him tall enough to see you from this view. With a loud moan bubbling from his throat, he came on your stomach watching the white stripe reach the soft flesh of your breasts. You lay on the duvet, breathing heavily with his soft member laying on your abdomen.

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There was the sound of a belt buckling. You woke up, feeling cold. As you sat up, you saw someone’s back facing you, they stopped moving.

“Erling?” You say above a whisper. He doesn’t turn around, he just stood still, hand on the doorknob. You ignore the feeling that loomed over you, remembering the events of last night. A blush creeps your face. “Are you leaving?” No response. “You could stay for breakfast. I don’t think you got to drink the-”

“I’m sorry about last night.”

He was fully dressed, the complete opposite of you. You clutch the sheets closer to your chest. The gray cloud over your head starts to shadow over yourself.

“What do you mean?” He stayed there, staring at the door, his body stiff but it didn’t slouch, it didn't look like he was turning around either. He couldn’t even look at you.

“I wasn’t thinking.”

#erling haaland x reader #erling haaland fanfic #erling haaland #football image #erling haaland angst

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cherryc1nnam0n · 6 months

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Coffee for your head | Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: Eddie is in his death bed... He has so much to say...

Cw: Major angst warning!! Major character death, sad topics, illness, death bed, agonizing, little smut

Writer's note: This is based off Death Bed by Powfu. I was listening to it when coming home from work, and I wanted to write it as Eddie and you

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

"I'm sorry, you don't have long enough... Maybe, 4 months"

That was the moment their lives changed

Only at age 25 Eddie Munson has been diagnosed with lung cancer, terminal, there was nothing the doctors could do to safe him

"Eddie... No..." You had whispered grabbing his hand

A lonely tear had left his eye without him noticing, he just let out an anguished breath

Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep, I don't wanna pass away

I been thinking of our future, 'cause I'll never see those days

I don't know why this has happened, but I probably deserve it

I tried to do my best, but you know that I'm not perfect

"I would recommend enjoying the last moments you have together, do the things you love, eat what you like, just, make good memories in the mean time"

The couple had gone home in silence, quiet sobs being heard from her as she held his hand during the ride home

They had moved together 3 years ago, making a small apartment their safe home, but now it had became all moody and sad

It was no lie that Eddie smoked a lot, since he was a teen, but his cancer had been too aggressive and it was taking him out really fast

"What am I gonna do without you Eddie?" You said sobbing into his chest as he held you close to him

"Live..." You cried even harder

"I can't live without you Eddie, you're my whole life"

I been praying for forgiveness, you've been praying for my health

When I leave this Earth, hoping you'll find someone else

'Cause, yeah, we still young, there's so much we haven't done

Getting married, start a family, watch your husband with his son

That night he tried to calm you down my making love to you, slow and tender, with lots of love in each move he made, his kisses filled with sorrow and pain, he knew he didn't have long to do this so he had to enjoy the moments he had you

During the days his health went downhill, he couldn't move a lot, his breathing would be different during the night, you prayed every night to whoever was out there to save him but they never seemed to answer back

Soon he had to use oxygen to breath properly, moving out of the bed was too much work as time went on

"It's almost time for me to go baby..." He had said to you one day

You had cried onto his chest, begging him not to leave you

I wish it could be me, but I won't make it out this bed

I hope I go to Heaven, so I see you once again

My life was kinda short, but I got so many blessings

Happy you were mine, it sucks that it's all ending

"I love you so much Y/n..."

"I love you too Eddie"

"You'll find someone else baby, someone who will love you so much" you shook your head

"I only want you, you're my only love"

He caressed your cheek

I'm happy that you here with me, I'm sorry if I tear up

When me and you were younger, you would always make me cheer up

Taking goofy videos and walking through the park

You would jump into my arms every time you heard a bark

"Remember that day at the fair? When you got lost and I found you near the fountain?" You nodded "I'll find you again in another life baby"

Cuddle in your sheets, sing me sound asleep

And sneak out through your kitchen at exactly 1:03

Sundays, went to church, on Mondays, watched a movie

Soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me

"You can go Eddie... Rest my love" you had finally accepted what was to come

"I love you..."

"I love you too..."

With one final smile he closed his eyes and finally left this world...

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

#eddie munson #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson smut #boyfriend eddie munson #eddie munson x chubby reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x pregnant!reader #eddie x reader #eddie x gn!reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x me #death bed #eddie smut

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hwalloween · 1 year

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Burning Memories | (seonghwa smut)

Pairing: King!Seonghwa X Queen!Reader Synopsis: Every night he woke up with guilt consuming him alive. Every night you were there to nurse him with your love. Genre: smut, angst and fluff Word Count: 2.8K Warning: SEONGHWA HAS PTSD!!!!!!! Recaps of war, battle, death, traumatic situations. crying seonghwa. unprotected sex. sorta dom reader? they take the lead cause hwa is too depressed to do so. they kinda take turns on who's dom so no specific power dinamic. creampie. marking. biting. grinding. teasing. mutual body worshiping. very passionate lovey dovey romantic smut. Tag: - A/N: i'm sorry this is sad but i also tried my best to make it a bit fluffy

The vision of the pitch black sky, a cloud of smoke blocking the rays of sun that seemed to glow red that day. Not as red as the water, hundreds of ships sinking and getting lit on fire with people inside, a battle spreading itself across the entirety of the bay. The gravel got carried away and moved around as the bodies of hundreds got pulled across the ground in an inhuman feast of violence and blood, the screams and sounds of metal going against each other terrorized anyone who was near.

The kingdom was falling apart, the near death of the Park dynasty bloomed over people's heads as they ran and tried to hide, but to no avail, only to be turned into shreds and nothing more than a founding memory to those who cared. Houses were destroyed, animals were killed and people were dead, the crimson color that once brought pride to the family now coloring the horror of the historical scene. The only thing remaining was the huge castle, slowly getting torn down and destroyed by the rivals that invaded and took control over what once was the most powerful kingdom in the entire world.

"Seonghwa!" A far, but noticeable, scream took the young king's mind out of the pitiful sight of his mourning lands, the familiar tone sending a shiver down his spine as Seonghwa's eyes frantically searched for its owner. His heart sank as he looked back into your desperate eyes.

You were stuck on the highest tower of the castle, the one that was threatening to fall as fireballs were thrown in the structure, causing earthquakes and more smoke to pile up. Hundreds of enemy soldiers surrounded the place, a horde of them swallowing the front door and invading it. It would take minutes for them to get to you and take your life, there was no way Hwa could save you in time.

"Y/N…"

"Seonghwa!" He could feel the tears falling from his face as he watched you look around, trying to find a way out and into his arms. His sword had slipped from his fingers, knees giving in as he fell onto the ground, the image of your imminent death happening right before his eyes, like a slow movie. He could do nothing as the castle got invaded, the screams and fire approaching the end of the tower, ready to consume you whole.

"Y/N… Forgive me…" His voice barely came out, a flood of tears streaming down his cheeks. His body was frozen in place, he could try, but he couldn't move or leave.

"Seonghwa!" The desper, the anguish, the dread in your voice haunted his mind, the realization that the love of his life was going to die slowly sinking in. He was known to be a stoic king, with not much expression, which was why seeing the sadness, the feeling of loss and grief hit him and make him cry was so sad. He could only sob and scream in pain, the blurriness from the tears stopping him from watching your inevitable death as you screamed his name one last time.

"Seonghwa!"

He jumped in the bed, sitting straight up, heavy breathing. A sheer layer of cold sweat glistened in his whole body as his confused and scared eyes associated what had happened before them. You still left your hand resting on his chest, worried as your husband had been screaming and crying for the past half an hour in his sleep. You gently moved your hand, softly touching his cold, yet burning hot, face, fingers grazing his skin and caressing him "Hwa? My love? What happened?"

His head finally snapped back to reality, eyes meeting yours as his breathing calmed down. The moonlight shining through the huge window accentuated the tears gathering on his eyes, his lips trembling before his whole body flew into yours, arms caging you in a tight hug. He held you as if he was scared of losing you, as if he could've never hugged you again, as if you were a miracle happening before him. You returned the hug, palms rocking up and down on his naked back as you shushed him, feeling his trembling figure start to crumble under your tender and fond touch.

It had not been too long since Seonghwa had returned from a battle. A war. The biggest and most nasty war that ever existed in history. A war that took away millions of kingdoms, that took away millions of lifes, that took away the Seonghwa you used to know. He was one of the only survivors of your kingdom, coming back from the chaos a different man. You had learned he had lost his best friends on the battlefield, he watched every single one of them die as they took their last breath in the name of the dynasty, in the name of the kingdom, in the name of Seonghwa, the king. Seonghwa had witnessed what anger and greediness did to a man, what are the consequences of the words that they, the powerful ones, had. He would never be able to take the image of his most trusted men, Hongjoong, spread on the ground, lifeless eyes and torn apart torso, the sword Hwa had gifted him right by his body.

Seonghwa had changed, and he was suffering. Countless nights he woke up crying and screaming, cursing himself and heavens for letting them go. For letting the war happen. For knowing that it could've been you if he had not won in time. God, the thought of losing you too, he cried and weeped just as the sheer idea of it. And he felt it in his dreams, always waking up in a cold sweat and pounding heart, hands gripping the sheets as his eyes poured out his feeling in hot tears across his face.

Every night, you took care of him. You nursed him back to sleep, you reminded him that the war was over, and now he was safe, in your arms, on his bed, in the castle. And tonight seemed to be no different.

"Everything is calm now, my dear. There's no need to fear…" You said quietly, one hand gently feeling his dark locks as he cried out on your shoulder, his tears wetting your nightgown, arms holding you tightly against his body as he trembled in pain "I'm here, there is no more rush to be made, the war is over" You kissed his temple, feeling as he hid his face on the crook of your neck, his inconsistent breaths and sobs making your heart ache. You would never grow tired of taking care of him, of making him sleep again, of being the one he ran to at nights. He was your king, your husband, your love, your Seonghwa.

"I-I…" His voice was weak, barely coming out from his burning throat "I-I'm…" He couldn't form proper sentences, the burning memories of death and hate imprinted on the back of his mind like a haunting ghost. He swore he could see the innocent eyes of his comrades on the mirrors, asking why he had not saved them

"You're safe, my love" You took his face between your hands, thumbs caressing his wet cheeks. His round eyes were puffy and red, the streams of tears staining his handsome features. How could he be so stunning, even when in despair? "You're in our bedroom, with me. It's been months since you came back, the threat is gone" You glued your forehead with his, letting him close his eyes as his breathing slowly came back to normal, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you close and into his lap.

"I-I thought I had lost you…" The weak tone on his timbre made your heart sink, his words barely coming out above a deep whisper "I thought… I have failed you…"

"You could never, Seonghwa" His face leaned into your gentle touches, his dark irises meeting yours as he dived into your stare. He loved looking at your eyes, getting lost into their depth as he wondered what thoughts went through your wonderful mind "I would never feel failed nor disappointed by you, dear"

His stare shifted between your lips and your eyes, quietly waiting for your consent. One hand slid to his neck, pulling his face closer and letting your mouths meet in a passionate kiss. Seonghwa was always an intense kisser, leaving you breathless without needing much work, and this time was no different, his arms pulling you even closer and letting your bodies stick to each other like glue. Your hands squeezed his tired shoulders, fingertips grazing through his honey skin as you palmed his whole torso, feeling every little scar and skin dent he had across his toned muscles. You could still feel the effect the nightmare had on him, his trembling fingers too shy to move from your thighs, resting on top of the sheer fabric of your nightgown, driving you crazy. You gently nibbled at his bottom lip with your tongue, silently pleading to dive onto him, so he could forget at least for now how terrific his dreams were, feeling as he let out a breathy moan when your tongue searched for his on the kiss. His finger pads toyed with the hem of the huge dress covering you, slowly bunching up the material so he could feel your skin better. His calloused hands kneaded with the plush flesh of your legs, eagerly traveling up so he could hold your waist and pull you down, making your bare core grind against his clothed bulge.

Your hips slowly rocked against his, feeling as he grew hard under you. You weren’t in a rush, wanting to take your time as you took care of him in one of the many ways you knew how to. You let your lips search for his skin, peppering his face and necks with feather-like kisses as you felt his body rest against the bed’s headboard, his head thrown back as breathy sighs and shallow moans left his mouth. Your hands gently caressed his arms, running all over his torso as you found your ways to his undergarments, gently toying with the fabric of the waistband before lifting yourself up slightly, pulling the piece of cloth from his legs and feeling him hiss as the cold air hit his dick.

“You’re safe here, baby” You held his face, gently caressing his cheek as you let your hips sit on top of his, your folds gliding through his hardening shaft as you rode him, the teasing making both of you moan quietly “I’ll always protect you, Seonghwa” You could feel your wetness coating his cock, his nails digging half-moon marks on your skin as he whined at the feeling and at your words, the sensation of just being loved making his skin burn hot and mind slowly ease into a better place. His eyes open briefly, staring back at you as you connect your foreheads, just soaking the feeling of being intimately close.

"I love you… so much" His voice sounded hoarse from the constant screaming, but that didn't bothered you a bit "You're my everything" He whispered into your lips, capturing your mouth in yet another intense kiss as his hands pulled your nightgown up, taking it off of your body so he could admire you properly. He took his time letting his gaze scan you over, taking in every little detail about your body, details he had known for many years, yet still couldn't get enough of it. He pulled you closer to him, your bare chest hitting his and your hips grinding back into his groin, his cock threatening to slip inside your folds at any given moment. You felt his legs shifting around, the sudden sensation of being filled up to the brim by his dick making you throw your head back in surprise, your warm walls welcoming him and instantly gripping around his length. You moaned, hiding your head in the crook of his neck as his hands roamed around your back and butt.

"You take such good care of me…" His low tone sent shivers down your spine. His voice never ceased to turn you on "I couldn't imagine a life without you, love…" He started to calmly move his hips, yours rocking against him unconsciously as the sensation of his cock filling you up and then briefly leaving you caused your head to get fuzzy. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly while he kissed your temple, tears still gathering around the corners of his eyes "Please, never give up on me"

You lifted your head up, staring back at his glimmering eyes as the coil underneath your stomach started to build up, the delicious sensation of him dragging along your clamped walls causing you to moan his name as you straightened yourself up, holding his face with your hands.

"I could never, Hwa" Your lips brushed against his, his beautiful moans fanning your skin as you took him all in inside you, slowly dragging your hips against his while feeling his cock twitch in need inside your folds. His thick shaft split you open, the sensation never failing to amuse you, and his head hit your spongy spot with ease "I-I would never leave my king" The stutter in your voice from the sudden halt of pleasure running through your body made Seonghwa's coil get tighter. The way your voice whined his title, as if he was superior than you, as if you should serve him, he could feel his mind spiraling into neediness "W-Would never betray your majesty" Your lips left a soft peck on his, a breathy moan erupting from your throat as you felt two of his slender fingers press against your sensitive bud, rubbing circles and causing the sharp stings of pleasure run through your body again. He could only watch in awe the sinful view before him, your flushed face whining as you grinding yourself against his hand and swallowing his dick with your slick pussy, body covered in goosebumps and sensitivity.

Seonghwa let his mouth travel along the lines of your neck, covering your skin with love bites and marks as he felt his high approaching like a charging truck. His tongue traveled south, directing his kisses towards your chest, feeling as your back arched when he licked a stripe across one of your sensitive nipples. You could only do so much, moaning his name as your hands tried to find balance in his shoulders, fingernails digging red marks across his skin that he would later admire in the mirror.

You could feel the knot on your core threatening to snap at any given moment, and as Hwa’s thrusts started to get sloppier and more hectic, you assumed he was close as well.

“Y-Y/N, I-I’m-” He moaned out, looking back at you with glistening doe eyes, asking for your permission to cum. It never failed to amaze you that the king, the man that had all the power of the world on his hand, always asked you, no, begged for you to cum.

“I-I know love, I’m too” You rested your forehead against his, brushing the hair strands that glued to his forehead during your love session “Cum with me, Hwa” You whispered against his lips, giving him a chaste kiss as you felt a wave of pleasure crash through your body. Your vision painted in white as your legs shook, your whole body going achieving a high end before coming down. Slowly, your breathing evened with his, the feeling of weight settling in while you opened your eyes, and you could not help but smile a bit when you saw Seonghwa again, resting against the headboard, face flushed in red and eyes closed, chest heavily rising up and down. You leaned a bit, nuzzling your nose against his cheek as a way to bring him back from his own high, giggling quietly when he opened his eyes in a startled manner. Your smile, however, took away any and every possible feeling of guilt, sadness or dread he had on his body, his own smile creeping up on his lips before kissing you, the warm fuzzy sensation of your love making his heart thump on his chest. He wouldn’t trade anything in the world for that feeling.

“Thank you…” His hoarse voice was even lower, causing him to clean his throat a bit before continuing “Thank you for… Not giving up on me…” You could sense the hurt in his tone, even if he could feel his heart was happy, you knew the wound would take time to heal, and the scars would be there forever. You held his face again, letting your foreheads yet again rest against each other before kissing him on the same intensity he always did, taking your time and allowing it to be slow and gentle, like him. You briefly stopped the kiss, mumbling quietly against his lips.

“I’ll always be here, dear. I’ll never leave your side”

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Yandere! Giorno Drabble

The lovely, beautiful, stunning, and amazing @mrsgiovanna is hosting a Giorno month for his birthday in April, and as soon as I saw those yandere prompts I just HAD to write something so here’s my contribution!!!

TW: toxic behavior/relationship

He had given you another gift.

It was too much. The way he’d look at you. The way he’d talk to you. So loving, so sickening.

As if he wasn’t responsible for the panic attacks, the endless hours of weeping, begging to be let go. It was a vicious cycle, seemingly incapable of being broken.

You often cycled between sadness and anger most days, often accompanied by helplessness. Every day was a battle to find the will to even get out of bed.

The locket sits in front of you. “Do you like it?” He asks, intent on an answer. “…it’s lovely.” You answer. It was the truth. A rose shaped locket, with delicate moonstones as the leaves surrounding it. It was beautiful, and yet you couldn’t stand to look at it. “I really don’t need it, Giorno. This is too much.” You were surprised at how fast the words came out. As if the barrier holding you back had suddenly burst. Giorno chuckles slightly, leaning forward and gently grasping your hand, as if you were made of the most delicate porcelain. “I just want you to have the loveliest things, amore.” He mumbles. He gives you a sweet smile, and raises your hand up, and places a small kiss on it.

“Would you like me to put it on?” He asks. “Umm..sure” you quietly reply. He smiles, then steps behind you, taking great care to gently sweep your hair over your shoulder. He takes his time to place the necklace around your neck, and clicks the button in place, straightening it up one last time, and smoothing out your soft hair. He pauses for a moment, taking a moment to admire it. He’s always loved your hair, and frequently insisted on styling it for you, opting to braid it most of the time, with specific flowers threaded throughout. His action causes heat to spread across your face, silently thankful he was behind you.

He never failed to make you blush, much to your annoyance. He could cause your anguish and deep bottomless pit of despair, and yet would be the only one to comfort you. He’d give you the most beautiful and unique flowers. He’d hold you in his arms on the worst nights. You hated it. You hated how good it felt. You hated how he would cause you to retreat to your room, trapping you with nothing but your emotions (most prominently your sadness and anger), and how after a few days, he’d lure you out with sweet and cooed words without fail. You hated the confusion of it all.

“Is everything all right, cara? You seem distracted.” Giorno asks, jolting you from your thoughts. He’d already sat back down in front of you. He could always tell. Know every single thing about you in that one moment. It made you feel hopeless, or like a glass statue, made to be seen through. “I just miss my family.” You said, doing your best to seem as sad as possible. He always got overwhelmed by your tears. That was the one thing you felt you had over you. He may have just about all of Italy in the palm of his hand, but you held his heart. At least, that’s what he told you. It was hard to believe, with the extreme isolation from anybody that wasn’t him, or his immediate close friends. He’s always treated you gently, almost loving. Despite this, you didn’t trust him. Physically, he can do anything to you whenever he wanted, although he vehemently swore to never ever raise a hand to you, and that promise has remained truth in your time with him. But still, his muscular and tall, imposing figure still kept that fear alive.

You heard him exhale sharply, and can see the clenching of his chin. Whether it was from your sad tone, or the mention of your family, you weren’t sure. You knew how much he didn’t like it when you brought up your past, especially your family and friends. “Amore, we’ve been through this.” The annoyance was clear in his voice and face. You could feel your blood running cold. Would this be it? The final straw? He hated repeating himself, he told you, and you’ve mentioned your family a few times. How much more of this talk would he handle? You shudder to think what he would do if you had pushed them too far. He sighs. “They have their own lives. And we have ours here together.” He says after a tense and uncomfortable silence. He sees the impact on your face, the way your shoulder crumbles in defeat. He didn’t hate your family, not truly anyways. He merely wished you would stop concerning yourself with them. It’d only cause more heartache.

“Can’t I just see them? One last time, to say goodbye. Then I won’t mention them ever again. I promise. Please.” You emphasized, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t help them, but you knew they would affect Giorno even more so. He closes his eyes and turns away, not able to stand the sight of you crying as you suspected. He hated it when you begged. It reminded him of all the other people who would come to him, begging for his assistance with whatever task. How they’d go on their knees, particularly sobbing and swearing to do whatever for him. Seeing you begging like the others made his stomach churn. You were different, you were special. The others most of the time were by no means decent. You were, and so much more. You shouldn’t have to grovel the way the others did for his attention and aid. You are so much more special than the others, and you couldn’t even realize it most of the time.

“Cara…” he starts. “You know I would give you anything and everything your heart desires. But that is too dangerous.” You shouldn’t have been surprised. Anytime you asked about your friends or family, or going outside the villa, you were always denied on the basis of the danger. Not once have you ever seen or heard of these so-called dangers he feared so greatly would come upon you. “You are my wife. I vowed to keep you safe, and I will do anything to achieve that.”

You cringed, feeling your stomach turn. You detested when he referred to you as that. You didn’t consent to this life, to this mockery of a marriage between the both of you. You remember that day. Or specifically, that night. You were dreading the idea of getting intimate with him, and could hardly eat any of the finely prepared food that was served to you that day. That night, the both of you retreated to your luxurious hotel room, Giorno had attempted, (for a lack of a better word) to consummate the marriage. He’d kissed you gently, several times, patiently waiting and seeing if you gave consent, and attempted to rouse you, slowly sliding your dress off. You couldn’t remember what happened next, everything being an emotional blur. Whether he said something, or the reality of it all came crashing down, you were then sobbing, retreating to the bathroom, and spent the rest of the night hiding. You could barely face him the next morning. After that, Giorno hadn’t tried to be any more intimate than a kiss.

“And yet, there’s been no threats. Ever.” You said, it coming out much more spiteful than intended. “That you know of.” Giorno adds. “I may not tell you much, but believe me, there is much more happening than you realize.”

Of course there was. You thought. Of course, there’s some big bad guy out there who wants to do nothing more than to hurt me.

“I don’t want you worrying about those things. You don’t need to know. You tell others I’m nothing more than a monster, when all I do is try to protect you!” He said, desperate to get you to understand his point. He had one final gambit for your understanding.

“Just today. There was an intruder in the gardens.” He quietly revealed. “He had pictures. Of you. He obviously had help and there are others…but the goal is clear. He is just the first.”

You were stunned. Is this true? Surely, it couldn’t be. As if reading your mind, he pulls a folder from the drawer of his desk. Inside, you quickly identify photos of…you. He wasn’t lying to keep you here. He wasn’t exaggerating to make you frightened of the big, bad, scary outside world. You could see the various angles of you. In the garden, mostly. Reading, looking at the flowers, or just staring off in the distance. The images of you were brief, mostly obscured by the surrounded area, as whoever took the photos did their best to remain hidden and unidentified. You could feel the fear creeping in. You really were in danger. There really was people out there who wanted to hurt you for no reason other than to hurt Giorno.

Speaking of, he immediately picks up on your change in demeanor. You couldn’t remember what happened next, only that his warmth enveloped you, keeping you upright so as to not let you fall. His cologne filled your senses, now more comforting and familiar than ever. He gently strokes your soft hair, inhaling it’s scent. The action is awkward, as if he could barely keep his own hand from shaking while attempting to comfort you. “Don’t worry;” he cooed, “I won’t let them hurt you. I swear to it”. You could feel the tension easing from your shoulders, giving into him. The tears that fell from you had buried into his clothing. Was he always this way? You wondered. Have I been so blind in my hate and despair? His presence now comforting, as opposed to irritating and overwhelming like before. Maybe he was right. Maybe he is the only one meant to take care of me…

Giorno quietly opened the bedroom door, not wanting to awaken you. He had spent the better deal of the remaining evening and night dealing with the trespasser who intended to take you from him. He couldn’t help it. Couldn’t hold back on someone who wanted nothing more than to hurt you. You, an innocent, a bystander who’s done nothing to nobody to warrant any kind of harm. The thought of others out there still watching made him enraged and sicken to his gut. He didn’t want to rest, not now, not when there’s others who know of your existence.

You roll over, mumbling slightly in your sleep. He’s spent many a night watching you sleep, often when sleep can’t and won’t find him. He watches as your chest slowly moves up and down, making sure nothing is amiss. You were almost at peace, save for the information he told you earlier, far away from his mental anguish and turmoil at this situation. It hurt him, truly, to see you so frightened and upset, but it was the only way for you to understand. You’d be frightened before, when you first arrived, fearful he’d take your body, your life from you just for the sick pleasure of it. Caging you wasn’t for the sake of keeping you to himself, but for you to be safe from his world of deception, lies, and backstabbing. One he couldn’t have you coming into at any cost necessary. It took time to build some wavering form of trust between both of you. While Giorno would’ve preferred it to happen sooner, knowing you were here and safe made him content enough.

But even now, you weren’t safe. Not in the one place he thought you could be. Not when it was the sole reason he’d brought you here. The knowledge cut deep, to his core nearly. He swore to you, to himself, and the universe he’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe and healthy. No matter what. He couldn’t help be recall the song he’d once overhear you listening too.

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds…

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