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[ewanmitchellconnoisseur]

"𝑨𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒚" (Aemond x Reader)

A/N: I want to first say. I STRUGGLE with writing dialogue in different periods. So if I make this into a fic it is going to take me so long because I will have to read other people's stories and rewatch the show so the dialogue can be somewhat realistic. Hopefully, I do well...If not. Don't tell me shit. I don't wanna hear it. // Divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: You return with your family to King's Landing to defend Lucerys against your uncle Vaemond but he is not the uncle you worry about. Your mind is filled with the man you were once betrothed to what he will say when he sees you, and how he will act. You worry about how your Uncle Aemond will treat you after all this time.

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Tw: Oral Sex (f receiving)

Word Count: 5.4k (an absolute fucking monstrosity written in a couple hours)

"Would say it's nice to be home but I scarcely recognize it." Daemon hums slightly before walking around looking at every bit of the wall in disgust. Rhaenyra turns to you and your brothers. "I trust you three will stay out of trouble while we go visit your grandsire?"

Your brothers nod their heads as you all take your turn to look over what was once your home. It feels...darker than it did when you lived here, almost abandoned. If it was not for the servants walking around you would think it was.

Rhaenyra and Daemon walk away leaving you and your brothers.

"Come on. I want to see if that hole is still in the wall in the training yard." Luke rolls his eyes at the stupid memory which makes you smile. You follow after them as they try to recall the way there.

You don't listen to their conversation as Jace points out the hole that still remains. You can barely pay attention to anything anyone is saying. Your brain has been in panic mode since the moment you were told you would be returning here.

Scared to face your previous betrothed. You feel someone's hands wrap around yours and snap you out of your thoughts.

"Are you alright?" Luke says softly and looks at you worriedly. You nod and ruffle his hair with a smile.

"Im fine. Just...feels weird being back." He doesn't let go of your hand. You notice as he looks around at all the people staring at him and Jace. It had always been like this, people often compared you to your brothers in how different you looked. How you carried Targaryen features while they resembled Harwin Strong.

Unknown to you or your brothers at the time Rhaenyra and Laenor did truly try to conceive at least one trueborn child. But in the end, it was all too uncomfortable for them. It was only on their second try did they attempt it in another way. Laenor at first stayed in the room alone getting himself just before his peak so that when Rhaenyra came in all he had to do was empty himself inside of her. That one time resulted in you. The only child related to Laenor in both blood and name.

Jace comes and pulls Luke away to watch a fight you couldn't care less about. You walked around the yard looking at the various weapons laid out. You knew that you could fight far better than most of the men here, having been trained by Daemon himself.

Bored by the dusty swords and daggers you turn to watch the fight from the other side. Your heart dropped into your ass as you see the man before you.

He was tall...you always thought he would be. His hair sadly no longer carried those curls that once coiled around your fingers as he read to you. An eyepatch sat over his eye breaking your heart as you recalled the night.

"Get off of him!" "Stop it, Jace!" "Don't hurt him!"

You clamped your eyes closed wanting to fight off the painful memory. You were weak then, unable to help. You couldn't protect him in any way that mattered.

The claps of everyone around you had you opening your eyes once more. You watched as Aemond bested Criston in a duel.

"Well done, my prince, You'll be winning tourneys in no time."

"I don't give a shit about tourneys. Nephews...have you come to train?" You see the look on Luke's face and you feel bad for him. He and Jace had spent most of their time trying to learn High Valyrian and barely picked up a sword unless forced to. Aemond had clearly spent all his time training since the accident.

"Open the gates!" Everyone turns to watch as the guards open the gates and men carrying the banners of Velaryon walk in. You walk over to your brothers and hold onto Luke's hands as Vaemond passes by staring Luke down. Vamond's expression only softens as he looks at you and he offers you a warm smile.

The same smile he had given you at Laena's funeral as he took the opportunity to call your brother's bastards in such a sad time. You hear Luke audibly gulp and you try to soothe him by running your fingers over his knuckles.

"Let's go inside." You place a hand on Jace's back to calm him down as you notice the look of anger on his face at the sight of Vaemond.

As you turn to enter the Red Keep your eyes automatically land on Aemond who now wears an expression you can't quite place. His eyes are only on you and for a moment it feels like there's only you two but Jace is quick to step in front of your view and to give Aemond a look you can't see. Whatever it is has him turning around in anger and returning to sparring with Criston.

You walk with Rhaenyra and Rhaena towards Rhaenys.

"Grandmother" Rhaena calls out and basically runs over to her. You follow behind her.

"Rhaena..." Rhaena stands before her as Rhaenys holds her hand. You step beside her and Rhaenys looks over to you. She steps forward and places a hand on your cheek. "You two have grown beautifully." She kisses both of your cheeks.

"Baela said you might be here." Your mother comes closer, each step wary. "She's done well as your ward. You've um... raised her admirably." Rhaenys doesn't look over and keeps her eyes trained on both you and Rhaena.

"You honour me, Princess." Rhaenys smiles softly at Rhaenyra.

"Might I speak to the Princess alone, girls?" Rhaena looks to your grandmother almost for permission. She nods and lets go of both of you.

"Princess." Rhaena begins to walk away. You give your grandmother another kiss on the cheek before leaving.

Rhaenyra smiles at you as you walk away to join Rhaena.

"What do you think they're talking about?" You both look back once more before heading inside.

"I have no idea." You look at your mother who steps closer to your grandmother. Rhaene takes your arm and you turn to her. "Come. Let us go find the boys."

That night it rained and the sound of thunder filled your old chambers. His face filled your memories. His voice echoed in your ears.

"Can I kiss you Aemond?" Your fingertips ran over the dip of his lips as you imagined what they would feel like on yours."You never have to ask Princess."

You touch your lips at the memory of your first kiss. The only kiss you ever got to share with him. How soft his kiss was, how gentle he was. Your lips yearned for another kiss. Your body begs for his warmth and your heart breaks. It breaks at the memory of when your betrothal was cancelled when you knew the future you both talked about would never happen.

"How many children will we have?" Your head lay in his lap as he read a book, his fingers twirling your hair as you pick the petals of a flower. "As many as you are willing to bear me, Princess." You blush brightly which only brings a smile to his face. But your brain always knows how to ruin the moment as a new thought plagues your mind."Would you be angry at me if I had a girl first?" Aemond closes his book and looks down at you. "I could never be angry at you."

You sat up in your bed to the sound of a knock at the door. Your hands roughly smooth over your head pushing your hair back as if it wipes away the memories and dreams.

How can one live like this? How can one continue on in life like this? He is in every breath you take, every time you close your eyes his face decorates the darkness that you simply wish would consume you. You are reminded of him in every waking moment of your life.

Another knock comes to your chamber doors and you know you have no choice but to start your day. You sweat at the thought of seeing him again.

Will he keep to his words? Will he not be angry with you for being gone for so long? For not sending any letters? You did not want to find out. In truth you just want to stay in your chambers all day and sleep, but for the sake of Luke you would attend the hearing.

"The crown will now hear the petitions." Otto sits on the throne as his voice echoes throughout the hall. "Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon."

Vaemond steps forward as everyone looks towards him. Everyone but Aemond. You can see him in the corner of your eye his gaze is focused on you. Never looking away, never taking a break.

You stand next to Daemon looking forward. Knowing that if you even willed your eyes to move it would land on him. And you couldn't bear to look at him.

"My Queen. My Lord Hand." Vaemond then goes on to talk about the history and the days of Old Valyria. You can't hear him, you can't hear anything once more over the beating of your heart.

"Iksis bisa iā qogror iā elekor?" [Is this a class or a hearing?] Daemon whispers to you. He notices your rigid stance and how you're taking in shallow breaths. He places a hand on your elbow and you look over to him. He gives you a look of "Are you ok?" to which you nod.

He returns back to staring Vaemond down hoping he will eventually burn holes into the side of his head and will fall dead where he stands but not everyone is that lucky. It is only then that he notices a one-eye fucker staring in his direction. He shifts his gaze and notices Aemond staring at you. Aemond can feel someone looking at him and looking towards Daemon before pressing his lips in a thin line and giving Vaemond his attention.

"As it does in my sons and daughter, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon." You are snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of your mother's voice. You look over to her. "If you cared so much about your house's blood Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful hair." Vaemond holds a look of anger towards her. "No, you only speak for yourself. and for your own ambition."

"You will have a chance to make your own petition Princess Rhaenyra." You look towards Alicent. "Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard." Next to her, you see the smirks of both Aegon and Aemond. You know they enjoy this, seeing Luke be openly called a bastard.

Why are your brothers blamed and dragged through the mud for what your mother has done? Are they not innocent in their own conceivement?

Vaemond gives Alicent a slight nod before turning towards your family.

"What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess?" He speaks to your mother in a condescending tone. "I could cut my veins and show it to you, and you still wouldn't recognize it."

Your heart twinges for your mother. You feel conflicted all the time. On one hand, your brothers are indeed not blood-related to your father. But he had accepted them as his sons publicly no doubt. What could he have done for people to recognize them as his children? On the other hand, Vaemond proves a point in matters of blood. But is it not the last names people remember?

They both ride dragons, and they learn the tongue of the dragon. They are everything Targaryen but in matters of looks and blood. But that is more than enough for people to shun them. You want to side with them with your full heart, but how can you when you understand the opposition's points?

"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the andals and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."

You look up in awe as you watch your grandsire slowly walk into the room. The only sound was the tapping of his cane against the floor. You had not seen him in so long, he looked so old and different. Hunched over and in pain.

You watch as he makes his way up to the throne and Daemon aids him. Otto moves over to stand next to Alicent and you can see the confusion and anger on his face. His plans are ruined and whatever chance he had at getting the Velaryons on their side is squandered.

"I must...admit...my confusion." Your grandsire breathes quickly as he tries to regain his strength. "I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession." You listen as he calls for your grandmother to speak.

You feel hot. This room feels hot. You pull repeatedly at the band on your wrist. A coping mechanism you developed when you felt so far away from everything. You snap the band against your wrist as you listen to your grandmother who only further pushes for Corly's wishes for Lucerys to be the next Lord of the Tides. You miss her announcing the marriage between your brothers and cousins.

You can't focus. He is still staring at you. You make the mistake of closing your eyes cause when you open them they are on him. You take in a sharp breath and stare back at him. Your heart feels as though someone is squeezing it, your chest heavy as if a dragon sits atop it. You want nothing more than to go over there but you keep your feet planted.

"That is no true Velaryon." You jump slightly looking towards your uncle as he angrily points at Luke. "and certainly no nephew of mine." Your mother tells your brothers to head to their chambers before attempting to silence Vaemond.

"You can not all be blind surely? To look upon both my grandniece and her sons and think they share the same father?" Everyone looks at you and for a moment you wish you could shrink into the walls, fade into the people behind you. "She even skips her daughter so that her son could inherit Driftmark when it belongs to my niece. She wishes to cover her tracks and erase my niece's future." You've never felt that way. You were never upset at your mother's decisions. Maybe you always assumed you'd end up with Aemond. "Gods be damned...I will not see it ended on the account of this-" Your eyes widen as you realize what he wishes to say.

You feel a heat radiate beside you and notice the body language of Daemon has changed. A hand rests on his sword as his head is cocked to the side.

"Say it." He whispers softly. Vaemond gives Daemon a smug look.

"Her sons...are BASTARDS! And she...is...a whore." Everyone gasps and you notice the heat beside you is missing. You watch as King Viserys unsheaths his dagger and calls for your uncle's tongue.

You then hear a thud and turn and see Vaemond's body hit the floor. His head was cut off at the mouth, his tongue still attached. Much happens in those moments but your eyes stay on Vaemond's body. It is only when your mother places a hand on your cheek you look away.

"Go with your grandmother. She might need comfort."

You stand next to Rhaenys, holding her hand as the silent sisters work on your uncle.

"Did you ever feel that way, little ocean?" You look over to her as her eyes are trained upon his seperated head. "As if your mother was trying to erase you?"

"No, grandmother. To be honest. I had always imagined myself living here, in the Red Keep." You looked around the room watching the sisters move slowly and carefully.

"Married to Aemond." Your quick to look back towards her she offers you a faint smile before turning to you. "Come back with me, to Driftmark. Your grandsire would love to see you and I have missed your presence." You nod, not caring to say that you should ask the permission of your mother and father.

The Grand Maester walks over and speaks. You stare at the body of your uncle once more. Is this justice? He called your mother a whore and your brother bastards...but was he wrong?

"The Stranger has visited me more times than I can count, Grand Maester." You feel her squeeze your hand. "I assure you, he cares little whether my eyes are open or closed." You watch as he leaves. "You should go, little ocean. Your grandsire wishes for you to eat with your family."

"Will you not dine with us?" You brush your fingers against her hand.

"I fear I have lost my appetite." She kisses your head. "We will take our leave on the morrow." You nod before leaving the room with a final look towards your uncle.

As you enter the dining hall your family is already there. The table already has its sides. On the right sit your mother and your family and on the left sit the Queen and hers. The separation hurts you and you wish you could do something about it. Mend it in whatever way possible. You would give your own life if it meant uniting your family.

Jacerys offers his seat so you can sit next to Baela and he moves to her other side. The switch puts you next to Aegon but you do not mind. He has never been one to bother you before, and only ever makes small jokes, which you would never admit to his face, can be funny.

"Mother?" Rhaenyra turns in her chair towards you.

"Yes, my heart?" She places a hand on your arm you smile at the name. Each one of you had one, Jace was often referred to as her love, Luke as her sweet boy, and you her heart.

"Grandmother has requested I return with her to Driftmark... I'd like to. To see grandsire, if that is all right with you." She smiles softly and brings your hand to her lips as she kisses it.

"Of course." You hear the doors open and see your grandsire being carried in. "We will talk more later. Go sit." You walk over to your chair and stand until he is placed in his spot.

As you walk over you look up and see his eyes on you once more. He stands at the head of the table watching you. You sit only when you notice everyone else does and clasp your hands together when Alicent calls for prayer. You've read about the Seven and know only as much as books taught you. You hear Alicent's prayer but you pray your own. You ask The Warrior and The Smith to give you strength, you beg for forgiveness from The Maiden for your thoughts and acknowledge The Stranger, for you both feel like outcasts in this world.

"This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins Baela and Rhaena." It is only then that you feel the weight of his gaze lift, as he looks at your brother on the other end of the table. Your grandsire calls for a toast to your brothers. He calls for another toast for Lucerys as the future Lord of the Tides.

"I also want to say. How beautifully my granddaughter has grown." You feel the eyes of everyone turn to you, and your mother smiles. Even Alicent gives you a genuine gentle smile. "Im sure by your next nameday we will have found a suitable match for your hand. Let us toast in hopes you will find someone deserving of you." Everyone raises their glass.

But it is only Aemond who does not. You watch as Aegon leans over you towards Baela.

"He does know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle. Where to put your cock and all that?"

"Let it be cousin," Baela responds clearly annoyed. Jace responds but you don't hear it whatever he says has Aegon sitting back down fully in his seat.

You stare forward as King Viserys makes a speech. You return to snapping the band against your wrist as you again feel the heat of his stare. Words are shared between the Queen and your mother before Aegon gets up and sets himself in between Baela and Jace.

"I, um I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer. But if you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask-" Jace bangs his hands on the table before standing up which leads to Aemond standing up as well ready to protect his brother if need be.

Aegon sits down quickly next to you. More speeches go on, too many speeches. You wish everyone would just shut up so we can all be done with this dinner. Either that or let us remove our masks and speak the truth. You have grown tired of this tension and fake genuineness.

You remain next to Aegon as food is brought out and Jace takes Helaena to dance. You can see the look on his face. He looks over your family with a sort of longing. Everything he has ever wanted on display in front of him.

"Would you care to dance uncle?" He looks over to you with a surprised look on his face. He puts down his cup and is about to put out his hand when someone clears their throat. You look over to the noise and see Aemond staring at the two of you.

"Not if I wish to lose my head." He picks his cup back up and returns to watching everyone. You look over to Aemond who only stares at you with no emotion.

You watch as guards walk over to your grandsire and take him away. You make a plan in your head to go visit him tonight to speak to him.

The mood is only spoiled as a pig is placed in front of Aemond. You hear the light chuckles of Luke and curse him in your head. You flinch as Aemond's hand bangs the table and he stands up picking up his cup.

"Final tribute. To the health of my nephews: Jace...Luke...and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise..." And in that pause alone you feel that separation between families grow. "...strong. Come...let us drain our cups to these three strong boys."

"I dare you say that again." You tense as Jace speaks already being able to tell where this is going.

"Why? 'Twas only a compliment." Aemond lowers his cups and walks over to Jace. "Do you not think yourself strong?" Jace punches Aemond...or...attempts to. Aemond still stands unwavering and not a drop spilt from his cup.

Aegon grabs Luke who tries to walk over to help Jace and slams his head on the table. You stand up and walk over to Aegon and pull his hair, yanking his head back. He releases Luke and only smiles up at you. You put him in the same position he had your brother in, slamming his head against the table and holding him down until guards come and step in between you two.

You remain standing at the chairs as the sides are made once more. You stand somewhat in the middle. Jace attempts to run back over to Aemond but Daemon steps in front of him.

"Go to your quarters. All of you go now." Your siblings and cousins leave but you remain still standing in your spot. You watch as Aemond and Daemon stare at each other silently. Aemond then turns to you and so does everyone else, he looks at you and then hums to himself as he walks out of the room.

"Come little rogue." Daemon puts his arm out for you. You take his arm, your mother pats your cheek and you follow him out of the room.

You sit in your mother and Daemon's chambers caring for young Aegon and Viserys along with a couple of maids.

Your mother walks in and takes a seat next to Daemon.

"I will see the boys home. Then I will return on dragonback." She holds Daemon's hand.

"Just the boys?" He asks looking over at you.

"Grandmother has asked me to return with her and Baela to Driftmark." He nods.

"Head to bed rogue." You nod and stand up walking over to your parents. You kiss your mother's cheek and place a hand on her stomach before walking past Daemon and pulling on the small ponytail in his hair softly and leaving the room.

Daemon watches as you leave with a smirk on his face and waits until the door is closed to speak.

"Did you see the way he looked at her?" Rhaenyra is taken aback by Daemon's tone. He stands up and paces.

"Who, my love?" She rubs her belly as she watches her children play.

"Aemond." He scowls. "He's been looking at her since we arrived as if he wants to take her where she stands. Which is impressive since the fucker only has one eye." he sits back down.

"They were once betrothed Daemon. Before that, they were closer than any of the kids. They spent all their free time together." She smirks at her husbands's protectiveness. It didn't take long for him to see you as one of his own daughters.

"We should discuss her future marriage. Maybe it's time we start looking for a husband for her." Rhaenyra nods.

"We will speak to her about it when she returns from Driftmark. Vaemond was right about one thing...she is being erased...I had not realized I was doing that." Daemon took her hand and placed the other on her bump.

"That fucker didn't know what he was talking about. You are a great mother to her, and she has had no complaints about her inheritance." She knows he's right.

"Nonetheless. If there is one thing I can give her is a choice. She will decide who she marries. I would feel better knowing it's a man of her own choosing."

Your handmaids leave the room once you're finished being dressed for bed. You sit in front of your vanity staring at yourself.

When had you become someone you didn't recognize? When did you begin just walking the earth instead of living on it? When had you become so...lonely.

You walk over to the balcony and step outside. Pulling your robe tighter to your body against the cold air. You close your eyes and though you aren't sure who it is you are speaking to you beg them to help you. To bring you happiness and peace.

"Mandianna" You hear him from behind you. You turn around slowly and see him standing inside your room. You slowly walk in and close the balcony doors behind you, locking them.

"...Aemond..." You move to take another step to him but he raises a hand.

"For as long as I can remember you...Not a day has gone by when I haven't thought of you." You take a deep breath as he speaks. "And now that you're here...I'm in agony." He takes a step towards you. "The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you...I can't breathe." He stops in front of you a hand on your cheek. "I'm haunted by the kiss that you should never have given me. My heart is beating, hoping that that kiss will not become a scar." He lowers his head so he hovers just above your lips. "You are in my very soul, tormenting me...what can I do? I will do anything you ask."

You stare up into his eyes and feel drawn into them. You drown in them putting up no fight. Wanting to feel that darkness that has followed you all these years surround you.

"Kiss me." And he does and it is everything you've imagined. You give him full reign and kisses you with the same intensity that a drowning man comes up for air.

When he finally pulls away he admires your bruised lips and brushes the tears from your eyes.

"Aemond...I have grieved for what we could have been...so much time has passed. And our families have only grown farther apart." He kisses the side of your cheek.

"But what is grief if not love persevering?" He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you right against him as his eyes meet yours. "I have yet to meet another soul who is fluent in my language..but you? You are fluent in me." You place your hands on his chest. "Marry me. In the tradition of our ancestors. Let my blood become yours, and yours mine." You see the hope in his eyes.

"And what of our families?" They would never accept this." You try to pull away but he holds you tight against him.

"I refuse to sacrifice the one person who sees me for who I am for a family who barely sees me for the mask I wear." He leads you towards your bed and sits you down at the edge of it before sitting before you on his knees. "You are mine. You were always meant to be mine."

His hands trail up your legs as a smirk spreads over his face.

"Aemond. We can't." He pushes up your nightgown while kissing his way up your legs.

"I will not spoil you. I will only wish for a preview of what will be mine." He pushes your dress up all the way and pulls down your small clothes. He pulls your legs over his shoulder as he lowers himself in between your thighs.

He wastes no time drinking you up. His tongue tastes whatever he can, his nose brushing against your bud softly. His tongue stiffens inside of you as he finds that place his brother had told him about. It has you lying down covering your mouth.

"Ae-Aemond..." He moans against your cunt in pleasure at your moans of his name. "Please..." you're unsure of what it is you are begging for but whatever it is you know you need it.

He brings a finger to better rub your bud as he fucks you with his tongue. He can feel you clenching and watches as you're soon arching off of the bed holding on to his hair.

The feeling is unlike anything you've experienced. A large opposite from how dark you have been feeling. You feel lighter as if pent-up energy has been released.

He gives your bud one last kiss before walking away and returning with a wet cloth. He wipes his face first before gently cleaning you. When he's done you sit up and he sits next to you pulling you into his lap.

You feel how hard he is below you and move so your legs are wrapped around his torso. You grind down on him and he looks up at you holding on to your hips. The friction against your bud only builds back up that feeling in your stomach. You kiss Aemond as he continues to guide you so you're grinding down on him. He picks up speed his mouth agape.

Without saying anything you reach and pull the eye patch off of him. Aemond stops and looks away hiding his face. You place a hand on his cheek and turn him back to you.

"Gevie." You kiss his scar gently and admire the sapphire that replaces his eye. He returns to grinding you down on him lewd thoughts fuelling his actions. His breaths become louder and you even hear a gentle moan from him.

"Fuck~" you feel him stiffen beneath you. He presses his forehead against your chest pulling you flush against him.

"I will speak to my mother and even my father. If they say no. I will come for you and only then will I fuck you and mark my name into your wet cunt so that they will have no choice but to marry us."

He kisses you again. You taste yourself on his tongue.

"You say that as if the breaking of Princess' maidenheads has not been hidden before. They could easily give me to someone who would not care."

"To that...mandianna. I tell you that idiots are highly flammable...and we ride dragons..." He kisses your exposed chest.

"I say...let them burn."

A/N: This was for the girls who dream of marrying a prince and end up falling for the misunderstood villain.

I have thought of doing another part or turning this into a mini-series at least. But for now, this is just a one-shot.

Shoutout to the Star Wars Anakin monologue that fueled me to write this anyway.

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ceo baby daddy eren.

word count: 1,635 [ 6 min read] | ✪ content warnings: pregnancy, slightly detailed mention of nsfw, writer who still thinks they’re funny, accidental pregnancy, breastfeeding

babydaddy!eren x pregnant!reader / babydaddy!eren x mom!reader / husband!eren x pregnant!reader / husband!eren x mom!reader

✭ you and eren’s journey after an accidental pregnancy.

babydaddy!eren , who is the ceo at the company of a job you just started working.

babydaddy!eren , who you just so happened to have a two (and a half?) night stand with a week before you started your position and realized who he was.

babydaddy!eren , who’s apartment you nervously stand outside of with a positive pregnancy test and a plan to negotiate and vanish.

“look, im sure you’re going to suggest i abort or adopt. i’m sorry but i’m not willing to do either, i’m fine working to support the baby myself and i’ll move to the other side of the country and be out of your hair.” you babble, really only telling him because your friends say he had the right to know. you had no expectations for a successful ceo to put his life on hold to have a baby with a stranger.

babydaddy!eren who scares you with the way he is staring directly at you, leaning against a wall opposite of you, not saying a thing for awhile.

“no. i wouldn’t ask that of you if that’s not what you’d like. i will never abandon a child of mines. im changing your title in my company to a personal assistant. moving your office closer to mines, i want to be around if you need anything.”

babydaddy!eren who always seems to be hovering around your office and demanding you get lunch with him, a way of personally ensuring your fed.

babydaddy!eren who secretly enjoys watching the swell of your stomach as time goes by. unnoticeable to anyone else at work at first. then poking out at him as he watches from your couch as you get ready to introduce him to your family unit over dinner. then having to curl around it to give you a kiss after your first official date night. then soothing it late at night after you’re stirring because baby yaeger is treating your insides like a jungle gym.

babydaddy!eren who moves you into his penthouse because he “is uncomfortable with the thought of you and his child living separately after birth“

“you’re in pain postpartum, alone with a baby and you expect me to only stop by? how do i protect my family if i’m treating them like a 9-5? you already practically live here, y/n.” you finally agree. after making him agree to a dog sometime in the future.

babydaddy!eren who buys the three of you a house, insisting it’s time to mature and the best environment for the most important woman in his life and his son.

babydaddy!eren who digs out holes in the sand so you can rest on your stomach comfortably at the beach.

babydaddy!eren who keeps tiny copies of the photos from that day in his wallet and his desk at work. not just of the bump, but of you. your smile. your beauty.

babydaddy!eren who is there to relieve any ache and pain as best he can, no matter the hour. he lifts your bump or massages you at an instant. (and give the best late night head but that’s neither here nor there)

babydaddy!eren who’s calm after you go into labor late one night, the house dimly lit by candle and moonlight.

“rennie?” he’s up after few light shakes, becoming a light sleeper after you started sleeping over consistently.

his tired eyes peak at you through unruly strands of bed head, shifting into concern after seeing the way you double over and groan out in pain.

“sweetheart? is it your water?”

you can only nod in response, clasping onto his forearm as he sits up in bed. he leans you into his chest, wiping the tears from your cheeks and quietly going over the game plan with you while instructing you to breathe.

babydaddy!eren who was absolutely amazing at directing the nurses rushing around you and maintaining the calm energy in the hospital room.

babydaddy!eren who you catch early in the morning, standing over your sons hospital cradle and just balling in awe.

“elias yeager..” he mumbles to himself, repeatedly, etching this image into his brain.

babydaddy!eren who does the same thing at home, spending hours staring at you knocked out and the tiny curly haired baby laying between the two of you in the in-bed-bassinet.

babydaddy!eren who learned how to make padsicles for you and makes sure you’re always stocked postpartum.

babydaddy!eren who sucks at swaddling but is s-tier at a quick change after a spit up.

babydaddy!eren who has to have your son within five feet at all times. babywearing, skin to skin, working with him in his lap, at his desk, in his home office. he is a sucker for physical intimacy and hated being away from his people.

you’re in the tub of your grand master bathroom, jet feature on low with your son on your chest and a speaker playing your favorite RnB playlist. this is more of a leisure bath rather than a cleaning bath, no bubbles as you don’t want any harsh chemicals on babies skin. your son starts to fuss and you offer him your breast, nursing him back into silence.

“where’s my invite?” yaeger asks from the doorframe, smiling at the two of you. you beam back at him.

“look who’s back from his meeting? hi daddy.” you say to both your son and him.

“hi mommy. hi eli bee-li.” he says, now kneeling at the side of the tub, kissing you, your son and then up to your collarbone. he stands up and begins stripping. his tie.. then his work shirt, and his pants. his boxers go with.

“hey, my eyes are up here.” you raise your gaze and find him staring directly at you already.

“oh shut it.” you say through a smirk, scooting forward to allow him space to climb in behind the two of you.

you lean your head into the space between his neck and collar bone.

he soaks this up, these are the moments he lives for: his girlfriends hair running down his chest, he can feel both her and his son’s breathing, and the warmth of the water enveloping them.

babydaddy!eren who gives a speech thanking you for all you given him at your sons small, intimate first birthday.

babydaddy!eren who lives in bliss everyday for two years, excited to come home to his girl and baby boy.

babydaddy!eren who realizes one day how unfair to you it is that you chase after his little hyperactive son, cook for him, kiss him all over, and upkeep the house all without giving you a ring.

fiancée!eren who proposed intimately on a beach, with the help of your two nearly-three-year-old.

“so, you know what we’re here to do?”

your sons head of medium brown curls only nod at his father, smiling behind his pacifier.

“atta boy. now go hide behind the rock, mommy is coming.”

you join eren for what is supposed to be a normal, romantic beach-side dinner. a few minutes in..

“mama?” your son muffles behind a pacifier, having appeared beside you.

“elias, what are you doing here baby boy?” you softly take out his pacifier.

“dada hav a ques’on.”

as you pick him up and place him on your lap, you shoot eren a confused look.

things are starting to click as eren walks over to your side of the table, kneeling infront of the two of you as your son hands him a black box. (that you somehow didn’t notice despite elias forgetting to hold the box behind him instead of infront of him like eren instructed)

you smile the brightest you ever have, watching as eren reveals an absolutely gorgeous ring and asks,

“y/n, will you bless me with the honor of calling you my wife and marry me?”

“oh. my god. eren. yes. yes!!!”

husband!eren who probably put another little curly haired baby in you on your wedding night.

despite you being bone-tired, eren gives you the most life shattering dick he ever has. your wedding nails leave swollen, and at points bleeding, cuts down his back. he has taken you on every surface in the path from the door to your bedroom, switching from tender to ragdolling you like a fucking madman.

you limped half of the day until you walked it out the next day.

husband!eren who picks you up and twirls you in delight when you get home from your honeymoon and show him a positive pregnancy test two weeks later.

husband!eren who is happy to say “my wife and i are here for our __ week checkup.”

husband!eren who, if you thought was calm the first time, is absolutely serene. you had absolutely no worries besides where the hell the anesthesiologist was with your epidural. everything was taken care of. eren has always been like this, between his upbringing and life, eren did not feel equipped to handle a family but molded himself due to his work ethic. he worked so hard to give his family, most importantly his children a calm and stable upbringing so you’re actually the one more likely to freak out in emergency situations.

husband!eren who sits at your bedside with your son in his lap, answering all his questions about his new little sister, admiring his family and it’s new addition.

husband!eren who tells his 4 year old son and 2 month old daughter milestones of you twos relationship as bedtime stories.

husband!eren who took over the small start up you started before working for him for more income, keeping it in your name but managing it and growing it into a massive success. you carried and care for his children, making you a millionaire is the least he can do.

husband!eren who reminds you everyday how thankful he is for the family and love you’ve given him.

#aot au #aot eren #eren jaeger x black reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren x black reader #eren x you #eren #eren fluff #eren yeager #dad eren #eren aot #i won’t him #modern au

[ilyhaitanii]

up and down ft. zhongli - reuploded from lucluvr

nsfw. zhongli's always been amazing at making sure you're never unsatisfied // cw: pet play, daddy kink use of collars

“don’t act like that, baby” zhongli coos, a slight tug on your collar. his amber eyes glaze over your body, sprawled out on the bed before him. tears prick in your eyes. you blink away the blurry tears, little whimpers falling out of your lips. he leaves a soft kiss on your forehead, nose, and then lips. 

he thinks you’re the cutest thing ever! pretty bunny who’s always ready for him. zhongli sits himself against the headboard, patting his lap. you crawl over to him, thighs on either side of his. nuzzling into his neck, his fingers trace over your bare skin. he remembers every curve, bump, and mark on your skin. his thumb catches on your navel, softly feeling the geo symbol branded in your skin.

“daddy,” you pout, leaving soft kisses on his neck. zhongli’s eyes close, enjoying the feeling of your soft, plush lips on his skin. 

“yes, sweet girl?” he calls out, leaving small kisses on your shoulders. you lean back, holding his face in your hands. he tilts his head, kissing your palms--his eyes on you. 

“please help me,” you beg. your eyes get teary again as you lead his hand to cup your cunt. you grind against his hand, lips softly biting his neck. he lets out a small chuckle, his other hands palms your soft waist. his thumb rubs soft circles over your clothed cunt, eliciting small mewls from you. 

he softly pushes your body down again. he gets on his knees, parting your thighs. he lets out another soft chuckle as he notices the wet patch on your panties. zhongli’s fingers clasp onto the bands on your panties, pulling the cotton material down. he throws in a corner -- he’ll pick it up later. 

he takes in the sight of your puffy lips and clit, your slick coating all over your pussy. he notes how when you’re extremely needy, your clit peeks out of its little hood, begging to be touched. he kisses the nub as one hand grips your thigh and the other secures your hips down.

his thick fingers bully their way inside your hole, immediately finding that spongy spot in you. his fingers curl just right, the roughness of his finger tips make the sensation even more satisfying. you arch your back, wanton moans falling out your pretty lips. 

every time he moves his fingers, a small squelching noise can be heard. you feel him smiling against your clit. 

“she’s talking to me, bunny. i think she missed me a lot, huh? my poor baby, im so sorry. i’ve been so busy, honey. i didn’t have the opportunity to take care of you. it’s okay though, i’m here now princess -- don’t fret,”  

zhongli basks in the taste of your pussy. he thinks there’s nothing sweeter he’s ever had in his years of living. he can never get enough of how good you taste. 

he rolls his tongue on your clit perfectly, shivers crawling up your spine. his hand that found purchase on your thigh moves to your chest-- he tugs at the nipple, rolling it between his skilled, coarse fingers. 

your hips stutter against his mouth, gripping onto his hair.

“daddy! ‘m so close...please lemme cum!” he starts sucking on your clit harshly, and each tug on your nipple becomes rougher. he’s a soft lover, but even he loses control every now and then. 

he hears your high pitched moans, yelling out his name. your body twitches as one final thrust of his fingers brings you to your peak. he watches how your face contorts, lips turning into an ‘o’ shape. the flush on your cheeks is even more evident now, and he sees how the light reflects off your glossy skin.

he pulls his fingers out, mesmerized with the way globs of white pour out of your hole. he dives back in immediately, giving you no time to rest. however this time, his calloused fingers rubs circles on your clit, while his tongue has its turn fucking your hole. 

he can’t get enough. those fat tears that are supposed to warrant him off your body, only makes him want to stay longer. he swears to celestia he could be here for heaven. to him, this is celestia. no one could compare to his precious bunny. he praises you for not running from him, taking him like the good girl you are. 

he’s aware you’ve broken some rules while he’s been gone, but he can punish you for that later. right now the tightness in his slacks is getting very uncomfortable and the lack of stimulation is not helping. he lets you cum one final time, with a soft pinch on your clit, before he pulls away.

your chest heaves up and down as you take a good look at him. his lips, fingers, neck, fuck even his collar are stained with your slick. his hair’s disheveled from your pulling on his. there’s still some lipstick marks on his neck from when you attacked his neck. his shirt has 3 buttons undone, and his tie is pulled down too. your eyes travel to his crotch, finding the bulge sticking out. he must be in so much pain, you think. 

with no thoughts in your head besides how much zhongli must be in pain, your hands trace over his bulge. he lets out a hiss, before softly moving your hand to his belt. you quickly unbuckle it, setting it beside you. you unzip his black slacks. he kicks it to the side, before working on his shirt. he sits on his knees on the bed, your thighs either side of his. 

you tug on his collar, bringing him closer before kissing him. his lips are so soft and warm. you help him remove his shirt, as he takes off his remaining clothes and accessories. for the first time in weeks, you’ve seen him with his hair down -- it’s a breathtaking view, for sure. he notices how you’ve stopped to look at him. 

his hand cups your cheek, cooing at you before he kisses your cheeks again. you smile shyly, wrapping your arms around his neck. he pulls you onto his lap, his back flat against the headboard. you sit up on your knees, taking his leaky cock in your hands. he’s big. so big that your fingers don’t meet when wrapping around the base. you gulp at the sight of it.

his face is as pretty as his cock some might say. he’s thick and long, with prominent veins running down the sides. his tips flushed a rosy pink, precum dripping all over it. he aids you with lining yourself up, hand securely around your hip. 

you push down, trying to fit his fat tip inside. zhongli’s not a very patient man. his hand hovers over the geo symbol branded onto your navel, right on your womb. the symbol glows gold as you feel a vibration in your tummy. you close your eyes, gasping at the feeling. he’s able to control how fast he wants it. 

as you sink further onto his cock, the vibrations grow faster and stronger. he watches as your abdomen contracts as you fully take his cock. your gripping onto his shoulder, face hidden in his neck. 

there’s so much going on. you mumble his name weakly as he drags your hips up and down his cock. it’s too much. you’ve barely calmed down from your past two highs, now the vibrations combined with his cock is just too much.

“can’t do it, daddy,” you shake your head, more tears rolling down your face as you attempt to push him away-- but zhongli would never let that happen. he tugs on your collar, making you stay in place. he always says, “good girls don’t run away and if they do, they don’t get to cum,”

he’s imprinted that sentence in your head.

“do you not want to cum, princess?” he slams your down rougher-- his fingers finding purchase on your clit again. you shake your head once more, nails digging into his shoulders.

“no, no, daddy, i wanna cum j’st need a minute, please,” your brows furrow as you feel yourself coming closer again. the knot in your stomach is so tight and this feeling is different. it’s way too much, it’s too intense for your cunny. 

“you can do it, princess. your taking me so fucking well, come on, bunny. i feel you clenching, baby. you can do it,” he kisses that sensitive spot on your neck and rubs your clit even fast. you bounce on his cock like a fucking whore, unfiltered moans flowing out your mouth. you take in a deep breath right before zhongli thrusts up one last time and you’re gone. before you realize it, zhongli speaks. 

“pretty baby squirting all over me. good girl, see i knew you could do it,” his voice is strained. he’s not too far behind you. with a few more thrusts, he cums. you feel the warmth of his seed inside you. the vibrations stop, replaced by his soothing hands rubbing your hips and his lips that kiss away your tears.

you’re exhausted. you blink, trying to fight sleep, but you can’t. he notices your struggle, “don’t worry, bunny. daddy will take care of you. just sleep, my love. i gotcha,” 

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[waklman]

Chatterbox

prompt: bob helps his teacher assistant girlfriend get her mind off work.

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni. fingering, oral (f receiving), slight size kink and dumbification if you squint.

a/n: dont ask me why im releasing one-shots before i even finish chapter one, because i dont know either okay. but anyway, here is a peak at bob and honeybee :).

word count: 2.3k

college au, frat boy au

the after party masterlist.

Bob never had a problem with how chatty you could get. 

If there was one thing Bob was grateful for, it was his girlfriend's ability to fill in an awkward silence when needed. The blond was certain he could listen to you talk all day, running that pretty mouth of yours while he sat there nodding attentively. And it was just a plus that you looked so enamoring, eyes glittering in excitement and hands animatedly gesturing as you spoke. 

However, Bob did have a problem with how chatty you got about your TA tasks—especially when you were supposed to be forgetting about them for now. The end of the semester always came with a bigger pile of work, but today was a Saturday. Yet, you're still thinking about school.

For once, the rowdy frat house was empty with everyone visiting home for spring break. It was a perfect opportunity for Bob to finally get you out of the grayed out dorm room you trapped yourself in, day in and day out. So, when he made the move to invite you over, he had every intention to ease your stress, hence the dress code of comfy attire only. 

But this afternoon, it looks like Bob has to do more than just lay stomach down between the plush of your thighs, glasses set off to the side, letting you mindlessly braid his hair, and mindlessly run your mouth.

“Does he think I have no life?” Your pointed complaints are still ongoing, leaving you ignorant to the subtle movement below you. 

While your brewing anger is very much directed at Professor Simpson, it’s currently being spewed towards Bob’s ceiling fan—which can do nothing to argue back—just how you like it. If looks could kill, the mean glare you’re giving the motionless object suspended over his bed would be on living its last day. 

The remembrance of your professor’s threatening email to you about getting grades out, completely distracts you from the braid of blond hair in your hands, slowly losing its structure as your boyfriend shifts his weight under you. 

Again, you let out an annoyed breath. “Five days of my spring break to grade some last minute assignment he just—conveniently forgot to mention to me?!” 

You’re so lost in your story telling that you’re not even registering the hot breath dusting over your exposed tummy, and the gradual rise of your shirt as Bob uses his nose to drag the fabric upwards, ghosting his lips over your navel. 

Bob shakes his head against you, mildly entertained by your cluelessness. 

“Remind me to never work with the english department again,” you huff, hands now curling into fist at your sides, regretting your decision to assist with that course over the others available to you this semester. 

“‘Cause now I have over eighty research papers to check ove–” With a light pull of his teeth, Bob loosens the drawstring of your sweatpants.

The sound of the thick cord coming undone from the knot is muted compared to your tangent, but your ears catch the noise, your stomach feels it, and your mouth clamps shut immediately.

Blinking at the ceiling dumbly, you open your mouth to say his name, but it just snaps shut again. 

After a beat of silence, there’s two sets of fingers hooked into the loose band of your sweats next, giving your pants a suggestive tug. 

Bob makes sure to keep his patience at bay, wanting to soak in your flustered state, just a bit more. Because, honestly, he would’ve ripped these sweats off you long ago if you weren’t so cute—already so meek and tiny under him. 

With your eyes still refusing to meet his very own, you miss him running an intending gaze over the underside of your jaw, and making note of the bead of sweat running down your cheek. While you were the one mostly making him nervous in your relationship, it was a nice change of pace to inflict it back onto you once in a while. You were so obliging too. 

Bob lowly hums, eyes dropping to the strappy pink lace sitting on your hip bone, revealed by his slight yank of your sweats. “Honeybee..” he commands your attention. “You gonna let me see these cute little panties you got on for me?”

Bashfully, you lift your butt off the mattress, letting him pull it off your waist. Because, yes, you will let him. Though, you’re sure they’re thoroughly soaked through at this point. 

“There’s my good girl,” he sings, deep voice vibrating through his chest, pleased by your obedience.

If you weren’t very aware that his head was currently stationed between your legs, you would’ve clenched your thighs together at his raspy tone.

Finally, you suck in a nervous breath, redirecting your attention down to your boyfriend who’s starting to make his way down your legs—dragging down the thick fabric, leaving wet open mouthed kisses to the flesh of your thighs, to the side of your calves, and finally to your ankle. 

Near the foot of the bed, he sits up momentarily to tear your pants off your feet. They go flying into his open closet. “B-Bobby,” your breath shallows at his sudden forwardness. 

“What? Nothin’ to complain about anymore?” He quietly teases, a faint smirk playing on his lips, laying back between your ankles. 

“Well…I—not really. No it’s just–,” you stammer, rubbing the wet pads of your fingers together.

“That’s what I thought,” he cuts you off. 

Keeping his eyes locked onto yours, Bob makes his way back up your naked legs. All you can do is blink at him, arousal sitting heavy at your pulsating core. He almost looks unrecognizable. The baby blue eyes you’re so used to seeing are casted over in a thick, dark, cloud of lust. 

With him settled between your thighs, Bob’s eyes snap down to your slick, leaking through the flowery lace pattern in front of him. “So fuckin’ wet for me honey,” he marvels, licking a slow, flat stripe to your covered folds, with a slight pressure against you, coating his tastebuds in your arousal. The tip of his tongue flicks your bud, teasingly, as he moves off. 

“Please,” you thoughtlessly whine, heat blooming through your chest. 

Without so much of a warning, Bob roughly tears off your panties with one hand, pocketing it for himself. 

You raise your voice. “No! That was—” Again, he cuts you off.

In an instant, his front is pressed to yours, pushing you into the mattress, meeting you in a desperate, sloppy kiss. Eyes fluttering close, you return the eagerness, letting him swallow every small noise that sears through your throat. Then, a fuzz takes over your brain, eyes scrunching in pleasure as his knee nudges your exposed clit. The scratchy fabric of his plaid pants drives you on, more than you expected it to. 

You can’t help but to buck your hips, chasing the feeling. But the moment you start a steady grind against him, Bob stills you, pressing a firm hand on your hip, ripping his mouth from you at the realization that you’re starting to get yourself off.

At the loss of his knee, a small whine escapes your lips, and your glossy eyes blink open again. 

There’s a light threat resting on his tongue, but it immediately dies at the sight of you, pupils shot, underneath him.

Even with the steady hold of your lower half, you’re shaking as you struggle to remain still for him. The pinch of his eyebrows loosen, eyes dropping down to the heave of your chest under his t-shirt. But what finally does it, is the way his hand fully swallows the side of your hip. Experimentally, he stretches his fingers against you, scanning the amount of skin he covers with the move. 

Biting your lip nervously, you start to pathetically plead with him again. “I’m sorry. I–I’ll be good. I–Please. Will be so good for you.”

He knows he should’ve held out longer, but for some reason—he’s spurred on to get his hands on you again.

In a matter of seconds, he dips back down, placing bites on your sweaty neck. You’re so sure it’s punishment for trying to ride his knee, because he’s leaving them in spots he knew would be hard to hide.

The hand that was previously keeping you steady, extends down to your swollen folds, forcing a pitched whine from your throat as he toys your clit. “Oh–Ah–F-Fuck,” you moan, clamping one hand around the back of his neck, as the other scrunches the sheet below you.

Dipping his thumb down to your dripping entrance, he collects your slick, before coating your bundle of nerves with it. Then, Bob bites down harshly on your collarbone, continuing to draw tight, uniformed circles as you mewl from the precision. 

It’s almost heartless, the way his pointer and middle finger curl into you next, roughly working against your walls that instinctively tighten around him. You're glad no one's home, because you couldn’t be bothered to stifle the shaky moans and mindless string of pleas that falls from your lips, begging him for more. Because it just feels too good. But, even if some of his house-mates were present, you're not too sure if you could stay quiet.

"That good, huh?" He licks over one of the marks he's been littering across your skin.

Bob’s mouth pulls into a pleased smirk against the side of your neck, letting you chase his hand, hips snapping off the mattress as you soak him down to his wrist. With his other hand, Bob’s palm travels up your bunched up shirt, giving your left breast a quick squeeze before rolling the hardened bud between two fingers. 

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs in your ear, putting more pressure on your swollen clit, working in unison with the unrelenting drag of his fingers inside you. All you can do is blabber, brows knitted in pleasure—too caught up in the building knot in your stomach. “I—I want—” You careen off the mattress again, rolling against his drenched hand.

“What is it?” He clicks his tongue at your incoherent response, fucking his fingers into you harder.

In response, another jumble of unintelligible sentences is pushed out of you. “Want my mouth on that pretty pussy? Is that it?” 

The palm under your shirt slips downward, as he removes himself from the crook of your neck, trailing down to your sopping core—all while keeping the bruising pace of his hand against you, eyes glued to the glossy sheen coating his entire forearm. It’s quick, the way he swaps from his thumb to his tongue, suctioning it around your clit, giving it all of his attention.

You’re not even sure you’re breathing anymore. There’s a burn rippling through your lungs as your jaw hangs open in a silent moan, unable to grapple the feeling of him groaning loudly against you. 

With your orgasm growing in the pit of your stomach Bob pushes you closer to it, adding a third finger, splitting you open and hitting you at the exact spot that gets your thighs to clench around his head, muffling his ears. With the confirmation that you’re close, his eyes snap shut—lapping at you with such vigor that the intensity finally sends you over the edge. 

The orgasm hits like a strong wave, washing over your trembling body as it racks every part of you. You're so sure, you felt your bones shake inside you. Underneath you, Bob slowly removes himself from your sensitive core, sweetly pressing his lips to your inner thigh, murmuring praise with each soft kiss. 

You suck in a much-needed breath of air, trying to focus your vision. At the moment, Bob has two ceiling fans overlapping over each other. 

“I–I don’t even care about the essays anymore,” you confess. How could you when your boyfriend ate you out like his life depended on it?

Tucking your chin, you curiously look down at him. With your wetness completely coating half his face, leading down to his bobbing Adam’s apple—he lightly laughs. He looks that good, and he has the audacity to laugh, causing your cheeks to heat up—as if you aren’t half naked in front of him.

You’ve always had trouble hiding your fluster when he smiled at you like that—So you’re certain, he can see how it’s affecting you. 

“That was my intention, Honeybee,” he rises to sit his knees, gently scooping you into a sitting position.

The oversized tee drops down your upper body as you sit up in front of him. You shouldn’t be—but you’re embarrassed to feel his sticky hand on the small of your back as he holds you up. “I love you, but you gotta give yourself a break. I can listen to you all day, swear it. I just—don’t like seeing you stress yourself out for no reason.”

He kisses your forehead, almost as if he's implanting the reminder there. Bob then gives your back an affectionate rub, prompting your lips to twitch, a tell-tale sign they’re about to wobble next. 

Biting down on your bottom lip to stop yourself, you lean forward, wrapping your weak arms around his neck. “I love you so much. Don’t deserve you,” you profess, brows knitted together—hit with the random urge to cry.

The only response you ever got from your incessant ranting were snappy remarks, telling you to shut up or go into another room if you were gonna talk to yourself.  But here you are, in the arms of the first person to ever admit that they don’t mind it. On top of that, he even loves you—caring enough to voice his concerns about your habit of rambling, which only resulted in a build up of unwanted anxiety.

Bob softens, pulling you closer to him, petting the top of your head. “You deserve me,” he assures you. “And you deserve a bath too, with me,” he adds on.

You quietly sniffle. “And cuddles.”

“How could I forget,” he scolds himself jokingly, drawing a giggle from you. At that, his mouth breaks out in a smile. “Then you can catch me up on the stuff you were tellin’ me about last week. You haven’t told me what happened after Professor Benjamin was caught with Bradley’s uncle.”

“Oh! Right. So when I walked in on them…” Bob listens intently, coaxing you off his mattress, laughing at your—maybe too detailed—description of what you saw. Once you’re both inside the bathroom, you move onto your opinions and theories next. Bob leans in close to your seated figure on the bathtub ledge, letting you talk into his ear, tuning out the loud bath water shooting out the faucet. 

His eyes widen, pulling back in surprise at your theory. “No way!”

“Yes, way!” You burst out in laughter, grabbing onto his shirt as he joins you. He makes sure to cradle your head so it doesn’t hit the sink by the tub. The sound of the running water can barely be heard over the obnoxious cries of laughter that come next.

After the bath, the rest of the day is spent with you playing with his hair as you stream through your gossip, updating your attentive boyfriend on what he missed out on. And he enjoys every second of it.

So, it just stamps it down further, that Bob never had a problem with how chatty you got.

note: thank you for reading, seeing that i'm struggling a bit to put something out for this series, i decided to put this out for now! :) as always, thank you for reading and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

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#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd smut #robert floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd x you #robert floyd imagine #robert floyd fic #bob x reader #tgm smut #tgm fic #bob floyd au

[k2ntoss]

so my day literally just started, like im on my way to uni for my classes rn (which btw kinda sucking rn cuz its literally -40°C out), but i have so much jason brain rot i need to share

- jay absolutely would get a kick out of flirting like hell but would also immediately go redder than his helmet if it got turned around on him (he'd be so cute, i love flustering men lmao)

- i am in love with your idea of him just utterly messing around with constantine's sidekick!reader like yes, peak comedy right there, but also i think he'd be so so just heart eyes, fully entranced watching them do their magic especially for the first time

- i keep having this image of messy haired jason just curled up in bed, reading his favourite book and it's golden hour and he's wearing glasses (for actual sight purpose or for aesthetic only idk) but the sunset's making him all glowy and majestic and ugh i wanna play with his hair so bad

anyway that's it from me for now lol

-🦊

i kinda miss going to uni MMMM but anyways how tf are they making you go with that weather????? i would def throw myself on fire, in my country 24° C is already a bit cold....... (we do live in hell, yeah)

now thanks for sharing now i feel the urge to kiss your brain, please

i can totally see jay being all shy when he is indeed flirting with you because he does likes you so as soon as you call him "pretty boy" for the first time he's about to explode !!!! does he even needs the red helmet to be called red hood???

AND FUCK YES, HE WOULD BE SO STUNNED AND UHHHH i can totally picture jay sitting there listening to every story you have, to every adventure you've lived with constantine and he's so into listening to you he smiles widely because you sound so passionate about it i want to cry i need him so bad to be my bf and i– 😭

okay........ okay i can can i mmmmmm i can get why, just him being all cozy and calm, reading because he's so into the book almost as if nothing else around him existed besides you, he enjoys reading while your fingers brush his hair and your nails scratch his scalp, he can even feel himself getting sleepy but the book is just so good and your company makes it even better

dear 🦊 anon, please keep the jason brain rot strong, do this for all of us make the world a great place (plus have a good day, hun)

#luv letters! #i need jason to be real so bad uhhhhhh #jason todd brain rot #jason todd imagine #jason todd blurb #jason todd x reader

[sicjimin]

— Not Even Witchcraft Could Help —

a.n : hi! wow it's been like .. 3 months. it took a lot from me to muster up this supposed to be drabble .. i think i have lost my touch for writing lol because i dont even know what is this or is this good or ... whatever 🥲 i hope anyone that read this .. like it ? i guess ? this supposed to be a silly little drabble where Yoongi is a witch and trying to help his little sick human Jimin, but i got carried away as always so it becomes long .. im so sorry if this absurd or make nosense in anyway 😁

tw : emeto

To his defends, Jimin can say he has a quite strong immune. Well yeah, maybe isn't as strong as Seokjin, or Yoongi—his boyfriend—that could still function even after get rained on, living off 3 hours of sleep, and other quite sick-inducing habits. He got his fair shares of flu, but it's never bad. Maybe a nightly fever, congested nose, few days of cough, and then he's better.

It started when Jimin got home from his practice session with fever this afternoon. Stumbling into his apartment with half conscious mind as dizziness muddled his brain. He plopped into the couch, curled himself small there—tugging his coat as far as it can be to cover himself because the act to get a blanket properly is waay to exhausting for him. He just wanted to sleep. It didn't take long for him to lost against sleep, and only being awakened by a panicked Yoongi, as his boyfriend fussing to touch his forehead cheeks and even arms.

So, he can't really blame Yoongi to be this ... awkward tending his emotional-sick traits, as he currently sniffling after a whole good minutes of crying after throwing up bouts of the older (supposed to be) healing teas.

"Jimin-ah .. love .. you're sick? You're burning up! and why you still in this clothes? How long have you been here? Have you eat anything?"

Jimin groans, burrying his face further into one of their fluffy cushions as he felt even groggy after his short naps. "Mhm .. i think so?", he managed to croak out before his throat decided that the effort to speak was too much and burst into a fit of coughs. "My head hurts .. and cold ..", he added after sucking a big gush of fresh air. "I feel awful hyung"

He barely remember anything after that ; he vaguely remembered Yoongi fussing around him with warm chamomile tea, making him eat few spoonful of food, then he remembered getting drawn into a warm bath and suddenly he was on the bed. He also remembered Yoongi cuddled up against him, tucking the blanket high up under his chin, and play with his hair until everything is pitched black for him.

Jimin didn't know how long he has been asleep. But his distorted-feverish mind know that it's still night time or maybe dawn, judging from their dim bedroom with no hint of sunlight from the curtains—and soft snores from his boyfriend. Jimin stirs a little, feeling his stomach rumbles, except its not in a hungry way—but in a "i'm about to puke" kind of way. He winces, trying not to let out any moans or groans of discomfort as he shuffles away from the older sturdy chest. He huffs, grabbing his phone to check the time, but his eyelids seem to weigh a ton. His brain is foggy and lethargic as he rolls further.

"Ugh..." he mutters, putting down his phone and trying to get comfortable—coming into a realization that he's not awake by his own will. Not that his body decided to wake him up because he already got enough sleep; but because he's reaching the peak of his sickness.

Unfortunately, the little movement only worsens the feeling churning inside his bloated stomach—it keeps roiling around, making him feel like he'll be sick to his guts any minute now. The faint sense of dizziness that makes the bed spins a little when he moves also did not help his predicament.

With great effort, Jimin tries to move and sit up properly. His stomach rumbles more fiercely with each movement, the cramps growing in intensity. It's taking everything he got not to vomit, as the acidic bile keeps churning around inside of him. He takes a deep breath, trying to hold it all down as he slowly gets to his feet—he's going to be sick, and it's better safe than sorry. He didn't want to make Yoongi cleaned up the sheets right when he wakes up later.

Everything hurts.

"Fuck... this... this is not good...", Jimin mumbles, as he hobbles slowly to the bathroom—hands circling around his mid section as his guts growling and gurgling louder and louder with each step. He can taste the food Yoongi made him to eat few hours ago on his tongue as he burps on the bathroom treshold. He closes the bathroom door slowly, not wanting to make such a commotion that could wake Yoongi up. He huffs, closing his eyes as he grabs the edge of the toilet—feeling his inside rolls like clothes in washing machine—and begins to cough and gag. It was empty at first, but its thicken the nausea until he can't hold it back anymore. The foulness pours from his mouth in a heavy stream. His stomach heaving violently, pushing and contracting against itself as water and half digested food rushing to get out of his body. It's horrible, but it feels like some kind of relief.

"Ah ..", Jimin moans once it's over. He closes his eyes, breathing hard and gulping air, waiting for the next wave to hit—knowing that it's only the beginning. His clammy hands reached over his stomach, he hissed a little as the coldness of his palm burns against his feverish body, and begins to gently rubs it.

It aches.

"Min .. are you in there?"

Jimin is too busy shivering and wiping bile off his face to respond to Yoongi's voice right away. He leans up against the bowl, his body trembling, as he tries to catch his breath. "I... I'm okay. Just... got sick. That's all. I'm fine." The sourness of his voice sounds like it was dragged up from his stomach.

Jimin hears the footsteps coming closer, but he barely could pay any attention to it as he instinctively hunch over to brace for the next wave of retching. The bathroom door opens and he shut your eyes—already feeling water creeping up to his throat.

"Baby .. why didn't you wake me up?", Yoongi's deep yet soothing voice drawn around him, followed by his hand tracing along Jimin's spines. Jimin shuddered at the touch.

Yoongi continuous mumbles feels like a spell against the ringing on his ears. "This ...", Jimin spits as he tries to catch his breath, "Is digusting"

"I—", as Jimin attempts to speak, another surge of vomit rises up in his throat. He gags and it pushes out, this time with even more force. It's almost like he has to get his stomach's entire contents out as soon as possible before his body calms down. He grips the toilet bowl and shuts his eyes tightly.

"Breathe .. Jimin-ah, breathe .. you're okay .. let it out"

He hears the older chuckles, before a tissue comes into his eyesight. Jimin slumps down, and mumbles a small thankyou as he cleans up his nose and lips.

Gosh .. he must've look like a whole mess.

"You're sick, that's justified", Yoongi hums, tucking the younger sweaty hair in, "Are you feeling better?"

Jimin doesn't answer him right away as he tries to regain his strength slowly to come back to him. The nausea has subsided. But he's still reeling. His head still feels woozy. Not to mention his body feels exhausted and shaky from what just happened. "Mhm .. still nauseous though", he croaks out as he pats his stomach, assessing if it's safe for him to move around. "I will wait for few minutes here .. i'm afraid i will puke again if i move", he decides with a sigh, leaning against his boyfriend that quick to accept the sudden add of weight.

"Do you want something?", Jimin closes his eyes as he feel Yoongi's chest rumbles, "Mhm ... can you be my witch boyfriend right now and musters up your tea? Anything that could make this sickness away in 5 minutes .. i feel like death hyung .."

Jimin didn't need to rolls his body to see that the older is rolling his eyes as the latter scoffs, then there's a pinch on his cheeks.

Jimin pouts.

"You're a brat, you know. You hate those tea"

Jimin peels himself away, squeezing his eyes when the bathroom tilts a little.

"Please hyung? I think it's better than anything now", he whines as he rubs his nose bridge, then grinning when Yoongi sighing and leans forward, "Okay .. i will try to make it", he mumbles, ruffling Jimin's hair as he stepped out toward the kitchen.

"Hyung! Can you make it sweeter? It was sooo bitter last time"

"Mhm, noted, Your Majesty"

It takes more than few minutes, as Jimin already successfully migrates towards the bed without hurling his inside and dozes off few times, when Yoongi shuffles into the room with warm cup on his hand. "Here ..", the latter helps him sits up and hands him the tea. "Don't force yourself to drink it .. i know it tastes awful", he mutters sheepishly, maybe borderline worried as his eyes never leave the younger—as if he wants to tackles the cups away.

"Thank you hyung", Jimin mumbles as he takes a breath from the steam. It smells normal, and he feels a bit of awe as he could feel his head getting clearer and not as fuzzy as before.

This gonna works.

He takes a small sips, an icky, syrupy flavour immediately glued itself to the inside of Jimin's mouth, enveloping his teeth and tongue in a syrupy goo. He bravely gulped down the dreadful concoction, doing his utmost to stifle a gag and not reveal just how horrendous the tea was. As he cautiously lifted his gaze back to Yoongi, that eyeing him worriedly, he offered a nervous smile and a single nod, "Thanks, love, it tastes...better"

"Really?", Yoongi lifts one of his eyebrows, doubting his kind by default boyfriend, but also there's a hint of hopeful tone in there.

Jimin hums, taking a deep breath and take another gulp.

But maybe a sick body really can't lie—the response was fast and immediate, barely giving both of them time to react, as Jimin suddenly lurch into a loud gag. Yoongi's eyes widen, quickly swiped trashcan from the corner of their room, and places it under the younger lips as Jimin looks like he's one second away from bursting.

"Hyung .. i'm sorry—", Jimin chokes out before all the concoction he just drank and whatever was left over from the earlier gushing out of him in a big wave. It doesn't take much energy to bring everything up as suddenly everything is nauseating for him. His mouth feels like it's coated thick with the taste of the tea and it's overwhelming. His stomach responding to it with eagerly twisting his guts out and about. For a solid minutes, it's only Jimin's loud belches and gags along with Yoongi's worried murmurs that could be heard in that room.

"Hyung ... fuck .. i'm so sorry", Jimin sniffles when he's out of the nausea spells. His eyes glassy as he watches the older quietly put away the soiled trashcan, and takes away the cup from his shaky hands.

Jimin is about to cry as his words meet with silence—he watches the older busying himself to clean everything up, and it's when Yoongi in the bathroom, cleaning the trashcan that the bubbles burst. He feels guilty ; knowing that it's literally ass cracked of time, Yoongi is definitely tired after long day of works just like him, he had taking care of him earlier and yet Jimin not only thrown up his food—but also the tea that he Asks for. He already promised to drink it and push the older to make it when Yoongi himself know how it will turn out—Gosh .. he's really an awful boyfriend. Yoongi has doing a lot for him and yet—

"Jimin-ah .. hey .. breathe baby", Jimin didn't even realized that his breathe has come in a short intervals until Yoongi caresses his tears-coated cheeks, "Breathe .. it's okay, why are you crying?"

Jimin sniffles, for some reason, the question only makes his guilt swells even more. He looks up, letting Yoongi get ahold of his eyes—hoping that the witch could read his mind even his sight is blurry with tears—before letting himself falls into his boyfriend shoulders as the latter pulls him in with a chuckles, "Baby .. it's okay .. like i tell you earlier, i know the tea is awful. It's fine", Yoongi tries to say gently but the words fall flat and Jimin whines again. "No ..."

"What no?", Yoongi giggles now, "You just have thrown up too, there's no way your body can handle a bitter liquid shoved up like that .. it's okay", he adds, "Now let's not get yourself worked up, and rest .. okay? I will make you chamomile tea later, a normal one, no witchcraft involved"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!yoongi

[sucrows]

Since alphabet request are finally over,maybe it's better to ask the breading kink ones. (lit. one of my favorite kinks...) anyways,i want to asks from the dom. version with chiaki and nazuna:

for chiaki:question number 1 (Trying to impregnate their s/o) and number 8 ( Watching their cum seep out of their s/o’s hole and getting hard again) and for nazuna questions 6 (Jerking off then pushing into their s/o’s hole to cum) and also question 1 ( Trying to impregnate their s/o)?

Also i hope i sounded meand requesting,is just english is not my mother language so im not really well expressing myself ...anyways,thanks for aceppting my request-🐇 (also,if you can refering to me as bnuy anon i will be apreciate it,thanks ...i think(?) )

No worries, I understood your request. Learning other languages is not easy and English is an especially hard language to learn. I'll write you down as [🐇 anon] and refer to you as "Bnuy anon" from now on!

1. Trying to impregnate their s/o  6. Jerking off then pushing into their s/o’s hole to cum  8. Watching their cum seep out of their s/o’s hole and getting hard again  (AFAB READER)

(NSFW UNDER CUT)

[1. Impregnate] + [8. Hard Again]

He's slow and passionate as he plunges into you over and over again. You two have been together long enough and you’re both at the point in your lives where you feel ready for a child and now, Chiaki intends to give you one. Every time he bottoms out, he caresses your face and presses his forehead against your own. He hasn’t been anything but loving throughout your whole session together. 

It doesn’t take long for him to finish, hilting himself deep into you and groaning against your ear as he does so. You milk him as best you can, beckoning his seed deeper and deeper towards where you hope it’ll take. It takes him a second to recover but he does eventually do so and pull back from you. His cock slips out automatically and he ever so gently pushes your hair out of your face. His eyes are full of nothing but love when he meets your own. 

Even having cum so deeply, his spend still end up traveling to your entrance in globs of white. His eyes are drawn to it and he seems almost... flustered to see how he has desecrated you. With a glance back up to your eyes for permission, he soon lines his cock back up to your hole. With a declaration of love, he plunges back in to do it all over again- To ensure it takes. 

[1. Impregnate] + [6. Jerking into hole]

You didn’t have the energy to have sex today- not that it was ever mandated of you- but even so, you wanted your dear Nazuna to take care of his needs. He was more than willing to back off at your rejection but at your insistence, you get him to touch himself in front of you. 

You watch with eagle sharp eyes as he drags his hand up and down his length and talk with him. As embarrassing as the position he’s in is, he doesn’t stop for even a second. Eventually, he’s narrating out all the ways he wants to fuck you. The positions, the pace, the place. Telling you all about how he wants to breed you full of his kids. He talks about the way he wants to knock you up with such sweet moans and such adoring words... well, maybe you don’t have the energy for full on sex, but you sure can still offer yourself to him. 

He widens his eyes when you suggest it but soon enough, he’s pouncing right onto you and lining up to your cunt. The masturbation and dirty talk combined already have him so close to his peak. You can both already tell he’s not going to last long at all. He barely has the tip in you before he’s hunching over, curling around your body and moaning loudly as his cum floods your insides. 

#ask game #enstars smut #enstars x reader #enstars x reader smut #ensemble stars smut #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars x reader smut #chiaki morisawa #chiaki morisawa smut #chiaki morisawa x reader #chiaki morisawa x reader smut #nazuna nito #nazuna nito x reader #nazuna nito smut #nazuna nito x reader smut #hc.chiaki #hc.nazuna #hc.nsfw #hc.crow #nsfw.nazuna #nsfw.chiaki #🐇 anon

[munsonology]

Rockstar!eddie and baywatch!reader pleeeaassee. Do whatever you want, just give us crazy insanely smuttyyy ❤️‍🔥😏🫠🍆💦🍑

Rockstar!eddie and baywatch!reader are in my top 3 of eddie's right now!!!!

i love giving readers names, it makes me feel more connected. i named baywatch!reader Darla!

Mitch assigned you to the quietest zone on the beach. since it was revealed you'd been dating corroded coffin frontman Eddie munson the beach had been taken over by fans and paparazzi. rescues for the team had been even more dangerous than it usually is. Photographers would put themselves in harms way to get a picture of Eddie Munson's lover, even better if she's saving a life. You'd beg to differ seeing most of the published pics on the tabloid stands were of your uniform stuck in your ass. How convenient they would publish you had hauled a 150 lb man from the ocean.

You understood why Mitch made the decision, but you couldn't help but feel you were being punished. You watched the waves roll in and out. the most action you'd had all day was helping free a turtle from a fish net.

"Is that my little starla Darla?" you hear from below the tower. you look down to see Eddie waving at you. he held up a picnic basket and a blanket. "can you have a little early dinner?"

"I don't know..." you sigh.

"Come on! you only have an hour left."

"if someone sees--"

"there's no one out here, baby."

you look down at him over your ray bans. he looked so good. his hair was loose around his shoulders, the buttons of his black shirt undone, letting his tattoos and the chains around his neck peak through. you always gave in too easily when he looked like this.

you waved for him to come up to the tower. if you were caught you'd hear from mitch later. Eddie approached you with a deep kiss. his hands squeezed your ass.

"what about dinner?" you asked as his lips moved down your neck. you felt his already hard cock against your stomach.

"don't worry about it, baby. I have a feast planned."

he backed you into the tower, closing the door behind him. the way his eyes darkened sent shivers down your spine and throb to your cunt. you felt your legs hit the cot and sat down. your legs seem to open on their own.

eddie dropped to his knees in front of you. his ring covered fingers lightly trailed from your ankle to your inner thighs. with a lick of his lips he moved the crotch of your swimsuit to the side.

"fuck," he mumbled. if he could live between your sweet thighs he'd move right in. he'd never leave. the only thing better than your clit between his teeth was sinking his cock in your cunt.

Eddie leaned forward and spit right on your pussy. you moaned as he rubbed the slick around.

"bon appetit," you tease.

eddie dives into your cunt. his tongue is hot and thick on your clit, curling and sucking you like a straw.

"fuck! eddie!" your hands run through his curls. you pull the hair at the crown of his scalp. he let's out a moan that vibrates around your pussy.

three of his fingers work you open, reaching your gspot in record time. the large skull ring pressed against your button.

"d'ya like that baby?" he groans.

"yes! please, i'm close." you plead. Eddie lifts his head from your cunt to your lips. he kisses you hard, the taste of your pussy smeared between you.

he chuckles hearing the squelch of your cunt. fuck, you were always so wet for him. he loved how easy it was for you to soak the sheets in his bedroom. "can i cum?" your voice breathy, on the cusp of ecstasy. the bullying of your gspot drives you wild.

with a cry of his name, you release, soaking the cot beneath you and eddie. "fuck, my little super soaker," he teases. trembling from your orgasm, eddie rubs your thighs and places a kiss on your clit.

"i love you, baby," he whispers.

"i love you too rockstar."

IM GONNNA EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x female reader #munsonology’s eddieverse #fem reader #sav’s mailroom #sav’s moots #eddie munson fem!reader #baywatch!reader #rockstar!eddie and baywatch!reader #smuterday #rx: smut #rx smut #eddie smut #smut #eddie munson smut #munsonlogy's smuterday

[thrawns-babygirl]

Every Time (Crosshair x GN!Reader) Drabble

Wanted to practice writing some gn smut. I don't think that this leans too far in either direction but let me know. Also im feeling somewhat emotional today so i wanted to channel that into something a little different than what i usually write. hope yall enjoy.

also i cant watch the new episode yet so I'm killing time by writing drabbles lmao

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Unprotected sex Word Count: 600+

Every time he was on Coruscant he found his way back to you.

And every time without fail you let him.

‘This is just a one-time thing’ turned into ‘just one more time’ every time the two of you were on the same planet. And honestly? You were fine with it. No one had ever seemed to learn your body the way that Crosshair did. No one seemed to know how to push your buttons quite like he did. No one had you coming back for more every time the way he did.

You found yourself out near the GAR barracks on the way home from work when you saw him, mingling with the rest of his squad. You missed the way the one with the long hair and bandanna motioned over to you while they were talking, missed the way the tall clone excused himself from the conversation quickly, all you noticed was the way he wordlessly fell into step beside you, still fully armoured up, long rifle slung over his back. Walking in companionable silence back towards your apartment, the promise of a long night ahead of both of you.

You both know that you could send him away at any point and he would leave. You could fire his words right back at him about how it was only a one time thing and he would return to his squad without a word, ending whatever it is the two of you have going on.

You both know you won’t.

That was how you found yourself in your current position, lying naked on your back on top of the plush couch in your living room, city lights of coruscant pouring through the windows bouncing off the scarred planes of his chest as his hips collided with yours in a desperate frenzy. His long arms planted either side of your head, his brows knitted together as he slammed his length in and out of you.

Your whimpers and moans of his name spur him on, grounding him in the here and now as he uses your body for his own pleasure, the two of you locked in a passionate back and forth that neither of you want to end.

“Cross- You feel so good… Kriff don’t stop” you moan out as the tip of his cock hits that spot inside you with every thrust, making stars burst behind your eyes and pleasure snake its way down your spine.

He groans out your name as he chases his peak, thrusts beginning to stutter and lose their rhythm as the feeling of your tight heat overwhelms him, consuming every nerve in his body as he chases the high he’s after every time he sees you, every time he claims you.

You reach a down to play with yourself as Crosshair loses himself in the feeling of your body. Your hand, combined with the delicious drag of his cock in and out of you has you falling over the edge.

The coil that’s been building all night snapping as pleasure floods every nerve in your body. Your face contorts in pleasure as you scream soundlessly, muscles tightening and releasing tension you didn’t even know you were carrying.

Collapsing onto his elbows, Crosshair buries his head in your neck as he moans your name and spills inside of you, thrusting a few more times before extracting himself from you and pulling you to his side, staring up at the ceiling of your lavish apartment before placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

You feel him move, ready to make a hasty exit as he always does after one of your carnal encounters, causing a strange feeling of panic to embed itself in the pit of your stomach. You grab onto his arm and make an impulsive and possibly stupid decision.

“stay…” your voice is small, as if the single syllable is enough to scare the sniper away from you.

He simply nods and curls up against your side on the couch, long arm slung over your body, eyes fixed on the Coruscant traffic on the other side of the window as you card your hand through his hair.

@where-is-my-mind-tho @starborncyare @antishadow2021 @healingskywalker@crosshairlovebot@ilovestarwarsmen725@allthebestscreennamesaregone63

#bad batch crosshair #tbb crosshair #crosshair smut #crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader smut #crosshair x you #tbb crosshair smut #bad batch crosshair smut #bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader smut #the bad batch crosshair #crosshair #tbb smut #bad batch smut #the bad batch smut #tbb x reader

[levmada]

Your trans Levi gives me life. Would you consider write more? As soon, as you take requests again of course!

I honestly love this! One of the best written things I have ever read! I want trans Levi in my life. His body being worshipped by y/n when he feels insecure, y/n taking care of him after top surgery or when he struggled with the hormones, him pleasuring y/n for the first time, y/n just cuddling him and y/n standing by him in Public and stuff…

Honestly I’m hospitalized rn and I was so happy my request got answered! Amazing job

Also to recognize me: I’m 🌻

Love you! (Also sorry if I used any wrong terms, im not familiar with trans vocabulary)

nooo you did perfect!! i wanted to respond right away

reminder that i am trans and not appropriating or talking out of my ass lol

//male terms for afab body parts, some gender dysphoria, needles mention, very light mention of homophobia

i think it takes him a long time to get comfortable with sex, especially before he starts on any hormones, gets approved for top surgery, and (gender dysphoria is different for everyone who identifies as trans but) since he isn't interested in bottom surgery, it's a whole mess for him. at first, he always has a loose top on, wordlessly requesting you not to touch his chest, so your hands always stray around his hips and thighs instead. he needs you to say to him, Look how hard you are for me as you lap into his soaking cunt, spread open so he gasps from every press of your tongue. Pretty boy as your fingers curl inside him with the head of a purring vibrator rolling snug circle around his clit. Leaking so fucking much.

Levi doesn't like to make noises, both because letting you know how good you're making him feel is mortifying, and because he can't control the pitch of his voice when you fuck him good, and you always fuck him good. he'd rather give you his tongue, his fingers, suckling your nipples until they're peaked and tapping your clit with vibrations. grinding his strap inside you as deep as he will go. he prefers to make you scream.

hc that levi HATESS needles (for canon reasons..) but shots are the most effective way to take testosterone and it’s fucking grueling to convince himself to ask if you’ll help. he kinda walks up to you in the kitchen after you pick up the first prescription and locks his arms around your waist.

You giggle. “Yes?”

“Do me another favor.”

And you smile.

The first couple times, he looks away, pinning one leg of his boxers up while you inject his thigh. It’s kind of cold, and he hates needles, but there’s a happy flutter in his heart with every round of hormones. Because holy shit he won’t have to live the way he used to, obsessively lowering his voice and keeping the WikiHow article in his bookmarks of how to imitate a man’s body language, walking shoulders squared without subconsciously swaying his hips, drawing liner on his brows to make them look more masculine, the oversized clothes, getting looks whenever you’re shopping for clothes and getting MORE looks when it seems like two women are in a romantic relationship—boo fucking hoo. At least, he won’t have to obsess over that shit AS much.

you comment all the time on the changes to make Levi feel better about his anxious suspicion that nothing’s happening, even though he doesn’t worry openly. A lot of weight that used to fill out his hips and chest redistribute to his back and his biceps. He grows a LOT of hair, dark hair on his arms and dusted across his chest and thighs. When you’re swapping kisses in bed—his breath still hitches when he can bear to get rid of his shirt, which isn’t often—you focus on his neck, sucking little marks, and skip over his chest. His belly packed with soft muscle, and a new trail of hair below his navel. You keep your gaze on him as you lick downwards, starting from right there.

All the sex is a good thing. Testosterone makes it so the littlest thing sets off desire, and all the sudden he’s rolling his hips against your ass in the mornings (and even in the middle of the night…), his palm sneaking up your shirt and swallowing up your breast, whispering for you to spread your legs.

Along with this comes a shorter temper. He’s irritated more often, and at small things. Where he didn’t before, he’d openly glare when another man gives you a second look when you’re out, and get fidgety when he’s driving, for example. Hell, when you’re driving he’ll call the other dumbasses on the road out for what they are lol. He really needs you to even him out and tell him to let it go while he processes all these emotional changes.

The way he processes his emotions changes. Occasionally he gets a bout of acne. His voice cracks before it starts to naturally lower. It’s a whole second puberty.

Top surgery is a long and grueling process. It's pretty common that right afterwards, the patient gets a serious bout of fear and anxiety, due entirely to a physiological sense of loss, not regret. It's normal. Levi is pale and quiet as he rouses from the anesthetic, and he knows it's a temporary feeling, but he'd still rather sleep it off, silently requesting you keep holding his hand. He'd squeeze whenever you tried to pull away.

The physical soreness is pretty bad too. For like a month, he isn't allowed to pick up anything heavier than 10lbs, and while the drains do their thing (probably the grossest part of the whole ordeal imo) he makes a face and looks away whenever they have to be changed. For the first month, his chest is just bandages and these ugly catheters for fluid and blood he has to be careful not to jostle on the daily. Top surgery is a big experience, it takes a while to recover from.

But when he’s healed… all that remains of what used to be there scars lining the bottoms of his pecs and nipples… he can’t hide the smile that spreads across his cheeks in the exam room. You’re grinning at him behind your hand.

Levi is not the proud-of-his-body type but it feels AMAZING to walk around and go to sleep with his shirt off. He can donate all his binders, so he can say goodbye to the back pain and soreness and crippling chest dysphoria since you always remind him to please take it off before you go to sleep. Later down the line when he’s less sore, you worship his chest with your mouth, making up for all those times before. Suckling his hardened nipples, leaving bright red marks.

And like… the only thing he’s more thankful for than successfully transitioning is you, who in the first place accepted him as a man before he even got properly started. Every step of the way you’ve been his rock, and he makes sure you know he's thankful every fuxking day.

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[virq-qgo]

SLEEPING BEAUTY

A/n:) I’m literally exhausted, I wasn’t going to go to sleep till I finished a fanfic because it’s been a while since I made one. I’d like to apologize for not posting anything for awhile. I’ve been getting sick and been just doing not well. Not much fun, (im literally dealing with a stomach ache from the pasta I ate.) Also again, I wasn’t going to bed until I got this done. So that means, this is short unedited and not reread over.

Warnings: unedited, not reread, short because I was tired. (No real warnings, you’re safe love.”

—————-

You woke up to the heavy feeling of weight on your chest. Your eyes squint as the sun peaked through your curtains making your hand shield your eyes. Causing a deep groan from the thing on top of you.

Averting your eyes down you see your sleeping husband. A slight blush sprouts on your cheeks while your lips curl. Your hand runs through your lovers silky hair earning a soft purr from the man. A soft chuckle leaves your lips as you continue your attack of your affection. This time your lips coming contact on the top of his head while your other hand was gently stroking his back.

“Good morning to you too,” he grumbles, his voice husky.

“Sorry did I wake you?” Your voice was quiet but still legible to hear

“Yes you did.” He responds. Aizawas arms tightens around your waist and buries his head into the comfort of your soft breasts.

Deciding to let your lover head back sleep you, let go of him. Causing a groan to leave his lips and eyes snapping up at you. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” He grumbles. He hears you chuckle and pinches your hip earning a yelp to escape from your lips.

“That hurt Shouta!”

He looks at you unbothered and shrugs his shoulders, “don’t be an ass.”

You weren’t going to let him get away from his doings in the morning so you decided to pinch him back just as hard. A smile beaming on your face when you feel him flinch away. But the smile instantly fades away when Aizawa rolls away from you. Welcoming all sorts of chills to run up your now cold body.

“Shouta” you pout. “Come back it’s cold without youuu.”

“I already warned you.”

“I’ll die from the coldness.” A whine leaves your lips as you tug all the blankets on you. Leaving your lover without any blanket.

“You’re being dramatic.” He pulls the blanket over, this time taking all the blanket.

You huff and cross your arms irritated by how hard it was to break your husbands character. Then all of a sudden something came to mine. You scooted over to Aizawa slowly making sure he wouldn’t leave you for the floor. But when you were in arms reach of the man you quickly throw your cold hands under his shirt.

A gasp of your name was heard from him as he was quick to pull you over onto his lap. His hands had a death grip on your hips making sure you wouldn’t be able to escape him.

“Keep doing that and see what happens.” He warns.

“Will you come back and cuddle with me then?”

A sigh left his lip as he shook his head, his hand coming to your lower back and pushing you to his chest. His arms wrapping around you and pulling up the blankets. “There. Happy now?”

You press a kiss against his jaw before cuddling your head in between his neck. “Very.”

The man was happy that you were easy to please and most definitely that you weren’t looking at him. Otherwise you would’ve saw the blush that was on his face and would have never let him live it down.

Another sigh had left his lips before quickly smiling. He kissed the top of your head before mumbling an “I love you.” And his smile only growing when he heard you say it back.

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[viuolet]

things that turn me on 11/9/15

there were books of different colors and sizes scattered all about his home in piles. they were in his living room, his kitchen, his room, there were even a couple in his bathroom. the first book that had stood out to me had the title ‘GUIDE TO FILM’ in big red text on her spine. it was a big book stacked right on top of a bunch of other small books, and a bunch of other small books were piled right on top of it. his home was very messy and small, but charming, to me it seemed small. but it was probably because he had so many little things everywhere. small little intricacies scattered about. he had a lot of cameras.

on the walls were a bunch of polaroid pictures of happy faces and art neatly hung up, all close together in a particular fashion. his sofa was a foresty green color - reminiscent of his eyes i tend to find myself getting lost in. if you can swim in blue eyes, i wonder what i’d refer to his as - perhaps a wild and unpredictable jungle. and they do say the eyes are the window to the soul. so i wonder what that pretty mind of his looks like, if it’s the same, or the polar opposite, and his eyes are the deceiver - the lurer of prey. i’d like to step inside and take a walk in there someday. all it takes is 20 minutes. 20 minutes of eye contact. then i would know everything. but who could stare into my eyes that long? people are seemingly afraid of total and complete intimacy and of course, vulnerability. it seems they can sense i can hear the noise in their head after the gates have been open. connection. they look away before i get the opportunity to peak my head in and look inside. its painful. who hurt you? who taught you to be afraid?

on the wooden floor in front of it was a very colorful patterned rug. he told me that i should sit on the sofa and asked what kind of tea i wanted. he opened the cabinet and listed the different kinds he had. i told him that pomegranate tea sounded good. he took a glossy ocean blue mug out of the cabinet along with a packet of tea. i watched him pour hot water into the mug and i never thought that such a simple action would drive my head wild with sinful thought. his pretty hands were adorned with beautiful metal rings. i wonder what a mess it would make if he were to punch someone and that thought drove me wild. if god were real, is she watching, and if she saw what we did at night, would she be able to resist? true love is a sight to behold. something you cant ignore - like a car crash you for some reason cant look away from - no matter how terrible. funny how the mind works. maladaptive daydreaming. how could he do this to me? 

his golden curly hair sat pretty on his head and his curls fell perfectly upon the center of his forehead - golden ratio - is this a human or a work of art? who stole you from the museum? people are selfish and keep beautiful things to themselves, so i cant help but wonder...

he glanced at me. the rims of his glasses were big and round and translucent. his eyes were strange; they were a dark green color. i just wonder what sort of creatures lurk about in that jungle of his. when he stares at me, it seems they are about to leap out and grab me and pull me in but, i dont think id be so opposed. the thought caused my head to jerk involuntarily to the other side - as if my mind were telling me to look away, like it picked up on a threat before i could. one eye had little specks of yellow. inhuman you are. whenever he looked at me i felt warmth rush through my arms and my hands and my face. i quickly look away. im no prey.

i looked around and saw a big bookshelf a few inches from the sofa against the wall. the last three shelves at the bottom held a magnitude of records. old and new. his prized collection. i tried to read some of the records from the sofa but most of the text was too tiny to read. i walked over to the bookshelf and sat in front of the bottom shelves. i tilted my head and red the artist names. i’d say i didn’t recognize most of them - but i would be lying. there were only a few i had never heard of. but the ones i did know - Arctic Monkeys, Waxahatchee, Twin Peaks, The Growlers, Fidlar, and The World is a Beautiful Place and I am no Longer Afraid to Die. 

I heard Marley place a mug on the coffee table.

“Your tea is done.” I always liked his accent. it was nice to listen to. especially late at night when I would call him because I wouldn’t be able to sleep, and he would be very sleepy and his voice would be low and small and raspy and he would almost be whispering. at night on the phone, he appeared to be a small boy, but to the rest of the world, a great big wolf. but this small boy, was vulnerable - at times. perhaps only with me. i would always hear jazz music softly playing in the background. he would always have a record playing as he drifted off to sleep. incense lit.  he was careful not to share the softest parts of him to the rest of the world, he kept it hidden. for he believed it made him weaker. but there is bravery in being soft. im daydreaming again. i wonder if he noticed this time. im everything everywhere all at once. im split in two, in different dimensions. 

“thanks. where’s your record player?”

“In my room. do you want me to bring it out here?”

- journal entries from when i was 12-13

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[purplecraze]

Beauty and the Beast AU 12

orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:44 PM

"Oh i see..." he murmured

"So the merchants come here just once in a month?"

purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:44 PM

He nods. "yes..."

orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:45 PM

"Mh..."

He took another bite

"You think they manage to come in time even with the snow? It dosent snow often here"

purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:47 PM

"They won't come up until the castle walls. There's a checkpoint I can see from here where they drop it off. I can easily retrieve it from there with magic."

orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:49 PM

"I see...Nh..." He looked off

"You think you will be fine tomorrow? Would be shitty if i go to some epic quest to uncurse you and then you die of fever as soon im gone" he smirked

purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:50 PM

"..........."

If he'd say no, what then? He can't expect the boy to stay for another month, it's unreasonable, and too risky... He couldn't...

"I'll be just fine. I've lived through worse."

orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:52 PM

"Oh ok--" He murmured

Oh Narancia chill, he told you more than once he likes to being alone; also you are basically a pest right now that is living in his house rent free. Also you need to focus on how to fix the curse, no time to loose

purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:53 PM

well, he only told you once. and he was lying....

orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:54 PM

He got kicked out when he was 6, he has some issues ok?

Narancia finished to eat and looked outside the window

"...Can you show me how you make the birdy? I read something about it in the book but i want to see"

purplecraze — 08/29/2021 11:57 PM

"............" Fugo drank the orange juice, slowly, wanting to enjoy it.

"Sure, that's fine......" he weaved his hand in a certain way and a bird showed sitting on top of his fingers.

orange-plane-boy — 08/29/2021 11:58 PM

"Ah?? Just like that??" He said looking at the bird

"Why you picked a swallow?"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:00 AM

He flicked his fingers twice and it flew off to nestle in Narancia's hair. "I can do various small creatures. But it's what you reminded me off."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:00 AM

"Oh??" He giggled

"Thats why? Really?"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:01 AM

He nodded. Though he didn't add in what that implied and how it symbolized freedom and such.

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:04 AM

"Thats funny because i really like birds!" He giggled

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:04 AM

"That so? why?"

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:08 AM

"I just think they are neat! I mean they can fly, and thats aready a bonus, but they are also more smart than people think of! Tou know that crows can recognize faces? And if you hurt one they will tell about you to his family and so they will avoid you...or try to peak your eyes, depeends how close you are to the nest- also they can play with eachother and if trained they can even lean how to use sicks to grab objet to far!"

No planes? Bird nerd then

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:10 AM

Fugo properly heard him out as the boy rambled about his obsession. the bird hopped on his shoulder and started changing form as it crawled down, until it curled up as a cat on his lap.

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:12 AM

He gasped

"A kitty!!"

He petted the animal, and also showed how easly was to catch his attention...

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:13 AM

Fugo chuckled, noticing how easily the other was distracted. the cat purred content.

"...........err..."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:14 AM

"Mh?" he asked as he played with the toebeans of the cats

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:14 AM

"........" he looked off. "You don't have to stay in the room tonight.. just so you know..."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:16 AM

"Oh cool!" He nodded

Too bad most of the times he got out was to see what fugo was doing as a  monster...

"You should catch up some sleep tonight tho"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:17 AM

he laughed a bit. "My sleeping pattern is a mess already, so I doubt I can......

uhm.......can you-......... will you s-...stay with me? Tonight?" he didn't look at him.

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:18 AM

"Oh- Yeah why not?" He smiled "What you want to do?"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:20 AM

"uh....." seems like he had no plan what so ever.

'uhm...err....the..the stars are-...you can see the stars well from the tower.. if you'd like.."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:22 AM

awkard...and cute

"Sure!" He smiled nodding "Then, rest a bit for now, and dont worry about the mess, you sounded chill tonight so i can fix on my own if you broke something!"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:23 AM

he shook his head. "It's a small effort, really..... you'd want to see the dome again, I'm sure."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:23 AM

He giggled "Mh...Maybe i do" he admitted "You sure you dont want to try go in?"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:24 AM

"............" he closed his eyes. "......mm...... maybe tonight..."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:29 AM

"Yay!" He smiled "You sure will be better than me at figure out what to do"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:33 AM

"....? figuring out what?"

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:34 AM

"Dunno, i was looking if mom left something there that maybe could help.."

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:34 AM

"oh....." he frowned a bit and looked off.

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:36 AM

"Didnt found anything tho...But ehy seems like the smart of the two its you" he giggled

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:38 AM

he sighed for a moment, before changing topics: "That aside, is there anything you'd want to take along tomorrow? Just name it and it's yours."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:40 AM

"Ah- dunno dude i dont really want to steal your stuff after you made me live here for a week" he laughed "And i still have some of the silverwear of the other day

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:41 AM

"It's not stealing. You are my precious guest, the first in 3 years."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:42 AM

Precious? he blushed a bit

"W-Well really, is not really fair, i swer i wolunt steal stuff in the first place if i knew someone lived here"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 12:44 AM

"It's not stealing..." he repeated, more stern. "please consider the offer for tomorrow. "

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:46 AM

"Ok--" he murmred...ok fair maaaybe he would take some stuff uhuh

"Mhh...what you do here anyway? like, how you dont get bored? I saw a lot of books but dosent get boring to just read?"

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 8:27 AM

"It does, yes." he sighed. "though in between rampaging and gaining sleep, not a lot of time remains really.... when I'm sick of books or things are too quiet around, I play the piano. sometimes go for a walk around the perimeters, is why most of the grass is dead around here. and during full moon, I like to watch the stars. I can't, otherwise."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 12:22 PM

"Oh! Yknow i could get you some new books if you want" He murmured.

Mhh seemed like he really looked forward watching the stars then, Narancia hoped the sky was clear tonight

purplecraze — 08/30/2021 4:39 PM

"oh.... err, alright. I'll leave the selecting to you then. but don't trouble yourself, books are rather expensive..."

orange-plane-boy — 08/30/2021 5:35 PM

He pouted, ignoring him "isnt any book you want? Like dunno a sequel of something that you colunt get in those years??"

purplecraze — 08/31/2021 12:35 AM

Fugo shook his head. "there's nothing I'd want, really....."

He paused, as if hesitating.

".........Sand... a bottle of sand. From the roads you've walked.

I don't care about the stories in books, but.... I'd want to hear your stories. The things you experience along your way.... and I'll remember them whenever I see the bottle.

I still don't know a lot about you, and I understand if you'd rather not tell what things have been like until now, but.....uhm...from here on....err..." realizing how awkward and embarrassing that request was, his voice died down more and more.

orange-plane-boy — 08/31/2021 12:39 AM

"Nh...Hold up got an idea! if i send letters to the merchants they could give it to you every month! So i could tell you how the curse breaking curse its going!" He said happily

purplecraze — 08/31/2021 12:41 AM

"err... yeah, that could work. " though not quite what he wanted... "It'll be a good practice for your writing too."

orange-plane-boy — 08/31/2021 12:43 AM

Sorry Fugo, you are stuck with a kitty/golden retriver with a birdy brain.

"Also...If you like see the starts so much; once we find how to uncurse you, we could go to the beach and see them for there!"

purplecraze — 08/31/2021 12:46 AM

sigh. "One step at a time...."

orange-plane-boy — 08/31/2021 12:47 AM

"Sure! We will try the dome fist then!" he said happily

purplecraze — 08/31/2021 12:48 AM

He nodded a bit timid, lost in thought.

orange-plane-boy — 08/31/2021 12:51 AM

As the other was thinking, Nara started to pile the empty plates

"Y'know; its been a whole lot since i had a friend, is nice to chat with someone of your own age"

purplecraze — 08/31/2021 11:38 PM

"....?" Fugo shook up from his thoughts upon those words.

He didn't quite know how to reply. He'd want to ask if that's really how he saw him, as he couldn't quite believe it. but he didn't want to give him the feeling like he doesn't consider him a friend, or that he doesn't want to or never thought of the possibility.

"err.....yes..... you've had friends before?" seemed safe enough to ask, though there was a small jealous undertone.

orange-plane-boy — 08/31/2021 11:42 PM

"Kinda...? When you are a kid and homeless often you and up in those...circles? I guess? Where a bunch of adults use kids to pickpocket people, yknow, one is a bait and the other steal their stuff, and you kinda make friends with the other kids? But the pay is miserable and thr adults have their fun seeing kids fight over a pice of moldy bread, so is a gamble game, a lot of backstabbing...I guess since mom i never had someone that was really close to me"

purplecraze — 08/31/2021 11:58 PM

"I see..... I can imagine a lot of people being fond of you, though. you're very open and sociable.

It must have been difficult, but I'm glad you had some people to rely on.....err.... I hope I can be the same, to you..." he muttered the last part, rather awkward.

orange-plane-boy — 09/01/2021 12:01 AM

"I mean, you saved me from a pack of wolves, im pretty sure that counts" He laughed

"And its ok, could be worst! Mom was with me till i was 10, so when i ended up alone, i was aready too big to be a chimney sweep, so i got lucky! Now that is a horror job"

purplecraze — 09/01/2021 12:04 AM

'just happened to be there' was whispered under his breath. though it was quite far from where he'd usually wonder around.... why did he end up going there?

"really? what's it like? and what kind of jobs did you do?"

orange-plane-boy — 09/01/2021 12:22 AM

"Oh god, luckly i never did, but basically you have to go inside a chimney with just a brush and a rope, the air is full of cinder  if you dont die crushed inside or burned alive by someone that forget that there is a kid inside, you will die like 5 years later of penomuima"

He laughed but it was a pretty dry laught

"Some of the kids that stole with me did it and they looked aweful.

Me? Mhhh well me and mom used to steal and sometimes we would do-" he stopped "She would do magic tricks in the street while i played the harmonica!" He squeaked "why i never thinked about it??"

purplecraze — 09/01/2021 12:27 AM

Fugo's eyebrows shot up. "hoh! how bold! things that could be borderline explained by slide of hand, I take?"

orange-plane-boy — 09/01/2021 12:30 AM

"Nhh yeah, but im a dummy that didnt connecter the points! But when did some of the tricks with the birdy i felt like i saw em before!" He giggled

"She would pull out doves from super tiny boxes and do some sick tricks with fires and so on! But never really explained how..." he giggled

"And its dumb because i was right behind her, playing the harmonica and i never saw how she pulled her tricks!"

purplecraze — 09/01/2021 10:20 PM

"It's not strange for children to believe in magic, nor to give up on those thoughts once you get older. Though for potents, it's best to start as early as possible...

Being a commoner with magic creates some hardships, so I suppose she didn't want you to worry about it."

#purplecraze #orange plane boy #fugo replies #beauty and the beast AU

[basura-papi]

Dreams and other tales pt 1

We all have dreams that take place in that one location, you know the one, the one where you grew up, or a forest, maybe even a hospital, or field, mine personally was my childhood home.

I often dream of that place and most times when I do I'm scared. I'm especially scared of the windows, I'm scared that whatever's out there, whatever I don't wanna see is going to look right back at me when I peak in between the curtains. In reality I shouldn't be because what I saw in that house as a child, that's what scared me the most.

I remember five different occurrences growing up in that house that stuck with me to this day (mind you I've lived in that house from the age of 5-20?) I'm 28 now. Most happened when I was younger around 7-10, I don't remember much happening after but I'll tell you what I do remember.

The first two that come to mind were when I was watching TV on a weekend night, separate nights of course but, I was curled up on my grandpa's recliner when no one was home when I see this women in a white dress manifest to my right in the middle of the living room and move unaturally behind the recliner. I was startled, I sit up and look around but one's there, window curtains are closed, doors are locked, idk what it could be so I brush it off and continue watching TV.

The second time I'm in the same recliner, it's day time, I stand up for whatever reason and look towards the kitchen when I see the same women glide from one end of kitchen to the other. With chills running down my spine I can't comprehend what I saw but I assume I'm just seeing things.

The third time Im asleep in my grandmother's room when I wake up one morning. Our house at the time was very small so growing up I shared a room with my grandmother while my grandpa slept in the other, different work schedules, she worked very late while he worked very early. I shared the room until I was about 10 but in her room I could see directly into the dining room and some of the living room. They were divided by a big arch way and Infront of that arch way was a chair. Anyways I wake up one morning and see a child there sitting the chair, he had reddish brown hair, pale skin, and fluffy green pj's, pj's you'd see people in the late 1800s to early 1900s wear. He was just sitting staring blankly at the other end of the living room and then he looks at me, I quickly close my eyes but wake up some time later but no one's in the chair.

Another night in the same room I wake up, it's late at night and the door to my grandma's room is wide open as it usually is, my grandma was very I'll so we usually kept it open so my grandpa could check up on her. Well I wake up to see my living room dimly lit up, we had no light in there at the time but it was like a dim street light. A few minutes pass and I see a tall shadowy figure walk by, I assume it's my grandpa at first but it doesn't feel right. My grandpa's around 5'7 but this figure seemed about a foot taller so it couldn't have been him. The figure had on brimmed hat, long coat, shrouded in darkness, I didn't know who he was, but he reminded me of the undertaker. Come to find out many years later that I had saw The Hat Man. Idk why he was there, but I never saw him since and I'm thankful.

The last experience I had was when I was hanging out with my friend Ricky, me and him were about 10 and for some reason we were snooping around my grandpa's closet. We sat in there looking at his clothes and shoes when all of a sudden I feel a hand touch my shoulder, I shout at Ricky to cut it out but he's on the opposite side of the closet, I turn to look at the hand and it looks to be an infant's arm reaching down from in-between some of my grandpa's Polo's (he wore many polos). I scream and run out then Ricky see's the arm and runs out too, the adults in the living room come to check up on us and we tell them of our experience and as we're watching them search the closet they see nothing. We watch them with prying eyes to see if they were just joking with us but they didn't move or take anything. We find the courage to look back in there again but see nothing however we vow to never go back in there again.

I lied, as I'm typing I remember one more occurrence in that house. I remember laying in my grandmother's bed watching the X Games, can't quite remember if it was the winter games or what but I was watching. Anyways it's just me in that room, my grandmother's cooking something in the kitchen while my grandpa's watching TV in the living room when all of a sudden I hear a women call my name, it was very soft, calming, very.. motherly. I look around and again see no one so I call for my grandma asking if she had called for me but she said no. My grandmas voice was just that, elderly in tone so no matter what it couldn't have been her.

That house was something. I was very tense being there no matter the time of the day and especially alone. It never mattered how much courage I had mustered up, no matter how brave and mighty I felt, I was always overwhelmed walking into the darkness, I always felt as if there was someone or something watching me.

Funny enough, no matter how terrified I was I always felt safe, I never felt "Alone". There were break ins all across our street almost every week but we never got broken into but I'd like to think it's because a burglar would peak into our home when physically none of us were there but they would see a figure walking in the house and they'd run away.

Anyways, after some time unfortunately my grandma passed away in that house. I only hope her soul moved on, I'd hate for her to still be there but I still see her in my dreams and oddly enough only when I dream of that house so I'm not sure. I just hope whoever's there now isn't experiencing any of the things I experienced there, not that it was dangerous, it's just, idk, taxing.

Well that's my first entry, people often tell me I should jott my stories and dreams down so I decided I'm finally going to do that but on Tumblr. Idk how much I'm going to put here but if you read it you do and if you got this far leaves me a like and or tell me some of your experiences growing up with the hashtag #Dreamsandtales

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[silverdelirium]

FORBIDDEN FRUIT | R.W

SUMMARY ➠ your childhood best friend’s dad, ron weasley, moved in next door. he can’t help but let temptation get the best of him

WARNINGS ➠ age gap sex (reader is 19), sir and daddy kink, size kink, oral sex (m receiving), mutual masturbation (?), degrading, praising, nicknames (petal, sweetheart, doll, etc.)

WORD COUNT ➠ 1.2k

A/N ➠ i really tried to give this one a plot but my brain is a bit of a mess rn so its pure smut im sorry :(

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you were a forbidden fruit in ron’s eyes.

so sweet-looking and harmless. but also so fucking wrong.

he knows this is not okay, he is aware that if his daughter were to find out what was going on, she might’ve slapped the living shit out of him.

he doesn’t blame her… but fuck, he doesn’t regret it.

the euphoria traveling through his veins were like no other— he did not expect such good head from a nineteen-year-old.

“oh god, petal” he would groan, hand tugging at your disheveled hair while your tongue ran down the vein that decorated his girth.

your pleading eyes showing how bad you needed him.

and who was ron to deny you that?

“please, sir” you babbled, mindlessly slurping around his cock while he gave labored breaths, flexing his muscles as he tried his hardest not to cum on the spot when your tongue teased at his slit.

“go on, sweetheart- put it in your mouth, like the good girl you told me you were.” he grunted, scrunching his eyebrows as you slowly took him in, knees shuffling on the wooden floor of his foyer.

praises dropped from the tip of his tongue like caramel, and you eagerly drank it all up as you deep-throated him, your drool slobbering down your chin as you tried to hold back a gag.

his voice was low and raspy when he spoke, “you’re such a pretty thing, so obedient and so fucking good at sucking cock- as if you’re a little whore off the street” his words dispatched a spark to your engorged clit.

you sent vibrations through his cock as you whimpered around him

your cheeks hollowed as you bobbed your head, eyes trained on the way ron’s abs clenched continuously, probably trying to not fuck your throat raw— not like you would mind.

“sir” you pulled away from him, gasping slightly as you looked up at him, “need you inside me.”

ron chuckled lightly, chest heaving up and down as he lent down to stamp a kiss on your forehead, “listen up, petal, you are nothing but my little fuckdoll, just a little hole for me to use, got that?” he squeezed the sides of your jaw, feeling your neck grow hot as you nodded in submission.

“yes- i’m sorry, sir, just wanna make you feel good” you cried, tears rimming in your eyes as he mocked your pout.

“poor little slut’s just too needy, hm? want my cock buried deep inside you so bad, is that it?” he teased, cock twitching as you moaned lightly, rocking your clit against the heel of your foot.

a whine slipped from your lips, your hips rocking faster now as he wrapped his large palm around his weeping cock, matching your pace as your eyes unfocused.

“need to- cum, please”

he scoffed, “already? is that how fucking desperate you are? cumming from just a little tease on your princess parts, that’s pathetic” his words triggered a set of tears to fall down from your face, yet your stomach fluttered at the degrading.

you gasped, feeling your thighs quiver as you held eye contact with ron, his own release catching up to him as you reached the seventh heaven.

“cumming! i’m cumming!” you warned, squeezing your eyes shut as your arousal drenched your knickers while ron urged you further, drawing out your orgasm from mere words.

“there we go” he said “cumming on your pretty panties like a naughty little girl.”

all you could muster were weak mewls, pawing at his arms as he continued to jerk off, aiming the tip of his cock to your bare thighs, the soft flesh covered in ropes of sticky white substance not even a minute later.

you felt dirty and almost ruined, but god did it feel fucking amazing.

puckering your lips up hazily, ron complied and delivered a messy kiss to your swollen lips.

“we’re not done, sweetheart” he murmured against your mouth, lightly pushing you back until you lay flat on the floor, breasts that spilled out of your tank top from earlier bounced lightly, making ron’s softening member perk up. “i’m gonna fuck your pretty cunt so hard you can barely even sit on it” he threatened.

the thought of being full of him had you spasming, aching to have him inside you.

“daddy” you sobbed.

the nickname had ron’s head thrown back, as well as his dick getting as hard, if not more, as before.

“please, daddy, fuck me hard” you pleaded, spreading your legs and bunching up your skirt at the waist as you revealed the drenched lace that you called underwear.

he groaned, “you bet i will.”

the tip of his rigid cock kissed your slit, drenching itself in your arousal. “you ready, bubba?” he asked, laying a sweet peck on your exposed neck.

“yes”

“yes what?” he slid the head in, making your breath pause.

“yes, daddy”

the stretch was painful as he lulled his hips in further into yours. “atta girl” he sighed.

your thighs shook at the mere burn of his cock prodding your insides. you were nothing but a mush of a brain and meek intakes of breath, whilst ron soothed the urgency your mound begged him with the pad of his thumb.

“faster!” you gasped, wiggling your hips in a weak attempt to intensify the delirium you were falling in.

ron tutted at you, “be patient, sweetheart, i ought to teach you some manners after this, hm?”

he obeyed anyway, pining your hips with one hand as he accelerated his, making the both of you cry out in bliss.

“you like that? like the way i pound into your little pussy?” he taunted, running a finger down the pushed-out skin on your stomach, a little bulge that represented his cock that lay there.

“yes, fuck!” you wailed, giving him a strangled moan as he grazed your sweet spot, your vision dotting with dark stars.

squelching and clapping hit your ears from where you two connected, ron’s eyes darkening as he looked down at the base of his cock covered in a ring of your slick.

“you look so pretty right now” he cooed “creaming all over my cock like a brainless little doll.”

the stand-alone sentence had your ears heating up while your mouth stayed agape, cunt pulsing around him as you reached the peak, ready to fall into cloud nine.

“daddy” you pleaded “i’m gonna cum! i’m gonna cum so hard- please” your walls contracted around him as your muscles gave mini spasms, toes curling and mouth watering as you came with a silent scream.

“that’s a good girl” praised ron “cumming all over daddy’s cock so fucking good”

he was right behind you, dumping streams of cum all over your insides. your name left his lips like a chant as your cunt greedily milked him dry.

it took a few moments for the both of you to calm down, his cum poured out of you once he pulled out; a puddle had formed on the floor from both of your juices.

“aw baby” he started “your cunt’s all messy and puffy already- it’s best if i lick it clean for you, no?”

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