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intern-seraph · 8 months

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as he falls from the sky

You manage to hold on to consciousness despite the powerful magic coaxing you into sleep. Malleus resolves to tire you out, himself.

(originally posted on ao3)

this one was written after malleus' actual ob happened in book 7 lol; title from That Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil

ik that u should be asleep in this scenario but just like. assume porn logic or whatever ok??? mayb being completely non-magical makes u resistant to mal's sleep spell or sth idk!!!

PLEASE heed the warnings!

CWs: mutually dubious consent, overblot smut, angst+smut, bondage, inappropriate use of vines, fem!reader, mild blood, non-human genitalia, malleus draconia has 2 penises, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, possessive behavior, crying, biting

“Malleus…” You struggle to speak, eyelids drifting open and closed. “You’re…” Your mouth tastes bitter and metallic. It’s taking everything in you to fight against the magical sleep, and your digits are starting to feel tingly and numb. The effort makes your head pound. A tiny cry of pain escapes you. In a heartbeat, Malleus scoops you up into his arms.

“Oh, my darling, don’t fight it. You’ll only hurt yourself.” He hushes you, his voice soft and tender despite the ink oozing from his eyes and mouth. One hand rises to cup your cheek and wipe away your tears. He leaves behind a chilly smear of ink. “Your resilience is admirable… but it is time to accept my gift.”

You sob, your fingers curling weakly into his cape. “N-no. You’ll… you’ll get hurt…”

He sighs and shakes his head as if chastising an obstinate child. With long, graceful strides, he moves through the thorny vines and sleeping bodies littering the path to the throne. Malleus cradles you in his lap, humming to himself as he settles in. The tune is uncanny — some part of you recognizes it, but it’s far enough removed from that familiarity to make your stomach turn. “Nothing here can hurt me,” he says abruptly. “You have nothing to fear.”

“You,” is all you manage to say. His electric green eyes widen before lidding heavily as he laughs.

“No, not even myself. I am entirely in control.”

You squirm in his arms. “No!” Another sob. "Listen to me!"

"Shh… it's alright, it's alright. Just close your eyes for me."

"Malleus!"

He seems genuinely harrowed by your scream. You see his jaw tense. "So you refuse to sleep. Then I will tire you out, myself." The oppressive aura surrounding him grows heavier. Around you, more thorny vines slither up the sides of the throne. They begin to curl around your body, gently tugging your arms behind your back and winding around your thighs. The thorns don’t pierce your skin, only plucking tauntingly as you keep squirming. “Be still.”

A gentle hand comes up to cup your cheek. Despite yourself, you lean your head into his palm. The warped affection in his eyes makes your chest hurt, and you sniffle weakly. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. You can feel the imprint of his scales, cool and smooth against your clammy skin. With a dreamy sigh, he leans in and kisses you. His pace is slow, languid, sensual. Deep in your chest, you moan. Soon, you’re returning the kiss. Your arms strain against the vines, aching to touch him.

“There we go, that’s my good girl,” Malleus coos. A shudder rolls down your spine, and you throw your head back as he kisses along your jaw all the way down your neck. His lashes flutter against your skin. Then, hand steadying himself on your thigh, his mouth drags open so he may take your throat in his fangs. Your breath stills. When he bites down, it’s with that same agonizing slowness. Pain takes you. You spasm, screaming, but the vines hold you fast and his teeth only immobilize you further.

After a long few minutes, he releases your throat to lick plaintively at the bleeding puncture wounds left behind. You can’t stop shivering. You make a tiny, broken noise.

“I must apologize, my love. I didn’t want to hurt you, but…” His voice deepens to a growl, and the madness in his glowing eyes sparks to life. “Understand that I am only doing what’s best. My mark will protect you. My gift will preserve you. Accept it. Accept me.” One hand slides down to your waistband. He shoves his fingers under your underwear and runs them through your lower lips. Your hips buck against the vines binding them as you yelp. “Oh, my darling, if you want me this badly, you may have me. And then… then, you will sleep. I’ll be sure to satisfy you completely. You will only have the loveliest dreams. Sssso wet for me… you undersssstand, don't you? Why I musssst keep you? Why you cannot leave me? Precioussss, ssssweet human." His tongue flicks out between his lips, long and serpentine. His hisses fan out over your stinging wounds and the cool air makes you shudder. Beneath your trousers, his fingers prod at your hole and tease you open. He's right: you're dripping wet, shame trickling down your body in little beads of sweat just the same as the pre making your underwear damp and uncomfortable. You grind your teeth against your moans as he begins to fuck you on his fingers. You should be focused on saving him, not —

“Ma… ahn… Malleus!” You throw your head back as you come. You can’t shy away from his persistent thrusts, nor can you roll your hips into his overstimulating touch. It’s painful in a way you can’t help but want more of. You whimper, thrashing in your binds.

“Still not tired out… I see.” His fingers leave you, and you go limp as you catch your breath. Malleus hums in contemplation before he brushes his fingers against your hips. Suddenly, you’re naked. The thorns prick at your newly-bare skin. Groaning, the vines begin to shift you around until you straddle his lap. Beneath you, his cocks brush against your naked thighs — when did he take them out?

“We can’t,” you rasp out. You don’t sound convincing even to yourself. “Y-you’re not all here, and… oh…”

The head of one cock butts up against your hole. He coos at you, the noise soft and birdlike. His knuckles brush the curve of your jaw. “Shhh… let me take care of you, my love.”

You whine. Tears bead along your lashes and drip down your face, smearing through the ink he’d left behind earlier. Gently, he eases you down, continuing to coo and stroke along your jawline. For a moment, as you approach the thickest part of his cock, your breath hitches in your throat. His hips surge up to sheathe himself fully, and you release that breath in a moan. Malleus snarls, smothering the sound as he mashes his lips against yours. One hand seizes your hip while the other settles between your thighs; his long fingers stroke your clit with a jarring gentleness in comparison to the rapid, rhythmless pace he immediately sets. You’re helpless in his grasp. All you can do is squirm and moan and kiss him back as he fucks your hole.

“I love you,” he pants. His claws dig into the meat of your hips as his thrusts become more frantic. “I love you sssso much, don’t you… hah… don’t you undersssstand? I jusssst want to… keep you…” One more thrust; his hips surge up to be flush with yours. You can feel his cocks pulsing as he comes, filling your cunt and splattering on your stomach. His fingers dart down to your clit, and you’re quick to follow him with a whimper. Panting, Malleus looks up at you with glazed eyes. “Forever. You are mine forever.”

The vines surrounding you retreat. You collapse onto Malleus’ lap, thoroughly exhausted. He cradles you in his arms and strokes your sweaty skin. With a snap of his fingers, the filth covering both of you vanishes — you don’t miss how more ink flows from his tear ducts. You reach up with a tremulous hand to wipe at the ink with your thumb but only succeed at smearing it further. “Please,” you whisper. “You need to wake up.”

His smile saddens. He presses his face into the crown of your head, inhaling deeply. In the wake of his fingers’ exploration of your body, a black silk nightgown drapes over you. It’s cool and sleek against your skin, and you shiver and sigh. You feel his lips curve into a gentle smile. “No, my dear. I don’t need to wake up. You need to rest. Aren’t you tired?”

You are.

“Will you accept my gift now, my dear?”

What other choice do you have?

The thorns creep up around the throne. Roses blossom along the curling vines. Malleus reaches out and plucks a blood-red rose, then tucks it behind your ear. It hurts to resist the cloying pull of his magic. The scent of roses grows overwhelming. You let your eyelids droop shut. “Sleep. I will grant you the most wonderful dream.”

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daenysx · 3 months

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Hiya darling, I just saw that your requests were open so obviously I had to jump at the opportunity. Could you write sth about Aegon and maybe the reader is his girlfriend? And this time he promises himself to do things right and not just jump into the physical intimacy right away bc he's serious about her. So he's trying to restrain himself, but she's making it hard for him without even knowing, bc everything seemingly innocent turns him on lol. And then she's a bit irritated bc he's getting irritated and keeps pushing her away and she thinks that maybe she did something wrong?

It doesn't need to be pure smut, but if you could make it a bit spicy and fluffy it'd be greatly appreciated! 💖💖

thank you so much for requesting, angel, i tried my best but honestly i'm not sure if this is good enough ♡ i hope you like it! requests are open!!

aegon targaryen x fem!reader modern au (kinda nsfw)

promises

aegon wakes up to an empty bed.

he blinks slowly, his hair falls on the comfy pillow as he adjusts his head, and he feels the spot next to him. the sheets are still warm but you are not there, confusion and curiousity makes aegon's brain fuzzy the first thing in the morning. he sits on bed, rubs his eyes until he feels numb, and leaves the warmth behind him as he steps out of his room.

it is your first sleepover at aegon's, and he is excited by all means. he remembers the night, the wine bottle, and your smiles. you were glowing under the soft lights of his living room, you gave him lots of kisses, and he kissed you back. he remembers leading you to bed, cuddling you under the sheets, and the way you wrapped your arms around him. he buried his face to your neck as you fall asleep and promised not to ruin what he has with you silently.

aegon's kitchen is big enough but he keeps his glasses at the highest shelves. you are trying to get one of them on your tiptoes, wearing an old shirt from his closet and your sleep shorts. he likes seeing you like this, he decides. like you belong in his life.

you get the glass successfully, you fill it with water and drink it all in one go. aegon watches you, leaning to the wall. you finish the water and put your glass on the counter. turning your back, you see your lover waiting for you to realize him.

"good morning, baby." you say, aegon loves hearing the word baby from your mouth.

"morning." he says back. you give him a kiss on his cheek. "slept well?" you ask, even your morning voice is sweet to him. he nods, brushes his lips on your hair and fakes a kiss. you wrap your arms around his waist as you lead him back to his room.

"it's still early." you say.

"maybe we should go back to sleep." aegon says as he holds your hand.

you both find your ways back to bed, aegon lifts the sheets to get under them. he misses your warmth even though you are here with him, it's addictive and he has never been great with his obsessions. the thoughts of being together with you all the time, every way, makes his head spin. he closes his eyes and takes a calming breath.

aegon has a love-hate relationship with promises. the promises he gave to his mom, i'll be good mom, the promises he gave to aemond, and the promises he keeps giving himself. he thinks they make his life worthy somehow, he tries to prove that he is actually capable of doing something he gave his word for. no one has ever told aegon how hard it is to keep a promise, though. he finds himself imagining different scenarios of him breaking all those promises and being somewhat free.

you came into his life when everything was more difficult. he didn't even know what you see in him, why would someone like you stay with him? you deserve sunshine and happiness, aegon has broken memories behind him. not all of them was his fault to be true, but he had his fair share of ruined relationships. he was expecting to ruin the things with you as well, because why not, but it's not going as he'd guessed. it's going actually well, with you.

he is careful not to make any mistakes, the ones he knows from his past anyways. he is careful not to rush into things with you, even though he wants is badly. you in his apartment, playing with his beloved sunfyre, wearing his shirts, kissing him like he's worth it, calling him baby like he deserves it...he wants everything with you.

"i was thinking we could do something other than sleeping." you say gently, getting him out of his thoughts.

"yeah?" he asks, gets comfy on bed as you stroke his hair. "like what, pretty girl?"

you answer by starting a kiss. aegon parts his lips for you, you lean into him. the kiss lasts for seconds, you can see the first lights of the day in the room. you cup aegon's cheek with your one hand while the other twirls his hair between your fingers. aegon kisses you back and you find the courage to take the next step.

you give him one last kiss as he lies on bed, and you throw one leg over his body to get closer to him. you can feel his hardness under your leg and your stomach tightens. you press yourself as an attempt for relief and aegon holds your thigh to keep you steady. he breaks the kiss to look at you with an expression you don't quite like.

he stays still but you think maybe he's pulling away from you, and your courage feels like there's a pit in your chest. you try to pull your leg back but you can't. you try to smile when he frowns, you are almost ashamed that you are pressing yourself to him when he does nothing.

"i'm sorry." you whisper. "i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

aegon looks at you with glassy eyes. "don't be sorry, please. you never make me uncomfortable."

"i mean-" you start, but the words don't come out easily. "i know we didn't really do anything before but i- i thought-"

insecurity starts dripping from your words and aegon would be damned if he ever let you think you are doing something he doesn't want. "no, no, lovely. it's just-" he says, rubbing your skin. "it's all me. i just- didn't want to rush into things and-"

he stops talking and it worries you. "and what?" you ask silently.

"i don't want to lose this." he sounds afraid and broken. "i don't want to lose what we have. i don't want to ruin everything."

he blinks down a slow tear, and it breaks your heart. "aegon." you say. "you think you will ruin things with me just because we get physical?"

the conversation turns serious so quickly. aegon blinks again. "i've never been good in relationships. i want you so much, but i don't mind waiting. you didn't do anything wrong, it's all me."

"baby." you cup his cheek. "you are my boyfriend, and i want to be closer with you. i promise, you wouldn't ruin anything, and it's all good for me."

he tilts his head to see your eyes. "no rush?"

"no rush." you kiss him on his chin. "but still, you don't have to wait."

aegon kisses you and he feels a deadweight has been lifted from his chest. he thinks it's all gonna be okay, now that you know his true intentions. he pulls you on his lap until he sits on bed, he leans against headboard. the kiss takes his breath away, he helps you sit properly on him.

"we can continue if you want, or we can stop here." he whispers to your ear. "anything you want."

"i want you, aegon." you whisper back.

he likes that combination of words. he helps you take your shorts off without leaving the bed, you pull down his sweatpants and his boxers. aegon touches your inner leg, your skin is hot. he drags his fingers further until he finds what he's looking for.

you lift your hips against him, he's getting harder every passing second. you wrap your fingers around him, stroking him until he's fully hard.

"i'm not gonna last if you keep doing that." he says desperately.

"can we stay like this?"

you smile and give him a kiss. your fingers guide him to your entrance and he helps you putting it in by angling himself properly. your wetness slides against him, he tries to find your clit after a moment of catching his breath. you hold the hand on your cunt, bringing it to your mouth to kiss the back of it.

he agrees, he doesn't think he can manage to last long with fast movements and strong strokes. this is grounding and calming, he is fully inside you and you are comfortable on his lap. you keep him inside you as you put your head on his chest. he kisses your hair and rubs your back.

"thank you for being honest with me." you say. aegon realizes your voice gets sleepy and he keeps rubbing your back.

he kisses your forehead as a way of answering. "come on, let's go back to sleep." he slides down on bed to put his head on the pillow.

you nod. "but we'll continue once we wake up."

aegon laughs. "we kinda have to, i don't know how to handle more of your teasings at this point."

"i'm not teasing you!"

"yeah, baby, of course you're not." he rolls his eyes and smiles.

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rxsilabeth--er · 11 days

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But being a criminal and getting trans!reg pregnant....like it's all planned.

Reader being obsessed with reg from the beginning from when he was just a trainee and committing crimes just so he could visit the scenes and watch reg. Killing people till he's darling boy is head of this case and being the one to bring him in. When he is, he chats up reg at a bar or sth, and poor reg is so clueless. Doesn't the guy he's riding and losing his mind over is the same person who is killing all those young victims he's investigating. By the time he figures it out, everything has gone to hell. And little reg is pregnant with the child of a serial killer. The worst part is that he knows. He can't tell anyone cause if his team finds out he got knocked by the psycho they're trying to catch, he'll lose the respect of the entire bureau. And Reg doesn't want to abort cause he's too stupidly in love with the man that gave him the child. However, he's shocked when he finds out the man made a small mistake in the last crime scene, but his team doesn't know it's killer and reg is a hundred percent sure the clue wasn't a mistake and was all planned out. And know he's interviewing his baby daddy in a small metal room who is highly aware of the tiny life growing inside of him and is too smug about it. With his new role as a potential witness to the case, he decides to offer his help with catching the murder and reg's boss agrees and is grateful to have the help of a local. Soo he grows to be liked by the whole group, and it's torture for reg. He keeps pulling reg into closets and bending him over the desk, promising to give him the little family he's always talked about on their dates, teasing him about how he has always been an over achiever and Regulus knows he could easily let himself hate him had their were not moments where the man was too domestic. Him walking into the office, wrapping his arms around his waist, rubbing his stomach. Talking about how their swert child will come out a genius. How he'll marry reg, whenever his ready. Always carrying with him water so reg is hydrated, doughnuts for the craving. Home-cooked meals, that reg can't help but mouth over. When reg is working too hard he'll walk into the office rub his back and little bump, telling him he shouldn't work too hard, it's bad for the baby, whispering little clues about the case In his ears. He'll buy him presents and make little baby jokes in front of everyone, making everyone confused. They'll ask if he's got a special someone at home and he's like yeah, we're expecting. He'll look reg right in the eye and go "smartest and prettiest little mama I've ever seen" and when it gets too hard for reg to cover the bump, he promises he'll quit but only if reg agrees to live with him.

Sorry, I may have gotten too obsessed 😅 I got this idea at what? 3:50 a.m and now it's 4:22. Had to get it all down immediately 😭

I'm drooling over this, it's such a piece of diamond!!! I NEED IT!! Oh my god, it's so cute yet so sexy!! Here take preggo! Reggie smut in exchange for the amazing gold's price!!| Warnings: dub-con? Slight manhandling, gun on head (reg's fine, dw), reader is kinda unhinged and insane, chocking, reg's pregnant, I have no idea, what came over me to write this...

Thank god, everyone in the office was actually gone out to eat, Regulus said he wasn't feeling and you brightly volunteered to stay behind to care of the Head Detective and the others agree, because you're a local who became VERY close with the group.

And Regulus knew why...Regulus's head felt like it was burning, crying on his knees, spewing insults, yelling, screaming and what not simply to argue with you over the fact that you're always at his office now and he doesn't like it...

You simply grinned down at him, you liked when he cried, it was cute, you know you should be angry at him, but maybe it was the fact that he was pregnant that suddenly made him so cute and made you want to make him cry more and mewl on your cock like that other night in the forest where you pounded in him on the forest floor beside his friend, Barty's house.

Softly you walked close to the kneeling boy, lifting his face softly and grabbing his face tightly, "You cry so damn much, it's fucking annoying how pretty you look." you softly hummed as Regulus's soft whimpering as you grab his arm and lift him up, pulling him up as you sat on his chair, the Head detective's chair.

You let him stand as he continued to scream at you for the next few minutes, maybe it was the pregnancy moodswings but after a few minutes of screaming, he stood there sobbing, pregnancy emotions always got out of hand, you guessed.

Softly he walked closer to you, sitting in your lap, crying in your neck as your hands stroked his thigh and sides, one hand travelling up to the top of his jacket, you softly pulled it off as he continued to cry, whine and sob on your lap, as one hand unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt softly, the other rubbing his thigh, the shirt still tucked in enough to hide his body well.

You snaked your hands inside his shirt, rubbing his stomach where you felt the smallest amount of movement, was it from Reg's breathing or the baby's notice of his father being around, you didn't know, you preferred the latter, knowing the man in your lap could never help his greediness he had over you, his obsession over you which he tried SO HARD to deny always made you grin and made you think how cute he'd like crying on your cock.

The other hand softly unbutton his trousers, your hands slipped inside his pants on his hips, holding his hips softly as you pet his hips a bit for him to lift his hips for you remove his trousers. Throwing them haphazardly, your fingers softly grazed his clothed cunt, already starting to wet and leak even through his panties, "Oh? Already wet...expected this from you honestly." you hummed softly, taking his hand on yours and guiding it to your trousers.

As he unbuttoned your pants, you simply pushed his panties aside and stroked his cunt and clit, but not touching him where he wants. Panting and whining, he simply pulled out your cock, whining as you simply sighed. "Pitiful.." you stared at him, but he's pregnant, might as well be sweet right?

So that's how he ended up riding you, wailing and moaning like it's nobody's business as his fingers were plunged in your mouth, plugging your mouth as you sucked and slobbered over his fingers like he did on your cock with a smirk seeing him go crazy and whiny simply from bouncing over you, one of your hands rubbing and squeezing his clit and the other rubbing his tummy which was seemingly growing to show your kid inside him...

Thrusting up into his cunt, the hand which was on his stomach moved up to softly pinch his nipples just as the ringtone of your phone rang through the office, as Regulus's cries resonated within the walls, just before you pulled his panties you tore off of him and shoved it in his mouth, taking the call, putting it on speaker and placing it on the table, while one of your hands held his wrists tightly, while the other moved to hold his throat.

Noticing his movements stopped, you leaned close to his tear-stricken face and asked, "What? Did I ask you to stop? Continue fucking riding." you said softly, you were sure if not for the panties stuck in his mouth and your hand on his throat he would whine loudly to show everyone what was happening.

"Hello?" Barty's voice came from the call, "Yeah? Hello Barty!!" You asked brightly, in contrary to how you were fucking Regulus on your dick. As Regulus continued to bounce on top you, "Yeah, uh, we're reaching the station back in like two to three minutes." Barty said as all blood ran from Regulus's face while you only smirked,

"Oh? Oh, please, do come early...I miss you all and if not me, then Reggie sure does, don't you?" you said smirking as Barty laughed over the phone, "I bet, aight, I'll tell Evan to drive faster, can't leave our besties alone, can we? See you!" he said before hanging up as you pulled Regulus's panties out his mouth, making him whine as you pressed down on his throat and rubbed his clit a bit harshly,

"Why-...Why would you..you-fuck! Why would you do that?!" he asked, trying to be angry, but his exterior flattered the moment you thrust inside of him, hearing him wail.

"Come on, hurry up, don't you want to cum? If not now, then you'll have to wait up until, I don't know....a few hours?" you said as he suddenly began speeding his movements up, as you relaxed in the chair, groaning as you kissed his chest and left hickeys, biting him as he simply whined and tried his best to ride you. Your hands no longer working on his body neither did you put in any effort, if he wanted it, he can have it all by himself especially after screaming at you,

"i'm still upset at you yelling at me, so I will relax, you use me and get yourself off." you said simply, hands simply on his stomach, stroking his swelling belly, letting him use you.

Regulus tried his best to replicate the feelings of you, pinching his nipples, squeezing his clit, plunging your fingers in his hole besides your cock if you felt more mean, or the way your cock touched parts of his body his long fingers couldn't even reach...

His wet finger rubbing his own clit, as he ride to bounce himself on top of you like you always force him to, the other hand on top of yours on his stomach, feeling your cock bulging in his stomach, it was hurting, but he simply couldn't reach his good points!

What the hell, you're supposed to care for him, your baby's momma, your pretty little baby and your gorgeous princess (as you called him in a degrading way).

It wasn't helping that you were pinching his nipples seemingly out of nowhere and reminding him, "Come on, don't want the whole sector to know you're a whore right? They're gonna be here any minute now." he said. His pleasure was teetering between too much and too little and it was driving him wild,

"Ah-fuck!...please! I-I'm..fuck..I'm sorry, it's not working!!" he whined, his tears dripped down his cheeks with drool also falling down his cheeks making you shake your head, "I'm sorry, baby. You're on your own." you said simply, groaning as he clamped down on your, throwing your head back, sadism making you feel happy and a smirk on your lips as he again began to move up and down, his thighs burning just as the sounds of other's car's parking was heard.

"Oh, looks like they're here, awwhhh, baby, hurry up, come on, cum." you said with fake pity as Regulus let out a loud whine, near scream,

"PLEASE! I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry...Please..it hurts and I-fuck! Can't do it, I need you, I need you!....in here..Please daddy? Don't wanna pleasure your little cumslut...am I not carrying your baby?" he softly, whined taking your hand and placing it on his dripping cunt softly throwing his head back, you groaned and rolled your eyes as you held his hips, the fucking cumslut was smart and fucking cute,

"Awhh, fine. But hear me slut, you're not cumming the whole night after this." he said as he nodded desperately, "Fine, yes, yes!!" he nodded as you looked over to see Barty, Evan, Pandora, James, Sirius, Remus, Lily and literally everyone in the group was entering the building.

You quickly pulled out and flipped him over, slamming back inside as you pounded him on the table, as you looked over the desk to see your gun that confiscated in a opened drawer, pulling it you softly placed it on his head, making Regulus tense up, as you continued to pound inside him, spanking his ass red and rubbing it softly between your warmed up palm of the other hand before it moved to bundle up in his hair to pull up his falling and lolling head as his whined,

"Awhh, what? Scared, baby? You should be. Fucking brat, you should be fucking grateful I don't pull the trigger for almost revealing my identity...But fuck, baby, I love you." you hummed moving fast, moving the fun down to nudge his clit with the cold metal as you pounded in him, pulling his hair, and biting his shoulders, you were dressed up but he wasn't except his opened shirt hanging from his shoulders.

Regulus's whines began to be more high-pitched and faster, "Uh..No, wait..it feels weird, sir! PLEASE! It-fuck, feels like I'm gonna pee...Please, no i'm-ngh!...I'm gonna cum." he whined, thrashing softly as you placed the gun back on the table and shoved fingers in his mouth, gagging him on them, as the other pinched and rubbed his clit roughly, you could hear the other's footsteps outside on the corridors...

"Fucking cum, I better not get caught. They're just outside the door, sweetheart." you hissed as Regulus whined and let out a soundless cream as he squirted over you dripping down as he clamped down on your cock, his head dizzy as he whined softly.

That pushed you over the edge as you quickly came inside him and pulled out, staring at his dripped ass as Regulus scrambled to get his articles of clothing, including the ripped up panties and ran to the bathroom, banging the door closed just as the door opened to them, "Hey!! We got food for you as well!!" Pandora said brightly holding up a bag as they all stare at you fixing your unbutton shirts with a sweet smile, back on your lips,

"Hi, welcome back!! Where were you all gone for?" you asked, fixing your pants behind the desk hiding you as you smiled brightly. "Oh, nowhere really." Mary said sighing as she pulled up a chair beside you as you sat on the Head Detective's desk, "Where is Regulus?" Dorcas asked, as you slightly panicked, "Oh, uh, he's in the bathroom." you said smiling nodding towards the bathroom in the office.

Everyone nodded as Pandora handed you the food bag, "Oh yeah, speaking of. Reminds me, you look unsuually happy, are you expecting someone at home?" James asked smiling, as you nodded with a boyish grin,

"Yep, i'm expecting a baby!" You said just as Regulus walked out wiping his face with a napkin, his clothes back on, " the prettiest and gorgeous mama I've ever seen.." you said softly smiling at Regulus who blushed and walked closer, shooing you to get your own chair...

You pulled one beside him, as everyone began leaving to go back to different things they had to work on, as you ate your food in silence with Regulus, pulling him back to sit in your lap on the Head Detective's chair, a hand on his tummy.

You didn't really notice it, but after the few months, he was honestly starting to show, if not for the fact that he wore a brown blazer over it that hid his stomach, but if he wasn't wearing it, it was blatantly obvious as you stared at his stomach.

Regulus noticing your gaze no tummy, he hid it under his arms, his insecurity skyrocketed since becoming pregnant, but despite being insane it would be wrong to lie since he was looking gorgeous than anything,

"Quit this job, I'll take care of you." you blurted out suddenly making Regulus glare at you, "You have a lot of fucking audacity." he said pulling you close by your collar, "I'm serious...I don't want you to be held responsible if I got caught being a killer, I want you and the baby to be safe, quit this. I have money, I'll take care of you." you said softly, rubbing his stomach with one of the rare, genuine smile you held making Regulus a bit surprised but sigh,

"I'll see...", "Thank sweet mama.. :)"

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hotchsofficialwifey · 8 months

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Heyo, I'm about as new to requests as you are to writing fanfictions, so please also bear with me if I do this wrong xD Also, just write and don't say sorry, after all we should be thanking you for putting your content out there :3 Thanks for doing this! Looking forward to your stories :-) So for the prompts:

- Jonathan Crane date with scientist!reader (I'd be really interested in something completely different from Crane's interests, like computer science/math). Maybe they know each other from university and get in touch again when he works at Arkham and appears on the news or sth.

- Neil Lewis smut where the reader crushes a little too much on a character in a movie (👀) and Neil gets jealous.

- Jonathan Crane fluff/smut where the reader has a nightmare and Crane tries to comfort them while also being turned on by the fear? xD

hi! thanks so much for your request, sorry it took me so long to get to it. I'll try to do all of your requests but i'll start with the last one. thanks again, hope you enjoy!

summary: your sleeping over at your boyfriend Jonathan's house when you have a terrible nightmare. thankfully, he's there to help.

pairing: jonathan crane x fem!reader

warnings: light smut (jonathan's horny but nothing really happens, more smut to come later ;) ), fluff, descriptions of a bad dream (nothing too scary, dw), use of fear toxin, hurt/comfort,

You're sitting on a field, eating ice cream on a sunny day, and the drizzling rain doesn't deter you from enjoying your summer afternoon. The world is bright, fun, colorful, and at ease.

But it all passes as soon as it came. The drizzling rain turns into booming thunder, and it pours and pours like buckets. You run into a nearby store, soaking wet and praying for a safe place to wait out the storm. The sky is a nauseating shade of grey, you notice once in the safety of the store. Then, you see it. A shadow lurking in the walls with red piercing eyes. Your breath catches in your throat as you inch away from it.

It, however, lunges towards you, and initiates a chase. You're running through the pouring rain, heart pounding and screaming for help, but the world is empty. Silent. Under different circumstances, maybe even peaceful. You run faster and harder, wailing and begging for help, but when you turn around...it's gone! You sigh in relief, but hide behind a tree for safe-keeping. You wait a few moments, but the coast seems clear. As soon as you begin to walk back to the store, your snatched by a shadowy claw wrapped around your neck.

You wake with a jolt, gasping as your eyes shoot open. It was a dream, you think. Just a dream.

"You okay?" A gravely, half-asleep voice asks. You turn to see Jonathan's soft brown eyes, and your heart slows at the sight of him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." You say, still slightly breathless. But upon remembering the dream, tears resurface in your eyes. " I just had a really fucked up dream." You say with a quivering voice.

"Oh, baby." Jonathan coos, wrapping his arms around you. "It's okay..." He murmurs. His voice is sweet as honey, but his mind is far from it. The tightening in his pants only grows as tears begin to stream down your face and land on his white shirt. He shifts uncomfortably, hoping you don't notice how flustered he is as his hand rubs your back carefully.

"Jonny?" Your sweet voice calls. "You okay?"

He nods quickly, trying to play it cool.

"Yeah..." he smiles. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just go back to sleep, sweetheart..." As you both lay back down, he quickly hides the can of fear toxin he used on you.

a/n: yay, first fic on here!! not my best work, but i wanted to write a little something because i feel like I kept y'all waiting for too long lol. hope this was okay, much more to come soon!

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #fanfic #jonathan crane #Jonathan crane fluff #light smut #hurt/comfort #nightmares #dc universe #the scarecrow #scarecrow #cillian murphy fluff

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bellyasks · 12 days

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prompts for reader and their best friend watching a movie, but sth he (best friend) ate wasn’t fine and his tummy starts to hurt really bad??

[warning for some implied/potential emeto]

You're happily watching the movie when you hear a pained rumble from beside you. You glance down to see your friend's belly protruding uncomfortably beneath their hands. They're clearly trying to hide their discomfort, staring nervously at the screen and attempting to avoid eye contact, but both their belly and their face are betraying them. What do you do?

You notice that your friend seems to be feeling a little under the weather during the movie, but neither of you says anything about it. You personally don't think much of it until something gross happens onscreen. Your friend covers their mouth as their stomach lurches, but they recover, finally sitting back with a shaky gulp. What's your next course of action? Do you have any remedies for your friend's upset tummy?

Your friend's upset tummy is gurgling and grumbling unhappily, and it's particularly noticeable during the quiet parts of the movie. You even miss a very soft bit of dialogue because of it and have to rewind to hear it. Embarrassed, they apologize and start to suggest that maybe they should leave. Do you stop the movie to take care of them? Reassure them that it's alright?

You've been looking forward to this movie night all week, but just as it's getting good, your friend starts whining about their belly. They're pulling your hand to their achy middle for rubs, laying their head on your shoulder, groaning and complaining, and overall being a total drama queen. You really want to watch the movie, but your friend is begging for your attention. Do you give it to them?

You're watching some fabulously repulsive body horror masterpiece filled with the finest slime and gore the 80s had to offer. You glance over at your friend to find that they're looking a little green and clammy, and you realize that David Cronenb*rg is about to be personally responsible for ruining your couch upholstery (although Chef Boyardee definitely helped). Do you stop the movie? Are you able to help soothe your friend's unsteady stomach before anything terrible happens?

You and your friend are enjoying an assortment of snacks you picked out for your movie night, and even as your friend starts feeling not so great, they can't help but keep picking at the snacks. They make a point of trying to stop at least once, but the allure of popcorn and pizza rolls is far too strong. Do you try to get them to stop eating, or does their belly stop them first?

#prompts #belly kink #tummy kink #stomachache kink #bellyache #belly #my post

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headkiss · 1 year

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hii!! how r u?? i hope fine :) i love ur work so much and i was wondering if u could write sth with steve, maybe r being tired and ready for a nap but she cant cause then she wont sleep at night and that stresses her out so steve kinda forceses her not to sleep and r is like cuddly and stuff ?? ignore how detailed that was. feel free to change however you like

hiii i’m good ty!! hope u are too <33 tysm for ur request, as a tired girl, i enjoyed writing this one :)) | 0.5k major fluff

You’re watching random reruns on TV with Steve when your tiredness hits you. The heavy eyes, the droopy head that you have to jerk back up to keep yourself awake.

It’s probably the fifth time you do it when Steve—with his arm around your shoulders, his thigh against yours—huffs a laugh.

“You can sleep if you want to.”

“No, I can’t,” you whine, your head tilting back to rest on his arm.

“Why not? You can barely keep your eyes open.”

He’s right. You’re tired often, but it seems to be hitting you harder today.

“Because, if I sleep now, I won’t be able to fall asleep tonight.”

Sleep for you is already hard to come by at night, and Steve knows that. It’s probably why he thinks you should get some rest now. As good as a nap sounds, you know it’ll only make things worse for you tonight.

“Sweetheart.”

“You know I’m right.”

You are, but Steve just wants you to feel better. On the bad nights, he’ll stay awake with you until you fall asleep, no matter how late (early?) it is. He squeezes his arm around you.

“Okay. Do you want me to make coffee?”

He’s so quick to offer and it makes you smile. Most caring boy ever, especially with you. Instead of telling you you’re being silly, or something like that, all he wants to do is help in any way he can.

“Mmm. Then I’ll be too awake, you know?”

“How about a non-drowsy tea?”

“That would be nice.”

“‘Kay. I’ll put the kettle on.”

He stands from the couch, leaving a kiss on your forehead before he leaves.

You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, the clink of a mug on the counter, the tap running. It’s so nice to live with someone you love, you think, to get to hear them be present all the time. So peaceful, that your eyes are heavy all over again.

You get up to avoid shutting your eyes, walking to the kitchen. For a minute, you just observe him. The way his t-shirt stretches across his back, the way his hair sits a bit messier from leaning on the cushions.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist from behind, dropping your cheek to rest between his shoulders.

Steve jumps just a bit, “you scared me. Sneaky thing.”

“Sorry,” you mumble against his back.

His hands run across your arms, “don’t you dare be sorry for hugging me.”

He squeezes your arms lightly before going back to your tea. The kettle’s placed on the stove, the tea bag ripped open and dropped into your mug. Then, he turns in your hold.

Your head is tilted upwards to look at him, and Steve can’t stop himself from pushing your hair from your face gently.

“Hi,” you say, a lazy smile on your face.

“Hi.” He pecks you once, twice, three times. “Still tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. Hopefully this’ll help.”

Before you can say anything he grabs your hand and spins you around, making you dance with him with no music besides the sound of the kettle getting warmer on the stove.

“Steve,” you try to sound like you’re complaining, but the smile is evident in your voice.

This is much better than napping, you think.

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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Hi 😄 might I request sth for Atin from one of the kiss prompts, I believe it was sth like „Finger tracing their bottom lip, eyes never leaving their parted lips, before meeting them in the middle again, because one time isn’t enough“ ? Thank you!

Just One More

Summary: When Atin returns from being gone for so long, you find yourself horrible distracted by him.

Pairing: Atin Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 690

Warnings: Making out

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: Hihi! I'm so sorry this took so long to get to, but I finally came up with an idea that made me happy! Thank you so much for your request! Please feel free to send more!! ❤️

Divider by Saradika

“My brothers say that our relationship doesn’t make sense,”

You start and drop your bag on the ground as you hear Atin’s unexpected voice from behind you. You spin on your heels and beam at Atin, “You’re back!”

“I’m back.” Atin agrees, holding his arms open for you as you fling yourself into his arms. He catches you and holds you in a tight hug, and he presses a light kiss to the top of your head as you press yourself as close to him as you can.

Eventually you pull away and look up into his eyes, your delighted smile never once fading, “I wasn’t expecting you for at least a couple of weeks!” And then you blink at him, his original comment finally registering, “What do you mean we don’t make sense?”

Atin chuckles, and tugs on the jacket you’re wearing. It’s covered in storm clouds and suns, since you were teaching your students about the weather today. “They say that you’re super fun and interesting, and I’m not either. So I must be blackmailing you.”

Your jaw drops, “That’s so mean!”

“Well, that’s family for you.”

“Besides, I asked you out, not the other way around!” You continue, offended on his behalf.

“Yeah, they don’t know that.” Atin replies easily, “I didn’t tell them that.”

You squint at him, “What did you tell them?”

“Nothing. They saw us on a date and then decided to snoop on both of us.” He sighs, “Anyway, they want to meet you.”

“They do? I thought they didn’t approve?”

“They don’t approve of me dating you. They like you.”

“What? That’s awful!”

“Oh, cyare.” He cups your face with his hands, a grin on his handsome face, “You’re far too soft hearted.” Atin teases as he squishes your cheeks together.

“I teach kindergarten, I’m allowed!” You reply.

Atin laughs quietly, “You are allowed. I cherish how softhearted you are. Because you’re just as soft with me.” He leans in to lightly bump his forehead against yours. And you smile and close your eyes as you lean into his touch.

The pair of you are quiet for a moment, just enjoying each other's company after being separated for as long as you have been, and then Atin gently strokes your cheek, “Did you have a good day, cyare?”

“I did. We learned about the weather today.” You say quietly, “My kids are so adorable.” You add with a fond little smile.

“Hm…adorable enough to want your own?” Atin asks, his voice just as soft as yours.

“Mm…maybe, someday.” You open your eyes to look into his, “Are you offering?” Your voice is light and warm, teasing but not judgemental.

“Maybe, someday.” He repeats your words to you, and then tilts your head back so he’s able to catch your lips in a gentle kiss. A gentle kiss that becomes much, much more passionate as he pulls you closer.

When he breaks the kiss, your lips are parted and you’re watching him through half-lidded eyes.

Atin’s thumb traces over your bottom lip, and his gaze remains locked on your lips. Your tongue lightly brushes against his thumb, and a groan rumbles from his throat. He leans in for another kiss, and you meet him halfway.

With you two, one kiss is never enough. Neither is two or three. When you’re together, you can’t seem to keep your hands or your lips off each other.

You break the kiss this time, and Atin chases your lips, causing you to giggle, “We should-,” You’re cut off when his lips succeed in catching your own in a deep kiss.

“We-” It happens again.

“We need to-” And again.

“Can’t stay here,” You finally manage to get out, as his lips hover over yours.

“Just one more,” Atin pleads, as his breath fans across your face, “Just one more kiss, and then we can leave.”

“Okay,” You whisper, “Just one more.”

Atin’s lips crash against yours, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he holds you flush against him.

And when that kiss turns into another one, and another…well, you’re not surprised.

#star wars #tcw #atin skirata x reader #atin x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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Girl how about erwin smith with pregnant s/o

He's VERY gentle with you.

He won't let you do ANY housework. Even when you're at the start of it (the first 3-4 months) and you CAN STILL do stuff like cook and clean and keep the house in a perfect shape.

Yeah, this man won't let you do anything and it's mostly about his ego because "Erwin Smith's wife" is not allowed to do any housework in the first place.

"Erwin Smith's wife" is not a servant, she is royalty and should be treated as such. This man is large, but not just physically, his mindset as well is set on the extremes. Which means that he doesn't mind spending his entire fortune on a 20-member staff to handle the house and the cleaning and cooking so that you'd have nothing to do except sit back nurture your baby growing inside you and just focus on being pretty for him.

But let's be honest, on whatever universe you find this man, he's rich, so he won't be really spending his fortune, this man's got money and he's not hesitating to spend it all on you.

Also, he loves how needier you get. The second he comes home from work he finds you clinging on him and he LOVES THAT. This man NEEDS attention even though he would never admit it. For example, he can be just sitting there, doing paperwork and how dare you have your attention on literally anything else and not him????

He's like I'M RIGHT HERE, AND WAITING TO BE ✨LOVED✨

So imagine how much he loves it when you're hormones are going insane and all you need is him to be around and baby you and spoil you.

Also, he cruddles your belly in the nights 🥺🥺🥺 he's the big spoon, holding you close, your back against his chest and the large warm palms of his hands are holding your growing belly 🥺🥺🥺🥺

My personal HC is he doesn't know how to cook or do housework, he only knows some basics in cleaning, BUT he's either gonna learn or pay for someone to do all the work for you.

Basically, he just wants you to do absolutely nothing and just rest because your body is already working so much for the both of you.

Ooohhh boy when the baby starts kicking??? HE'S GONNA PROBABLY START CRYING AHAHAH

maybe he'll def start crying but if we're talking about canon!Erwin, he probably wont cry BUT modern!AU!Erwin will DEF cry

This man straightup talks to your belly.

He comes back from home, doesn't even tell you hello, he just kneels down to come face to face with your belly and he's like "hello little one" or sth like that.

Kisses your belly a lot

Massages your legs, your back, wherever you're hurting

carries you to bed when he finds you asleep on the couch or your favourite armchair (no matter how heavier you get, he's a strong man he can scoop you up effortlessly)

I've said this before but, your first child is a boy I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

IT'S DEF A BLONDE BOY WHO GOT BUSHY EYEBROWS AND BLUE EYES and is the spitting image of his dad and also personalitywise

And when the day comes for you to give birth, modern AU Erwin panics LMAO he'll panic so much you'll have to be the one to calm him down

if it's canon!Erwin, bitch what do you expect, he won't even be there when you give birth 💀

ok ok ok jk jk he'll come running to you. He'll probably not get the chance to hear you scream or hold your hand, but he'll definitely make it in the end.

Poor man's too busy, we have to accept that canon!Erwin would put his job and duties above you and your child AND THAT'S SAD BUT that's how erwin is why are we simping for him is there sth wrong with us-

OK BUT IMAGINE the angsty scenario where you give birth whilst he's getting killed in some battle denjwehgijw AND ONCE you hold your baby for the first time, some soldier walks in and tells you the commander is dead efjghiigrinj and then you realise your son looks exactly like him AND IM NOT OK WITH THIS SCENARIO but im tempted to write that cuz im a masochistic bitch 👀

ok this is the only time canon!Erwin might cry, when your baby first comes to life. Modern AU Erwin will be bawling his eyes out uwu

DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE SEX LIFE

NSFW BELOW, MDNI, GTFO, CHILDREN, IF THE PATRON SAIT OF ERWIN HOES GOES TO JAIL, THEN WHO'S GONNA WRITE ERWIN CONTENT????

Ok well

remember when i said you're needy while pregnant?

welllll daddy erwin will definitely spoil you on that part too

it's amazing how he can pull so many orgasms out of you

you're so damn sensitive the man is going insane, and you're always so ready for another and another

he'll go down on you and suck on your poor clit till you're gushing all over his face and you're shaking and begging him to stop but he just won't njdejgjwkkgj

daddy kink ofc ofc ofc ofc ALWAYS daddy kink he's the daddiest

especially when you start to get insecure about your body, daddy erwin is gonna make sure to make you feel like the prettiest woman

he's gonna settle you on his lap in front of a full body mirror and he's either going to fuck up into you or just play with your swollen, puffy cunt for hours

"eyes on the mirror, sweetheart," his hot breath brushes against your ear as you both watch his big, fat cock disappearing inside your pussy "daddy wants you to see how fucking beautiful you are,"

but ofc the sex is slow and tender and soft and UWU

he doesn't want to hurt you so he's being so very gentle with you with every move he makes on you

erwin is a large man, ok? and chances are, his size kink kicked in when he chose you, so you're small (and even if you're not HE'S STILL a large, strong man) so the fear of hurting you in some way is always there especially when you're carrying his child so he's VERY careful when handling you

ok i can't think of anything else at the moment im writing this while at work LMAO

tysm for the awesome ask, anon, uwu

imma @ ppl later uwuwuwuwuw tysm for reading!

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drivinmeinsane · 6 months

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Gosh i like the ken and pecan fic its so goofy(and cute!), funny fic like this tickles me and i want more!

Maybe something funny like clumsy stalker you x driver who totally acknowledge your existence.

Or maybe ‘try to make Six laugh challenge’ sth like that.

Again, ty for all the nice fics!

I'm glad you liked it! I loved both your suggestions, but I went with the Driver and clumsy stalker prompt. I hope this little drabble is satisfactory! (●'◡'●)

{ masterlist }

※ Summary: You're not as stealthy as you think you are. Driver can only let your stalking continue for so long.

※ Rating: 18+ for mention of explicit content

※ Word count: 861

Your hands are shaky while you frantically scribble on a page of the notebook you’re clutching. Your eyes dart between the paper and the man you’ve been following for countless days. Trailing after him should be thankless work, but it’s not, not to you. Every glimpse of the quiet, nameless man feels like balm applied to a festering wound.

Driver. You can’t stop thinking about him. He haunts your every waking thought. You’ve had too many of those these past few days. He hardly ever sleeps which has led to you living the same lifestyle. You’re never rewarded for your diligence by the sight of him settling under the covers, but once you got something better instead. There was a very memorable night where you swear he looked you right in the eyes as you stood on the fire escape peering through his window. He had taken himself in hand, leather encased grip tight around his erection and got himself off. His gaze was locked onto the blinds the entire time, and didn’t falter even as he came. His head lolled back on the wall behind him, a challenging expression in those blue eyes. You had almost bitten through your lip trying to keep silent. Thinking about it sends a distressing warmth through you.

He’s a difficult man to keep track of and you lose sight of him constantly. He’s also unsettlingly observant. You’ve long since lost track of the times where you’ve had to quickly try to hide because he’s turned to stare in your direction. Sometimes you're certain that he’s looking right at you, his eyebrows raised. His routine is simple though. You keep a running list of each activity he does. You’ve discovered that his entire world revolves around cars. His time is broken up between his shifts at the garage, stunt work, performing as a getaway driver, working on his own car, and driving in his own free time. He rarely gives himself the time to eat or sleep. In his down time between stunts at the movie lot, you’ve seen him fidget with a rubix cube and endless paper coffee cups. It seems like he has a hard time keeping still. You’ve wondered more than once if he’s lonely.

Too distracted by your reflection on the object of your interest, you make a critical mistake. Your stalking game comes crashing down the minute you trip noisily into the side of a recycling bin. You try to muffle the sounds that you accidentally caused, but it’s too late. Driver stops dead in his tracks on the way to his Chevy Malibu. He pivots and looks directly at you while you try to feign nonchalance. It’s futile, you’ve been caught. There’s a cold recognition in his eyes that makes your stomach flip. You swallow and look away, the notebook falls out of your suddenly weak hands when you register that he’s walking towards you.

He crowds into your space, toothpick in his mouth. His expression is neutral despite nearly pinning you to the brick behind you with the presence of his body alone. He’s unreadable.

“Who’re you working for?” His voice is calm. Too calm.

“No one!” You gasp.

He grabs your upper arm. Hard. You try to pull from his grasp, but he only tightens his hold. You feel tears start to prick at your eyes.

“Then why’ve you been following me?” He asks. Of course he’s seen you. You could kick yourself for not being sneaky enough. You should have known someone like him would catch on almost immediately.

“I saw you leaving your apartment one day and I couldn’t stop wanting to see you.”

He’s silent for a long moment, contemplative. You feel like he’s going to grind your bones to dust, the grip he has on you is so strong. You don’t dare push him by trying to break free again. He’s not patient enough for that. You’ve seen enough of him to know not to toe the line here. You cringe as he finally glances down at the open notebook at your feet. It’s open to a drawing of him that you had hastily done while he sat in his car earlier today. Notes are scattered on the page in careful handwriting. Your face feels like it’s on fire.

“I’m sorry. I made a mistake!” You blurt out. That gets him to pull his eyes away from your work and back to your face.

“Did you?” His tone is softer, almost intimately so. His hand shifts and he rubs his thumb over your skin, letting up on the crushing pressure. Maybe he’s not disgusted by you. A tendril of hope blindly takes hold in your chest.

You look him directly in the eyes and repeat his words back. “Did I?”

A slow smile spreads across his face. It’s a little lopsided. You see a flash of his teeth. It’s predatory. He takes his hand off your arm, but you make the choice to chase it. Your fingers collide, tangling together. The leather is soft and warm against your palm.

You let him guide you to his car.

#Drive (2011)#Driver #Driver x Reader #My posts #Drabble #From you

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sansaorgana · 1 year

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Hii !! I Love your modern au so much

I was thinking if u can write sth about reader and aegon modern when thet like hooking up of course bc aegon is not boyfriend material and reader doesnt want to get involved but aegon is slut for her and he falls in love and prove her that he can be good boyfriend and stops looking at girls and stuff :(((

hi, babes! a little disclaimer here: in general I don't feel very comfy writing one night stands and fwb dynamics etc., I prefer steady relationships. but Aegon is just screaming fuck buddy, doesn't he? 🤣

• he would tell you jokingly once after you had sex that he would want to be your boyfriend

• you laughed and it hurt him. of course he knows why you don't believe him but it still hurt

• he would ask Helaena and Alicent what do girls like and want. Helaena wouldn't be much helpful and Alicent would start talking from the middle aged woman's point of view, so that wouldn't be much helpful either

• so Aegon tries on his own to become a better person for you

• it starts with cleaning his room. he is even willing to throw away some things like playboy magazines and porno mangas he has been hoarding for years

• speaking of porn, he stops watching it. of course he's addicted so it's not easy but every time he feels like watching porn, he chooses to work out instead (of course he has a punching bag inside his room)

• he deletes all his tinder-like apps and blocks all the girls he is and was actively sexting with

• he tries to drink less and to smoke weed less. once again – it's an addiction and it's not easy to overcome but he wants to be more sober. with that, maybe he would even ask his mother for help so he'd start attending some therapy.

• HE ASKS AEMOND WHAT BOOKS SHOULD HE READ TO BECOME MORE EDUCATED. BELIEVE ME, YOU'D LIKE TO SEE AEMOND'S FACE

• you catch him one day laying on his bed and reading some classic book like Shakespeare or Edgar Allan Poe or Ernest Hemingway and you're like... shocked

• he blushes and he admits he doesn't understand much and that he sucks and that he's stupid... you know, he'd vent

• you'd sit next to him and take the book gently from his hands. you'd ask why is he reading that and he'd admit he wants to be more educated, which you find adorable

• you go through the book with him, reading it out loud and analyzing together page by page and chapter by chapter, googling together all the meanings and metaphors. it becomes a new fun activity for you both – reading classic books

• with time he starts to get really into that and he keeps coming to Aemond to recommend more titles. he even starts to find the new ones by himself

• and one day, during that reading session – your private book club for two as Alicent likes to call it as she brings you snacks to Aegon's bedroom – you look into his eyes and fix his hair before leaning in to kiss him softly and sweetly

• Aegon is surprised but very pleased. "it's all for you, you know that?", he shyly asks

• "I know," you say

• on that day you don't have sex. you make love for the first time being together and nothing is the same ever since. you're his girl 🤍

#sansaorgana: Answered #lovely anons #Aegon Targaryen x Reader #modernhotdau

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homeless202 · 1 year

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No Home Prompts/Headcanons

[feel free to use these as inspiration for fanfics or fanart. tag me if you post it!!]

(disclaimer 1: this is prolly very ooc but it's also not supposed to be realistic. disclaimer 2: a lot of these are centered around Haejoon and Eunyung and can be interpreted as /r or /p)

HJ stopping someone from harassing EY, similar to the frying pan scene. [one concrete scenario i have is a teacher/supervisor wanting to cut EY's hair and HJ, who's standing next to him (i imagine all dorm boys lined up for the lights-out roll call), grabs the scissors out of their hand and throws it out the window. HJ: "you should go grab them if you don't want them to rust" so the supervisor goes away. badass HJ (altho he's too much of a model student to spite a teacher like that). EY is confused and in awe. bonus points if there's witnesses who marvel at HJ's badassery and authority defiance.]

all 6 MCs hanging out in the clubroom and HJ does sth cool or impressive (maybe sings out loud and it sounds good). juwan and minju are panicking bc 'holy shit he's so hot i want him carnally' like tearing up, rolling on the floor type craving. marie is watching them freak tf out, completely unimpressed, with an expression like she's on the office. hara is like 'hey man, that sounded really good' like the golden retriever sunshine puppy she is. EY is just staring very intently at him like trying to figure out a puzzle with a faint thought of 'he should join the theater club'. HJ, poor him, is so fucking confused as to why everyone is overreacting and a little embarrassed that he accidentally did that.

minju and juwan craving the 184cm mommy issues ghost guy be like:

^^ this is how i imagine juwan's internal monologue like 98% of the times he interacts with HJ. just constant gay panic.

all the other boys in their dorms who have to listen to HJ and EY's screaming matches all the time. poor fuckers. they all often choke on the tension those two create in the room they're in. but the fighting is basically like free live reality TV prime-time entertainment, so they can't be too bothered (unless they're trying to sleep). and generally, everyone is weirded out/confused by their friendship (?). like 'why is the nice popular pretty guy hanging out with model student bully who sees ghosts, especially when they're always just fighting?' <- #confusion. but it's entertaining so eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

HJ helping EY study, maybe forced by a teacher, or from EY's own volition (doubtful), or per juwan's suggestion when EY failed too many exams/classes to keep living in the dorms. i wonder how that tutoring session would go. would probably end bloody.

whenever HJ goes to the grocery store to buy food he also buys a pack of sweets or snacks. every time EY sees them in their room he asks if he can have some. HJ lets him open the pack. EY always asks if he wants some too and HJ almost always says no. after the 6th time this happened, EY confronted him abt it 'why are you buying these if you're not eating them?' and HJ is like 'i buy them for you. i know you like them.' EY is surprised and juwan is happy they're not fighting anymore (but also insanely jealous -> 'when did they get so close? grrrr')

(/r) HJ chilling on the couch in the dorm living-room, reading a book for class and EY comes and wants to lie down but there's no more space so he spreads out on the couch with his legs on HJ's lap, who's a bit like 'wtf' but decides against picking a fight. EY is chilling on his phone in a skirt shorts and with his hair undone. they just chill like that for a while and every poor soul who passes through that room are confused and uneasy abt their lack of fighting. at some point HJ notices the scars on EY's knees and rests his hand (the one not holding the book) on them, then goes back to reading while absent-mindedly rubbing his thumb over the scars. EY is startled and also like 'wtf' but let's it be bc he has crypto to mine.

juwan-marie mlm/wlw solidarity. all 3 boys are not surprised when she comes out as a (disater) lesbian but their reaction is 'oh really? i never would've guessed (/s)'. she comes out to them bc she needs help making hara figure out she likes her in an non-obvious way.

the boys' reaction be like:

marie likes hara, minju likes marie, and hara likes her sport (karate? idr). marie is frustrated at hara's cluelessness, minju is annoyed marie doesn't take her advances seriously, hara is oblivious to the turmoil she's caused. [a scenario i came up with is all 6 in the clubroom where minju just goes full out after shit's been building up for a while like ' why do you like hara and not me? i'm here trying my best and she doesn't even care! how is she so much better than me?' marie is beyond embarrassed and also very done with the bs. she pulls minju outside the clubroom and slaps her in the hallway promptly rejecting her. the other 4 saw everything through the door window and are jaw-dropped-flabbergasted. marie enters again after minju left and everyone asks if she's ok. hara's like 'you like me?' and marie says 'now's not the time for that. don't you have practice or sth?'. after a bit of convincing hara leaves for her lessons and the 3 boys ask marie why she doesn't like minju -> 'she doesn't like me, she just likes the chase. if we were to get together she'd get bored in less than a month and break up with me.' juwan agrees bc he knows minju best and that's something she would absolutely do. marie starts tearing up bc this is overwheming and embarrassing but the boys are there to comfort her. (<- what's even more frustrating in all of this is that marie did like minju in the beginning, before she swindled marie for the clubroom, was disingenuous abt their friendship, and friendzone marie when she told minju that she liked her.) ohh how the turn tables]

^^ this is the dynamic i imagine bc it's hella funny /// @ artist on twt

EY wil fight for kids who can't fight for themselves. if he sees a kid/friend get hit by a parent/authority he won't hesitate to throw hands. he'll step in on the spot and sucker-punch the mfer who put their hands on someone weaker than themselves. [the first time the others see this side of him is when they meet marie's brother, who acts like a massive asshole and stupidly smacks marie in front of them. HJ is ready to say sth/jump in but EY is half a second quicker and already gave the bitch a bloody nose. and he fights with the rage he'd fight his dad with, if he ever dared to do that. like a demon possessed, not anywhere near the way he's ever fought HJ before. marie's crying and begging him to stop hitting her brother, HJ and juwan are frozen in shock. juwan wants to try to calm him down but is too scared to approach him when he's like that. meanwhile HJ is just like 'holy shit, this mfer is actually crazy' and goes to pull EY off of marie's brother bc he got too close to killing him. after that everyone is more wary of him in general, marie is somewhat grateful but also terrified of him. from then on the brother either never hits her again or gathers a group of friends to go beat up a blond high school kid.]

i think it would be interesting to see the bullies who forced EY to crawl two stations to get his money back resurface. that group of bullies bumping into our 3 boys and going like 'whoa, EY? is that you? how're your knees doing?' and laughing. juwan is confused as to what they're talking about, HJ immediately knows who the fuckers are bc he knows the knee story, and EY is trying to ignore them with a poker face but really he's terrified inside bc trauma™. HJ has never seen EY so affected/blank/scared/distraught and is concerned. trouble ensues, bonus points if HJ saves the day (aka beats the fuckers up) and bonus bonus points if he doesn't tell EY abt it and does it in secret.

^^ no thought's behind those eyes. only misery and trauma

juwan and HJ gift EY clothes every time they have an excuse like 'oh you passed that exam? nice here is a new pair of jeans' or 'it's Christmas, this is a jacket for you'. bc my boy needs more than one piece of everything. he needs more clothes and his friends noticed and are now providing. they need to have an excuse/good reason to gift the items to EY bc he will not accept them otherwise (he refuses to be indebted to anyone).

whenever EY catches HJ changing clothes in their room, he feels really guilty when he sees the scar he gave him when they first met. every time, he wants to apologize but he doesn't know how to make it sound genuine, and the apology always catches in his throat anyway. he can't say it out loud, so he quickly makes it a habit to leave the room when HJ changes.

idk man, i just wanna see HJ help EY braid his hair. and EY be surprised by how well he can braid or make fun of him for how bad he is at it. [maybe a hand/arm injury that prevents him from braiding his hair himself and he doesn't want to leave the dorm looking like that before he can get to a girl-friend who could do his hair for him.]

EY goes with HJ to provide moral support when HJ has to go back to his old house to pick sth up or when HJ goes to visit his mom's grave (only 52% willingly). [(/r ->) at the house, HJ would definitely have a mental breakdown and EY would be there to unintentionally aggravate the situation, then mend it and comfort him. EY is also terrified of all the ghost items inside that house when he first enters. HJ is a tad happy to see some old faces (<- the ghosts who live/haunt his house). /// at the graveyard, HJ would try his best not to cry, EY would notice and leave him alone for a bit to mourn. when he's done, before they leave, EY looks intently at the mom's grave stone and nods his head once. maybe it's a salute to the mom, or a 'thank you for raising him well', but in any case, that's the first time we see EY use manners. HJ doesn't notice it bc he's busy with his own feelings.]

parallel to that, juwan and HJ come pick EY up from (aka get him out of) his parent's apartment. the parent's are astounded anyone came for their 'good-for-nothing' son. before the boys leave the apartment building's courtyard, EY's mom comes running up to them. HJ and juwan are in defense/protection mode, EY is just so tired and so done with everything he doesn't feel present anymore. the mom doesn't get any closer, she just looks HJ in the eyes and thanks him for looking out for her son. then she turns to EY and says 'don't fuck this up like everything else in your life' and goes back to the apartment. all of them are shocked by the unexpected good nature she's shown and EY is also a bit upset by her comment about his life but he's too tired to give a shit atm.

when EY finally gets back into acting, HJ helps him learn his lines when he has the time. after his first play, HJ is there to give him flowers and tell him how good his acting was. (/r -> this may or may not be the moment EY really (realizes he) caught feelings) also HJ was gen amazed at how good his acting skills are, like wide-eyed 'wow he's actually really really good'.

(/r) i want EY to wear a skirt as a dare or sth and fluster the shit out of HJ (and any other eyes that catch him in that outfit). EY would tease him for blushing so hard and feel powerful bc of the reaction he's got, until HJ grabs him (one hand on a shoulder and one hand on his waist) and pulls him so he can whisper in his ear 'stop that'. the tables turn. EY pushes away like he's been burned, which might be true, seeing how he got so red one would think he's been sunburned.

(/r) idk if it's canon but i for some reason think HJ has weights in their room. so, EY always stares at HJ from his top bunk bed (where HJ can't see him), whenever HJ's using them. specifically at his biceps. EY is unsure whether he's jealous bc he wants those muscles or if he wants those muscles. (if you catch my drift)

i feel like HJ and EY could bond a lot over music. they are often listening to it.

the apocalypse storyline is not talked about enough. someone needs to write this since wanan only gave us a crumb and disappeared.

i mean, look at this ^^. are you gonna stand there and tell me you're not intrigued?

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starcrossedjedis · 4 months

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I'd love to know more about Arthur and Lyra!

I can't believe you got the hint when I was being so subtle about it 🤣

Sooooo... *checks back on notes she literally hasn't touched in like three years*

Lyra is the older Stark girl - by barely a year, some people assume she and Lyanna must be twins. Where Lyanna is soft and petite with an impish glint in her eyes that draws people in, Lyra is long limbs and sharp edges and while she is every bit as pretty as her little sister and just as adventurous, she is also more ladylike, introverted and has made it a point for most of her life to think before she speaks.

And while that should make for the perfect lady in any other situation, next to loud, boisterous and Gods, loveable Lyanna it's easy to see how Lyra has somewhat become the invisible sister and this becomes especially obvious when Robert Baratheon asks her father for Lyanna's hand.

(Not that Lyra would have wanted Robert, he appalled her as much as he did Lyanna)

Her father allows for the betrothal of Robert and Lyanna, but to add insult to injury he does so under the condition that they aren't to be wed until Lyra as the eldest is married - basically declaring her a sort of spinster, standing in the way of her sister's happy ever after to anyone who's into that sort of gossip (like IDK the whole of fucking Harrenhal during a certain tourney 💀)

But the truth is that Lyra is never jealous of Lyanna or blames her for how the world treats them so differently. She loves her little sister and only ever wants for her to he happy.

So when she catches Lyanna sneaking out of their tent one night twelve leagues from Harrenhal - about to run away with the (very married) prince Rhaegar - Lyra doesn't hesitate and follows her into the unknown.

And this is where background ends and the story starts -

She accompanies the little group of mostly Kingsguard and the runaway lovers - riding with Arthur Dayne for the first night and part of the day, because she doesn't yet have a horse of her own.

(He also lends her his cloak, because naturally she didn't bring spare clothes either 🥰)

Lyra and Arthur are the only witnesses to Lyanna's and Rhaegar's wedding and throughout the journey to Dorne we get a feel for the fact that Arthur doesn't necessarily approve of all that is happening, but it bound to Rhaegar both by his oath and his brotherly love for him.

The two of them build a tentative friendship, because with her sister all wrapped up in an all consuming romantic fantasy with a dragon (and for all the tower to hear, thank you very much) Lyra often feels lonely and homesick and Arthur is there to keep her company, either in the tower under the watchful eyes of this very small court, but also on long strolls on days when it feels like the walls are closing in.

We get some hints suggesting that they might be starting to get closer - and that maybe a certain Kingsguard might have had a faint un-oath-odox interest as far back as the tourney before that whole mess went down (although Lyra - optimistic at heart, but self-conscious at brain - attributed it to pity for the "Stark Spinster" back then and later as an attempt at keeping her entertained while his prince put the moves on her sister 😬)

But nothing really happens between them (maybe an almost kiss or sth, but no big relationship milestones yet). He is however the one to tell her that her father and brother were killed and throughout the rebellion news of Arthur's ongoing survival are pretty much the only silver lining to be had.

Then Rhaegar dies on the Trident, the news send Lyanna straight into early labour and we all know how that goes. Alas, we shift the timeline by a few days give or take so that when Ned arrives in Dorne, Lyanna has already been dead for a few days and Lyra has been tiptoeing her way around a breakdown trying to figure out what to do about the little crown prince when Robert Baratheon is on a "Kill all Targs" rampage through the Seven Kingdoms.

When Arthur gets near fatally wounded trying to keep his word to Rhaegar, Lyra fears she might lose the only person who knows the whole truth and who kept her somewhat sane during this time - and so she kills two birds with one stone by telling her brother that he can't kill Arthur, because they are married. And that Jon is their son.

And scene on Act I - "fake dating and co parenting shenanigans but make it fucking dark" to be commenced in Act II

#reply #text #my ocs #lyra stark #morning star #GODS I MISS THEM

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hydrangeawise · 1 year

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Oh goodness, El Cazador de la Bruja EP12!

The whole episode was a big old chase scenario with a manly man who definitely had more ego than knowledge! I once again adore how supremely unbothered Ellis is by everything and her only commentary on the guy's gun collection (he's "not a gun fanatic" okay, just a collector. Of guns.) was "That one is like Nadie's!" so she sure has her priorities in order (nothing straight about them though)!

Once again the people the girls encounter are absolutely not prepared for what follows them though. I found it very interesting that the show is apparently playing with, like, popular witch themes/tropes. The Council seems to be only made up of women (so like a stereotypical coven setting maybe) and they have a rule - which I assume is the Law of the Night that was mentioned in an earlier episode - that the night is basically a time where interfering is not possible, since it's a time for witches to run free (or sth). I liked that! It was very inconvenient for the girls, but as an aspect of how The Council works, it is a fun one. I also liked that, apparently, Jody is switching personas when she's letting her hair down; that was interesting as well! I'm curious to see what kind of roll she fulfills in the greater picture. For now it seems like she's working on behalf of The Council (who concern themselves with witches, I assume, but who also believe at least in parts that Ellis should not be allowed to exist), so it probably means that she is keeping an eye on Ellis for The Council (and has her own ambitions to stop project Leviathan as well). ANYWAY! She was unable to help in this case and things we truly got were mostly Ellis and Nadie trying to manage a man who thought that the girls would be too helpless to fend for themselves and who then almost lost it when things got serious.

We are ignoring that Camera Guy was present. There was nothing to see. There was, however, a new player in the field who is - or is not - affiliated with the Council. But no one was able to be of any help (Ricardo had to care for poor Lirio! I genuienly adore how precious she is to him! He's like "Yeah, I'll kill people for you but not right now, bye.") and then, I'm not sure, but I think Ellis summoned the sun? In a way? I don't think that it was really a natural sunrise. Hm. Much to think about with regards to that because while floating and making or putting out fire is one thing, summoning the sun in a way would be A Big Thing compared to the other stuff. I'm glad that Gun Guy was just a one-time appearance as well since he was not only pretty useless in the grand scheme of things, but also rather creepy (shoutout to Nadie for keeping Ellis safe!)

#b rambles #el cazador de la bruja

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1000night · 2 years

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Made up to you

pairing: Nick Fowler/female reader

"Hey. Does this mean you believe me? That you forgive me?"

"I don't think I'll ever forgive you. And I don't fully believe you. Not when you're so damn good at lying. ...So this only means that I'm giving you a chance to do the impossible: Convince me."

a/n : thank you @nekoannie-chan for sending me the dialogue prompt!!🥰🥰🥰

It's a beautiful weather.

Lazily on your back on the floor, the freeze wind from AC which got repaired last week is comfortable and made you dizzy in the summer afternoon.

When the front door unlocked and opened, you didn't lift your head up. The sound of the steps and the men who showed up in camera which is sent to your phone are already told you who he is.

"Miss me, cupcake?"

"Sometimes, how's your 'Rome Holidays', Nick."

Your legs set on the couch, skirt railed up and show the view of your plump thighs. You could feel his intense stares and heavy breath. Wiggle your legs, you smirked when he step toward you.

"I'm not cheating on you, cupcake. I never will."

"Um huh, did her son cute?"

He kneels down beside you, his cold hand touchs your knee, your eyes finally meet each other.

"You're tracking me. "

"Nah, I don't need to. The smell of the apple pie and cinnamon told me everything. And you hate it."

You smiled when you see his face twitched and his eye brows furrowed.

But he didn't say anything.

So you knew your guess is correct.

You sigh, and try to sit up, but Nick pressed your knees. His lips touched your knee to your thigh.

"Sex won't resolve every problem, Nick. You can't avoid the elephant in this room."

You pet his thigh tenderly. He freeze and put his head on your knees.

"I couldn't sleep when you're not with me. "

Maybe you're busy sth with someone. You thought but never told. The dark circles under his eyes sore your heart.

"The room still clean. If you want to stay, you can use."

His eyes lit up.

"Hey. Does this mean you believe me? That you forgive me?"

"I don't think I'll ever forgive you. And I don't fully believe you. Not when you're so damn good at lying. ...So this only means that I'm giving you a chance to do the impossible: Convince me."

"Hey, Nick. Are you back to her now?"

"Yeah, Charles. The process of earned forgive isn't easy. But I slowly save some trust again."

Nick smiled when he kissed your belly, you're napping after the 10 hours, exhausted working.

"Why everyone earned their forgivenessbut me? Please tell me how did you earned thar, pal."

Nick brushed your strands behind your ear, smirked when he heard that from his brothers.

"The first thing is never think you could make up with your mistakes. The past won't disappear, the only way to let her trust you again is keep your promise until the scales of trust is balanced."

"So how?"

"Bro, remember those promises that you've forgotten for so long? Time to pick them back. And never break any promise again. No matter how small it is, if you should back home in 8 p.m. you better back before the clock of your death alarmed you: It's too late."

Nick heard that Charles huffed and recorded the things he told.

"But in your case, tell me Charlie, why would you want her back? Aren't you said you want to live with another woman?"

"It's not that complicated, I need her. When I lay down beside her, I could feel the Pease and joy. The feeling is intoxicated and I was the fool who couldn't realize that."

"Then don't mess up again."

Hang off the phone, Nick pulls you on his chest, his head nuzzle your hair and inhales the sweet scent of your shampoo.

"Thank you for your forgiveness and your love, cupcake."

#nick fowler x reader #1000drabble series #1000night masterlist

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lightningandfireinmybones · 1 year

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Okay besties!!! I love the vibe we have going in here. Might I also throw in my two cents because regarding the whole Rhaegar / Lyanna thing, I have some thoughts as well?

So... I think that no matter how you slice it, it could never and would never have worked out. Not only was Lyanna a child (older than say Dany when she was sold to Drogo yet still a child) but also Rhaegar never treated her as an equal.

I find it very hard to believe that the She- wolf, Lyanna Stark herself, the Knight of the Laughing Tree, the girl that was so head strong that Ned is reminded of her when seeing Arya train with Syrio, the same girl that so earnestly and gently was moved by Rhaegar's sad songs at Harenhall, that she would be on board with fulfilling some grand prophesy.

Because the good version of events is that Rhaegar was forthcoming about the prophecy. He was the Heir, he was slowly and under the table making moves to remove Aerys from the throne and since his youth he was conceived that he could recreate the three heads of the dragon. (being born during a horrific accident that leaves almost everyone dead and was maybe caused by your grandfather in an attempt to revive dragons will mess you up I guess)

So when Elia could no longer safely give him that third child he looked elsewhere.

The bad version, and one that I am mote inclined to believe is that Rhaegar didn't tell Lyanna of the prophecy. He was sent to find the Knight of the Laughing Tree, he found her in the God's Eye and that's how the mess started. Lyanna was already infatuated with him (iirc the grand feast had been the night before and that's when she'd heard him sing)

In addition to that, he was the Prince and the Heir. You don't have to be Cersei to get blinded by that.

The whole dynamic was completely off. Rhaegar knew what he was doing. He knew the consequences and that's why he took her and kept her at the tower of Joy, otherwise he'd just have a bastard, or keep her as a paramour. But he knew how outrageous something like that would be.

He had an opportunity to "give" Lyanna back and he didn't.

Instead he started a war that ended with the brutal rape and murder of Elia and his already existing babies and poor teenage Lyanna all alone in Dorne.

Idk what Elia knew or though or didn't think but i believe that GRRM means for us to be very suspicious of R+L.

Besides throughout his book despite insisting upon the very young age of his characters (mainly girls) when being introduced to sexual situations the narrative always condemns them. For more thoughts on this let me suggest this video

ht tps: //youtu . be/QnYa0zSDl7o by Hill's Alive. It's her thoughts on this exact topic and I thing she makes some valid points.

Targaryen men and their prophecies and their ease to cast away their living children in favour of more future kids. The only thing that can bring the fall of the house of the dragon is the delusion of some of their Kings istg.

In the end no matter what one's thoughts on the R+L thing is (All opinions are valid and respected 🖤🖤 let's allow room for everyone) we can all joyfully be united under our hatred and rage over Aegon being Jon's name in the show. Rhaegar already had an Aegon! He was going for a Visenya!!! D&D kind of forgot about that i guess.

(besides aegon is so basic couldn't they do sth sexier? Side eye)

bestie you just do not miss

because whether you believe rhaegar to be a master manipulator (i am somewhat inclined towards that,,, growing up as the crown prince knowing you will probably have to usurp your father,,, you're not unaware of the moves you have to make) or not, there is something inherently unsettling about the way he approaches lyanna

his tragic background also indicates he had to grow up faster, should be mature enough to know exactly what he was doing!! (also that art piece released recently from the calendar i think with rhaegar and lyanna on the cover,,, the vibes are haunting which is very interesting to me)

and i think it's just like a man like rhaegar to think he is this savior and be determined to fulfill a prophecy that actually has far-reaching horrific implications on everyone around him with zero regards for the consequences (especially to the women,,, his wife is raped and murdered, his daughter is murdered, lyanna is left to die alone in childbirth, his mother is alone on dragonstone giving birth to his sister in terrifying conditions)

THAT VIDEO DOES NOT MISS, i think at the very least thinking critically about how and why it's presented like that is important

and all opinions and interpretations and shipping are respected in this house bc fandom and media is a very safe place to explore ideas and kinks and fantasies and i am a staunch supporter of rights and wrongs both being fun and important while also being aware there are implications and critical thinking to do at the same time

for real, i think a consistent theme is the hubris of men (particularly targ men: daemon, aemond, maegor, aegon I, etc) being their inevitable downfall LIKE WE GET IT YOU'RE HOT AND SPECIAL BUT PLS HAVE SOME NUANCE AND CRITICAL THINKING SKILLS

and i feel connected in this chilis tonight over rage for how D&D just gave up on any critical thinking about some of the more difficult concepts in the end, i know it's hard to give any targaryen a better name than aegon but sweaties i can think of at least 4 off the top of my head:')

EXACTLY HE NEEDED A WARRIOR PLS

(also this is just my pure want thing here is that if he's trying to recreate the 3 heads of the dragon, the third head should be a hot warrior woman,,, jon snow eat rocks give me a dark magic queen instead)

#bestie you wow me everytime #this is a very nuanced take on it and pls i think it's incredible #shipping and fandom are fun and valid for everyone #but mostly just fuck robert and rhaegar #i blame them for all my problems #like the red wedding robb my sweet #ask

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