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sarcasmo-mexicano · 9 months

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Relax 🔞

Pre-Collider Jonathon Ohnn/The Spot x AFAB!Reader

There's no doubt that your boyfriend, Jonathon Ohnn, is a really hard worker.

His work is extremely important and as such he puts the extra effort in anything he does; Its because of this that he is one of the top scientist at Alchemax.

The thing is, when Jonathon focuses on his work, everything else is a secondary task and it means /everything/.

You have to constantly remind him to eat because if you dont, this man can go without eating actual food for days and will try to survive out of energy bars and redbulls.

He has been so absorbed on his work that he sometimes will collapse from exahustion in top of all the papers he has been reviewing.

He also tends to ignore you.

You know its not on purpose but still kinda hurts.

When he gets into a new project, you feel lonely.

You are tired of waking up to and empty bed, eating dinner alone, watching the shows you were supposed to watch together, alone.

Between the loneliness there is also the concern for his well being; How many nights has he stayed up until the crack of dawn, working so much that his eyes are all red?

Has he eating? Drink water? Shower?

Its not only this hyperfocus period but the burnout you know its coming after.

So the next time he announces he will be working on yet, another of his projects, you take matter into your own hands.

This time, this man will relax, even if its the last thing you do.

When you get home, already late into the night, you find Jonathon hunching over some papers. His desk is already a mess: piles of open books and papers laying everywhere, tools scattered around.

You toss your bag and coat to the ground and make a bee-line to him, squeezing his shoulders as you give him a peck on the cheek trying not to disturb him too much.

"Hey" You quietly greet him, giving him another kiss on his temple.

He answers you with another "hey" his lips curving in a quick smile before going back to work.

"Did you eat lunch Johnny?" He nods as you tuck some stray hairs behind his ear, he barely reacts at your touch. "Water?" Nods again. Well at least, he did eat. You sigh "Im gonna go shower ok?"

"Ok, honey" He says without looking at you, writing something on a notebook.

Frustration builds inside you but no matter, this time he will take a break.

You hop in the shower, warm water cleaning the stress of the day away; The soap you choose today is his favourite scent: eucalyptus and lavander, you still remember the first time you used it, how he was all over you, his nose on the crook of your neck.

"You smell so good" You remember how his voice had soften and how his arms around you, holding you close.

You hope it has the same effect this time around.

You wrap yourself with a towel, barely drying yourself, you might want to be a little wet for what is about to come.

In front of the mirror you take a good look of yourself, inhaling deeply.

Honestly you feel a little excited, a familiar tingling forming on your belly.

"Ok, Go-Time"

It's about the third day he has been working on this project.

Or is it the fourth? Maybe a week? Jonathon doesnt really know, his perception of time kinda blurrs when he works.

What he does know if its that, if he doesnt finish these schematics tonight he is gonna lose it.

It shouldnt be this difficult.

He sighs in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose, rubbing the exhaustion out of his eyes.

Its only then when he notices its dark outside.

Oh wow, is it night already? Wait, yeah it is. He vaguely remembers your figure standing next to him, asking if he did eat that day.

He glances over his shoulder, have you got to bed already? Probably, it is quite late.

Guilt strikes him right in the middle.

You always take care of him when he dives on these kind of projects; He knows how difficult he may get, so focused he deliberately ends ignoring you.

But dont you misunderstood! He /is/ grateful for all the help you give him. He notices how you make home-food everyday so he doesnt have to eat junk, or how there's always a filled water bottle near him but far any papers or blueprints he might have around.

You are the most wonderful partner ever, he doesnt deserves you.

"Dinner" He thinks as he goes back at the papers he has been writing. "Dinner on a nice place, a fancy one. Flowers, maybe chocolates? Those black chocolates they like"

Jonathon's mind drifts between his work and plans to apologize properly to you, so focus that he doesnt hear the door of the bedroom opening or your footsteps approaching.

His body shudders in surprise as you put your hands on his shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze.

"Johnny?" You call him "You coming to bed?"

"Hmm? Oh, no. Im so sorry sweetie, I- still have some things to do here." He replies apologetic, crossing something on the margin of a paper and writing another. Honestly there's nothing more he wants that being on bed with you, your soft, warm body entangled with his. He misses you too. "You go without me, I will be there soon" I hope, he adds on his mind.

But instead of going, you put your arms around him, pressing your chest against his back. "Johnny" Your lips brush the shell of his ear and he holds his breath.

"Y-yes, Honey?" His hand trembles as he writes a sidenote.

"You been working so hard lately Hun"

"I- I have! Yes! Im, ehm, sorry about it. B-but! Im almost done! I swear!" He stutters. Its been a while since he had being embraced by you, you smell divine its distracting.

You whine into his ear and he swallows, his cock twitches. "You should take a break baby"

He coughs almost choking, he has stopped writing for a while now. "I-I-I cant, really. I need to- eh finish these"

Surely you would understand right?

"I been lonely Johnny" You whispers, pulling yourself from him and he quietly whines for the lost of contact. However you force him to turn around to face you and his eyes go wide. Oh God. You are only wearing a -rather short- towel, your wet hair framing your beautiful face. "I miss you"

"You have?" His eyes dart on every patch of exposed skin, from your legs to you shoulders, the way is only your arms what is keeping the towel on your body.

"Uh-huh" Your pretty lips accentuate each sound, they look so pretty and pink, he catches himself salivating. "Im tired of sleeping on a empty bed John" You close the distance between you, carefully climbing on him as Jonathon leans back, hands holding the arms of the chair.

"Fuck,fuck, fuck" His mind is speeding, math, formulas and what not already tossed on the back burner, he is already packing a tent on his pants and you havent even touch him.

"I know you are a very busy, bright man" Your voice is like silk, so soft, sending chills all over him "But even bright minds-" Your hands move slowly, removing the towel in a nice, fluid, movement, letting slide to the floor. /OH FUCK/ "Need breaks" You finish, pressing your wet body against his chest.

At this point Jonathon has forgot how to breath.

Every nerve on his body is on edge, his cock its so hard it hurts.

And when he thinks he cant take anything more, you sit on his lap.

You sit /right/ on his clothed dick and you let this sound, this exquisite sound as you slowly, so ruthlessly slow, grind on him.

"Ahhh- f-fuck-" He moans, breathless. His head thrown back, eyes closed, knuckles white as he digs his hands into the arms of the chair.

Is this real? Or did he actually pass out for all the overwork?

"Johnny" His name rolls out of your tongue in the sweetest voice, just like honey, cold hands cupping each side of his head, kindly forcing him to straighten. Out of habit, he leans into the palm of your hand, whimpering into it.

With your free hand, you fix his hair, fingers combing the stray hairs. "Johnny" This time he opens his eyes only to be meet with your naked body, your beautiful eyes staring into his. "Arent you tired baby?" Your hand caresses his cheek, fingers tracing a line until it meets his lips, giving them a small tap. Jonathon can only nod, he has forgotten what words are at the moment. "Dont you want to rest a little?" Your finger drag his lips -ah- side to side, your body pressing more and more into him as you rub his lap.

He nods again, weak sounds coming from his part lips.

"Use your words John"

"Y-yes, I want-oh, I want to-oh god, to relax" His voice cracks, already so weak.

You give him a little smile, leaning completely against him, your lips barely touching his. "Dont worry honey" You whisper, taking both his hands and placing them on your hips "Im going to take good care of you"

Even when Jonathon was waiting for the kiss to come, he still is taken aback as how sweetly you press your lips against his, before giving them a tempting lick. He moans loudly now, opening his mouth and letting your tongue in. He kiss you desperatly, with a hunger he didnt knew he had until now. Every sound you let out its turning him on, hips bucking up, frantic to be inside you.

Your hands find their way to his hair, sinking into his wild locks, pulling it until he cries out of pleasure.

When you break the kiss, he whines in discontent and you cannot help but to chuckle a little, he’s so cute.

You take his hands -at the moment busy grabbing your ass- and slowly drag them all over your body, his big brown eyes following, until they make their way to the edge of your breasts.

"Mmmh" Johnathon whimpers, his thumbs shyly brushing them. He looks at you, asking for permission and how could you say no, really? You giggle and nod, guiding his big hands until each one is holding you. You feel his hips buck again, cock surely twitching inside his tight pants. He kneads them softly, thumbs brushing your hard nipples taking a whine out of you, his hands feel so warm on your body.

"Oh- they are so pretty-Fuck! You are so pretty" Without a warning he pops one of your tits inside his hungry, hot mouth. You thrown your head back, heat already forming on your belly. He sucks on your nipple, while he plays with the other, occassionally mumbling a muffled "so pretty" and "taste so good", he works you so good that you forget for a moment that you are supposed to make /him/ feel good.

Clumsily -the chair creaks and bends very dangerously- you slide your hand to his pants, the tips of your fingers tracing the tent he is packing. When you do, he sucks harder on your nipple and you wail.

Trembling you look for the fly of his jeans, carefully opening them, hooking a pair of fingers on his underwear, sliding them down.

His cock springs free, hitting you in the back.

When you glance over, you see how it gleams, already covered on pre-cum, it twitches needely, the tip red.

Your mouth waters.

You lean back a little, a hand grabbing his hair, his mouth still sucking on you as you wrap your free one around his boner, squeezing it a little.

"Oh-fuck!" He cries, popping your nipple out of his mouth. You dont need to see it to know he has already leave a mark around it. He thrust weakly, moving his cock up and down your hand. "Your hand feels- ah! so good!"

You giggle, he already looks so whipped.

You pump his lenght, thumb rubbing the tip. Your hand slides nicely thanks to all the pre-cum he is oozing.

All the sounds he is letting out, turns you on, you can feel how wet you are, probably soaking Jonathon's lap.

"Please-!" He cries, his chest rising and falling at how quick his breathing is. "Baby, I- I cant! Please! Inside, I want to- ah! Be inside!" And to put emphasis on his need, he thrust his hips again

Honestly, you want him too, now.

"Anything you want Johnny" You say with a sly smile.

Rising your hips a little, you lead his tip to your soaked entrance, rubbing it, one, two times -"¡Honey, please!"- and let it in, slowly, insde you, little by little, until you take him whole.

The two of you moan, overstimulated and sensitive.

You stay still, adjusting yourself to his size, shaking. "You feel so-mnhh! Big!" He feels even bigger than before, already hitting your good spot.

"Can I move?" Jonathon asks, his arms around you, face buried on your chest, legs trembling. "Please, let me move"

He's just too cute when he begs. "Please Johnny" You voice its coated with lust, you want him to ruin you just as much as he wants you to do the same.

He doesnt even waits for you to finish, already pounding you so hard that it makes you scream, surely the neighbors can hear you but you dont give a single shit, let them hear how hard he fucks you.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou" He chants as he pounds into you, already so pussy-drunk. The wet slapping of his cock sound so obscene, blending with your moans and his whinning. "You are-fuck! so tight! Your pussy is- oh fuck, oh fuck! so good!" He moans against your skin, nibbling at whatever he can put his teeth into.

"Johnny! Oh God! Johnny!" Your voice cries desperate, the knot inside you, growing tighter and tigher. "Im-Im close!"

A gasp escapes from your mouth as Jonathon grabs you from your waist, pulling himself up from the -poor- chair carrying you with him.

He grunts at the sudden feeling of being so deep inside you, a hand swating papers and books and tools off the table.

For a moment you grow worried. "Johnny! Your notes! What are you-AH!" You are manhandle, your body resting against the now, empty table, papers, books, blueprints on the floor now. You are about to protest when he thrust into you, filling you up, making you scream. He feels so much bigger, so much deeper.

"Doesnt matter" He growls, big hands pushing your legs until they are up your ears. "It can all wait, right now, fuck, right now I need to fuck you, I need you so badly!" With renowed energy, he rams into you, taking the air out of your lungs, his balls slapping against your cunt. "So good! So good, ah- for me! Only for me, yes?"

You nod rapidly, bitting your lip. When you look at him, he's nothing but a mess, glassy eyes, lips trembling with a moan.

"Yes-" You pant, its so hard to talk right now. "Just for you, only for you Johnny!"

He grunts, letting your legs go, hands cupping your face as he dips for a rather, needy and sloppy kiss. You hold him, digging your nails into his back, your legs around his waist, bringing him impossibly closer.

He moan into the kiss, his pace becoming more erratic, barely taking his cock out.

He's close.

You bring your lips to his ear and shakely, whisper the magic words.

"Inside, cum inside"

"GNHH!-!" He grunts, jaw tensing. "Oh fuck! Oh Honey! Im cumming, fuck! Im cumming!" He cums between moans and curses, pumping load after load of hot and thick cum, his body on top of yours, your face tucked on the crook of his neck, his hand sinking into your hair. Fuck you smell so good, your pussy is milking him so deliciously good, oh fuck.

You stay like this for a moment, or maybe longer, you are not completely sure. Time flows different when you just get fucked into another plane of existence.

"Are you-ah- ok babe?" Jonathon ask, voice cracking.

You chuckle, kissing the side of his neck. "Perfectly Johnny"

"Ok, good! Im gonna, eh, pull out ok?" You nod giving him the get go. Slowly he gets up already missing your embrace. Your body trembles as he slides his cock out and the moment he does a thick trail of cum follows, spilling all the way down. "Oh. Wow. Thats, wow, a lot" He coughs awkwardly, his face feeling hot.

You glance at him from the table, his face red and eyes wide, surely staring at your sore cunt. When your body pumps out the excess of his cum and you whine, you see his lips move, muttering to himself a quiet: "holy shit".

A tiny smile cross your face. "Admiring your work, Doctor Ohnn?"

He clears his throat, clearly embarrased of being caught, like he didnt fuck your brains out just a couple of minutes ago. "I didnt- Its not like that!"

"Really?" You tease him, spreading your legs further.

He bites his lip, eyes darting between your smug face and your dripping pussy. There really is a lot. "M-Maybe I am" He says, defeated.

Your little devilish smile only grows wider. "I like it, Piccaso!" You say in an exagerated manner, twirling your hand.

Jonathon stares at you dumbfounded before wheezing. "Oh! You are the worst! That was terrible!"

"But you are laughing!"

"Cuz its so bad I cant help but laugh!"

You both stare at each other before bursting into laughter.

You are wipping the tears from your eyes when something catches your eyes.

"John?"

"Yeah?" He says, the remains of his laugh on his voice.

"Are you still hard?"

He abruptly stops, body going still.

You prop your torso up, looking down on him. Yep, there it stands, still as hard and angry red, covered on a still wet layer of cum -both his and yours-.

Its your turn to be astonished. You didnt know he was so- pent up.

"John-"

"Its ok!" He cuts you up, pushing his shirt down to cover himself. "I- I will take care of this myself, yes? Later, in the, ehm-In the bathroom. Right now, we should clean you up"

You frown.

Oh.

You dont think so.

Not happening, not today, nu-huh.

Carefully you get down of the table, your legs shaking.

You take a moment to compose yourself, straigthen your body as you lean into him.

"Sit on the chair John"

He blinks at you, confused but a little turn on. "Excuse me?"

Hands on his hips, you guide him towards the chair, pushing him little by little, until his ass is sitting.

"I told you didnt I?" You say, kissing the mole above his lips -the one you like so much- and trail down his neck, leaving little wet kisses as you go. "That I would take good care of you"

"You dont have to-" He mutters, eyes half-closed.

"I want to" You growl against the skin of his neck, sucking his adam's apple and he sobs. "Besides, I cant let you go like this. Can I?" You wrap your hand around his needy cock, it feels hot on your grasp. Jonathon let out a shaky moan, unconsciously bucking his hips. You smile against his neck. "Relax baby, let me make you feel good"

You kneel down, making yourself home in between his legs.

You feel his hot stare on you and sure enough when you look up to see him, his eyes are glued on you, a trembling hand covering his mouth, the other resting on the arm of the chair.

Oh, someone is eager.

Without breaking eye contact, you give his head a tentative lick. He squints his eyes, quietly whinning into his hand.

You smile, toungue tracing down from his head to the bottom of his lenght, licking the cum clean.

"Ooooh" He moans, he must be very senstive, you feel his cock twitching as you go up again, giving the head a little kiss before wrapping it with your lips, sucking just a little, moving your toungue along the slit. "Oh-fuuuuck"

You push his shaft slowly, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. You are not used to have him, to feel him so big like this.

The tip is already hitting the back of your throat.

You feel drunk.

Drunk on his smell, on his flavour. Everything is a little too much but at the same time is not enough; You want him, need him, just as much as he does want you.

You can feel yourself getting aroused again, your pussy clenching, missing the shape of his cock.

Like this, you move your head slowly up and down, licking the rest of his cum along. It taste salty, it taste like him.

Jonathon's legs shake, groaning loudly. "Oh God-" The sounds he lets out are so- enticing. You love when he gets vocal, when he lets himself go and be drown on pleasure. You bob your head a little faster, tongue licking, tasting his pre-cum. He throws his head back, hand placed on your head, keeping you from pulling out. You dont mind, you want him to feel good, really good.

You hook your hands on the hem of his pants, tugging them down until they are in the floor, leaving him completely exposed.

Hands rest on his thights, slowly moving to his crotch where you grab his heavy balls, dragging your thumb by the edges. His whole body jolts up, hips bucking, burying his cock deeper inside your mouth, hot tears form in the corner of your eyes.

You let him fuck your face at his own rythm, your hands occupied with his balls, squeezing them, massaging them.

"Oh God- babe!"

Thats right, you think, let yourself go.

You feel his cock twitch, thrust becoming a little faster now.

"Babe-!" He calls you, breathless. "I think Im-"

Oh you can feel how close he is.

You suck harder, faster.

Jonathon shivers, his whole body at flame. You are sucking him so good, he loves to see your pretty lips around his cock, the feeling of your hands tugging and squeezing his already full balls.

God! He wants to cum so badly!

The moment you moan, your mouth so full of his dick that it comes all muffed, its the moment he loses it.

He cums screaming your name, fists full of your hair and hips thrusting hard.

In an instant, your mouth is overflowing his hot cum, its so much its choking you, forcing you to swallow to be able to breathe.

Your own orgasm hits you, its all way too much, so much that your vision goes blurry.

Its only when you feel his hands go limp on your head, that you pull out.

His cock keep twitching as it softens, a string of cum still coming out of the tip.

Your damn jaw feels numb. A small price to pay, you think, if he's able to relax.

"Johnny?" You say, putting your hands on his thights to help you stand up.

"I fucking love you" Its all he says when he meets your eyes. He looks like he just ran a marathon, sweaty and trying to catch his breath. You smile, taking a sit on his leg, moving his hair out of his face. "I love you so-so much"

"I love you too Johnny" You say back, giving a quick kiss. You glance at his work table, a mess within another mess. Papers and tools on the floor, piles of books discarded. You dont even want to see if any of the papers on the floor had been....stained. "Should we...Clean that?"

Jonathon follows your gaze.

He groans, covering his eyes.

"Not today"

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macromush · 2 months

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And so Crowley read Lavander and Old Lace written by Myrtle Reed quietly, his voice a gentle whisper. He was always good at acting out the characters in the novels he'd read to Aziraphale. Thus, he put on the voices of Lady Ruth and Miss Ainslie as ladylike as he could, eliciting a giggle from Aziraphale every few lines. They stood at the door a few moments, talking aimlessly, but Ruth was watching Miss Ainslie's face, as the sunset light lay caressingly upon it. Crowley read with a voice quiet enough for Aziraphale's ears alone. "I've had a lovely time," she said, taking another step toward the gate. "So have I-you'll come again, won't you?" The sweet voice was pleading now, and Ruth answered it in her innermost soul. Impulsively, she came back, threw her arms around Miss Ainslie's neck, and kissed her. "I love you," she said, "don't you know I do?" Crowley's voice hovered just above a whisper, Aziraphale's fingers slowly running through red hair. The quick tears filled Miss Ainslie's eyes and she smiled through the mist. "Thank you, deary, "she whispered, "it's a long time since anyone has kissed me a long time!" He closed the book there, thumb between the pages, golden eyes gazing up at the angel above him. "Kiss me." Just a couple of school boys reading in the rose garden~🌺 --- Etsy Shop Here! This lovely print, Here!

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ophelieverse · 2 years

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I would love you to make an Aegon II one-short in especially he is jealous. sounds very funny for me.

❥Mine first.

Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader.

This was so funny to write i swear.

Aegon was so enthusiastic to become a father but he didn’t knew he would be jealous of his own son stealing his wife.

Thank you for requesting,hope you like it and let me know what you think!💕💕(sorry for any errors).

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The day prince Aegon found out that his beloved wife was pregnant with their first child,was the best day of his life.

He remembered the moment princess Y/n had told him that her monthly blood was late,the joy in her voice and the little tears in her eyes while she was holding her belly.

A belly where a new life,one that her and her husband had created together with their love,was now growing inside of her each day.

He remembered the sleepless night where he stood awake in their bed,caressing and talking about his child waiting for them to come to this world.But if Aegon knew what becoming a father would have included,and especially Y/n becoming a mother had in store for him.

His son was born two weeks before the spring started,giving him the title of the “Spring Prince”just like his great grandfather and he looked exactly like Aegon did.From his little lavander eyes,tufts of pale blonde hair and the mischievous smile on his little redden face.

Aegon was present during the birth,he had slammed the door open and ran to where his wife laid in pain and in sweat the exact moment he heard the news of her being in labor«I’m here,my love.»he had whispered to her,kissing her warm forehead and taking her hand in his.

Thankfully his son came out quickly just like he did and when the midwife held him in a white and clean cloth«Congratulations,my prince,it’s a boy.»she had told him ready to hand him his son,Y/n immediately stood to sit,ignoring the pain,and snatching her son into her arms.

«Careful,sweetheart.»Aegon told her,coming close to his wife side.

But it was just like Y/n didn’t even acknowledge his presence,her eyes were captured by the little boy that was squirming in his mother arms just like her heart was.«Is he healthy?»she asked immediately with a short breath.

The midwife smiled nodding her head«He kicks like a goat,princess.»

Aegon was thankful to hear that and to see that both the babe and the mother were fine«What will be his name,my prince?»the Grand Maester asked him.

The prince and his wife had talked about this matter for months,trying to find the perfect name for their child.He suggested,for a boy,to be named after his great grandfather,Jaehaerys, but his wife answered before he could speak.

«Aegon»she said,caressing her son face.

Her husband watching up to her in confusion,hearing her calling his name«Yes,my love?»he asked.

The princess shook her head,with a little giggle she placed a loving kiss on her husband face«I want our son to be named Aegon.»she explained to him.

The surprised expression on the prince face didn’t go unnoticed while a thin smile for forced on his lips«If this is what you wish.»he reassured her stroking her dump hair.

«Very well»the Maester said«Prince Aegon Targaryen,third of his name.»

Y/n gazed down at her son,nuzzling her nose to his«You heard that,my sweet baby?You may be the third of your name,but you are the first in your mother heart.»she told him sweetly.

Her husband stood there,beside them feeling like an outsider watching at some beautiful painting that came from a faraway land.The day he dreamed so much about became his worst nightmare,his own son stealing his beloved wife right under his nose.

From the beginning of the spring till it end things went drastically worst very fast.Aegon didn’t remember when it was the last time he had spent some time alone with his wife without their son being attached to her,there was no dinner,no trip,no night where Y/n wasn’t doting and loving the child forgetting to give the same treatment to her needy husband.

As an year later another morning shines through the dewy meadow below,birds break the peaceful slumber chirping out calling each other.

The sun rising from the hills greeting every living creature with its warmth,the clear sky and the little white clouds dancing together with the chilly wind were a sight to wake up to.

But for Y/n there was nothing more beautiful,nothing more that she cherished than the little boy who was giggling in her arms.The brightest of the suns couldn’t compare to the light that shone in her son eyes whenever she was holding him close to her,the white and soft clouds had nothing like his tender and little hands,the sounds of the wind or the musics of the birds where nothing special compared to his muffled funny noises of excitement.

She could stare at him for hours and never get tired of it.Of his curious lavander eyes,his chubby rosy cheeks and his little legs that really kicked to get to discover the world,the world that his mother promised him.A world that would be his one day and that she always will protect him from.

«Where were you?»it was the first lights in the morning when Aegon woke up to and empty bad,the side his wife shared cold and untouched.

Y/n has just entered their shared chambers,a beautiful dark green dress,the color he stared to love thanks to her,was fitting her angelic forms,her hair were a little messy,tied up on her head a few strands escaped the golden hair clip.Her face looked tired,from the way her eyes were about to close,the dark marks of another sleepless night under them,but a bright smile and radiant expression was always visible on her.

She walked slowly towards her husband who was still sitting on their bed,the pale skin of his chest was warm and his blonde hair framed his perfect face«Little Aegon had trouble to sleep,so i stayed with him.»she informed him caressing his cheek.

Aegon took her hand,the one that was resting on his face,and kissed her palm sweetly.He missed her.He missed her so dearly,the intimate bond that they used to share was suppose to become stronger with the arrival of their son,but the small creature had planted his claws on his mother back a dragged her away from him.

«Did you finally put the little monster to rest?»he asked her with a yawn.

Y/n giggled,she was standing between her husband legs as he was now hugging the lower half of her body.Aegon head was resting on her stomach,humming in content as she was playing with his hair«Don’t call our son monster»she smiled down at him«but yes,he’s out like a light.»she informed him.

Aegon tilted his head to take a look at her,oh how beautiful she was in the morning.She always was,at least to his eyes,but having her as the first sight to wake up to,her sparkling eyes,soft lips and delicate skin being the first thing his eyes laid on was still a magical experience after all this years.

«Good»he answers shortly«that’s mean that now you can come and sleep with me some more.»the little sleepy smile on his face was met with his wife sour words,the ones that brought him back to reality.

«I wish we could,my love.But today the small council reunite and our presence will be requested.»Y/n remembered him with a tender voice.

It’s been years since Aegon started to attend the small council reunion,with his father declining health,his mother and grandfather suggested him that the first son and the future king needed to start to get involved with political matters and the realms problems.

Aegon accepted to attend the weekly meetings only if Y/n,his future Queen,was present with him.And of course,as always,at his side,sitting right next him,his wife was holding his hand under the table,listening to whatever Lord Jasper Wylde,the Master of Laws,was rambling about.

The prince wasn’t even listening to what the other members where discussing,not caring of his mother accusing gaze for his carelessness or the disappointment in his grandfather eyes.The only thing in his mind was the sensation of Y/n hand in his,the warmth of her palm,her skin touching his,when was the last time they hold hands?

He couldn’t remember,he couldn’t remember when it was the last time they did something together alone.Anywhere they went,his wife had their child in her arms and no attention for him.He felt stupid,being jealous of his own son.But he couldn’t help it,he too craved all the kisses Y/n showered their son with,all the words of affirmation,the gentle touches and to sleep safe and sound in her arms at night.

Suddenly Aegon thoughts were interrupted,the door of the council room opened to reveal Ser Harrold Westerling.His shining armor reflected the light coming from the windows and the tickling iron sound made his way to the large table.

«Ser Harrold.»the Queen addressed him with a surprised voice«Have something happened?»she asked then,this time her voice laced with concern at his worried expression.

«My apologize,you grace.»he bowed his head,then he turned his gaze to where Y/n was sitting.

Aegon felt his wife straining on her sit as he squeezed his hand in hers«The servant girl,Elyse,said there is a problem.»he stated.

His heart started to race,he heard that name million of times coming from his wife mouth.The name of the girl who was suppose to look after and take care of his son when he or his wife were busy.

What if something happened to his son?

«Where are they?»Y/n asked worried.

Ser Harrold gestured the door«She’s outside,my princess.»

«Make her come in then!»Aegon demanded,yelling at Ser Harrold.

Y/n immediately stood up,the wooden chair behind her screeching the stone floor,her pulse quick in her throat.The young servant girl entered the room and soon the sound of cries and pitch screams enveloped the tense air of the room.In her arms a little boy was crying,his face was red,his mouth wide open choking out sob after sob,nose snotty and cheeks stained with hot tears that were falling from his eyes.

«Princess»the servant called out with a desperate tone«He won’t stop crying and the midwife was nowhere to be found.I don’t know what to do!»the boy was squirming in her arms,his little hand pushing her away as he tried desperately to reach to his mother.

Aegon eyes darted to Ser Harrold«Go and search for the midwife,before i’ll do it myself»he ordered him in a low tone.

Then he turned to look at his wife,at how her arms wrapped around their son,they way she was kissing his temple and whispering lovingly to him to make him calm down.Again the ugly flame of jealousy took place in him.

«There is no need.»Y/n said,caressing down her son back and sitting again next to her husband.«He just needed his mama love.»with holding little Aegon to her chest,the little boy stopped his tantrum,cuddling into his mother love and comfort and closing his eyes drifting in a peaceful sleep.

“Yes”Aegon thought, “I would like some mama love too.”

Aegon frustrated expression was met with Lord Wyled annoyed one.Not just he was interrupted during his presentation of the realm problems,but now a child was attending the small council and no one said anything.

«I’m sorry,my princess.»Lord Wylde started with a polite tone«But i don’t think this is a place suit for a child.»he said looking at the little prince sleeping form.

«Does the presence of my son bother you,Lord Wylde?»Aegon asked raising his eyebrows.

The man looked at everyone in the room,to the Queen who smiled at the sight of her grandson,the Hand of the King who knew better than disagree with Aegon and the other lords who kept their eyes everywhere else instead on princess Y/n and her son.

«Of course not,your majesty.»he answered with a fake smile and bowing his head.

«Then carry on.»

Two weeks passed by,the event still fresh in everyone minds as the young prince Aegon,third of his name,first Name Day had finally arrived.All the court and the important Lords and Ladies of the Seven Kingdoms reunited in Kingswood to celebrate.

Aegon was sitting on a blanket,on the green grass,near the lake.His son was playing with a little wooden dragon that his grandfather gifted him while his younger brother was listening to him.

«So she stayed there with him in her arms?»Aemond was sitting with them,enjoying the warm beams of the sun.

The day after,the fact that princess Y/n decided to keep her son in the small council room was talked in all the Red Keep.

Aegon gulped down his wine,before cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand«Of course,he stays with her always.»he stated with a sarcastic tone.

But it was the truth.The blanket he was sitting on,the forgotten crayons and papers,the little toys scattered around them,had seen Y/n more than he did in this long year.

Aemond let out a short laugh«You sound like a neglected wife.»he told to his older brother.

Little Aegon was crawling around the blanket when his father let out«Maybe because i feel like one!»he didn’t know if it was the alcohol in his system or the feeling of being casted aside that grown in him that made him said that.

«Don’t you think you are being a little dramatic?You know how mothers are.»Aemond asked,turning to look at him with a raised eyebrows.

«No,i don’t know and neither you do!»Aegon bursted out.

Maybe he was being dramatic,he loved his son dearly from the bottom of his heart and he missed him too.He never had a good relationship with his father,mostly he ignored his presence in favor of his older sister,Rhaenyra,and now that horrible feeling,the one that started to disappear once Y/n entered his life,came out again.

But he didn’t knew mothers or motherhood would been like this.He didn’t actually had the best role model growing up and seeing Y/n with their son made him realize how much he had missed out.That’s why he was jealous,of something he never had and that now made him feel even worse to try to steal it from his son.

«I know,but-»Aemond tried again.

«You don’t know how it is!»Aegon immediately defended himself«She doesn’t even know i exist anymore,we hadn’t have sex in two weeks and i’m starting to think that she wanted to name our son after me so that she could replace me.»he was shouting at this point but his voice was full of sadness.

«I don’t need to know how often you put your cock in her.»Aemond started disgusted only to receive a stern look from his older brother,then he put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a light squeeze«But i think that you really need to talk this matter with her.She loves you,for some strange motive,she will understand.»

Later in the afternoon,with Aemond words still in his head,Aegon watched his wife figure by the fire.As always she was holding their son in her arms,preventing anyone to take him away from her,while kissing his face.

«Oh,my little Aegon»she singed with a sweet voice«i don’t want you to grow up.I want you to always stay this little so i can kiss you and cuddle you forever!»their son laughed at his mother tenderness,his eyes sparkling and little hands touching her cheeks.

“How about your big Aegon?”he thought holding the golden cup in his hand.

It was in that moment,gulping down his last drop of wine,that he excused himself,took his son from his wife arms and gave him to the servant girl,Elyse,before taking Y/n hand and walking with her to their tent.

«Aegon»Y/n called after him,almost tripping on her feet«What’s the matter?»she asked worried.

Once inside their tent,her husband let go of her hand,turning around to face her«Our son.»he simply responded with a tired voice.

Her face started to panic«Did something happened to him?»she asked immediately.

Aegon shook his head,a sour smile on his lips«See?You always worry about him!»

«Because i’m his mother.»Y/n answered,like it was obvious.

«You were my wife first!»with that,Aegon took off the invisible cloak he was wearing.

The fear of her reaction,of what she might thought of him,the fear of her leaving him were to heavy at this point to hide all of them.

Y/n stood there,frozen on her feet as she watched her husband pained expression.It felt like her little bubble,the joy of finally being a mother herself,was now dissolving in front of what she didn’t saw all of this time.

«I’m the reason you have a son»Aegon carried on,his voice hoarse«And you act like i’m not even here,like you are his only parent.»

He was tired,she just now noticed that she haven’t slept with besides him for days.When was the last time it was only the two of them?Maybe before their son was born,when Aegon was so enthusiastic to become a father and have his own little family.The one that she took all to herself.

«I’m sorry.»she apologized,her eyes watering mirroring his«I didn’t realize how i was acting.I just wanted our son to never feel like you did,but i even made you feel even worse.»her voice was trembling a bit.

Aegon looked her in confusion«What?»he asked her,he took a few step in her direction.

His hand was was caressing her arm,savoring the soft texture of her skin«When i first told you i was pregnant,you were happy because you knew that our son would have a mother who loves him deeply.Something that you didn’t have and i was so focused on giving him that,that i forgot to gave you the same.»

That was the main reason why she wanted to name her son Aegon,to make everything right with this one.To give him what he deserved,a loving and caring mother unlike the one that her husband had.

They were both crying at this point,he indeed needed all the love her heart was capable of and he was more than happy to know that his son was having it too.

«I also have some love to give him,to give to the both of you.Don’t shut me out.»he pleaded her.

Their nose where touching,they lips only few millimeters away from each other when she whispered«We will need plenty of love for this little one.»taking his hand and placing it on her belly with a genuine smile on her face.

Aegon heart exploded with love,kissing her with passion,his soul finally at ease at the thought of having another child with the woman he loved so much«I hope this one will be a girl.»he said with a short laugh.

But he didn’t care really,boy or girl,he would had love them and his wife with everything he got and just now he realized ho silly his jealousy was.

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its-actually-minicika · 1 year

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Imagine 02

You've been avoiding Aemond for a whole week. That was the adamant truth of it.

In your defense, there was hardly anything you could say to him, while remaining neutral and polite about it.

The speech he gave at the dinner table, when his father announced your engagement with his nephew, Jacaerys, was shocking, low and disrespectful - even for him.

His 'final tribute', as he so called it, not only put Jace's legitimacy into question, but strode to poke at your honor, as well.

"And to my dearest Lady," He had said, "Who'd rather stay a Riverland cunt, than bear a true Targaryen name."

His harshness and impetuous words were the last straw for your betrothed, who marched forth and punched him straight in the jaw, despite his attempts to be prim and proper the entire night.

You recalled the ease with which Aemond pushed him away, schooling his features into a proud and arrogant smirk - one that faded away within a second, the moment he saw your hurt and angered look.

You merely shook your head, letting out a huff through the welling of tears, and made your way back to your Quarters, followed close behind by Jace.

Pleasantries were exchanged with him, heartfelt goodbye's were said - it would be a while yet until your wedding would take place, and, as his mother considered then, it would be best for them to take again to Dragonstone, until the animosity between her and the Queen's sons would simmer down, allowing for curteous conversation to haul its place.

For the first time in forever, you felt completely alone.

Whenever Aemond would appear at the table to break fast or bread with you, you'd elegantly excuse yourself, not even sparing him a second look.

And the Prince felt broken, in such agony and despair. He could count on one hand the amount of times he saw your shadow linger, the times he heard your skirts kiss the stone grounds which your feet carried you over.

Such was the way of things, until one fated night, when neither of you could find sleep - only then did Aemond corner you in the dark, secluded library. Only then did he turn so red in the face, you humorously thought he matched both your Houses' banners.

"You've been avoiding me. And I need you to stop."

His tone of voice ought to have vexed you. For who was he to command you so?

You turned around to face his gaze, and promptly raised your head at him.

"Some might say you now reap what you have sown, my Prince."

His shoulders slouched forward - and if you didn't know him so well, such movement would have gone unnoticed. Gingerly, he tried again.

"You've not once called me that. Not even when it was expected."

"People have a way of surprising you sometimes. Wouldn't you agree?"

He pursed his lips tightly, and lowered his lavander glare. Half a heartbeat later, and a drawn-out breath in, Aemond Targaryen fell to his knees.

Deep creases marred over his forehead, his silky hair having fallen out of place. He dared not to look at you, and instead trailed his eye over the details of your blue dress.

"Your silence cuts me. Deeper than a thousand blades."

His able words had made you scoff. You were tempted to praise his silver tongue, and quirk an eyebrow at his attempted poetry: after the stunt he pulled, it was a wonder he knew how to speak so sweetly.

Still, you settled on biting your inner cheek, in favour of listening to him further.

"I shall beg you on my knees if you so desire. But... torture my heart no further."

Quietness ensued a while, until you thought of an appropriate reply.

"I thought we were friends."

"We are, My Lady. We always have been -"

"Clearly, I was wrong." You assertively interjected, "Gods, Aemond, how can you say such a thing?"

His face was every bit as hurt as you imagined your own to be.

"What you said at dinner..."

"Was very wrong on your behalf, and I apologize. I deserve no less a punishment, but please - Please grant me release and forgive me."

"You bring forth foul rumours of my future husband's legitimacy, and put everything into question. You tried to hurt him, and by extension, me." Breathless from the intensity with which you spoke, you pinched the bridge of your nose to calm your aching nerves. "It's not enough to be sorry for what you said to me. You must regret what you said in regards to my future family, too."

For the first time that night, Aemond's eye shot back up, and his swirling orb came in direct contact with yours. Confusion and anger were etched into his sharp features, and the Crown Prince fought to stay composed as he spoke.

"You cannot mean to tell me... you actually intend on marrying that bastard."

Ired far beyond belief, you opened your mouth to face his allegations, but Aemond's minestrations were faster than yours.

"You see no problem in becoming the Realm's laughing stock, in moving to Dragonstone to mother the Strong's bastards?"

It was your turn to feel your cheeks catch aflame. Your face twisted into a painful scowl, and you bravely took a step ahead, pushing out your chin out to openly defy him.

"Jacaerys will be King of the Seven Kingdoms. Our offspring will be anything but bastards."

Before you knew it, Aemond rose up from his taciturn pose, towering over you, as he pushed you onto the cold, stone wall. His face mirrored the expression he wore not a week prior, and the man nodded in understanding, before tracing your jaw with his calloused finger.

"There is nothing I won't do for you.. I would carve my heart out and bear it in front of you. If you won't see to reason, then I will make you understand."

Your mouth slouched open, and your eyebrows furrowed in grave turmoil. All the colour drained from your face. "... Excuse me?"

"After all these years," Aemond huffed, "do you still not understand? I love you. I have loved you... ever since we were children."

You jerked your face away from him, and closed your eyes in disarray. You chewed on your bottom lip for but a moment, and forced yourself to stare at him again. "I'm marrying Jacaerys." You whispered lowly, despite your inner certainty, "And there is nothing that can be done about it now."

Aemond growled - animalistically, possessively - all over something he could never have. His hand tried to rest over your cheek, but you sternly pushed him away, widening the distance between your two, heaving bodies.

"No, Aemond." You chastised in vain, as you felt his arms snake around your form again. "No good will come out of this. And you know it, too."

"Hmm..."

"You're to be betrothed, as well." You halfheartedly reminded him. "And when you meet with the Baratheon girl, you'll think yourself very silly for ever wanting this - for ever wanting me."

"To Hell with the Four Storms." He gently whispered into your ear, "All my life I fulfilled my duty. I will not be denied the one thing I desire most."

With one final push and pull, you wiggled yourself free of his scorching embrace. "The hour is very late. I'm going to bed." You declared in your best neutral tone.

Aemond remained hammered in place. His erratic breath accompanied your hurried footsteps and swish of your dress - until none of the two echoed throughout the narrow hallway anymore.

"Ziry iksos issa ao jāhor nykeōragon hembar naejot mēre tubis, issa jorrāelagon... Se nyke jāhor zālagon glaesagon... qilōni elsvōk issa hen melaestōr ao."

For Aemond would not renounce you so easily. That was the adamant truth of it.

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The Girl in Fatal Lavanders

Fanfic Written and Illustrated by @lizaluvsthis

Idea of creation by @itsajjanea

First (Prologue)

Author's note: I'd like to thank @itsajjanea for drawing three that describes out the song Heathers by Conan Gray (I loved that song before and still do) the song gave so many feels <3

For now- onto the fanfic!

Summary: SMG4 has found someone new, much to Three's dismay. He couldn't help it but feel like something is wrong with his new "Girlfriend" and that there is something more going on with her than just being all 'kind' and 'polite' to people, especially with SMG4.

will SMG4 still end up being inlove with the Lavender Girl? or does he end up with Three's open heart

Tags: Enemies to Friends, Sun and Moon, angst, betrayal, catching feelings, comfort, hurt/comfort, drama, enemies to lovers, enemy, fluff, oblivious, slowburn, fruityass, gayness

Relationships:

SMG4/SMG3

Mario & Meggy Spletzer

Meggy & SMG3

SMG4 & Original Character

PuzzleVision(TvAdware) & Original Character

SMG3 & Mario

SMG4 & Mario

Beginning Chapter - 1 New Person, 1 New Goal

An announcement breaks out from the castle of SMG4's as he calls everyone. "The hell did you bring us here for?" Bob angrily asked, ruining his dating plans with another chick.

"Whatever it is, I don't care." Three calmly said sitting peacefully on the couch waiting for SMG4 to say something. "Prepare yourself to be blinded by this but..."

"But first- promise you guys won't laugh..." SMG4 held back in reassurance from his crew's support. Boopkins being the bright one of the team, spoke.

"Awe don't worry SMG4! We won't laugh or judge you!" SMG4 gave Boopkins a weak smile and proceeded, taking a deep breath.

"I know it has been a few weeks now since I've gone out for a few or most days, I never bothered to check the castle much because I went away. Now that I'm back again... I wanted to surprise you all with something..."

"Ohhhhh is it spaghetti-os?" Mario cheered in excitement, but with a disapproving look on four's expression, he wasn't talking about that. "No, but it's something else... I uh- I've met someone new"

Four gave a nervous chuckle at the end. The whole crew felt silent as they all began to laugh. SMG4 felt embarrassed and humiliated himself, grunting and blushing down. Mario spoke up.

"Are you sure you're not high or anything S-M-G-4 ? Or haven't you gotten enough B-tches from the past few years you've attempted dating a girl? Oh no wait- you don't have any!" This caused the whole crew to laugh even more, except for Boopkins and Meggy.

"C'mon, guys! At Least Four is trying his best here- say- SMG4, we haven't met this person yet- what's their name?" SMG4 looked at Meggy bringing his smile up again.

"This is a surprise everyone- but... here she is!" A door opens from the entrance, with a first footstep from the opening. Is seen with purple scandals following on with a pair of white socks exceeding up to the leg reach.

Slow opening, the person dressed in dark magenta overalls. With the length of the pants put a match near the sock's leg reach. With cute navy blue buttons, and lilac color of cloth from their shirt.

Up to the face with a smile, oddly enough with a non-patterned color of red as the hat's signature. Almost near to Mario's similar color but gave off soft and dark.

The symbol from the top spots out a "#" Then the hair gave out a brunette color, and the excess ends to the shoulder length gave out curls.

Oddly enough, Lavender colored eyes are rare to have. And a mole near the corner of the left cheek.

She gently closed the door, seeing from her second hand, it was a phone with the color of cyan. "Hello there everyone! Wow! I'm super excited to meet you all!" Everyone went silent.

"Guys, meet my new girlfriend..." SMG4 let out his hand extending to the brunette. She gladly accepted the handhold, getting pulled slowly by SMG4s. She looked at everyone who still smiled, side-hugging SMG4 with his hand touching her back.

"Haha- very funny SMG4-" SMG3 crossed both of his arms, there is no way SMG4 could pull out someone with the likes of HER... (plus- she looks kinda mid...) SMG3 thought to himself squinting his eyes at Four's new 'Girlfriend's' face.

"Are you brain damaged?" Three pulled out his sarcasm to see how his 'girlfriend' would react to that and how she'd deal with it. Unfortunately for three, however, She was pretty aggressive for action so he brought back what he said.

"Aren't you emotionally unstable?" The crew went on with the hums of "oohs" as Four quieted them down pushing three out of the way. "Hey- slow down- we don't want to settle up fights here, right "Three"?"

SMG4 tilts his head, side-eyeing at Three. He just wished that the man wouldn't do anything stupid. "Right." Angered by the purple and black.

"Anyways- six, you have the microphone" SMG4 lets go of her to make the brunette feel welcomed and comfortable. "Hello everyone! My name is T-A-G-6, I'm just a lovely and polite girl who loves to play video games and helps out with editing videos! I do find memes funny too besides with this cutie"

Six looked at Four with a smirk and winked at him, four giggled like a blushing boy from high school. This made Three's brows change out with a more angered expression giving her the looks.

"My name stands for 'Totally-Average-Girl' then there's six! You can call me Tag or Six if you prefer it that-" SMG3 decides to break in again, approaching her confidently smiling.

For three who wanted to show her who's boss at being close with SMG4.

"how about bombers? You sound like a horse and you play like a hooker tiny wrink-"

TAG6 took a step back summoning a big solid grey hammer, whaming Three's chin then up to the roof where he gets thrown out to the space leaving him screaming.

"So- any questions?" Her left eye twitched from Three's sudden call from her. (Why he... better get a taste of his own medicine! ) Six pouted her mouth just putting a thought about Three's immediate reaction.

"Ooh! Ooh! How did you two meet?" Tari asked intrigued with TAG6's special skill and appearance. "Funny to answer that but- we met online" SMG4 walked in looking back at Tag's lavender eyes.

Four and Tag explained to the crew how they met while on a public server from multimedia works. Four noticed Tag has the same interest as him, and a few more days of him taking her on dates.

The two finally made it official. "Wait wait! Did you both kiss?" Saiko looked at the two with an amused look when Four and Tag struck eye contact and then back to her. "Umm- no we- haven't yet... we're taking this whole thing- slow..."

TAG6 made a sheepish grin and with Four scratching his back, "We uh- we're not there yet..." SMG4 looked down sadly but forced a smile just for TAG6 to not worry her.

"But- that's okay! We can- do that if... we're both ready..." simply patting Four's back gaining comfort from her.

The crew showered her with questions and conversations, as Meggy left in hopes of finding where SMG3 had gone right after TAG6 blew him off the roof.

"SMG3? Are you here?" She said following three foot tracks from the mud. "SMG3!" Meggy shouted his name to be left with faint sobs near the bush.

Meggy quietly sneaks in, to see SMG3 crying silently hugging both of his knees. "What am I gonna do now? Four has a girlfriend and he didn't even tell me... I don't even know WHY this bothers me so much-"

Meggy felt bad at Three, he didn't deserve any of this. She began to back away but snapped a twig from under, getting Three's attention as he looked at the sound.

"Squid. What are you doing here...? Came to make fun of me?" SMG3 wiped out his tears after seeing Meggy, getting up properly from the ground.

"I didn't mean to barge in like that, I saw you crying and... well- sorry..." Meggy held her left elbow in a single shell of comfort.

Three sighed, but seeing him not pushing or telling the orange squid to go away. She continued. "He means so much to you if that's what I would've guessed"

Meggy stood next to him, looking down at the ground. "Ever since before and after three, I know. I saw how you acted... you know, you can't keep your feelings in there for too long"

“I can’t say that I’d let it all out only idiots do that.”

Meggy turns around. “It’s your choice, only you decide what you pick. Please remember SMG3… it’s not healthy to cover up wounds without someone doing so.”

“But at all costs, you’ll be okay three” Meggy placed her hand to his shoulder. “I can’t promise that sh-t.” SMG3 shrugs off Meggy’s hand leaving her out of the way.

—-

In the castle, SMG4 enjoys getting compliments on how he just got a girlfriend along with them congratulating him. For Mario however, he doesn’t see anything changing from the man.

“Boy, you sure know how to charm a woman SMG4” Mario gave out a laugh to which SMG4 gave along. “Guess I bring out my luck to 'em” he finger guns at TAG6 with a wink.

TAG6 played along to her role, acting in love, acting happy, acting fine, acting okay. Everything was fake behind the mask, she felt anger, disgust, hatred, and pity with his crew and SMG4 to himself.

(How cheesy could this guy get along with his members? It’s so boring…) The goop who controls its own human body, rolled its eyes for who knows how many?

But no matter… I still have the Meme Guardian in our grasp, there is no way of escape for the man and the plan itself…

TAG6 made a sly face behind his shoulder. This plan is just getting started…

“Hey! U-uh- Meggy Spletzer… was it?” She caught the orange squid’s attention by surprise. “Yep, that's my name! You know me from somewhere?” Tag gets too excited and squirms, hugging Meggy tightly in results crushing her ribs.

“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD- OH MY GOD!!! I’M SUCH A BIG FAN! I SAW YOU ON TV, YOU WON ON SPLATOON FEST!” Tag shook her from side to side, nuzzling under her neck. “Sorry- heh…Again- I’m such a big fan!” Disgusting.

Meggy swoons her head from left to right, trying to recover her strength after Tag lets her go. “How long have you been a fan? Now that's a shock, but- well- it’s an honor to be known as your splat star!”

(Everything is going smoothly as it is… remember the plan… get close to his friends and never let them know about his disappearance.)

With a quick glance on the brunette’s, it is now Mario’s turn again to speak with his closest friend. “Don't you feel a bit happier now that you got a girlfriend SMG4?” Mario asked, in such a simple question.

This made SMG4 rethink about his whole life, yeah he is happy that he got a girlfriend. But why does he feel like something else is missing? Why did it feel so wrong? Where does he even get this? It couldn’t possibly be SMG3.

The SMG3 he knew wouldn’t be having these kinds of feelings to him… right…? He's never been the intimate guy that he knew who would be pulling these stuffs... or would he...? Nah- three doesn't have these stuff its just SMG4 being an overthinker...

But really tho... he doesnt have these feelings to him right...?

…

Right…?

“Pshh- You’re talking nonsense Mario- TAG6 is a perfect girl and a perfect person to me! Why would I be less happy about this?” SMG4 re-arranged his hat and pulled his collar.

It felt that something inside of him cracked, from this hurting and deep tingling he’s touched. He couldn’t get a hint.

Mario points up his hand, speaking of his joy rate. The more the red italian spent the time with SMG4, the more he knew every move and every breath of his best friend.

There is a high difference on how he acts around them, yet this one is giving him a vibe that- he couldn’t understand.

Something is telling him that this person does NOT have a soul… nor this person is even living...

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Next Chapter - One is off, theres two but one

[PENDING...]

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mochademic · 2 months

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100 Days of Productivity [Day: 63] || 100 Jours de Productivité [Jour: 63]

sometimes the meaning of life is to have so many words that you have none. to discover just how many ways one can say that you love. love yourself, love them, love what you do & how you do it, love that living is a thing that takes each day to build & break down again. smelling mint in the morning & lavender in the living room. it’s tremendous to be here.

course work finished

freelance work caught up

important phone calls made

hair trimmed [the horror!]

contract offer accepted

currently listening // Moments by Spacyboi

parfois le sens de la vie est d'avoir tellement de mots qu'on n'en a plus. découvrir combien de façons on peut dire qu'on aime. s'aimer, les aimer, aimer ce qu'on fait et comment on le fait, aimer que la vie est une chose qui prend chaque jour à se construire et à se reconstruire. sentir la menthe le matin et la lavande dans le salon. c'est formidable d'être ici.

travaux de cours terminés

travail indépendant rattrapé

appels téléphoniques importants

coupe de cheveux [l'horreur !]

offre de contrat acceptée

chanson // Moments par Spacyboi

#100 days of productivity #day 63 #100dop #100 jours de productivité #jour 63 #100jdp #studyblr #study motivation #studyspo #study aesthetic #study blog #bookish #gradblr

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r0-boat · 1 year

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Pollen drunk

Congratulations to Beemas winning the poll I know I said I probably wouldn't write anything special but hey, I was feeling extra motivated. Enjoy your extra sweet gift. Full of some humor and all horny!

-That one headcannon where a certain type of pollen makes bees monstrously horny-

Bee!Ingoxreaderxbee!Emmet.

( very brief implied Elesa x reader)

Gn!reader (queenie is a playfull nickname they used for you, but reader goes by they/them and is normally called royal or your highness)

Cw: degrading, some praise Kink, cream pie, dub con, breeding mentioned, name calling, sex pollen.

It was just a normal morning when Emmet received a report from the head of the Drone Scouts about an abnormally large plant. The report peaked Ingo's interest and you were dying to go anywhere that wasn't your work desk,

According to the report the area where the plant was spotted didn't seem dangerous, no enemy hybrids or any Titan bugs. it seemed no harm in bringing you along, it has been a while since Ingo and Emmet had proper alone time with you.

They missed feeling this close to you clinging to them as they beat their wings trying to find the exact location where this plant was said to be.

Emmet let our chuckle when he felt you're hold around him tightening, you're cute frightened noises made his heart skip a beat.

" Don't be scared sweet darling I would never drop you, I'm a verrrrry good flyer"

He reassures letting out a buzz akin to a purr as a nuzzles his nose into your hair.

" Oh it seems we've reached our destination?"

Ingo calls out to his brother, pointing at a large pink flower with droopy petals.

Large was an understatement it easily towered over the tallest trees. Soaking the sun while its pink petals casted on to the three of you as you landed.

Emmet kissed your forehead gently lowering you to the ground.

Feeling the ground once again beneath Your Feet you stretch was the two brothers walk to the massive trunk that is the stalk of the plant.

They inspect the plant their antennae twitching.

" nothing too suspicious... but I do sense a powerful sweet smell coming from somewhere."

Ingo states to his brother.

" You smell it too?"

Emmet closed his eyes before opening them.

" I do... it smells sort of like chocolate or... maybe vanilla, but I do smell something else something more Floral... Roses... Lavander."

"How curious... I deduced it might be coming from the top of the flower. The pollen perhaps?"

Emmet nodded " I agree with you brother"

Ingo and Emmet walked away from the stem looking up at the pedals. As they continue to talk with one another.

You watch from a distance enjoying the fresh air smiling as you enjoy watching your kings do their job.

"Male or female?" Ingo ponders.

Emmet running farther out from under the flower. "ahh... Umm... curious... it produces pollen but it ony has a Florussy."

Ingo hears you bust out laughing as he turns red he immediately shouts scolding at his brother "EMMET!! That is not appropriate language for a royal such as yourself to have!"

Ingo hears you laugh harder as Emmet smirks and points at you " Bullshit! Why can't I use the dirty human slang when our Highness can describe Elesa having a "sweet Bee-ussy""

Your heart sinks immediately, Turning Away not wanting to meet ingo's death gaze. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head.

"I will deal with the both of you later..." Ingo growls before sighing, realizing the conversation has been derailed.

"Brother you mentioned that the flower didn't have a Stamen."

" Plant Cock and balls, correct" Emmet says with a straight face. You try to stifle your snort.

Ingo's eyebrows twitch, It's obvious he's just trying to poke his older brother's buttons. but doesn't take the bait. Putting his hands to his mouth as he thinks to himself

" very strange... that means the flower somehow still produces pollen even though it is female"

Immediately Emmet raises his hand pointing up" I advise a closer look!"

"MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY!" Ingo yells a little too loud.

They fold out their wings preparing to lift back off.

You got up from your stump " you're going to the top of the flower now? oh that's so cool! can I come too?"

Ingo shakes his head " apologies your highness this is much too dangerous we wouldn't want you to slip and fall..."

The other king nodding in agreement with his brother before chiming in " Stay on the ground where it's safe honey."

You pout but don't protest walking back over to your stump playing around with the much smaller flowers That Grew around the stump

"next stop The Pistil!" Ingo yells before they take off flying to the top of the flower.

You've been waiting down here for more than 10 minutes, starting to run out of things to do. You keep looking back up at the top of the flower wondering if your kings are okay.

You dug your foot into the dirt trying not to think of the worst things that could have happened to your dear Kings.

You here buzzing snapping you out of your thoughts your heart skipping a beat and happiness seeing your kings again, well only Ingo.

You got up from your stump as he begin to approach you. However you seem to notice something was different about him

A yellow powdery substance seem to cling to his black uniforms.

Ingo's pupils are dilated and his movements seem to sway, as they got closer to you you can see his face was flushed a deep red, as he seemed to be out of breath.

Before you can ask where his brother had gone you felt arms wrap around you.

Emmet!

His breath tickling your neck.

"You smell so goood your Majesty~"

He purrs in your ear guiding you and sending you back down on your stump. " sit down Queenie you seem soooo tired."

"Emme-" you gasp as you felt his lips and tongue against your sensitive ears kissing and nipping at them before going down.

When Ingo finally gets to you he's immediately on his knees. His gloved hands groping your legs as he pulls them apart "haha... I'm so so thirsty, do you have anything sweet for me to drink?" Ingo smiles eyes your thighs and hips licking his lips thoughts of biting into your plush thighs invading his mind.

Your face turns bright red, what has gotten into your kings. The bee hybrid behind you coos his hands now going under your shirt. " Tooo cute!"

Emmet leans in whispering filthy things into your ear "This is why you're my faaaavorite fuck toy~"

You whimper your heart's beating faster his words going straight to your core.

You felt hands touch and feel every curve of your body while your pants get slipped off of you.

" let me taste you~ I'll make you feel so good before I pound you in the ground like cock drunk whore." Ingo growls

You practically moan that his sentence Ingo hardly ever degrades even when he does he always seems to apologize afterward. those words coming out of his mouth like that excited you.

Emmet chuckles at your noises his mouth moving to your neck making sure to give the sensitive skin plenty of attention.

" oh? Dear Brother, can it be... that are beloved Royal is actually just a cum hungry slut?"

Ingo moans pressing his face against your clothed sex inhaling your raw sweet scent of arousal.

" you might be right Emmet. Then we must feed them quickly we don't want our royal fuck pet starving"

You let out a moan grinding against Ingo's hand as he pulls your underwear to the side.

"Oh fuck, Ingo Emmet p-please!"

Emmet hums his thumb rolling over your perk nipples as he continues covering your neck in his marks.

"What is it sweet one?" Ingo asks His hot breath between your legs making you shiver.

"I want both of you."

"Sooo greedy~" Emmet coos before sinking his teeth into your shoulder as Ingo begins pleasuring you with his tongue.

Your legs shake as Ingo devours you his tongue extending with each lick wanting more and more of your taste. He eats you with the vigor, while his brother behind you starts manhandling you squeezing your hips pinching your nipples feeling pressing grabbing anything that interested him. All the while he curves is assault back under your ears Whispering more filthy things into them while he licks and sucks your ear lobes.

You Buck your hips grinding yourself into Ingo's mouth, smothering his face with your core. His sweet honey likes saliva making your sensitive core buzz delightfully enhancing your pleasure.

You smell so sweet drowning him in your scent, you squeeze and twitch in his mouth, on his tongue he knows you're close.

"thats it you're doing so good, Cum for me, fill my mouth."

Ingo demand speeding up his hand hitting your thighs encouraging you to explode on his face.

Which you do you fall over that edge his hand harshly slapping your plush thighs over and over as you fill his mouth with your juices.

" it's feeding time dear~" you hear Emmet say as you're lifted and laid over the stump.

Emmet unbuckles his belt his throbbing cock slapping against your face. His Clawed hands brushing through your hair before grabbing.

" and you'll swallow every last drop of me, right dear?"

You nod opening your mouth before Emmet could ask.

"Oh? So obedient, good pet~ you're so good at this~ you're making me feel so verrry good you're perfect~"

Emmet groans sliding his cock inside of your mouth twitching feeling your tongue rub against his shaft.

Ingo lips pepper your ass with kisses " I can never get enough of you, so stunning, so sweet and good for me... I feel so hot~ I need you!" He presses his clothes bulge against your ass his claws digging into your sides letting out breathless huffs he humps against you. " I don't want to enter you just yet~ wanna t-tease my cock, before I reward myself with your tight warm walls. You're my reward sweet thing~"

Emmet gasps his wings flicking as you try to suck him in deeper.

"Y-you want more? You really- really are cock hungry haha" He starts to move pushing himself deeper your mouth warming his cock.

Ingo finally having enough feeling his boxer soak with precum he finally slides both of them off stroking his hard throbbing cock before pressing it against your entrance.

"i-i can't hold back anymore I need to make sure you're sore tomorrow!"

He feels you with one thrust bucking your body into Emmet. You moan around him it's shaft with makes him buck into your mouth.

"Oh! Honey! So good! y-you're going to make me lose control too!"

When you heard this you immediately start moaning pressing your body up against ingo's cock as you suck harder on Emmet's.

Emmet chokes "Hah! I- I think they want us to lose control"

Ingo snarls his hand smacking your ass " do you want that your highness do you want us to breed you?"

" carve your holes with our cocks?"

Ingo's new dirty talk is really getting to you...

Whatever this yellow pollen stuff from that flower was made your sweet King bees completely different people.

Pneumon in response with made Emmet take his cock out of your throat for a second.

"talk whore"

You cough getting a minute to catch your breath "Please fill me up I want nothing more than to be filled with your cum"

Emmet breath goes heavy immediately filling your mouth back up with his cock.

"F-fuck! Y-you a-are so verrrry cute!" He says grabbing a festival of your hair as he begins thrusting hard into your mouth.

Your eyes roll back as you feel Ingo speed up as well, slamming himself as deep as he could inside of you deep and hard thrusts hitting every spot making your toes curl in your back arch.

Your screams are muffled as you cream on Ingo's cock, your insides clamping down on him milking him for all he's worth.

"O-oh H-highness... you're, too good, gonna to make me-! F-fuck!"

You felt every hot load shoot deep inside of you. "S-so much!" Ingo sobs even after he filled you so full he's still cumming letting out a grown of disappointment when some of his seed spills onto the floor . However Ingo doesn't stop, only slowing down bucking with each pulse of his cock, to instead begin pounding faster riding out his orgasm "S-so good! More! M-mooore!"

Your muffled squeals make Emmet shake, his eyes rolling back as he fills your throat with sticky hot seed, soon overflowing your mouth making you drool White.

Emmet growls in frustration at your wasteful behavior

"T-take it! take it all! You said you were hungry, drink more!"

Your bees begin to get more ravenous with each orgasm they swapped places before taking you on different parts of the ground.

You are surely going to be sore tomorrow or maybe for a whole week.

Distinctly remember Ingo staying true to his words, your nails digging into the dirt while he uses your hole as his fleshlight.

Or Emmet folding your legs in half pounding down into you.

Well... maybe not as distinctly The hours begin to blur as morning turned into dusk when the pollen started to finally wear off.

You were covered in cum and yellow pollen.

The twins laying on the ground away from you exhausted beyond belief.

They concluded that the pollen does not affect humans, but to bee hybrids a powerful aphrodisiac effect that lasts for hours.

You were covered in pollen so they probably had to wash you off in a nearby spring before bringing you back to the hive. No doubt the drones were absolutely worried for their kings and Royal.

Seeing how much their Royal enjoyed their time together with the pollen....

and how affectionate they were when they got home. They will be sending a team to collect and study the pollen for urm... research.

As for the Royal and Emmet...

After a week of the Royals recovery from uuh... B-back pain... Ingo forced them and Emmet to take a weeks worth of Botany class with the head of the agriculture Department.

#I did it I did the train speak are you proud of me?!#smut #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #beegearstation au #submas x reader #submas smut #ingo x reader x emmet #Ingo x reader #Emmet x reader #Submas au #Sex pollen

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edelweissbarnes · 5 months

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Water and ice

( I don’t know who’s the artist but I love this piece. If you know who they are, please let me know so I can give the right credit, thanks)

Bucky Barnes x supersoldierF!reader Edelweiss (OFC)

Same as Bucky, one of the conditions for your pardon was weekly mandatory Therapy sessions. this one take to the surface a very painful memory that could mess with your relationship with the former Winter Soldier. (Angst,past trauma, depiction of violence, past torture, memory of Rumlow being a prick, smut, unprotected sex, edging, if i forget something let me know).

The more you walk, heading home from your mandatory weekly therapy session with dr Reynor, the more you feel the anger flares through your whole being.

As usual she was able to read through the lines, poking emotions you’d like to bury in a very deep place, maybe forget them once and for all. This time the unfortunate trigger was something that you unwillingly confessed between your teeth on the last session: your inability to think on taking a bath as a relaxing thing. While Bucky was hiding, regaining his memory, you were still in the hands of Hydra, especially in Rumlow’s, who used and tortured you as if through you he could get his revenge on Bucky and Steve for what happened to him when the Triskelion collapsed.

The worst of his tortures was the Tub, as he called it. worse than waterboarding, devilishly cruel and sadistic: a bathtub filled with water and ice, his rage and all your will to live. your resilience amplified by the super soldier serum running through your veins. Sometimes he also used a cloth to cover your face before sinking your bounded form into the iced water, every time longer then before but never too much to let you die.

You thought that the better solution was bury your personal inferno in a far and dark part of your damaged brain but dr Reynor thinks otherwise.

“You need to talk about painful things if you want to heal…” she explained.

Fucking doctor.

So focused on your emotions you didn’t notice that you’re already home, with uncertain hand you flip the key, opening the door and the familiar smell of lavander and vervain invades your nostrils.

“Hey doll, I’m in the kitchen, hope you’re hungry I made dinner” you hear Bucky as soon as you set foot through the door, he heard you coming in with his super soldier hearing.

Hearing his voice, in the state of mind in which you are, only make your anger more acute that you almost felt sick. Silent, you walk into the kitchen, your mind up to find a way to let him pay his unknown sin. You made it to the stove, nearing him and from your expression he knows that this session was a really hard one.

“Hi…” he murmurs in a soft tone.

You don’t reply, with a practical move you shut the stove and grab the front of his Henley taking him with you to the dining room until you shove him onto the couch.

“That was a hard one huh…” he continues trying to understand what you need from him. You get rid of your leather jacket, your boots, your jeans and your panties before straddling him and grabbing his hair with one hand.

“Shut the fuck up Barnes” you hiss against his lips before taking his wrist and direct his bionic hand between your legs. Without any other word he starts to move his vibranium fingers, caressing your folds. You let out an involuntary sigh, your body recognizes instantly his touch but your mind chooses to resist the pleasure because you need to be wide awake as he needs to feel the same pain you felt when Runlow tortured you.

You let both of your hands down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. You can already feel the warmth radiating from his skin, with ease he buckles lightly his hips to let his jeans and briefs slide down just the bit to let his hard cock free, his fleshy hand goes up, caressing you face.

“Don’t fucking touch me..” you hiss abruptly, earning a look from him, then you align yourself and slowly you sink on his cock.

You’re not completely ready and the stretch of his size, burn, making you whimper but also keeping you grounded. He exales deeply and both his hands are now at your waist trying to slow you or better, stop your movements.

“What are you doing, doll? You’re not ready for this” he murmurs, concerned, his eyes wondering on your face trying to decipher what’s on your mind but you have your best unreadable expression.

You grab the hem of his Henley and with a fluid movement you take it off from him, forcing his hands away from your hips.

“I said: don’t fucking touch me” you repeat growling before sinking another time. He let out a soft grunt and keeps his hands from touching you as you asked.

You push both of your hands on his shoulders and soon you enstablish a slow but steady pace, one you know that makes him crazy when you squeeze your walls while sinking down until he’s balls deep into you.

He’s grunting and you know he’s restraining himself from touching you as you asked but you can feel he’s dying to do so as you can also feel his orgasm approaching. You accelerate your movement as if you want to make him cum faster but as soon as you feel his cock twitch inside you, you slow down.

You repeat this pattern of steady pace, the acceleration and then the abrupt slow down as many times as you feel he’s near his orgasm until you have him breathless under you.

“What are you doing doll…?” He asks,his hands on your arms, real concern in his tone. He has never seen you like this and something inside him screams that there’s something wrong.

“You left me… when you were on the run…” the words struggle to get out “ you left me behind… you left me in his hands…you never try to come and get me…” you hiss, your eyes full of tears of rage. He clench his teeth, he knows whom you’re talking about:Rumlow.

“He… he did things to me…” you feel a surge of anger coursing through you and your hand go grab his hair harshly “ you let him did that to me…” now your tears are running through your face. “ I hated you so much…every time he touched me, every time he tried to…” you choke a sob, closing your eyes and clenching your teeth as if the memory itself is too painful. You take a breath to ground yourself. “Every time he tried to drown me… I was wishing you would come and save me…but you never came and I fucking hated you for that.” You finally confess, sitting still in his lap, his length still sheathed inside you.

When you look into his eyes you can see his guilt showing. “ I tried..” he whispers “ I tried so many times to come and get you but I was so afraid… I was so confused… I’ll never forgive myself for letting you down, for leaving you alone… that’s why everyday I’m trying to make it up to you, to give you the life you deserve, the man you deserve” he murmurs fully vulnerable. His sincerity makes something inside you switch and every ounces of hatred and resentment you had crumble leaving you in tears. He hugs you and slowly he starts to move easing the tension inside your body, igniting the primal instinct of mating, the sensation of him so deep inside you that you feel like you can’t breathe if he stop moving. You let out a sob of frustration.

“I’m here…i promise I’ll never leave you alone…” he whispers but you let your hand caress his lips, shushing him. You feel his thumb pressed against your clit and you let out a sigh. despite your unconscious way to punish yourself for wishing that someone else saved you from that nightmare, denying yourself your relief while you edged him, before, he knows too well your body. His touch sends waves of pleasure through you, electrifying every nerve ending. You arch your back, craving more of his touch, as he skillfully explores every inch of your body. The intensity between you grows, fueled by a mutual desire that cannot be contained.

“ let go…please…” he begs in the most desperate pleading tone you ever heard from him while his hands are guiding your figure up and down his shaft in a constant but deep pace.

“I can’t..” you sob resisting the wave of your surging orgasm.

“please Y/N…” his voice’s a whisper, he cups sweetly your face with both of his hands to make you look at him in the eyes and only now you notice that he’s crying too.

“ i know i messed up, I should’ve come and take you with me, i should’ve killed him myself but I can’t go back and change that, please let me love you and make it up to you now and for the rest of my days…” his words and his dedication are pouring liquid fire inside your veins and you feel your orgasm push aside your silly resistance and explode leaving your body quivering and a choked cry escapes your mouth.

He grunts in relief feeling you coming, a look at you it’s enough to trigger his own release. You watch him come undone, the way he close his eyes, his lips slightly parts and a profound moan vibrates in his chest makes you clench more while you feel his cock twitches emptying in you.

You close lightly your eyes and you gently rest your forehead against his. One of your hand is on his chest, right on his heart and you can clearly feel his accelerate heartbeat.

“I fucking love you and I’m so scared to loose you…” he confesses and you feel his thumb caress your lower lip.

“I’m not going anywhere, James… I love you too and I’m here to stay by your side…” you whisper before searching for his lips.

Your dinner long forgotten and you know, now that the Pandora’s box is open, it’s gonna be a long night filled with whispered words, kisses and raw emotions.

#bucky barnes x reader #buckyxedelweiss #bucky barnes x yn #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #edelweiss #james barnes #james buchanan barnes

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