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Currently thinking about Simon waking up in the middle of the night because Feral seemingly is having a wet dream and is humping him in her sleep. Whatever happens next is up to you, oh mega-brained one!
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Oh, 🦋, that’s such a good idea oh my goooood.
She’s climbed into bed with again, fell asleep wrapped around the closest arm and leg, face tucked against his shoulder. They fall asleep peacefully - totally normal night.
Simon wakes up late in the night to wiggling and groaning. For a second he’s worried she’s having a nightmare, shifts to gently wake her up. Except moving grinds his thigh between her legs and she moans softly, pressing closer, hips twitching.
He freezes, processing what’s actually happening. But that just makes her more frantic, whimpering softly in his ear as he tries to rock her hips against his thigh, panting softly.
And oh he’d be so conflicted. Because he’s not doing anything or initiating, and she’s trying to get off on his thigh in her sleep but also she’s asleep and he’s always so careful about giving her control of their sex life.
She starts whining, sounding frustrated and desperate. So wet that she’s soaked through her underwear.
He finally wakes her up, the hardest he thinks he’s ever been in his life.
“Mm, si?” She mumbles, half asleep.
“Having a good dream?”
She moans softly, rocks purposefully against him this time. “Mhmm.”
He squeezes her hip, gives her a better angle to press against. She makes a pleased noise in the back of her throat, one of those soft ones that make him want to give her the whole world.
“Help?” She murmurs. Oh, thank fuck.
“How can I help, pretty girl?”
“Fuck me?” she brushes her knee against his cock. “Please, want you to fuck me to sleep.”
It takes all his restraint to move slowly, roll her onto her stomach and ease her underwear down. She sighs, wiggles in a ridiculously cute attempt to help. Folds her arms under her head, perfectly content as he settles himself over her.
“‘S good, si,” she sighs as he sinks into her achingly slow.
“Just drift, pretty. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Course you do…”
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lifeguard!rafe …
that’s all i have to say
🦋.
he’d be awful skdjfjdjs he’d literally turn a blind eye to someone drowning if they had disrespected him in the past 😭
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let’s say ward completely cut him off because they had a big fight, and told him rafe needed to get a little job to support himself to prove himself worthy so ward would start supporting him financially again. he gets a day job at a public pool as a lifeguard, thinking it pretty easy work. he turns up everyday in his red swim shorts and sunglasses, grumpily sitting on his lifeguard seat blowing his whistle every 5 mins to yell at kids 🙄
“hey, hey — no running y’little shit.”
he puts in half the work necessary, not doing a whole lot of patrolling just showing up to yell from his seat and order people around — and no one’s gonna tell him to quit slacking off, because well— it’s rafe cameron and they’re honestly a little scared.
the one highlight of his day is flirting with milfs who bring their kids to the pool, suddenly switching off the grumpy-woe is me act and turning on the charm, big pearly white smile and compliments that make the women flustered and tell him he’s a ‘mischievous young man’ and sometimes even ‘you’re just like your father when he was younger, you know that?’
that is until one day, you start to show up with your younger sibling— and he instantly just is obsessed? you’re so sweet in your little pink bikini, sat on the edge with practically a mini version of you, kicking your feet in the water, all smiles as you look after them. you’re the girl next door type, the type he always wanted but never would be around to find one. he sits on his lifeguard chair twiddling his whistle in his mouth thoughtlessly, occasionally catching eyes with you and watching you shy away nervously. adorable.
your little sibling is fairly well behaved, but obviously they’re a child so occasionally they break a rule or two. he finds himself turning on the same charm he would to mindlessly flirt with milfs, but instead with genuine interest. leaning forward on his chair when you walk past to catch your attention instead of blowing the whistle and yelling.
“hey, just tell the little one to be careful running by the side of the water, a’ight? would hate to see ‘em slip. gotta be careful.” he informs you, voice softer than he was anticipating and a smile teasing at his lips. you’re instantly all doe eyes and apologetic nods, promising to keep an eye on your sibling better. “thanks, sweetheart.” he smiles before leaning back, dismissing you. you’re head over heels instantly.
ward calls him up a week on, telling him he’s heard good things about rafe at the pool and wants to welcome him back with some financial aid. rafe shrugs him off, deciding to stick around a little longer ‘til he can secure you before he welcomes you into his world.
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in reference to the last Serial Killer!Ghost Captive!Soap ask: first off, HOLY FUCKING CHRIST. Second: I’m already thinking about how a reader may factor in.
Maybe she’s there with her friends, partying it up in the woods by a bonfire, and everyone is too drunk to notice she wanders off after hearing some whimpering from the thicket. She stumbles on Soap, muzzled tight and filthy and frantic and cradling his twisted ankle, and knows something is seriously wrong.
Immediately she drops everything and starts trying to help. She asks him if he’s okay, what happened to him, don’t worry, she’ll get him out of that muzzle. She picks at it with her fingers and nearly gets it off before she hears and FEELS a gunshot whizz right past her head.
Ghost found them. And seeing this precious little thing trying to help his good boy, immediately putting herself in front of him to keep him safe if need be, makes him start to wonder if Johnny could use a friend. And he hoists his rifle again, misses on purpose to make her yelp, and watches her back into a tree while he checks on Johnny. His ankle is fine, just a bit sprained, he’ll be back on his feet in no time. But he’s whining and shaking his head, trying to plead with Ghost through the muzzle not to kill this kind stranger who almost cut him free. He doesn’t want to see her die!! And Ghost turns back to the Reader, trembling against the tree and trying to hide behind her arms, and he comes closer like the menacing brick shithouse he is and she nearly sobs and begs that she’ll do anything, god, just please don’t shoot her!!!!
Maybe Ghost goes and kills all her friends first, comes back to find her still curled up against that tree with Johnny next to her, and she screams when she sees him fucking drenched in blood. Or maybe he takes her home first, puts her and Johnny in a crate together and locks it to make sure they stay out of trouble, and then goes out for blood; maybe he comes back to them dragging the bodies of Reader’s friends and it’s all she can do to keep from passing out. Maybe she gets included in their little chase game later on…
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someday i'll write my actual serial killer au but it is NOT TODAY so let's indulge in some variances <3 (ask is referencing this post)
i don't usually puppify my reader inserts to the extent that i do soap but holy SHIT if this ask doesn't beg for a puppy reader
ghost hunting his hound down, finds his poor boy injured and what seems to be an equally feral girl standing above him, totally protective :/ even when soap tries to shover her away, she stays crouched in front of him, hardly even flinching at the gun in ghost's arms
and isn't that interesting? this little thing so eager to protect what's his? oh, ghost is hooked immediately. (what's better than one guard dog? two guard dogs!)
manages to finally scare her away from soap with a few well placed bullets, poor thing tries hard as she can not to go skittering away but instinct gets the best of her eventually. she's not quite brave enough to tackle ghost when he gets closer, but he sees her eying his gun. ghost is quick enough checking soap that she doesn't have a chance to try anything
he'd come with a leash for soap (always makes the man crawl back to the car after their little hunts, just to keep him in that puppy headspace so he doesn't start struggling) but doesn't have an extra. good news is, soap is so desperate to keep ghost from killing his new friend, he's perfectly willing to follow without the leash when ghost hooks his collar and leash on the new girl
she doesn't have a muzzle (ghost doesn't have an extra, and none of them would fit her anyway), so he ends up tugging this wriggling and shouting thing along while his pup stays right at his side, providing such a good example for their new pet. ghost is already planning his rewards
he tucks them both into johnny's crate after wrapping the pup's ankle. gives his new girl a bone to chew on (plugs her nose and stuffs the gag between her teeth, tightens it until she growls at him and then ruffles her hair, locks her hands into some paw gloves so she starts to understand what's happening) and covers the crate in a blanket. smiles when johnny looks up at him nervously and his girl tries to cover her fear with anger
takes about an hour to kill & get rid of all her little friends.
and oh how she howls when he comes back home without hosing himself down. she squirms and writhes, kicks johnny's ankle and goes still when he whimpers. ghost can't help but laugh when she taps her forehead to his, an apology. his pups already get along so well, he can't wait to see how she'll fare after a little training
it's about time he got soap a friend, anyways. pups are social creatures, and he knows johnny needs someone to play with when ghost's busy. the new pup showed up at just the right time <3
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can you pretty please try doing reader who is a certified yapper 🗣‼️ but also has moments where they just get tired of talking and are dead silent for like 20 minutes straight and then go straight back to yapping 😼 sorry if its super specific lmao but i do this all the time
also could i maybe be 🦋 anon??
hello!! welcome to the family 🦋 anon! and yes ofc :) sorry if I misunderstood, kinda autopiloted to mcyt so sorry if you meant this for another fandom LMAO ; struggled to think of new thoughts so sorry for small cast of people 💀🙏
MCYT ; certified yapper
includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, quackity, & nihachu
warnings ; language
masterlist
TOMMYINNIT
he does the same thing
will rant about anything and everything especially if you're talking about the same thing
but if it's out of the blue like "omg look at this tik tok drama blah blah blah" he just blinks before he's like "oh shit. here we go again"
then you just stop talking after a moment and gets weirdly uneasy with the silence
"can you talk more?"
"about what??"
he just shrugs "I like when you yap away, you're nice background noise"
you dramatically scoff "Okay, asshole"
you're silent for a while and just start revving up the engine again "Holy shit here's another thing, this girl-"
TUBBO
will proudly listen to you yap on about some stupid shit or about lore to a show/movie you're fixated on
he'll ask you questions and stuff
he's used to it dw
you'll go silent for a little while like you're processing new data and he'll just be like "Okay, I think we should do xyz and..."
then you'll like come back to life and start talking again
he secretly sets a timer each time you go quiet until you start ranting again and he'll put it on his stream 💀
"damn, 19 minutes this time"
"Huh? 19 minutes for what?"
RANBOO
nods along and actually listens
dude doesn't care, they're listening to you no matter what
whether it be about serious topics or some silly internet stuff you like, he'll always listen and make sure to note it down that way he can start a conversation with you about something you like or are passionate about
"yknow what I like about the nether?"
"what?" he smiles
"how pretty and diverse it is. yeah you can say the overworld is just as if not more diverse with biomes and stuff, but they could've just left it boring red netherrack everywhere you go and stuff, it adds so much more life-"
they love how passionate about things you can be
if for a very extended period of time, they'll check up on you like "you good?"
you just nod like "I'm tired of talking L"
BADLINU
nods along with you
he doesn't see it as yapping, he sees it as a genuine conversation no matter what you're talking about
adds some stuff in when you like pause to breathe
once you go quiet he can just sit in silence with you forever
this is basically his opportunity to talk to you about like tik tok drama lmao
if you don't know about it at all, all ears open and you're focused
your dynamic 🔛🔝
QUACKITY
you're both yappers let's be honest
constantly talking over each other and play fighting for the most attention out of other people 💀💀
"SHUT THE HELL UP I'M TALKING"
"I WAS TALKING FIRST, LET ME TELL THEM ABOUT MY NEW FAVORITE MOVIE"
then you just get tired of talking and wanna strip mine or something LMFAO
he always checks to make sure he didn't upset you after every time you go silent
it's just by reflex lmao
he does listen to you when you yap about a fixation don't worry
gift inspo goes crazy
NIHACHU
loves when you talk or yap about something you like or some drama you found
she's like your safe person to talk about everything to, she loves having that kind of title for you
"and then xyz"
"Oh my God, really??"
she'll whole ass put everything down just to listen to you talk about dumb shit I swear
she encourages it, like just speak your mind dude
also uses what you talk about as gift inspiration for anything, birthday, valentines day, anytime she wants to get you stuff
half the time you forget what you just said and she recaps you
"Oh, thank you! anyways-"
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt x reader#mcyt preferences#mcyt oneshot#tommyinnit x reader#ranboo x reader#quackity x reader#badlinu x reader#tubbo x reader#nihachu x reader#niki nihachu x reader#freddie badlinu x reader#🦋 anon
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STOP ITTTTTTTT i was literally just yapping about how badly i want finnick odair to put his face in my boobs, like use those mfs like a pillow. and i usually wear lower cut tops so him leaving hickies would be hot af. idk i have just been having finnick brainrot lately
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nsfw
he literally would, like arms wrapped around your torso and face buried in your tits as he takes a nap after returning from a swim.
and seeing his marks would make his so cocky because he did that to his girl, like that's his handiwork right there and he's proud of it. makes him want to put more to admire.
you're laying on the beach in victors village after a day of just swimming and frolicking, he just can't help himself from pulling down your swimsuit top to leave more love marks. he's been staring all day and just has to leave more.
#wanda ��#finnick odair x reader#finnick odair x y/n#finnick odair#finnick odair fluff#finnick odair angst#finnick odair x reader fluff#finnick odair x you#finnick odair smut#finnick odair x reader smut#🦋 anon
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If I don’t ask now, I won’t remember later ANYWAYS
I am just itching for hurt/no comfort for no reason(well there is a reason, I just spent the last hour reading Lucifer x reader angst) I really want just any character of your choosing romantic angst no comfort and maybe a breakup because why not
-🦋anon :3
Lucifer x reader : Twice divorced
A/N I've been itching to write Lucifer more so it's also gonna be about him. Hope you're ready to watch this man fall apart :)(bro watch ME fall apart writing this)
Also new banner (happy happy happy)
Cw: Angst no comfort, gn!reader, both parties are suffering, they don't actually get divorced they just kinda. Agree to separate for a bit?
- You'd been together with Lucifer for a short time before getting married.
- You guessed that was the main mistake.
- It's unfortunate to say, but you underestimated your own ability to properly keep yourself happy and secure in helping him unravel everything.
- 4 months into your marriage, Lilith showed up and shit absolutely hit the fan. Lucifer locked himself away upon her showing up again under the guise of 'not putting it onto you'
- This frankly broke you.
- You'd spent 2 years knowing Lucifer and helping him, and all that was undone in what seemed like 10 minutes of her showing up, spewing some nonsense about how you should get out before he burnt out again like after falling and took you with him.
- It was undeniably her fault. You didn't blame Lucifer.
- But you weren't some unmoving, unemotional wall of a person.
- It hurt so fucking badly being treated like you couldn't handle your own husband by him after his ex showed up.
- You knew you had to get out, or you would go insane.
- You walked to Lucifer's door, suitcase wheels loudly dragging on the floor.
- Lucifer opened the door before you even had the chance to knock on it, hand suspended mid-knock as his panicked expression was revealed.
- He'd heard the familiar sound before from Lilith.
- You watched Lucifers red eyes look down at the suitcase, wide eyes recognising his worst fear being confirmed.
- "Oh.." He simply said quietly.
- You felt your own heart aching at his reaction, as if he was expecting it, but forced yourself to continue. "... Yeah." You said hesitantly.
- The silence beat between you two, and you grit your teeth, a hard lump formed in your throat, and you fought against crying.
- Lucifer let out a soft chuckle filled with no kind of happiness, smiling at you with tears streaming down his face. "You know... I really thought this would be different. I.." he trailed off with a loud hiccup. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.
- You hummed, fighting to find words to say as you blinked hard.
- "I do love you, Lulu. This. This doesn't change that and I don't think anything will." You said very truthfully, voice shaking.
- Lucifer looked back at you in surprise, hope on his face.
- "But, I also love me too. And I think to love me as well I need to distance myself from this until you're somewhat over.. whatever this is." You gestured to his depression storm of a room and then to his messy, unkempt appearance.
- Lucifer wanted to get you to stay. But he couldn't bring himself to.
- It became obvious in that moment how he'd hurt you in his relapse, and he didn't want to hurt you even more by convincing you to be around him.
- It would be wrong to expect you to be able to support him while he couldn't do the same for you at all.
- He gulped loudly and slowly nodded despite the painful emptiness that he could feel consuming him even more.
- "I'm sorry, (name)." He apologised again, "I..." There was so much he wanted to say, but he couldn't put it into words.
- Another moment of silence passed as you waited for him to finish his sentence.
- "Just leave." It came out harsh, and he internally screamed at himself to not, but he couldn't stop himself. "Do as she said, and leave before I hurt you anymore." Lucifer's voice trembled, but anger made itself clear regardless.
- His mind raced in a mess of negativity that he just couldn't think clearly through.
- You felt your stomach drop, hurt hitting through you. Part of you wanted to bite back, but you were just exhausted already from this exchange.
- Wordlessly, you turned away from him, knuckles white from where you were clutching your suitcase hard.
- You barely felt in the moment as you made your way to the heavy front door of Lucifer's estate, spirits at rockbottom.
- You hesitated in front of it, thinking you were making a mistake doing this, then remembered the way his tear filled eyes glared at you as if daring you to fulfill his expectations.
- All he could see was Lilith in you. It was like you didn't even exist.
- Click. Thud.
- The loud sound of the door closing and you taking all the warmth you brought to his home with it.
- Lucifer sat down in the doorway of his room, staring blankly ahead, thoughts an absolute mess.
- He laughed, before letting out a loud shuddering sob as he leaned up against the door frame, hugging his knees to his chest and burying his face in them.
- "How do I somehow manage to ruin everything good?"
Ow 💀
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List of hermits that can and WILL steal their partners clothes
False, stealing Ren's tie wasn't the only piece of clothing she did
Grian, if a hermit is taller than him then he WILL steal from them, Mumbo doesn't have any casual clothes because if it
Xisuma is a rarely does it because you know he can't really breath whitout his armour but when someone spends a night in his base and forgets their clothes there, i'm sorry is now propety of the admin
Cleo has two reasons why she doesn't have clothes for cold. 1 she can't feel the heat or the cold. 2 Etho will steal it.
Bdubs, but only he can't find his moss coat he will steal something from Etho or maybe Doc to replace it. - 🦋
Other hermits' clothes is one of the most valuable currencies on the server.
Iskall and Stress have more of each other's clothes than they do their own. Mumbo thought his dress shirts would be safe, since Grian doesn't dress up fancy very often, only for Grian to sleep in them! Cleo's favourite jumpers will be stolen by Etho (because the man never brings anything to sleep in and they know it's on purpose) only to appear on Bdubs a few days later. And then there was the season that Zed made it a mission to steal a piece of clothing from every hermit...
They've discussed creating a shared wardrobe, but collectively decided stealing is far more fun.
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I feel like StepDad Gojo only decided to do anal because last time he fucked your pussy both of you ended up having a pregnancy scare. That was until he couldn't get enough of that tight grip of your asshole around his cock and it immediately made him addicted to it. Now you don't know how he's gonna fuck you tonight- slow? Lovingly? Rough? You won't know but what you do know is that he wants your ass now more than anything. Fuck- the way he likes to watch his cock go in and out of your asshole? He loves the sight of it a little too much, it's almost mesmerizing to him. Oh and he love to fill your ass up with his cum and watch you push it out only for him to roughly shove his cock back into your because the way your ass puckered was simply "calling his name" -🦋
nonnie im going to DIEEEEEEEEE HELP
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hiiii!! it's 🦋 anon here! Here's the drabble like I promised! I hope you enjoyyy my love
You had been married once before but the death of your husband had left you widowed and living at the Red Keep as a ward of the king.
No one understood the looks he gave you across the table. If they did, they pretended to ignore it. There were talks of marrying him off to some lord's daughter or other, and the same for you, as you were still young and had no children. You pretended to humour the suggestions, but your thoughts revolved around him. Every night before bed, you would fuck yourself with three fingers, juices squirting onto the sheets at the thought of Aegon over you instead, his hot, greedy tongue drooling over your cunt, your nipples, into your mouth. It felt wrong to want the most powerful man in the kingdom, as if you were laying claim to something you weren't allowed to have.
But he was your brother, you just knew he felt the same way about you too. It was just a matter of waiting for him to give in to that burning lust in his eyes whenever they ran down your body.
It came to a head one night as you got ready for bed, dabbing perfume on the insides of your wrists and behind your ear, hair coiled up on your head in a mountain of curls. The knock on the door made you smile - you recognised it immediately.
"Come!"
"Getting ready for bed so soon?" He stalked inside with the gait of a hunter, and you were his only prey, reflected back in the mirror haloed by a glaze of moonlight coming in from the window. Aegon wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind, dropping a kiss on your head and it felt like the affection of a brother making sure you were alright after everything you had been through. He asked as much, and you reassured him you were not as upset about your dead husband as everyone thought you were. Besides, you never wanted to marry him in the first place.
When your brother didn't unlock his embrace, you rubbed his arm gently and looked up with enquiring eyes. He met your gaze and pressed another kiss to your temple, and then another to your cheek and one to your ear. The kisses kept coming, in the same place a couple of times before moving onto the side of your face. It didn't feel like brotherly affection anymore, especially not once his arm moved down in its embrace and stopped right above your breasts. They were clothed in a thin nightgown, the nipples very apparently stiff under the fabric.
Aegon's embrace tightened as you squirmed, as if he were worried you might escape. But you didn't plan to. Soft whimpers and ragged breathing filled the space around you as you both strained against each other in a kind of mating dance, figuring out where it was going before it went there. His hand grasped your breast through the dress and you feel a gush of wetness trickled out of your tight little hole. From the erection you could feel pressing into your back, you could already tell it will be too tight for your brother to fuck easily into. The thought heated up your skin even more.
Finally, he became impatient and lifted you up off the seat, practically dragging you back to the bed. Breathless, your mouths joined together in a sloppy, wet kiss, like you were both starved.
"I need you," he managed to mumble as he tore off the clothes separating you both. Whatever he believed your reaction might be to his desire, it disappeared when you fell backwards on the bed and the wetness glistening on the crease of your thighs caught the light.
"I'm yours, brother." you breathed back, so overwhelmed with need you could barely get a word out. "Fuck me...please...I've waited long enough."
It came out in a slight whine, and it was more than Aegon could resist. He fell on you, kissing you like a wild animal, his hand squeezing the back of your neck to keep you in place. You guided the other down between your legs, loving the way his heavy ring felt when it nudged over your slit. You'd had all the hair removed like the women in the brothels he loved so much, as if he would be able to see right through your skirts and be tempted by the sight of your folds twitching every time he brushed past and let his touch linger.
It was paying off now. He groaned into your neck as he felt your pussy fluttering against his fingers. His hot, grasping kisses turned into bites of your skin as you shivered and twitched against him. Your tongues danced together, cunt getting wetter against his hand until he could no longer resist.
He pushed one of your legs up and got down flat on his stomach on the bed, burying his mouth in your folds with a deep, hungry moan. He kissed and sucked and nibbled at your clit, grinning as he felt you shudder with each ministration. Never had you seen him more eager, his cheeks hollowed as he noisily sucked at your pussy and darted his tongue over your clit fast and hard. Every nerve was alight in your body as you pushed your hips into his face, squealing in the back of your throat as he trapped your tortured bud between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it like a snake's.
"You're drenched, little sister," he said hoarsely, rubbing his fingers over your cunt to collect some of the juices and lick them off. "Have you been dreaming of me?"
"O-of you - always - Aegon, don't tease - " you moaned out, swivelling your hips onto his fingers as they pushed into you, spreading you open and testing how wide you could stretch. He went back to latching onto your clit, the sound of his greedy suckles filling the room as your moans turned to screams of his name.
When he saw the drenched patch of sheets under you, he grinned, lifting off his shirt as you watched with heavy lidded eyes. He was not the king tonight. He was all yours, your big brother, the man who was going to fuck you until you forgot all memories of the husband you had killed to be back here, with Aegon.
You were eager to suck his cock when he pulled it out. It was beautiful, just as thickly built as he was, ridged in all the right places with a delicious vein that travelled up the underside of its curved length. Your cunt fluttered with excitement as you bent down, ass arched up behind, ready to drool and service your brother's kingly cock until he came all over your face.
But he would only let you do so for a few minutes, his fingers twisting in your hair and ramming his hips forward until the uvula in the back of your throat was bruised and salty with his pre-cum.
"I need to be inside you," he growled, flipping you around until you were in his lap, back to his firm chest.
From this position, you could see everything in the mirror, fully exposed and vulnerable. His heavy hands parted your legs and pulled them back until his hard cock slapped against your drenched slit. The tip was angry and red, leaking pre-cum against your swollen nub. You panted with need, folds squeezing and clutching against his length, hungry to have him inside.
With a single, hard thrust, Aegon slammed into you and you both cried out as one, his low grunts intertwined with your pretty cries of pleasure. He was mesmerised by the way your body responded, how tight and wet and hot your cunt was, the best he'd ever fucked. You had dreamed of this day for years, of being given the pleasure of riding your brother's cock and feeling him grab you like you were his. Everyone said you would become a true Targaryen when you rode your dragon for the first time, but this was the moment you felt it, as Aegon's cock nudged your cervix he was inside you so deep.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" you cried out in delight, toes curling as your thighs shook with every wet slap of his balls against your clit when he thrust upwards. "Fuck me harder, Aegon - my love - oh, my darling - I need you your seed in me - swelling my belly - want to bear all your babes - mmmfhh - don't stop, brother!"
He answered your pleas by grabbing handfuls of your bouncing tits as the flesh of your buttocks rippled against his pelvis each time you fell back down onto his cock. He couldn't tear his eyes away, obsessed at the thought of fucking you every night once your belly began to grow with his babes, your tits fit to burst with how full of milk they would be.
You could no longer hold yourself up on your arms and fell back against him. Aegon ducked his head under your arm and sucked your firm breast into his mouth, biting and suckling the nipple as if he meant to draw milk from it right now. The extra stimulation was too much, especially when you felt him rubbing frantically at your clit as his cock continued to split you open.
Your screams turned feral as you spiralled to your peak, body shaking in your brother's grip as he kept his mouth latched to your breast and groaned with satisfaction. The convulsing grip of your muscles brought him to a climax soon after, and you felt him grow a size as his thick, heavy balls tightened and spurted ropes of hot cum into your eager womb.
You rutted against each other, red and sweating and thoroughly satisfied as your orgasms pulsed through you together. You could feel him growing soft inside you, but with an agile manoeuvre, turned to face him without letting him pull out. You fell on him, chest-to-chest and he bound his arms tight around you, both of you mumbling how much you loved each other as you kissed until your lips were bitten raw.
"You'll be my wife," he promised, running his hands down over your body and squeezing the plump cheeks of your ass. He chuckled as you twitched and whimpered when he pulled them apart to expose your sore cunt to the cool air, still stuffed full of your brother's cock as his cum leaked out, thick and white. "I won't have anyone else."
"Only if you promise to fuck me every night until I am full with your child," you breathed back, pulling his face between your breasts as you rutted softly on his thick length, noting how hard he still was. "And when I am, that you'll fuck me through my pregnancy and drink from my swollen tits - I want to feed you until you're full, big brother..."
"Every night," he promised.
And he kept his oath by fucking you four more times that night, until your cunt was so fuck-swollen, you couldn't keep going if you tried. As you fell asleep covered in your brother's fluids and your own, you smiled at the thought of how many more such nights of pleasure awaited, just the pair of you wrapped together the way you were always meant to be.
this was absolutely delicious holy hell!!!!!
the breeding kink to a maxxxxxx with Aeg just makes so much sense, the tension between them sensational 🔥
thank you for sharing this 🦋 anon! ❤️
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yk how ppl say that cats always chose to sit on ppl who dislike cats?
rb gojo n reader before they start dating are inherently just a cat who somehow knows you dislike cats n therefore it has chosen you to cling onto. obvi gojo is the cat in question. s’like it knows n thats why its crawling into your lap n purring extra loud while you sit rigidly n glare at it
- 🦋 anon
reader is deadass that dad that said “no cats in this household whatsoever” and then boom. he tucks in the cat beside him in bed and can’t watch tv without it on his lap and hand feeds it himself. NDJAJDJD she’s like “no i never want this boy near me” and then boom she kisses him goodnight and rubs his back until he falls asleep and pulls the blanket over him tighter every day 😭
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I am fucking Going Through It rn so any fluff with Price and his Good Girl would be much appreciated! If you need a scenario, how about Price waking up and hearing his good girl sobbing in her room from a trauma nightmare? I’ve had my fair share of those…
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Hi, 🦋!!! I’m so sorry that you’re going through it. Lemme know if I can provide any support. Sending you love and healing thoughts 💕💕
It’s been a normal night, all things considered. A good night, even. You made dinner, some sort of chicken with a complicated sauce that you fussed was a bit too salty but John thought was fantastic.
The two of snuggled up on the couch together, combatting the oncoming winter chill with an oversized plush blanket. John sipped at a whiskey that you tried, but didn’t like (as usual) while you made comments about the superhero show midway through its second season. He’s hardly been following along, but he loves how you gasp and shout and talk at the tv like the characters can hear you.
You even climbed in bed with him tonight - no padding in at some dark hour to shyly crawl in. You proudly took your side of the bed, fluffed the pillows how you liked, and then drifted off snoring softly against his bicep. And John was not long after, the sound of your peaceful, even breathing lulling him into a dreamless sleep.
But now he’s awake. It’s still dark and quiet, but one side of his body is cold without you clinging to it. He props himself up on an elbow, thinking maybe you’ve gone to the restroom or to get water.
But the door is still closed and he turns to find you still in bed, curled into a tight ball facing away from him. Your shoulders are tight and shaking, rapid little breaths escaping through your nose. You make a soft noise that he knows all too well - a bitten off sob.
“Baby?”
You don’t respond. He reaches for your shoulder, finds you shaking.
“Sweetheart.” He shakes gently, thumb rubbing at your arm. “Babygirl, wake up. It’s just a dream.”
You come to with a sharp gasp and a jolt, hands coming up as if to protect your face.
“Darling, it’s okay, I’m right here.”
It takes you a moment to recognize him, and then you start crying, his name only half coming out in a warbling stutter. He collects you close to his chest, tucks you in tight while you cry. Murmurs quiet promises and reassurances, kisses to your temples and forehead. Your little hands grip so tight onto him, as if afraid he’ll disappear.
When you start to calm down a bit, he asks, “do you want to talk about it.”
You let out a breath, wipe at your wet cheeks. “J-just about you.”
His heart clenches painfully. “Me?”
“Mhmm.” You sniffle, press your cheek to his chest. “That you didn’t come home… and-and i was at the funeral…”
You shake your head as a few more tears leak out, dripping down your chin. The tightness eases, though not all the way.
“I’m sorry love. I know this job is difficult for you too.”
You shake your head, tilts for a proper kiss. “It’s what you’re good at. It’s okay. Just hits me sometimes.”
He hums, hugs you maybe too tight for just a second. “Can i get you some water?”
You hesitate, fingers tip-tapping over his collarbone. “Can we go together?”
“Yeah, love, together.”
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Thigh goals 💙
#4n0r3x14#an0rex1a#anorexsick#e 🦋#ed diet#i want to be th1n#th1n$po#tw ed relapse#only pr0 for myself#🦋 anon
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while we’re on the subject of Greek Myth AUs (my bread and fucking butter), might I suggest a classic Hades and Persephone fusion?
I’m thinking Hades!Ghost and Persephone!Reader (obviously) and Soap would fill the role of Demeter, except instead of being Reader’s parent he’s her betrothed. He was meant to marry her until Ghost kidnapped her and took her to the Underworld, and when Soap finally finds her and sees her chained to Ghost’s throne he realizes no matter what he does Ghost is never going to let her go… so they may as well share her, hm?
Or maybe a Tantalous AU, where Soap decides to kill and serve his wife (Reader) to the gods and Ghost is so furious(because what the fuck) and so intrigued (because what the fuck) that he drags Soap to the Underworld. He puts your shade back in your body and when he sees how stunningly beautiful you are he decides he just has to keep you. And his favorite way to torture the two of you outside of rough fuckings? Dangling freedom right over your heads, just out of reach, so that you never forget that you belong to him forever.
Sorry for the rambling but I LOVE Greek mythology so damn much
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loove these, literally nothing to add to them bc they're fantastic, may i also say:
hades!soap, persephone!reader, thanatos!ghost. soap brings home his pretty wife, and suddenly that bastard from down the street is always hanging around... (or thanatos!soap who's begging like a puppy bc he works so hard to keep ghost's kingdom full :/)
hephaestus!ghost, ares!soap, aphrodite!reader. reader never met her beast of a husband (she's heard the stories, and he's never made any attempt to see her in person, only sends the occasional handmade gift - every time she shows up to his forge, it's empty, like he knew she was coming) with soap who takes care of the lonely goddess of beauty when her husband won't <3 ghost eventually catching them in a net together, and deciding to go ahead and use the both of them, and seeing what he's been missing out on
deimos & phobos soap and ghost who haunt their favorite human <3 it's just sooo fun to see how spooked she gets when they get near, her fear and panic is sooo delicious
#🦋 anon#yes this is old as hell LEAVE ME ALONE!!!#asks and answers#my fave greek myth is eros and psyche but it's too soft for these guys <3 works well for gaz though!#ghoap x reader
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"Ah, Belial! Many greetings!"
-The white-haired boy appears at Kabukimono's side out of nowhere, smiling.-
"I thought yes it's adequate moment to begin the journey, hm?"
( @realmflora )
"...What's the verdict? You agreed to tell me before departing."
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SORRY LAST ONE i promise but can you do heeseung x male reader and the song is back to December by Taylor swift. thank you so much 😊
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pairing: heeseung x male!reader (no pronouns used; implied masc reader) genre: angst (??)/songfic word count: 1.0k
includes: exes to lovers, kinda implied non idol heeseung, slightly ambiguous ending i'll write a part 02 if someone asks for it, painting is based on this by peter weber !!
a/n: thank you for requesting !! i'm so sorry reqs have just been sitting in my inbox, i promise i'm working on them. i hope you like it :))
reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated <33
the soft noise of shoes scuffling across the floor around you echoes throughout the extravagant art gallery. your gaze remains fixated on the painting in front of you; eyes lingering on each brush stroke and intricate detail.
you pause at one particular painting hanging on a wall in the corner - almost isolated from the others. two men take up most of the frame; their arms tightly wrapped around one another. their hands cling onto each other’s bodies. the hug feels intimate - as if you’re intruding on the moment by simply observing the portrait.
memories begin haunting you once again. with no facial features visible, it's far too easy for your still-heartbroken mind to imprint yourself and your ex-boyfriend into the places of the two men.
you shake your head, taking a step back away from the painting as if to escape your own past. turning on your heel, you begin to venture into another part of the museum when something - someone - catches your eye.
i miss your tan skin, your sweet smile / so good to me, so right
your breath hitches in your throat. heeseung is beautiful. he always has been. even from a distance, you can see that time has been good to him.
he’s wearing a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket - the black leather jacket that you had bought him for his birthday. his hair has been dyed so blonde highlights stain his previously ink black fringe. his bangs lay flat against his forehead, styled in the same way they were when you went to school together.
heeseung’s shoulders have gotten slightly broader, though you aren’t sure if it’s the result of continuous exercise or a change in his posture. his biceps look more toned even in their relaxed position resting against his hips.
you find yourself admiring heeseung as if he’s another exhibit. despite all of the changes you can pick out, some things always remain the same. his laughter sounds the same as it did years ago when it echoes throughout the building. heeseung reaches over to playfully swat at his friend’s shoulder the way he used to do to you. his eyes crinkle slightly when he smiles. it’s the same smile that you fell in love with.
and how you held me in your arms that september night / the first time you ever saw me cry
your heart skips a beat for a second when heeseung’s gaze meets yours for a second. you can tell the moment he recognizes you. his eyes widen and he stops dead in his tracks, much to the concern of his friends. you almost feel numb as you immediately spin back around, returning to the painting you had been admiring only a few minutes before.
heeseung’s steps echo against the floor as he quietly walks over to stand beside you. he glances at the painting in front of you for a few seconds before he turns to face you. “y/n?”
“heeseung.” a nervous smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you turn slightly to face him. the word feels uncomfortable as it leaves your lips. each vowel is curt and stunted.
an unbearable few seconds of silence pass before your politeness gets the better of you. “it’s good to see you again.”
“you too,” he softly smiles. another period of silence passes before heeseung breaks it again. “how have you been?”
“i’m fine,” you nod. “i got into that university we talked about.” i wish you were there to see it. the words linger on the tip of your tongue before you swallow them down, forcing them back into a deep recess of your mind.
“congratulations,” heeseung smiles. there’s an almost misplaced familiarity in his tone. “i always knew you would make it in.”
this time you allow yourself to face him. the corners of his lips quirk upwards. he’s proud. you can tell. “thank you. and what about you? how have you been?”
“oh, you know,” heeseung sighs softly. “i’m good. i finally traveled to tokyo.”
some of the tension relaxes from your shoulders. he’s always had an uncanny ability to relax you. “how was it?”
“the trip was great. japan is prettier than i was expecting.” there’s a small beat of silence once again. you debate making an excuse to leave for the sake of avoiding the awkward situation before heeseung speaks again - though this time the words are barely a whisper. “i wish you could’ve come. i kept thinking about how much you would’ve enjoyed it.”
maybe this is wishful thinkin’ / probably mindless dreamin’
you pretend not to notice heeseung’s gaze lingering on the side of your face. the quiet is nearly unbearable; both of you silently staring at the painting before you. facing the artwork is far easier than facing the man you used to love. the man you do love.
heeseung shuffles slightly to stand a little closer to you. you can just barely feel the faux leather of his jacket brush against the cotton of your oversized sweater. it feels eerily familiar - the silence falling over you as you admire the artwork.
your hand unconsciously drifts to brush against heeseungs’ before you can stop yourself. you both jump away from each other like a jolt of electricity has passed. “y/n,” heeseung murmurs.
but if we loved again, i swear i’d love you right
heeseung’s eyes are glossy when you meet them. he nervously bites at his bottom lip - twisting the muscle between his teeth for a few seconds. tears sting at your own eyes despite your continuous efforts to blink them away.
“i miss you,” heeseung finally whispers. his voice shakes as he forces the words out of his mouth. an ache burns in your chest - something you haven’t felt since he left. “i promise i’ll do better. i’ll be better.”
“heeseung,” you choke out. your hands tremble at your sides.
he swallows once. his gaze never leaves yours. there’s nothing but sincerity reflecting back at you in the darkness of his eyes. “can we please try again?”
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