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dragons-and-handcuffs · 8 months

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After marrying Tywin, to Stark!Readers utter humiliation, she’s near constantly pregnant. Continuously pushing out blonde haired, green eyed babies that look nothing like Starks. Within a few months of giving birth to one child, Tywin already has her legs over his shoulders and breeding another one into her warm cunt. She’s not safe when she’s pregnant either, with Tywin still commanding she mount and ride his cock even while in her third trimester.

You are always pregnant. That's how Tywin likes you. You are ashamed that not one child resembles any of the stark traits and only look like a Lannister but it brings Tywin great pleasure.

You have soon realized that Tywin likes to fuck you even more while you are pregnant. He makes you get on your knees and serve him, his cock in your mouth while you are pregnant and naked or after you gave birth. He just casually pulls you sensitive nipples while talking to you, making you feel like you are there for only one purpose. He makes you ride him while pregnant, telling you how you have disgraced house stark and is now his property. He will lovingly caress your swollen belly and feel his son while roughly pulling your hair.

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 5 months

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Tent- Robb Stark (2)

Pairing: Robb Stark x Lannister!Reader

Characters: Robb Stark

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- Before Robb Stark made his promise to the twins he capture Jaimie Lannister and Y/N Hill (Tywin Lannister bastard). She was chained up right beside her brother before Robb Command his m’en to unchain her and giver her a proper tent and let her be bath and have food. Robb starts to fall for her and decides to marry her so she can have a stark name and be a queen in the North since she not treated well by her siblings accept Tyrion of cours. Tywin Lannister agréés to it and give back his sisters and Robb give back Jamie to the Lannister

Word Count: 530

Author: Charlotte

The two of you fell silent as your attention fell upon who was entering the cage. You had been graced by both the king of the north and his mother, along with random soldiers that fed you the slop that was called dinner. This time Robb Stark entered the cage, his thick furs followed by two soldiers. The only time he himself had entered the cage was to question you both, receiving no useful answers but at least he didn’t leer at you like the other men, or make the same abhorrent threats.

“Unshackle her,” he stated, gesturing towards you.

“Why?” You asked, not certain why you would question being released from the painful metal that was keeping you in the spot.

No one answered you as the guard on the left crouched down undoing the shackle around your neck and one of your wrists. He grabbed hold of the handcuff that was hanging from your wrist, using it to haul you up onto your feet. Your legs wobbled below you, but the way the man tugged at the metal, you couldn’t have fallen even if you wanted to.

Robb turned and exited the cage, both guards following behind him, you being pulled along with them.

“Where are you taking her?” Jaime called out.

“Jaime?” You squeaked. Thus far when one of you was removed from the cage, the other came too. This was a first, and you didn’t like it.

Your brother called after you as you stumbled behind the guard, until you entered a tent, where the three men stopped. The guard removed the second handcuff, leaving you to finally be free of all the shackles, but the fact there were armed men everywhere in the encampment, left you feeling as trapped as ever.

“What do you want with me?” You asked.

“You will be staying here for the night,” Robb stated. “Bathe, eat and rest. We shall speak in the morning.”

He started heading for the flap of the tent, leaving you baffled.

“What about Jaime?” You questioned. “Why am I here?”

Robb paused but didn’t turn around. “A guard will be on watch outside. If you need anything ask him.”

The three men left the tent.

Even though you weren’t physically caged anymore, you felt far more scared than you had before. You looked around the tent. For a tent in an encampment, it was nice, at least significantly nicer than your previous home. A bed was in one corner, it didn’t look comfortable, but it had a pillow and a blanket and didn’t involve you sitting with your arms behind your back, so you were beyond pleased. On the other side of the room was a metal bath filled with water, and from the smoking coals that had been scooped off to the side, you were sure it would be warm. Beside it sat a table with a chunk of bread and a large bowl of soup, along with clothes draped over the chair.

You didn’t understand why you were in the tent, but you knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth and made the most of the provisions left for you.

#Tent #Request #Robb Stark #Robb Stark Imagine #Robb Stark One Shot #Game of Thrones #Game of Thrones Imagine #Game of Thrones One Shot #GOT #GOT Imagine #GOT One Shot #Charlotte

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dierwolves · 2 years

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thinking of starting to write for house of the dragon after i stopped writing for got years ago... all thanks to my new obsession with daemon rhaenyra and aemond... in my targaryen era let's go

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x reader #game of thrones #got imagine #got one shot #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra x reader

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mlmxreader · 11 days

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Burdensome | Brienne of Tarth x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Brienne of tarth ( I love this woman dear…) "Please, I don't wanna fight" "Wherever you go, just be sure it's somewhere I can, too" ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Brienne come to a crossroads about something that makes you both realise that the scars of the Red Wedding still run all too deep.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions of death, grief, mourning

↳ word count: 1031

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Brienne was not exactly thrilled, to say the least; an invitation to an allied house’s most recent party to celebrate a wedding between the eldest son and the person he had fallen in love with - last time, such a thing did not go down well, and you understood her apprehension more than most. Maybe a little too well on the understanding front.

You missed Robb more than anyone else, as he had been your childhood friend, and it was through his mother - the lady Catelyn Stark - that you had even met Brienne; but you wanted to go, as you were keen on the house.

They had always been a friend to you, and offered you food and clothing and shelter at no expense when you had needed it most when you could not safely make it to Winterfell.

You wanted to see such a joyful moment, although the scars of the Red Wedding as they called it, still ran more than deep; you still could not look at a wolf without crying, and nor could you look at a dog with dark grey fur and yellow eyes anymore.

You could not hear Robb’s voice without mourning the friend you had lost so long ago; you wished that he was there, that you could go to the party with him and share the joy together and share in both the pride and humour of being asked if you were of some sort of relation due to nothing but your closeness.

You would have been proud to have called him kin, just as he would have been proud to do the same. But Robb was not coming back, and you knew that. You knew that you would have to go to the party alone, despite your lady’s insistence not to.

“Brienne, I love you more than I can ever say,” you told her quietly, shaking your head. “But I have to go. If nothing else because Robb would have wanted me to.”

“Sir,” Brienne sighed as she dumped her armour beside the bed and began to change into her night clothes. “I understand that the loss of Robb is not something that you can get over - believe me, I still mourn for Lady Cat. But it would be too much for me to go, you know that, and I would worry for you all the same if you went without me.”

You frowned, sitting beside her on the bed and gently kissing her bare shoulder. “I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do.”

“Nor am I,” she admitted with a curt shake of her head. A soft cough left the back of her throat as she tugged on her shirt. “I have only ever asked that, wherever you go, just be sure it’s somewhere I can, too… and I’m not sure I can follow this time.”

You nodded slowly, clearing your throat as you looked at her sword resting against the nightstand; it was a beautiful weapon, almost as beautiful as the woman who wielded it. Yet in the dim lighting, it seemed to hold the same blue as her melancholic eyes; the loss that still overpowered you both and kept a steady weight upon both pairs of shoulders.

It wasn’t as if either of you had people who could go in your stead the way that Lords and Ladies did, and it wasn’t as if hiring someone to go along was in the question, either; but if Brienne said she could not follow, then you respected that.

You understood her decision, and you had always said that you would do such a thing; but you did not want her to worry, and nor did you want to disappoint an ally who you so often referred to as a good friend.

For a moment, you hung your head as you sighed; debating on what to do until she gently cupped your jaw and turned you to face her. The sadness in her eyes was as bright as dragon’s fire, and drowned out the small smile upon her lips.

“Please, I don’t wanna fight,” she said with a shake of her head.

You swallowed thickly as you leaned into the touch, allowing a heavy and burdened sigh to leave your lips as you stared into those melancholic eyes. “Nor do I, my beloved… but what do we do?”

“Well,” she hummed. “We can always talk more about it tomorrow. Or you can send a raven to Jon Snow, and ask for his thoughts - I know you thought of him as kin, perhaps some outside perspective would do us both good.”

You dared to smile as you nodded slowly. “You always were the smart one.”

Gently, she patted your cheek as she shook her head with great fondness. “I know. But compared to you, my good sir, it isn’t exactly difficult.”

For a split moment, the scars did not exact as you laughed along with her; seeing her blue eyes light up without melancholy, for even just a few seconds, made it more than worth it.

To hear her stupendous and gorgeous laugh and to see her wonderful and brilliant smile made your knees week just like it did when you first saw her; she did not need to use a stroke of her sword to make you crumble and to turn your knees to something as useful as a bowl of milk left in the heat for days.

Brienne was, without a doubt, the single most beautiful woman you had ever met in your life, and you would have done anything to make sure that she was happy; you would have done anything for her, and all she needed to do was to ask.

But the second the laughter died down, the melancholy came back to her eyes, and you wanted nothing more than to cry; it was almost as if she felt guilty for experiencing a brief and fleeting moment of unburdened joy.

But you felt the same.

The scars of the Red Wedding still ran deep, and the burdens that came with it would never go away; you would never get over it, and you were certain that she would not, either.

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allegedly-human-uwu · 3 months

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Existing on tumblr the past few weeks

#i feel like i got 80% of the plot and lore already without ever engaging with the actual material lol #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #imma be honest #i dont care for 99% of manga / anime #i tried multiple but it didnt work out #but this one speaks to me #because of the autism #and the food #and the senshi panty shots

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donutdrawsthings · 1 month

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🎶 There's always a twist in the end!

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bloominglegumes · 1 month

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i love normal guys doomed by the narrative

#either that or hilariously dysfunctional or both #tf one #orion pax #d 16 #megop #megatron #optimus prime #my art #saw one post pointing out in the trailer that a like5 frame shot of megatrons cannon that was snuck between their mahoushoujo type transfor #mations and like.messed up deeply messed up u see how goofy best friends orion and megsy are theyre just silly guys but in every telling of #their story they always end up enemies ok like in a meta multiverse hopping way think about it.like oh my god prewar tfp megop was already j #juicy and earthspark divorced-remarried megop is like.RGHFH tf one is going to destroy me bc this is what they had Before do u get me #before the war before they fell apart before friends became enemies and hands were stained before the beginning of the end im so so normal #like ok.this silly tight goofy buddy dynamic thats shown in tf one so far is.is what they had before. its what they could have kept if only #if only things turned out differently. but in every world optimus prime and megatron end up leading opposite sides of the bloodiest war ever #ok.its a universal fact and everyone who knows any transformers knows this BUT THE CHARACTERS DONT THEYRE POWERLESS TO PREVENT IT #ill clean up these tags in the morning but like im so.so normal about fictional robot guys #anyway i was intending to draw a background for this but i got lazy and also spent too long on the hands!!!!so whatever

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revindicatedbyhistory · 4 months

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enough discussions about whether israel has a right to exist (it doesn´t). let´s now discuss: does germany have a right to exist? the answer also is no

#germans got one last shot at being an actual country with east germany and they blew it

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emacrow · 2 months

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The first time The Justice league met the ghost king, they were not expecting this.

They were just trying to stop Luther from getting more kryptonite shards after getting an anonymous way to summoned more concentrated ones.

They were not expecting something to follow along after it. Constantine is in the corner cursing up a storm about the infinite king which batman files for later...

Only for a tiny elderitch being mauled the living out of lex, eating every silver of kryptonite (50 pounds worth of kryptonite since he was in the giant mech suit) in sight like a starved savage animal before ploping in mid air like it was a solid floor after a small(cute) burp, before reforming into a humaniod state.... which was a tiny 5 year old white haired toddler with a look of I over-ate a food coma worth of snacks and it was worth it.

Meanwhile Danny was this close 👌🏻 from snapping into a terror tantrum that would made pariah king rage seem like child play after he caught on real quick on what was taking his ghost candy rock medicine supply prescripted to him from frostbite. Fuck vlad and his stupid plan to try and baby him, fuck the ghost zone cause everyone is now babying him, and not even clockwork is taking him seriously but did gave some cryptic hints on the whereabouts of his medicine that would help him grow faster.

It been literally 3 months by now and he has had it with the babying even though he look 5 physically, he is 18 year old! Not even his parents taking him seriously and been using this chance to spend time with him.. which is fine but he draws the line after bathtime, the sailor costume and floaty!

He was practically ravenous to the point of going eldritch form when he went chasing through trail of summoning ghost magic leading to his precious snacks.

He not even caring about the sad bald man in the mech suit after he had his fill and probably overduing eating and is just inducing the process of his food coma.

He is totally unaware of the audience he has right now that being watched on lived TV.

#dp x dc crossover #danny phantom #danny is the ghost king #de aged danny #danny is eldritch #kryptonite is ghost medicine as well as a treat #danny had literally hunting down his medicines snacks #after vlad deaged him with the ghost age revealer #frostbite is not helping but he got a supply of ghost snack medicines #but his medicine been disappearing and he been cranky #dc x dp prompt #one shot

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dragons-and-handcuffs · 8 months

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Tywin’s old enough to be her grandfather but Stark!Reader can’t help but shiver as he folds her into a mating press and whispers in her ear that he is going to breed her full of his heirs

Imagine you wearing a northern dress, with the stark color and Tywin just hate it. He is angry and lustful. He pulls you towards him, tells you how you are not allowed to wear those colors as he undress you. You should be fighting him but you can't. He touches you, feel you up, tells you how you belong to him now. You are beyond embarrassed that you are getting wet. How can your body betray you, especially for an enemy of house Stark. Imagine him pressing you down and fucking you as he whispers how he will fill you up with his seeds and make you breed Lannisters. I feel like he will also fuck you in front of a mirror and force you to watch, make you realize that he owns you. I also feel like if there is so much age gap he would definitely punish you if you do something wrong, maybe spank you till he believes you are truly sorry. And once you get pregnant everyone will know that you are no longer a stark, especially when you are wearing the red and gold dresses which

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 5 months

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Tent- Robb Stark (3)

Pairing: Robb Stark x Lannister!Reader

Characters: Robb Stark

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- Before Robb Stark made his promise to the twins he capture Jaimie Lannister and Y/N Hill (Tywin Lannister bastard). She was chained up right beside her brother before Robb Command his m’en to unchain her and giver her a proper tent and let her be bath and have food. Robb starts to fall for her and decides to marry her so she can have a stark name and be a queen in the North since she not treated well by her siblings accept Tyrion of cours. Tywin Lannister agréés to it and give back his sisters and Robb give back Jamie to the Lannister

Word Count: 449

Author: Charlotte

When you awoke the next morning, you felt rested, the first time in days; for a moment you forgot where you were. You scrambled from the bed and put on the overdress that had been left for you. It felt weird to not be wearing clothes caked in mud, but you were glad to not be a complete mess anymore.

You poked your head out of the entrance of the tent. As soon as you saw the light of day, a guard approached, telling you to go back inside. You sat on the edge of the bed waiting anxiously until the tent doorway opened again revealing Robb Stark, this time not flanked by guards, but you knew there was likely a couple outside of the tent.

“What am I doing here?” You asked, raising from your seat.

“I have an offer that could mutually benefit us,” he said with a soft smile.

“And what is that?” You frowned.

He paused. “I want you to marry me.”

That was the last thing you thought he was going to say. You doubted anyone would want to marry you, and if they did, you knew Tywin would hate it and likely kill one of or both of you. You certainly didn’t think anyone of any nobility would ask to marry you.

“Excuse me?”

“It will benefit us both. You said you will never be a Lannister and I doubt you will ever be treated as such. I cannot make you a Lannister, but I can make you a Stark. I can give you anything you could ever want, money, status, you will be the Queen of the North,” he explained.

“And what’s in it for you?” You asked. “I doubt you actually want to marry a bastard.”

Robb shrugged his shoulders. “No, I can’t say marrying the bastard daughter of the Lannister’s was what I thought would happen, but it doesn’t mean it’s not beneficial for me. There will not be a political alliance of the marriage, but for people to see even Tywin Lannister’s daughter being on the side of the north, it will help our cause.”

You didn’t know what to say. Even though you knew your father didn’t care for you, you knew he wouldn’t want this, and his opinion had always been priority.

“And what will come of my brother?”

“We have plans for him too.”

“Are you going to propose to him if I say no?”

The man before you chuckled and shook his head at you. “He isn’t quite my type.”

“And I am?” You asked, cocking your eyebrow.

He avoided your question.

“So, will you take my offer?”

There was really only one option. “Yes.”

#Tent #Part 3 #Robb Stark #Robb Stark Imagine #Request #Robb Stark One Shot #Game of Thrones #Game of Throne One Shot #GOT #GOT Imagine #GOT One Shot #Charlotte

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rafeandonlyrafe · 5 months

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watermelon

words: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, dubcon/noncon, safewords (use of, forgetting and ignoring), p in v sex, fingering, unprotected sex, thigh slapping, tit play, double penetration (p and fingers), degradation (dumb, stupid, slut, etc), bulging (stomach), gaping (hole), multiple orgasms, dacryphilia

your mouth tries to form words between the gasps and whines that are uncontrollably leaving your body, rafes thick cock pumping inside of you forcing the dirty sounds out, matching the squishy wet sounds from your cunt, having already created a wet spot on the bed from when rafe fingered you to orgasm twice before even getting his dick out.

“what is it baby?” rafe coos, his jaw slightly unhinged, panting as he squeezes your hip with one hand, the other gripping the soft flesh of your thigh, forcing you to keep your legs open as you try to squeeze them together, to stop the brutal assault on your pussy.

“s-strawberry.” you finally manage to call out. rafe pauses briefly, only pausing for a split second when his cock is completely lodged inside of you, a slight bulge forming on your stomach from how deep inside you he’s managed to get.

“oh, kiddo.” rafes lips turn up into a smile, hips immediately beginning to pump in and out. “that’s not your safe word silly baby.” you scrunch your brows together as rafe continues to mock you. “did you forget my dumb little girl?”

“apple.” you try, tears falling down your cheeks as you try to squirm away, but rafes grip is too strong.

“aww, you really don’t remember.” rafe laughs, moving his hand from your hip to your cunt, thumb rubbing over your clit even when you cry out, far too sensitive for him to continue, a stinging sensation making the tears flow faster.

“banana.” you attempt. you can’t remember the exact word, far too gone for you to think of it.

“keep trying.” rafe says, finger pushing against your hole, already stretched so tight with his cock it almost burns, only able to take it from how long he’s spent fingering you open. “not gonna stop until you remember dumb bunny.”

“p-please!” you scream out, back arching off the bed but not in pleasure as rafe pushes a finger through your tight ring of muscles, sliding it in alongside his cock, forcing your cunt to spread even more.

“you haven’t said your safe word yet.” rafe tsks, eyes watching your face contort in pain in fascination. if there was any doubt in his mind that this was just an act, that you didn’t really forget, it’s certainly confirmed by the sobs racking your body, but all rafe can focus on is the way your chest bounces as you cry.

rafe slaps your thigh with the hand gripping your leg. “keep your legs open for me, stupid slut. if you try anything i’ll shove my whole fist in your little cunnie.” rafe warns, moving his hand as you keep your legs spread apart, too tired anyways to even try and move them.

rafe grabs your tit in his hand, his large palm engulfing your breast as he squeezes. “such a nice little body you’ve got, baby.” rafe coos, his voice still managing to read as soft despite his actions as another finger makes its way into your cunt, making you squirm slightly but keep your thighs spread.

“mango.” you try. “peach.” you know it’s some sort of fruit, you just can’t decipher through the pleasure and pain the right one. “mmm, you’re on the right track, silly.” rafe says with a shake of his head, hoping you won’t say it, that you won’t remember, that he can continue to have you crying underneath him.

rafe scissors the fingers pushed into your cunt, feeling them as his cock trusts, adding a second texture as opposed to the gummy walls of your pussy.

“too much!” your hands are gripping at the sheets, fisted around the soft fabric as you pull at it, trying to gain some sort of control over your body, but it’s impossible when rafe is inside of you. “orange. pear.” “you’re getting further.” rafe just laughs as your head thrashes from side to side. “come on, you had to remember one word. one word and you can’t even do that. you don’t even deserve a safe word dumb bunny.”

you let out a whine of pleasure when rafe twists his hand and puts the pad on his thumb over your clit, not rubbing but applying pleasure as he forces a moan out of you just from the press against your bud.

“i forgot! just stop, please.” you beg. “grapefruit!”

“you hate grapefruit, of course thats not your safeword.” rafe says with a shake of his head. “can’t even remember what you like and hate anymore.”

“raspberries.” you swear you like raspberries, but rafe is right, food is so far out of your mind right now that you truly don’t remember, not when your focus is on how you swear rafe is bruising your cervix.

“you do like raspberries, good job baby. you also like daddys big dick inside of you. even when it hurts, yeah?” rafe begins to rub his thumb now, making your back arch off the bed. “see, such a good little girl for me.” “i-i’m close.” you warn. you’re sure another orgasm will wreck you completely, maybe even force you into a blackout.

“have any more guesses? or you don’t want me to stop anymore?” rafe questions, rubbing harder as you feel his cock swell inside of you, signaling he’s getting close as well, pushed along by the way you’re reacting to his hard thrusts as his hand still covers your tit, gripping at the flesh like he’s using it for leverage as he pumps into you.

“keep going.” you pant, body shaking as your fifth orgasm of the night is about to be forced out of you. “keep going, please.”

“aww, who am i to say no to my little baby? not when she’s so dumb on my cock and hasn’t said her safe word.” rafe moves faster, his cock jamming into you at a blistering pace all while his thumb quickly flicks over your clit, his two fingers still spread out inside of your hole.

your vision turns black as you’re suddenly pushed over the edge, entire body spasming, triggering rafes own orgasm as he moans, encouraged by the tears dripping down your cheeks even as your high hits you, hips circling like you’re trying to take more of rafes cock inside of you while at the same time trying to pull away.

“shh, don’t fight it baby, relax.” rafe pets his thumb gently over your clit as your cunt pulsates around his dick and fingers, squeezing all the cum out deep inside of you. rafe isn’t sure if he’s just seeing things or if your stomach bulges a little more from his cum.

“w-watermelon.” you finally manage. your last guess.

rafe smiles at you, a soft, sweet smile as if his cock isn’t still lodged deep in your pussy. “good job baby!” he says, patting your cheek as he finally lets go of your chest, an angry red handprint leaving evidence of his grip as he slowly slides his cock out now that you finally got the correct word, your gaping hole leaking cum in globs. “i’m so proud of you for remembering!”

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wilteddreamsofbaldursgate · 4 months

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Overindulgent father Astarion who tells his children they’re allergic to any kind of jewellery that isn’t made of the highest grade Dwarven crafted gold.

It’s not even because Astarion might have a certain aversion to silver, no, he just raises his children to have standards, thank you very much.

And it doesn’t end with shiny things, oh no…

The Ancunín brood is known to be dressed in perfectly woven cotton, silk and soft leather clothes, no matter the occasion.

They’re seen playing with expensive toys, reading artfully illustrated books that certainly belong behind thick glass, not in children’s sticky hands.

There’s even talk that one of the children is not as naturally inclined to music as his parents claim him to be, surely his lyre must be enchanted—the instrument certainly looks extravagant enough!

And then there’s always this air of effortless haughtiness surrounding the Ancunín children whenever their nannies and servants are parading them through town as if they were perfect little dolls; objects to show off the wealth their parents acquired in quite the mysterious ways.

So, it’s no secret that Astarion and Tav are pampering their children—some might say they’re even spoiling them rotten.

And maybe they are, especially Astarion.

But he doesn’t see why he should raise them any other way, nor does he want to.

When it comes to his children, Astarion has his own standards, and as long as Tav agrees with him nothing really matters.

Because, these people, they don’t know anything about the Ancuníns.

They don’t know that it’s not unusual for Astarion to wash out dirt and mud and strawberry stains from comically small finery, leaving behind only the memories of a day spent playing in the garden, chasing after ducks, picking flowers, lazing in the sun…

That any holes and tears the children’s clothes might suffer are quickly mended, making them look as good as new in no time.

Nor do they know that Astarion doesn’t mind fashioning a brand new dress to match that of a favourite doll, either. Or to embroider a pretty vest with the likeness of that stray cat the children seem to adore, although their father would rather they don’t touch the mangy animal.

No, those people know nothing at all...

“Not tired!” Astarion’s youngest cries; the vehement denial of her father’s earlier accusation is cut short by a telltale yawn.

The room still smells of fragrant lavender oil and peaches even when the bath water has already grown tepid, just one or two degrees above what Astarion would consider too cold to be enjoyable.

Amused, he raises an eyebrow at the protesting toddler before he lifts her out of the copper bathtub with little effort.

By now, he knows every step of this game.

“Tut-tut, my dear child, what did mama and I say?” Astarion kneels, quickly wrapping a soft towel around the child to keep her warm. “We only tell lies outside of this house.”

Unfazed by her father’s gentle scolding, the girl crosses her arms that haven’t yet lost their puppy fat across her chest, reminding Astarion a little too much of a very displeased Tav.

Suppressing a sigh, he leans back to consider the pouting child, wondering what could possibly be upsetting her this time—the list is growing longer by the day, after all.

“What’s the matter, dear?” Astarion asks gently, hoping it’s something easily fixable as it’s growing rather late.

“Want apple!”

Decades ago, Astarion might’ve rolled his eyes—he knows exactly which stupid apple the child wants, it’s been haunting him all day—but once he started to treat his children’s problems as if they were his own, his life has grown somewhat easier.

“Why, let’s get an apple on our way to bed, then. Would that be alright, Your Highness?”

The girl promptly nods her head, allowing Astarion to pat her hair dry before dressing her in a clean night dress.

She rests her cheek against her father’s shoulder as he carries her first to the kitchen to grab a fragrant apple and a knife, then to her bedroom where they settle on the cosy window seat, just like they do every night.

Soft moonlight is pouring through the windows; the child giggles at the way the knife’s blade is catching the silver light as Astarion peels and cuts the apple into even pieces.

“Here you go,” he finally says, giving the slice of apple one last examining look before surrendering it to the impatient little hands reaching for it. “A sweet treat for my little sweet. Doesn’t it taste so much better when we don’t eat it off the floor, darling?” And when it’s not crawling with ants…

The appeased toddler nibbles at the juicy fruit as Astarion carefully combs through her still-damp curls.

Her hair’s getting long, he notices, knowing that taking care of it will become more time-consuming each day.

Once, Astarion would’ve thought this task tedious, brushing out hair that’s not his own, oiling and braiding it for no other reason than knowing his children enjoy him doing it.

But that’s why he loves doing it in the first place, he supposes.

Astarion can tell by his toddler’s heartbeat that sleep is about to claim her.

The half-eaten slice of apple is still clutched in her little fist as he cradles the child to his chest, slowly rising from the window seat to put her to bed.

He’s just about to lay the child down that the fruit drops to the floor, his daughter’s tiny hand clutching at his shirt instead.

“Thank you, papa,” she mumbles, more asleep than awake.

Astarion pauses.

He breathes in the clean, yet unique scent of the little girl that is forever engraved in his brain, the same way he knows under which exact constellation she was born. When she took her first steps, what her first word was. Soon, he will have to memorise her favourite colour, and what she likes to eat when dirty apples won’t be that appealing anymore.

By now, Astarion knows this game by heart, knows that with every year that passes, he has something new to learn about his children.

And sometimes he wonders what it’s like to grow up with clean bed sheets and full bellies. Sleep filled with naught but warmth and happy memories. Ever open doors and tears that are dried by tender kisses. Living in a house where mistakes and anger are welcomed, safe.

He wonders what it’s like for his children to know that their father’s love comes without conditions. Not now and not ever.

Sitting down on the bed, Astarion holds his youngest a little closer to his chest, unwilling to let go of her, yet.

He’s often accused of spoiling his children when most people can only just grasp the very surface of his love for them, the bare minimum of what he feels for his one and only, precious family.

These baseless accusations are as unimportant to Astarion as the people voicing them.

He’s raising his children to have standards, wants them to take their father’s love for granted, to accept nothing less but pure devotion.

It’s the only way Astarion knows how to love them, the only way that comes most naturally to him.

Astarion looks down at his little girl, now fast asleep, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.

After all these years—all these children—he’s still in awe watching them sleep in his arms as if no harm in the world could ever befall them.

And it won’t—not if Astarion can help it.

“No, thank you, my heart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against the crown of the toddler’s head.

When it comes to his children, Astarion holds himself to the highest standard.

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cbmagus49 · 7 months

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Hey guess what it's time for a big ol' Relativity screenshot edit sketchdump!!!!

#gravity falls #relativity falls #screenshot edit #mabel pines #dipper pines #stan pines #ford pines #candy chiu #pacifica northwest #aaaaa I'm so glad to finally get these out there ^^#it was about time I got around to redrawing the scary-oke scene :D #technically I'd already posted that last roadside attraction pic #but I've polished it up since then to match the newer ones so I figured it was worth posting again #idk how the heck I hadn't done the author reveal shot with dipper yet #that's like the most obvious thing in the world #also hey relativity pacifica reveal I guess #I couldn't very well NOT have her be the one running against mabel for mayor now could I

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teatitty · 3 months

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NEW SENSHI PANTYSHOT LETS GO

#dungeon meshi #I'm probably gonna miss a bunch of cool shots bc of how fast the animation is this time #BUT AT LEAST I GOT THIS ONE AMEN

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callsign-coolsquirrel · 3 months

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Roaches first mission

that mission in brazil sucks so bad but the content is so worth it

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