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pedge-page · 5 months

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#3 of Joel dealing with his Preggo reader : hungry

Warnings: oral m receiving, lactation kink, breast feeding, pregnancy, Joel fluff doing the absolute most for his wifey

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Joel is leaning back in his armchair on this lazy Thursday evening after having worked 12 hours today on a rigorous construction project. He sighs heavily, glaring down at his absolute favorite sight in the world right now: his heavily pregnant wife between his legs leisurely sucking his cock like a popsicle.

With a pillow below your knees, you looked like a dream. Your eyes closed as you gently hum around his mushroomed tip, suckling his precum. There was no rush to your movements, no desperate urge to make him cum: you were simply just enjoying the heavenly weight of your husband's blessed member sliding in and out of your waiting mouth.

He doesn't immediately register when you pull off his cock with a pop.

"I want taiyaki."

Joel shakes himself from his dazed relaxation. "Taco what?"

"My cousin who took me to the international fair 3 years ago? She got that and let me try it and it was really good. I want that." You sit back on your knees, waiting for Joel to get moving. He doesnt. "Right now," you add.

He's learned very quickly that once you have a craving for something, everything else must pause until you get it. Joel begrudgingly tucks his hard and unsatisfied cock back in his sweat pants, grabs his keys and reverses out the driveway, repeating it in his head: tai-yak-i, taiy-aki tayo aki, taco yaki, taco yucky—tacos aren't yucky they're delicious why couldnt she ask foR YUMMY TACOS I COULD HAVE MADE THAT AT HOME.

It takes him an hour of frantic searching of Japanese shops, and finally finding one, having begged the poor lady at the counter to make them—whatever they are, —hot and fresh for his pregnant wife at this late hour despite the shop closing in a few minutes. Luckily she seemed to vaguely understand his garbled mish mosh of the word and went to work.

He tips her generously and is out the door, plastic "have a nice day" bag secured in the passenger seat of the truck as he speeds home.

He triumphantly drops the bag next to your sleeping body on the couch. Your nose wrinkles, eyes shooting open at the sudden new smell. No hello, no thank you, just grubby hands diving in to the bag and opening the styrophome container.

You pause, staring at the contents. "What is this?"

"Its the thing: taco-yauki."

You look at him in incredulously, and he shoots the same look back, mixed with confusion.

"These are fried octopus balls, Joel?"

"Why the fuck would you want that?"

"I didn't! I wanted cream filled waffles! Taiyaki! Not Takoyaki!

"I DONT KNOW JAPANESE, WOMAN."

"STOP YELLING AT ME!"

"I'M NOT YE—" he inhales deeply before exhaling, letting his shoulders sag. "I'm not yelling, baby. I'm sorry. I promise I didn't know."

You shake your head, eyes swelling with tears of hangriness. "Honestly, Joel, if I knew you were going to be this useless when I married you," your voice cracks. You push the now cold balls away and cross your arms, pouting.

Joel covers his eyes with his hands. What a fucking night.

He knows that you dont mean it. That you're tired, crankly, in pain, and hungry. And that your dumbass husband was in such a rush that he didn't take a second to write it down, let alone ask you exactly what he was looking for. He remembered the fish pastry now, something he could have bought at the grocery store 10 minutes down the road. His back hurts, dick hurts, eyes hurt. He doesn't want you to be hurt too.

"Joel," you peep meakly.

"Yes baby?"

"I'm um. I'm sorry for what I said. You're not completely useless." You twist your fingers apologetically, which he finds absolutely adorable. It's impossible to even remember what he was so annoyed by. You clear your throat and speak sweetly: "I don't want taiyaki anymore. Can we have tacos instead?"

He smiles. "White-people tacos or street tacos?"

"The ones you make, please."

Joel's warm hand craddles your cheek softly. "Coming right up, angel." His hand filters down your throat before settling over your chest, fingers ever so gently tracing the lace line of your nightgown, pulling it down slightly to expose more of your supple cleavage. "But first, I get my cream filled pastry."

"Wha—?"

He gets on his knees, yanking your shirt down as your swollen tits—courtesy of your soon-to-be child— bounce out. You hiss at the sensitivity of being so heavy and full of milk.

Joel wastes no time wrapping his lips around your pebbled nipple and sucking gently, the creamy liquid so built up in your system that it just flows naturally into his eager mouth.

"You were hungry too, huh?" You teased.

He hums around your engorged breast, eyes closed in bliss. He softly kneads your unoccupied tit with one hand, the other joining your palm in passionately caressing your large tummy. You both feel your baby kicking happily now that mommy and daddy have made up.

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freak-accident419 · 1 month

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You Were Everything

Derek Danforth x AFAB!GN!Reader

Summary: It’s been a few years since the divorce. When you accidentally got pregnant by Derek, he left immediately out of fear, leaving you pregnant all alone. Compromises and communication had become established and all he could do now was call your daughter. But one day, just like some others, he asks to see her in person again.

Word Count: 2.3k

Content: angst, mentions of accidental pregnancy, reader is divorced from Derek, ‘P/n’ = parent name (what your child would call you, whether it be mommy/daddy/etc)

(A/n: I’ve gotta stop being inspired by Richie Jerimovich… reader is afab yet implied/intended to be genderqueer—either nonbinary, genderfluid, transman, transmasc, etc. but it can also apply to cis fem readers. Anyone with a uterus. I know this arrangement isn’t accurate—the custody thing—but it makes things more dramatic, you know?)

“Y/n, please.” You heard your ex-husband plead over the phone.

“Derek, we’ve already talked about this countless times. I’m not going to change my mind,” you sigh wearily.

Things with Derek were… complicated, to say the very least. You had once been married to him a few years ago, and everything was going so well. That is, until he got you pregnant.

It was a complete accident. You two always thought you were being safe. You both never planned on pregnancy, let alone even talked about the possibility of having a child. And with your conditions, you weren’t even sure you would be willing to raise it, to carry it all those nine months. But you went through with it anyway.

When Derek found out, he was utterly terrified. He never thought of himself being a father, he never thought he’d ever be the father of your kid, and he especially never thought you would even have a kid of your own. And so, out of sole fear and impulse, he just left one night. Gave you space, you supposed. But things ultimately just ended up in a bitter divorce. Derek was barely there for you.

Which was why you were so insistent on not letting him see your daughter. Jessica or Jess, she was named after Derek’s mother. She was four-years-old now, only communicating with her father on the phone, consoled by the lie you told her that he lived across the globe. During your pregnancy, he still paid for the medical bills, child support, formula, et cetera, yet he was separated from you. Therefore, you simply denied him visitation for your daughter, court-ordered, because you believed he didn’t deserve to see her. He left you alone for all those months, knowing how drastic of a concept pregnancy was to you. You never planned to let him see her.

“Y/n, please. Just for a day. Or even—even just an hour! Let me see my little girl. Please,” he begged with hopeless desperation. It was insulting to you, the fact that he finally wanted to be part of you and your daughter’s life.

“I’m not changing my mind,” you assert forcefully. “You left us. You left her and you left me.” You two always had this same conversation with the same statements and reasons. He had always brought up the possibility of seeing his daughter. This same conversation happened nearly almost every month.

“C’mon. She—she deserves to have a dad present in her life. I can’t just—just call her up all the time while she just believes I’m across the sea and unable to see her!” He urged imperatively to his ex-spouse.

“You’re right. She does deserve to have a dad. A present dad, a good dad,” you utter pressingly. “But that’s just not you.”

Derek pinched his nose bridge in frustration and sighed. He felt terrible. He felt so regretful and so horrible and undeserving of seeing his daughter in person. But he was also selfish—he needed to see her. Derek believed that he learned from his mistakes. Ultimately, he didn’t want to be a father in the beginning because he knew he was unfit. That is, until recently, when he shut down UDG and Nine Star.

“I know I messed up. I know—I know things ended horribly and—and you will never forgive me, but… but I just wanna see Jessica. Not even for an hour? Even five minutes? Five minutes, Y/n, come on, five minutes. Let me have this,” he implored. A part of you felt bad. After all, deep down you still loved him. But you kept remembering every grueling and difficult second while you were pregnant and alone.

“Derek, we’ve already had this conversation. You can continue to call her just like it has been for the past four years. But that’s it. You—” you paused in your tracks as you looked at the kitchen table, the plastic cup of milk tipped over, the drink spreading across the surface. You rushed to get napkins and you soothe your daughter. “Hey, sweetheart. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s just spilt milk. Easy to clean. You’re okay.” You wiped the milk with the napkins after setting the cup back up. She was a sensitive child, so she was definitely upset about the spilled drink, yet you were able to distract her from the accident. “There. See? All clean. Did you eat your vegetables? Oh my, you did! All of them? Good girl!”

Your sweet, higher pitched voice transmitted to the other side of the phone, Derek hearing you speak to your daughter. His heart nearly stopped as he began to hear the muffled babbles of the toddler in the background of the call. His voice softened immediately, and he couldn’t think about anything but the presence of his daughter.

“She… She’s been eating her vegetables?” He asks softly in awe.

You bring the phone back to your ear. “Yeah,” you answer simply, looking down at her as she continued to eat her lunch.

Derek felt a rush of pride. Even though it was something as small as finishing vegetables, he was extremely proud of her. He always was.

“Is she—is she there?” He inquired breathlessly.

“Uh, yeah,” you reply.

“Can I talk to her?”

“Derek—”

“Please.”

You sigh, pausing. You only let him speak to her for a certain amount of hours and at a specific time of the day, but… you figured there was no harm in letting him speak to her right now. “Fine,” you yield.

After handing the phone to your daughter and telling her who it was, you caught the sudden change of her expression—she nearly beamed.

“Hi, daddy!”

Derek felt his heart explode and his whole world practically stopped at the moment he heard his child’s voice again. Sure, he gets to call her every day, but he could never get used to it, to the feeling, to her voice. The way she called him her father with enthusiasm and exhilaration, as if he was worth all the excitement. Then his lips curled into a soft smile once he fully processed the moment. “Hey… hey, baby, how are you?”

“I’m good!” She chirped sweetly. “Guess what?”

“What is it, sweetheart?” He replies excitedly.

“I can do a cartwheel now!” She exclaimed.

“Oh really?” He chuckles softly.

“Yeah! My friend Emmy, who-who’s in gymnastics, she showed me how!” Derek smiles as he continued to hear the purity and cheerfulness of his own daughter’s voice. His heart melted every time he heard her, every mispronunciation, every babble.

“That’s amazing, honey!” He praised with admiration.

Her happiness was overwhelming. While he was proud of her—and he was—he couldn’t help but feel miserable. He couldn’t be there to see it. To see his daughter, unlike other kids, finish all her vegetables without any problems. To see her do a cartwheel for the very first time.

“I wish you could see it, daddy! It’s so cool!”

“I bet it is, Jess,” he replies joyfully, ensuring that there were no hints of anguish in his tone. “I wish I could see it too.”

It hurt him a lot, if he had to be honest—not being able to see his daughter and her achievements and growth in person. It was slowly, deliberately killing him.

“And-and yesterday, p/n’s friend Josh took us to the aquarium!” she giggled.

Oh, right. Your new boyfriend. Josh.

Josh, the one who always took you out to dinner whenever he could. The one who treated your daughter with ice cream regularly.

Josh, the one with a clean background and normal, humble life.

Josh, the one who Jess mentioned on several occasions, especially whenever she brought up your happiness.

Derek felt his mouth become dry, obligated to lick his lips. He gulped, attempting to disregard the whole painful ‘Josh’ thing with a relevant question. “Yeah? What kinds of animals did you see there?” He asked curiously.

“There were a lot of fishes, and penguins, and seahorses, and turtles, and octopuses! But my favorite were the seals,” she babbles gleefully, completely ignorant of the entire situation.

“That sounds so fun, baby,” he replied with a wide smile. “Why are seals your favorite?”

“I don’t know. They’re just really cute,” she shrugs with an innocent giggle. “P/n said that they remind them of you, though.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Your p/n said that?”

“Mhm!”

“Me? Seals?”

“Yeah. They said it was because you had big puppy eyes,” she giggles.

Derek laughs. It felt nice to hear that you still spoke of him to your daughter, let alone fondly. And it was also very typical of you to say; hearing that was inexplicably nostalgic. It warmed his heart. “Can’t argue with that.”

A pondering thought lingered in his mind as he thought about you, and he felt it eating at him.

“Hey, baby, can I ask you something?” He implores gently.

“Okay!” she replies simply.

“Is… Is your P/n happy?” Derek felt nervous as he asked this question.

“Yeah!” she babbles cheerfully. “They’re always happy!”

There was a wave of a warm, bittersweet feeling in his chest as he smiled softly to himself. But also relief. He still cared about you, so, so much. Derek regrets leaving you that day. He wants to come back for Jess, of course. But he also wants to come back to you.

Derek opened his mouth to speak, until suddenly—

“Oh. P/n wants to be back on the phone.”

Derek’s smile falters immediately. He knew you never really approved of any interaction between him and your daughter, so he assumed you wanted to cut the call short. But in the end, nothing would be enough for him. Not a five minute or five hour call. He would sacrifice anything to see her. But he knew that as long as you never forgive him, it’ll never happen. “O-okay, baby. I love you, okay? Give—give the phone back to your p/n, please.”

“Okay! I love you! Bye daddy!”

He sighs as he heard the phone being passed to you, taking a deep breath as he prepared to speak to you once again. It was kind of draining, mostly because he was intimidated by you. Speaking to you was just a reminder of his failure, of how he failed you.

“Hey,” you sigh.

“Hey…”

There was a slight pause until Derek spoke up.

“So… seals remind you of me, huh?”

You groan playfully and place a hand on your forehead. “She told you that?”

“Mhm. I mean—personally, I don’t get why you’ve always talked out my eyes being ‘big and brown,’ like every time, you always said that same thing—”

“Because they are,” you chuckle under your breath. Little did he know, and little did Jess know, that she had his eyes. You had mixed feelings about Derek indefinitely, especially because of the past. But there was something so invigorating about talking about your daughter with him. “Did she tell you about the cartwheel?”

“Yeah,” he replies with a grin on his face. Knowing him for a long time, you could imagine how his face looked just by the sound of his voice. “I’m so proud of her.”

“You know, um… she’s very invested in math right now,” you bring up.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, there was this, uh, cartoon… on the TV showing simple math problems and uh… she just sorta fell in love with it. She wanted me to teach her more,” you reiterate. “Derek, she’s four.”

Derek listened in awe, becoming more and more amazed by his daughter.

“Really? She wanted to learn math?”

“Yeah,” you were practically beaming. “She is so smart, Derek,” you affirm, “Our—our daughter, she is so smart.”

”Y-yeah. She—she really is,” he replied briefly with mere astonishment.

That was the first time that you referred to your daughter as his. ‘Our,’ echoed in his mind. ‘Our daughter.’ He wasn’t sure that you even caught that, that it was intentional, because you said it so naturally and quick, but… he couldn’t help but feel good about himself—about everything—after that.

There was a short pause before you cleared your throat. “Hey, um… I thought about it a lot and, uh… I have this business thing across the country… and, um… I was planning on having my mom watch her or a sitter, but, uh…”

You pause, afraid to even make the proposal.

“I wanted you to watch her. On that weekend. You can, uh… finally meet her, spend time with her, and…”

Derek was in complete shock. His eyes were wide, he felt his entire body freeze, it was like he couldn’t move.

“When is this?” He uttered quietly in disbelief.

“In two weeks,” you answer, “Are you up for it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. Of course, I…” Derek was incredibly astonished. Was this even real? You were finally going to let him see his daughter? “Of course. I’ll—I’ll be there.” He was so prepared to cancel every single plan on that weekend, clearing up his schedule just for Jess.

“Y/n, thank you. Thank you so much, I…” He was still in utter shock. It was unexpected after all, just a few minutes ago you had denied him again. But while your daughter was calling him, you got an email from your work, reminding you about the business trip. You weren’t entirely sure why you changed your mind like this. You just hoped that you wouldn’t regret it.

“Just… please don’t mess it up,” you sigh exasperatedly.

“I—I won’t,” he says confidently. Derek felt his hands shake ever so slightly, eyes watering from the realization he had—he was going to see his kid. For the first time, he was going to see his child.

“Okay.”

Derek felt emotional. He was actually going to see his kid. He was actually going to watch her cartwheel, he was actually going to hold her. He could take her out for ice cream like… how Josh had.

Derek gulped as he pondered.

“Y/n?” He mumbles silently.

You hum in response.

“I, uh… How are—How are you doing?”

“I’m doing alright, Derek,” you reply briefly.

You said his name softly this time, however—not harshly like before. It tugged on his weak heartstrings as if they were useless, frayed string.

And then there was an awful, deafening pause.

“I, uh… I still really love you, Y/n.”

You felt your heart sink before it shattered completely. Your vision began to become blurry with your now glassy eyes. It hurt. This all hurt.

Derek wouldn’t know much this affected you, however. He could only hear your voice or your silence. He’d never know how awful you felt just from hearing that, like how awful he felt from blurting it out. He believed you completely moved on from him. But he adored you, to say the very least, hopelessly. It was simply a cry for a second chance.

There was a terrible, piercing silence. Were you still there, behind the phone?

“Y/n…?”

You were speechless for too long as his words lingered horribly in your mind.

Then finally…

“I know,” he heard you reply softly, under your trembled breath.

“I—I still care about you,” you add. Wrong. You still love him too. But he would never know that. He would be foolish to assume without hearing the three words leave your own lips. And you couldn’t. You couldn’t tell him that you still loved him, because he would just hold on and hope longer. So instead, you express your gratitude for him. “Um… Thank you for… for all the good times… for being in my life…

You were a wonderful experience.”

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mondaysoct · 13 days

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soon enough sweetheart.

Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

—content: fluff, pregnant!reader, mdni

—word count: 0.5k

Hours pass as you both sleep. Your eyes slowly drift open, and your body stretches as the aches and tensions of sleeping fade away.

You snuggle close to him, as you are also still a little sleepy and groggy. You snuggle closer and closer, and your soft pregnant belly rubs against his back.

You smile into his neck and pull back for a second. You take the opportunity to sit up, leaning down for yet another kiss. This time, the kiss is longer. Your husband still has to fight himself from pulling you in and being too intimate, but he tries to hold back.

You release him and sit up fully. As you sit up, you see his eyes open. And looking back at your face. You smile at him and lean forward, but he pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you. And he holds you there, tightly. He kisses you, and you two kisses feverishly. The moonlight shines down, lighting up your faces as you kiss.

He breaks the kiss. “You are so tempting, love. But our baby-“ you place your finger on his lips and grin at him seductively. You are such a natural seductress.

"Shhhh, the little one it's fine." You silencing him and distracting him completely. Simon looks at you, trying to act tough, but he quickly fails.

He sighs. You always won these arguments. But it was never really an argument. He wanted you as much as you wanted him. And he wanted you more now, seeing how beautiful your pregnancy made you.

He breaks into a chuckle. You have him wrapped around your finger. You take this opportunity to kiss him again, leaning on top of him when you are finished. Your hands run down his body as you explore it with your touch. He losing control and the energy between you is heating up. Your hands start inching lower on his chest, tracing circles and getting closer to his belt button. He wants more, not wanting it to ever stop.

You undo his belt. His eyes are closed. His mouth is slightly open as his breath quickens. You are taking him to that point where he doesn’t want to think or worry, where he just wants to enjoy this moment. Your fingers then move to his pants. You slowly undid the first button, and then the second, and so forth, moving down. He shivers with each touch you make. He is at your mercy, just enjoying the feeling of your hands gliding across his skin.

You get to the final button, near his hips, and you move your hands lower still. You trace the edges of his underwear, sending goosebumps down his body. He shivers again. You can feel the energy rising between the two of you. But no matter how much you want it; you can both feel it is not the time yet.

So, you decide to stop. You pull away just enough to undo the last button and then slowly undid his belt. No more. Not yet. You lean back and whisper in his ear. “Soon enough sweetheart. Soon enough, I promise.” You tease him with grins.

He grunts desperately.

He pulls wraps his arms around you. The two of you both want each other so bad, but you both know that your baby comes first. A baby that in a few more months will be joining the two of you in this bed. Even if you can’t express your sexual tension, you can at least be in each other's arm, which is very satisfying.

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penvisions · 14 days

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wish i never met you {a garnish one shot}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Professor! Reader (formally known as Bartender! Reader)

Summary: Fear of rejection and messing up so beyond comprehension makes you regret crossing the professional line and getting to know Joel as you do now.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: canon typical language, joel thinks he's the one in charge but we all know it's really reader, religious contemplation, mentions of past trauma, mentions of bad family dynamics, smoking, consumption of alcohol, menstruation, talk of menstruation, blood, cramps, muscle soreness, unorthodox pregnancy announcement, reader is a hot mess, allusions to adult content, allusions to smut, mentions of past p in v, might need to add more if i missed anything!

A/N: wrote this as part of a fun, silly fic title prompt game submission from a sweet anon. it totally inspired an angsty din piece at first that i have in my drafts but then these two slammed into my brain and hijacked the idea. i just love them, your honor. i have so much love for them. NOW I KNOW THIS SUBJECT MATTER ISN'T FOR EVERYONE, I REALLY DEBATED POSTING THIS OVER THE LAST FEW DAYS BC I KNOW IT'S NOT EVERYONE'S CUP OF TEA but i feel like this is a good trajectory for these two, truly. i'm so sorry if anyone disagrees with the direction i took this in and i hopei t doesn't take away from the original series for y'all

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“No, fuck off.” Was the quick response to a wide palm caressing over your back. You were hunched over your crossed legs on the couch, aware of how bad the position was for your posture. But it was the only way to find any relief on your aching back. You had thought it was cramps at first, really, but then you realized all the symptoms of your monthly cycle fell in line with something else when the bleeding never started.

“Excuse me, darlin’? You sure you wanna use that language with me?” Joel’s deep voice was tinged with an edge, giving you the chance to retract your expletives. You were never so outright with your denial, never wanting to deny the man a few feet away. But the way in which you had expressed it to an obviously exhausted Joel was maybe too bold for the late hour. But you didn’t take it, instead repeating yourself.

“Kindly, fuck off. Don’t touch me.” You pulled away from him, hunching lower under his hand to break the contact.

“That’s not much better, ya know.” Joel’s hands shifted to his waist, a thick brow raised as he took in the sight of you nearly balled up, the faint light of the screen lighting up your face as you ignored him.

A harsh contraction of your muscles had you groaning out, “I wish I never met you.”

“C’mon now, you don’t mean that.” Joel huffed, trying to keep his calm, but you knew it was hard for him even if you really didn’t feel all that good. You never took your pain or frustration out on him like this, it was always soft murmurs of ‘hold me’ or ‘can I borrow your warmth’. Never the way you were reacting now.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into y-“ His mouth snapped shut, eyes focusing on the screen. On the words you had typed into the search engine. Normally he would tease you over the typos, your fingers not working as quick as you mind for all the grace and focus you normally had to expertly wield a sharp knife.

Your heart thumped at the sudden silence. The fizzling tension that had filled the room.

“Don’t!” You gasped out, slamming the laptop closed and shielding the device with your body completely.

“Darlin’…” You swore you could hear the cogs turning in his head. Thinking back on the depraved as desperate way you had been seeking him out when he returned home from a late shift at the restaurant even despite the haze of sleep, in the mornings before you had to peel yourself away to go to campus, the photos you had brazenly sent him without warning that had him shielding or turning his phone over throughout the day. Thinking back on the way you had been inhaling food at any occasion, none of your normal contemplation or silence after what you considered a binge. Thinking back on the way you had begun to complain of your work clothing feeling wrong and too tight on your aching body as you dressed in the morning.

When he moved to sit on the other side of the couch, far too close for comfort, you shied away and pressed your back into the arm on your end.

“Not gonna touch ya, you have my word.” He raised his hands placatingly, his expression so soft that the tears burst from you without warning.

“You do-don’t wanna touch me. Not anymo-more.” Hiccups jolted your body, making the skin you were already uncomfortable in tingle. “I ruined ev-everything.”

He regarded you with a small frown, his plush lips pulled down as he clasped his hands together in his lap. Just as he opened his mouth to speak the words flew from you.

“I remember what you said, on the line.” You narrowed your eyes at him as they echoed in your head.

‘It had been a slow day, prep and cleaning taking over most of the evening shift. It had been back before you had taken on a role in the kitchen. Sneaking fries from the bowl of them on the expo line. They hadn’t been hot or even salted, but they were better than snacking on the fruity garnishes at the bar.

He had been passing the time with who you hadn’t known at the time was his brother, Tommy. Who had driven into the city to help take a look at the empty lot beside the restaurant, both of them contemplating the construction of a patio. But they had ended up in the kitchen, hunger too strong a call.

While Joel was on the line, Tommy was beside you, sneaking fries with a wink in your direction. But you ignored him, focused on looking through the catalogue of one of your vendors. Trying to make a seasonal menu. But your ears caught the harsh grunt of the man your eyes trailed over in the midst of busy nights.

“Wouldn’t do it, no.”

“C’mon, you seriously tellin’ me you wouldn’t baby sit for me if I were to gift you with a niece or nephew.”

“No, ‘m too old. Hire a babysitter.”

“You’re full of it ‘n you know it.”

“Brother, a baby is a lot of work. Now, your baby? Even more so.” Joel leveled his brother with a look that silenced any other argument on the matter.’

The moment he realized what you were talking about, his brows flew up into his hairline and he breathed out a hearty chuckle.

“Darlin’, I was just givin’ him a hard time. You gotta know that.”

“I didn’t know you.” You stood up from the couch, body protesting the movement. Cupping a hand over your mouth, you breathed harshly as you tried to tamp down a bout of nausea. “And now that I do, I’m gonna have to consider literally everything on my own and I’m gonna hate how much it hurts to not know you any longer. I wish I-“

“No,” He sighed, brow furrowing before he pinned you with a serious expression. “You do know me now and I wouldn’t turn my back on you, on this. I’m in it, pretty girl, no matter what you decide to do.”

When you whipped away from him, shuddering breaths wracking your sore body, the crack of your voice on a sob spurred him into motion. His arms came around you slowly, giving you the chance to retreat if it wasn’t something you wanted. But you let him, the feel of his chest warm and soothing on your aching back. The push of his soft stomach comforting. His chin hooked over a shoulder, and he spoke in such a somber tone.

“Darlin’, I always thought I was too old to do this again. But I haven’t crossed fifty quite yet and the thought of you carrying my child, of loving me and my child. God, I would give anything for it to be our future. To see you blossom into yourself more, to show our baby the same devotion you give to everything in your life, you deserve somewhere to put all your love.”

One of his hands moved over the one you had on your middle. Holding you so secure, holding you both so secure.

“Joel…it’s a lot. It’s….we’re not even-“ You turned in his arms, facing him. His beautiful, open expression so full of love and adoration, all of it for you. Your heart melted in your chest, dripping low to flutter in your stomach. You weren’t even overtly religious, left over from the trauma of your childhood. Of being forced to attend mass and important holidays alongside your grandparents. The denial of your father never urging you to seek out a higher power in replacement. But the thought of technically being single and going through something like this. It made you afraid.

“There’s a ring in my sock drawer. Got it the day of our first do over date. ‘s why I was so close to the campus. It’s yours. I’m yours. This could be yours. But only if you want it.” Joel’s forehead lightly thumped against yours as he pressed in close. His breath a warm wash over your face, smelling faintly of cigarette smoke.

Looking between each of his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitancy from him it was quiet. When you didn’t find any, you felt a smile pull at your lips as you nodded your head in affirmation. Wet laughter bubbling up as his lips pressed to yours, a smile of his own for you to feel on them.

“But I still expect you to propose, can’t skip any steps with me. I know you think you’re hot shit with being crowned the city’s most prolific chef of the year but I swear to-“

He cut you off with another kiss, his moustache ticking your upper lip as he nipped at your bottom one.

“I don’t wanna miss any steps with ya, darlin’. I’m here for ‘em all.”

It was hard to ignore the stirring of other feelings in your body, drowning out the aches and pains. But when realization hit you, you pulled back with wide eyes.

“We’re gonna have to stop drinking and smoking!”

“We?”

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namazunomegami · 6 months

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emperor!sukuna x imperial concubine!reader

a/n: part 2 of my self-indulging mess. I had a lot of fun writing him and his drabble got finished way before I developed the whole plotline for Geto lol. I'll try to complete Gojo today or tomorrow and Toji is in the works yaaay!!

Also, I'm so surprised my Geto drabble got so many notes in such a short time!! I wouldn't expected people to be remotely interested in my writing but now I'm getting confident.

And finally, I can guarantee that this reader is gender neutral.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated <33

wc: 674, I know, I know, Geto got the princess treatment from me but sometimes less is more <333

cw: historical AU, scheming, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sudden infant death syndrome, betrayal, accusations of abortion, execution, nudity, mentions of poisoning, suggestive

credits: i used a colored manga panel instead of a fanart but I have no idea who did the coloring so feel free to help me credit their work. And again, my precious @notveryrussian did the proofread, luv ya mwah <33

MDNI PLEASE! I'm gonna find you and kick you in the butt if you do. If you’re not comfortable with dark content or anything mentioned in the warnings just scroll, there's nothing wrong with that.

His mandate of heaven is very different from Gojo and Geto. Sukuna is a ruthless tyrant, he enjoys crushing any nation he deems either threatening or undeserving to even exist next to his borders. His palace is a snake pit, full of betrayal and backstabbing. Executions are frequent and he needs no valid reason to sentence someone to death, he enjoys the bloodshed and the sight of lifeless bodies. You can’t survive that place acting kind and humble. Sukuna specifically torments his concubines physically and mentally for the sheer enjoyment of it.

His court is probably the most competitive. You need to be as ruthless as he is, you need to become a schemer. One of his high-ranking consorts takes you under her wing. She lets you spend leisure time with her, and somehow, she ends up telling you way more sensitive information than she should. She once managed to give him a child, but the infant sadly died days after they were born. She complained about how hard that pregnancy was and that she’s afraid of going through it again, even though she’s attached to him. And not long after this conversation, she fell ill. Retching out everything she ate, her stomach burned and ached. She was so weak her cycle was two weeks late. She trusted you enough to have you fetch her a specific herbal tea to ease her pain and grant her some dreamless sleep.

And that’s the moment you decide you’ll use everything you know about her to cast her down and take her place.

You accuse her that she’s pregnant but wants to abort her baby. Your story is so intricately constructed from all the details you knew that his officials are on your side without hesitation. She watches you horrified, desperately telling him that nothing could be so far from the truth. Sukuna decides to believe in your words and orders for the consort to be executed. Finding pure joy in how she wails and begs for forgiveness. At the execution, he studies your face, every little detail and reaction and you were aware of that. It’s time to impress him. Your face is still, you don’t even flinch when her head is severed by the neck. The eunuchs come for you at night.

He loves and loathes this tradition at the same time. The servants want to protect him, so they deliver you stark naked to ensure you won’t carry any weapons. Fools, as if a weak and trembling creature like you could ever hurt him with a mere dagger or a sharpened hairpin. Yet it makes you look like an offering. A sacrificial lamb. Maybe because you are.

Some primal instinct tells you to balance your inner strength and innate fear of him. Pull back your shoulders, straighten your back, don’t even think to conceal your private parts. Let your fingers quiver and the sheer dread in your eyes seep through. He mocks you. Almost laughs at you while sitting comfortably on the intricately carved shelf bed, wearing a loose bright yellow robe, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. There’s no reason for him to not do this though, he’s a god, the son of heaven, therefore, everything about him is perfect.

The first thing he asks you is if you’re satisfied with your pathetic attempt to improve your position. You don’t dare to tell him that you feel the guilt rotting your insides. He confesses that he was poisoning her meals, he wanted to watch her wither away slowly and enjoy her suffering, but you ruined his plans. He might spare you, you’re a stupid little thing, you couldn’t have known. He warns you that you need to do so much more if you want to be on his good side. You need to be absolutely despicable to earn his praise. Though you feel content having reached your goal and getting to spend a night with him, somewhere deep down you hope you can leave his chamber in one piece or, at least, alive.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #meesa writes

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yoonrimin · 8 months

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yoon recommends

STRAY KIDS

@feelbokkie >>>> don't let me love you

pairing: felix x fem!reader / chan x reader

summary: with the upcoming wedding of her cousin and her ex, y/n is in desperate need of a date for the wedding that will show the happy couple that she moved on

genre: smau, fake dating, crack, angst, fluff

status: completed

feelbokkie also has a lot of other content for stray kids that i really enjoy, i think that i read all her materialist so go and check her blog out!

@milkandhyunnie >>>> this boy is bad news

pairing: hyunjin x reader

genre: angst, smut, smau, college au, enemies to lovers

status: ongoing

summary: as an aspiring journalist, you are the news editor for the uni chronicles; the campus newspaper, popular for delivering breaking news at the drop of a hat and providing detailed articles about the various happenings around your university. you think you’ve covered every story there was to cover before you’re tasked with producing an in-depth editorial on a student whose name is on everyone’s lips—hwang hyunjin.

we love a good enemies to lovers in this blog! and the character development????? off the charts

@sluttywonwoo >>>> instead of you

pairing: best friend’s brother!lee minho x f!reader ft. han jisung

status: ongoing

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

series warnings: swearing, drug + alcohol use/mentions, menstruation mentions, angst, eventual smut

one of the best minho fanfics fr

btw you're going to see a lot of Kaili in my recs ;)

@skzonthebrain >>>> GO LIVE bangchan

pairing: chan x fem!reader

genre: smau, university au, established friendships, strangers to friends to lovers

status: ongoing

summary: you're crushing on the local JYP Campus Radio Host, Chan, but then again who isn't? You've always admired him from a far, thinking just like any other popular guy, he wouldn't give you the time of day. After a sudden encounter with Chan one day in the campus coffee shop 'Lifeline', everything changes."

>>>> If only you new

pairing: Chan x reader (gender not mentioned)

genre: one shot, established best friends with chan, angst, pining, fluff

summary: your ex cheated on you. you are heartbroken, have been crying for days and the worst of it all, you're now sick with the flu. thankfully Chan will always be there to look after you. is there a reason he cares so much?"

content warning: mentions of cheating, reader is cheated on, mentions of betrayal, character gets sick and pretty depressed.

>>>> what the heart wants

pairing: chan x reader

genre: one shot, nonidol!au, fluff, emotional, first confessions, best friends to lovers, established friendship with Minho and his fiance, established friendship with chan

summary: you have healed from the pain your ex caused and your close friend helps you realise you're ready to love again. will Chan still feel the same way after all this time?"

content warnings: mentions of being cheated on, emotional but happy emotional, mentions of pregnancy (not y/n), opening your heart to love after betrayal, nothing but fluff really.

i find all of the works of Ven pretty well written, is one of those writers that leaves you feeling the passion that she puts on her writing. i love them.

@kkami-writes >>>> waiting for us

pairing. ot8 x fem!reader

genre: soulmate!au, college!au, social media!au + written parts, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut(?)

status: ongoing

summary: at age 16 you either get your soul mark (in the form of your soulmates name somewhere on your body) or you become a blank, someone who doesn't have a soulmate. you've long lost any semblance of hope or comfort in the magic of soulmates, despite the fact that you have 8 of them.

content warning: swearing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendos, skz should be in horny jail, potential smut (MDNI), domestic abuse, sexual assault, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal tendencies/thoughts, male x male relationships (skz are soulmates), polyamory, kms/kys jokes, mentions of homophobia + transphobia, lots of written parts, more to be added.

one of my recent lectures that i've been enjoying a looot. i truly recommend it.

@mazeinthemiroh >>>> all her materialist

i love their work, her reactions are really really good and well written. one of my comfort blogs tbh

that's why all her stray kids materialist is here, just so you can see and read it with your own eyes

@straylightdream >>>> 8.13

pairing: lee know × fem!reader

genre: one shot

summary: after a nightmare wakes you up your husband comforts you.

this made me cry its so good and fluffy omg

p.d: in the future new blogs are going to be added, these are my more recent and current obsessions of the month if am being honest. but they're here because of the history and the writers are doing a really really good job with their works which is highly appreciated.

♡♡ if you're one of the creators tagged here i wanna say thank you for your hard work and that i truly admire your talent and skills that give us those beautiful stories ♡♡

p.d. 2: i apologize if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language, if you find any please let me know so i can get better!

xoxo, yoon's out!

#stray kids #stray kids reactions #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #lee felix #seungmin #i.n #stray kids recs #han jisung #kpop smau #skzonthebrain 💜#kkami

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blue-slxt · 10 months

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Tame Me - Chapter 4 (Bonus Chapter)

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: A bunch of you guys wanted to see Neteyam's rut and so did I. And I wanted to do something nice for you guys as a thank you for all the love and all the follows. I'm so happy that you all enjoy the series since it's my first one ever. So I hope you guys enjoy this bonus content too! All characters are aged up.

Previous Part

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Explicit Smut with little plot, P in V, Oral (M receiving) Creampie, Knotting, Rut, Dom!Neteyam, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Bruises, Marking, Hair Pulling, mentions of pregnancy, I think that's all

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: It's your first time seeing Neteyam's rut and you were excited, but you quickly find out you're in over your head.

“It’s time for your rut, isn’t it?”

Neteyam swallows hard fighting back the animalistic urges taking over his mind. He nods his head solemnly.

You hold a warm expression on your face so that you don’t show how excited you actually are. You place your hands on either side of his face and make him look you in the eye while he still has some power over himself. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll be here to help you.”

“But tíyawn, I do not want to hurt you. I will be too rough.” His hands are trembling resting on top of yours. Your poor boy, suffering cycle after cycle just like you used to.

“Ma’Teyam, I can take it. Please…use me.”

‘Use me’. Those two little words echoed throughout his mind triggering his most primal instincts. He’s visibly wincing from how hard he is.

Your hands trail down his neck to his throbbing hard erection. Your face follows right behind, and the smell of his pheromones are so much stronger here. You’ve always craved him on any normal day, but the way he smells right now makes you feel physically hungry. He’s watching you hesitantly, fighting desperately to hold on to whatever semblance of sanity he still has. He watches while you untie his loincloth and let a long string of spit fall from your full lips onto his tip. You stroke him up and down and you’re amazed at just how hard he is right now. You’ve never felt it like this. It even looks bigger somehow if that were even possible.

Nevertheless, you maintain burning eye contact with him while you hold out your tongue and drag it up his full length and close your lips around the tip. The feeling fully knocks the air from Neteyam’s lungs. You never take your eyes off his while you slide your mouth up and down on his dick. Your hand strokes the remaining length that you can’t quite fit in yet. His eyes are flickering showing his internal struggle. You pop off him for a second, “Let go, Ma’teyam. Let me take care of it for you” and you go right back to sucking and stroking.

His eyes go completely dark and totally focused. His stare is almost menacing. It makes your chest tingle with excitement and nerves. He shuffles around to fully stand and looks down at you with a face you’ve never seen him wear before.

“Alright, you want to help me so bad, open.” His voice even sounds different. It comes from deep in his chest. He slaps the tip of his dick on your lips waiting for you to open them, so you do. He takes a second to just relish in the feeling of your mouth enveloping him before he slams his full length into your throat. The lack of warning makes you jump. You would’ve yelped, but his tip in your throat keeps any sound from coming up. Catching your breath between strokes is almost impossible and your face is full on covered in tears and drool running down your chin.

Neteyam looks at you and fuck if you weren’t just the most alluring thing he’s ever seen. With the way you look right now, he felt like he could fuck your face all day. Every thrust into your mouth elicited a new sound from you and it was like music to his ears.

The force of his thrusts stings the back of your throat, but you do your best to power through. His hands hold the sides of your head, pulling your nose to be flush with his pelvis. “Fuck I love making you choke on my dick.” More tears run from the corners of your eyes, and you just try to concentrate on taking care of him.

He pulls out of your mouth, and you gulp down as much air as you can, but the feeling stings your bruised throat. Before you can even steady your breathing, there’s a strong grip on the base of your queue yanking your head up. “Tongue out. I wanna watch you swallow it.”

You comply and hold your tongue out as far as you can while Neteyam rests his tip in your mouth and strokes himself until he cums. Fuck, he even tastes sweeter when he’s in rut. It’s thick and hot on your mouth, and there’s so much of it, but you still close your lips and swallow it down. Opening your mouth again to show him it’s all gone; he smiles deviously at you. “Such a pretty little slut.”

His tone strikes a new chord in your body. Your throat stings with every gasp for air, but you’re also so fucking wet.

You’re given little to no time to process, though, because immediately Neteyam is flipping you on to your stomach and hiking your hips up into the air. He rips your loincloth from your body sending your beads scattering about the room.

“W-wait Neteyam!”

“Shut up” his voice is a deep snarl next to your ear, “You said you can take it, so fucking take it.”

He lines his length up with your pulsing hole, “You’re this wet already? So fucking needy for my dick.”

You can’t help the burn in your cheeks. In an instant, Neteyam completely bottoms out inside of you making you scream. He gives you no chance to adjust to his new size before he’s pounding into your hips.

“Ah!...Ma’Teyam haah…F-fuck! So big!” a string of curses and whimpers fall from your mouth. His thrusts are relentless. “Shit…I love this fucking pussy” his grip on your hips is bruising. You try to push your body forward to relieve some of the pressure, but he jerks you back, “Don’t fucking run from me.” His hand lands on your ass in a sharp sting. And another and another.

“I’m sorry! Shit! I’m sorry Ma’Teyam!” you cry out. He’s transfixed watching your ass bounce against him. His grunts are heavy with desire.

You can already feel the pressure building in your core.

“Shit! S-shit ‘Teyam! G-gonna cum!” your words come out broken in between moans. He wraps the length of your queue around his forearm and pulls it so that your head is held back, mouth stuck open in a silent scream. He leans over with his lips right next to your ear, “Say my fucking name”.

The pleasure is overwhelming, “Neteyam! Ah, Neteyam!” his name falls from your lips like a prayer until the pressure bursts inside your body and your legs shake under you.

You’re not given a chance to come down from your high as Neteyam continues to drill into your pussy at an unforgiving pace.

“Neteyam! I-I can’t..!” you whimper, but he still doesn’t let up.

“Yes, you can. This is my pussy, right?”

You nod your head trying to ride out the pleasure. Another yank on your queue, “Say it.”

“Fuck! Yes, Neteyam! I-it’s yours…haah…it’s your pussy!” you submit your body completely to him and you can feel his knot growing.

He drops his grip on your queue and grabs both of your arms pulling them behind you and using them as leverage to rut into you harder. With every thrust, he’s pulling you back onto him even harder and his tip is pushing in further.

“Louder tíyawn, let the whole clan hear who you belong to.”

Your vision is going blurry, no doubt from your eyes crossing and losing their focus. Heavy pants break your sentences. “I’m yours Neteyam! *thrust*….I belong *thrust* to you! *thrust*...Ah! F-fuck! *thrust* Only you Neteyam!”

Finally, he fits his knot inside and you’re almost positive his tip has penetrated the opening of your cervix. Your whole body quakes under the power of your second orgasm. Right at the same time, Neteyam spills his seed directly into your womb, filling it with white.

He releases your arms, and you completely fall to the floor. You’re finally given a minute to catch your breath.

You weakly turn your head to look back at him and, to your horror, his eyes are still dark. He’s still in the thick of it. “We’re not done yet”, he pulls his hips back. “W-wait Neteyam! You shouldn’t pull it out yet!” he doesn’t listen to you and continues to pull his knot out of you. It’s painful, but the relief you feel once it’s out, is unmatched. Your legs give out under your weight and Neteyam uses his own strength to flip you onto your back.

He hovers over your body and starts attacking your neck with kisses and bites.

“Ma’Teyam, we should take a minute to get something to drink” you try to reason with him.

“Just one more. Need…need you. I need you so bad, yawne.” His hips are griding against you longing for more friction. His voice is low, but there’s a sense of desperation in it. You know you could never deny him, so you relent. You throw your arms around his neck and hold him close to you.

This was going to be a long night.

…

It’s the middle of the night by the time Neteyam finally comes back to his senses. His eyes were wide with horror taking in the state of your body. Deep purple bruises along your hips, thighs, and neck. Your throat and shoulders were littered with puncture wounds from where he had sunk his teeth into you repeatedly. Your hair was a tattered mess on your head and your pussy was overflowing with his seed. You were totally exhausted and barely hanging on to consciousness.

“Ma’tíyawn, are you alright? I am so sorry. Look at what I’ve done to you.” He hung his head in shame. Your hand rested on his cheek and rubbed small comforting circles on to his skin.

“I am fine, Ma’Teyam. I am just glad that you are feeling better now.” You offer him your best smile, but even the muscles in your face feel week.

He tenderly scoops you up into his arms and carries you to the lake near your shared tent. He holds your body in the water so he can help clean you up. Its warmth helps to soothe your aching body. You rest your head against his chest and let sleep take over you knowing you finally had your Neteyam back.

Neteyam notices the way your breathing steadies in his arms and realizes you fell asleep. He smiles warmly down at you and brings you back to your home just before the sun rays can start to shine in the sky. He lays you down in the hammock so that he can clean up the mess that was made around your home. When he’s done, he moves to lay with you and holds you tightly against his body. It’s only now that he realizes how worn out his own body was. He places a small kiss on your shoulder before he lets himself drift off too.

It’s practically the middle of the day by the time you both wake up. Your body feels like you’ve done battle with a horde of angry palulukans and they won. It hurts to move everything, but that doesn’t stop you from reflexively throwing your body from your hammock and running over to your basket when you feel your stomach do a somersault. In half a second, everything in your stomach comes up and out of you. Neteyam is fully thrown awake at the sound of your retching, and he rushes to your side.

“Yawne, what is wrong?” his eyes are full of concern and his hand is holding your hair back out of your face.

“I don’t know. I’m just so tired and everything is sore, even my chest for some reason.” That was weird. Your nipples were raw from being sucked and pinched half the night, but your breasts themselves were fine when you fell asleep.

“We should take you to see my grandmother.”

You want to protest since your body is in such a battered state and you didn’t want people to see, but you feel so miserable, there’s no more energy to worry about how you look right now. You nod your head and let Neteyam help you get dressed and lead you to the healing tent.

People stare and whisper as you walk by them, and your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Thankfully, you make it into the privacy of the healing tent and there’s no one else in here.

“Grandmother, we need your help. Something is wrong.” He helps guide you down into a sitting position in the tent.

Mo’at’s eyes go wide at the sight of you, “what happened to you child?”

You and Neteyam say nothing as you both look struggle to look her in the face and trip over your words. Her eyes flash with realization and she nods her head understanding the situation. She pulls her small sharp bone and pricks your skin with it before raising it to her lips. She closes her eyes listening to Eywa for the answer. She gasps and her eyes shoot open. A gentle smile pulls at her lips, and she turns to you both, “you are with child”.

What? Child? As in, you were pregnant?

Your face is one of utter shock. It’s not like you didn’t think this could be a possibility and it’s not as if you and Neteyam were taking any precautions to not let this happen. Truthfully, when you think about it, it would have been more shocking if you hadn’t ended up pregnant. Speaking of Neteyam, what does he think about all of this? You turn to look at his face and it is full of joy. He’s clearly delighted at the news which gives you comfort. You don’t even realize the smile on your own face. A baby. You and your love had made a little life inside of you together. You could already feel your love for your baby growing.

“You must be sure to rest and take it easy.” She says the last part pointedly towards Neteyam clearly referencing your current state.

He chuckles lightly to himself heeding his grandmother’s words. He holds your face in his hands and his gaze is full of all his love for you and your unborn baby. You smile back at him and now, you can’t wait for your family to grow.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #avatar fic #awow #neteyam x na'vi!reader #atwow #atwow neteyam #avatar twow #avatar neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #avatar smut #awow smut

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echoalyssa · 1 year

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False - Pietro Maximoff

Possible trigger warning? False pregnancy test. Mentions of an ectopic pregnancy.

Pietro stands next to you, staring over your shoulder at the little white stick that would dictate the next eighteen or more years of your lives. All the signs were there, but it also just wasn't possible.

You're practically chewing a hole into you lip when Pietro pries it out of your hands.

He flips the toilet seat down and sits, pulling you onto his knee. His fingers rub the back of your neck causing you to sigh and lean further into him.

"You're stressing yourself out too much printessa."

You sigh, knowing that it's true. You'd been bouncing off the walls for the past hour, debating both results and knowing that you would be utterly disappointed either way it went. Once the idea of something was in your head, it wouldn't leave until you acted on that thought.

Pietro had finally gotten tired of your stressing and had zoomed to the nearest gas station. You have an IUD, it's been in for years... the chance of being pregnant should be virtually nonexistent.

Even knowing that though you just couldn't seem to convince yourself that you weren't pregnant. You'd put on a bra that you had owned for forever yesterday and your boobs had spilled out everywhere. Not to mention your boobs were sore, period nonexistent. The signature pregnancy discharge.

You had been dreaming about being pregnant for weeks now.

The problem with periods was that they gave you the same signs as pregnancy.

"Has it been three minutes yet?" You ask your boyfriend, scared to look but desperate to know at the same time.

"One minute left." He murmurs into your temple, completely relaxed because he's convinced it isn't possible.

You wouldn't be upset if you were pregnant. You wanted a family with Piet badly but at the same time the financial aspect of raising a child wasn't where you wanted it to be. Even if you were pregnant with the IUD you knew that the chance of it being ectopic was high and that would break your heart.

Piet would support you either way, you knew that. You also knew that he would prefer to be married to you first but he considered children a blessing and the two of you had been together long enough.

You're so anxious that you're starting to cry when the timer on his phone goes off. Pietro hands the test to you face down and you take a settling breath.

"There's nothing to worry about. You know we always figure things out."

His words give you the strength you need to flip it over.

Negative.

Your heart sinks and feel the tears coming hot and fast. They aren't tears of relief, but tears of disappointment for what could have been.

"One day, just not today." He tells you.

You look up into his beautiful eyes and lose it.

"Oh printessa... it's okay. I know, I'm sorry."

You'd been so sure, felt it in your bones. The truth feels like it crushes you even though in reality you could remove the IUD and start trying for a baby whenever the two of you wanted.

Pietro carries you to the couch, letting you sprawl out on top of him. His fingers comb through your hair gently and he's content to just hold you while you cry about a baby that never existed.

Sleep comes to drag you away eventually. It's a relief to escape the emotions even if it's just momentarily.

#pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff imagine #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #aaron taylor johnson #quicksilver

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necros-writing-stuff · 1 year

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Eden wanting babies is kinda…sad. But also, now I can only imagine them baby trapping PC (they obviously have abandonment issues)

Eden rolling their eyes when they hear PC beg for them to get a condom.

Male Eden/afab PC:

Eden trapping PC beneath him, legs pressed against their chest by the weight of his body, one of his hands roughly gripping their thigh to keep them close but the other covering their mouth. He just got so sick and tired of the nagging.

"I'm not ready," they'd whine. "Pregnancy is a lot on the body, Eden," or "Lactation would make my breasts bigger and I can't afford new underwear to support them." Stupid excuses, if you were to ask Eden. No ones ever ready for kids. Of course it's a lot on the body, but he'd take care of his spouse. He'll happily help with any breast soreness.

And that's what leads to now. Ramming himself inside, over and over, chasing that high so he can fill them up and become a dad like he always wanted to.

His head swims with images of his precious spouse walking barefoot around the cabin, a little one growing in their swollen belly. A content look in their eyes, a loving smile spreading across their face when they see him cutting up some meat for them to share later.

Images of a baby that shares features they both have, laughing and reaching out to him as his spouse lifts them from their lap, handing the child over to their loving father.

Images of life where no one leaves, and Eden can love without fear.

Fem Eden/amab reader:

She's desperate to know what it's like. To feel a little one grow inside of her, someone unlike you two who would be able to be kept safe and innocent for as long as she would live to protect them. Risks be damned.

But her poor spouse seems to think its a bad idea. That they wouldn't be able to handle a baby. She's determined to prove them wrong. She isn't weak, and won't be even when she's pregnant.

Not that they can't push her away when she rides them hard and fast like she does. They blink their eyes, trying to stop them rolling into the back of their head and focusing on her tits bouncing instead.

"Pull me out-" they'd beg, words becoming slurred the closer they got to finishing, going completely silent when Eden pulled their head to her breast, a shudder running down her spine when they latch onto a nipple.

And just like that, they're finishing hard. Eden didn't pull them out.

She'll keep trying. Every day, every chance she gets. She'll have her spouse beneath her, milking them dry as she hopes to please, please, please just give her a baby. Give her something that will make them stay. Something to tie them together and makes up for how stunted she can be with her emotions.

"I love you," is one of the hardest things for her to say. But she won't ever have to if she just keeps showing it like this. By never letting them leave, as others left her.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #afab reader #amab reader #'nw preggo'#'nw grapefruit'

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Anonymous Asks: "So glad someone is taking Dachabo requests! Could I request a short of our yandere puppy trying to find MC who ran away and is trying to hide from him?

Take as many creative (and smutty if you want) liberties as you please!"

I’m so puppyboy4puppyboy for him 😭

Content: noncon to dubcon/hesitant consent, praise, oral sex, breeding kink, attempted babytrapping, gn!reader with ambiguous genitalia (Bo doesn’t know how human pregnancy works), knotting, creampie, fucked up gentle sex, use of words like pup/litter/mate

“Come on, Pup~” Bo’s voice is a sweet coo, stalking through the house. “I know you like to play, but this is a bit much, isn’t it? You’re the one who freed me, why are you hiding from me now?”

You curl up tighter in the closet, hand over your mouth as you try to keep your breath quiet. You only hope that the smell of you all over the house will be enough to confuse his senses. If you’d gone anywhere else, he’d be able to follow your scent, but here…

“No fair, you have the advantage here!” You can almost hear the pout in his voice, echoing slightly as he peeks into the bathroom.

If only you’d known what would happen when you plugged your toy into your laptop. If only you’d heeded all the warnings online or shut down his sexual advances. If only…

“You promised you’d be mine forever, you didn’t lie to me, did you?” He’s getting more frustrated, the longer it takes to find you.

His footsteps enter your bedroom and he stops in front of the closet. Your heart is pounding, peeking through the crack between the doors. He’s bending over to look under the bed.

“You know, the longer you hide, the more worked up I get. And I’ll be taking it all out on your lovely body~”

Why did you ever give in to him while he was in the game? Why had you shown yourself to him? Listened to him talk dirty and reacted? Why had you given him so much encouragement?

But you’d never known it would end like this. Never known he had his own consciousness. Never known he would escape the game and come to claim you in real life.

“Oh.” It’s an amused little sound.

You can see him grinning at you from the crack, taking his time to open the closet doors. You tremble, pressing yourself back into the corner as if he might somehow not notice you.

“Are you done being silly? Because I’ve been waiting for so long to touch you.”

He doesn’t make a single move to touch you, merely smiling down at you. His tail is wagging behind him. He’s excited. The thought sends a slimy wave of disgust through you.

“Bo, please… don’t do this.” Your voice is broken. You already know you can’t reason with him.

The way he cocks his head is almost cute, ears flopping slightly. “Don’t do what? You said you wanted this. How many nights did we spend talking about how I would come for you, claim you, keep you safe forever?”

It’s all true. You were lonely, desperate. You’d spent more than one long night with your head on your pillow and his game in front of you. He talked so sweet. He was so genuine. He’d promised you the world and more. And here he is to fulfil those promises.

“It’s okay, I know commitment makes you nervous. You said so! But I’ll help you relax. I’ll show you that this is all for real, that I’ll be with you forever!”

He’s finally leaning down, taking your hand in his so softly. It’s gentle, yet forceful. The way he pulls you up from the floor of the closet. The way he guides your fear-frozen body to sit on the edge of the bed.

He begins to strip you gently, ignoring each little whimper of fear as you try to will your body to move. But you’re frozen, completely at his mercy. Even if you could run, you wouldn’t get very far.

And this is only his normal form— the realisation sends another shudder of fear through you. He had his… feeding form. Twice as large, twice as strong, and way more than twice as horny.

For now he’s not imposing. He’s gentle and chaste in his actions. Even as he strips you bare, he’s polite and gentlemanly about it. It’s… unnerving.

“There you go,” his voice is a gentle murmur. “All ready for me.”

“Now, let me get ready for you…”

You can’t bring yourself to look at him. Your eyes are vacant, staring blankly at the wall. You don’t want to watch him as he strips for you, lets his body get bigger and stronger, ready to take you by force.

“Look at me, Pup.” It’s a command, but it’s a gentle one. His hand comes up to tip your face towards him.

He’s completely bare. More than you’ve seen before. You’re used to his chest, his arms, his waist… but his thighs are bigger than you could’ve imagined. And his cock… your stomach flips. It’s way too big for you to take.

“It’s okay, we’ll take it slowly. I promised I’ll always take care of you, didn’t I?”

His hands are on you again, gently manipulating your body to lay back on the bed. He cups your cheeks and kisses you. It’s so… sweet. So loving.

It’s everything you had wanted, back when he was in the game. When it wasn’t a real option. But now… now you want nothing more than to push him off you. Only you can’t seem to move.

He pulls away with a loving smile, tail wagging behind him. “See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it? Just let me make you feel good.”

He pulls your knees up, settling between your thighs. His nose nudges at your hip. He’s so infuriatingly gentle about it all, leaving soft kisses across your skin.

He traces his lips across your hips and down your thighs before focusing his attention between your legs.

His mouth is… attentive. You want to hate it, to find something to criticise, but there’s nothing. He’s perfect. You can’t hold back your sounds, thighs closing around his head and hand coming up to muffle your moans.

He watches you with rapt attention. His puppy eyes peeking up at you from between your thighs as he goes down on you with a talented tongue.

He looks like he’s in heaven, lapping at you, teasing your hole, fucking you open for him with his tongue. And each sound you let slip only encourages him.

“Good. See? I can make you feel good. I’ll be such a good mate. Just give me a chance.”

His lips return to yours, hand reaching between you to make sure you’re nice and ready for him. It’s… oddly pleasant. Tasting yourself on his lips.

You want to hate this more than you do. You want to push him away, demand that he stop, make him stop. But… his hands feel almost as good as his mouth did. And this was everything you’d fantasised about for so long…

His cock brushes against your thigh as he rolls his hips against you, trying to get a little friction. He’s waiting until he’s sure you can take him.

“Please—” It slips out before you can stop it, covering your mouth again and biting down on your fingers to keep from saying anything more.

“Oh~” It’s a breathy moan as he rolls his hips against you again. “You want this too? You want me? Anything for you, Pup, anything. I’m all yours, and I’ll make you mine too, I promise!”

He’s so eager, so desperate, so… fuck. You hate the parts of yourself that want him. Those parts aren’t in the minority either, it’s only a small voice in your head holding you back.

He eases his cockhead against your hole, pressing the tip in and out lightly to help you adjust. He’s going to be so frustratingly gentle about this. So sweet that you can’t help but melt.

His cock sinks into you slowly, inch by inch. His hands rub at your hips, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers the sweetest reassurances.

“You’re doing so good for me, Pup. You’re taking me so well. Halfway there, you’ve got this. You can take it. I won’t hurt you. You feel so good.”

His hips move in little undulations, working you open on his cock. At least, until you’re ready to take him all.

“Bo~” The name slips from your lips in a needy keen as his cock sheaths itself fully inside of you.

He was planning to take a moment to let you adjust, but the sound of his name being moaned in your sweet voice… He lifts your hips, wrapping your legs around his waist as he begins to make love to you.

“So good… so good for me, Pup.” He praises you between kisses, keeping a slow and steady pace. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you mine soon. You’ll be all mine, I promise.”

Your hands move from your mouth to hold onto his shoulders, clinging to him as he fucks you slow and deep. You’ve given up on hiding your moans. He’s making you feel amazing and you don’t have it in you to hide that any more.

“I’ve wanted you for so long. Needed you for so long. But I’m here now. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to put a litter in you, okay? Then we’ll be together forever. You’ll be mine forever. I’ll just breed you, and then you’ll be all mine.”

His voice is losing its composure. It’s still light and airy, but there’s a desperation he can’t hide. He needs to fill you.

“Oh Pup,” he groans, nuzzling into your neck to leave kisses there. “You take me so well. Like you were made for me~”

You can feel his knot swelling against your hole. He’s gentle about this too, easing it into you slowly. He makes sure his knot is firmly inside you before it’s swelled to full size. He doesn’t want to hurt you by forcing it into you when it’s so big.

No, instead he rolls his hips, slowly grinding into you as he lets his knot swell to lock him inside of you. His hand comes between you, working eagerly to make you cum.

The next few minutes are a blinding blur. The pleasure that he’s been building deep inside of you finally releases. Wave after wave of pleasure roll through your body as he works you through it.

“That’s it, just like that. Just like that, Pup. I’m gonna fill you. I’m gonna put a litter in you. You’ll be mine~”

It’s hot and heavy, his cum pumping deep inside of you. Your whole abdomen feels warm, full. He nips lightly at your neck, whimpering your name as he fills you.

“There you go,” he’s panting, knot keeping him firmly inside of you. “There you go, now we can have a litter of our very own. Now we’ll be together forever.”

In your post-orgasmic bliss, that sounds pretty good to you.

#dachabo #bo x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine #dark side of the sun #crosspost

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Professor Gale Breeds His Wife

I don’t know why I, a child-free, uterus-free gal am on a breeding kick, but I guess my one ovary is doing something to me. 👀

Content and Warnings: female tiefling x male human. Breeding kink, pregnancy kink, oral and PIV sex, Mage Hand to assist impregnation.

No edits so excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes

Syma knocked politely on the door, curious as to why it was shut. Professor Dekarios was known as an ‘open-door’ instructor, always available for questions or just a chat about magic. “Come in,” she heard an exasperated sigh from the other side of the door. Her tail swished excitedly as she turned the handle. His furrowed brow softened a little at the sight of his wife. His desk was covered in a slew of papers that needed to be graded, as well as quarterly reviews of all the students’ progress. His sleeves were rolled up and there was a half-eaten sandwich shoved to the side.

“Syma, my dear, this is an unexpected surprise,” he walked around his desk to greet her with a kiss.

“You look busy…” she ran her finger across his brow. “And stressed.”

“Oh you know this time of year,” he sighed. “Student reviews, along with the papers from my Evocation course, budget sheets for the month…not to mention everything at home.”

“It will happen in time, my love, I promise,” she ran her hand across her belly, her skin completely naked underneath the wrap dress she wore. “In fact,” she untied the side and pulled the dress open. “That’s why I’m here.”

Gale let out a loud gulp, looking her over. She was completely nude aside from some thigh-high stockings. She’d been wearing them more often to keep her blood circulating better and increase their chances of pregnancy. “My basal temperature is ideal right now,” she purred, letting her hand cup his balls. She kissed him again, his fingers gently sliding between her lips to test himself.

“You are indeed,” he moaned, his lips still pressed close to hers.

She shut the door with her tail and locked it before slipping her dress off completely. Gale slid all the papers to one side, clearing a space on the desk of them. Syma fell to her knees, reaching up to undo his pants and put her mouth around his cock straight away. She pulled them completely off after removing his shoes, but didn’t bother to remove to remove his socks or garters. She gave one of them a playful snap before setting her tongue to getting him hard as soon as possible. It didn’t taste long for her to taste his pre-cum. She seemed content to suck him for a bit, but he gently pulled her face away with her horns, looking desperately at her. “There’s sperm even it that,” he groaned, picking up her hips. “Let’s not waste a drop.”

It took only moments for him to slip inside her, his glasses slipping down a bit as he eagerly thrust into her. He hugged her close, wanting this to feel as intimate as possible despite their analytical nitpicking trying to conceive. “Mmmm yeah, Gale, just like that,” she moaned into his shoulder. “Get that cock deep inside.”

He shifted a little, hooking the back of her knee with the top of his thigh and firmly planting his foot on the desk so he could penetrate her deeper. She moaned even louder, his hard thrusts vibrating against her clit and driving her closer to climax. “Oh…hhhhnnn…Gale,” she cried into his neck, her legs kicking wildly as she came.

“Mmmmmphhh, my love, I’m so close,” he groaned.

He shifted again, climbing completely onto the desk so he could lay her down and tilt her hips up at the ideal angle to hold his seed. He pounded her for a few more thrusts before spilling inside her, moaning loudly. They slowed their breaths together, smiling warmly at each other. She held her knees up, supine, in the ideal position for impregnation. “Now don’t move a muscle,” he whispered softly, conjuring a Mage Hand. He slipped his cock carefully out of her, using the Mage Hand to plug her back up and keep his cum inside her.

“How long do you want to stay…uhhhh, stay like this?” She gasped as the Mage Hand began to stimulate her clit.

“Each contraction of your climaxes will help…so until I’m finished with these papers,” he grinned widely.

#gale dekarios #gale x oc #gale of waterdeep #gale of ballsdeep

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Interview With a Writer

Thank you so much @inthedayswhenlandswerefew for allowing me to pick your brain again, and giving us a glimpse into your process for your amazing stories. 💜

This series is near and dear to my heart, completely self-indulgent, but I am glad others are enjoying it too. You can look over the masterlist to see the other amazing authors I have spoken with; this series is just a BTS of some of the talented minds on Tumblr and ao3.

Name: inthedayswhenlandswerefew

Story: Now I’m Covered in You

Paring: HotD/War of the Roses AU Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Rating/Warning: Language, sexual content (18+), dubious consent, miscarriage, pregnancy, childbirth, violence, warfare, murder, alcoholism, sexism, infidelity, illness, death, only vaguely historically accurate, lots of horses!

Where did the plot for Now I’m Covered in You come from? I’ve always, always, always loved British history. I’ve read countless books (mostly nonfiction, some fiction) about it and when I studied abroad in college, out of a hundred possible locations I chose to go to the United Kingdom. London is still my favorite place on Earth and I would love to live there someday. It’s truly where I feel like I belong. NICIY is definitely inspired by my love of British history (especially Renaissance-era) as well as two phenomenal television series: The Tudors and The White Queen.

I had the idea for NICIY but was still warring with it—I desperately wanted it to just go away so my life could be nice and simple, haha!—when I was driving to work listening to my Spotify playlist. I have a long commute, about 40 minutes, so I listen to a LOT of Spotify. And Taylor Swift’s song Ivy came on and I was like…about to drive off the road it hit me so hard. It struck every chord of this story and made it louder, unignorable. The forbidden pining. The wintery, mournful, timeless quality. The idea of someone growing over you and through you, like ivy, and turning you into a whole new version of yourself. And ivy (the plant) is indomitable, it’s very difficult to get rid of and it ends up destroying a lot of other foliage. The love that Aemond and Ivy share is like that, but Ivy herself is too. She’s adaptive, resilient, and…under the right circumstances…a bit ruthless. She was always going to survive. What is your planning process? How do you know the steps that need to unfold? I really adore foreshadowing. But I have to be careful because there are a few people (like @aemcndtargaryen) who have this superpower where they seem to be able to latch onto EVERY little hint. So I'm always working on perfecting that balance between foreshadowing and being the right amount of mysterious!

My planning process always starts with a chapter list. For each chapter—starting with the last few and then looping back to the first one—I give it a name and a few key words to remind myself of which major events go where. Then as phrases, scenes, and conversations occur to me, I write them non-chronologically.

For example, one of the first parts of NICIY that I wrote was the miscarriage in Chapter 3 and the disjointed exchanges between Aemond and Ivy as she’s floating in and out of consciousness. I fill in the gaps when it’s time to publish each chapter. I think this helps me maintain a consistent thread of foreshadowing that runs throughout the story because when there’s a certain metaphor or phrase that I like, I’ll go ahead and drop it into every chapter where I think it’ll end up fitting, and then tweak it later if necessary.

But honestly, there are a lot of aspects of writing that I still can’t really explain. Sometimes a phrase will pop into my head and I’m thinking “what??” and then, weeks later, I finally see how it fits in the design. It’s all rather mystical in a neat sort of way. Explain your interpretation of Aemond. What drives him? Why is he the way he is in NICIY? NICIY Aemond is, to me, a mirror image of canon Aemond and also the version of Aemond that appeared in my first HOTD fic, Have You No Idea That You’re In Deep?

He’s a bit more sensitive, reserved, emotionally intelligent, merciful, and of course poetic. Sir Criston tells Ivy in Chapter 9 that Aemond had changed for the better since she arrived in England, and that is what allows him and Ivy to get their happy ending. NICIY Aemond is affected by his past, but he’s not ruled by it. He is ultimately motivated by the future—by the possibility of having a family with Ivy, and the need for England to be stable in order for that to happen—rather than retribution for past wrongs. So he tends to be less reckless and more forgiving. He does lose his temper at times, he’s still human (and watching your brother be married to the woman you love is stressful), but he tends to be able to move past that wrath quickly and shift to something more productive, for example strategizing or comforting.

However, it must be said: Aemond is rather unhinged when it comes to Ivy, like he behaves in a way that is borderline obsessive. I think that’s a natural consequence of someone who does not connect with 99% of humans finally feeling like he’s found a perfect match that he never believed would exist. But Aemond cares greatly for Ivy’s wellbeing and respects her autonomy/preferences, so it’s a partnership that works.

Was his poem to Ivy a Maggie original? So my main writing medium is fiction, but I do occasionally write poems. I don’t feel especially comfortable with poetry but every once in a while the inspiration strikes and I’ll write like five in a week, and then none for months at a time. They usually fit with one of my stories rather than as standalone pieces, for example the way that “Ivy” only occurred to me because it was an aspect of NICIY. It’s an unapologetically deranged poem, especially in the way that Aemond uses it—he confesses love that he can’t bear to express out loud and then runs away to hide in the chapel—but the sentiment is heartwarming, I think.

What was the inspiration for Ivy? I spent a lot of time thinking about the values that were instilled in royal women of this time period (1400s) and how different personalities would cope with those pressures. Ivy is (generally) a dutiful wife and does genuinely want to be the mother of a large family, but she’s also more scrappy than a typical princess. I think this has a lot to do with her upbringing.

Ivy is from Navarre, which was a relatively small and undistinguished kingdom, and we have hints that her family life was a lot less stifling and formal than Nico’s, Kunigunde’s, or Alicent’s. She did a lot of rough-and-tumble activities like sparring and horseback riding, and seems to have genuinely warm relationships with her parents and siblings (Alonzo!!! 😍). She has an innate willfulness and ferocity that Aemond is mesmerized by.

He was instantly attracted to her when she arrived in London—hence being too shy to interact with her—and then when he saw how bravely she handled challenges (Aegon, Daemon, the miscarriages, court gossip) he fell absolutely madly in love with her. Aemond values nothing more than strength in the face of adversity, and he desired AND respected Ivy in a way that transcended anything he’d felt before.

Aemond and Ivy’s first interaction in Chapter 1 is this odd moment because for Ivy, it seems random and confusing (although welcomed), but for Aemond it’s this culmination of a year of all-consuming clandestine longing. Aemond finally talking to Ivy is sort of by chance—he runs into her and is caught off-guard, therefore he hesitates too long to excuse himself gracefully—but he’s also pushed into it by how much she’s suffered in England up until that point. He genuinely feels tremendously sorry for her and feels that she deserves better…and he also feels a drive to protect her from further harm. Aemond wants Ivy to be happy, and that eventually overpowers his paralyzing shyness.

Why do you feel Ivy complements Aemond well? Ivy and Aemond complement each other wonderfully. She is amazed by him—his competence, his beauty—and gives him the tender, protective, unconditional sort of love that he has always craved. Ivy is also not disturbed by Aemond’s disfigurement and has difficulty understanding why Miss Kuni has such trepidation about it in Chapter 6. Ivy can understand the trauma that Aemond carries because she has suffered similarly—in both her miscarriages and in her marriage to Aegon—but she does not consider him limited by it.

They are equally dutiful yet passionate, and have the capacity to be both extraordinarily gentle and selectively ruthless. They are a bit of a power couple, and accomplish more together than either could separately.

What was the inspiration for the character creation of Kunigunde? Kunigunde—who I always refer to fondly as Miss Kuni, it’s cute but also proper in a way that I think suits her—is the perfect Renaissance-era princess.

She’s wealthy, she’s honorable, she’s loyal, she’s beautiful, she’s clever, she’s sporty, she’s confident, she’s all the Spice Girls rolled into one. But Aemond feels absolutely nothing for her. This is a manifestation of the fact that Aemond is truly changed by Ivy at this point, and that she has covered him; the old Aemond never would have dreaded a match that was THIS advantageous to the Greens, nor spurned a bride that is supposedly everything he’s always wanted.

Furthermore, Aemond’s prior sexual experiences (with the exception of Ivy and the Bearskin Rug Incident™️) were not what we would consider to be consensual, and the trauma that he carries from that adds another layer to his inability to be intimate with Miss Kuni, someone that he not only doesn’t have feelings for, but also cannot touch without feeling that he’s betraying Ivy.

Miss Kuni does her absolute best in a terrible situation and demonstrates steadfast loyalty to Aemond and the Greens. This is in part because honor demands it, but it’s also because her upbringing was very different from Ivy’s.

Kunigunde grew up in a very formal court, and her family was not as warm as Ivy’s; Miss Kuni mentions in Chapter 7 that her family would blame her if her marriage failed, a stark contrast to how Ivy’s family has already plotted to bring her back home after feeling that Aegon wronged her.

Miss Kuni confronting Daemon also illustrates just how cemented her traditional beliefs are—women aren’t combatants, princesses can’t be harmed—and it ultimately dooms her. But that sacrifice paves the way not only for the Greens’ military victory near Castle Rising, but also the Holy Roman Emperor taking Rhaenyra’s youngest children hostage as revenge for his daughter’s murder, which helps to neutralize Rhaenyra as a threat once the war is over.

Were there any other characters in your story that you enjoyed writing? I always adore writing Aegon. In every fandom, there are a few characters whose voices are so clear and so impactful in my head that their lines just feel like they write themselves. Aegon is like that for me. He is damaging without being malicious, pathetic and yet unpredictably heroic at times, weirdly insightful but also a dumb babygirl. I just love, love, love writing him. Especially since the Aegon who exists to me is Tom Glynn-Carney’s more nuanced and sympathetic interpretation, not the HOTD show canon version.

I also really enjoyed writing Nico. She is light and bubbly and enthusiastic and innocent, and compulsively honest in a way that is cringey for the royal family but hilarious to us readers. She adds some much-needed levity to an, at times, deeply tragic story. She’s also brave in a way that is sometimes unwise and childlike, which is consistent with her personality.

Lastly: Alonzo, as one wise anon message said, is a vibe.

So, I have to ask, you were “retired” but... Does this mean my “retirement” is over? Well…at the moment…yes. 😂

I’m a lot more open to new fic ideas now because I’ve learned how impossible it is to predict when inspiration will strike, and I’ve also gained the perspective of what a loss it would have been if I’d never written NICIY.

I think I’ve accepted that fics are likely just a part of my mental landscape and will be indefinitely. For example, after I finished up NICIY two weeks ago, I immediately dove back into my novel, write 20 pages…and then was assailed by a new fic idea! Of course I tried to ignore it, but as we have all learned, I am not very good at that.

So a new HOTD fic is on the way! You will know more about that soon…very soon…very very soon… 👀

#interview with a writer #iwaw11 #bts #of their brilliant writing #aemond targaryen fanfic #don't mind her emoji use

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lydsnotfound · 6 months

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50k + Miraculous Fic Recs,

No one will see this but honestly I might come back and look at it myself 🥱 Anywho let’s get into it. These are all on Ao3!

Cut My Life Into Pieces, This Is My Last Resort: By Silver_fox_fyre

Marinette has reached the end of her tether. Hawkmoth is running her ragged as Ladybug, and after three years Lila has finally managed to make good on her promise to ruin her life and leave her all alone. Desperate and exhausted, Marinette finally decides to take drastic measures; something’s gotta give, and that something can’t be Ladybug. She decides to take her civilian self out of the equation for a while, but a terrible sleep-deprived decision forces her to put things into motion way before she’s ready. Now she has to try and stick to her guns, despite the devastation she’s left in her wake…which for some reason seems to have hit Adrien and Chat Noir the hardest.

114k words, 34 chapters, Complete, Rated M,

Warnings: Suicidal themes, Major Character death (dw it will all make sense) graphic descriptions of violence, depressive themes.

This is a bit of a heavy hitter, super big on angst with a happy ending, but good if this is what you’re into. Please read warnings and feel free to skip if not for you!

The Consequences of Our Love: by Faelynwythe

After 7 long years of protecting Paris alone, Marinette learns that her partner has finally returned - and has shown up unexpectedly at her window with a proposition too tempting to deny. When Chat’s promised “Night of No Consequences” leaves Marinette alone and pregnant, she’s faced with a choice between honoring her role as Guardian and living the life she’s always wanted but never dreamed of having. Chat Noir is determined to protect his newfound family, but Marinette spurns his help, forcing him to watch over her as Adrien.

As the promise of a baby forces both of them to reexamine their lives, Marinette and Adrien fall closer and closer together, even as past trauma, dangerous secrets, hardfast beliefs about identity, and a new, powerful enemy threatens to break them apart.

111k words, 29 chapters, complete, rated M

Warning: nothing much other than sexual content and, yeah it a pregnancy au, so if you hate that go ahead a skip!

A Masked Game: by A_Mystical_Wonderland and Mystic_Raven20

For almost ten years Paris has been peaceful. No villains. No heroes. No hate. But, as always, peace never lasts forever and as a new threat takes over the city of love, there’s a change in the game where this time death is permanent.

Adrien has been living full of hope after the worst years of his life. He’s free. He’s settled. But most importantly, he’s in love. After years of trying to find his calling everything came together the day he married his wife, or so he thought.

Marinette still craved the companionship of her partner. It had been a decade since she’d seen him; the dull ache in her heart constantly asking what had happened to him. If only she had the opportunity to speak to him one more time.

The chance for a reconnection appears when Paris’ heroes are needed again and as feelings begin to resurface so does the hate, love and lies.

Ladybug and Chat Noir will need to find a new dynamic to make this work, saving not only their friends but also themselves, leaving Adrien and Marinette to risk everything in a need to survive.

112k words, 34 chapters, complete, rated M

Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, minor character death, murder and such, heavy angst.

Y’all this one is so good i was literally on the edge of my seat for the whole damn thing. Like this is a full fledged murder mystery.

Baby Boom: by ShawnaCanon

Hawk Moth makes another poor akumatization decision, giving a supervillain the power to force others to make babies. He doesn’t expect it to affect himself or his son—but it does.

Things between Marinette and Adrien get incredibly awkward after The Incident, but at least they’re not alone. Half their class is in the same boat.

And just when everyone starts to be able to move on from that, they discover the ‘baby-making’ thing wasn’t just a euphemism. Babies are on the way. No one’s ready for it, but it’s happening, and they’re all gonna do their best to deal with it.

Will this be the thing that finally gets Adrien to fall in love with Marinette? Or will Cat Noir’s insistence that he loves Ladybug and doesn’t care if she’s having some other guy’s baby be enough to win her over?

401k (Damn) words, 129 chapters, complete, rated T.

Warnings: r*pe/non-con, underage, teen pregnancy.

I promise it’s not what you think, it’s actually a very clean (well as clean as it can be) story. Def not your average pregnancy au. Worth a read if you have time for 400 thousand words! The first tag is necessary but the fic is not explicit.

A Beautiful Mistake: by Maerynn

One single digit can change many things. Utterly pissed off at Alya one very early morning, Marinette misdials her best friend's number and ends up telling off an unsuspecting stranger, who is, unknown to her, none other than her high school crush. From there, Adrien and Marinette grow closer on both sides of the screen through anonymous texting as they also reunite years after graduating through work. Marinette has to face a painful scar of her past in order to move forward with her heart, but luckily for her, Adrien might be the one able to help her heal.

(AU with no miraculous or magic whatsoever)

73k, 34 chapters, complete, Rated T.

Warnings: r*pe/non-con (non explicit!)

This really is such a good fic, it’s like a hybrid texting au/ strangers to friends type thing. The warning are from past experiences, nothing takes place in the present tense.

The Ladybugs and the Bees: by BullySquadess

AKA the early-fandom Ladynoir puberty fic that spiraled waaaaay out of proportion.

177k words, 41 chapters, kinda complicated(like an ambiguous ending), Rated M.

Warnings: it’s pretty spicy, nothing like super detailed or like full scene but… spicy. Very coming of age/puberty vibes.

If you somehow have never come across this, which is wild because it seems everyone has, give it a read it’s very funny.

If I Let Myself Love You: by UpTooLateArt

It’s hard to be a normal girl with a normal life when your mother has terminal cancer. And when fashion model Adrien Agreste moves back to Paris and wants to be Marinette’s friend – or maybe even more – her life is turned upside down again.

How can she risk opening her heart to love when her whole world is falling apart? Especially when Adrien is hiding a dark secret of his own….

95k words, 34 chapters, complete, rated T.

Warnings: character death, angst and such, hurt/comfort, grief/mourning.

The plot twist is craaaazzzy…

Okay, this is the last one for not, but I am breaking my own rules and giving you an under 50k rec, but not by much…

I (Wish I) Knew You: by tumblers very own Buggachat.

University has been hard on Marinette. Making new friends and maintaining her grades is a lot easier said than done when she has to disappear at odd times to fight akumas. She's struggling, and with Alya away with family and Adrien painfully out of reach, she's never felt lonelier.

If only she could talk to someone who really understood her struggles... but it's not like Chat Noir would know anything about loneliness. Right?

49k words, 10 chapters, complete, rated T.

I love this fic a little to much, it satisfies my LadyNoir cravings. This is also comedy gold<333

Anywho, this concludes my most recent long fic recs, if you have one please leave it in a note for me, I’m scavenging for more fics to read

#ladynoir #miraculous ladybug fanfic #fan fics recommendations #marichat #this took way too long #please im begging #give me recs #anywho

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crisiscutie · 1 year

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People have so many interesting theories about Jenova,like her conscious still exists even if her body is decayed and ruined, Sephiroth was seen to be talking to her through telepathy of sorts

My theory after watching crime psychological thriller about Jenova: Is it possible Jenova is like 100% dead and that the "Jenova" or "Mother" Sephiroth conversed with was only a figment in his head,it makes sense since people who experienced severe traumatized breakdown actually became delusional and created creatures in their head. If this theory is true, Sephiroth is gonna be a much more tragic character,bc he's fed so much lies his entire life,he himself became a pathological liar,a severe,irreversible,evil one

This thought kept me up at night sometimes. Hope you don't mind me sharing 😊

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Not at all!

And yes, Sephiroth is most certainly a pathological liar. The Crisis Cutie is desperately clinging to the last threads of sanity, and creating delusions is his way of doing that. He's a hypocrite who sees the sin in everyone but himself.

Content Warning: Mentions of Pregnancy, Yandere Sephiroth and C.C's ramble.

Your theory is interesting! I don't think Jenova is totally dead, but she very likely doesn't have any sapience by the modern day. It's possible she's just running on her basic instinct now so Sephiroth is communicating with no one.

My view on Jenova's situation is mostly typical: She is there and fully conscious, but subservient to Sephiroth. I think she even talked to Cloud at one point during OG FF7 but don't quote me on that. But yes, whatever Sephiroth wants, she wants it too. Used to be the other way around until Sephiroth's will overrode hers. She still influences Sephiroth, like his goal to ruin Gaia and use it as a vessel to do the same to other planets and such.

When it comes to darling, I will bring up a post I made about the sexual aspect of Sephiroth's relationship with his darling: because of Jenova, he would be much more likely (and deliberately) impregnate his darling because of the sex triggering a breeding instinct from his Jenova influence, as one of her goals is to affect many with her cells as possible.

Also, for earlier in the timeline, I'd imagine that Sephiroth's influence will cause Jenova to feel (or have an instinct close to it to emulate since she's alien) an intense love and devotion for the darling, even before he had taken control. Her reunion and possessive instincts will push her to claim the darling as Sephiroth's hers. These reasonings are why she plays a prominent role in my Sephiroth writings, especially those concerning Yandere Sephiroth.

To conclude, I will say, I find Jenova to be absolutely fascinating! I was somewhat sad to read a fact that a member of the development team of CCR wanted to incorporate Jenova into Sephiroth's boss fight but Nomura shot it down, saying it wasn't faithful to the OG and it would be too soon for that. I completely understood his reasoning though. It really sounds like they may be planning for Jenova to become more than a plot device in the Remake trilogy... Ugh, this talk is making me want Rebirth to come out sooner. Sad thing is, I don't think we will be getting new information about Rebirth until FF16 releases and the hype around that dies, which is also understandable.

#Jenova #sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #sephiroth x reader #final fantasy 7 #ff7 remake #ff7 #final fantasy #final fantasy vii #Crisis Cutie #c.c rambles #tw: pregnancy #yandere sephiroth

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djsherriff-responses · 8 days

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Okay this was gonna be just one fic but I may have split it into 2-3 parts instead (depending on how the rest goes) so have the first part for now

TW for mild violence, suicidal tendencies, mpreg and early signs of pregnancy as well as suggestive content

It’s been a couple of weeks since he was forced to become part of team Ghost, Dolph hasn’t become particularly close to any of them despite having to share a prison cell as a “home” with his fellow teammates.

When the Warden gave the ghosts the mission to infiltrate into Pagan Min’s base and steal some high tech portal scope, Dolph didn’t think much of it at the time, nor did he care. Dolph’s head was a complete wreck and he wanted the Warden just to blow it up already instead of making him her errand boy.

But when she brought up Alex, curiosity ate at him. Alex, the man he had loved, the one he dreamed to run away into the sunset with and the one he couldn’t imagine life without , backstabbed him just when freedom from Eden was within reach.

“For the revolution” Alex told him before pulling the trigger, but didn’t he once say revolution was for suckers? Or was this “revolution” just a cover up for the fact Alex tore Dolph’s heart out , for money of all things?

Questions with no answers plagued his mind as he stood upon the rooftops, awaiting the signal from the warden to do his part of her plan. In the distance, Dolph saw the small window to the top floor of Pagan Min’s crime filled abode open. “You’re up next” Warden spoke through his head piece.

“It’s about damn time” He responded with clear annoyance in his voice.

Without fear he jumped off from his post and into the depths of the crime infested city below. With grace more befitting a ballet dancer than that of a military weapon , Dolph hooked onto the building with the anchor within his cyborg arm and slipped through the narrow opening into Pagan Min’s room almost effortlessly.

One of the perks of being raised in the Eden military is the years Dolph had for perfecting his landings.

“I’m in”

“Good. Swap the scopes and get out”

The room was large and expensive, almost regal looking. Being mostly of whites and various shades of pink or purple with gold accents, with the wealth of the place was impossible to miss, you didn’t need the state of the art multi million dollar military tech scanner lodged into your skull to see that this was owned by an entitled asshole. Dolph scanned the room with his robotic eye and found a cabinet hidden within the walls, the scope stashed safety inside.

Before he got near the cabinet to swap out the scope with the fake , he froze.

There was an ashtray with a recently used cigar across from where Dolph was.

Dolph could recognise the smell of that faintly lit cigar from a mile away, much less from the coffee table a few feet from him. It’s actually astonishing Dolph didn’t notice it when he entered the room, the familiar smell was often a sign of the warm and welcoming presence he desperately craved in a world so cold and harsh.

But something didn’t feel right.

He dropped the fake scope and walked towards the bedroom door. Dolph could hear the warden in his ear piece asking him what he was doing and demanding he get back to the task on hand, but he didn’t care. Because the whispers of lustful passion were louder and Dolph could not ignore the stab of betrayal lodging deeper into his back with each step he took.

Dolph felt nausea bubbling in the pit of his stomach as his hand grazed over the door.

Without hesitation Dolph ran out the room and onto the balcony and vomitted over the railings. His eyes wide with sudden confusion, he felt his stomach twisting as his insides spilled over , was it the smell of the smoke? Dolph huffed as faint tears slipped through his eyes. “Dolph , what did you eat before this mission?” Dolph heard the Warden ask , but he was too busy catching his breath to answer.

“Answer me Laserhawk!”

“I don’t know , maybe that shit excuse you call prison food gave me food poisoning!?”

Before Dolph could continue to argue, he heard the door opening with a very annoyed sounding Pagan on the phone. Panicking and still suffering from a light nausea, Dolph quickly jumped onto the roof before the Crime lord could spot him , leaving the scene before he could see who else was in the suite with Pagan.

Though he had a strong suspicion who it was.

“Are you still there Laserhawk?”

“Yes” Dolph responded, hoping the fresh air of the roof will clear his head. He could hear the Warden sighing.

“We’ll have to abort mission. Laserhawk, you need to get your shit together”

#captain laserhawk #Captain Laserhen #Fanfics #dolph laserhawk #Sarah fisher #dolph doesn’t know this but the baby inside him doesn’t like the smell of smoke

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