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buckybarnesb-tch · 2 days

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Heyy hiii I love your blog🤍 If you're still taking requests... Could you write an Aemond Targaryen who is obsessed with his half-sister or aunt?

As You Wish Sister -Aemond T.

(Fuck yes I can!

For this story the ages are a little off which frustrates me but I did that to make sure that Y/n wouldn’t be considered ‘too old’ to marry. If however, the person who made this request wants something with an older OFC, like a cougar-y kind of story with him obsessed and willing to do anything to have her then let me know and I will try my hand at that for you)

Y/n had been born first just before her mother Aemma had died giving birth her twin brother, who sadly died just a few hours later, leaving Y/n alone.

Rhaenyra took very good care of her, as much as she could as her younger sister was just a babe and now had no mother and no father as Viserys had all but checked out…especially after marrying Alicent and having more children.

Y/n was only just under 1 year older than Aegon as Alicent had gotten pregnant almost immediately after the wedding however as Rhaenyra was having her own children she took care of her sister less and less, leaving the girl on her own a lot of the time. Alicent had taken a liking to the young girl and they were quite close, which is what led to Y/n and Aemond’s relationship in the first place. Aemond loved Y/n from the moment he was born. When he was with her he was always content and happy, but if she left him alone he would cry and scream for her until Alicent could no longer take it and sent for her once again. That lasted until the boy was about 3 and she was 6 and from then on he was basically attached to her skirts.

Neither of the children had a dragon to their name and spent their time dreaming of flying across the 7 kingdoms together. Aemond had always promised to take his half sister with him when he mounted a dragon one day, and though Y/n thought it a nice dream, Aemond was determined to make it come true. He swore to her that one day he would be strong and that he would protect her, no one would ever bully them again. Y/n did not know just how seriously her younger brother took that vow.

He was 9 years old when Rhaenyra moved to Dragonstone and snatched his happiness away as she took their 12 year old sister with her and it was at that moment that Aemond realized how in love with his sister he really was. She would be his, no matter what he had to do to ensure it.

When they met again on Driftmark it was like no time had passed, they stayed by each others side while everyone mourned, but Aemond wasn’t sad, he was determined. With the death of Laena there was now an unclaimed dragon, the largest one alive and he was going to claim her or die trying. To say Y/n was upset that he risked his life to mount Vhagar would be an understatement however he had done it and the pride and happiness on his face wiped away her anger…for about 10 minutes before watching her nephew slice her brothers eye from his head. She held close to his side for as long as she was allowed, holding his hand as the maester stitched him up painfully.

‘I do not wish to frighten you with my scarred face sister, you shouldn’t have to see this.’ He told her later that night as she sat beside his bed to watch over him, the milk of the poppy he had taking quick effect as his good eye began to close against his wishes.

‘You could never scare me brother, you are as handsome as ever and anyone who says otherwise is blind. I will never fear you, no matter what. I love you too dearly.’ She swore, curling up into her chair and drifting off by his side in case he needed anything during the night.

Aemond’s hand held tight to hers all night long, never letting go as if terrified, even in his sleep, that she would disappear.

Aemond was comforted by her words and it is the only thing that got him through the next years. That and the fact that he had “convinced” his sickly father to betroth Y/n to him.

Aemond was told by the men he paid to keep watch over his Princess on Dragonstone that Rhaenyra had been trying to betroth her to Cregan Stark of Winterfell. The Wolf in the North was apparently quite taken with his Princess and Aemond couldn’t blame him, but he would kill him if the man went anywhere near his sister and he made that perfectly clear to his mother and Grandsire. Aemond had vowed that if they didn’t betroth him to Y/n immediately that he would take Vhagar and have her burn Winterfell and every Stark in existence to the ground. He would melt all of the snow in the North if he had to to make his point. Both Alicent and Otto knew that her son was serious and would do exactly as he promised, they also knew that no one could stop Vhagar if Aemond decided to put his threat into action and so they had the King order the marriage.

However other than Rhaenyra acknowledging the order from the King, he heard no word from his betrothed until he was 18 and it was ordered that she return to Kings Landing to be with her soon to be husband. Aemond had kept eyes on her since the day she had been forced to leave him, men that worked for Rhaenyra were secretly under his command, 2 of which became Y/n’s personal guards and wrote the Prince everything about her so that Aemond didn’t miss a thing. He knows all of her interests, what she loves to do everyday, her daily schedule, the foods she likes and more importantly doesn’t like, and he also had them ensure that no man got close to his future wife in anyway. He knew that Jace had an interest in his aunt, the guard reporting to him that the boy had been grounded to his chambers on more than one occasion for watching her bathe or trying to sneak into her rooms in the night and it both enraged and delighted Aemond that Jace wanted his sister but also that he would have to see her happy with the person that Jace hates most. Aemond would ensure that he could rub it in his nephews face that the babes that Y/n would bare would never be anyone’s but his.

Over the years since she had been gone her brother had changed, not just at her having been missing from his side but especially after Aegons actions in taking him to the silk streets on his 13th nameday. Aemond felt disgusting but he was determined to be a better husband than his elder brother was, after all, Y/n was his. His sister, his wife, his everything and he would ensure her happiness. He would make her his and fill her with as many Targaryen babies as possible, Aemond couldn’t wait to see her swollen with his child at his side and in his bed, his elder sister was just too perfect not to be full of his children for the rest of her days.

2 days after the letter was sent to Rhaenyra he was greeted by the sound of huge wings and angry dragon roars as the large black dragon descended on the Red Keep, a dragon that everyone recognized instantly which prompted them scattering like mice. Aemond had heard that his sister had mounted the cannibalistic dragon but to actually see the creature was incredible. He found it funny that his sister, who was a loner with a tendency to be aggressive ended up with the aggressive loner dragon who would have burned anyone else to dust…he must feel how similar they are, honestly it was a fairly perfect fit if you asked him. Though he could have done without the teeth bore in his face from this scarred beast.

He got as close as he dared, watching as a beautiful women slid down the dragons neck to her feet, the dragon nuzzling her and nearly knocking her from her feet (though the gesture was gentle for such a giant dragon who had to be just slightly bigger than Caraxes) before he took to the skies again and left her to look around the courtyard.

She was a vision, more than Aemond could have imagined after all these years without her and as she turned to see him for the first time, the smile that lit up her face gave him butterflies. ‘Aemond? Wow! Look how you’ve grown, you are certainly not that little boy I remember anymore, you are a man grown! Look at this handsome face!’ Aemond took her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles in greeting, unable to look away from her perfect purple eyes.

‘You are a vision, more beautiful than I could have imagined…and I have imagined for years.’ Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink as she blushed and he held his arm out for her to take. ‘Come, I will show you to your chambers and you can freshen up, I know you must want out of your riding clothes-‘

‘Actually…I had hoped we could go riding together like we always promised we would. My sister would not let me come to Kings Landing before now but you did swear to take me on Vhagar when I returned.’ She reminded him as he guided her through the halls of the castle.

‘I could never forget my promise to you, however we will not be permitted to disappear together the night before our wedding, it would be improper after all.’ He teased making her roll her eyes with a smile.

‘Right because riding a 10 ton scaly lizard into the night is definitely a romantic evening.’ She paused after saying that before speaking again. ‘Actually, never mind, for a Targaryen that has to be the most romantic night possible. We’ll save it for tomorrow night.’

‘As you wish sister. Here is your chamber for the night, tomorrow night your things will be moved into one of our own. You change and get comfortable, I will return in a half an hour and we can take a walk in the gardens, how does that sound?’

‘That sounds lovely brother. I look forward to it.’ Aemond leaned down and pressed his lips to her hand like the gentleman he was, watching once again as her face grew pink and he loved her sweet blush, vowing to make it happen as often as possible.

The wedding that next evening was a huge affair. Everyone was present, members of every house in attendance for the event, and even all of the peasants celebrated as they left the Sept, throwing flowers and cheering their congratulations as they had all loved Y/n since the moment she was presented to the world as a baby (often ordering the gold cloaks to feed the poor, especially the children in need). Rhaenyra and Daemon had shown up with the children late, clearly hating being there for a marriage they didn’t want and Aemond couldn’t help but silently gloat to Jace who glared at him all through dinner. As they locked eyes Aemond could not resist giving in to his petty attitude, leaning down and touching his lips to his wife’s and enjoying the feel of her lips pressing against his in return as she clearly enjoyed the show of affection. His nephew glared harder at him before eventually taking Helaena’s hand and bringing her to dance as if trying to anger the One-Eyed Prince but nothing could do that right now, not now that Aemond has everything he’s ever wanted.

‘Would you like to retire now my beautiful wife? I want to make this marriage official before one of the dozens of men here that are jealously staring, attempts to steal you away from me.’

‘As if anyone else could take my attention away from you.’ At that moment there was suddenly the sound of several women screaming and they both turned to see that right in front of the Kings table Jace was locked in a physical fight with a man on the dance floor. Aemond turned his wife’s body away and pulled her to his chest to shield her, not wanting her innocent eyes to see such violence. Even if he enjoyed watching Jace get hurt he knew that his wife would never be the same if she was forced to potentially witness him die and he loved her innocence too much to let that be ruined. The guards pulled the man out of the hall and most likely to the Black Cells after Daemon had saved Jace from being butchered, following along with a rage filled Rhaenyra to question the man. Y/n pulled away from her husband and moved to the floor, inspecting her nephews face and Aemond nearly growled as Jace leaned into the affection. ‘Are you alright nephew?!’

‘Yes, of course, I am fine. I had it under con-‘

‘Thank goodness Daemon was here! You could have been killed! What were you thinking?!’ She demanded and Aemond watched on as Jace’s face fell once again. ‘You are my sweet nephew, not a soldier or a brawler in the streets!’

‘I don-I’m-Uh…‘

‘She is right nephew, we could never forgive ourselves if you had been hurt attending our wedding…perhaps it is time for you to retire for the evening. Too much wine makes the mind do stupid things.’ Y/n nodded along with Aemond but Jace just glared at him.

‘This has nothing to do with you Uncle! Keep your thoughts to yourself! I don’t need-‘

‘Jacaerys! How Dare You?! Have care how you speak to your own family, Aemond is simply showing his concern for your well being! If this is your current state then he is correct, you should retire. I’m sure Luke will help you to your bed, won’t you sweet boy?’ Luke nodded his head, moving to take his elder brothers arm.

‘No! I don’t need to-‘

‘We should be retiring as well anyway. I must ensure my new wife is taken care of…’ Y/n blushed at her brothers words, leaning into his body as his hands found her waist comfortingly.

‘You are right brother, I think I have had enough partying for one day. We have a family dinner tomorrow evening anyway, we can celebrate more then.’ Suddenly Aegon, who had been drunkenly enjoying this whole situation, was grinning in excitement and stepping up to the newly weds, hand on his younger brothers shoulder.

‘Yes brother, time to retire. The bedding ceremony must be seen to before the end of the evening! I shall get our Grandsire and elder sister to-‘

‘No!’ Aemond snapped, everyone that was listening jumping in fright at the rage in his voice. He had felt his wife’s body tense as she pulled him closer by his jacket that she was now clinging to for dear life. ‘There will be no bedding ceremony, I will have neither my sister nor my wife gawked at in her most vulnerable state as if she is some cheap whore on the street of silk! Y/n is my wife now, and no one else will ever see her in such a way ever again. I assure you brother, I can handle consummating my marriage just fine without your wandering eyes and words of encouragement.’ Aemond looked back down at his bride and took her face into his hands, wiping away the tears that escaped in her moment of panic, no one having mentioned a bedding ceremony and Aemond himself having assured her that it would not be happening.

‘My young Prince, it is tradition to have a maester and at least 3 members of the family present to ensure the wedding is consummated. Your brother, myself, Rhaenyra and Daemon are going to-‘

‘No Grandsire, you are not-because if you try to enter our marital chambers tonight, or really any night from this moment forward for any reason under the sun, I will break your spine and be feeding you to either Vhagar or the Cannibal in the morning. I will let my wife decide which she would prefer to make a meal out of your body as it is her you are offending. I am uncomfortable with how determined you are to watch me make love to my wife, and I am telling you that it will not happen.’

‘Aemond! You cannot speak to your Grandsire this way, you must-‘ Aemond cut his mother off quickly, startling her as he had never spoken to her like this before.

‘Do not make the mistake of believing my words to be exaggeration mother, they are not. Anyone who steps foot into our marital chambers this night or any moment from this one onward will find themselves being fed to a dragon of my wife’s choosing. She is my wife! And it is my job to care for her as such! I will not have her humiliated or upset as she gives herself to me for the first time…or any time. That is the end of the discussion, however you may wait in the hall and once we are done I will deliver you the sheets from our bed as your proof. That will have to suffice because it is all that you are getting.’ He looked back down at Y/n who had tears in her eyes once again but this time they were not fearful or embarrassed, but grateful and full of love. ‘Come my wife, it is time that I make this marriage official and fill you with my son. I must give my wife all of the lovely Targaryen babies that her heart desires.’

Aemond bent down slightly before lifting Y/n into his arms like a babe, whisking her away and out of the party. ‘Thank you Aemond…I know I should just accept it but I-‘

‘My wife will never be seen by anyone but me in any state of undress from this moment on, and should anyone sneak a peak at you I will deliver you their heart and feed the remains to Vhagar. Don’t you ever apologize for being uncomfortable, it is my job as your husband to see to your safety and I take my job very seriously.’ He assured her, kissing her head as they reached their new marital chambers where all of their things had been moved to. As Aemond carried his sister through the door he kicked it shut behind himself and locked it with both locks before using the thick wood plank and barring the door so no one could get in without more work than it was worth.

‘Will you assist me with the dress, husband?’ She teased making Aemond smirk, eyes darkening at the thought of finally undressing the prize he has worked and waited for, for so long.

‘You need not even ask, my love. Come here.’ He quickly unlaced the back of her dress, allowing it to fall to the ground and leave her in her small clothes which she removed before crawling into the bed and looking back up at him nervously. ‘Relax my love, you will love every second of this, I promise you.’ He swore and she took a breath, nodding, though her eyes grew wide again as he removed his trousers and revealed himself to her for the first time, now naked as he crawled onto the bed, leaning down to kiss her, sucking his way down her neck and chest.

‘A-Aemond? What are you-‘

‘Shh…just relax. I’m going to take care of you Princess, just trust me.’ He lifted her leg up by the back of the knee and leaned in, pressing his mouth over her slit before trailing his tongue up between her pussy lips and brushing against her clit, causing her hips to jump against her will.

‘I’m s-sorry-‘

‘Don’t apologize again, just enjoy it.’ Aemond wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking on the little bundle of nerves, brushing his tongue against it repeatedly which seemed to shut her up quickly, the only sound remaining was her never ending moans. He pressed a finger into her tight hole followed by a second one which earned him a soft mewling noise that he couldn’t help thinking was adorable as he began pumping his fingers in and out of her, stretching her as gently as he could to prepare her for him.

‘Oh Fuck! Aemond!’ She seemed to be hanging right on the edge in that moment until he curled his fingers up and just as he did she cried out at a whole new octave and her pussy squeezed his fingers in a vice grip, her body shaking while she panted as if she had run a long distance and he couldn’t help but find her flushed face absolutely beautiful.

‘You are so gorgeous…’ he crawled up over her and touched his lips to hers while spreading her legs. They wrapped around his waist before he pressed his cock against her hole and instantly felt as if he had died and gone to Heaven. 9 years he had waited after realizing how in love with Y/n he truly was, 9 years dreaming of this moment and wanting to make it just as special for her as it was for him just knowing how good his sister would make him feel, and he was right. Her cunt was like the sweetest vice grip he had ever experienced, he had never felt anything more wonderful in his entire life as he stilled his hips and just waited, not wanting to hurt her or cum so fast that she would inevitably laugh at him. ‘Are you alright?’ He questioned, wanting to make sure he wasn’t hurting her too badly but she nodded.

‘I want to see all of you brother…I never want you to hide any part of you from me again.’ She spoke as she reached up and pulled the eye patch from his face. He reflexively turned his head away but she caught him, turning his head back and pulling him down to kiss the scar both over and under his eye. ‘My husband nor my brother will ever have to hide from me, you are so strong…and I think my husband is the most handsome man in the 7 kingdoms. I will fight anyone who chooses to disagree with me.’ She teased making him smile before he choked on his breath, her pussy squeezing his member suddenly before she wiggled her hips. ‘Take me brother, I am all yours now!’

‘Yes you are…Mine! I will kill anyone who even thinks to disagree with me! All mine…’ Aemond spoke, shifting his hips back before pushing back in gently, doing it again only to thrust up into her this time. ‘Your husband is going to fill your belly so full tonight that no one will be able to question whether or not you are carrying my son. You want that, don’t you Princess? You want me to give you a baby?’

Y/n’s head nodded frantically as Aemond was now jack hammering his hips into her mercilessly, her whines prompting him to go faster. ‘Yes Brother! Yes! I want to give you everything! Fill my womb so that I may give you all the sons you want!’

‘Never going to stop breeding your cunt, Gods you feel magnificent! We’re going to end up having an entire army because I am never going to stop fucking you! Cum for me Princess and your husband will fill your womb, give me your pleasure!’ He demanded just before she cried out, her head thrown back as her cunt clamped down on him so hard he briefly thought it would hurt before the pleasure shot straight up his spine and he buried his cock into her as deeply as he could.

Aemond couldn’t tell how long they laid there breathing heavily and just holding each other, it felt as if they lost time before there was a knock on the door and Y/n flinched, instinctively trying to cover her body with a blanket despite no one entering. ‘My Prince? If you have finished we need-‘

‘Shut Up! Say Another Word and I Will Remove Your Tongue!’ He growled to the maester at the door. ‘Stay still my love, I will take care of it.’ He kissed her head and she smiled, humming contently before wincing as he pulled out of her, using his thumb to press his cum back into her abused hole as it leaked out. Aemond jumped up and pulled the sheet carefully from under her and off of the bed, rolling his eyes as he saw the small amount of blood on the white linen that he had made sure to fuck her on top of as he wasn’t willing to argue about them needing evidence that consummation took place. ‘I will be right back, then you are mine for the next week, because I do not plan on us leaving this bed for at least that long.’ He teased, kissing her nose and making her giggle as he pulled his trousers on and moved to the door, unbarring it and stepping outside while shutting the door behind him, unwilling to let anyone see his wife in her current state. At the door stood Maester Mellos along with his Grandsire, his mother and brother, and also Rhaenyra and Daemon. ‘I do not understand why this needed to be such a spectacle for so many of you but here.’ He shoved the sheet at the old man angrily. ‘Now, all of you will leave because if I find out anyone continued listening at the door I will slit you from balls to brains!’ The maester inspected the sheet before nodding to the Queen who genuinely looked sorry for her son.

‘I didn’t know you had it in you brother!’ Aegon laughed, Otto shoving him away quickly and dragging him down the hall before Aemond could move to cut him open as he wanted to, Daemon following along, clearly not caring about being there and only having done so as he loved his niece- to ensure Aemond was a gentleman.

‘Take care of your wife Aemond, I know you will be a good husband, better than your brother.’

‘Thank you mother-oh! We will be taking all of our meals in our chambers tomorrow-and for the foreseeable future. Please be sure a maid is sent to do that, my wife will need breaks to eat.’ Alicent didn’t look shocked at all, just nodding her head before she walked off.

‘Brother.’ Rhaenyra spoke, Aemond sighing before giving her his attention. ‘Take care of her. She is a gentle soul, if you hurt my sister I will make sure you do not live to see whatever children you give her.’ He rolled his eyes, not giving a fuck about his elder sisters threat.

‘If you think for a moment that I would harm her then you know nothing about our relationship at all-oh! Wait! You don’t…it took 9 years but I always knew that I would make her mine no matter what I had to do. I’m just thankful that father gave into my threat before you could give her away to that idiot Wolf in the North.’

‘W-what are you-‘

‘Of course, you don’t know! I made my mother aware of the fact that if you were successful in marrying off our sister that I would have mounted Vhagar and burned every inch of the Starks home, and every other home and stronghold that had snow covering it. She was never going to marry anyone else, that was decided quite a long time ago…it just that no one but I knew it.’ He explained, enjoying her shocked expression before opening the door to go back to his wife. ‘Oh! One more thing! You should make sure that you keep your eldest on a short leash, because if I find out-or Gods forbid catch him-peeping at my wife like he did under your watch, he will be locked in the Black cells until I decide to feed him to Vhagar. Your heir or not, father will not be able to argue with him dishonoring my wife and his favorite grandchild, and you know it…it was lovely to see you again sister.’ With that Aemond slammed the door in her face and turned back to his wife.

‘Is everything okay?’ Y/n asked, clearly nervous that the sheet wouldn’t be enough evidence and they would demand to watch this time.

‘Of course my Love, I will always ensure that it will be. Now, let us continue enjoying our marital bliss for as long as we can, hmm?’ Y/n smiled, dropping the blankets and revealing her naked chest to his eyes and he couldn’t help but imagine the breasts that he was in love with, swollen with milk to feed the boy that was growing in her womb. He was desperate to taste it himself, his cock growing hard in record time at the thought before he leapt into the bed beside her.

‘I want to stay here with you like this forever.’ She admitted, now sitting in his lap, his cock buried in her pussy as he enjoys worshipping her breasts with his mouth.

‘As you wish Sister…Always.’

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mysaintkitten · 3 days

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more free use/dumbification for tommy and robert please i beg!! ur so talented!

thank you so much !! and although this request asked for free use or dumbification, it’s mostly the latter. will definitely be writing more free use fics though !!

Nocturnal | Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

prompt: a late night run in with Tommy (lol)

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ MDNI), sort of mean tommy, unprotected sex, dumbification

Ada Shelby had been your closest friend for as long as you could remember. Everything you’d been through, good and bad, was made manageable with her by your side. The only thing you couldn’t stand was her brother, Tommy. Just the thought of him alone made you want to roll your eyes.

He was arrogant, stubborn, dominant, and worst of all: devilishly attractive. It drove you mad. How could such a gorgeous face be attached to such a vile man?

You’d even bicker occasionally over the smallest things before Ada would come between you and act as a mediator, because of course neither of you could push your pride down long enough to just end the conversation.

But, due to life simply being unpredictable, you had to distance yourself from Ada for about a year. You still stayed in touch, weekly letters updating each other about your lives and new experiences, but life had just become too hectic to make genuine plans.

Luckily though, things began to mellow out and eventually you and Ada were able to make plans to have a sleepover- just like old times.

The two of you spent the late night and early a.m’s chatting and giggling like school girls, until you noticed Ada’s faint snoring as you told a long elaborate story about a horrific professor you had to deal with. With that, you realized the night had come to a close.

Before you followed her in drifting to sleep, you decided to get a drink of water before bed. Tiredly, you left her bedroom and trudged towards the dimly lit room. As you stepped into the kitchen and reached for a glass from the cupboard, you quickly realized you weren’t alone.

“(Y/N)?” You hear a familiar male voice mutter from behind you, causing you to jump and nearly drop the glass out of your hand from being startled. You swiftly turn around on your feet, only to see Tommy sitting there. Of course he’s around the moment Ada’s asleep.

As he sees your face he chuckles and brings a cigarette up to his lips, “didn’t mean to scare you, love.”

“A bit late for that …” you mumble back while trying to relax your racing heart, “why are you up so late?”

Tommy raises his eyebrows and smirks before answering, “I could ask you the same question.”

“Me and Ada were talking, I wanted some water before bed,” you answer as you fill your glass up, “and you?”

“What were you two girls gabbing about? Makeup? Boys?” Tommy replies while ignoring the question you’d asked him, you shake your head and sigh. Tommy knows where your aspirations lie, he’s just trying to push your buttons.

“I don’t exactly have time for a boys right now, my focus is on university,” you clarify before taking a sip of water.

Tommy chuckles condescendingly as he hears you mention ‘university’, earning a confused glare from you as you take a step closer towards Tommy’s seat at the kitchen table.

“What’s funny?”

“Oh, nothing,” Tommy assured unconvincingly between inhales, “I just don’t think university is the best way for a young woman to spend her time.”

Your face contorts into visual disdain, it’s times like this where you wonder if he’s being obnoxious just to piss you off or if he’s truly just this annoying, “and where exactly do you think a young woman should be spending her time?”

“Women are happiest when they’re kept in their place,” Tommy explained flatly as he takes a drag of his cigarette, “doing housework in the day, and in bed taking her husband’s cock at night.”

You couldn’t help but scoff at his ignorant and blatantly misogynistic remarks, what kind of women has Tommy been around for him to genuinely believe this?

“I’m not sure what kind of ladies you’ve been seeing, Tommy, but most women I know have dreams, ambitions, goals,” you retort as you take another step closer towards Tommy with a foreign sense of confidence, “and they desire much more in life than being just some man’s personal come dump.”

He chuckles while putting out his cigarette, proceeding to stand to his feet and slowly make his way over to you,

“Thats what you all think,” Tommy states lowly as he walks closer and closer, “that you’re special and different, but really, you’re all the same. Once you get fucked so good you’re seeing stars, all those little dreams go out the window.”

You step backwards ploddingly as your cheeks burn, not knowing how to respond to Tommy’s crude comment. Suddenly, his face is mere inches away from yours.

“And judging by your little proclamation,” Tommy’s gaze drifts to your soft lips before locking eyes with you again, “you haven’t experienced that, love.”

You couldn’t define what you were feeling, frustration? Exhaustion? Arousal? Your body buzzed with inscrutable energy, and the rational part of your brain attempted to take over and de escalate the situation.

“I-I should just go to bed, Tommy …” you whine weakly as your eyes nervously dart around, suddenly finding Tommy’s stare and demeanour incredibly overwhelming. His dominance mixed with the masculine scent of whisky and tobacco made your heart flutter.

“Why don’t you just see what it’s like, hm?” Tommy purrs as he places his hands on your hips, you suck in a quick surprised breath- but you don’t push him away, “to get fucked so good you forget your own name …”

You didn’t know what came over you; maybe it was the fact that it had been so long since you’d been properly touched, or because part of you had some sort of attraction toward Tommy, but you found yourself wanting more.

Tommy notices your hesitance and tries to warm you up the best way he knows how by placing gentle kisses on your neck, causing your mouth to drop open with a small gasp. He smirks when you react exactly how he was expecting you to. As he continues to kiss, his left hand snakes down your back and grips your ass.

“What if Ada hears …” you whine back, feeling pitiful at how easily you gave into his advances. Tommy hums against your neck before pulling his head out and easing his hand up to the small of your back.

“She’s a heavy sleeper, we’ll be fine,” Tommy breathed as he feels his straining cock twitch in his pants. With his hands on your hips, he turns you around so your back is flush against the front of his body.

“Hold on to the counter,” Tommy coos into your ear as he grabs your wrist with his strong hands and placed them onto the counter in front of you, “and keep your mouth shut.”

You anxiously grip the counter, involuntarily noticing your equally high levels of lust and consternation. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth when you feel Tommy’s hands begin to bunch up the back of your dress, appreciating the view of your ass with a low grunt. With his free hand, he hooks his finger into your panties and tugs them to the side, uncovering your holes for him.

Using the same hand, he runs his middle and ring finger between your folds while you already start to struggle staying quiet, he chuckles breathily as he feels your arousal spill onto his fingers.

“Do you always get this wet when men force themselves onto you?” Tommy groans as his fingers slide up towards your clit, rubbing small circles onto the sensitive nub from behind. Instead of answering, you can only moan for him while your core burns hotter with desire.

“Poor girl, so eager for cock she can’t even talk,”

With his hips pressed against your ass, he hastily yanks his pants down to free his member, it’s heat laying tantalizingly against your cheek. He grasps the base of his length and aligns it with your opening, forcing himself inside with one abrupt thrust.

You yelp unexpectedly at the fullness before biting your lip again, mumbling a few apologies as Tommy keeps his cock deep inside you before pulling out and slamming back into you.

With each thrust, the ability to stay quiet is growing more difficult. You continue to bite your lip so hard it may draw blood, but breathy whimpers still get punched out despite your best efforts.

“O-oh, fuck-“ you moan as you feel Tommy’s balls brush against your clit with every pump, taunting you with potential friction against your most intimate area.

Tommy changes his angle and slams into your spot head on with seasoned accuracy- clearly his various encounters with women have paid off.

“A-ah!” You sob loudly while your legs shake beneath you, nearly giving out if you weren’t currently white knuckling the countertop. Tommy groans against your neck, his hot breath sending chills down your spine.

“Quiet down, love,” Tommy growls into your ear as he clasps his hand over your mouth, his thrusts becoming deeper and more precise, “we wouldn’t want Ada hearing you.”

With a heavy hand silencing you, Tommy makes his thrusts harsher, almost painfully smashing into your cervix. He mumbles a few praises about how wet you are and how good you feel, your body buzzing from the approbation.

In the midst of ruining you, his hand slips away from your mouth and your needy whimpers can be heard along with Tommy’s heavy breaths. Not loud enough to disrupt Ada, but loud enough to be heard by anyone who could pass by the kitchen. The adrenaline and eroticism causes that intoxicating pressure to begin to build up inside you.

“What would she think, huh?” Tommy teases with a low groan, “seeing her astute friend become a filthy little dumb whore all for her big brother …”

“F-fuck-“ you cry out breathlessly as your sopping cunt flutters around his length, “‘s huge-“

Tommy laughs thinly while slamming into you, “too big for you, sweetheart? Can you feel it stretching out your cunt?”

“Y-yes, fuck-k!”

“(Y/N)?” Ada calls out tiredly from her room, “are you okay?”

Tommy halts his movements inside you, his tip pressing firmly against your spot. You let out a shaky pant before turning around slightly to peak at Tommy. He stares back at you with a cocked brow, silently commanding you to respond to her.

“I’m f-fine, sorry, just bumped my h-hip …” you stammer weakly, barely being able to think of an explanation let alone form a proper sentence while Tommy’s cock is still splitting you open.

Ada’s too tired to pry further, so she just takes you word for it. Once he knows the coast is clear, he slowly builds his thrusts up to that same deep, harsh pace.

“Only thing I told you to do was stay quiet, and you couldn’t even fuckin’ do that, have I fucked you stupid already?” Tommy scolds angrily as he locks a hand into your hair and yanks your head back towards him, the sting of the pull only pushing you closer to your orgasm.

“Uh-huh,” you mewl, the humiliation makes your cunt clench and weep around him greedily, your toes curling as your back arches against him.

“Maybe we should spend more time together, hm?” Tommy decides as he nips your earlobe from behind, licking the shell of your ear soon after, “you get to bitch and moan about how ambitious women are, and then I get to watch you go brainless on my cock. How’s that sound?”

You nod and whimper even though you’re ironically barely processing what he’s saying. Tommy can tell how wrecked you’ve become, and he doesn’t hesitate to relish in it.

“You were much too pretty for a career, anyway,” Tommy insisted as he felt his own orgasm begin to coil up inside him while his grasp on your scalp tightens, “the way your cunts gripping me right now … I think you were crafted for this, love …”

Your senses are overloaded with pleasure and you’re convinced you’ve never been fucked this good before. Sadly, just as Tommy expected.

“C-close,” you stutter as you feel yourself begin to tip over the edge while squeezing your eyes shut tightly. Tommy chuckles and continues the same pace, sneaking one of his hands to the front of your body and placing the pads of his fingers directly onto your clit. Not rubbing, just leaving his digits there with firm warm pressure.

“That’s it, don’t think. Just drench my cock, baby,” Tommy growls as he feels your channel flutter around him. And with a few more pumps, you’re coming around his length. You nearly shout out before Tommy covered your mouth again, not wanting to give Ada a reason to get up and check what was going on herself.

After seeing and feeling your orgasm take over you, Tommy feels the pressure within him begin to burst. And just at the last second, Tommy slides his length out and shoots ropes onto you ass, making sure to not get any on your dress. He can be a gentleman, sometimes.

Once you’ve both ridden out your highs, only then does Tommy release his grip on your hair, both of your bodies achy and sweaty with exertion. He backs himself up and tucks his softening cock back into his pants.

Shakily, you turn around to face him, earning a genuine smile from him as he sees your post-orgasm fucked out expression. Cheeks flushed and eyes still glossy, he could get used to seeing this.

“How about we have another talk in the morning?” Tommy asks in a tone that you can’t exactly read, but judging by his expression and body language- you believe he’s being authentic. And you couldn’t lie, the thought of another ‘talk’ with Tommy is dangerously tempting.

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I hope I did this justice <\3 as much as I love dumbification I feel like I can’t write it properly :( I’m going to keep trying !! because if I’m anything it’s persistent lmao

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #hope y’all like this #:))

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vampiricgf · 2 days

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☆ BEDROOM HYMNS

ᝰ Astarion comes home from a night of hunting to find his darling lover needy and perfectly pliant to hear his idea of having another child together (repost from my old account)

f!reader, breeding, pregnancy, blood drinking, masturbation, fingering, teasing

Rain patters the roof, each droplet striking like a drop of metal against the terracotta though it’s not the only thing that robs you of sleep.

It’s been two years since the birth of your child. Two years of milestones, two years of putting all else on hold for the wonderful little girl that slep soundly just one room over. You may be horrifically biased but the two of you were lucky enough to have created what was possibly the most charming babe in all the realms. For Astarion you knew it was love at first sight.

The adoration he held for that child was next to nothing, it’s own category of madness and love. Recalling it brough the faintest whisper of a smile to your face as you turn over, groggily eyeing the glaringly vacant spot beside you in bed.

He’d gone hunting, as you both kept calling it long after no longer being in the wilds. It was just… familiar. And it kept curious little ears from asking too many questions that required as yet too complex answers. Hunting was easy to grasp and kept their shared befanged appearance from being something other than a simple trait of her fathers she was overjoyed to have. On days that ended with you feeling haggard and worse for wear he would ardently refuse to feed from you. This had been one such day.

One of many. How long had it been since you had more than a brief window to take advantage of if you wanted to indulge in each other? How long had it been since you felt your lovers teeth scrape the tender flesh of your neck, since the shivers of anticipation crawled down your spine?

Too long.

Familiar longing makes you squeeze your thighs together beneath the duvet, biting your fingers recalling previous trysts that had left you all but a puddle of water in his hands.

Gods only know how long he’ll be gone, and you know self pleasure is a quick path towards sleep.

As your mind drifts to vivid images of him your hand slips between your legs: the feel of his hair when you give it faint tugs while he languishes between your legs, the way his gaze becomes something predatory when he looks at you in a certain light and how it makes your heartbeat speed into a reckless gallop, the way his tongue feels against your skin-

Before the coil in your abdomen begins to tighten you hear it, the tell tale graon of the windowsill supporting his weight. In some faraway annoyance you remind yourself to tell him again that you have a perfectly functional front door.

For some reason you remain frozen beneath the covers, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end as you hold your breath. Even with your eyes closed you know hes there, even with lesser senses you can hear his snow soft footfalls, but even so his speed still catches you off guard. Gasping as he manuvers you onto your back, crouched over you with pupils blown so wide the crimson of his irises is barely visible.

“I take it you’ve had a good night?” you smirk, nearly preening against the feeling of his hands gripping your wrists gingerly to hold them on either side of your head.

“Hm it smells like you were having an even better one,” his voice comes out a playful whisper. Before you can react he brings one of your hands to his face, making heat blaze beneath your skin.

Your mouth falls open watching his tongue slide against the fingers that had been sliding through your own arousal not seconds before.The feeling of him taking your finger into his mouth, licking around the appendage in the most obscene way, makes your thoughts cloud and your heart pick up into it’s familiar racing tempo he conducts so effortlessly.

Your eyes follow a strand of glittering spit connecting your finger to his lips, so focused you nearly miss him speak.

“Won’t you tell your lover what was on your mind while you were touching yourself?”

Your voice cracks. “You.”

He gives a playful hmph before letting go of you, leaving your hand to fall dumbly against your sternum.

“Well, that was a given.” He leans down to press his face against the side of your neck, inhaling before pressing his lips to your feverish skin. “Any specific debauchery, though?”

You struggle for words, mentally grasping at air mid free fall as his hips press down to grind himself against you.

“Since the cats got your tongue I have proposition for you,” He breaths against your cleavage as he nuzzles his face over your heartbeat. As your breathing grows heavier he continues, making your own eyes widen as each word goes straight to your cunt.

“I think we should have another little vampling.”

It’s as if he yanks all the oxygen from the room, leaving you starved and struggling even harder, dizzy against the feeling of his erection pressing against you and the wave of emotion that threatens to overwhelm.

“Another?

“Mhm,” his tongue licks a fat stripe from between your breasts up the side of your neck.

All coherent thought has faltered for you, replaced by fractured urges as your hips buck up against him in response. You aren’t thinking about the practicality of another child, theres simply no room for it when your every sense is being crowded by each aspect of his presence above you.

Quickly the duvet is discarded, flung off your body and your nightdress hiked up to give him access to your now damp underwear. He takes full advantage, rubbing his tumb over your clothed clit and clearly enjoying the way it makes you give a little yelp, the way your legs jerk as if touched by live electricity.

“Can’t you just picture it? I know I can,” his fingers pull the thin fabric to the side, sliding easily through the mess of arousal between your folds as he whispers against your panting lips. “You looked so beautiful before, all swollen with child and milk. Radiant. Decadent.”

You’re reduced to primitive noises, speech completely failing now as he slides two fingers inside you, knuckles easily sliding past the relaxed muscles before he starts lightly scissoring them against the slick velvet of your walls. Your fingers twist against the fabric of his shirt at his back, teeth catching your bottom lip as you moan his name in choppy syllables.

Smugness and desire mingle in his expression as his lips devour yours, drinking down your noises and gasps as if you’re a fountain of the finest wine. Your hips move to grind against his hand as his thumb presses against your throbbing clit once more, keeping light, consistent pressure but no movement.

His habit of teasing always shone through.

But your impatience is infectious, and once he deems you sufficiently ready as quickly as possible his fingers withdraw and he leans back on his knees, undoing his trousers with fumbling fingers before mauvering to shimmy them off. The garment is flung into the murky depths of your bedroom floor as he cages you with one forearm, the other hand busy guiding the head of his cock through the mess between your legs before lining the head up and beginning the slow push inside.

It never fails to leave you lightheaded, no matter how many times you’ve taken him before. The way your body accommodates him so eagerly, the way he sits heavy inside you as inch by inch slots perfectly against your walls, the head of his cock brushing against the spot that turns your viscion to static the more stimulation he gives.

As if you were made for one another. You wholeheartedly believe it.

He gives you little time to adjust, rather immediately setting a deep, steady pace. His rhythm isn’t harsh or bruising, not even as he cages you with both arms now and as your uneven breathing mingles in the milimeter of space between your faces. Each pull out is deliciously slow, allowing you to feel every vein and curve before the push back has your fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

As the slick squealching fills the room, the sound of skin sticking to skin joining in some pornographic symphony, your legs come to wrap around his hips and your ankles lock behind him. Pressing lightly with your heels your urge him on, urge him to make good on his word and give you more.

He answers in kind, teeth nipping against your bottom lip as his pace picks up speed and he presses forward just enough to shift your legs even higher and give himself better access to hit deeper inside you. It makes you nearly wail, broken sounds now joining in the bedroom hymn and a particular urgency grips your body like a coil winding tight. Your breathing comes in wheezes as he presses even harder against you, cock hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and your mouth drop open in a silent wail, fingernails scraping against his back and your thigh muscles scream from the exertion of tensing so harshly.

The pressure of your cunt clenching around him in a vise grip makes choppy groans fall from his lips but his rhythm never falters as you crest the high of your orgasm, your moans taking on a higher pitch and your hips wriggling beneath his as his own keep their course driving into you again and again.

However, the barrage of mental images of you carrying yet another babe makes him devolve into a sloppy, broken pace rather quickly. It’s an urge, an ache he carries so deeply inside himself and he has to give this to you. Like a man posessed, acting on base desire his hand comes to cradle the back of your head and keep your steady as his fangs create their usual pinpricks against your neck before widening them as they find a home against your vein.

The taste of liquid metal explodes against his tongue at the same time his hips hit one final time against you before he can’t resist any longer, spilling ropes of thick, hot cum inside your greedy cunt. He can feel your equally warm blood smearing against his lips and chin as he messily laps at the side of your neck, keening like some pathetic animal as your walls massage his cock as if to take every last drop he has to give.

Wet sucking sounds and animalistic grunts replace the previous bodily meoldy, as the final, haunting notes on the decresendo of some sweeping piece. Your fingers move to tangle in the sweat damp hair at the nape of his neck, lightly caressing and encouraging him to have his fill.

You’ve always been so sweetly accommodating, it makes his fangs ache.

With a few more licks to help somewhat clean up the mess hes made of your throat, he lends back, pulling out of you with a gravelly sigh but keeping ahold of your thighs and maintaining the pushed up position of your legs.

Even with your eyes closed, impossibly heavy now from the exhaustion and afterglow, you can feel his eyes zeroed in on the sight of his cum dripping from you and you already know you’ll be left in a state beyond exhaustion by the time the early morning hours roll around.

But that was a problem for the near future version of yourself. Your lovers primal tendancies become your own, making your eyes crack open hungrily and hold him steady in your gaze.

The sight of him, still panting, lips slightly parted and your lifeblood smeared in wild tracks across the lower half of his face makes something click into place inside your head and your arms reach out for him once more.

As he wastes no time in pressing himself against you anew you can’t help the satisfied smile that lazily works across your features and bleeds into your kiss.

The strange symphony of your bedroom resumes anew, enveloping you both tightly as the rest of the world continues it’s unaware slumber.

#astarion smut #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion bg3 #astarion #astarion x female reader #astarion x tav #bg3 smut #dadstarion

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nina-ya · 2 days

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Law probably sleep with his head on your chest because it’s comfortable and warm and also because he can hear your heart beat and know that you’re still there

Awe wait stop this is so cute i know it in my heart that if law could, he would suffocate you in his sleep from just how tight he holds you

Law is definitely a cuddler when he sleeps. Law loves nothing more than having these moments with you. Feeling the rise and fall of your chest against his head is something that he truly does look forward to. Your heartbeat is serves a multitude of purposes to the raven haired man when he's trying to drift off to sleep. One of those purposes being to know that you are still here, alive, and breathing. And another being on those nights when he might be struggling just a bit too much, that steady sound of your heart grounds him and calms his thoughts enough to get him to sleep.

#nina responds~✦#trafalgar law x reader #law x reader

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cottonlemonade · 3 days

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hi!! could i get a medium warm milk with honey for here with kageyama

Night Routine With Your Husband

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To call your husband a “creature of habit“ would be an understatement. Tobio loved to have a steady routine after dinner, where he would do the dishes - since you cooked - while you dried and put them away. Meanwhile, you would talk about your day and ask how training went and if he was any closer to figuring out how to make the latest trick in his repertoire work.

When the kitchen was tidied, you would go for a little walk to the nearby convenience store, maybe sharing a small umbrella if the weather demanded it. On those days, Tobio would make sure that you were fully covered, while his shoulder would get soaked, but he didn’t care. Once your favorite snacks were retrieved, you’d stroll back home to retire to the couch and either watch a match or a movie while he lay his head on your plush thighs, munching on milk flavored pocky and probably not even paying attention to the TV because he was happy to be home with you.

You‘d run your fingers through his hair, playing with a little cowlick he never quite managed to smooth out.

On rough days after a particularly tiring match you‘d take a bath together, relaxing in silence and enjoying the soft smell of your favorite lavender bath salt. Afterwards, he‘d make sure to towel dry your hair gently, setting kisses on your shoulder, neck and lips and still blushing when his eyes strayed too far down, but keeping the thoughts tucked away for later.

If you were sleepy, he would easily lift you up to sit on the washing machine in the corner of the bathroom and hand you your toothbrush while he combed your hair.

On regular days you two joked around as he filed his nails above sink and you did your skin and hair routine in the meantime. You knew Tobio wouldn‘t want to admit it but it was quite obvious that he loved your hair oil and hand lotion - so you had devised a little trick to share it with him. Pretending the pump of the bottle was defective or the tube just splurged too much, you‘d playfully complain that it would be a waste to wash the unused rest off and so massaged the access oil into his scalp and the lotion into his hands.

He’d happily keep sniffing his palms when you went to bed and then pull you close, hugging you from behind, murmuring “I love you.“ as you both drifted off to sleep.

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a/n: this was so soft to write. I just 🥺 the whole time because he is so adorable! Thank you so much for the request and for putting these soft domestic husband Kageyama thoughts in my head. I hope you enjoyed it!

#sunnys cozy cafe #kageyama x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #kageyama tobio x chubby reader #kageyama tobio x reader #hq kageyama #kageyama x reader #haikyuu kageyama #kageyama tobio #kageyama fluff #hq fluff

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m-jelly · 2 days

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Hello Jelly! What about my favorite friends-to-lovers trope?

The reader and Levi are friends, but are secretly in love with each other. They act like a couple, but do not confess their love yet.

At the next sleepover, tired Levi and the reader fall asleep hugging each other and sleepy Levi accidentally says: “Sweet dreams, my love.” The reader hears this.

In the morning, she starts a conversation with him about this, which ends with a mutual declaration of love and lovemaking where Levi and the reader take each other’s virginities. NSFW of course ❤️❤️❤️

Love you ❤️❤️❤️

Sweet dreams, my love

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, uni life, romance, fluff, friends-to-lovers, smut, virginities, gentle smut, aftercare.

It's the next morning after Levi sleepily confessed his feelings. The two of you talk things out, leading to a sweet and gentle moment. As you start kissing you begin to explore each other.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a

@youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn

@bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @levistealeaf @notgoodforlife

@demonic-bird @searriously

You and your best friend had no lectures today, so you were meant to have a nice lie-in, but it was impossible. Last night as you drifted off to sleep you heard him say my love to you. So, you were sitting on the bed with Levi sleeping next to you as you thought things through.

Levi inhaled deeply and shifted on your bed. He opened his eyes and gazed at you. "Hey." He rubbed his eyes as he said your name. "Are you okay?"

You nibbled your lip as you thought things over. "Uh, well..."

He sat up and ruffled his hair. "You can tell me anything." He smiled at you. "We always tell each other everything."

You felt your cheeks heat up. "Last night before you fell asleep, you called me my love." You looked over at Levi as he went bright red. "Did you mean it? Does calling me love hold some meaning?"

Levi lowered his head. "Ah, shit...uh...I..." He released a long sigh. "I meant it. I've had feelings for you for a very long time. I've been deeply in love with you. I've wanted to say something, but we're best friends. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or lose you." He looked back at you. "That's why I've kept quiet and not said a thing. I love you. I love you very deeply, but I can't lose you."

"Levi."

He pulled back a bit. "I'm making you comfortable, aren't I? I'm one of those creepy guy friends."

You leaned over and kissed him before he could say more. "Levi, I love you too. I've loved you for a long time too, but I thought you didn't like me more than a friend." You referred to yourself. "I mean, look at me. I'm not much to look at. I don't turn heads at all. I'm always the girl people become friends with to get to the other girls. I'm the bridge. I get walked all over." You whined. "You're Levi Ackerman. You're incredibly attractive, smart and strong. You're popular here at uni. I'm...I'm not..."

Levi kissed you back, paused a moment before kissing you again with more passion. He softly spoke against your lips. "You are such a wonderful woman. I wish you saw yourself the way I see you. You're so cute, sweet, kind and smart. You take my breath away all the time. I'm madly in love with you." He ran his hand up your thigh and kissed you again. "Please don't say wicked things about yourself. You're amazing."

You linked your arms around his neck. "I want to be with you."

He slowly lay you down. "I want you too." He caressed your cheek. "You and me."

You hummed a laugh as he started kissing your neck. You shivered as he played with your top. "Oh, umm Levi?"

He lifted his head. "Mm?"

"I uh...I'm a virgin."

He gazed at you for a moment. "S-So am I...I uh...you...you want to? I-I mean we don't have to...I uh...I got a bit excited."

You pulled your shirt up a bit. "I want this. I want you. W-We'll take it slow, yeah?"

He nodded. "I w-won't last long."

"It's okay. I might experience pain."

He stopped kissing and stared. "I don't want to hurt you."

You pushed your shirt up a bit more. "It's normal."

"I'll try my best."

You smiled at him. "I trust you. Now, could you take my shirt off? I uh, don't have a bra underneath just to warn you."

He chuckled as he pulled your shirt off and saw your breasts spill out. "Stunning." He reached down and massaged your soft mounds. "It's normal to not wear a bra to bed, so there was no need to warn me." He leaned down and kissed you. "I must say, the warning does make sense because you're incredible."

You giggled. "Thank you." You hummed a bit. "Can I see you?"

Levi knelt up, pulled his shirt off and tossed it. "Umm."

You reached up and touched his chest. "Beautiful."

He leaned down and kissed you again. "Do...do you want me to touch you or taste?"

You covered your face with your hands. "Le-Levi."

He blushed. "I guess that's embarrassing to say, huh?"

You gulped hard. "Umm...touch 'cause I-I want t-to kiss you."

Levi pushed his hand down your body and into your panties, the two of you were breathing heavily due to nerves and need. "Talk to me, okay? Tell me everything."

You nodded as you gazed at him with a racing heart, he was so beautiful. You shivered when his finger brushed your pubic mound, he was so close to touching you where you needed it. A cute squeak came from you when he only lightly touched your clit. Pleasure shot through you causing you to clamp your thighs together.

Levi stopped moving and called your name. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

You whined a little. "I-I'm o-okay, it just...f-felt nice."

He blushed a bit. "O-oh, that's good."

"K-Keep going."

"S-sure." He moved his fingers against your clit and admired how you reacted to him. The gentle look he was used to from you was now replaced with a blissful one as you hummed and mewled in response. He watched as your chest rose a little. "You're so beautiful."

You hummed in response. "Li-little faster."

He nodded and moved his fingers a bit faster. "Like that?"

You gasped in delight. "Yes."

He leaned down and started kissing your neck and cheek. "You're so wonderful. My stunning girlfriend. I love you."

You cried out in pleasure when you felt a sudden rush. You covered your mouth with your hand and whined. "I can't believe I just...because of your words and touch..."

Levi chuckled. "It's cute."

"It's embarrassing."

He moved his fingers down and teased your opening. "You say that and yet I know I'll nut within a few minutes of being with you."

You pawed at his clothed erection making him hitch a breath. "You'll be incredible. You feel good."

He grinded himself against your hand as he pushed two fingers into your heat. "Fuck...so warm and wet."

You blushed. "Y-You speaking your mind while you're knuckle deep, huh?"

He blushed bright red. "S-Sorry."

You kept moving your hand on him and enjoyed how he rocked his hips. "Don't be sorry, you've always spoken your mind. Wow, you're thick, huh?"

He groaned. "Yes."

"Y-You should stretch your fingers."

He moved his fingers in a scissor-like movement and watched you whimper and mewl. "This okay?"

You nodded and shifted your body. "I-I've touched m-myself before, b-but your t-touch is different."

"Bad?

You moaned in delight. "Better. You shifted a little. "S-Slow."

He slowed his movements. "Like that?"

You hummed. "In and out, nice and slow. Perfect."

He kissed you and sighed. "You feel amazing."

You gulped hard. "A-Am I touching you r-right?"

He nodded. "You could touch me anywhere and it'd feel fantastic."

You slipped your hand into his boxers then moved your hand up and down on him. "So hot and heavy."

He grunted. "A-Ah. Shit, my mind is going crazy. I can't believe you're touching me." He shivered and grunted. "I want to be inside you."

You released Levi's cock. "Me too. I'm ready."

He dragged his fingers from you and sucked on his fingers. "Mm, you taste good."

"You fluster me so much."

He knelt up and searched your bedside drawer and found a box of condoms. He pulled out one and dropped it due to shaking hands. "S-Sorry."

You sat on your legs and grabbed a condom. "I've got this. I'm a bit less shaky."

He watched you open the packet before reaching over and dragging the condom down on his erect penis. "Mm."

You looked up at him and smiled. "There."

"Thank you." He caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers. "Are you ready?"

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I'm excited." You slowly pulled him with you as you lay on your back. "Levi."

He slipped your panties off and tossed them before parting your legs. He took his cock and ran it up and down before pressing in. "N-Ngh."

You gripped his shoulders and whined. "F-Feels weird."

"Y-You're right, it's different."

You gulped hard. "M-More."

He pressed in more and more, just a bit at a time. "U-Uh, love? Th-there's resistance. Relax."

You shifted a bit. "S-sorry." You took a few deep breaths. "Keep going."

He pressed in further and saw you clench up a little and pull a face. "Sorry."

You cupped his face. "Don't stop. Press in all the way."

He did as you asked and pressed in until he had nothing left to give you. He mewled a moment as he enjoyed your walls massaging him over and over. "You feel amazing."

You kissed Levi and purred. "You feel wonderful."

"Does it hurt?"

You shook your head. "N-No, just different. Can you move?"

He rubbed your cheek. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He dragged his cock back slowly and felt pleasure shoot through him, then he pushed back in causing you both to moan in delight. He went slow and sweet with you so you didn't experience pain or discomfort. He showered your face with kisses as he moved deep and slowly inside you.

You wrapped your body around Levi and pulled him against you so his body rubbed against yours. You purred as his pelvis rubbed against your clit adding more pleasure to the moment. You wiggled under him and squeezed your toes a moment. You felt pleasure take over from the strange feelings at the beginning.

You clenched up. "Levi, a little up."

He angled his hips a bit. "Like this?"

You mewled. "Tiny bit more."

He did as you asked. "This?"

You moaned in delight. "Yes, yes just like that. That feels so good." You dragged your nails across his back. "Levi."

Levi couldn't believe he was making love to his best friend whom he's been madly in love with for a while. He kept gazing at your pleasure-filled face to remind himself that he was balls deep inside you. He tried hard to think of something to distract him a little, to stop him from finishing, to help him last a little longer.

He gripped the pillow below your head as he held back. He panted and moaned your name. "Ha, ha, ha, mm, ngh, fuck."

You dragged your nails over his back. "Levi. Don't stop."

He panted and grunted. "F-Fuck."

You leaned your head back. "I'm going to cum."

He moved as much as he could, but he was on the cusp of cumming as well. "M-Me too. S-sorry."

"It's okay! I'm so close! Almost there!" You threw your head back when you felt the snap. "Ah!"

Levi grunted when your pussy walls massaged him. He moaned your name and pressed his cock deep into you as he came hard. The two of you enjoyed your first joint orgasm together. Your bodies burned with pleasure as you both stopped moving together and settled in each other's arms.

Levi lifted his head and kissed you. "Are you okay?"

You nodded. "I'm wonderful."

"Promise?"

You giggled and caressed his cheek. "No lies. We tell each other the truth." You kissed him and hummed. "You had nothing to worry about, you were wonderful."

"Does it hurt or ache?"

You hummed in thought. "Bit of soreness, but I'm okay. Are you okay?"

He whined. "I wished I could last longer."

"Practice makes perfect."

He blushed. "You want to?"

You nodded. "I do and it feels like you do." You giggled as he glanced down. "You're still hard."

He nuzzled the crook of your neck and whined. "I'm a pervert."

You played with his hair. "I don't think you are, but there is nothing wrong with it if you are." You giggled. "I am. I've thought of a lot of naughty things."

"I'm learning a lot about you." He kissed you over and over again. "I love you."

"I love you too."

He dragged himself out of you. "I'll clean you and help you."

Levi ran around your place as he cleaned up himself quickly. He raced back with his arms full of things. A few things fell causing you to giggle and him to chuckle a bit. He sat down, cleaned up your legs, and then helped you into your clothes. As soon as you were dressed, he wrapped a blanket around you and held you.

Levi kissed you and hummed in happiness. "I love you."

You smiled at him. "I love you too."

He helped you drink some water before he started feeding you some snacks. "Do you want to watch something?"

You picked up your controller and put something on you both loved. "Do you want something to drink?"

Levi downed some of his drink then he held you tightly. "Thank you. You're my everything, you know?"

You gazed longly at him. "And you're mine."

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White Ferrari — nrk : street racer + jealous ki ✉ wc : 1k

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: "So I hit the road in overdrive, baby, oh"

Niki wanted to sleep; that's all he wanted to do, but the race hadn't even started yet.

"Bro, are you ready or not?" Louder than the roaring car engines, Jake's voice jolted Niki from his dissociative state.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming" he replied, sheepishly walking over to the white Ferrari F40 waiting for him. He had plenty of racing cars, and he usually wouldn't even use this one, hoping to keep it in one piece as street races didn't always end in his favor, but it was your favorite out of his selection and you were watching, so it only made sense to use it.

He hops in the car, not before raising his eyebrow at you and smirking.

Starting the car, the engine's loud. One of the perks of owning a sports car.

He drives it into position as the cars sit on display at the side of the road. Waiting, he watches you through the passenger window. Not noticing him, you get stuck in a conversation with a guy he doesn't know.

Tall, dark hair, and a dragon tattoo on the side of his neck, leaning on a 2018 Mclaren spider. It was a nice car visually, but it looked brand new, and it's uncommon to see such shiny cars in underground street races. Those who do bring new cars into street races often aren't very good at racing because they're only there to show off.

And maybe it was just jealousy talking, but Niki was ripping this poor boy to shreds in his head; you didn't even like Mclaren's or tattoos. So the dude was out of your league anyway.

"Race starts in 5 minutes!" Somebody shouted in the distance. The boy said goodbye and winked as he got in his car and drove right up next to Niki.

He's not even all that cute... Niki thought

Before he knew it, the race was starting.

As Niki blew you a kiss, the Mclaren boy started revving his engine, probably to get your attention.

Childish? Perhaps, but as he gripped his steering wheel and with a tense jaw, Niki revved his car, which not only grabbed your attention but also everyone else's considering It was twice as loud. The boy shot him a side glance, to which he responded with a smirk.

The countdown started, and when the flag went up, Niki sped past everyone quickly, taking sharp turns and drifting left and right. Naturally, he'd be competitive with everyone racing, but right now all he cared about was beating the stupid McLaren.

The boy lost sight of Niki, but he was desperate to win.

He sped up as much as he could, passing by some Mustangs and old Corvettes.

Watching the TV broadcasting it on the sidelines, you assumed Niki would have some actual competition for once. The McLaren is a famously fast car, and the boy was still losing against Niki.

At this point, the rest of the racers were lost in the background, as Niki and the boy were the only two near the end.

Niki was familiar with this track—it's a common one with tight turns and lost alleys they'd have to navigate.

McLaren, on the other hand, was not.

He finally made his way in front of Niki. Smirking he started looking at the Ferrari in his review mirror, not realizing there was a sharp turn in front of him. He continued to speed up and once he finally returned his eyes to the road, he panicked.

He was going too fast to slow down in time and he wasn't very experienced with racing so drifting was out of the question.

He turns his wheel as fast as he can, the front of the car being fine but the rear smashed into the barrier, ruining the headlights and smashing the trunk hood into itself.

He managed to not totally crash but he was devastated.

Meanwhile, that was happening Niki took his chance to drift in front of him and speed to the finish line.

Niki wins with the McLaren following suit.

You run up to his car as he steps out, throwing your arms around him in congratulations as you would after each race. Niki kisses the top of your head as McLaren boy gets out of his car looking pissed.

An older man came running to him and started shouting

"How could you do this?? Huh? Are you dumb? You were supposed to win."

"I know but I-"

"No buts. You lost to the one man you came here to beat AND you fucked my car up. Wait till your mother hears about this."

You look at Niki in shock as he's still looking at the boy, slightly smirking. "It wasn't even his car he was showing off" Niki says followed by a chuckle "I knew he gave off daddy's money vibes when we were talking" You mentioned

"Anyway, I won as per usual, time to go home" Niki says as he opens up the passenger door for you to step in. You laugh, all while McLaren boy is staring at Niki in defeat.

The second you got home, you guys changed into pj's, Niki pulled you into bed, plopped himself on top of you, asked "Did you find him cute at all", and when you answered, "No, baby. Not even a little bit" he was content, he smiled, shared an "I love you" and fell for a long-awaited sleep.

"I love you too, ki"

@ Aii-ki

note : Sorry if this is bad, wrote it in one day so it's not very thought over ! Anyway, Niki street racer brain rot

#enhypen #nishimura riki #nishimura #riki x reader #enhypen riki #enhypen niki #niki enhypen #aiiki

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irvinis replied to your post "Among other things...”

@ingravinoveritas Don't you think Michael had time to imagine for a second that this was really an epitaph and David had to say it (regardless of the context in which it was all presented as a joke)? The moment he wipes away his tears. Apparently, this is something very British, but at Michael’s age, after Covid... I don’t think such thoughts did not occur to him.

@irvinis Oh, absolutely. I think it definitely was that very British thing of feeling a lot of powerful emotions and trying to deflect from them with humor. I also wouldn't be surprised if this made Michael think of when he was in New York and very sick with Covid in 2021 and David was checking in on him on a daily basis. Or maybe much more recently, when Michael was ill at the beginning of March and missed several performances of Nye. With Michael being in London, it could be that David was checking in on him again, but this time in person. Bringing Michael tea, or rubbing his shoulders, or sitting close to him in bed and reading as he drifts off to sleep.

I feel like these are the moments that would bring that tear to Michael's eye. The moments that make you think about mortality and who you want there with you when things get really hard. And a eulogy is meant to be delivered by a loved one--someone you're close with, someone who could easily speak for you. Someone who knew you the best. And Michael chose David to be that person.

So yes, I think Michael's tears here were bittersweet. Mostly humor, but with just a tinge of sadness mixed in. And the comfort of knowing that he would never have to worry about a eulogy as long as David was the one giving it...

#irvinis #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #a lot of things about that video were very telling #i love that normally David is the one with the shy sweet smile and blushing #and now it's reversed #like a schoolboy with a crush #or in love #i think Michael has been telling us exactly who he is for a long time now #at this point the subtext might as well be a billboard #ineffable lovers #discourse #gif by me

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dontbesoweirdkira · 2 days

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“Did you sleep well? Don’t lie to me, I watched you.”

¡Yandere!Dark Raiden mk11

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy. I’m sorry I haven’t ever written Raiden and so if it’s a little off…no it isn’t. Lollll I’m going to replay mk11 so I can get more into his character. But there’s a serious lack of mk11 Raiden fics??? Like what is going awn??? Y’all don’t like granddaddy??

Warnings: Yandere/Toxic themes, mentions of kidnapping, violence, threats, sleep watching…

Requests: open 24/7

Masterlist

Raiden isn't someone who finds himself resting much of his own. There’s too many things that he has to attend to and so much of his time would be wasted if he slept most nights.

Besides who would watch over earthrealm and you if he was fast asleep…

Actually he just prefers to watch over you at night. Someone else can handle the latter but..you are far too precious for him to not protect.

Usually he’ll wait a few hours or so after you’ve finally dozed off. Giving you plenty of time to drift into a deep slumber so you cannot be disturbed by him, creeping into your bedroom.

It’s fairly enjoyable for Raiden to watch you rest. You are a very delightful sleeper. You don’t often move around or snore much. When you do make noise it is usually a sweet mummer or giggle.

It’s a huge contrast to during the day when you would be by his side. You were a very timid person and rather fidgety. Raiden understands just how intimidating he can be, but he had hoped you’d come around to it. That you’d understand his demeanor wasn’t personal against you.

He craves your affection and he’s seen how you truly are with others. He doesn’t mind your real personality, any more than the next man would. So if you’re worried he may think lowly of you for being energetic, he won’t. On top of that, he just doesn’t know how to be more inviting.

He absolutely despised how comfortable you were with other people compared to him. You’re not even this shy with his brother, Fujin.

Eventually Raiden had enough of it and decided to forcefully make you comfortable with him. No longer are you allowed out of his home or to socialize outside of him.

(Yeah that made you waaayy more comfortable 🙄)

He now has you all to himself and no one else has the right to your smile anymore.

Unfortunately though the only times you smile at now is when you are fast asleep, dreaming up your own perfect world.

Raiden didn’t mind this too much, it was enough for him just to watch over you. A little while longer and he’s sure you’ll get used to him.

The only thing that could make this any better is if he had the ability to see into your dreams.

What exactly were you dreaming of? Him? Tonight you seemed to smile more than usual, so delusionally he figured it had to be about him. Or maybe you’re thinking of the children you’ll have with the thunder lord.

He almost chuckled to himself as he proudly pondered the idea of the two of you teaching your children how to safely wield their powers. How cute it would be when they'd play tricks on you, of course he’d scold them but it would be kind of cute…

Before he could go any further into thought, your beautiful voice broke the silence—

“Heh…I wish we could have fun like this all the time..”

Could you read his mind? Were you dreaming about what he was thinking of?

The lord, becoming increasingly more intrigued by your dream, leaned in closer. Hoping for you to speak once more..hoping that it was true.

It would be just the confirmation he needed. You dreamt about a life with him, which means all of this was the right choice. You’re finally coming around sooner than he’d previously thought.

“Mmm..Johnny~”

What did you just say..?

Is that why you’re so happy tonight? It’s because of that imbecile??

Hearing you flirtatiously coo the other man’s name ‘Johnny’ was like poison to Raiden’s ears. Something sinister entered his body and before he knew it a fierce thunderstorm of emotions began to brew deep in his veins. Electric red currents started circulating his body as he stood up and towered over you. He tightened his balled fists until his knuckles grew pale white. With a tense jaw and a scowl that omitted a pure crimson color, he remained still. Not wanting to act out just yet in the height of his anger.

As much as Raiden was furious, he was also a devastated lover. You’ve betrayed him. He’s given you so much of himself only for another to occupy your mind…do you know just how much he’s put aside for you?? He’d risk all of earthrealm if it meant an eternity with you.

How DARE you…you will be punished for this. There was no way that Raiden would ever let these trifling feelings go without such.

And for that Johnny…..”Cage volume iii” isn’t going to be coming out anytime soon…

It was as if you could suddenly sense the shift of energy in the room. The warm, cheeky smile ran cold and a bolt of terror struck your core.

Tossing and turning, trying to get away from the darkness that started to overwhelm the dream, you cried out.

“….j-johnny…please help me. He’s going to find me and take me away. Please- that monster is going to get me—”

Jolting up in a cold sweat, your heart sank deeper into your chest after you noticed the narrow, crimson eyes above you.

Frantically you began to speak..

“R-Raiden?! What are—-“

“Did you sleep well? Don’t you even think about lying to me, I watched you.”

Raiden’s voice is as low as it was venomously commanding.

A beat, which felt like years, passed as you mustered up an answer to him. You were currently still too tired and distraught to even know what exactly pissed off Raiden.

“…I-I’m sorry Lord Raiden but I don’t really know what’s going on—“

“BE SILENT, Y/N!.” Raiden’s voice boomed throughout the entire tower, followed by a rumbling of thunder from outside.

From what was just a minute ago, a nice cool night turned into a heavy thunderstorm with heavy winds.

“You think of me as some kind of monster?!…” Raiden scoffed, his once balled fist turned into a sharp point of the finger.

“I understand that your feeble, human mind cannot even comprehend all of the things that I’ve been protecting you from…all of the devotion I’ve dedicated to you. But for you to blatantly disrespect your master is something I never expected from you.”

“ You’ve committed such disgusting sins….you need to be cleansed.”

“Wha- Raiden? I-I don’t understand. What did I do?.” Your eyes began to swell with tears and your voice became an unsteady mess

Raiden sneered down at you.

“Hmhp. Your pleas will not save you, my love. When I’m done with you, Johnny’s name will be scrapped from your memory and you will learn how to become properly devoted to me….and only ME.”

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ghostofaboy · 2 days

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Personal Armor

Summary: Danse muses about what he likes about Nate and his thoughts drift to Cutler.

Pairing: Danse/Cutler (past) Rating: General | Word count: 546

Notes: My first time writing for Fallout. This has not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes. This is a fic with mentions of gay/bi characters. Dividers: @saradika-graphics

If he had to put it into words, Danse would say he wished he had Nate’s way with people. While he knew he could command troops in battle and give informative debriefs, Danse knew he struggled when it came to forming connections and relationships. He thought he could remember a time when he was younger when it was easier, but when he really took the time to focus on those memories one cold night while he watched Nate talk yet another settlement into joining the Minutemen, Danse realized that it was all Cutler.

Back in Rivet City, Cutler had been the one who always made the deals, made the friends, talked to security on the rare occasions that the pair ran a foul of them. Perhaps that had been why Danse felt so drawn to the strange vault dweller he often found himself travelling with now. Nate reminded him of Cutler.

Not physically, of course. At would have been too much, even after all this time. But Danse could see it now in Nate’s mannerisms, his attitude and his sense of humor. Danse would smile to himself sometimes as he realizes that they would have gotten along so well.

But it also makes him sad, just as thinking about Cutler always does. So Danse stopped thinking about Cutler and decided to think about Nate instead.

He thought about the way Nate laughs and the way he goes out of his way to talk to everyone when he arrives in a settlement. How he goes off on odd personal missions of behalf of people he barely knows in exchange for caps or junk. How he looks when he’s exhausted as the sun starts to dip below the horizon and the sky begins to get dark.

Nate is charming, easily striking up conversation, and Danse has found himself on more than one occasion telling him all about Cutler. Even the end. Even though it still hurts like it was yesterday. And Nate did what Nate does best and talks to Danse. About his wife, about his worries, about how he’d like to build a life.

But amazingly, Nate also listened. He listened as Danse starts to awkwardly share personal information. He listened with that beautiful smile on his handsome face, while Danse remembered fun moments with Cutler he’d long pushed into the back of his mind. He listened with a hand on Danse’s own, while Danse laughs louder and longer than he had in a long time.

After Nate had gone to sleep, Danse found himself watching him, wondering if there could ever be something more between them. He’d never dared open up that side of himself, not since Cutler. Their last night together had been rushed, with neither of them realizing it would be the last time they would touch each other, hold each other, love each other.

The next day Cutler had gone out on that damn patrol and Danse’s world had changed forever. As Nate sleeps, Danse knows that he wouldn’t survive going through that again. Perhaps that’s why he won’t make the first move. Why he knows it will have to be Nate that will have to pursue him. Because he can’t bring himself to step out of the shell he’s crafted around himself.

#paladin danse #male sole survivor #fallout 4 #fo4 #danse fo4 #danse fallout 4

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vampirehoon · 6 hours

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txt reactions when you fall asleep on a couch (_ _ ) z Z

a/n ✧ this is my first try at group reactions and i hope they’re ok. i would love to do more of these with requests of what to do. i would gladly take requests (also thank you for the likes!)

✧ YEONJUN

he’d been showering before he’d join you to watch a movie together but he took longer than you expected.

he found you fast sleep on the couch, pillows propping your head up and a blanket draped over your legs and waist.

ofc this man would find you very adorable, covering his wide smile as he fondly takes a pictures to stop himself from saying how cute you are out loud (he doesn’t want to wake u up.. yet)

he’d leave you to tidy up your bedroom so he could wake you up and take you to bed.

insisting he hold you bridal style back to bed, you held onto him weakly and he brought you to bed safely.

you two got cozy in bed, in each other’s arms, and yeonjun’s smile didn’t fade even after falling into deep sleep beside.

✩ SOOBIN

soobin promised you that the two of you would head back home before your heels would cause you pain.

the party and you and soobin went to was amazing and lively but at what cost when you could feel the blisters developing on the back of ankle

soobin found himself deep in a conversation with a friend of his and you found a soft couch to land on and take off your heels.

the couch felt like heaven and your feet felt way better that you drifted to sleep on the couch.

soobin ended the conversation, knowing that’s it late and he should get you home and when he finds you on the couch asleep, he doesn’t want to disturb you.

he brings a chair beside you, as you took up all of the small couch, and admired you silently. he’d ease you awake by playing with your hair.

he’d eventually get you fully awake, carry you (along with your heels) to the car, and head home to sleep properly.

✧ BEOMGYU

you and beomgyu travelled to place similar to ikea to browse furniture and also to mess around

you and beomgyu faking a dinner in a simulation kitchen and laughing when he hit his head with a cabinet (you felt bad but couldn’t stop laughing)

it baffles you how fast you got exhausted with him, and it didn’t help when beomgyu invited you to test out some couches

he’d stretch his arms out to you, whining“lay with me”, and you’d roll your eyes and join him.

he made them really comfortable and the third one, beomgyu joked if you both could lay here for a minute or so.

so he did and it didn’t help you at all, your blinks got heavy and you didn’t want to fall asleep in a store but you did

beomgyu could tell you feel asleep when he moved his head and you held him tighter.

he thought you were absolutely adorable, and totally would buy the couch now so he wouldn’t have to move you or disturb your nap.

he said to you he’d love to snuggle at home as he woke you back up.

✩ TAEHYUN

taehyun had an opportunity to take you along with him to a friend meet up dinner.

the place you ate at was really elegant and the food was really delicious.

a bit too delicious that you ate more than you normally would.

food coma hit you as soon as taehyun and his friends excused themselves from the table to go to the bathroom. you were left in the booth alone where you all sat - absolutely full.

you only rested your head down on the seat to rest but you ended up falling asleep.

and it seemed like you were drunk because you were out cold and one of taehyun’s friends asked if he had let you drink.

which he laughed at, and gave you a bit more time to sleep. you can’t sleep there forever and taehyun knew there was a way more comfortable bed waiting for you at home.

taehyun woke you up and adorned a smile, softly speaking to you. “let’s get you home cutie.”

✧ KAI

you and kai had spent a good chunk of the afternoon building a couch you got from ikea

many troubles of finding pieces and having to double check lead to being very tired.

you built it and enjoyed the couch in its glory, sitting and then stretching along the cushions

kai thought drinks would be refreshing after this hard work so he excused himself to go get some from the kitchen.

he spent a bit deciding whether water or lemonade would be more refreshing and ultimately picked water.

he came back and saw that you fell asleep and he found it endearing. he understood and was curious for himself of how comfortable this couch was.

without hesitation, and with the same fatigue, kai joined you on the couch and fell asleep beside you.

opening his eyes later to bring you into his chest so you could snuggle better.

#vampireh𝜗𝜚n #txt headcanons #txt x reader #soobin x reader #yeonjun x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #huening kai x reader #txt fluff #txt reactions

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coryosbaby · 2 days

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𝑀𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑀𝓎 𝐻𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹

Ramsay Bolton x fem! Reader

Content warning . Acts of manipulation, arranged marriage, Stockholme syndrome, nsfw. Reader is implied to be plus sized but perceive her however you want. 18+, MDNI !!

*. ੈ♡*ੈ⸝⋆

Ramsay Bolton was never someone you intended to love, but it wasn’t long after your arranged marriage that you started to fall for him.

As much as you hated to say it, the man had a specific… softness for you. You knew deep down that it was probably a manipulation tactic to make you more vulnerable towards him, but it was working like a charm, no matter how hard you tried to stop it. When you were both asleep in your chambers— see, he had had a room specifically designed for you to both sleep in the same bed— you would curl up onto his chest, sleepily smacking your lips and muttering a “g’night, Ramsay,” as you drifted off into slumber.

A slumber that you always felt safe in, for some strange reason.

Ramsay would only hum, his grip around your waist almost possessive even as you both slept. If you got too uncomfortable when staying in that position for too long, you would flip over. Ramsay would soon follow suit, his arm slinging itself over your waist, mumbling something like, “keep still, pup,” as he pulled you close against his chest. That was your routine every night after the first month, curled up in each other’s embrace.

During the day he would go hunting. You didn’t dare ask what he hunted for, though you had a vague suspicion. You didn’t mind the handmaidens gossiping around you so you could learn more about your husband, and so far, it wasn’t anything good. Not that there was anything good that you heard to begin with—It was no secret what Ramsay Bolton did behind closed doors. When he would come back from a hunt, he would be giddy, proud, caked in blood and gore, an almost violent smile on his face. You would smile back at him, glancing up with sweet eyes as he pulled you into his arms. He would kiss you hard on the mouth, hands traveling down to the hem of your dress— “Shouldn’t I get a reward for my hard work, lady wife?”— and then he would bend you over the nearest surface and make you cum on his cock for hours, ridding you of any apprehension or thought.

You didn’t mind these things. You were married, after all, and Ramsay Bolton was definitely skilled in a lot of aspects. This included playing your body like a violin, rubbing and licking and pushing in ways that made you squirm. He loved to be in between your thighs and eat your cunt like a man starved, or thrust his fingers into your needy hole until you were releasing messily all over his mouth. He’d bend you in half instead of over on a lot of nights, putting all his weight on top of you so you couldn’t move away from him.

So you couldn’t escape him.

There were hardships sometimes. Ramsay would be in a very angry mood, and you would do something very minor and it would upset him— he’d yell at you, call you names and laugh in your face when you began to cry, or he’d scream some more if you decided to snap back at him. But it was all because he was a blind person when he was angry; you didn’t try and judge him too harshly for that. He had a long fuse when it came to you, compared to the others.

Regardless, he would always return to you the night of the argument, covered in blood once again, with apologies on his tongue and a gift on occasion. Like the wolf pup he had gifted you on your twentieth name day— “A protector for when I’m not around. You look so perfect when you smile, my beautiful girl.”— or his head between your thighs. Whichever worked, really.

When he asked you to accompany him on a hunt one day, your eyebrows had raised in surprise. What could he have awaiting in those woods for you to shoot down with a bow and arrow? You wondered about it, and honestly dreamed of the day when you as a lady would have the freedom to learn the ways of hunting. But when you got there, there was no prey to be found.

None except you, of course.

It wasn’t as scary as it sounds. Ramsay had left his weapons behind, which you noticed once you got a decent way into the woods. Such a ditzy little thing you were, always in your own world and too far gone to even notice. Ramsay had told you to run, that you were both playing tag. When you were It, he had shoved you down onto the forest floor and lifted up your skirts, a growl evident in his throat as he claimed you.

“Mine.”

You had came back to the castle, shy, your dress’ bodice ripped from Ramsay’s rough manhandling. No one said a thing, and Ramsay gave you the reward of keeping his cock warm while you slept.

When you bathed, he loved to watch you. You never understood why, but you assumed it may have been some weird sort of intimacy that only Ramsay Bolton would want with his partner. He would sit in a seat reserved just for him, and he would watch your body sink into the water, bare breasts supple and soaped. He would watch the curve of your ear as you pushed your wet hair out of your eyes and the Cupid’s bow above your lip. Sometimes he loved to admire the thatch of hair between your legs, covering the place he loved most, or the soft tummy you had grown to have because he fed you good, hearty food.

Other times, he would listen to the tinkling of your laugh as he told you something that was funny. He would pass on his information of Philosophy and the fine arts which Roose had forced him to learn, and he would adore how excited you got when he taught you these things. It seemed like everytime, eyes wide with fascination, you would bloom, like a pretty orchid or a wild rose.

Ramsay swooned when you presented your psyche to him this way, but you never knew that unless he told you such.

One night he had even helped you bathe. He had gathered a sponge and a bar of soap, had asked quietly if he could do the work for you. You had been exhausted from the previous day and had nodded your head, sighing in content when he begun to gently rub the sponge over your back. He had ran it over your shoulders, arms, thighs, every nook and cranny just to watch the contortions of your form. He had washed you off, and with a soft voice as sweet as honey, began to speak.

“Do you trust me?”

You didn’t know how to reply to him, though you knew answer already.

“Yes.”

He had tilted his head, something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place. He resumed his tasks, now moving on to massage your scalp with soft fingers. He had gently pushed your head under the water so he could rinse your hair, and his hands had held you under. Not forcefully, it seemed, but he wanted to.. keep you there. And you let him. Your body relaxed against the warmth of his hands and the waves, and it was then that you realized he could hurt you at any moment. Drown you, hold you under and water board you, beat your head against the tub until your brain splattered to mush.

But he didn’t. And as you stared at him, eyes wide through the water, watching his blue eyes staring back at you, you knew then that you were completely and utterly fucked.

You hated yourself for it, for this revelation that overcame you in that moment: You were basking in this man, in the complete darkness that was Ramsay Bolton. You didn’t know how or why it became this way, but you liked your husband, big and strong, there to keep you and hold you and gift you small trinkets and whisper sweet nothings. It was almost too much.

But that night, you curled up onto his chest anyway, like a kitten, purring in a soft lilt, “I love you, Ramsay.”

He had squeezed your hand tight, a small smile on his face. This is exactly what he wanted.

“I know you do, little dove.”

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CHARACTERS: 2010 Tom & f!reader

CONTENT: ANGST + FLUFF + SMUT

WARNINGS: yelling, metions of ass slapping and hair pulling, p in v (doggy style my favorite style)

A/N: i had many feelings writing this also this one's kinda short and I'm mad

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You were never the one to try new things. You liked the things you did and never wanted to try new things. You just wanted to sleep, watch TV, and eat. That's it. While Tom on the other, was the exact opposite. Tom always loved to try new things. Go on walks, work out, and be productive.

One day, you were sat on Tom's lap, trying to learn how to play the guitar. His hand was over yours, guiding it to where it needed to. He was teaching you the C chord.

"Come on, darling. You gotta try." He said, his tone having a bit of impatience in it. You groaned, reluctantly learning.

"Ugh Tom, I don't wanna learn." You said, your hands dropping to your sides.

Tom was on hanging on by a thread. His patience wearing thin but he pushed through for you because he loved you.

After a few hours of trying, you never picked up on it and was being lazy overall. Tom was done with you and your attitude. He threw the guitar on the couch and stood up abruptly, causing you to almost to fall on the floor and hit your head on the table.

"I'm done. I'm done! You don't wanna learn? Then, don't. Fucking. Learn." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. You immediately felt bad. He just wanted you to learn guitar.

"I've had it up to here with you. You are the most fucking laziest girl I've ever met. You never wanna do anything, you never wanna try something new. It's so fucking annoying!" He raised his voice, the irritation clear in his voice. You felt a stinging sensation happen behind your eyes.

"I don't know how I survived so long with you. I am tired of your goddamn whining. I've been trying to seem like I care but I don't know if I do anymore." He was going on on but all you could think about was, is he going to leave?

"I-I'm sorry.." You said, tasting the saltiness of your tears on your tongue. He kept yelling at you as if he didn't hear your apology. Your eyes stung, your lungs hurt, your body was shaking. The thought of him leaving kept running through your head. You didn't want him to leave.

"I'm gonna go take a walk. I need air." He muttered, slamming the door on his way out.

You just sat, still shocked at what happened. You look over to the guitar and gently picked it up with shaky hand. You pressed your fingers on the strings and started gently strumming.

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After about an hour, he came back. He heard the sound of guitar playing and his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. He followed the sound to find that it's coming from y'alls room.

He slowly opened the door to find you on the bed, softly playing the guitar. His face softened watching you. Did you really learn for him?

He slowly walked in front of you watching you play. It only took you a few minutes before realizing he was standing in front of you.

"Oh! I-I'm so sorr-" He cut you off with a kiss, his hands cupping your face. It caught you off guard but you slowly kissed him back, your arms going around his neck.

His hands moved from your face to your waist, lifting you up slowly onto his lap. He broke the kiss, his soft brown eyes looking into yours.

"Look, I'm sorry for yelling. I-I.. I just wish you could try new things. But, I understand that you like things just the way they are." He said, guilty of making you cry. He gently wiped away your tears, his thumbs rubbing over your soft cheeks.

"It's okay. I forgive you." You said, looking up at him. He smiled, leaning down and kissing you again, this time a little bit more passionate.

As you guys kissed, his hand slipped under your shirt drifting up towards your bra. Once he unclipped it, he took it off and tossed it on threw it on the floor. He pushed you back on the bed gently, straddling you in the process. His lips never left yours.

He took your bottom lip in between his teeth and tugged. You let out a soft whimper. He took off his shirt, taking yours off soon after. He flipped you over on your stomach, lifting your hips up. You buried your face into the pillow, muffling your moans. Your blood was pounding in your ears but you could still hear the faint rip of foil. You didn't even have a chance to breathe before he entered you with a sharp thrust. You let a cry of pleasure, tears stinging your eyes.

"Holy shit.. Goddamn you're tight.." He groaned, adjusting to your tightness. You bit your lip, stifling the moans that threatened to release. No matter how many times you guys would do this, you would never be able to adjust to his size.

After a few minutes, he found a good rhythm. The sound of his grunts and your moans filled the air. Now, this wasn't just love making. No. This was pure, rough, fucking. He didn't hold back, he slapped your ass until it matched a fucking strawberry. He pulled and pulled on your hair until you met his gaze, which was filled lust.

He released your hair as you buried your face in the pillow. You saw white as your orgasm washed over you, crying out in the process. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you a limp on the bed. He got rid of the condom and cleaned himself up before laying next to you on the bed, pulling you onto his chest.

He rubbed your back as you talked about something random until your voice slowly drifted off as you started falling asleep. Tom noticed this and thought it was adorable. Once you fully were asleep, he kissed your forehead and tucked you in.

He wrapped his arms around you and slowly drifted off to sleep well a faint smile on his lips.

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Dick didn’t remember drifting off to sleep, but he was rudely awakened by a spike in alpha aggressiveness and someone inconsiderately yanking the pup from his arms. Dick growled instinctively, but the voice that growled back was a lot deeper and a lot angrier.

He fought to get his eyes open, and then scrambled all the way up when he realized he was being loomed over by four alphas in orange-and-black.

Right. The creepy beta. Deathstroke’s pack. The bites.

Dick tried not to shiver as he noticed he was still half-naked in comparison to the fully dressed alphas, but all of the enhanced mercenaries caught his twitch.

“What the fuck kind of game is this?” Deathstroke hissed, Respawn tucked under his arm.

Not in rut anymore. Good to know.

“What makes you think I know?” Dick snapped back, voice hoarser than he’d like. The room was still thick with the scent of alpha aggression and Dick felt...unclean. Unsafe. Alone and unprotected. “I was locked in here, same as you.”

He didn’t realize he was reaching to bonds that were no longer there until he ended up brushing the ones that were.

There was another spike of anger as the alphas responded to the motion.

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” Deathstroke snarled. “This is just the kind of game a hero would set up. What is this supposed to be, some kind of rehabilitation attempt? Did they think that if you seduced your way into our pack, that we’d give up our jobs?”

“Seduced?!” Dick spluttered in growing indignation. He’d wanted no fucking part of this, and especially not being claimed by Deathstroke and his pack.

“What do you call drugging us into rut to get us to bite you?” Ravager shoved forward to snap in Dick’s face and Dick growled back, ignore the prickle of fear of stand his ground. He was not going to be pushed around by a pack of mercenary alphas.

Even if they were all stronger than him. Even if he was exhausted to his bones. Even if all he wanted to do was curl up in a small ball and cry.

“And how do I know this isn’t your idea?” Dick hissed. “You expect me to believe you and your entire fucking pack was stupid enough to get drugged? That it was just a coincidence that you’re in my city?”

“Your city, omega?” Grant snarled. “I don’t see your name on it.” He was leaking enough alpha challenge to make Dick’s teeth grind.

“You know full well—”

“This is all your fucking fault—”

“How can you blame me for your own incompetence—”

“Oh, and what’s your excuse, Nightwing—”

“Enough.”

The word was filled with enough alpha command to make Dick’s knees go weak. He locked them and continued glaring. The pup had been passed on to Nightshade and Jericho while Deathstroke advanced on him.

“You bound yourself to us, kid,” Deathstroke said, low and dangerous, and every one of Dick’s instincts were on screaming alert. “Tell us what you know, or I’ll break the bond to splinters and leave you choking on it.”

“I don’t know,” Ravager drawled before Dick could respond to the threat or the sharp flare of terror it caused. He did a once-over of Dick, obvious even with the mask, and Dick fought the urge to cover himself with his arms. “I kinda like the thought of Nightwing on his knees.” Dick swallowed, and twitched back a step. “What do you say, omega? You can win the claim the hard way.”

“Go to hell,” Dick bared his teeth, as vicious as he could make it, flaring his scent in aggression. But there was one of him and five of them and the resulting spike in alpha scent left him dizzy. “I will make you regret even trying—”

“Down.”

His knees throbbed in sudden pain and he was suddenly looking up at all of them. The realization took a second to catch up to his sluggish mind, and he wasn’t able to entirely keep the shock off his face.

“Aww,” Ravager chuckled, “Looks like you do recognize your place.”

Dick’s fragile hold on his temper, worn razor-thin by stress and pain and exhaustion, snapped. He had to be the calm one, the rational one, he was the vigilante, the older brother, the leader, he always had to deescalate—except right now, all Dick cared about was tearing out the Ravager’s throat.

Alphas were absolutely vicious in defense of their territory and the worst place to be was between an alpha and something they were protecting. But an omega was truly dangerous when they were backed into a corner.

Dick didn’t care about the bruises, the sharp flares of pain around his nipples, the throbbing pulses of bite marks on his throat—his anger coalesced into one smirking target.

Ravager clearly wasn’t expecting Dick to hit as hard as he did and the older alpha went down with a shout, Dick twisting free of his grip to go for another jab. The cell erupted in angry yells and Dick ignored them all, laser focused, fear and pain and upset all combining to feed his rage.

He got in two more punches and a kick—he felt Ravager’s ribs snap under the force of the blow—gloves raking at any part of the alpha he could reach, before they were separated. Violently. Dick’s last clear sight was Deathstroke’s furious face before teeth sank into the side of his neck.

Dick crumpled like a ragdoll.

It wasn’t like the first time. He couldn’t fight the submission, not even slightly, the tide overwhelming him as he drowned in emotions that weren’t his.

Rage—"the fucking little bitch, going to teach him a lesson”—frustration—a sharp, stinging pain in his scalp—wariness—"guys, wait, I don’t think”—fear—a quiet, scared pup sound—"stop, you’re hurting him!”

He could smell milk again. His own milk, overproducing in response to the alpha rage, an omegan defense mechanism in the face of a hostile pack.

No. Nonononono. This wasn’t right. His pack. Where was his pack? Dick rifled through the bonds he could feel, all unfamiliar, rage and frustration directed towards him, but none of them were right. Where was his pack?

Another set of teeth, closing on the jut of his collarbone, vicious and sharp and take-it-omega-know-your-place-satisfaction-rage and Dick choked under the onslaught. The grip in his hair vanished and Dick fell.

He didn’t stop falling.

Is this what Mom and Dad felt? a shred of coherent thought drifted amongst the screaming. Someone was crying, awful, tearing sobs interspersed with desperate omega whimpers, and Dick thought dully that he should help them. But he couldn’t, paralyzed as he fell and fell and fell, until he stopped fearing the ground and waited for the impact.

There were other noises too. Snarls and growls. Words, too fast for Dick to understand. A quiet, wavering call, pup to pack-omega, and Dick instinctively reached towards it.

Turned out he could move after all. He grabbed the pup and curled around them, so that he would hit the ground first and save the pup. But why was the pup falling? Dick was the only one on the tightrope.

The pup snuggled closer, still making quiet calls, overemphasized like they weren’t used to making them, and Dick crooned in response, reassuring them that pack-omega was there and they were safe. He pulled the bond too, a reassuring tug of comfort in the oasis of terror.

Dick could smell the acrid scent of fear everywhere and swiped a gentle hand over the pup to wipe it off of him. Pups should be safe and happy.

The other bonds inside him thrummed and Dick slowly poked down them. They were muted, controlled, but the one nearest was emitting soft pulses of safe-shh-protect and Dick followed it to alpha-sister and fingers stroking through his hair. He opened his eyes and saw her leaning over him, his head in her lap.

He wasn’t falling.

Dick blinked again and realized he was curled up on the ground, clutching a white-haired pup. Respawn. The other alpha was Nightshade. He was in the cell.

He slowly turned his head and went very still when he saw the other alphas. Ravager was crouching next to him, Jericho standing at his shoulder. He couldn’t see Deathstroke but he could hear banging on the door.

“Are you done?” Ravager snapped brusquely.

Dick didn’t realize he’d flinched back until Nightshade made a warning growl.

Ravager growled back at her, “Oh, like I was supposed to know he’d go into some kind of screaming fit.”

Dick’s throat was very hoarse. It felt like he’d swallowed sandpaper.

“Look,” Ravager said tersely, “just tell us how to get out of here and we’ll leave you alone. It’s a fair trade.”

“I don’t know,” Dick rasped.

“What?”

“I don’t know how to get out. I was drugged and dragged here.”

“You’re really going to stick to that story?” Ravager huffed.

“Not a story,” Dick narrowed his eyes, voice creaking under the strain. “What part of this makes you think I want to be here?”

Ravager sat back on his heels and glanced at Dick, this time more scanning and less leering. The bruises were probably obvious, enhanced strength leaving marks from all the manhandling. Dick didn’t even want to know what the bruises looked like.

When it didn’t look like Ravager was going to respond, Dick turned away from him and curled up tighter, cuddling the pup. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend it was Damian. He had to imagine the tutting and Damian’s supercilious huffs.

He wondered what Damian felt when Dick’s bond suddenly snapped. If he thought Dick had abandoned him. If he—if he was—if his pup was—

“Stop that,” came the snarl above him and Dick realized he was crying again, tears slipping down his face. He hastily wiped at them but they continued to fall. He could do nothing about the grief filling his chest.

“So sorry my emotions are inconveniencing you,” he said thickly. He felt a thrum of annoyance through the bond, before it snapped to alertness and all the alphas turned towards the ceiling.

Dick squinted up as well, but it took him a couple more seconds to hear the hiss of gas escaping into the room.

“What is it?” Ravager growled.

“Don’t know,” Deathstroke replied tersely. “Get down, all of you.”

Dick let his head thunk back down. Of course. Creepy scientist guy hadn’t gotten what he wanted.

“It’s probably another rut inducer,” Dick said wearily. “There’s this crazy scientist who wants to study baby metas.” If the guy had the facilities to contain a whole mercenary pack, then he definitely had the facilities to keep Nightwing locked up for his mad plan. How long would his family continue to look for him if they believed he was dead? “Wants one of you to put a pup inside me.”

The looks of appalled shock were slightly reassuring. But Dick could tell that the room was filling with gas and the alphas were beginning to get affected.

“That’s not how ruts work,” Nightshade protested, her voice deepening.

“Feel free to give the man a physiology lesson once you get out,” Dick offered, nestling back down with the pup.

He was going to take a nap this time. He didn’t have the energy to even worry about what the alphas would do, much less calm them, and if he wanted to escape from here, he needed some space to think.

“If he wants a pup from you,” Deathstroke growled, low and dark. “Then he needs you alive, doesn’t he.”

It wasn’t a question. Dick’s eyes snapped back open and he slowly turned to face the alphas.

He met only hard glares.

Dick swallowed and curled trembling fingers into fists.

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saturdaykru · 3 days

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family haircuts - B. Blake x reader

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dad!Bellamy Blake x reader - Arkadia

Bellamy noticed you have been losing sleep over your son, so he decided to help out. Only, he doesn't stop helping out.

cw: sfw, sfw, sfw, sfw, sfw, fluff

Coming to the ground with my son, Atlas, was something I'd never thought would experience. So when the Ark came down to follow the 100 that were initially sent to the ground I was overjoyed. My son would have a life more than sitting on a ship floating in the sky. The storybooks I'd read him would come true.

For the most part, I was right, the ground was breathtaking. I've seen pictures and books, but nothing could truly capture the essence of the nature that was below. And Atlas loved it too, he wanted nothing more than to go beyond the tree line, but Kane said we had to stay behind the walls due to the Grounders.

When we first came down we heard about the incident with Mount Weather, and it didn't take long for us to rescue them; partially making peace with the grounds for taking out their biggest enemy. But Kane wanted to be sure they'd cause no problems.

My son understood for the most part that there were bad guys in the trees, so he promised to never sneak away from them. Though since he was only five I had difficulty trusting his curiosity causing me to lose sleep while watching over him constantly.

I yawned as I watched Atlas play with his wooden toys when I felt my eyes grow heavy, I didn't notice when I laid down, and I didn't notice when I drifted off to sleep.

When I shot up I looked around swiftly, panic growing in my chest when I saw his abandoned toys in the middle of the floor. It could've only been a few minutes, or was it hours? I couldn't remember. How could I have fallen asleep? What if he went outside the wall somehow? What if the grounders have him? No. The camp would never let a little kid sneak off. Right?

I ran out of my room, almost tripping on myself.

People around me stared in worry as I frantically looked around trying to find the familiar hair. My worry grew with every passing second.

When I couldn't find him I ran into the ship, tears threatening to stain my cheeks. I ran by Clarke and a few others who tried asking me why I was running, but I couldn't stop, and I didn't until I reached the bar where we also ate.

Shoving the doors open I saw Atlas, relief instantly washing over my body when I saw who he was sitting next to, Bellamy Blake.

Bellamy and I weren't close, well we were. He had been my first love, and though we were only kids when we got together the love still thrived all the same. We broke up when Bellamy wanted to join the guard, leaving me to get over him in ways I wasn't proud of- but it brought me my son.

I walked over to their table with an awkward look on my face.

"I am so sorry, Bellamy," I walked behind my son, "I didn't even realize I passed out."

Bellamy looked into my eyes smiling as I lifted my son up and held him, "Found him in here, just thought I'd watch over him while he ate," Bellamy explained, now standing up, "He's a nice kid too."

I gleamed at Bellamy, now turning to my son, "Did you have fun with Bell?" I say with a smile, making Bellamy smile at the nickname I used to call him. Memories of us flooded his mind, how the pressure of my kiss felt and how well our hands intertwined, he missed it at times. Missed me.

Going down to the ground with the 100 was two birds one stone for him. Help his sister and see me less. As much as he loved seeing me, it hurt. Knowing I was doing good without him- he was happy for me, but he needed to be satisfied on his own too, and seeing me smiling down the halls of the Ark always beaming with joy made him realize that.

"Why're you staring?" I ask, snapping him out of his trance.

"Just memories," His smile never faded.

We stood in silence. It wasn't an awkward type of silence, it was a silence where we basked in each other's presence; like we hadn't seen each other in years. And in a way we hadn't. We hadn't sat down and talked and took in each other. It was only simple glances when we passed each other and the occasional head nod with no further conversation.

Now that I could really take in his appearance I noticed his hair had gotten longer, and he had a small stubble of growth above his lip. Small scabs littered his cheeks, blending in with the freckles that lined his face. He was still as handsome as ever.

"I need to give you boys a haircut soon, yeah?"

"Boys? I think mine is perfectly fine," Bellamy said with a playful scoff.

"I don't need one!" My son said, looking at me with a frown. He had always hated haircut days, the idea of sitting in a chair for half an hour wasn't appealing to his little mind. It wasn't appealing to Bellamy's either.

"Listen to your mom, kiddo, get used to it if you wanna be in the guard like me," Bellamy stepped closer to ruffle my son's hair, causing it to frizz.

I smiled remembering how badly my son wanted to be in the guard, ever since he'd been told how Bellamy saved our people in Mount Weather. Bellamy was a good role model for Atlas, reckless sure, but a good man.

"Come by my room tomorrow?" I questioned, giving a nervous smile.

Bellamy opened his mouth before speaking, thinking of what to say. I hadn't given him a haircut in years. He really did need one, he was never one to care about his hair. Only trimming it when necessary. It was just a haircut.

"You can play with me!" Atlas spoke up excitedly with a huge grin on his face.

Bellamy smiled widely showing his teeth, "Alright, deal little man."

I was happy when I heard those words, Atlas would finally have someone other than me to play with. Atlas didn't play with the other kids of Arkadia, it's not that he didn't want to, it's more that he didn't... fit in.

Walking back to our room I was full of excitement for the upcoming day, and so did Atlas. I wasn't sure how I'd put him to bed tonight.

Atlas had awoken early, in turn, waking me early. His reason is that he is too excited to play with Bellamy. He brought out his finest toys and arranged them on the bed, saying aloud his plans for how the session would go, he even wanted me to play along. Bellamy would be the knight, Atlas would be the villain holding me, the princess, in a castle; a reenactment of his favorite fairytale.

It wasn't long before I heard Bellamy's voice outside the door, knocking twice afterward.

"Hello?" Bellamy asked. Nerves instantly shot up my spine, I stood up from the bed and mentally prepared myself to have the boy I loved in my room.

Atlas, on the other hand, was filled with everlasting joy, jumping up and down, earning a smile from me.

"Hurry, mommy!" Atlas ushered me towards the door. I breathed in and opened the door, being met with Bellamy in a simple shirt and faded jeans. He looked nice.

"Hey, y/n," He looked into my eyes with a smile before turning his head to Atlas who was peaking out from behind me, "Atlas, how you been buddy?"

I moved away from the door allowing Bellamy to enter the room.

"I'm ok, want to play now?" Atlas motioned over to the set of toys that lined the edge of the bed.

"Slow down there, Atlas, haircuts first," I said in a stern tone, making Atlas's previous smile fade into a pout.

"What about... playing first, then haircuts?" Bellamy said to me.

I let out a small sigh, giving in to them with a nod of my head. Both of them smiled widely and Atlas handed Bellamy a toy.

I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into, but I knew I wanted it. And so did Atlas.

"Mom! Come on!" Atlas said, pushing a toy into my hand.

"Alright, alright."

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