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majokkoradio · 2 years
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“Another Angel” - Twin Angel BREAK - BGM
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kyuhu · 8 months
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Anyway that "I can't decide" animation crossing my dash again made me look up my old youtube favs and I realized a lot of heta videos I thought were gone are still there
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arlenianchronicles · 1 year
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And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-- Dylan Thomas
Another painting for my nursery rhyme AU! A dying Dawn bids farewell to Night; respectively, Elros and Eärendil (right and left). I personally see it as Dawn no longer being an anthropomorphic personification, so the event itself will just happen naturally without Elros’ influence.
But you could also just see it as Night passing into Dawn, and they only get to see each other for a brief moment before Dawn passes into Day. At least Elros is still around that way! XDD
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divin3godd3ss · 1 year
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Trusting the Universe is one of the hardest things I've ever done ☀️✨
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sugume · 2 months
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MOMENTS WITH YOUR PREGNANT BELLY w/Jujutsu Kaisen  
( CW ) f!reader, reader is pregnant(duh), tooth-rotting fluff  
Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru 
author's note: short rewrite from my old blog
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☾ GOJO SATORU 
"Toru, stop splashing my stomach!" you exclaimed at your playful husband, attempting to push the lukewarm bathwater onto your stomach, inadvertently splashing your face. "But she likes it, look!" he exclaimed with a huge smile as your daughter continued to kick your stomach. "I don’t need to look; I can feel it," you rolled your eyes. "Feels like she’s trying to break my ribs." You let out a little grunt when she kicks a particular spot. Satoru shoots a worried glance at you. "Are you alright?" he asks, rubbing smooth circles on your stomach. "I'm okay; she just keeps kicking the same spot," you gave him a small smile when he leans down to kiss your belly. "Hey now, take it easy on your momma, or no more splashes for you," he mummers to your stomach. As if your daughter understood, she stops and starts gently kicking in another area. "Look, Angel, she listened to me!" he exclaims before pushing more water into your stomach. "Toru! You got water in my nose!" 
☾ TOJI FUSHIGURO 
"Are you okay, beautiful?" Toji inquired, concern evident in his eyes as he observes you holding your stomach with a furrowed expression. "Just a big kick from the baby," you struggle to get out, your stomach contracting. "C'mere--lemme make you feel better, baby," he whispered, sitting up on the headboard of the bed and pulling you between his open legs. "What are you doing, Toji?" You question as your husband reached towards the nightstand to grab something. "Makin’ my girl feel better–just lay down and relax," he whispers in your ear before placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. With the cramps becoming unbearable, you had no other choice but to obey. Eyes squeezed tight, body resting on Toji’s toned chest, you tense when he starts to gently massage your stomach with what feels like lotion. A moan of relief escaped you involuntarily. "That’s right, let me take care of you," he mummers, continuing the soothing massage. 
☾ NANAMI KENTO 
"Are you ready to taste heaven, babies?" Nanami smiles warmly at your stomach as if expecting your unborn twins to give a response. Quickly, he leans down and places two affectionate kisses on your stomach, one for each baby. "C'mon, Kento, ’m hungry!" you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. Nanami was supposed to be giving you new food items that he found online, but the more he talks, the more it seems like he's eager for his children to be the taste testers rather than you. "You know they can’t actually give you a review, right?" you question your husband, but he ignores your sass and reaches for a plate. "Duh, ‘course I know that, but they're still going to taste it inside of you," he says as if it's the most obvious thing. "Yeah, all mashed up and mixed with a bunch of different foods. Now, give me that plate–I’m hungry!" you insist, reaching out for the plate as your husband laughs. 
☾ GETO SUGURU 
"I don’t think they like me," Suguru grumbles, and you laugh as your unborn child tries and fails to kick their father's head off your stomach. "Hell," Suguru yanks his head up and glares at your protruding stomach. "Hey, don’t cuss at my baby," you laugh. "I wouldn’t have to if my baby wasn’t trying to give me a concussion," he rolls his eyes dramatically before rubbing his calloused fingers on your stomach, The baby kicks at his hand. "Don't be so dramatic, Sugu," you roll your eyes at your husband as he continues to tease your child with his hand. "How do you think I feel when they’re kicking my bladder at three AM?" you laugh. "You better not come out as moody as your mommy," he taunts before pressing a soft kiss on your stomach. "I’ll give you whatever you want when you come out if you let me lay down in peace, deal?" he whispers to your stomach, and all he gets is a harsh kick. "Deserved.” You huff out. 
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actual-changeling · 5 months
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we do not talk enough about the moment right before crowley puts his sunglasses back on. the "nothing lasts forever" is devastating and if you're like me your eyes were so full of tears you couldn't see the screen the first time you watched it (just like crowley, look at us all twinning in sadness!).
there is a shift that happens in his eyes and i think it is absolutely fascinating and heartbreaking at the same time.
we begin with crowley averting his gaze from aziraphale's face and staring off into the distance instead, and you can see his spirit break. that crowley just lost the one thing in the world he cannot live without and we can see it written across his face like a neon sign.
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then, as you'd expect, he gives into the need to cover up his pain, to try and make himself less vulnerable, and even before he lifts his glasses he looks down so aziraphale can no longer see his eyes.
now, the next part is what would not let me out of its grasp all day. we know it happens because of his demeanour afterwards and up until the kiss, but you can actually watch as crowley makes himself numb to the world.
i am intimately familiar with dissociation as a trauma and stress response, and while you can never fully control it, you do eventually find the switch in your mind that makes you snap back into the haze. crowley has had six thousand years to get really, really good at leaving reality behind when he needs and/or wants to.
that's exactly what he does.
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he still looks sad, and yet there's just something distinctly distant in his eyes, the shift from openly heartbroken to "i don't want to feel any of this let me leave".
glasses? on
emotions? off
hotel? trivago
i have stared at those four frames more than any person probably should and i don't know if it's the light, if i am going insane, or if there is a single tear sliding out of his right (our left) eye. i'm probably insane and the light is a bitch so if anyone has some high resolution shots or anything that could answer that question without a doubt PLEASE do add it.
by now you are probably ready to threaten me with a knife in a dark alley but before you do that or drive your car off a cliff, let me tell you the best part:
aziraphale notices.
they might be communicating on two different frequencies but aziraphale knows crowley. he knows and loves him, and, most importantly, over the last few years he has gotten used to seeing crowley without his glasses. aziraphale could probably write a book on the expressions in his eyes alone and watches that shift happen and is devastated.
look.
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he tries to make himself hope the same second, tries to convince himself crowley is putting on his glasses so they can leave together, but he knows.
aziraphale sees the light leave crowley's eyes, sees crowley leave, knowing that he is quite literally running away from him. you and me against the world, angel, but in that moment crowley firmly pushes him back to "the world" (or tries to, anyway).
the entire season we see crowley take off his glasses whenever he enters the bookshop to the point where he's running around without them on in broad daylight with jimbriel right there.
can you imagine how hurt and confused aziraphale must be?
because what crowley is telling him, if we really, really break it down, is that aziraphale is no longer a safe person for him. and repairing that trust is going to take time and work, no matter how much crowley loves him, how badly they love and need each other.
anyway to seal this off and really rub in the pain - how it started vs. how it ended. <3
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oh one last thing: now crowley no longer has a single person he can be himself around, no one that knows him, no one he trusts. no one in whose presence he can take his glasses off.
and outside of the bentley and his own flat, he no longer has a place to do so either. the bookshop was theirs. with aziraphale gone, is it really a safe place anymore? is it somewhere he can just let himself be knowing he will be looked after and protected?
easy answer: no.
alright, off i go. see y'all on the next angst post or in the tags.
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chikaras-garden · 5 months
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Batboys as things that go bump in the night
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So what if he’s not human?
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Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne x fem!reader
Contains: Monsterfucking. Dubcon. Unprotected piv sex in Dick’s, Jason’s, and Damian’s. Blood in Bruce’s. Somnophilia and light breeding kink in Dick’s. Knotting in Jason’s. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Tim’s. Degradation in Damian’s.
Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Happy Halloweekend angels!
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BRUCE WAYNE 🦇
A loner. A constant shadow over Gotham. A collector of all things macabre. And now, he has his sights set on you. You’re a pretty thing, dressed in all black at a late-autumn gala, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze on you even when your back is turned.
So it’s no surprise that, when you tempt fate by rounding a corner into a deserted hallway, you are not alone.
Stepping out of the shadows, Bruce’s hand clamps around one side of your throat, leaving just one side—the side of your pulse—exposed for his lips. He kisses you there far more than he kisses your lips, nibbling and suckling the soft flesh over your pulse. Your heart beats faster and faster as your knees go weak, but his arm tightens around you.
“I have you, darling,” he husks. His skin is cold against yours, but perhaps that’s because the all-consuming presence of a man like this makes your blood run hot.
His other hand comes up to cup your flushed cheek, thumb dragging along the shape of your face as if he’s trying to memorize you.
“So warm. Such soft skin,” he murmurs, bending his head low and kissing your neck. “Such a beautiful creature.”
Something twists in your stomach when he says that—creature. An instinct tells you to run, but you quickly realize that the look in his eyes has you completely enthralled. He’s watching you with purpose, always keeping your eyes locked as if looking away from you will break the spell he has you under.
“I have to taste you,” he whispers, voice raw with a strain whose source you cannot place. He inhales deeply and lets out a low, feral noise before you feel a twinned shock of pain that makes you gasp: blood rushes to your neck and spills from your broken skin onto his waiting tongue, which greedily laps at the sweet nectar he just stole.
DICK GRAYSON 🦇
You never remember what happened the morning after your nights with your blue-eyed visitor in black, but you can’t stop the way your body aches for the mysterious stranger. At first, you thought he was a dream, but even you know that your unconscious can’t conjure up something as beautiful as him.
He wakes you by laying on top of you, pushing his hot-as-Hell flesh against yours. You didn’t go to sleep naked, but you’re naked now; your clothes are gone, but you’re covered with him, his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, one of his hands painfully squeezing the other, and his red-tipped cock already bullying its way into your slick folds. 
It hurts, but the ache is so dizzying that you can’t bring yourself to care, especially when you’re aware that you won’t remember this by morning anyway. You feel as if you’re being burned alive and made new in just the way he wants you. And that feels good, doesn’t it? Why else would you have woken up with your pussy soaking wet? 
He picks his head up just enough to watch you watch him while his tongue traces the outer edge of your areola and flicks your nipple in slow strokes, teasing it into hardness with just the tip of his tongue. He’s kneeling between your legs, and his free hand slides down to gently stroke your belly—which is when you notice that his fingers, like his cock, are tipped with blood-red skin.
Then comes his dark murmur, “Let me fill you, pretty thing. Let me give you a little gift to help you remember me.”
Your breath catches and, once again, he latches on—teeth first, this time.
At the same time, he thrusts into you, cock heavy and fire-hot, searing your skin and all but tearing you open while you keen and grasp at him, fingernails scraping down his back. His warmth is inescapable as he thrusts into you with inhuman force.
And you swear that, when he comes, filling you with his infernal seed, you catch a glimpse of a ruby glimmer in his once-blue eyes.
JASON TODD 🦇
Honestly, you handled finding out that your boyfriend is a werewolf remarkably well. But because you’re a human, he has one rule: no knotting. That is, until an October full moon has him more feral than usual, trapped in a rut that he’s powerless to fight against.
Jason has you hiked up against his chest, barely balanced on his thick thighs with your panties shoved aside. One finger is pressed firmly against your clit, the claws that come with his half-transformed state lightly grazing your sensitive skin. He’s already buried inside of you, thrusting so shallowly that he may as well be humping your innermost walls.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder. His skin rages with heat while his muscles tremble, lips mouthing along any inch of your skin that he can reach. Head heavy on your shoulder, he rasps out broken sentences, each cut off by animalistic whimpers and whines. “God, fuck— I can’t— I shouldn’t— You’re—”
You have one hand tangled in his hair, thumbing the soft black-and-white fur that crawls up along his hybrid ears. His cock, impossibly thick already, stretches you even more open than you already were, and you throw your head back to let out a moan of mixed pleasure-pain.
“Fuck,” he whispers, because he feels it too. “Baby, I’m— It’s—”
“Let it,” you gasp, feeling lightheaded with the pain of Jason filling you so completely, cockhead swelling so full that he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. “Please, please, Jason, I need it.”
All that gets you is another guttural groan from him, a sound as close to a howl as he can make without being fully transformed. Still swelling, his cock is thick, heavy, hot—pulsing inside of you, begging to stay there, to fill you, to mark and mate with you. You can’t imagine what it must look like, but you know that the feeling is divine: this oneness, this wholeness, is something you’ve never felt before. It’s almost enough to dull how much your pussy aches.
“Jason,” you moan, tears filling your eyes.
“I know,” he soothes, trying to stay sturdy and stable for you even though his whole body is trembling. “Fuck, it— Baby, you feel so good. Such a good fucking girl, letting me mate with you. Gonna make you feel amazing, I promise.”
TIM DRAKE 🦇
“Stay still,” Tim teases, clawed fingers clamping down on your hip. “Or no rewards.”
Your back is pressed against the chilly, damp wall of the bat cave, and your clothes are shreds around your feet. You know this is all your fault, that you should have avoided the man who has only made his obsession with you painfully clear. As soon as the half-dragon spotted you—his treasure, his paramour, his little human love—he pounced. 
Half changed with pewter green scales climbing up his skin and pupils narrowed into reptilian slits, Tim wastes no time in turning your clothes into ribbons of fabric in effort to get to you.
And then he drops to his knees, burying his face in between your legs.
The forked tongue laves up and down the folds of your pussy, skirting along the outside of your sopping hole until you’re shuddering, clinging to him. His hand digs in harder, talons piercing the soft skin of your ass, scaly palm forcing your cunt against his mouth until you feel the sting of sharpened teeth against your mound.
Even though his teeth sting your pulsing flesh, even though his licks are too fast to be completely pleasurable, you feel yourself grow slick around his tongue. Your head falls back against the wall and you begin to pant, heart beating so fast that you start to feel faint, teetering on the edge of consciousness.
His forked tongue reaches impossibly deep within you. The fleshy muscle feels wrong but also so good, skin fading from soft pink to greenish-black, its texture rough and bumpy, stimulating you from more directions than you have ever felt at once. 
He licks all the way to your cervix—a thing no mere mortal man could ever do to you—greedily biting, sucking, and growling against your throbbing, abused pussy until finally you come with a pitiful, worn-out scream.
You feel his ice-cold lips pull into a smile as he breathes, “Good human. Now give me another—or three more. Maybe five.”
DAMIAN WAYNE 🦇
You go to the guardian of an ancient library for help but, poor you, the sphinx’s riddles prove too challenging for you. In accordance with the legends, you expect to be smited on the spot, or at least banished, but instead—the sphinx shifts to his human form and decides that you are his.
How lucky it is that Damian decides he likes you enough to keep you captive instead of simply killing you as punishment. How lucky it is that he is clever enough to find a use for your frail human form. How lucky it is that he doesn’t find mating with you as repulsive as he originally thought.
“At least work for it,” he drawls, stifling a yawn while he leans back on the emerald-green settee. His arms are spread, powerful shoulders and biceps making him look even bigger than he already is. No, he never touches you—that would be demeaning—but he does offer you the privilege of riding his cock until you make yourself come.
You close your eyes and drive your hips forward and down, trying to strike the spot inside you that only he can reach. No sooner than your eyes flutter closed, though, he snaps his fingers in front of you.
“Look at me, pet.” His head rests on the back of the chair, lips parted with every breath that makes his chest slowly rise and fall. His face looks warm and you wonder what it might feel like to kiss those plush lips—but you’re also coherent enough to realize that he’s measuring his breaths on purpose.
You’re getting to him. You think. You hope. Maybe if you please him, he’ll let you go. 
He shifts his hips up and you cry out, nearly losing your balance on his powerful thighs, but a warm hand suddenly cups your ass to drag you back into place. He leans forward, stomach flexing, and murmurs in your ear, “Can’t even do this without help, can you? Useless little human.”
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breitzbachbea · 1 year
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I know I said it before, but I will say it again, for all the romantic loves that make me weak, LFLS IS about family and found family and at the end of the day blood IS thicker than water, and if we relate it in a hetalia context, how are you going to make these people betray their own. Their own people, their own blood. And even in the non-hetalia sense, this is what matters and it is both the tragedy and the light at the end of the tunnel.
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mickyschumacher · 4 months
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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 .ೃ࿐
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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after seeing you with play with some young fans you and charles meet on the streets of monaco, charles can't get his mind off having his own. or in which, charles has got a case of the baby fever. 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: established relationship, fluff, 18+ (minors DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it if u don't want babies), breeding kink (obvi), charles meeting the bare minimum requirement to be a good human (lmao), slight lactation kink, mutual orgasms, handjob, pussy rubbing(?), reader is sensitive as shit, google translated french (my bad to the french speakers), a questionable perversion of having children that always comes with this context, also questionable whether this qualifies as baby fever but yeh
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: charles leclerc x fem!reader
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+
𝐀/𝐍: wrote this one when i first started if you can't tell by the mention of pedro and tlou! my absence explained in another post! ♡︎
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
⋆  •°.  。  .°•  ⋆
Charles loved his fans, especially Tifosi. After you, his family and friends, they were the most important people in his lives and constantly motivated him. Most of them were kind and sweet to him and loved and cherished you more than they loved him.
That's why whenever fans asked for photos with you, the both of you or autographs, Charles always accepted. He rarely refused them unless the fans gave off a certain vibe that rubbed him the wrong way; crazed fans or fans who liked you a little bit too much for his liking.
His favourite fans normally, however, were children. It was definitely pressurising to have that many children look up to him but Charles found it rewarding. They were so young and full of dreams that he could help fulfil. They always looked at him wide-eyed with their jaws open as if they had just seen an angel walk by, similarly to how Charles reacted when he had first seen you in the streets of Monaco.
Today was no exception. It was currently the mid-season break and you two were roaming the partially empty streets after having breakfast out, relishing in the privacy of Monaco. Halfway through your walk, you and Charles had bumped into some small fans, literally.
A set of 3-year old twin sisters and a boy who only seemed a year or two older had run to Charles and you yelling 'Charles!' and 'It's Ferrari!'.
Charles instantly was smiling at them, crouching down to talk to them and entertain all their bombarding questions that flew one after the other.
"Is the car really that fast?"
"Can I go in the car?!"
"I hope you win!"
You chuckled softly as Charles answered them with ease. You looked at the parents who also seemed to be equally as excited as their children. "Do you want me to take a photo for you guys?" You inquired softly.
The parents looked at you with wide eyes. "Can you? If it's no bother!" The father fretted, sharing a slightly alarmed expression with his wife.
You shook your head and smiled. "It's not a problem." They held out their phone and you took it into your hands, opening the camera. You hummed as you looked at the group. "Let's do three photos. One with the three angels, one with the parents and one family one?" You asked.
The parents were about to nod when the kids suddenly refused. "Four! We want one with a pretty girl!" One of the sisters yelled out, pointing at you.
Your mouth fell open while your body flushed with slight embarrassment. Charles grinned at you, agreeing with the children profusely. You gave a playful sigh and nodded. The children and parents began to poise for the camera several times and left the last one for you to take a selfie with them.
The parents turned to Charles, inviting him into a conversation as they apologised for the kids running to him all of a sudden.
You could hear Charles say it was fine when you felt a tug at the bottom your dress. You crouched down to the children who now crowded you.
The boy looked at you wide-eyed while the two girls poked your arm and asked "Are you a princess?"
You smiled softly. "I am!" You implored, "How did you know?" You asked in a hushed tone.
The children giggled. "Princesses are always pretty, that's why!" The boy said with red cheeks.
You hummed, pondering over the statement. You brought your hand out to pat the girls' heads and pinch the little boy's chubby cheeks. "That must mean all of you are also princesses and princes, hmm?"
The children cheered in agreement, giggling to themselves before discussing who was the best prince or princesses out of them all.
"I'm the best prince!" One sister said, putting her hands on her hips in determination. Her older brother looked at her almost offended. "How can that be? I'm the best. I'm older."
The other sister looked at her siblings dumbfounded. "Why can't we all be the best?" She sighed.
You grinned at her answer. "You're right! You are all the best. Equally. You know why?" You asked.
Three pair of big eyes looked at you with curiosity swirling within them as they shook their small heads 'no'.
You brought their hands together and held them in your palm. "Because you're siblings. You're family. That's the best."
The kids stared at you blankly, probably trying digest your words as much as they could at that age. The previous sister smiled widely, letting out a deafening yell, running to her mother. "Did you hear that, maman? We're all the best!" She screamed with joy.
You stood from the ground slowly, grinning at all the kids. "I did. We all heard that, ma cherié. It's true!" The mother chorused, giving you a thankful smile.
You smiled in response, shaking your head as if it was nothing. The parents and kids began to say goodbye to you and Charles, although the latter did so rather reluctantly as you walked over to your boyfriend.
You raised a brow at the dazed expression on Charles' face. "Cha? Mon amour, what's going on in that head of yours?" You hooked your arm with his, resting your head on his shoulder.
Charles blinked. "Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just thinking about those kids. Cute, right?" He breathed out, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
You smiled. "Very," You agreed as the two of you began to walk to Charles' car.
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Arriving home, the two of you decided to lounge in your living room, not bothered to do anything else for the day. You had managed to put on the newest episode of 'The Last of Us', eager to find out what was happening next.
You and Charles laid on the couch; your head resting on his chest while he cuddled you from behind. You were intently watching Pedro Pascal after being besieged with edit after edit of him on TikTok. Charles on the other hand wasn't focusing at all.
All he could think about what those kids you and him had met earlier that morning. Specifically, you conversing with them. You hadn't realised since you were so caught up with them, but at one point him and the parents had stopped talking and tuned into your conversation with the kids.
Charles had talked to you about kids before. You both wanted them and although Charles always talked about having three kids specifically, just like him and his brothers, he would leave it up to whatever you wanted because at the end of the day, it was you giving birth, not him. He would prefer to have children when he was slightly a bit more older, you both had more control over his life, and obviously with at least one championship under his belt.
But after today, Charles was prepared to throw that plan away. As lewd as it was, the idea of you getting you pregnant and having a family not only touched his heart, but immorally touched his cock.
Knowing that he would have to ensure that his cum was entirely within you, stuffed into your cervix, and not letting a single drop come out made him feel feral. To make matters worse, you would look like a goddess when pregnant because hell, you were so beautiful now. Round and full with his child because he made sure to fuck you till you were overflowing with his cum. Or when your breasts became heavy and sensitive to his touch, leaking sporadically, giving him the opportunity to clean you up with his mouth.
God, he was an animal. The worst.
"Charles, what are you doing?" Your voice erupted into the air, breaking him out of his deep train of thought.
Charles blinked at your question in confusion before he looked down, seeing his hand traversing under your dress and up your inner thigh. He looked over to your amused eyes peering at him.
"Sorry," He let out with a sigh, rubbing the warm flesh of your thigh softly. "I just... I can't stop thinking about children."
You raised a brow, not seeing the correlation to Charles' wondering hand. "Children?" You iterated, running a hand through his hair.
Charles shut his eyes at your actions, feeling at ease. "Those kids today... make me want our own children. Now. I want to have children now."
Charles peeked his eyes open, looking at your astounded expression with a bit of fear. "What about our plans? What was it? Thirty-three, a championship, lives under control, and then children?" You queried. "I-I'm not mad or anything, Cha. Just curious. Why the change of heart all of sudden?
You had now turned to face Charles, knees on either side of him, straddling his lap as you became fully attentive to him.
Charles played with the tresses of your hair that had fallen past your face before tucking them gently behind your ear. "You would just make such a good mother, mon ange. You're so sweet and kind. You now how to talk to them. God, pregnancy would look so good on you. I can't stop thinking about you pregnant," Charles let out a small moan a thought. "You all round with our child, hormonal, sensitive at my touch."
Charles' fingers brushed over your neck, making you shudder involuntarily. You melted at his words. Charles thought a great deal of you. You weren't opposed to the idea either, in fact all of his words were making you hornier by the minute.
"You know what?" You queried, "I also want to have children. You would make an amazing father, Cha. I know you would," You softly said, pressing a brief kiss to his lips.
Charles pulled away, boring his gaze into you. "Yeah?" He whispered, eyes soft and full of lust and love.
"Yeah," You repeated. "A father of all three," You teased, giving him a small knowing smile.
Charles' eyes darkened slightly at your words. His hands rested on your hips, his half-hard on in his pants turned harder, pressing into your clothed pussy. "Mon amour," He whispered into your ear, making the hairs on your body stand straight. "Should I fuck a baby into you?" He pulled his face back, waiting for your answer.
You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, relishing in his words. "If you're going to fuck a baby in me, Charles, you better do it right the first time."
Charles groaned, grinning at your words. Staring at you with a fiery gaze, he quickly brought you down into a hungry kiss. His grip on your hips tightened while your hands became entangled in his hair. Another groan fell against your lips when you tugged at his locks.
Your heart slammed against your chest, beating loudly in your ears. Your skin was heated with Charles' touch ravaging all over you; grazing your arms, squeezing your ass only for you to press further into him. Your stomach surged with desire, feeling his clothed cock grind into you. "Fuck," Your swollen lips uttered out, high with an intoxicating buzz circulating your veins.
"Charles, I need–" You began only to be cut off by your own whimper as Charles bucked his hips up into you, setting a pace of stimulation with the tent of his pants and the gritty material of his shorts.
Charles smiled at the sight of your head thrown back and your back arching. "What do you need, ma cherié? Hmm? Tell me and I'll give it to you, my love," He sighed out, feeling his cock ache in its restraints.
"Fuck, j'ai besoin de ta bite, Charles," You murmured, feeling the temperature of your body rise with every passing second. Fuck, I need your cock, Charles.
Charles grinned at your use of French so early on. Normally when you were nearing your climax, you would lose yourself to all the French you knew. "As you wish, princesse," He stated. "Let's get this off, hmm?" He began to slid down the straps of your dress, pressing warm kisses on your shoulder. The sight of your bare breasts made him sigh in content, licking a strip from the base of your neck and down the valley of your breasts.
You felt a shiver crawl up your spine, feeling Charles' hands wander down your back while he pushed the fabric past your ass, hooking his fingers under your the waistband of your panties. You lifted your body up, aiding him in getting rid of your dress and underwear.
You settled back down on Charles' lap, pushing your wet core against his clothed cock. Charles nipped at your neck, dazed at the feeling of your pussy on him. Your hands reached out, rushing to get those shorts and shirt off of him. Pulling his shirt of him, you placed a trail of kisses down his chest. You could feel his lower stomach tense as you neared his waistband. With a grin, impatiently, you took off his shorts and the boxers underneath.
Your stomach churned and pussy throbbed at Charles' red, aching cock springing up, begging to be touched. You flickered your sultry gaze to your boyfriend, reaching over to put your fingers in his mouth.
Charles maintained eye-contact, lubing your fingers generously with his spit before he felt a shudder rip through him when you teasingly pushed your pussy to graze the angry tip of his cock.
"Vous taquinez," Charles uttered out almost with a whine after you removed your fingers. You tease.
"Don't be too sad, mon amour," You breathed out, trailing your wet fingers over his v-line before wrapping them around his cock. Charles sucked in a sharp breath as your hand began move up and down his shaft, mixing his spit and his pre-cum together, giving him a new, unique shine of his own.
"You wanted to see me pregnant, right? Full of your cum. So pregnant that everyone will know in a few months that you fucked me that good," You started, eyes trained on him while you pumped his cock with a tantalising grip. "We need a lot of your cum today. I'm just getting you prepared," You purred.
Charles let out a series of high moans, letting your words wash all over him and mix with his euphoria. His fingers reached out to your wet folds, stroking your heated slip with need. You trembled at his touch, bucking your hip against his fingers, increasing the pace of your hand on his cock.
Both of you moaned loudly while you jerked each other off, breathy sounds bouncing off the walls of your apartment. "Merde," Charles swore, pressing his head further into the couch, hips sensitively bucking into your hand as you brushed the slit of his cock.
He pushed himself, refusing to slack at your pleasure. He rubbed your pussy, groaning at the wet, glistening folds that were coating his fingers. You moaned, feeling a familiar buzzing pool in your stomach. "I need to," Charles panted out, covering your hand with his to stop you, "I need to..." He trailed off once again, pulling you closer to him.
Charles could barely think straight. He didn't know what he was saying or what he was doing. All he knew was that he needed to feel your pussy against his cock.
A guttural whimper escaped your mouth when Charles rubbed his cock against your folds. God, the both of you could get off just like this. He sighed out, eyes clouded with pleasure while he bathed in the warmth of your pussy. He could feel you jerk time to time against him, sensitive from nearing your climax.
You were was a sight to behold. You couldn't control your hips or yourself. You were just so receptive, automatically rubbing your pussy and clit up and down the head of cock. Your head falling back, supported by air while your back arched with lust. Sweat clung to your warmed body and your dry hair was now coated in a light sheen of grease. Face contorted with pleasure and flushed with heat.
"I'm gonna cum, fuck," Charles hissed out, partially angry that he already was about to climax but how could he not at such a view and feeling?
You blinked through your pleasure, remembering how you had gotten into this situation in the first place. You pushed your hips to him, hovering over his cock and sliding down onto him. You whimpered, feeling full with his throbbing cock in you.
Charles groaned, feeling your warm walls clench around him as you began to move your hips up and down. He watched your breasts bounce, making him flicker to that thought of them being full with milk once he got you pregnant. He would be selfish and have a taste of them himself.
Your pussy was a siphon, drawing and pulling his cock even further into you. Charles placed his hands on your hips, pushing you down on his cock to ensure he was balls-deep within you, fully sheathed. The breathy air was now replaced with both of your lewd moans and the sound of your skin slapping and sticking against one another.
"Merde, merde," Charles began to chant, increasing the pace of his hips snapping and rutting into your folds. Your hands fell to his own hands, tightening around them as pleasure bubbled at the pits of your stomach.
"Fuck, Charles. Cum in me, mon amour. Fais de moi une mère. Hmm? Imagine it. I'll be even more sensitive, my tits will be heavy and sore with milk and I'll ask you to massage them... everyone will know what we did," You moaned loudly. Make me a mother.
Charles's hips came to a halt, shaking with pleasure while he poured ropes and ropes of his hot cum deep into your walls. He let out staggered moans, feeling you clench around him and take even more of his load. Charles pressed his swollen lips onto your, kissing you dizzy while he thrusted out his high, ensuring his cum was staying within you.
Charles sighed out, pressing his forehead against yours. Realising you were once again on the brink of cumming, with his cock still in you, he brought his fingers to your engorged clit, rubbing the sensitive nub gently yet harshly.
He felt your walls grip him even tighter if possible as you began to convulse in his arms. "Jesus fucking Christ," You sobbed out, waves of your euphoric climax hitting you.
Christ, you were so sensitive, hips jerking up against his fingers, grinding to maximise your stimulation. He couldn't even stop you if he wanted to.
"Merde, ma cherié, cum for me. Yes, just like that," Charles coaxed, groaning as you somehow managed to get more cum out of him.
You let out a final whimper before collapsing onto him, feeling Charles' softening cock drive and push the cum deeper into you. You let out a low moan against his chest.
Charles pushed your chin up with his finger, looking into your eyes. He smiled, pressing a slow, soft kiss to your lips. "You did so well, mon amour," He praised, running a hand through your sweaty hair, getting a better glance of your face.
You gave him a weak smile, peering up at him through your eyelashes. "You think we did a good job?" You queried, voice quiet and tired. "You think we'll have a child soon?"
Charles grinned at you, planting another kiss on the side of your head. "If I didn't, I'll fuck you again and make sure that test has two lines."
𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!
© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑
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𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 + 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: osamu hadn’t really thought about kids until he saw how good you are with his nephew
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: osamu miya x afab!reader
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft dom!osamu, established relationship, mentions of children/pregnancy, osamu carries the reader at one point, petnames “doll, angel”, body worship, titty/nipple play, breeding kink, vaginal sex, mating press, size kink, tummy bulge, daddy kink, creampie, implied multiple orgasms
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“𝐀𝐈𝐍’𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄?” atsumu grinned as he bounced a smiling baby on his thigh. “looks just like his old man”.
from where he sits across from his brother, osamu shakes his head in reply. “think he looks nothing like ya and that’s why he is cute” the twin snickers. that remark earns a muffled giggle from you and a “shuddup!” from atsumu.
you interrupt the brother’s bickering to ask atsumu if you could hold the baby. he happily hands over his son, who you scoop into your arms eagerly. with his child being taken care of by you, atsumu is able to turn his attention back to osamu. “it was nice that you were able to come visit yer nephew. took ya long enough”.
“i know, i know. it’s not i’ve been avoidin’ it but the restaurants been busy” osamu explains, gazing in your direction to witness you rocking the baby and gently talking to him. “you can thank that one for convincing me to take some time off so we could come over today. they’ve been dyin’ to see that baby”.
“in that case. thank ya for talkin’ to my stubborn brother” atsumu chuckles after expressing his gratitude to you. you give him a little nod before your focus is back on the newborn.
“funny hearin’ you of all people call anyone stubborn with yer thick skull” osamu counters. as expected, this causes atsumu to fall his twin a string of nasty names but at this point osamu’s tuning him out. his eyes are on you and you alone. the way you interact with his nephew looks so natural. it warms osamu’s heart and makes the wheels in his head start to turn.
the two of you stayed at atsumu’s place for a few more hours. the entire time you seem utterly attached to the baby and it would be impossible not to notice how good you are with atsumu’s son. the child goes as far as to start wailing when the pair of you have to leave after dinner. it breaks your heart a little but atsumu informs you that you can visit whenever you’d like as he tries to soothe the crying little one.
despite the reassurance you appear a bit disappointed during the drive home. osamu doesn’t want to touch on it, opting to only give your thigh the occasional comforting squeeze as he navigates through traffic. in fact, the topic isn’t brought up again until you’re at home getting ready for bed.
you were in the middle of washing your face in the bathroom when you spotted osamu’s reflection in the mirror. giving him a little smile, you routine to your nightly routine. “had fun with the baby today?” osamu hums, wrapping his muscular arms around your torso. you nod your head, commented on how adorable the kid was. “hmm… ever thought about havin’ ‘em? kids i mean”.
the question surprises you a little but it doesn’t make you uncomfortable so you're able to answer him in a cheerful manner. “‘course i have. really want to have them one day”.
osamu takes pause, as if processing this information and considering if he should keep this topic going. eventually he gains some confidence and asks you about what’s been on his mind for majority of the day. “have you thought about havin’ kids with me?”.
you thought you were taken aback the first time. now you’re blinking in shock. “well yes. who else would i start a family with?”.
“i d’know. you’ve never mentioned it to me before so i didn’t wanna assume” he mumbles, gently kissing the crook of your neck. it suddenly feels like he’s holding you a little tighter, like he’s worried about scarring you away or something. “i wasn’t sure about how i felt until today but i think i want ‘em too… so what do ya say about startin’ to try?”.
that suggestion makes you stop what you were doing. even with his iron tight grip you manage to wiggle around to face osamu. there’s this anxiety in his eyes. you can tell he was unsure about bringing this up to you and it took some courage to express how he felt. you’re relieved when he relaxes a little when you peck his lips.
“there’s nothing i would love more than to do that with you ‘samu” you whisper as you stroke his cheek. “what do you say about starting tonight, hmm?”.
osamu’s pupils shift dramatically at your response. animalistic instinct seems to take over as he loosens his hold on you so his hands can travel down to your ass. “jump then” he nearly growls. how could you not listen. hopping up, osamu’s large palms hold you up as you snake your legs around his waist. he continues to massage your ass as he carries you to the bedroom.
“get undressed f’me, doll” says osamu once he placed you down on your mattress. he’s already working to tug the skin tight black shirt he had on over his head so you follow his lead. peeling your pajamas off, you toss your clothing to the side just in time. by the time your cunt is on full display for him, osamu’s cock is slapping against his stomach.
“there we go. look how pretty ya are” osamu groans, attaching his lips to your neck. he waits until he’s sucked a dark bruise on to your skin before he moves on to your tits. he shows your chest some love, pepper kisses along the soft mounds and flicking your perky nipples. the next piece of your body he pays attention to is your stomach. his tongue draws a heart on your tummy as he murmurs to himself. “you’ll look even pretty with yer stomach nice and swollen”.
you whimper at his words but truthfully you’re also growing a little impatient. osamu must sense this because he touches the place you need him most. letting a wad of spit slip from his mouth to your clit, osamu uses his silva to massage your sensitive nub with your nub. when you start to get wetter, osamu rubs his cock between your damp folds.
“that’s it, angel. are ya ready for me?” he double checks before plunging into you. although his dick is aching to feel your warmth, osamu waits until you tell him it’s okay. with permission granted from you, he inches his girth into your welcoming pussy.
“f-fuck, feels so good” osamu praises, gritting his teeth as your hole slowly swallows his massive cock. even with the preparation he’s stretching you out beyond belief. but that’s exactly how you like it. “don’t think it’ll take me long to breed ya, doll. i’ll make sure to fill ya up real nice” he promises, moving your legs against your chest so he can bottom out easier.
the new position doesn’t just help osamu stuff you completely but it makes his cock hit such a deep spot inside of you. it’s so good that you have to let your head fall back. “moanin’ for me and i haven’t even started movin’ yet” osamu chuckles, allowing you to get used to this full feeling. “don’t be quiet. wanna hear ya sayin’ my name”.
keeping you in the mating press, osamu begins to thrust his hips. you believed he was deep before but now it’s like nothing else. he’s in your guts. so much so that the outline of osamu’s cock is visible in your belly. however you don’t realize until osamu suddenly pushes down on the bulge.
“look, angel. you see that. i’m all the way in here” he urges you to gaze down. you mewl a little louder when you spot the bump in your abdomen. “tell me how good yer feelin’” he presses on as his pace quickens. “tell me how bad ya wanna be bred by me”.
you feel dizzy with every drag of osamu’s veiny cock against your gummy walls. he shows no sign of slowing down the snapping of his hips, even when he expects you to answer his questions, so it proves difficult for you to speak. eventually you manage to let out a string of slurred words.
“too good. love your cock so much ‘samu. wanna feel your cum inside of me” you babble. “please breed me until it leaks out daddy”.
a switch flips in osamu’s brain when you let that name accidentally slip out of your mouth. he starts fucking you harder and soon enough the room fills with your whimpers, his grunts, and the sound of slapping skin slapping against skin.
“shit- i’m gettin’ close, doll” osamu warns you as he feels his balls start to tighten. they're begging for him to paint your walls white but he waits to see where you’re at. to his relief you announce that you’re also close to your orgasm. so while trying to hold back his own release, osamu tries to help you along.
just like before, he gives your clit some love. when he pinched it between his fingers your legs quake. with one last call of his name you make a mess around osamu’s pace. cursing under his breath osamu let’s go himself. bottoming out so none of his seed goes to waste, osamu spills his cum into your twitching pussy.
it takes longer than osamu expected for his balls to empty completely. in the meantime he smashes his lips against yours. your tongues dance together lazily until his dick softens. when he’s positive that he’s done, osamu pulls away to look down at where your bodies meet. he really did fill you to the brim. a mix of his cum and yours are overflowing out of you. it’s a filthy and beautiful sight if osamu says so himself.
“i really did keep my promise didn’t i?” osamu chuckles, falling on top of you. osamu ensures that he doesn’t push too much of his weight on to you as he gets comfortable with his head on your boobs. you guys stay like that in a blissful silence until osamu laughs again. “wanna know what i’m thinkin’ about?”.
“what?” you mumble sleepily.
“i’m thinkin’ about how big your tits are gonna get when i finally get ya pregnant”.
rolling your eyes, you playfully smack him on the head. “you’re such a pervert”.
“no i’m not. just excited,” osamu replies, squeezing your breast. “so excited that i think i could go again”. you’re surprised as you watch osamu raise his head as if all his energy was restored in an instant. osamu back tracks by making it clear that if you’re too exhausted you can stop things here. “would just like to breed ya again to make sure my cum takes” he explains, resulting in you shivering with anticipation.
“‘m not too tired. want more” you whine. your begging alone is all it takes for osamu’s dick, which is still buried inside of you, to get hard.
“okay, angel” osamu coos. “𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃”.
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can you do the reader seeing matt with a little kid (around 5 or 6) and getting some crazy baby fever? thank youu <3
UGH I LOVE THIS
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Matt Sturniolo x Reader
Summary: In which Y/n brings Matt to her family reunion
Warnings/Notes: She/her pronouns
Requested? Yes!
Dress Up
Bringing Matt home with me for my annual family reunion was insisted upon by my parents. My whole family absolutely adored him, always asking me to bring him around more. Hence why now, here we were, about a ten minute drive away from my grandparents home, where everyone would be meeting.
Having never met my extended family before, it was understandable for Matt to be nervous. He held my hand as he drove, lightly brushing his thumb over my knuckles every few seconds.
“You okay?” I ask, squeezing his hand lightly.
He looks over at me, trying to hide his nervous expression. “All good.” He says.
I nod, turning my attention back to the road. “You don’t have to stress, everyone is gonna love you.”
He chuckles. “If I can win your dad over, I’m sure I can do anything.”
I roll my eyes. “Please.” I say. “You never had to win him over. He was practically calling you ‘son’ before he even met you.”
“Right.” Matt laughs.
Siri breaks our conversation, telling us to turn left and our destination would be on the right. As we pulled into my grandparents drive way, a wave of nostalgia hit me. The long gravel path leading to an old white plantation house surrounded by the most beautiful flowers. I had helped my grandmother plant different flowers in her garden for many Summers when I was younger. The neatly trimmed hedges wrapping around the edge of the porch that my grandfather always insisted on keeping up himself because “nobody else could do the job right.”
I noticed many other cars parked out front, indicating a lot of my family members were already here. As we parked, I kissed the back of Matt’s hand. “Ready!” I asked.
“For sure.” Matt smiled.
As we walked onto the porch, the sound of laughter could be heard from inside. We didn’t even have a chance to knock before my grandmother opened the door.
“My Y/n!” She said, embracing me. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“Hi, Gran.” I say, returning her hug.
As we pulled away, she noticed Matt beside me.
“Now this must be the young man I’ve heard so much about.” She smiles at Matt.
“All good things, I hope.” Matt chuckles nervously.
I laugh. “Gran, this is my boyfriend, Matt.”
“Pleasure to meet you dear.” My grandmother says, embracing Matt as well. Pulling away, she smiles at us both. “Well come on, everyone has been asking for you.”
Walking instep with my grandmother and Matt slightly ahead, she leans in and whispers softly. “He’s handsome!”
“Oh, Gran!” I laugh.
“I’m serious!” She says. “If I was only 60 years younger, I’d give you a run for your money.”
As we walked into the crowded parlor, we were greeted by a chorus of “Hey” and “Welcome home”. A lot of family come up to me, since the last time I had seen most of them I was young. Most of them were eager to meet Matt, having heard I was dating a “famous Los Angeles boy”.
Excusing myself for a moment, I go grab a couple waters for Matt and I from the kitchen.
“Oh hey, Y/N.” My aunt says, seeing me enter. Her and a collection of other family members were working on tonight’s dinner, the smell immediately making me hungry.
“Smells great in here.” I compliment, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge.
“Thanks!” She beams at me. “Oh, your cousins are around here looking for you. They wouldn’t stop talking about how excited they were to see you.”
I laugh. “I’ll keep a look out for them.”
My aunt and uncle had two twin girls, Charlotte and Katherine. They had just turned six and they were adorable. I had spent a lot of my youth babysitting them, resulting in me having an older sister relationship with the girls.
Walking back to the parlor, I notice most of the family had gone to the back yard. Scanning the yard, I cannot seem to see Matt anywhere. I grab my phone to text him, but then I hear giggling coming from down the hall followed by a deeper laugh that I recognize to be Matt’s.
Walking down the hall, I notice the light in the playroom is on. I hear a few voices coming from inside.
“We’re going to make you look so pretty.” I hear a young voice that I recognize to be Katherine’s says.
“Oh, really?” Matt asks.
“Yes!” Charlotte assures. “Y/n is going to love it!”
I peek in the doorway to the playroom to see Matt sat on the floor, with my cousins braiding his hair. I notice he has a few hair bows in, along with a feather boa around his neck.
I giggle softly, watching my cousins give him a makeover.
“Can we paint your nails?” Charlotte eagerly asks.
Matt looks down at his nails, the old paint peeling off of them.
“I think I’m in need of a manicure, so sure!” Matt agrees.
“Kat, grab the princess stickers and pink polish!” Charlotte demands.
Hearing this, I accidentally laugh too loud, giving my position away. All three of their heads whip in my direction.
“Y/N!” Charlotte and Katherine say in unison, running up and hugging my legs.
“Hi, girls.” I say, bending down to hug them. “I see you’ve stolen my boyfriend.”
“Don’t you think he looks pretty?” Katherine asks, motioning towards Matt.
“I think he looks gorgeous.” I say, making eye contact with Matt, who chuckles softly.
“We were going to paint his nails, do you wanna help?” Charlotte asks.
“Of course!” I say, eagerly.
“Yay!” Both girls say in unison.
Sitting down, we begin painting Matt’s nails a bright shade of pink, complete with princess stickers on every other finger. When we were finished, we slowly walk Matt over to the mirror to check out his new look.
“I look awesome!” Matt says, bending down to the girls level. “Thank you, girls.” He opens his arms for a hug, as both girls practically tackle him.
I smile softly, my heart warming at the sight.
“I think next time, we should bring our princess dress for you to wear.” Katherine says.
Matt laughs. “I think that would be amazing.”
“Yeah, but we have to bring the Cinderella dress.” Charlotte says. Katherine raises a puzzled eyebrow. “To match his eyes, duh!”
“What do you think, Y/n?” Charlotte asks.
“I think he would make a beautiful Cinderella.” I smile, causing Matt and the girls to laugh.
A loud voice interrupts our laughter from the kitchen.
“Girls, dinner!” I hear my Uncle call.
“Our dad wants us!” Katherine tells Matt. “But we’ll finish this makeover another day.”
“I’ll be counting on it.” Matt winks, ruffling her hair.
The girls laugh as they run down the hall to the kitchen. I look at Matt, who’s covered in glitter from the feather boa.
“I’ll be their Cinderalla, as long as I’m your Prince Charming.” Matt says, pulling the boa off.
I laugh. “God, you’re cheesy.” I grab his hands, looking at the pink artwork on his fingernails. “I can’t wait to have this life with you one day.”
He pulls me into a hug, covering me in glitter. “I promise, one day, we’ll have all of this.” He says. “Every day.”
I lean back, grabbing one of the braided strands of hair. “I’m really digging these braids, though.”
“Yeah?” Matt laughs.
“Yeah.” I smile, pressing a small kiss on his lips.
“Now c’mon, I’m starving!” I say, leading him to the kitchen.
Matt stops on his tracks. “What, dressed like this?” He asks.
I smirk. “What, you embarrassed?”
“Never.” He replies, putting his boa back on before we exit the playroom.
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majokkoradio · 2 years
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“Twin Angel BREAK!” - BGM
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libraryraccoon · 1 month
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OMG I SAW YOU WERE TAKING REQUESTS!!!! If you don’t mind, could I request Alastor, Vox, (Any other overlord or any character you’d like to add!) with a reader whose just as unhinged and crazy like Floyd from Twst!!! Please and thank you 🙏
Gender : GN
Pronouns : No pronouns really used ('They' one time')
Character(s) : Alastor, Vox, Lucifer
Info : Reader is tall (6'3), Reader like to bite in Lucifer' part, Reader is from the Mafia. I write this thinking of a before/pre relationship.
Message from Raccoon : I try to write a Floyd!reader, but I won't lie, it was hard and I probably failed- sorry.
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Alastor
You met him at the time when he was killing overlords.
He went into an alley to find his next victim, when he saw you, in a bad mood, beating the overlord's skull against a wall.
When you noticed him, more specifically noticing his deer ears, you ran towards him, stopping in front of him before starting to stroke his ears…
He asked you to stop 3 times, did you do it ? No.
Although he didn't like it, he didn't do anything because he didn't want to end up like the other Overlord that you have killed.
On the other hand, he really almost killed you when you noticed his deer tail and touched it.
Even you don't know how you survived, not that you care..
He, over time, learned to manage your mood.
And your nickname that you give to everyone, his being Sharky because of his pointy teeth and his smile.
The best thing to get you back in a good mood was for him to let you touch his ears or let you participate in the usual chaos of the underworld.
He quickly learned to hide his deer tail from you. When you found out, you almost ended a third of hell if he hadn't stopped you.
The Overlords are afraid of you. It’s said, it’s a fact.
People always run 20km away when they see you and Alastor, or kill themselves.
It always makes you laugh.
When he left for 7 years, no demon knew how to manage your temper, so they entrusted it to the only person other than Alastor who knows how to manage them.. Husk.
Husk had to stay with you at all times because otherwise you would burn and kill any demon that you see, even the Overlords.
When Husk was teleported to the hotel and saw Alastor, his first reaction was to cry with joy, because yes, finally he can stop being with you everydays.
...Then he saw you weren't there.
"Shit."
“A bit vulgar my friend for a welcome.”
“Y/N isn’t here, they are alone.”
“Ah.”
That 'ah' said it all.
When Alastor and Husk saw you, a minute after that, you were at the hotel door, in a bad mood, with the hell behind you burning.
Alastor said nothing when you touched his deer ears and tail, preferring to focus on the well-being and survival of the hotel.
There was something Alastor did NOT miss, it was your 'hugs'.
More like your attempts to break his ribs if he's honest.
As much as he loves you, he prefers to keep his ribs intact. So STOP SQUEEZING HIM IN A WAY THAT BREAKS HIS RIBS-
It happens that you have moments where you are both together and calm, a rare thing.
The most often when this happened was when Alastor was reading while you were in bed, trying to sleep.
Ah, the bed, the only place where you are calm and tired.
Sometimes, when you couldn't sleep, you talked about what your life was like before, how your father was a Mafia boss and how you and your twin were part of it.
And Alastor didn't doubt about it, especially when you talked about your twin and how much you missed them.
These were Alastor's favorite moments.
Although he also liked when you made some sort of potions or poisons.. He never knew what you did exactly, but it kept you in a good mood without having to touch him or destroy hell.
Good thing.
Vox
You have heard a conversation between Husk and Angel Dust about what Valentino did to him.
You didn't like it.
And what do we do when we don't like something ?
We're destroying it !
Vox found you at the same time as Velvette and Valentino.
You were destroying Val's entire studio.
“WHERE IS THE ASSHOLE NAMED VALENTINO ?!”
Valentino has never been so afraid to say it was him.
Vox tried to calm you down, but he failed…
You broke half of his screen.
It started off very badly.
You left only 20 minutes later, when Angel Dust and Charlie put you back in a good mood by promising you that you could play with Alastor's deer tail, before taking you back to the hotel.
I'm not going to let go of Alastor and his fucking deer tail.
Valentino didn't go near Angel Dust for a month after he found out you destroyed everything just because he slapped him.
You didn't see Vox again until three days later, when you were in a good enough mood again to apologize.
You went there, alone, without anyone to accompany you or who knew where you were..
Worrying thing when you are supposed to be monitored 24/7.
You just thought to yourself, “How about I go squeeze electric eel as an apology.” and thought that was a good idea.
When he saw you, he almost gave in.
You didn't say anything, you just squeeze him super tight and called him "electric eel".
You almost broke his ribs in the 'hug' by the way.
And it lasted an hour, you released him because you were starting to get bored.
It was after that, that began a friendship that would soon become more.
Vox didn't have a way to put you in a good mood except squeezing him, letting you beat up Valentino, or letting you create chaos in Hell.
Did he use that to his advantage ? Of course !
Whenever you were in a bad mood, he took you to devils he didn't like/rivals and told you to destroy everything.
Which you were more than happy to do.
People, following this, avoided messing with Vox, afraid of the monster behind him.
The only one he can't do that to is Alastor.
You find him too interesting with his deer characteristics to even think about doing it.
Vox's favorite moment is when he either sees you protecting him,
It's something simple, but something he loves. Seeing you beat the shit out of a demon for touching him or looking the wrong way was always a sight for him.
He always fell more and more when you did it, especially when it was Val-
His other favorite time was when you were in a good mood and you couldn't stop talking about something you liked/something random.
Like this time you told him that you were part of the mafia when you were alive with your twin..
Wait-
"WHAT ?!"
Lucifer
The first time you saw him was during his visit to the hotel.
You ran towards him before jumping on him.
I'll let you imagine a 6'3 person jumping on a 5'3/5'4 person…
He swears he saw death at that moment.
You crushed him in your arms.
Yes, crush. There are no other words.
A minute of silence for his ribs which were almost broken here.
“It’s Y/N, a resident of the hotel. We’re 50% sure he’s not dangerous !” Charlie said, trying to get you to let go of his father.
50% seemed way too generous as you tightened your grip on him.
If it wasn't for Husk who manages, one way or another, to make him let go, Lucifer is convinced that some of his ribs would be broken.
Lucifer has since considered you dangerous. And your mood swings didn't help.
The first time he saw you go from a good mood to a bad mood, just because he refused to let you squeeze him to death, he was quite surprised but also he was a little scared.
"No." "> :(" *go destroy a part of hell.*
How Hell still exists is a mystery-
He finds your size imposing.
It's your personal armrest. You always lean on him, you know how some tall people put their arms on a short person's head and lean on them and act like everything is normal ? It's you and Lucifer.
Apart from how terrifying you are in a bad mood, in a good mood you get along pretty well.
You're both energetic little shits who like to play pranks and build ducks.
Yes, you build ducks with Lucifer when you're in a good mood.
Why ? Because it's one of the only things that keeps you busy and in a good mood without the need to create chaos or squeeze people to death.
One day you made a duck that looked like him and you say "Duck that look like duckling."
He may have cry of joy at that moment.
You call him Duckling and Sea Bunny.
Let me just- *headcanon that he let you bite his wings when you're in a bad mood*
When you told him about your past, it wouldn't surprise him.
He had meet many demons, including some from the mafia.
That you were part of a mafia that was controlled by you're father was therefore not so surprising, but can also explains your violent behavior.
Also, to prevent you from destroying hell, he discovered that taking you flying with him put you directly in a good mood.
It was not uncommon to see Lucifer flying through Hell while carrying you. Flying always puts you in a good mood, even in your worst mood.
How he fell for someone so unstable is a mystery still unsolved.
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reverie-starlight · 24 days
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{beautiful liar- m. atsumu}
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gn!reader, no physical descriptions. highly suggestive at the end <3
it’s my birthday month, would you expect anyone other than atsumu to be the main focus?
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atsumu thinks you’re beautiful when you lie to him.
the subtle strain of your facial features as you try to keep your expression neutral makes his heart beat faster in his chest.
he can’t help but feel fondness for you, even as you stand before him with the blood still on your hands. even after you’ve hurt him beyond repair, he can’t help but admire your quirks and tells and how hard you fight to keep his trust.
he places his hands on the countertop and lets the coolness of the marble bring him back to reality.
“I’ll ask you one more time,” he tries again, silently pleading with you to have mercy on him and finally cut him down from your web of lies.
“baby, do you know where my gym bag is or not?”
he watches as your expression cracks just a bit. you’re trying so hard not to break as you shake your head.
he thinks you’re absolutely stunning when you tilt your head down to hide the smile that finally cuts through.
“angel…” he warns, like he’s trying to keep a child from doing something they shouldn’t be. “look at me, please.”
he can’t help but laugh a little when your eyes meet his again and he sees that you’re tearing up from the effort.
it’s a known fact that you’re not a good liar unless the situation is… dire. you wear your heart on your sleeve, and that’s an admirable quality. atsumu has the same one, and he’s learned to like it on himself a bit more since loving it on you.
but he still grew up a twin, and even if he can’t hide his stronger emotions, he is most definitely a better liar than you.
(something he never lets you forget when he exploits your horrible poker face. like right now.)
“yes, ‘tsum?”
he shakes his head and smiles. “don’t ‘‘tsum’ me. I know ya hid my bag. don’t even try to lie to me, ya literally can’t.”
you finally let out a laugh of your own and he wonders if there are stars in his eyes making you shine this way, or if you’re just like that.
the butterflies in his stomach start fluttering again when you get up from the bar stool and walk to his side of the kitchen island.
you wrap your arms around his neck and he doesn’t think twice before letting his hands settle on your hips.
“I guess I can tell you where your bag is for a small fee.”
he raises an eyebrow. “oh can ya? how generous.”
you blow some air in his eye at his remark. “the fee is a kiss.”
“hmm, I don’t know if you deserve one after lying to me for a full ten minutes. well-“ he stops to correct himself. “attempting to lie to me.”
you gasp, but he knows you’re still being playful. “excuse me? never mind, I take it back, you’re not getting that bag today.”
“sweetheart~” he holds you tighter against him when you start to pull away and starts peppering kisses against your cheek.
“don’t you start sweet talking me, miya. it won’t work.”
he sighs and throws his head back. he’s not truly annoyed- he makes that clear with the easy, lovesick expression on his face- but he at least wants to know why you’re trying so hard to keep him home.
“baby. what’s going on with ya? is everything okay?”
you nod a little and he hates that his words cause you to frown. if his hands weren’t so comfortable on your hips, he’d bring one up to smooth out your forehead. “yeah… I’m sorry I’m making you late, I just miss you.”
his eyes widen. the new season has just started, so he’s been trying to get back into the swing of things. he loves going to practice, and he loves the new beginnings every start of the season brings, really he does.
but he hates the transition period between spending most of his time with you to having to find a healthy balance again.
of course you always reassure him that you understand it takes a minute to adjust, but that doesn’t mean he feels good about the unintentional neglect that can come from it.
he rubs his nose against your cheek. “baby, I’m sorry,” he starts. “ya know I don’t like being away for too long.”
your bottom lip juts out the tiniest bit and he leans in to kiss it. “I know… and I also know it’s selfish to keep you here because I’m feeling lonely… guess I’ve just been a little needier than usual lately.”
he thinks back to how you’ve practically been hanging off of him this whole week. he was a little confused by it, sure, but more so he’s been eating up all the attention and indulging you as much as possible.
taking in a deep breath, he makes a split second decision that will definitely have consequences later- good or bad, he won’t know until they come to pass.
but he knows whatever the outcome, it’ll be more than worth it just because he gets to see you smile now while carrying you to the sofa.
“atsumu! what are you doing?!“
“screw the gym bag, I’m staying here with you today.”
you gasp at his words and a panicked look washes over your face. “wait, no, that’s not what I was getting at-“
he shushes you. “no no, listen. it’s early in the season. we don’t have any games scheduled for a long while, yet and I stayed late last night. one day off won’t hurt, I’ll just go in earlier tomorrow.”
if his younger self could hear him now, he’d probably throw a fit, but he’s older and wiser and his angel needs him, so this is obviously the only logical solution.
your eyes gloss over with adoration, and there’s no room left inside of him for the guilt from skipping a day that he’s been building up for years.
he feels good about his decision to make you a priority. he felt good about it years ago when he asked you out and he gets the feeling he’ll feel good about it twenty years from now, wherever the both of you are by that point.
nothing could ever make him regret making you his top priority. you’ve given him so much, it’s only right that he does the same for you.
“thank you, ‘tsum,” you say after a while of just existing together on the couch.
he nuzzles into your neck and lets the warmth spread through his body at the feel of your torso against his. “‘course, sweetheart. but I’m still curious-“
he lifts himself up just enough that his face is hovering over yours. “where did you hide my gym bag?”
your peaceful expression twists into a smirk. “still not telling~” you sing.
he snorts. “alright, keep your secrets. we both know I have other methods of getting it out of ya. we’ve done this dance too many times, baby.”
you giggle and shake your head fondly. “oh ‘tsum, you couldn’t torture this information out of me. it’s too much fun for me to have something over you.”
his grin is wolfish as he takes in your words. “alright, sure, keep digging yourself into a deeper hole and see how fun it’ll be for ya later.”
“aww, you’re all bark no bi- hey!” you shriek as he playfully bites your nose.
“yeah, yeah, we’ll see if ya still think that when I’m done with ya.”
you don’t put up a fight when he slings you over his shoulder and carries you back to your bedroom.
BONUS:
you take the water bottle he offers you and gulp down half of it in one go.
he takes it from you and sets it off to the side before laying down beside you, equally spent. he feels you looking at him, so he raises an eyebrow at you questioningly.
he knows that look- you’re not completely ready to back down yet. just like when you lie, he thinks you look stunning when you refuse to give in.
“I hid it in the laundry room.”
he sits up a bit and looks down at you with narrowed eyes. “oh really?”
“uh huh.”
“and why’s that?”
the look on your face is lit up with sinister mischief, like you know your words will strike a chord inside of him. “needed to make sure it was in a place you don’t go very often.”
it’s obviously a jab with no real malicious intent (he’s very good about doing his laundry), but it has him playfully growling and pinning you beneath him once more.
“so that’s how it’s gonna be today, hm?”
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ahem. anyway. he is my everything and I would absolutely hide his things to keep him with me longer. inspired by me bc I have a horrible poker face. cannot lie without laughing to save my life.
@rrairey since this is the fic that one WIP came from I thought I’d tag you, hope that’s okay :3
@emmyrosee 🫶🏻🫶🏻
hope you enjoyed!
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hotdsworld · 2 months
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"Always an angel, never a god"
Aemond Targaryen x f!niece!Reader
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A/n: idk what to tell you I don't write angst so it sucks a little. Also! Title from the song “Not strong enough” by Boygenius. Credits to @cafekitsune for dividers.
love @youraverageaemondsimp for encouraging me
Part 2 - here
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Word count: 2,7k
Summary: Just when you think everything starts to get better, gods decide to play with you a little. 
Warnings:18+!, angsty smut? smutty angst? (idk), typical Targ incest, oral (f), 
p in v, unprotected, breeding kink 
Translations (feel free to correct me):
ābrazȳrys - wife
zaldrīzes - dragon
perzītsos - little flame 
valzȳrys - husband
riñītsos - little girl
The gods played a cruel joke… but they always do, don't they? You weren't supposed to be born and yet, here you were. A shadow of your older twin sister. Rhaenys was everything that you were not, perhaps that's why she was loved so much. You were different and you hated it. Both of you represented Visenya and Rhaenys, it wasn't hard to guess which one of them Rhaenys was. Your sister, named after the youngest of Conquerors, was as charming as Queen Rhaenys. You were twins, you looked the same and yet, you acted differently. You were Visenya and she was Rhaenys… and who cared about Visenya? Yes, they admired her for her strength and her epic battles, but what besides it? Rhaenys, on the other hand, was admired for her beauty, lovely personality, and battles. Rhaenys was like a better version of Visenya, maybe not as skilled in combat but still. Even Aegon himself noticed that, and that's why he married the other sister, that's why he spent more time with her than with Visenya. At least, that's what you were taught. That's what they taught everyone, ladies had no place in battles, especially princesses. Your parents allowed you to do so, after all, they were focused on their perfect little princess Rhaenys. You weren't jealous, you loved your sister greatly, you were happy for her…
but you were disappointed. No child should beg for their parents’ attention. You should have never been treated like a shadow of your own sister and yet… you were. Ever since you were born, Rhaenys was a sickly and delicate child so naturally, she was getting more attention but it never changed even though she became healthy. She had this good energy that you didn't, perhaps it was the gods’ will. Rhaenys was the sun and you were the moon. Even when you were bigger children, everyone was surprised that you played with the boys instead of learning with other ladies. Many traditional houses like House Lannister found it very repulsive, “a little girl playing with a big sword. Little girls should learn politics and how to please their husbands, they will never be ready for a real battle” was what they used to say. You knew they were wrong, but as a child, these words affected you. There was a time when you tried to be “normal” like Rhaenys, but all of the teachings and too-tight dresses were making you uncomfortable, forced smiles and perfect posture. It wasn't you and you couldn't pretend any longer. You felt like you were going to be the invisible twin forever, destined to live in the shadow of your older sister. Every time someone compared you to her, your heart was breaking. You just wanted them to notice you as you, not Rhaenys’ twin, but Y/n. There were very few things that brought you happiness: your dragon, it was your companion who seemed to understand your emotions. You were partners and you trusted him with your life, enjoying the flights at night on his back. The second thing: training with a sword, every time you picked one your heart was filled with joy. For in the training yard, you were free. Free to express yourself, free to show your emotions, free to show off your strength without being compared to your twin. On the training yard, you felt powerful and others admired you for your skills… but the thought of being a shadow always remained, a constant reminder of what you were not. One evening, you thought that perhaps everything would change when Rhaenys had this one crazy idea, you thought she wanted to spend some time with you when in reality she wanted to humiliate you.
Rhaenys wanted to have a horse race with you, just with you. You thought that finally, maybe your older sister would show that she cared about you, maybe there was a chance to bond after all. You were twins… you were one. You knew it wasn't going to be something nice as you saw that she prepared a pony for you and the fastest mare for herself. Rhaenys was no fool, she knew you wouldn't stand a chance, laughing with her noble friends. You never backed down from a challenge, you didn't back down from a race. Rhaenys was winning, it was a quick and easy win, but the gods love to play cruel jokes on humans, making her fall off the horse, her skull crushed because of a rock that she hit her head on. You couldn't believe it at first, one fall took her from you. Your older sister, your twin, your soulmate. It didn't matter how she treated you, how many times she would humiliate you in front of her friends, she was your sister and you could never hate her. The following events after her death were even more depressing. Even after her death, people saw you as Rhaenys’ reflection, never your true self. You yearned for someone to see you for who you were, for some kind of a connection… and Aemond gave you that. Aemond, who was your sister’s betrothed but ended up marrying you.
After Rhaenys’ death, there was chaos, many people blamed you, accusing you of murdering her. Your parents grew colder, did they believe that you were the cause of Rhaenys’ accident? You weren't sure of their feelings or thoughts, you never got to know them well enough. But the “alliance” between the family had to be kept, so your parents arranged that with Alicent and Viserys. Aemond was surprisingly silent, the same Aemond who would bully you in the training yard sometimes. The same Aemond that you always admired, he might have lost an eye but he gained so much more than a dragon, he gained a personality. He became stronger, he changed. You wished you could change, and become someone admired and loved like Rhaenys, but the moon will never shine as brightly as the sun. 
Six moons passed before you and Aemond wed under the customs of Old Valyria. It was your wish, Aemond wasn't too religious but between Valyrian Gods and The Seven he was more fond of the latter, mainly because of his mother. At first, Aemond did not say a word to you but it changed over months. It changed as he got to know you and he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity. The way you behaved… It reminded him of someone. It took fifteen moons since Rhaenys’ death for you two to become closer, and life was starting to get better. But the gods love to play cruel jokes on innocent people. 
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Aemond kissed your neck gently. Despite the circumstances of your marriage, he was affectionate and gentle. It didn't match his reputation but you didn't complain. Your body and mind longed for him every time that he was away. With him, you were feeling something that you had never felt before. You felt loved.
“Aemond,” you gasped surprised as he didn't wait for your answer and spread your legs wide. He was always so forward, and you were too… but never with him. It was surprising to you, how differently you acted around him, but you have never felt more like yourself.
“My pretty one,” Aemond whispers as his fingers move along the soft fabric of your dress, slowly going to the back of it to unlace your dress. You just tilt your head to give him better access to your neck, so he could give you more kisses. His hands worked swiftly, not wasting time. Your dress fell to the floor, revealing your body in undergarments. Aemond’s lips moved down to your collarbone, but this time, slower, he was getting rid of everything that you had left on your body. The feeling of his lips against your heated skin was bringing so much relief and pleasure. His lips were cold and a bit dry. After he got rid of everything and your bare body was on display, he picked you up not so gently and laid you down on your shared bed. Aemond ran his fingers along your collarbone, making you shiver at the coldness, his fingers moved down tracing patterns on your breasts. Aemond was playing with your sensitive nipples gently, biting his lip in satisfaction as he noticed how responsive you were. He was holding himself back from jumping on you right away. “Always such a good girl for me,” he kneeled between your thighs, ignoring his own arousal for now. “I need to taste this sweet cunt, will you let me, ābrazȳrys?” You blushed, despite being married to him Aemond was still affecting you like you two just met.
“Seems like my niece is unsure, I should remind her how good it feels, shouldn't I?” His slender fingers caressed your clit teasingly. Slowly, he licked up your slit, savoring the taste of your wetness on his tongue. Aemond pulled your legs on his shoulder before diving back down. The way he was twirling his tongue around your clit and along your folds had your body trembling. You tried to keep yourself quiet, you were a married couple but you didn't want to receive all those stares from others. “So good, the sweetest pussy in Westeros. I want you to cum on my tongue,” Aemond hums before plunging his tongue inside your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit. Your hips involuntarily bucking forward against his mouth. Aemond was looking straight into your eyes, his sapphire shining in the light. 
“Are you trying to figure out if I will fuck you? You don't have to worry, perzītsos. I'm going to make you cum for the second time, but now, on my cock,” he pulled his breeches down. Aemond was undressing painfully slowly, enjoying the needy look on your face. Your lips parted at what he called you. You heard this one before, he used to call Rhaenys like that at their secret meetings. You just shook your head gently, it was just a coincidence.
“Aemond, I’m-” you interrupted yourself with a moan. Your husband knew your body, he knew how to touch you. Aemond just raised his eyebrows like saying “really, that fast?” but he kept going, eating your pussy like it was his last meal.
Your fingers pulled on his hair and Aemond felt himself getting harder, he liked it when you played with his hair, even more, when you were falling apart thanks to his skillful tongue. Aemond held your hips as your body trembled and you spilled your juices on his waiting tongue. Aemond licked you clean, teasingly slowly before standing up. “So sweet… only mine,” he licked his lips. His eye never leaves you, just scanning your exposed body hungrily. Aemond admired the way you looked, cheeks flushed and breath heavy after he pleased you. Your eyes locked on his breeches and the obvious bulge beneath them. You bite your bottom lip wondering if he's going to do something about it. You wanted him to do something about it, better yet, you wanted him to use you to do something about it.
“That looks painful,” you said softly, looking at his hardness. Aemond just nodded slowly approaching the bed, without a word he got on top of you. 
“It is, but your precious pussy will help me with that, right zaldrīzes?” He sucked on your neck, leaving little marks. The head of his cock rubbing against your entrance, Aemond didn't rush anything. 
“Yes please, Aemond. I need you inside me,” you look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours. They were so full of life… and need.
“Do you? What exactly do you need inside you?” Aemond stopped kissing your neck for a second, rubbing his tip harder against your entrance. Your pussy was aching, you needed him to fill you up.
“You’re always so tight, riñītsos. All tight and wet for me, huh?” Aemond taunts, setting a punishing pace. “I would die for that cunt,” he grunts, moving his lips lower to your nipples. Aemond LOVED your breasts, always sucking or licking them. “I will fill you up real good, perzītsos,” he used the nickname again… that one nickname… Maybe it was nothing. Aemond was making you feral, the way your bodies fit perfectly together. You reached for his eye patch and gently took it off, the sapphire shining as he looked at you confused. You didn't mind the scar, his beauty never scared you. 
“Yes, yes I do. Please, I need your cock inside me,” you whimpered softly. Aemond smirked before kissing you passionately, he used that moment to push himself inside of you. You moan into his lips as his cock stretches you slowly.
“Yes, please… fill me up, valzȳrys. I wish to feel your seed deep inside of me, your little dragon perhaps,” you whispered softly. Aemond was going crazy whenever he heard you speaking in high valyrian. His cock twitched, he was getting so goddamn close. Your nails dug into his arms, but he didn't feel pain, only pleasure. With you, the pain was turning into pleasure. The way you accepted him for who he was.
“So eager to carry my offspring already, riñītsos? Do you wish for my seed to grow inside of you? To show everyone how good I fucked you? I will breed you, make you carry my dragons… we are going to make an army, aren't we? We will beat Jaehaerys and Alysanne, sweet thing” Aemond grunts. He cared about your pleasure so his hips perfectly angled to hit your G-spot. His hand slid down where your bodies were connected, his fingers began to rub your sensitive clit. You were falling apart for him, the only man who was allowed to see you vulnerable. 
“Come for me, riñītsos. I will breed you properly, but first, your precious cunt needs to come for me one more time,” he whispers and you melt underneath him. The tension snaps and you moan loudly his name, your walls clenching around him as you come on his cock. “How I love this little cunt,” Aemond groans, increasing the pace of his thrusts. “It's so comfy and warm. Perfect house for my offspring. You feel like heaven,” Aemond stares deeply into your eyes, his thrusts growing sloppy, his cock twitching. His breath grew heavier, his eye locked on yours, he didn't wish to look away. It felt intimate like your souls were connected. For one last time, Aemond pushed his cock deep inside you before he filled up your pussy. “Good job, it's so deep your womb will have no choice but to take it. I'm so proud, my beautiful,” he planted a kiss on your forehead. 
“Yes, we will- oh gods,” your head was empty. Aemond taught you what pleasure is. You couldn't get enough of him. 
“I love you,” you finally said those words. Aemond’s eye widened. You caressed his scar gently and Aemond closed his eye, savoring the feeling of your soft touch. You didn't expect him to say it back, not yet. Aemond stayed inside you longer than usual, he leaned closer to your ear.
“It will never be you. You will never be her, no matter what happens. When I look at you all I think about is Rhaenys. You will never be Rhaenys. he whispered, slowly pulling out. You bit your lip trying so hard to hold your tears back. It will always be her. It's always an angel and never a god. It's always Rhaenys, never you. Aemond put his clothes back on without looking at you and turned to leave. You didn't know what to do, you never chased after a man but it was something different with him. You felt a genuine connection.
“Aemond!” You wanted to run after him, but he didn't even turn back. He left like everything that happened meant nothing to him. Maybe it truly did mean nothing. You should have known better. You opened your heart just to get it broken. You opened your heart even though you shouldn't have.
 Little did Aemond know that it was you in the secret meetings with him, not Rhaenys. It was you who charmed him. But why did he use the nickname he used to call “Rhaenys” at the secret meetings? Just how much of a coincidence was that?
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kumori-suwan · 1 year
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MSBY! Atsumu Miya who announces he’s getting married on live national television to his longtime girlfriend of six years.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who spoils you rotten after meeting your sweet self at the flower shop during a mutual friends wedding.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who keeps you hidden from paparazzi, just for the drama. Loves watching all the jealous women fume over the fact that his sweet princess has him all to herself.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who gives you his credit card to buy your wedding dress in Spain, brings you, your parents and your friends to help you in your search.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who has practice the morning of your bridal appointment so he lets you go alone enjoy yourself.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who is completely unaware of how disrespected and hurt you are when your rude consultant tells you that you wouldn’t look good in anything they have.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who is unaware of the fact that your parents are about to go to jail for beating the woman up for calling you ugly and poor.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who arrives to see your parents and friends being kicked out of the bridal store after the employee claimed you all disruptive and rude.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who snaps the moment your mother explains what that woman said to you, your experience has been ruined and the manager and the employee that harassed you are both berating you for showing up to their store.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who is instantly recognized by the woman, who has the nerve to swoon and play cute once she’s met his eyes.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who fakes a smile, his left eye twitching in growing irritation when he sees you in tears and trembling.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who asks for opinions on dresses for his lovely wife-to-be and gets to see the most extravagant, elegant, and expensive dresses the store has to offer.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who sighs and turns to your upset state asking if you’d like the dress the woman offered, loud enough for all to hear.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who smirks all evil when the woman’s face pales, she could’ve made a great sale today if she hadn’t disrespected his sweet little Angel.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who rolls his eyes at her immediate apology and walks back towards you, leaning down and stealing a wet kiss from your pretty lips to help better your mood.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who flips off the shocked employees of the store as he lead you out, sweet revenge served for his special girl.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who commissions Asahi Azumane to design and make your wedding dress because of the disgusting events that unfolded in Spain.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who gets jealous when Asahi has to take your measurements for your dress to ensure it fits properly.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who practically falls in love with you all over again when he sees how your eyes sparkle as you help design your dress.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who plans your wedding with you any chance he can and readies for the big day.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who sends everyone he’s knows an invitation to the hugest most elegant wedding he can pay for.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who fights his twin brother, his best man, due to his nerves getting the best of him as he impatiently waits for you at the alter.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who shakes in nervousness as the wedding march begins to play and everyone stands to welcome your arrival.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who breaks down in tears the moment he sees you walk down the aisle in your gorgeous wedding dress, sniveling like a child on a cold day.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who kisses you before the priest even tells you he can, whispers how stunning you are and how he’s so lucky.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who completely forgets the vows he’s practiced for months, even reciting them during games and practices, and just starts spouting out compliments to your pretty face.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who’s sobbing face becomes a new meme thanks to his fellow Jackals posting his reaction to your vows on the internet.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who seals your marriage with the deepest, sweetest kiss his can as he lifts you up from your hips and spins you around out of pure joy.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who finally announces you to the world as Mrs. Miya, and treats you like an absolute queen.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya who can’t wait to have kids with you and. completely faints to the news of it when you tell him you’re pregnant after the steamy honeymoon in Rio de Janeiro.
MSBY! Atsumu Miya, who is now all yours no matter what anyone says and will keep you happy with every breath of his body!
His gorgeous, beautiful, calming, Angel of a Wife, Mrs. (Y/n) Miya. 💛🦊💛
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