#source: aftershock

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Y/N: I should warn you, I’m not very good at keeping secrets from Wanda. She has been known to use physical torture.

Kate: You mean she tickles you?

Y/N: As I said, physical torture.

[incorrect-thunderbolts]

Bob: I should warn you, I'm not very good at keeping secrets from Yelena. She has been known to use physical torture.

Ava: You mean she tickles you.

Bob: As I said, physical torture.

[incorrect-tmnt2012-quotes]

Raph: I should warn you, I'm not very good at keeping secrets from Mikey. He has been known to use physical torture.

Donnie: You mean he tickles you?

Raph: As I said, physical torture.

[incorrect-bridgerton-family]

Colin: I should warn you, I’m not very good at keeping secrets from Penelope. She has been known to use physical torture.

Eloise: You mean she tickles you?

Colin: As I said, physical torture.

[incorrect-leokamu-quotes]

Leo: I should warn you, I'm not very good at keeping secrets from Corrin. She has been known to use physical torture.

Niles: You mean she tickles you?

Leo: As I said, physical torture.

[itsrainingswhelse]

“The last thing I felt before my thoughts returned to my mind was an embrace.

It wasn’t warm. In fact, it was extremely cold. The rain certainly didn’t help, even if I couldn’t feel it.

I couldn’t feel anything. Not until I was with her again.

I wasn’t myself and she knew it. Yet, she couldn’t muster the strength to hurt me. Knowing I wouldn’t feel a thing.

Instead.

She hugged me, refusing to let go.

I couldn’t even hug her back.

The last thought I had in that state, apart of that final embrace was simply;

Whisper.”

WHISPANGLE ANGST WHISPANGLE ANGST!!

This art is based on my source memories!! >:3c

Don’t expect art like this constantly, my motivation comes in and out so stuff like this is gonna be rare

[frogaroundandfindout]

Nightwing tells Batman he’s going to be a cop and Batman wonders what more he can do as Bruce Wayne (Detective Comics #725)

[bonesbitchesboutcomicbooks]

“Steph is from a lower socioeconomic area” and “Steph is from the suburbs” are two ideas that can exist simultaneously

[eastsidemags]

Heartpiercer Signing w/ Rich Douek

Rich Douek is a local legend and an amazing comic writer.

He’s put out some stellar comics for publishers like IDW, Marvel, DC, Source Point Press, BOOM!, Mad Cave, Comixtribe and Aftershock! This guy has put out books with just about everyone in the biz!

Now, his LATEST book for Dark Horse is Hearpiercer:

Atala thought she was saving the world—but hunting the great beasts wound up dooming it. Betrayed by her lord, and left for dead, she awakes in a dark world overrun by nightmares, with a single mission on her mind: revenge.   A thrilling new dark fantasy tale from the minds of Rich Douek and Gavin Smith!

Come by Saturday, 5/25 between 2pm and 5pm and meet Rich, grab a copy of his newest book and maybe check out some of his previous works like Road of Bones (IDW), Gutter Magic (Source Point Press), Ocean Will Take Us (Aftershock) or Edge of Spider-Verse (Marvel).

Join us!

[thetremorssaga]

Go celebrate Burt Gummer Day with Levi!

[writingstreetspirit]

Want (Need) Your Taste

Summary: You and Bucky spend the morning in bed, doing some rather… pleasurable activities.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, oral (f receiving), handjob, (P in V) smut, unprotected sex, MINORS DNI. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: I’m rather inexperienced when it comes to writing smut, but I wanted to challenge myself. Who better to write smut about if not Bucky Barnes? Thank you for reading, I hope you’ll enjoy! <3

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“Look at me, doll.”

You forced yourself to listen to the spoken command, to open your eyes and tip your head forward to look down. Thick brown locks lay spread across the pillow, intense blue eyes staring up at you from between your legs where you straddled Bucky’s face.

The morning light shining in through the window of your bedroom had been what had awakened you. It was Saturday morning, and you nor your partner had anywhere to be today, which was too rare these days, what with both of your job titles.

Bucky had also still been in bed, but awake. He’d been lying down on his side, gazing at you with that painfully tender and devoted look he only ever reserved for you. It was impossible not to be affected by those eyes when he looked at you like that, and before you knew it, you were being tugged on top of him to ride his face, because ‘fuck, I need to taste you, doll.’

His lips trailed idly across your thighs, the pillowy skin already swollen and slick with your arousal. Bucky hummed, looking pleased with your eyes back on him again. “That’s it, keep those pretty eyes open. Watch me make you feel good.”

He returned back to your pussy, his mouth immediately jumping back to work. Bucky’s tongue licked long and firm through your folds, tasting you from the source, and all the way back up to your clit. He closed his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked.

A broken mewl fell from your lips, shuddering from the pleasure zapping from your core and all the way up through your body. Fingers slid into Bucky’s hair, gripping the strands as if it was your only anchor to stop you from trembling apart. Your hips rocked softly against his mouth, “Buck! Feels so good, fuck.”

Bucky groaned against your clit, the sound vibrating against the swollen nub. A whine slipped past your lips, your legs instinctively jerking as if trying to get away. His hands, both metal and flesh, held onto your hips firmer to keep you right where he wanted you. The unspoken words he was conveying were clear as day, ‘don’t pull away from me.’

His mouth was hot and wet as it sucked onto your clit firmer, flicking his tongue back and forth against the swollen nub. Your hand gripped tighter onto Bucky’s hair, keeping him close to where you needed him. The pleasurable sensation was steadily building, and you knew that it was not long before you were going to shatter. “I’m getting close, don’t stop!”

Bucky, ever the devoted lover that he was, did not disappoint. He didn’t speed up or change the rhythm, his mouth devouring you in the same way he had been doing. His hand, the metal one, let go of his firm grip on your waist. It instead creeped up your torso slowly, up to your chest. The firm hand cupped your breast, his thumb rolling the nipple for extra stimulation.

Moans were spilling out of your mouth with every breath you took, hovering over the release that was within reach. A pinch of your nipple and a delicious lick of Bucky’s tongue was what finally made you shatter. Your eyes slammed shut as the release tipped over the edge and washed over you.

Ears ringing, you couldn’t hear whether you were screaming or not, but you undoubtedly knew that sounds of pleasure fell from your wide open mouth. Wave after wave of bliss sweeped over you, warming you like a blanket. Bucky kept licking you through it, his tongue coaxing you through the aftershocks, working them out until your fingers loosen their hold of his hair.

Your chest rose and fell in fast, shallow breaths. Bucky stayed there a moment longer, kissing your inner thighs, his hands smoothing over your thighs and torso in tender movements. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Can never get enough of your sweet pussy.”

Once the aftershocks fully left you, you lifted up your hips and glided down his muscular body until you laid flat on top of him. Your hand reached up to cup his cheeks, your lips eagerly meeting Bucky’s in a hot and messy kiss. His hand cupped behind your head, his tongue teased against your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you granted. You let out a small moan against Bucky’s lips when you realized you could taste yourself.

In a swift and steady movement, Bucky guided you to lay back on the duvet before he rolled on top of you, strong arms caging you in around your head. His cock pressed against your thigh, hard and hot on your skin. Your breath stuttered in your chest at his obvious arousal.

Still kissing, your hand that had been clinging to his back began to slide down his pectorals and between your thighs. With a slow and steady hand you grasped onto his hard cock and gave it a firm stroke once.

Bucky broke away from the kiss with a stuttering moan, his pupils blown wide. His breath was hot as it fanned your face. “Shit, [Name]. Your hand feels so fuckin’ good.”

“Yeah? You feel good in my hand.” You started to stroke him again, the firm flesh twitching in your hand. You bit your bottom lip as you gazed up at the man above you, making note of every single reaction you pulled out of him. “I want you inside me.”

Bucky groaned, the sound bouncing around the room. He nodded eagerly, leaning down to kiss you deep and filthy again, only pulling away to hoarsely agree. “Yeah, I want that to. Wanna be inside you so fuckin’ bad.”

Crashing back against your lips, his body pressed close against yours. Your thighs fell to your side, spreading your legs wide open in invitation. He groans against your mouth as he sinks his hips between them. You tilt your hips up as Bucky presses the tip of his cock against your wet, sensitive pussy.

He sunk into your tight heat slowly, his hips pressed forward slow and deep, and the air was pushed out from both of your lungs. Your hands grasped onto his shoulders, holding onto him as you were being filled, the sensation intense and oh so good. Bucky’s breath caught on a soft groan, pressing his face against your neck. “God, doll. Your pussy feels so tight and warm.”

The both of you remained still for a few moments, getting used to the feeling of filling and being filled by the other. Then Bucky slowly pulls out only to just as carefully and slowly push in again. The sensation pulled a gasp out from your lips, your walls instinctively pulsing around his cock as if to pull him in deeper.

His hips rolled in and out between yours, the thrusts steadily gaining strength and speed until you’d both found the perfect rhythm that felt the best. The faint sound of his skin meeting yours filled the bedroom, along with the moans and groans that poured out of your lips.

“Oh, Bucky, right there! Just like that.” You moaned as Bucky rolled his hips into your own at the perfect angle, hitting the spongy spot inside that made zaps of pleasure spread through your whole body, all the way to your fingertips.

Bucky groaned against your cheek. He tightened his hold on you, pulling your body closer against his like he doesn’t want even an inch of space between you. “Yeah? Right there, sweetheart?”

You could only nod soundlessly, clinging onto Bucky’s shoulders with your hands harder, thighs trembling at the pure pleasure that was being given. You could already feel the orgasm building up inside you, and Bucky was doing a damn good job of building it up.

Surging up, you captured Bucky’s lips in a needy kiss. He moaned against them as you took his bottom lip between yours and nibbled, his hips stuttering on his thrust for a second.

Bucky suddenly propped himself up and pulled his head away from you, his lips trailing down your neck and to your chest. His mouth kissed across the soft skin before closing around a nipple, circling his tongue around the nub, his hips never slowing the thrusts.

The building release was so close now that you could almost taste it. You tugged at Bucky’s hair, the other hand scrabbling across his shoulders and back as you felt the thin thread start to snap inside. “Oh god, Bucky! I’m- I’m gonna-“

Your orgasm tore through you, long and deep. Your whole body locked up, thighs clenching, arms holding tight to his shoulders as the pleasure crashed over you in wave after wave.

As you tightened with your release, pulsing around his cock, Bucky too fell apart. He moaned your name, his whole body shuddering as he came, face buried in your chest. His hips never stop thrusting through his and your orgasm. ”Shit, [Name]!”

As the waves of seemingly endless bliss that had been washing over you slowly started to ebb away, Bucky slowed his thrusting to a stop and instead grew limp, collapsing down onto your body, his weight pressing you down further into the mattress. You accept his weight immediately, soothing a hand down his damp back as you wait for your heartbeat to slow down.

Once both of your breaths calmed down, Bucky slowly and carefully pulled out of you, and you shift as his come starts to drip out. You would eventually have to get up to clean up the mess between your legs, but that could wait for a couple minutes.

With a sigh Bucky rolled onto his back, his arms still wrapped around you, bringing you with him. You curled up into his side, his arm wrapped protectively around you, your fingers drawing slow circles over the skin of his chest. “I think I died and went to heaven there for a bit.”

You huffed out a laugh, nuzzling into Bucky’s warm chest. You shared the same sentiment. “That good, huh?”

He looked at you for a long moment, something soft and unguarded in his gaze, then leaned forward to kiss your forehead, lingering there. “It always feels that good with you, doll. Everything does.”

You shifted slowly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, your heart full with the love you had for the man beside you. He turned toward it and caught your lips with his in something achingly slow and full of promise, like he’s still memorizing what it feels like to be loved like this by you. ”I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, doll.” He pulled you tighter into his arms, tucking your head beneath his chin, nuzzling into your hair like he’s found his home. And you supposed that you both had, in each other.

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Kate: I should warn you, I’m not very good at keeping secrets from Yelena. She has been known to use physical torture.

Carol: You mean she tickles you?

Kate: As I said, physical torture.

[hsnlv]

can u do a jake x pregnant reader too?

warnings: 18+ mdni!, overstimulation, fingering(?), jake coming untouched :(

giggles because it’s cute

>>>>>>>

on most days, it’s normal to have jake clinging to you like you’re his only source of air, his face buried against your neck, lazy kisses pressed into your skin.

but ever since your little bump showed up, it’s like he’s been fucking starving for you. constantly touching, caressing, kissing, whispering the filthiest praises into your skin until you’re squirming in his lap.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, dragging his mouth across your throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “how do you look this fucking good carrying my kid? s’not fair.”

his hand slides low, finding your panties soaked, and he doesn’t waste a second before shoving them aside and plunging two fingers deep into your dripping cunt.

the stretch has you gasping, clinging to his shirt, but jake just growls low against your neck, rutting his hips into nothing as he fucks his fingers into you with rough, desperate thrusts.

“shit—look at you,” he pants, the sounds of your wetness loud between you. “taking my fingers like a fucking angel… my sweet, perfect girl. always so fucking ready for me, aren’t you, pretty thing?”

you moan brokenly, clenching around his fingers, and he chokes on a groan, hips bucking against you helplessly like he’s the one getting ruined.

and without warning, without even touching himself, he’s coming — hard.

he bites down on your shoulder with a muffled cry, his whole body shuddering violently as he spills into his boxers, hot and messy and completely wrecked just from the feel of you and the filth spilling out of his mouth.

as soon as he realizes what just happened, his face burns hot with shame.

“fuck—shit, i’m sorry,” he stammers against your skin, still fucking his fingers into you even as his body trembles. “i’m sorry, baby, couldn’t help it—you’re so fucking perfect—couldn’t even hold it—”

he sounds breathless, half-wrecked, half-apologetic, babbling like he’s not even sure what he’s saying anymore, face hidden against your neck like he’s trying to disappear.

but he doesn’t stop. if anything, he fingers you even rougher, angling his hand just right to bully your g-spot, thumb grinding mercilessly over your clit.

“gonna make it up to you,” he pants, voice rough and shaking. “gonna make you come so fucking hard, pretty girl. c’mon, fuck—need you to soak my fucking hand, baby, please—”

his hand is relentless, fingers slamming into you, wrist flexing as he chases your orgasm like a man possessed.

“be good for me,” he growls lowly, hips still jerking weakly against you from aftershocks. “let me feel it, come on, baby—wanna feel you make a fucking mess on me.”

you break apart with a cry, clenching down hard around his fingers as you come violently, your slick coating his hand and dripping down your thighs.

and jake just holds you through it, whispering rough, reverent praises into your ear, still mumbling, “so good, so fucking good… ‘m sorry, i love you, baby—so fuckin’ perfect for me…”

your whole body trembles against him as you come, thighs shaking, clenching so hard around his fingers you almost trap them inside you.

but jake doesn’t stop.

if anything, the way you break for him only seems to snap whatever thin thread of control he had left.

“fuck, that’s it,” he growls, sounding half-feral as he keeps fucking his fingers into you, dragging the swollen, overstimulated walls of your pussy against his knuckles again and again. “you’re so good for me… so fucking good…”

you whimper, hips twitching, trying to shy away, but his free arm wraps around your waist tightly, holding you down against him.

“no, no, baby,” he mutters, voice shaking, messy with how desperate he is for you. “need more… need to feel you do it again… can’t stop… can’t fuckin’ stop.”

your hand scrabbles at his wrist, weakly pushing, but he just shushes you softly, his lips dragging across your damp cheek.

“i know, sweet girl, i know,” he whispers, almost soothing but still ruthlessly grinding his palm against your clit. “so sensitive, huh? s’okay. just one more, baby. gimme one more, you can do that f’me, can’t you?”

you’re crying now, little broken sobs slipping from your lips as your body convulses from the overstimulation, but it just makes jake worse.

“fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry,” he rasps, hips grinding uselessly against your ass, his cock still achingly hard even after he came. “so fuckin’ beautiful like this… just a mess for me.”

he kisses your tears away, messy and desperate, his fingers never relenting — thrusting deep, curling wickedly, rubbing your clit in tight, brutal circles until you’re completely mindless.

“sorry, baby, i’m sorry,” he keeps babbling, breath hot and fast against your skin. “you’re just so perfect… i can’t fuckin’ help it… pussy’s too good, you’re too good, fuck—”

you scream when the next orgasm tears through you, harder and meaner than the last, your cunt spasming around his fingers so violently it knocks the breath from your lungs.

jake moans, actually moans, like he’s the one coming again, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels you soak his hand, slick dripping down your thighs, making a filthy mess all over his lap.

“that’s it, that’s my girl,” he whispers hoarsely, kissing your temple, your jaw, your trembling mouth. “so good for me… made for me… fuck, i love you so much…”

he finally, finally slows down, easing his fingers out carefully while you twitch and sob quietly in his arms, every muscle in your body spent.

he hugs you close, kissing your forehead over and over, murmuring low, broken apologies into your hair.

“‘m sorry, baby… fuck, i’m sorry… you’re too perfect… couldn’t help myself… i love you so much,” he mumbles, rocking you slightly like he’s trying to calm you both down.

but even then, his hands can’t seem to stop roaming, sliding over your thighs, your hips, your bump — still touching, still needing you like he hasn’t even begun to get enough.

[ultravi0lence14]

WELCOME TO THE BUNKER

dean winchester x angel!reader

1.5k | angst, enemies to lovers, szn nine

summary: waking up inside of the winchester’s bunker, you quickly start to realize that only one of the brother’s want you around their home.

WHEN ANGEL FALLS IN LOVE

“damn, she sleeps like a log.”

your mind was starting to wake up, the faint sounds of a gruff voice piercing through your veil of sleep. your eyes peeled open like worn out book pages, taking their time as you brought your hand up to shield your retina’s from the blinding lights.

how long you’d been asleep was a mystery to you. your body felt well rested, but it also felt like your bones had been dormant for years. the plush material beneath your body felt like a cloud, having you realize that the winchester’s had probably laid you to rest in a bed of sorts.

“dean!” you heard another voice exclaim softly in shock, a thud being heard from an unknown source. “she fell from heaven for christ’s sake, i’d also be asleep for a week.”

a week? was that how long you’d been asleep for? yeah, you fell from the sky at an inhuman speed, but you didn’t expect to be out for seven days.

when your eyes finally decided to peel open, a cream and industrial space was there to greet you. the winchester’s bunker is where you expected to be, but you didn’t plan on it being this nice. from this room alone, it seemed massive, and you were starting to already get overwhelmed.

it didn’t help that two large bodies loomed over you. as the clutches of sleep let go of your weak body, it didn’t allow you to realize that it was sam and dean who were hovering over you. so in a fit of fear, you leapt up in bed, shocking the brother’s to jump backwards as you scooted towards the headboard.

your eyes were widened in fear; even as your brain registered that it was sam and dean in the room with you. wether it be the aftershocks of the fall or adjusting to being awake after seven days you didn’t know, but your body couldn’t help but cower back as sam reached out towards you.

“hey, it’s okay.” sam spoke softly, coming to stand by the bedside while kneeling to be close to your frame. “we aren’t going to hurt you.”

the wide eyed fearful stare you gave sam softened as his reassurance sunk in your bones. all you could do was nod, looking from sam to his brother who didn’t share as soft as a reaction as sam did. “where am i?”your voice was soft, yet the gruffness of dean’s impending response hardened any of your feathery words that remained.

“our bunker,” his arms were crossed across his chest as he stood at the foot of your bed, looking down at you from his nose as he silently judged your presence. “in kansas. not a lot of supernatural creatures know about it, so don’t go flapping your gums and telling everyone.”

“dean!” it was like sam was conditioned to say his brothers name like that; shocked and full of distaste for how his brother was acting. “the poor girl just fell from the freakin sky, she’s probably confused. why would that be something she’d plan on doing?”

sam’s reprimanding had you shrinking back into the bed, making you realize how unwanted you were here. it wasn’t that sam didn’t want you around, it was just dean clearly didn’t want you there. if sam had to scold him so much, his animosity towards you was probably very high.

wringing your fingers together, you looked down at your bandaged hands as you attempted to pick at the skin around your fingers. “i don’t have to stay if that’s what you want, dean.” you mumbled, looking up at him as he stared you down. “i can go like cas, figure out how to live in this world alone.”

sam’s hand grasping yours had your head turning sideways, neck stiff as you tried to look him in the eyes. “no, you are welcomed here.” his words were steady, assured, like what he was saying was a fact. “we want to help you, that’s what cas wanted. so stay in bed for a little while, and when you’re ready, i’ll show you your room.”

you couldn’t help but feel a sense of something wondrous flow through your body. you weren’t too keen on emotions yet, but castiel had explained to you what some of them were and what they meant; and you were pretty sure you were feeling a sense of gratitude towards sam winchester.

he didn’t stay for much longer, briefly mentioning how he was going to find a room close to him or dean’s for you to stay in before he departed. with a blanket of silence falling over the room, you could finally take a moment to really sink into your mind and understand your emotions.

this was a new experience, and honestly, you were rightfully nervous. it was going to be hard, adjusting to having no grace and no angelic powers. you couldn’t fly, and you couldn’t heel people. you also felt a strange rumbling sensation in your stomach, and you were faintly sure that meant you were hungry.

everything was so new, and you realized that you had to figure out how you were as a person. all you’ve ever known is being an angel, how to be apart of a team and how to serve heaven. but now, you were your own person, and you could figure out whatever you wanted to be or who you were.

the world was still new to you, and you didn’t understand most of the things sam or dean talked about, but you were willing to try. you’ve been alive for millennia, yet you never truly lived.

falling was truly a blessing in disguise; because now, you could really enjoy life, and understand what it’s like to be alive.

“sam is the nice one y’know.” dean’s voice coming from the rooms entry had you jumping, eyes widening as you whipped your head to where he stood. his arms were crossed as usual, and his eyes held their usual steely gaze. he didn’t look happy, yet you weren’t surprised, for a sour expression was all he seemed to dawn around you.

visibly gulping as he descended towards you, your voice scratched against your throat as you attempted to talk to him. “i mean no harm dean, i swear.” the words came out in a croak as you attempted to plead your case, yet all dean could conjure up in response was an eye roll.

“i’m not stupid feathers,” the name didn’t come out tender, not like how cas would call you sweet pea. it came out demeaning, like he believed you to value yourself as some higher being who felt above him and his brother. “i know how you angels work, and i won’t allow you to come in here and judge me and sammy. if you thought i’d let you get away with being a bitch, then you are very wrong.”

his words made your lips quiver, eyes widening even more at his crude words. his entire life was centred around people leaving him, showing they never really cared. it wasn’t shocking that he didn’t trust you, that he would build such high walls around his emotions, that you wouldn’t even be able to get a peak inside. yet his words still left a stinging sensation on your gut, leaving a sour feeling in your chest.

“why are you so mean?” the words came out like a childish plea, a solemn whisper that had you reprimanding yourself at how dean made you feel like you were nothing. you were an angel for heaven’s sake. truly, you were above him. but you never thought like that, never believed that different species were placed in a tier.

castiel could be right sometimes. you were too sweet, a true angel. rightfully deserved of the description that people gave your kind. you believed that everyone should be treated equally. and like cas, you were too kind for your own good. so with dean standing above your rested frame, eyes cold as they stared at you, you attempted your last breath at making him see your true intentions. “you don’t even know me. i’m not like the other angels, i promise.”

all dean did was laugh, a bitter sound that scratched at your ears. “your promises mean shit to me, sweetheart. come and talk to me when you and your kind do something other than ruin me and my brothers lives.”

with that he stalked towards the door, not even letting you get a word in before he pipped in one last comment from the door. “try and stay far away from me, feathers. because if you try and piss me off, i’ll show you how mean i can really be.”

“is that a threat?” you wearily replied, trying to show some confidence as you weren’t up to be mistreated. you might be a kind person, but that doesn’t mean you were going to let people walk over you.

“no,” dean replied coolly, hand on the door frame as he was one step from being out of your sight. “that’s a promise.”

when you were finally alone, it suddenly set in that cracking dean winchester was a lost cause. he was cruel. a mean man that didn’t care about anything but what catered to him. sam was an honest and nice man, and if you would have to learn how to live by tip toeing around dean with his younger brother, then so be it.

TAGS: @floralscented @deansbeer @titsout4jackles @ostaramoon @haunteres @fallbhind @rubyvhs @foolinthera1n @taurus0queenie33 @vaiieydoii @jasvtsc @bitchykittenconnoisseur @galacticalllcafffeine @pascal-rascal424 @annoyingstrawberryballoon @fayeisuppose @angel-inspiredblog @geisterfvhrer @bluemerakis @si1ver06 @drqstqr @wh0s-ra3 @supernatural-bangtanboys @whump-loverz @mostlymarvelgirl @d3anwinchesterswife @youdontknowe @oceanolokys

*sorry chat, i kinda made dean a raging bitch. but i swear!!! he will change!! we all know our man and his trust issues!!!

[aeralux]

"Let's Get You Cleaned Up" - Aegon Targaryen

Summary: After Aegon fucks you breathless (as always), the only logical thing left to do, is to shower. But who is to say he can resist you there? He just wants to clean you up. ModerAegon!au

Warnings: SMUT; oral (m! and f! receiving); quite rough blowjob (but he is sweet about it); dirty language; x reader; oral in the shower

Words: 3.9k

Notes: Female Reader. No other descriptive language is used.

-- aera xx

You're still shaking, your body recovering from Aegon's brutal passion. Anyone could tell what had just happened in that bedroom, and it was so intense, so all-consuming, you felt like you might never walk straight again. Your legs tremble, collapsed on the bed, boneless and spent.

You can still feel him inside you, stretching you, filling you, claiming you in the most raw, animalistic way. Your cunt throbs in time with your racing heart, a dull ache that speaks of the intensity of your lovemaking. You're sore, exhausted, utterly wiped out - but you've never felt more whole.

Your releases mingle on your skin, sticky and warm, marking you as his. You run your fingers through the mess, marvelling at its slickness and volume. You came so hard, so often, lost in the heat of the moment, chasing that high repeatedly until you were both utterly spent.

"I love you," he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple. "More than words can say. More than I ever thought possible."

Aegon lowers his head, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss. A promise, a vow, a declaration of forever.

When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours. "You're my everything," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

Aegon's hands roam your body gently, reverently. He traces the curve of your hip, the dip of your waist, the swell of your breast. "I'm going to make you the happiest woman in the world," he promises, his lips brushing against your cheek.

You gaze up at Aegon through your lashes, a playful pout on your lips. "If you really want to make me the happiest woman on earth, you'd come shower with me," you purr, your fingers trailing lazily down his chest. "I feel quite... sticky."

You glance down at your thighs, coated in your mixed releases. "Ugh, look at the mess you made," you tease. "The least you could do is help me clean up."

You stretch lazily, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Unless, of course, you're too lazy for it," you taunt.

You let the suggestion hang in the air, waiting to see how Aegon will react. Will he rise to the temptation, and follow you into the shower like a good little puppy? Or will he sweep you off your feet and carry you to the bathroom himself?

Aegon's eyes darken with lust at your suggestive words, a slow grin spreading across his face.

He leans in, nipping at your lower lip. "Careful now, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Keep teasing me like that, and I might just decide to lick up every last drop of our mess."

Aegon's tongue flicks out, tracing the shell of your ear. "I'd start at your ankles," he purrs, his hand sliding down your thigh, "and work my way up. Slowly. Thoroughly. Until I reach the source of all that sweetness."

He nips at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "By the time I'm done, you'll be begging me to fuck you again. Right there on the bathroom floor, against the cold tiles."

Aegon pulls back, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Or," he says, his voice taking on a note of challenge, "I could always just pick you up and carry you to the shower myself. Hold you close as the water cascades over our skin. Wash every inch of you until you're all clean and fresh and ready for me again."

He raises an eyebrow, a cocky smirk on his face. "What's it gonna be, baby? You gonna let me take care of you?" Aegon waits for your response, his body already responding to the images his words have conjured.

Your breath hitched as his words sent a shiver down your spine. Your messy cunny ached to be filled by him again, the empty throb almost unbearable.

Images of him in the shower filled your mind - wet, glistening, covered in soap. You whined softly, clinging to him like a desperate puppy. You needed his touch, his hands, his cock. Anything.

Gods, he made you absolutely insatiable. "Please," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Aegon groans at your needy whimper, your desperate plea. Fuck, he loves seeing you like this, all wanton and wild-eyed, begging for his touch. It's the biggest fucking turn-on, knowing he's the one who drove you to this point, reduced you to a quivering mess.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me what you need. Beg me for it."

Aegon's hands roam your body, squeezing, kneading, teasing. He dips his fingers between your legs, feeling the slick heat of your arousal. You're dripping for him, practically gushing, and the knowledge sends a surge of pride through him.

He circles your clit with his thumb, drawing out a gasp from your lips. "You want my cock, don't you?" he purrs, pressing a finger inside you, then another. "Want me to fill you up, fuck you until you can't walk straight."

Aegon pumps his fingers in and out, curling them, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. You clench around him, trying to pull him further, and he chuckles darkly.

"Greedy little thing," he murmurs, his other hand coming up to pinch and twist your nipple. "You'll never get enough of me, will you? No matter how many times I fuck you, it's never enough." All you can do is nod in response, quiet gasps escaping from your parted lips.

He leans down, biting at your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. A reminder of who you belong to, who owns this body, this heart, this soul.

"I'm going to fuck you in the shower," he promises, his voice low and serious. "Going to bend you over and take you from behind, so hard and deep you'll forget your own name." All you can do is nod in response, 

You walk your fingers down Aegon's chest, marvelling at the hard planes of his muscles. "Mmm, you’re gonna clean me up?" You purr in a breathy tone, your eyes sparkling.

You lean in close, your lips brushing against his ear. "Let me take care of you," you breathe, your hand trailing lower, skimming over his abs. "I want to make you feel good too."

You nip at his earlobe, tugging on it gently. "I'll lick up every last drop," you promise, your voice low and husky. "Make you clean."

Aegon inhales sharply as your teeth graze his earlobe, your words sending a jolt of electricity straight to his cock. Fuck, the way you talk, the promises you make, it's enough to drive a man wild. To reduce him to a panting, desperate beast, ready to do anything, say anything, just to feel your mouth on him.

"Careful, baby," he warns, his voice rough and gravelly. "Keep talking like that, and I might just bend you over the bed and fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

Aegon's hand tangles in your hair, tugging gently, urging you closer. "You want to taste me, don't you?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "Want to wrap those soft lips around my cock and feel it slide down your throat."

He rocks his hips forward, grinding his hardness against your stomach. "I'd fuck your face so hard," he promises, his grip tightening in your hair. "Use your mouth like it's my own personal toy. Make you choke on my dick until you're dizzy and light-headed, begging for mercy."

"But first," he growls, his fingers circling your clit, "I'm going to eat this pretty cunt until you're screaming my name. Make you come on my tongue, my fingers, my cock. Over and over again, until you can't take it anymore."

He kisses you then, hard and dirty, all tongue and teeth and pent-up aggression. A bruising, brutal kiss that leaves you breathless and aching and needing so much more.

"Shower," he rasps against your lips. "Now."

You nod eagerly, a needy whimper escaping your lips as you grind your hips against his hand. "Yes," you breathe, your voice trembling with desire. "Shower…”

He captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans, and your breathless little gasps. His tongue delves into your mouth, claiming you, owning you, branding you as his.

When he finally pulls back, you're both panting, your cheeks flushed and your eyes glazed with lust. Aegon stands, effortlessly lifting you into his arms.

He carries you to the bathroom, your bodies still locked together, your skin slick with sweat and arousal. He sets you down on the cool marble floor, never breaking the kiss.

"On your knees," he commands, his voice low and authoritative.

You obey immediately, sinking to the floor. Aegon steps into the shower, turning on the spray. Water cascades over his body, plastering his hair to his head, and running in rivulets down his chest and abs.

"Be a good girl and clean me up," he orders, gathering shampoo in his hands.

"Use your tongue, baby."

The demand hangs in the air, heavy and dripping with promise. Aegon stands under the spray, the water beating down on his skin, waiting for you to obey. Waiting for you to worship him the way he deserves.

You tentatively approach Aegon's throbbing cock, your tongue out in anticipation. Your heart races as you take in the sight of him, standing tall and proud under the spray, water cascading over him.

You start with little kitten licks along his shaft, your tongue darting out to taste his salty skin. You trace the thick veins running along his length, marvelling at the size of him, the hardness.

Encouraged by Aegon's low groan of approval, you wrap your lips around the leaking tip of his cock. You taste his pre-cum on your tongue and can't help but moan, the sound muffled by his thick flesh filling your mouth. 

You start to bob your head, taking him deeper with each pass. Your hands come up to grip his hips for balance as you lose yourself in pleasuring him, in worshipping his cock with your mouth.

Aegon's head falls back with a guttural groan, fingers threading through your hair. "Fuck, just like that," he grunts, his hips rocking into your face. "Take it deeper, baby. Choke on my cock like the good little girl you are."

"That's it, baby," he groans, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take it deeper. Worship my cock like you mean it."

His hips roll forward slightly, pushing his length further into the velvet heat of your mouth. He can feel your tongue swirling around him, tracing the sensitive underside, teasing the weeping slit.

As you eagerly suck on Aegon's throbbing cock, you feel his hands gently threading through your hair. The sensation of his fingers massaging your scalp as he lathers your hair with shampoo makes you moan around his thick shaft, your eyes fluttering closed in pure bliss. Aegon's tender touch, mixed with the dominant way he uses your mouth to pleasure himself, has you absolutely lost in the moment, craving more of his delicious cock.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he pants, his eyes locked on the erotic sight of you on your knees, his cock disappearing between your lips. "Such a good girl for me, so obedient, so eager to please."

He rocks his hips in time with your bobbing head, setting a steady rhythm, a tempo that has him hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. You gag a little, but it only spurs him on, making him thrust deeper, harder.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice rough and authoritative. "I want to see those pretty eyes of yours when you swallow my cock."

He pulls back slightly, letting you catch your breath, before pushing forward again. His cock stretches your lips, fills your mouth, dominates your senses. The taste of him, the weight of him, the sheer size of him - it's overwhelming, consuming, all-encompassing.

You gaze up at Aegon through your lashes, your eyes glossy and unfocused. His hands grip your hair, holding you steady as he shampoos your hair and thrusts into your mouth, his thick cock stretching your lips obscenely. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes off the tiled walls, mingling with your muffled moans. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them back, determined to take every inch of him. 

You can feel your own arousal dripping down your thighs, pooling on the cold, wet floor beneath you. The sharp contrast of the hard tile against your skin only serves to heighten your desire.

You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder, faster, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. You can taste the salt of his pre-cum on your tongue, the musky scent of him filling your nostrils. It's intoxicating, overwhelming, driving you wild with lust.

"Such a good little girl," Aegon growls, his hips snapping forward, burying himself deep in your throat. "You love having your pretty mouth used like this, don't you?"

You moan around his length, the degradation and praise only fuelling your desire.

Aegon groans deeply, his cock throbbing in your mouth as he thrusts into your warm, welcoming depths. He savours the sweet submission in your glazed eyes, the way your throat constricts around him as he claims your mouth.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his pace increasing, fucking into your face with abandon. "Take it all. Every fucking inch. You're mine, all mine."

He pulls your head forward, burying his cock to the hilt. You gag and splutter around him, but he doesn't relent, keeping you in place until tears stream down your cheeks.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful like this," he rasps, his thumbs brushing away your tears. "My perfect little cocksucker. Sodesperate for me, so hungry for my cum."

Aegon pulls back, letting you gasp for air, before ramming back in, setting a brutal pace. The wet, obscene sounds of your blowjob fill the steamy bathroom, mixing with his grunts and your muffled moans.

"Gonna fuck this pretty face until you're choking on my cock," he promises darkly, his eyes blazing with lust. "Gonna pump you full of my seed, mark you inside and out as mine."

His balls tighten, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his peak. "Get ready, baby," he warns, his voice strained."Gonna cum down your throat. Swallow every last drop like a good girl."

With a final thrust, Aegon explodes, his cock pulsing as he empties himself into your waiting mouth. 

"Fuck, yes!" Aegon roars, his cock erupting in your mouth, pumping load after load of thick, hot cum directly into your stomach. Thick, hot ropes of cum coat your tongue, fill your cheeks, and you swallow greedily, eagerly, determined not to waste a single precious drop. His whole body shudders as he empties himself inside you, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over him until he's spent, drained, utterly satisfied.

You swallow every drop of Aegon's thick cum, a few pearly white strands clinging to your chin. As you pull back, gasping for breath, you can't help but cough, your throat used and raw from his brutal thrusts.

You gaze up at Aegon through your lashes, eyes big and doe-like. Your eyes are still a bit unfocused, glassy with lust and submission. Shampoo suds cling to your hair, waiting to be rinsed away.

Aegon's chest heaves as he catches his breath, his cock slowly softening in your mouth. He looks down at you, his eyes dark and intense, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Fuck, baby," he rasps, his voice low and husky. "You took my cock so well. Such a good little cocksucker for me."

He reaches down, cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away the stray drops of cum clinging to your chin. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice filled with possessive pride. "My perfect little princess, all used and marked up." 

Aegon straightens up, his hands going to your hair, massaging the shampoo into your scalp. "Let's get you cleaned up, baby," he says, his tone gentler now, almost tender. "Can't have you walking around dirty."

He takes his time rinsing the suds from your hair, his fingers never stopping their gentle massage. The warm water cascades over your body, washing away the evidence of your debauchery, but leaving the memories, the imprint of his touch, his possession.

You hum softly as Aegon's strong fingers work the shampoo through your hair, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss. His thorough ministrations send shivers of pleasure racing down your spine, the warmth of the water and his touch melding into pure magic.

"There. All clean. But don't think for a second that we're done, baby."

His lips crash against yours in another bruising kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, staking his claim, marking you as his.

When his lips claim yours in a searing kiss, you meet his passion with your own, your tongue tangling with his in a sensual dance. The taste of him, the feel of him, it's intoxicating, addictive.

But as the kiss deepens, your knees begin to tremble, the ache of kneeling on the hard, unforgiving tiles finally catching up with you. With a soft whimper, you carefully manoeuvre your body, settling onto the cool floor. The change in position allows the warm spray to soothe the dull throb, and you lean back against the wall, letting the water cascade over your shoulders.

Aegon's eyes darken as you lay back, your body relaxed and pliant in his wake. He drinks in the sight of you sprawled there, wet and wanton, completely at his mercy.

He steps out of the spray, water sluicing down his chiselled body, dripping from his hair, and his stubble. "Look at you," he growls, his voice low and rough. "So fucking beautiful, baby. So perfect."

Aegon drops to his knees, his hands skimming up your thighs, parting them. He leans in, his breath hot against your sex. "I can smell how wet you are," he murmurs, his fingers ghosting over your clit. "Fuck, you're dripping for me, aren't you?"

Without warning, he dives in, his tongue delving into your folds, lapping at your essence. He groans at the taste of you, heady and sweet, pure ambrosia.

"Taste so fucking good," he grunts, his tongue circling your clit, flicking, teasing, driving you wild. "Could eat this pretty cunt all day."

His fingers join the fray, plunging into your heat, curling, stroking, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. He sets a relentless pace, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Gonna clean you up, baby," he growls, his words vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "Gonna swallow every drop of your sweet cream."

You whimper and gasp as Aegon's skilled tongue and lips work their magic on your throbbing pussy. Your fingers tangle in his wet hair, tugging him closer, urging him deeper. "Oh gods, Aegon… Yes, more!" You mewl wantonly, your back arching off the slick tiles. Pleasure sparks through your nerves with each flick and swirl of his tongue.

The lewd sounds of his feasting echo obscenely in the steamy bathroom. You writhe and buck shamelessly against his face, too lost in ecstasy to care how desperate and needy you must look. All that matters is chasing more of this bliss he's giving me.

"Please, Aegon, I'm so close…" You whine, eyes rolling back as his tongue zeroes in on your aching clit. Your thighs quiver and clench around his head, your hips rolling feverishly. You can feel the telltale tingle building low in your belly, coiling tighter and tighter.

Aegon growls against your pussy, his fingers digging into your thighs as he devours you. The vibrations of his voice against your sensitive flesh make you buck and moan, your hips grinding against his face, seeking more, more, more.

He laps at your clit, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly. At the same time, he pushes two fingers deep inside you, crooking them just so, rubbing against that spot that makes you see stars.

"That's it, baby," he rasps, his words muffled, his voice dripping with lust. "Ride my face. Fuck my mouth. Let me hear how good I make you feel."

Aegon can feel you tightening, your walls fluttering around his fingers. He doubles his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing you to the brink.

"Gonna cum for me?" he asks, his voice a dark promise. "Gonna soak my face? Paint me with your cream?"

He seals his lips around your clit and sucks hard, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers piston in and out, in and out, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust.

Your moans echo off the tiled walls, your body writhing under his relentless assault. Pressure builds deep in your belly, coiling tighter and tighter with each flick of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers.

"That's it, baby," Aegon rasps, his voice rough with lust. "Cum for me. Let go. Give me everything."

With a keening cry, you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your thighs clamp around his head, your hips bucking wildly as you ride out the intense waves of pleasure.

Aegon laps it all up, his tongue greedily licking and sucking, prolonging your climax until you're boneless and spent, collapsed against the wall, gasping for breath.

You try to catch your breath as your release trickles down your inner thighs, leaving a sticky trail. With each inhale and exhale, your ample breasts rise and fall, the soft flesh jiggling enticingly.

Reaching out, you gently caress Aegon's cheek, silently praising him for bringing me such exquisite pleasure. Your fingertips trace the sharp line of his jaw, the stubble that has grown there, before delving into his damp hair.

You pull him into you, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring all your gratitude and adoration into the press of your mouth against his. Aegon responds eagerly, his kiss consuming, all-encompassing, leaving you breathless once more.

As you break apart, you gaze up at him through your lashes, a soft, sated smile on your lips. "I love you," you murmur.

Aegon's heart swells at your words, your tender touch, the love shining in your eyes. He leans into your caress, his eyes fluttering closed, savouring the feel of your fingers in his hair, the soft press of your lips against his.

When you pull back, he gazes down at you, his expression open, vulnerable in a way he rarely allows himself to be. "Love you too, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. "So fucking much."

He rests his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. At this moment, the rest of the world falls away - there is only you, only this. The love, the connection, the rightness of it all.

"You're mine," he whispers fiercely, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close. "Mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to protect. Always."

Aegon seals his vow with a kiss, deep and passionate, pouring all his love, all his devotion into the press of his lips against yours. He loses himself in you.

"Now let's get clean… and actually shower this time," he says with a chuckle, holding his hand out to you and pulling you up. "And then we can order food and watch whatever you want," Aegon murmurs against your neck and places a kiss in the crook of your neck.

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I would LOVE to see 28 or 31 from the touching prompt list with Sylus !!

I'm Sorry (I Still Love You)

Sylus x gn!Reader

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28 - feeling for each other in the dark

I spent half the day making cake pops. I'm so tired ;-;

Warnings: hurt/comfort, no dialogue, established relationship, literal sleeping together, cuddling, arguing

Word Count: 725

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The argument was stupid. Certainly nothing worth remembering the source of, but its aftershocks rumbled enough to form a crack between you and Sylus. A deep, yawning chasm that neither of you is willing to cross. You’re both stubborn. Too stubborn to admit you’re wrong, let alone that the other is right.

But you’re also too stubborn to go to the guest bedroom. And Sylus isn’t one to give up territory easily.

That is how you found yourselves in his large bed, laying on opposite sides of the mattress, with your backs to each other. It’s not like this doesn’t hurt - you hate it, hate laying there without the warm, solid protection he brings wrapped around you - but this argument isn’t going anywhere when you’re both so pent up. It’ll just deteriorate into another big mess.

You try not to imagine his thoughts as you tug the blankets higher around your neck and shoulders. They do very little to block out the cold chill that is ever-present in his room, but you’d use paper towels if it meant proving a point. The rustling is deafening in the silence. His steady breaths and erratic heartbeat are too far away.

Seconds tick by, drawn out until each one feels as long as an hour or more. Sleep evades you. Mocks you. Taunts you alongside the dim light of your digital clock. Only 30 minutes have passed. You’re cold, emotionally exhausted, physically drained. If you can just fall asleep; if you can just close your eyes and drift away, you won’t have to think about it any longer.

You squeeze your eyes shut and bury your cold nose under the edge of the blanket…

…..

…….

Nothing happens. Time ticks by. You don’t want to be the first one to break. You don’t want to be the one to give in and give him the satisfaction of a victory, no matter how desperate you are.

The sheets rustle, but you remain still. You hate the jolt of panic that runs through your veins. The fear that he’s going to leave, sleep on the couch or even in another room entirely. Leave you utterly alone. Cold.

You jolt again when something touches your back. It pulls away just as quick, but you can feel its radiating warmth just behind you. Right there. A bridge across the canyon that divides this bed, a bed that has a divot in the center after so long.

Time passes, but it remains. You swear you can hear his anticipation. Hear the silent pleas of his heart that beg for permission to touch you again. Even if he can’t hold you, even if you don’t give him that much, all he wants is one small anchor to you.

You wonder how long he would wait there. Wonder if he would keep his hand resting on the bed inches away just for the chance to stay somehow close. Wonder if he’d wait minutes or hours before sliding it away, slinking back to his half of the bed, to his lonely island.

You wonder because you’ll never know the answers.

You slowly reach your arm out behind you, seeking. He stays still, waiting. The first brush of skin is ecstasy. His warm fingers that shift and curl to hold your hand. That slip so effortlessly between your own, like they’ve made a home there that can never be forgotten. He soothes his thumb over your knuckles, a silent message.

I love you. I’m sorry we’re fighting, but I still love you.

All it takes is one little tug to join the walls of the chasm together. One little tug to have this large, imposing man turning over and sliding over to your side.

His hand never lets go of yours as he curls himself around you. He exudes heat like a furnace. It chases the cold away, effectively banishing it out of the blankets, out of the bed. Your intertwined hands rest together on your stomach, adjusted so his palm rests against the back of your hand. You align your other arm along his where it wraps around you, your palm to the back of his hand this time.

The rustling settles for the final time tonight. SIlence blankets the room once more, relieved of its oppressive harshness. The only sounds are your shared breaths and beating hearts.

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