#v; a home with gems

[outoftheirdifferences]

Open post-Christmas starter!

"Look! Come and look what I got for Christmas!"

She was positively beaming from ear to ear. This wasn't even her first Christmas in Garnet's home; but even three years on, they were still finding new and exciting ways to surprise the 12-year-old.

Still clad in her favourite festive sweater, the one with candy canes depicted all over it, even though Christmas day was a few days behind them at this point, Vanellope wasted no time in guiding the other through the beach house and upstairs to her bedroom. Laid out on the floor before them, in amongst a satisfying number of other presents, was her new pride and joy.

"It's the most modern Scalextric track kit! Now I can play at being a racer in real life, not just in video games! And it's totally got a butt-tonne of impressive features, too."

She'd never had one of these before, but she'd sure ogled them in the catalogues plenty of times. Looked like someone had finally taken notice.

She was already holding out a controller to her guest.

"So c'mon. You gotta challenge me to a few rounds now that you're here..."

[outoftheirdifferences]

"Oh, I mean, sure. Totally no pressure. Just thought she'd like t' learn that she's got a friend in your world, you know?"

Her smile was only small, but her words sincere. It was kinda weird to think of, honestly. An alternate timeline sounded fine, in theory, until you thought of where you yourself had ended up in that timeline.

"She'll probably still live halfway across the country, back where Garnet found me. I'll point out my old school on a map sometime, it'll be the best starting point to look for her."

Back to the moment, though. Right.

"You got it! That candy's gonna be wondering where we've got to if we take much longer getting to it, right?"

Giving Spinel a pat on the arm that was meant to be reassuring, the girl spun on one foot to point back in the direction they'd been going.

The request was unexpected, and it slightly took the Gem off guard for a moment. Whether or not Garnet had ever adopted anyone was a clear no. But...she didn't know if Vanellope even existed in her timeline; she had never met her before coming here. It was still a possibility; there were a lot of people on Earth.

"I...I can try. I can't promise anything, but I'll try my best."

The atmosphere felt heavy with responsibility, now that Spinel had agreed to the request. She was worried she wouldn't be able to fulfill the request. What then? Would she be sincere, but risk hurting Vanellope's feelings, or would she opt for a white lie that could be discovered at any time? The Gem tried not to think about it too much; after all, she hadn't even left this timeline yet.

"We..should focus on the present, for now." It was more directed at herself than anything.

[silvcrignis]

@wingsxnlead liked this post for a Gemini De Vil text

{SMS to Yvonne}: NO NO NO we NEVER caught the life we accidentally created!!! He ESCAPED & like... We still don't know where the big lug IS! {SMS to Yvonne}: We're bad scientists & princes all in one go, that thing was HUGE & is definitely killing people as we speak. &&& Me an Carl are jus like: Joel come back home, you still only have one arm we need to complete you big guy:'/... We put out posters but no one ever called.

[ace-turned-confused]

love thy neighbour

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pairing: joel miller x f!reader summary: you visit your parents for the holidays, and their new neighbour joel miller makes the trip far more exciting. word count: 3,6k warnings: 18+ only, reader is able-bodied & wears a skirt, food & alcohol consumption, christmas & new year celebrations, unspecified age gap, joel gets a sneak peak, smut, fingering, unprotected p in v, spanking, creampie hallelujah, come eating, dirty talk, praise kink a/n: MERRY VERY LATE SECRET SANTA EM @hellfire-state-of-mind !!!! this is over a month late and i've never felt more guilty about something in my life. ilsm you are a GEM! i hope this makes you twirl your hair and kick your feet and melt into a puddle, as you requested. 💛 this is the first fic i’ve managed to finish since SEPTEMBER and idk i’m just proud of myself, times are tough. 🫡 not beta'd

The neighbourhood has hardly changed since your last visit — no fresh coats of paint, no new landscaping, no new drama. The one thing that has changed, is a new face that’s moved in across the street from your parents. He waved to you the first time you passed each other, flashed a contagious smile and a cheeky wink as he collected his post and headed back inside his own home. You’ve been hooked since then.

Your childhood bedroom has a wide window that faces the street, with a clear view of the front of his house. Whether arriving home or leaving, or simply standing talking to someone, you always admired him. You made a habit of going out too — sometimes for no real reason — on the off chance you’d get a closer look at him.

He caught you staring one day as you dared to walk on his side of the street and met him in his driveway — brown tangled curls laced with silver, broad shoulders and arms that filled out his sleeves — you shot your eyes up before you could look any lower, a small smirk and knowing look on his face as he turned around to walk away. He hasn’t given you his name and you haven’t been bold enough to ask. You still stare, just not when he’s looking.

-

Your parents told you the house would be quiet this Christmas, with no extended family or friends — just the three of you spending some quality time together while you’re visiting for the holidays.

It's mid-Christmas morning and you’ve exchanged presents with your parents, with plenty of smiles, hugs and thanks. Your mom sets the table and your dad checks on the food while you get ready for lunch, still wanting to dress nice for the occasion. You hear the doorbell ring through your door, followed by muffled voices. Satisfied with your appearance, you head for the living room, a deep and unfamiliar voice becoming clearer as you enter the room.

There he is — the hot and mysterious neighbour you’ve been drooling over from across the road.

Your mom turns to you as you stand, fiddling with your clothes and unsure how to act.

“Oh, you’re finished! This is Joel, have you met already?”

“No, haven’t had the pleasure,” Joel cuts in and answers for you, standing before you with an outstretched hand. You take it, his hand dwarfing yours, calloused fingers rough against your palm.

“He’s on his own for Christmas, so I invited him to join us.” Your mom smiles at you. “It’s only us three, there’s plenty of food and Christmas cheer to go around!” She claps her hands together, waltzing away to the table.

Joel gives you that same cheeky wink and smile you’ve seen before, but up close it has a much stronger effect than you were prepared for — it’s going to be a long day.

-

Everyone sticks to the usual mundane topics of the weather and traffic and the best fertiliser to use for the lawn. You don’t say too much through lunch, distracted by Joel’s voice and charm and the occasional smouldering look he throws you. Every time you glance at him, he’s already staring at you.

When your parents get up to clear the table once everyone’s well-fed, you jump up instead and volunteer — if you have to watch Joel any longer you might just jump at him across the table, to hell with your parents. His eyes follow you over their shoulders as you leave the room, plates in hand. You look back to the table one last time, catching his eye as he smirks and takes a swig of his drink.

You start to rinse off the plates and put leftovers into containers, laughter and quiet chatter sounding from the dining room. Joel wanders into the kitchen and sets his glass down, leaning against the counter next to you and looking around the room.

“So, uh,” you clear your throat, awkwardly trying to make conversation and avoid embarrassing yourself. “When did you move here?”

“Couple months ago, nice neighbourhood… even better now, though.” You can see him grinning in your peripheral vision.

“Are you coming to my parents’ New Year’s Eve party?”

“I am, why? You lookin’ for your midnight kiss?” he teases.

“I have plans already,” you scoff at him, “I actually wanna have fun on New Year’s, thank you.”

“Suit yourself,” he falls silent and angles himself closer to you. “You make the dessert?”

“Mhm.”

“Nice ‘n sweet.” He grabs the dessert bowl from your hands and drags two fingers along the inside.

You watch him, your lips parting as he sucks his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean. What would it feel like if those were your fingers instead? Or, better yet, if he shoved his fingers into your mouth?

He pulls his fingers out and opens his mouth to say something more, but he’s interrupted by your parents as they enter the room. He shoots you his signature wink before giving them his attention, and that’s the last you see of him.

-

The week after Christmas flashes by.

You bailed on your original plans of partying with your friends, coughing up a poor excuse why you couldn't go out with them anymore — with Joel coming to your parents' house again, it’s the first time in years you're willing to spend the otherwise boring last night of the year at home. Maybe you’re foolish for lusting after him, but that’s what New Year’s is for.

After spending the afternoon plating snacks, chilling drinks and fluffing pillows, you now pace in your room, deciding what to wear tonight. Your pre-picked club outfit is far too disrespectful for the new company you’ll be in tonight, but maybe you could make parts of it work…

You ditch the stockings and swap out the heels for flats. Your skirt stops mid-thigh once you make some adjustments, and change your risque top for a more neighbour-friendly one with ties in the front — if you look hard enough you can still spot your bra peeking through the gaps, but nobody here tonight should be doing that anyways. Except for Joel, maybe. You make sure it’s a decent bra in case he does. After all the effort you’ve gone through, you hope he does.

Hijacking the aux as soon as you come out into the living room again — you do not trust your dad’s music choices — you sit pretty with a drink in hand as everyone from up and down the street starts arriving.

You’re cornered by The Nosy Old Couple, getting grilled about jobs, partners and general life choices when Joel walks in. He looks around the room as your parents greet him, eyes finding yours as you try signalling him to rescue you. He simply smirks before turning and walking away — that bastard.

-

Joel watches you the whole night. He really shouldn’t — the neighbour's daughter, definitely too pretty and likely too young — but he can't find it in himself to care. What's the harm in a bit of holiday fun?

He could have saved you from that gruelling conversation, but then he’d have to let you go sooner. And it would look rude, strange, even, to tell your father, thanks for the welcome, but I’d rather spend the night chattin’ up your daughter.

So he settles for watching, for now at least.

The shift from a forced smile to a genuine one, your shoulders relaxing as you get yourself another drink and keep yourself in decent company. His eyes roam now, and he allows himself to stare while in your calm state, the same way you’ve always stared at him from across the street.

The way your lips part and slide over the rim of your glass, the delicate grip of your fingers, the hint of lacy fabric in the gaps in your top. Your almost-too-short skirt and how it hikes up when you cross your legs. Would you let him pull the ties loose and watch it fall open? Glide his hands up your legs and underneath your skirt?

You stand and laugh at someone's joke, reaching for your things. Something falls out of your grasp and you bend over to pick it up, your panties peeking out from underneath your skirt, just for him to see. His jeans tighten just so, the air in the room heating up as he clears his throat. He should look away, but he keeps staring, his own lips parting now as he imagines what’s beneath that fabric.

You turn around and catch his eye, all unassuming and innocent. He wonders if you know what you’ve done. You walk towards him, maintaining that look, and it’s evident you’re unaware. He’ll make sure to tell you.

-

Most of the night has passed already, and you finally get to talk to Joel.

“So much for those plans you had for tonight.” He leans towards you as people push past behind him, raising his voice above the music.

“Oh, uh, my friends cancelled, so…”

“Still hopin’ for a night of fun?”

“Are you offering?”

He downs the rest of his drink, jaw ticked to one side as he stares you down. He dips to speak in your ear, “You should be careful next time you’re bendin’ over in this little skirt of yours, sweetheart… I could see those pretty panties from a mile away.”

You step back from him, mouth agape at his admission — he just smirks at you, his eyes darkening. You hoped Joel would look at you tonight, but it was a long shot. You're deciding what to say when everyone gathers in the lounge — your dad’s put a countdown on the TV, and it’s a minute before midnight. You pull Joel into the hallway, away from the crowd and out of sight.

“So, you gonna kiss me at midnight or not?” You spin to face him, leaning against the wall with a naughty smile.

“I reckon your parents won't be too pleased havin’ their daughter kissin’ an old man like me.” He stands firm, arms folded across his chest.

“Well, they wouldn’t be too happy having an old man like you looking up my skirt…” You trail off, distracted by his arms.

“You’re the dirty girl bendin’ over and flashin’ her panties. Would you have wanted me to look away?”

He unfolds his arms and grabs the back of your neck, pulling you to meet him as he leans to kiss you, his beard and moustache scratching against your skin and you reach up to hold his arms. It’s rushed and desperate and over before you can take in what’s happened, but god you need it to happen again.

He looks around at everyone cheering, hugging each other and topping up their drinks. He grabs your wrist and pulls you through the house without a word.

-

Joel sneaks you out of the house and drags you across the street towards his own. Your eyes linger on his shoulders and back as he unlocks his door. He turns a lamp on once inside and closes the door behind you both, pinning you against it.

“What are you doing?” You ask lazily, taking in his features in such close proximity.

“Givin’ you that night of fun you were wantin’.”

He kisses you again, licking into your mouth and taking his time now as he runs his hands down your body, lifting your skirt to bunch it around your waist. He pushes one hand down between your legs to cup you over your panties and you grind into him — subtly at first, but it’s enough for him to notice and he smiles against you.

“That needy already, huh?” He says lowly, huffing a laugh when you whimper quietly. “Don’t gotta be quiet, sweetheart. Why you think I dragged you here? Ain’t gonna be much fun if I can’t hear how good I make ya feel.”

He spins you around and walks you towards his couch, backing you into the armrest. He pulls the ties on your top and drops it to the floor, fixated on the lace now in full view. He squeezes your breasts, fingers tweaking your nipples through the fabric as he looks up at you again.

“You wear this lacy number every day? Or just on special occasions?”

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head, lips parted as he keeps working his fingers, “I wore it just for tonight, for you… in case you noticed it.”

“Oh, I noticed alright,” he chuckles.

His fingers slow down and his hands begin to roam again. You take the reprieve to lift his shirt over his head and drift your hands down his bare chest. You stare at his broad shoulders and torso, almost in awe, as you reach for his belt buckle and undo it. It clinks against the floor, and you make quick work of his jeans, popping the button and undoing the zip. He dips down to kiss you, his hands bumping into yours as he pulls his jeans down and off.

It was mostly a joke when you said you wanted a night of fun — you never expected something like this to happen.

Joel kisses you again, inching along your jaw and down your neck while his hands continue their blind exploration of your skin, caressing and groping and digging into any part of you he gets ahold of. You reach to palm his bulge through his underwear, hard and heavy as heat radiates off of him through the worn fabric.

He shucks your skirt down and off, leaving it in the same growing pile of clothes, his fingers zeroing in on your covered clit. You moan at his movements and he lifts off of you to take in the sight.

He grabs your waist to turn you around, holding you flush to him as he gropes your breasts and grinds into you. You push back against him, a fresh wave of arousal soaking into your panties, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your ear.

“You ready for that fun?”

“Please, Joel,” you whine.

“S’what I like to hear.”

He pushes you down over the arm of the couch, chest flush with the cushions and ass up in the air. He rubs his fingers up and down over the damp gusset of your panties and pulls them down, leaving them hanging around your knees. Now with no barrier, he traces a single finger through your folds, already sticky with need and prods your entrance before repeating the motion.

“Even prettier than that little preview you gave me, she’s soaked for me already.”

His breathing sounds laboured behind you, and you turn as best you can to watch him, eyes falling on his hand as he strokes himself, thick and throbbing.

“This what you wanted? This what you still want?”

You smile almost drunkardly at him, huffing a laugh as you nod, facing forward to rest your head on the couch again.

“Remember, I wanna hear all those noises you can make — dirty girl like you, I’m sure you sound gorgeous.”

He replaces his finger with the head of his cock, dragging himself against you and coating the length of him in your wetness. He slips in slowly, his hands in a bruising grip on your hips as he pulls out only to push in even further. The music from your parents’ party fades from your mind when he finally bottoms out; Joel sighs and you groan as he holds your ass flush against his hips. He stays there, grinding into you and never pulling back.

“Jesus, feels like heaven…”

All you do is whine in response — partly unsure if he wanted a response, and partly unable to say anything else — overwhelmed by Joel and finally getting what you’ve been dreaming of since you first laid eyes on him.

“How you want this, sweetheart?”

A moment passes and he smacks your ass when you don’t answer him. He leans over you, letting his body weight push you deeper into the couch cushions, pushing his cock deeper into you in the process.

“Cause this is how I see it… Your little friends didn’t cancel your plans, did they? They’re all still goin’ out on the town tonight and doing God knows what and fuckin’ anything with a pulse. But you backed out, thought maybe you’d stay home 'cause if there’s anyone you’re gonna fuck tonight, it’s me. Ain’t that right?”

You’re silent again, both annoyed that he has you figured out and relishing that he's on top of you like this.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He lifts himself off you and pulls almost all the way out, leaving just his tip inside your cunt. “Be good and I’ll give ya a real fun story for your friends.”

He spanks you again, giving you no time to react as he snaps his hips into you. You screw your face up at the stretch as he does it again and sets a steady rhythm, the room filled with gasps and grunts and heavy breathing. He smacks you a third time and you moan, loud and unabashedly and you hear Joel chuckling behind you.

“That’s it, good girl. Wanna hear you, sweetheart, hear how good I’m makin’ you feel.”

He’s reaching a spot nobody else has before — undoubtedly the most experienced man with the biggest dick you’ve ever seen — and you know your back is going to be fucked in the morning from how he’s got you draped over his couch, your hips will be tender for days with how tight he’s holding you, and you might not walk straight for a week, but God are you glad you bailed on those original plans.

As heavenly as it is already, you still need just that little bit more. Joel’s already clocked you once, and he’s done it again as he wraps an arm around your torso to pull you up again, his pace never faltering as he presses his chest to your back. The new angle has you seeing stars, and he pushes his free hand down to circle your clit.

“You hear that? Hear how wet you are? God, if I’d known you were gonna take my cock so well I woulda fucked you on Christmas… maybe even before that. You think anyone’s wonderin’ where we are? Anyone smart enough to put the pieces together?”

You clench around him at his lewd confessions and beg him to keep going, so close to reaching your end.

“You gonna come on my cock for me?” He breathes against you, his thrusts becoming clumsier the longer he goes on. “Come on, sweetheart, know you want to. Been such a good girl, lettin’ me fuck this sweet pussy.”

A few thrusts and swipes of his fingers over your clit later and you're tightening around him, head thudding against him as you reach up to grab the arm that’s wound around your chest. Your nails carve crescent moons in his skin and you yell out, and he keeps pistoning into you through your orgasm to chase his own.

His filthy words turn into mere ramblings, muffled when he lowers his face to drag his lips against your skin and breathe you in, tightening his arms around you. His breathing heavy, small moans turn into grunts and groans as he fucks into you one last time, holding you in place as he empties himself inside of you, warm and filling.

He keeps you there, both of you panting for air as you come down and he pulls out with a hiss. He turns you around to face him — you’re still dazed when he leans to kiss you, calm and kind as he cradles your cheeks.

His hands wander down your body and he follows suit, coasting his lips down over your bra between your breasts, over your stomach until he’s crouching in front of you. He peers up at you, pupils still blown wide as he thumbs your folds apart, captivated by how his spend seeps out of you. His tongue darts out, eyes fluttering closed as he tastes himself and licks you clean.

He stands now and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pulling your panties up and straightening the elastic. His fingers linger on your skin before reaching to do the same with your skirt. He does up his jeans and shakes out his t-shirt, his gaze staying on you while you ensure the gaps in your top are no bigger than when you snuck away from home.

“Maybe we should, uh, get back…” You trail off, boldness quickly fading as you start to second-guess tonight.

“Yeah, yeah,” he nods, opening the front door. “So, when you comin’ round again?”

“Huh?”

“What, you really wanna sneak around your parent’s house instead?”

“No! God, no,” you laugh, shoulders relaxing and Joel smiles at you. “I just wasn’t sure if… I don’t want to sound overeager or anything…” “Nothin’ wrong with that, sweetheart. Besides, I know what I’m doin’ next time.” He winks at you, glancing across the street in thought. The party still seems to be going strong. “Night doesn’t have to end right now, anyways.”

He ushers you out the door with a smack to your ass, leaving you giddy and giggling as he locks his door again. You both head back towards the party, bumping into each other as you walk. You smile at Joel and he winks at you one last time before you crack open the door, excited about what the rest of your time here might hold.

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[luli-lads]

Look, no hands

a merman!Raf x reader fic

Content: Smut, female reader, playful/sassy sea god rafayel (might be ooc), based on his myth's kindled but not meant to be a direct recreation (because he looked good chained up – and that hip action ough), sort of au in that sense, two dicks truther (but no dp), unprotected p in v, oral (receiving), creampie, you're on top through all of it like you deserve.

Warnings: Very brief description of drowning before he helps you breathe underwater (with a kiss ofc).

A/N: I have nothing to say, your honor.

Word count: ~3.2k

They had told you not to swim too far out into the sea, dive not too deep, because there were tales of 'something lurking under the waters that could not be beaten by man'.

Those warnings went ignored. You loved the beach, loved swimming, loved collecting seashells from the seabed.

Just like any other day, you donned your two piece swimsuit and grabbed the waterproof bag where you gathered all the little treasures. Your home was full of knick-knacks you had found either diving or ashore.

If the townsfolk were really that concerned about your outings, they should stop buying the jewelry you made with what you collected.

You stretched, the breeze pushing you towards the path you had to follow to reach the shore. Almost like an invitation from the ocean itself. It made you chuckle, really, the stories they told. You had never once encountered anything more dangerous than a stray jellyfish, and even then, it floated its merry way without bothering you.

The beach was empty, as usual. Their loss, it looked like a hidden gem, pristine and untouched by humans.

Walking across the sand, to the jagged rocks, into the open cave, was muscle memory. Once inside though, the tides would reveal or fill different entrances, and you always explored a different path.

This time, the only one available was a hole you could crawl through. Not exactly ideal, but you could see, crouching next to it, that it opened to a bigger space that would let you stand up.

You did just that.

"Woah..." your voice echoed from wall to wall.

There were crystals adorning every surface, reflecting the scarce light and illuminating an otherwise dark area. You were pretty sure there was also some sort of bioluminescent algae at play.

Keeping in mind that you didn't want to destroy this beautiful scene, you took only a couple of crystals and continued your way through the cave.

The water that you had managed to avoid at the start reared its head. A dead end with only a pool at the bottom as the way forward. You didn't come ready to swim for nothing, though.

It was pleasantly cool, but the problem lay on whether or not there was a pocket of air once you went under. You could hold your breath better than the average person thanks to your hobby, but you weren't stupid.

You stuck your hand below the rock and felt around. No air pockets. You stuck out a leg and felt around. Oh. Oh. This thing went down.

After doing a set of breathing exercises to get yourself ready for it, you dove your head and looked around. You were so used to this that you could distinguish a lot of things even through the blur, and the salty waters didn't even bother you.

Even though it did sink further down, there was a glow a few feet ahead, which most certainly meant another space like this one, where you could recover your breath.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

You took one last deep breath and pushed off the rocks towards the glow, swimming fast. Unlike the mostly still waters you had experienced, there was a current, which meant there was a direct connection to the sea through here.

Somehow, no matter how much you swam, the glow didn't get closer. And the current—

It was pulling you down. Down. Down.

The glow multiplied, different sources of light surrounding you, and surely, it meant you had arrived to an air pocket, right?

Movement. In front of you, in the center of this splendor. Something brushed against your legs. No time for this, air, air, air… Your eyelids fell—

A velvet touch pressed against your lips. It was gone as soon as it came.

“Haaa!”, you breathed in by instinct.

You were breathing. Underwater.

Your eyes snapped open. There was no blur. You could see clearly. You could see the figure in front of you.

“I was wondering how long it would take for someone to wander down here,” the merman smirked.

So many questions formed in your head.

The creature in question was bound by his wrists and neck, with some room to swim but confined to this place. His tail was dazzling, longer, much longer than your legs, just as his hair made yours pale in comparison.

Just as the cave you had first seen, there were crystals and algae decorating the walls.

“Done ogling?”

“Ah– Um…” You snapped out of your daze, “Sorry, what, er– who are you?”

“Tch,” he swam backwards to rest against the rocks, his powerful tail tossing you with the current it created, “a little respect to the God of the Sea.”

Your eyebrows shot up.

“God… of the… Sea?”

It wasn't that you doubted him, he looked the part, but the fact that he was bound struck you as odd.

“Yes. When did mortals get this insolent?”

“I’m just wondering, why are you chained?”

He looked to the side, annoyed and perhaps hurt by the memory.

“Doesn't matter. Certainly not to you. Hey, come here,” his eyes flickered to the rock where he was resting.

“I think I should leave,” you bowed your head in what you hoped would be a show of respect, and turned yourself around in the water.

The situation was frankly strange, and you didn't want to stick around to find out if he ate humans, seeing as he didn't have any food in here.

By the time you had turned, he was already in front of you again. Two beats of his tail, fast as hell too.

“Leaving so soon? But I’ve been so bored all alone in this place…” His tone was playful, too playful for someone supposedly at a disadvantage due to being chained.

“I can't free you, if that's what you want. I didn't bring any tools,” you showed him the contents of the bag; the crystals you had taken earlier.

“I didn't tell you to, did I?” One beat of his tail, and he was centimeters away.

“Then, what do you want from me…?” You swallowed, forcing your eyes to stay on his instead of travelling down his body.

He lowered his head, a sly smile pulling at one corner of his lips. “I told you. I’ve been bored.”

“So, what, am I supposed to act as your personal entertainer?”

He laughed, “Just keep me company for a bit longer, yeah?”

The whoosh of water made you lose your balance, if that was possible, his figure a blur of color as it spun around you and slipped his tail between your legs before you even had time to realize. He was now under you, having made you straddle him.

You braced your arms on his chest without meaning to.

“What–”

“You think I can't tell what's going on in your head? Please, I’ve had to deal with your kind in every lifetime,” he rolled his eyes.

“What do you mean? I wasn't thinking about anything in particular…”

“No? Very interesting. Anyone in your position would’ve maybe tried to escape again, but your thighs are tight against my waist. Weird, huh?”

Warmth spread across your cheeks as you realized that, in fact, you’ve wrapped your legs quite tightly around him.

“Um. You caught me by surprise when you swam under me, I didn't mean to, I felt like I was going to fall–”

“Underwater?” He chuckled, “would like to see that. And you still haven't let go. Ah, no, no, no, don't let go now. I’m enjoying this.”

He bit his lower lip and rolled his hips, making you bounce on his lap. You fell forwards and propped yourself on his chest once more, his hair brushing against your arms and hands.

“What the–”

“Take off your swimsuit,” his voice darkened.

“What!?” Your eyes widened.

“Stop with the act. I can smell a drop of that sweet scent,” eyes flicked to your core, where arousal was gathering, “in a thousand tonnes of water.”

A few incoherent words tried unsuccessfully to leave your mouth, transformed to babbles.

“You’re the weird one here, you know. I’m all bare except for some jewelry.”

You managed to scoff. As if it was a fair comparison.

“You’re not as bare as I would be if I took this off,” you crossed your arms.

Wait, when did you start to come around to the idea at all?

“Ohhh, I know what you mean. Well, if you move your hips back and let me…”

Curious, you slid back on his tail to see what he was talking about.

There, right where his tail started, a slit made itself visible through the scales. It parted, two round shapes poking up and out. Oh.

He made a smug expression at your shock.

“Now, if you don't mind,” he looked at your swimsuit.

“You have two.”

“Mhm.”

“They have… bumps?”

“Mhm.”

“How would that even… Two…?”

“You're not supposed to put them both in at the same time, you know,” his tone was a little condescending, “you use one until it can't be used anymore, then you use the other. It's to make sure the reproduction is successful. I mean, unless you wanna give it a try,” he winked, “Are we done with this lesson in Lemurian biology or…?”

You ran your finger up the side of one of them, and he inhaled sharply, cursing in a language you didn't understand.

“If you intend to tease me, I’ll devour you and be done with it,” he warned, flicking his tail.

“N–no! I was just curious, I swear!” You raised your hands.

So he did eat humans. Noted.

Before he got any angrier, you untied the top of your swimsuit and tossed it aside. His eyes fell on your chest.

“If there was ever a moment for me to have my hands free…” he muttered.

You got off his lap and slid the bottom of your swimsuit down your legs as well. His dicks twitched.

“Come here,” he demanded.

You didn't waste any time getting on top of him again, aligning your hips above one of the lengths. With your hand, you guided the tip inside you.

He thrust up impatiently, slotting it to the hilt in one go with a sigh of pleasure. A string of unknown curses left his lips. You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, digging your nails into his skin.

A complex expression crossed his face, his eyes now studying your face intently.

His hips jerked up again, motivated by your spongy walls squeezing him so well. And again. He didn't care how badly you ended up scratching him. You felt too damn good.

“S–slow down…” You whimpered the words, each thrust accompanied by a moan.

The ridges along his dick were doing wonders at hitting your sweetest spot, and the way the tip kissed your cervix– it was dizzying.

“No. I need it. I need you. Now.”

He increased the pace, eyes glazed over with lust, a pink hue to his cheeks and ears.

Your clit rubbed against his scales each time he buried himself, and between all the pleasure, you were easily overstimulated.

He, on the other hand, was on the brink of an orgasm. You looked too good bouncing on him like that, with your tits on display and such a divine expression, that he didn't care he was about to cum early. It had been too long, he was too pent up.

“Yes, squeeze me like that,” he threw his head back, a shiver running up his body and making both his tail and his dicks twitch.

Warm thickness shot into you. Lots of it. His breathing was ragged and shaky.

You let him ride it out and recover, even though you hadn't achieved climax, because you needed some rest from the overstimulation.

He gently pulled out and swam aside, almost… bashful? More vulnerable, for sure.

“I’m not done, don't look at me like that. I’ll eat you out in a moment, but first I want you to try something.”

The directness of his statement made your face warm again.

“What do you want me to try?”

“Place your hand on my chest, above my heart.”

You laid your palm just where he described, between the half-moon marks your nails had made a moment ago.

His chest started to glow, hand sinking into it. You pulled back in surprise, only to find you had pulled out a dagger. His pupils dilated.

“It's you,” he whispered breathlessly.

“Huh…?” you looked at him and the dagger with confusion.

“Only one person can obtain that,” he pointed at it with his chin, “the one who will free me from my chains, the one destined to be my bride.”

You blinked repeatedly.

“Hurry, break them!” he turned around and showed you his wrists.

Still in the process of assimilating the information, you slashed the chains with the dagger. They disintegrated at the touch. Next, you swiped at the one on his neck.

He turned to you and flexed his hands in front of his face, stretching them.

“I’ve longed for this day…” His eyes zeroed on you. “I’ve longed for you.”

His hands held your face, mouth wasting no time in finding yours, his tongue plunging past your lips with a hunger of eons. The dagger sank, forgotten for now, your fingers pulling at his hair, his sounds of pleasure reverberating into the kiss.

Now that he could touch you, his hands travelled down to squeeze your tits, massage them, memorize them, down your ribs to your hips, and to the back to squeeze your rear and press you against him. It was then that you remembered he was still just as bare as you, and one of his dicks awaited.

His elegant fingers traced down your abdomen and found your clit, testing it at first, his lips hovering above yours with the promise of another kiss, but first he wanted to see your reactions. Your hips buckled against his hand, eyes half-lidded.

“I’m a Lemurian of my word,” he leaned in, kissing your neck.

The digits continued working you slowly as he made his descent with kisses across your body, appreciating each and every spot his lips touched.

He pulled away his fingers and used his hands to pry open your legs instead. You didn't go unstimulated for long, a kitten lick giving way to a full feast for him, his mouth trying to cover as much of your cunt as he could.

You had been left hanging before, and he was making sure to return the favor with interest. You gripped his hair.

His tongue slid up and down your folds, then focusing on your clit, before he sucked it, and repeated. If you had more mobility underwater, he would've encouraged you to ride his face. Instead, he put in the effort to move himself under you.

“Mm– Ah– Fuck…”

You could feel him smile against you by hearing your moans. He laid his tongue flat and shook his head side to side.

“Mmh! Oh my g–god… I’m gonna cum, fuck, I–”

He kept doing just that, until he felt your whole body spasm. Then, he gradually reduced the ministrations.

You felt weightless, even more so than you did by being underwater.

When you recovered, you found him holding you in his arms as he sat on a rock.

“I have a question,” he smiled playfully, toying with a strand of your hair, “when you said ‘my god’, you were referring to me, right?”

You huffed and pinched his cheek. “What kinda question is that!?”

“Ow ow ow!” He laughed, taking your hand in his and interlacing the fingers so you wouldn't be able to attack him again. “In any case, are you ready for one more round, cutie?”

You didn't really have a response for that. Yes, you were ready for one — and many other rounds, but with how good you felt seconds ago, another orgasm so soon might just send you straight to heaven.

He took your quickened pulse as a response and laid back on the rocks, pulling you on top of him one last time.

“Now we can do this properly,” he squeezed your thighs with a smirk.

He was about to rearrange your guts, wasn't he. Damn him and those toned core muscles.

“Don't go as fast, or I’ll get overstimulated again.”

“Hear hear.”

This time, when you guided the tip to your entrance, he didn't move, he let you sink slowly at your own pace, feeling each of the ridges brush up your walls one by one.

Once it was fully in, he exhaled shakily. You did your best to stay composed.

He let you rise and fall, though his hands stayed on your thighs and crept up to your waist, his intentions clear. As soon as you picked up the pace — he would take over.

Still, you worked yourself on him at a calm rhythm, rocking your hips to catch his scales on your clit when you weren't busy pushing the bumps against your g-spot.

Even you had your limits to this torture, however. Soon, you started becoming impatient, brain feeling fuzzy with pleasure, and the pace increased.

In that moment, he stopped acting like a toy for you to use, and made you his toy.

His hands held tightly to your waist and pulled you down onto him with force, his hips snapping up at the same time. A broken moan fell from your lips. He grunted, and did it again. And again. And again. And again.

Each time faster, harder, his and your noises louder, until you were both so lost that you fell on top of him while his eyes rolled back, mouth agape.

“D–don’t stop, don’t stop, don't stop…” You pleaded, burying your face in his neck, your whiny voice going straight to his crotch.

“Not gonna– so pretty– feel good– more–” his own words were mostly indecipherable.

If you weren't underwater, the sounds would be just as loud as your combined moans. His hips kept rolling up against you, precum already dripping, at a pace that would make any cardio enthusiast tremble.

He kept fucking himself into you, until he felt himself get close. His hand then focused on rubbing your clit.

“Need you to cum first,” he started repeating in whispers.

That brought you right to where he was pretty quick, his voice a siren song in prose. You bit down where his neck and shoulder met.

The curses in Lemurian returned, and did not stop even as he shot load after load into you, the sticky substance overflowing out of your cunt.

Your moans were muffled by the bite, but you came right with him, your cunt squeezing, milking him for all he was worth, your body shaking.

You both laid there in silence, unmoving, for a while, just holding each other.

He moved you to lay on your side and carefully pulled out. His dicks retracted back into his tail, satisfied.

“My beloved bride…” He caressed your face with the back of his hand. “You're mine forevermore.”

With a kiss, he sealed the pact.

After all, what did you think having sex with him meant, other than agreeing to being his?

[fanged-fanfics]

Hii!

Can I have a small fic or hcs of black sapphire cookie and a fem reader on Valentine’s Day, and how he basically skips out on work to spoil his darling gem? And when he gets home all covered in smooches, he gets teased by shadow milk and candy apple? :3

(You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just think it’d be cute! >v<)

☆ Sapphire Sweetness — Black Sapphire Cookie x Fem Reader Valentine's HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Black Sapphire Cookie is a rather showy guy, so of course to him a day about spoiling his precious gem is one where he's absolutely gonna go all out. You wake up to a huge bouquet and like five gifts being poured into your arms all at once

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He got a bunch of second-rate acts to cover his shift for broadcasting while taking the day to spend time with you! He gripes a little about how those novices better not tank his ratings, but he puts it aside the second you come out with your outfit for the day and he's immediately cooing at you while gushing compliments

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Speaking of which, clothes shopping is something he's rather fond of. Sure it can be tedious and boring, but you look stunning in everything! You have a right to show off to the world! He assures you anything you want will be gotten, no questions asked

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After that is of course a bit of sightseeing. Not on the ground, no no, what do you take him for? He sets his staff sideways and has you cling onto his waist from behind while he hovers you both around. It's faster, more efficient, and he gets to feel you pressed close to his back, so he much prefers it to walking

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dinner is absolutely a must, and he has just the spot for you both. A picnic with just the two of you might seem a little out of pattern, but he admits that he does like when it's only you and him. The eyes of the world are nice, absolutely, but he feels warm just knowing he has your gaze alone

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the (many) gifts he gives you is a purple lipstick, a deep and rich amethyst shade that somewhat matches his own hues. He comments that he thinks it's a charmingly subtle way of carrying around his presence, but he admits he also thinks you just look stunning in purple. He does note that he didn't test the product, to which you have the perfect solution

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After the day concludes and he makes sure you get back home safe, Black Sapphire reports back to Shadow Milk and Candy Apple. He's confused and even a little offended when they look to him in shock before exploding into cackling fits

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After insisting to know what's so funny, they show Black Sapphire that he has kiss marks from you all over his face. Forehead, cheeks, lips, the works. Black Sapphire feels the dough on his face burn with blush as he tries to tell them to cut it out in a very flustered manner, only leading to more prodding and teasing. The next time they see you, the two are definitely gonna find a way to mention it

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ in this life ~ k. bakugou

sum: you always loved to celebrate his birthday, yet he had to go and one-up himself compared to a few years ago,

pairing: timeskip! katsuki bakugou x fiancée reader

content: 18+ - mdni. p in v, slight teasing, implied multiple orgasms, implied multiple rounds, pet names, general NSFW content. italicised words for flashback.

a/n: happy birthday to our favourite explosive blonde-haired boy! ngl, this kinda feels rushed at the end but purely because i wanted to get this out while it was still the 20th (which ends in like 2ish hours for me). who knows, i might write another version of this focusing purely on the wedding night! (who am i kidding of course I’ll end up doing that). as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 2.8k

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

Closing your eyes, you stood still as Mina added the finishing touches to your hair. She’d insisted on some gems to match the ones in your veil, so of course you couldn’t say no to her. She’d been your best friend for as long as you could remember, even before your U.A. days.

She was the one who always cheered you on and had your back whenever you needed someone. Not that you needed help to begin with, especially when you met the rest of your friends in the hero course.

“And done”. Opening your eyes, you glanced up to see what she’d done, your gaze growing soft as you looked behind you. “Oh, Mina, you didn’t have to do this, you know”. Bringing your hands up, you fanned your face to stop yourself from crying. You’d spent a lot of money on your makeup, and you sure as hell weren’t going to ruin it yet.

Turning around to face her, you held your hands out for her to grab, pulling her into a hug when she did. “Thank you, I mean it”. Pulling back, you let out a laugh as you saw her trying to hold back her own tears. “I always knew this day would come from the moment he first saw you”.

Trying hard not to roll your eyes, you let out a laugh as you let her go to walk over to a table to get her the rest of the things you needed. “Glad one of us did”.

The clicking of the door opening made you focus shift to the person entering. Offer a soft smile, you walked over and hugged them. “Thanks for doing this, Kiri”. Pulling back, you smiled softly and kissed his cheek. “Hey, you know I’ll do anything you need me to”. Humming, you stepped back and took hold of his arm. “Let’s go”.

Staring at the doors in front of you, you swallowed hard and gripped onto Kirishima’s arm a little tighter. Right now, you could feel your nerves trying to get the best of you, trying to make you doubt your choice before it had even happened. Taking a deep breath, you blew it out slowly as the doors creaked open, music beginning to play as you walked forward.

Eyes, that’s all you could feel on you as you walked. It made your skin crawl slightly; you weren’t used to all this attention. “You’re doing great (n/n). Look, we’re almost there”. The soothing voice of Kirishima reached your ears as you looked ahead.

He was right, you were nearly there. Near the one person who you knew would help the anxiety settle.

Today, of all days, should have been about them, but they insisted this was what they wanted. Guess they wanted to one-up what they did a few years ago.

Stepping back, you rested your hands on your hips as you looked up at the banner that had just been hung. To most people, today was a normal day, but to you, it was the day your boyfriend was born and a day you loved to celebrate even more than he had.

“That’s everything, just need to wait for him to come home”. Glancing at the clock, you saw it was close to the time he would finish his hero work for the day and make his way through the door. Through the door to your birthday welcome.

A few moments later, the clicking of the door closing told you he was finally home, no doubt a bit dirty with some scratches, but still safe. A flick of the light illuminated the room before you jumped in front of the bewildered figure, a huge grin on your face. “Happy birthday Katsuki!”.

Blinking his eyes in confusion, the blonde clicked his tongue before rolling his eyes. “You idiot, you didn’t need to do this”. Titling your head, you laughed and took his hand, dragging him to the small table beside the couch. “I know I didn’t, but I wanted to, it is your birthday after all”.

Leaning down, you scooped up the cake you’d made and lit the candle a moment later, bringing it in front of your boyfriend. “Okay, you know what to do Kat”. Before you moved closer, you felt the cake being taken from your hands and held in front of you. “Of course I know what to do dumbass, I want to try something a little different this year. Now close your eyes and blow it out, after making a wish”.

Staring confused, you opened your mouth to retort, only to be cut off with a quick "Just do it". Rolling your eyes, you closed them and thought of something to wish for before exhaling the air in your lungs quickly, the flame on the candle disappearing soon after. "Now keep your eyes shut until I tell you, okay?".

"But Kat..". You went to open your eyes only to have a hand placed over them. "Just do as I tell you". Biting your lip, you relented and kept your eyes closed, waiting to be told when to open them. "Okay, now you can open them".

Opening your eyes, you blinked a few times before noticing your boyfriend wasn't standing there anymore. "Huh?". "Down here, idiot". At the sound of his voice, you cast your gaze down, only to stumble back. "Katsuki, shat are you doing?". There on the floor knelt your boyfriend. Your boyfriend, who held an open box in his hand as he looked up at you. "What does it look like I'm doing?".

Dropping quickly to your knees, you scrambled forward to try and pull the box out of his hand, only to be stopped by his free hand. "I want you to marry me (y/n), I know I suck at words but I love you so much, more than I'll ever be able to show. So do me a favour and be my wife before I change my mind".

Had he been struck with a quirk that made him do this? Or was he seriously unwell? Of course, you wanted to marry your explosive boyfriend; the two of you had always talked about it, but it seemed to be brushed off each time. Until today, that is. "It's your birthday, though, Kat, it's supposed to be about you and what you want...". "And you don't think this isn't what I want? This is what I wanted since the day I first started dating you. I was too stupid to admit it".

Looking at the box, you studied the ring for a moment. Contrary to what most people would think, he'd opted for a simple ring with a small diamond in the centre. smaller stones of orange and black on either side. "I know it's not much, but when we get married, I'll buy you a better one. I just want to show the world you're my girl and my girl only".

Blinking back the tears, you nodded your head and threw your arms around his neck, face buried into the side of his neck. "Oh, Katsuki, of course I'll marry you!". Pulling your head back, you felt your hand being lifted and the cold ring being placed on your ring finger. "There, now everyone will know who stole your heart".

By the time you had finished remembering that day, you were at the end of the aisle, looking up to see your fiancé standing there. With the halo of light surrounding him, making his blonde hair and red eyes stand out more, you thought he looked like an angel sent to save you. Turning to Kirishima, you smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek while whispering a quick "thank you".

Turning your head, you stepped forward and took hold of the hand outstretched for you, a hand that you had held so many times before. A hand that made you feel safe. All it took was a few more steps until you stood in front of him, breathing out a sigh of relief. "Let's get married then, (y/n)".

Everything from that moment on felt like a dream, something you'd wake up from any time soon. Which, if it was, you prayed to whoever that you wouldn't. "I now present to you all, Mr. and Mrs. Katsuki Bakugou". Loud cheers sounded as you felt yourself being pulled into strong arms. "Time to kiss my wife, sweetheart". Laughing, you felt yourself being tilted down, lips covering yours in a kiss as you cupped his cheek.

You were now the wife of the infamous bad-boy looking hero.

The hours that followed were filled with joy and laughter. Speeches were given, as well as drinks that flowed. Group dances as well as the first dance as husband and wife. You were the happiest you’d ever been for a while, still on cloud nine as you found yourself back at the honeymoon suite of the hotel you were now checked into. “Hold on tight, my dear wife”.

Letting out a squeal, you wrapped your arms around Bakugou’s neck as he opened the door and carried you over the threshold before kicking it closed with his foot. “Kat, hurry up and put me down”. Looking up, you saw a mischievous glint in his eye as he moved quickly to the bed, throwing you onto the top of the sheets with a laugh.

When your body stopped bouncing, you leant on your elbows and looked at him, smiling softly as you took in the sight of him. The sight of your husband. “Don’t keep me waiting, Katsuki”.

That’s all he needed to hear you say before he climbed onto the bed, hovering over you before claiming your lips in a kiss. “As if I would ever keep you waiting”.

Clothes soon lay scattered on the floor. Some dropped almost neatly, others chucked carelessly, not that either of you cared. Not when you were lost in each other.

Breathy moans sounded from you as you arched your back, gripping onto the sheets to keep yourself grounded. Lips parted slightly and cheeks flushed as you gazed half lidded at the man above you currently knuckles deep inside your cunt. Slender fingers tapping against that spongy spot deep inside. “Hah, Kat”.

He could feel it, and so could you, the way your walls tightened around his fingers as the euphoria you felt crept closer. “That’s is princess, let go for me”. All it took was those words and a few more curls of his fingers to have you gasping, jaw slack as your vision blurred. The electricity you felt through your veins had you whimpering out. “Good girl”.

On any other night, you would have repaid him, having him a panting mess as you looked up through your eyelashes, eyes doe-like and cheeks puffed.

Right now, though, you both wanted to be closer to each other; that’s all that mattered. Manoeuvring himself between your legs, you felt your lower half being picked up, resting against strong thighs as the mushroom head of his cock pressed against you. Still coming down from your euphoria, you lazily reached a hand up and pulled at him as best as you could. “P-Please, Katsuki. Need to feel you”.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Pressing himself into you as you felt him slip past the small ring of resistance you had, sheathing himself deep within your walls. A gasp of surprise sounded from you as a deep moan rumbled in his chest at the feeling.

Taking a moment to look at you, red eyes scanned over you, taking in the way your cheeks were flushed, swollen lips parted as you panted. You were beautiful, not that he didn’t think you already were, but at this moment, you were glowing.

Pulling his hips back slightly, he took a moment to savour the way you shivered before pushing back into you. The soft moan you let slip past your lips would usually spur him on, encourage him to go faster until you were completely fucked out, however, this time was different.

While part of him wanted that, the other part of him, the part that he only ever showed to you, wanted something different, something that only you two could ever feel for each other. Love, he wanted you to feel how he loved you without words.

Each slow thrust, each touch and kiss - he made sure you felt it all. Felt how much he loved you and how much he wanted it to be you two for the rest of your lives together. The change of pace took you by surprise, but you were thankful for it. As much as you enjoy the roughness that was Katsuki Bakugou, sometimes you wanted the softer side of him. The side only you could bring out.

Time seemed to slow down around you both; nothing else mattered in that moment.

Before long, you found yourself looking down at your husband, hands splayed out on his chest as you steadied yourself. Hips moving to a invisible slow rythm as you rode him, pressing yourself down on his cock as you brough the pair of you closer to your ends.

"I can feel how close you are, my love, let me help you". The force of his hips pressing his cock into that spongy spot inside you from underneath made you moan out, your body falling forward as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "K-Kat, so close, p-please".

His response to you was wrapping his arms around you, hips moving fast driving him deeper into your cunt. "F-Fuck, kiss me (y/n)". At the sound of his words, you looked up and pressed your lips to his, tongues clashing in a messy kiss as you felt him twitch, ropes of his cum spurting deep within you making you feel fuller than you already were.

With a broken cry of his name, you reached your euphoria, your walls pulsating as they helped milk him of everything he had to offer. Arms slacked around you, as he pressed his head against yours. You both stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in post orgasm bliss as breathing returned to normal.

Moving yourself, you moaned softly as you lifted yourself off Bakugou's body, half hard cock slipping out as you lay down beside him. Lifting a hand, you cupped his face, running your thumb over his cheek before resting it over his thumping heart. "I love you, (y/n)".

Blinking, you lifted your head and smiled, humming out as you looked at him. "I know you do, and I love you too, Katsuki. Don't you ever forget that". Hearing his click his tongue, you laughed out knowing that was his way of saying "I won't dumbass".

You both lay like that for a good while, softly talking about the day and how much you enjoyed yourselves, not leaving out the parts where you both saw each other for the first time. "I guess you do scrub up pretty well, Kat".

Hearing him growl, you propped yourself up and laughed out. "What's that supposed to mean, (n/n)". Pausing, you tilted your head again, sticking your tongue out at him. "Oh, that you actually look so fucking handsome in something that's not your hero suit".

Lifting yourself up, you managed to seat yourself back on top of him, perching yourself on his thighs as you leaned forward. Your doe-like eyes looked up at him through your eyelashes as he propped himself up. "What do you think you're doing?". Without saying a word, you winked at him before taking ahold of his cock, slowly pumping as he groaned out, twitching in your hand as he grew hard once more.

Leaning forward, you swiped your tongue over the head, placing a soft kiss before sitting upright and moving up, lining him up with your entrance once more. "Think it's about time I gave you a birthday gift, my dear husband".

Red eyes watched as you sank yourself down, cock disappearing as walls stretched once more. Moaning out, you placed one hand on his chest. The other grabbing hold of his hand and bringing it to your chest, gasping out at the feeling of him rolling your nipple between his fingers.

Of course, this was like you; it didn't matter you'd both gotten married. What mattered to you right now was giving him a birthday present of your own. One that would make you blush as he recalled it in the days to come.

Moving your hips, you lifted yourself up once again before pressing down, moving your hips in a steady rhythm that grew needier by the thrust. That made you cry out time again as your husband's rough side took over once more, manoeuvring you into a variety of positions you knew that would make it hard to walk tomorrow.

Feelings that made you lose your mind to numbing pleasure. Feelings that caused your heart to swell in your chest as you took in the sight of your husband, the one man you'd spend the rest of your life with.

"Happy birthday, Katsuki, my darling husband. I'll love you in this life and the next".

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[outoftheirdifferences]

"Don't gotta apologise. Things can be a bit much sometimes, it happens t' all of us."

Not that Vanellope was much of a crier herself; she'd a long time ago learned that doing so would just encourage the other kids at her old school to bully her more. But still, she could relate to the feeling, and it wasn't a fun one.

"We'll figure this out, I promise."

She could take the problem to Garnet, her new mom, if need be; but for now Vanellope figured she had things in hand. It was a start, anyway.

Riley, huh? She nodded at the other girl's name, storing it away. Whether she'd actually use it or run with her usual tactic of throwing out passing nicknames instead... well, they'd see.

"Psh, who'd put broccoli on pizza? That's a pretty terrible combination."

She was sure Riley hadn't meant to be amusing, but Vanellope couldn't help but smirk nonetheless. She didn't even hate broccoli - at least not specifically, although vegetables in general weren't ever going to be Vanellope's favourite things - but? Some things didn't belong in certain contexts, and veggies of any kind on a pizza was just a bad life decision in Vanellope's book.

"Nah, we can get any of the good old flavours. Their meat feast's a good one; or something classic like pepperoni... you name it, pretty much. Got a good range."

Sure, she had her own preferences; but this was about cheering Riley up. Worst came to worst, and assuming one pizza would be enough for both of them, if Riley went for something she didn't like then Vanellope would just pick the topping off her own pieces.

'Course, Riley might also just be hungry enough to eat the whole thing herself, after a long journey like she'd just taken. Vanellope wasn't one to judge. She gestured for Riley to follow her.

"C'mon, the pizza place is just around th' corner."

@outoftheirdifferences (sorry, just moving this to a new post for the beta editor! <3)

All things considered, it really, really wasn’t the other girl’s fault that Riley was currently having a breakdown. As much as Riley couldn’t accurately express it right now, it wasn’t anything the other girl said or didn’t say ; there would be something about anything that another person said which would trigger another round of tears. She was frustrated and angry with herself for making such horrible decisions. She was smarter than this, wasn’t she ?

But here she was anyway. Alone, hungry, scared, and certainly hundreds of miles away from home.

At least, there was something a little comforting about having someone who was clearly not as worked up as she was. In a way it reminded her of her mom, that sort of easygoing ‘ everything will be okay even if it isn’t right now. Okay ? ’ attitude. Someone who wasn’t treating this as a big deal ( even though it was ) brought Riley’s mind down to Earth a bit. Despite solutions not being right in front of her, everything still being overwhelming, that didn’t mean there weren’t any solutions. It didn’t mean things wouldn’t be okay.

“ I’m … I’m SORRY, ” she mumbled, wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her hoodie. While she was still breathing kind of hard and still obviously crying, she was doing her best to calm down even if just a fraction. These feelings were all so big and unfamiliar, she had precious little practice dealing with anything other than being happy … it wasn’t easy when she seemed to be able to feel everything but happy now. “ I’m just … I-I don’t know the word … overwhelmed ? ”

That seemed to fit. Riley took a shaky breath and sniffled before giving a small nod of her head. If Vanellope really wanted to, Riley wasn’t in much of a position to refuse. “ I … I guess. Did I … tell you my name ? I can’t r-remember … I’m Riley. ”

She rubbed her eyes on her arm again in an effort to relax a little. “ … The pizza … doesn’t h-have broccoli on it … right ? ”

[vraiao]

Do i dare to ask for more kenma content from you? (tt embarrassed emoji)🙁

ehehehehehewhehehehehehehewh here u go☺️

how to take care of your husband 101!

✰ . fem!reader, timeskip!kenma obvi, oral(m!receiving), a little fluffy in the beginning, pet names(baby, my love, precious girl), p in v, tit play, he lowkey worships you, creampie as always

a/n: two in ONE DAY??😧 this is record breaking! gonna try for one more in a few days

married. sometimes, even after all these years, you still didn’t believe it. and— to the man you had the fattest crush on in highschool! if you could travel back in time and tell teenage you how your life is going, you’re sure she’d die on the spot. it’s funny, you remember kenma expressing the same sentiment once. he never imagined someone like you(or someone at all hahaha loser) could fall for him then or even now, given the aloof way he typically carried himself.

he used to think the two of you were of completely different worlds, and that he’d never have a chance, but he figured he may have been judging too quickly when you both finally got the chance to get to know each other and realized you weren’t all that different. and now, it was just the two of you, together and comfortable on your own little planet of intimacy. neither of you would have it any other way.

anywho, it was late and you were just stepping out of the bathroom connected to your room, distracted as your finger traced over the shiny gem on your ring finger with the fondest smile on your face when an exhausted kenma just returning home from work lazily swung the door open. he dropped his things before plopping himself down on the foot of the bed and throwing his back against the mattress with a sigh. kenma closed his eyes like he hadn’t in forever, but there was only a moment of stillness before he felt a sudden weight press on him. his eyes fluttered open to be met with yours gazing down at him, smiling. “hey,” you started softly, leaning in and greeting him with a lingering, sweet kiss, “rough day?”

kenma nodded, and you listened as he ranted about all of the work and annoying coworkers he had the displeasure of dealing with all day long. he sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him and burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and letting your presence relax him. “i feel better now that i’m home with you, though,” he murmured against your skin.

your hand ran through his hair, pulling his face slightly back to look into his eyes with that doting fondness in yours and a soft smile that weakened his heart every time. “i can make it more than better, if you’re up for it,” you offered. he grinned, a sultry look forming in his tired eyes as he got all close. “i’m definitely up for it,” he replied in a low tone.

within the next second your lips were pressed against his, the kiss mixed with softness and hunger, kissing away the days weariness and tasting the sweetness on his lips. one of his hands was firmly planted on your waist, the other tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. you felt kenma’s tongue prod at your mouth and your lips immediately separated, allowing him to thoroughly explore your mouth. meanwhile, your hands were making their own little journey, sliding down his toned chest and ab muscles from above his shirt before making way to the pesky button and zipper on his jeans.

after getting those undone and shoving his pants down just enough, your fingers teasingly rubbed and pressed over the growing bulge in his boxers. his grip tensed on your hip, and he let out a rasp sigh against your lips. you smiled against his, continuing to tease, to which he responded by slightly bucking his hips up into your touch.

you shifted, and in moments you were on your knees before kenma, fingers eagerly pulling at the hem of his boxers. you freed his hard, pretty cock, tip flushed and already leaking with pre cum. you wrapped your hand around the top, smearing the pre on his tip with your thumb before pumping your hand up and down a few times. he let out the sound of a shudder mixed with a groan at the feeling. when he started to squirm a little to gain more friction, you withdrew your hand, of course not without quickly replacing it with your tongue.

planting the wet muscle at the base, you licked a slow, teasing stripe all the way up kenma’s shaft, making sure to hold eye contact with your now quivering husband as you reached his tip and began to sloppily swirl your tongue around it. you closed your lips around his dick, beginning to bob your head up and down and going a little lower each time until you were taking all of him that you could in your mouth.

a hand of his tangled in your hair, tugging at your soft locks and pushing your head a little further down. kenma threw his head slightly back, muttering curses under his breath mingled with the soft moans and calls of your name that fell from his lips. you wrapped a hand around the inches you couldn’t take, moving your head a little faster, thoroughly licking and sucking at his cock while your hand twisted around the base.

“s-shit,” kenma murmured, face flushed and mouth hung slightly open with moans and breathy groans, “mmph, you always know how to make me feel better, baby..” his hips started to buck up to the rhythm of your mouth, grip tangling further and tightening in your hair. you moaned around his dick, the vibration of that feeling only amplifying the euphoric sensations coursing through him.

he threw his head back, squirming and bucking his hips up with reckless abandon as he chased that sweet release. you could tell that kenma was nearly there, so you moved your head all the way up, lavishing his tip with extra attention before moving your head all the way back down his shaft and bobbing your head up and down faster. your hands held his thighs for support, nails lightly digging into his skin while he fucked your mouth.

after another moment he was cumming, eyes squeezing shut and moaning loud as he shoved your mouth all the way down on his dick. your nose brushed the little hairs at the very base as he shoved your head down and thrusted up with short thrusts, tip kissing the very back of your throat and causing little tears to prickle in your eyes as he spilled his white hot seed all in your mouth.

after spilling the last drop between your lips, his hips stilled and his grip loosened in your hair, leaving him panting in the aftermath. you pulled your mouth off his cock, tilting your head back and swallowing kenma’s cum so he could see it travel down your throat before sticking your tongue out to show him that you didn’t waste a drop.

the sight alone made him hard again, and he was gently grabbing you by the chin, pulling you up until you were back in his lap. he pressed his lips against yours, not caring that he could taste the salty remnants of his cum on your tongue while he devoured your lips in a hungry kiss.

“you’re always so good to me, my love,” he said before grabbing you by the waist and suddenly flipping you over, pinning you beneath him on the plush of the mattress and the pillows. “let me return the favor.” he’s pushing your nightgown halfway up your stomach, licking his lips at the sight of your lacy panties already damp with evidence of your need for him. his hands are on your thighs, pulling them up and wrapping them around his waist before leaning in to press his lips against yours.

kenma didn’t even bother to pull your panties off, instead opting to pull them aside before he was lining the tip of his cock all hard again up with your dripping hole. he started to slowly move his hips forward, and you sighed in satisfaction at the familiar feeling of him slipping inside. he pressed his forehead against yours and shut his eyes when he was only a few inches in, already losing himself at the feeling. “f-fuck, so perfect..,” he murmured, and you whined at the feeling of him finally bottoming out.

hands planted firm on your hips, he started with long, languid thrusts, reeling his hips all the way back until just the tip was left inside before slamming forward and groaning each time. his pace was sending you reeling, knocking air out of your lungs every time his tip brushed over your sweet spot and hit the deepest part of you, making you squeal.

planting kisses all over your cheeks, your neck, your collarbones, and any other area of skin he could reach, kenma was murmuring all sorts of things, coherent and incoherent about how good you are to him and how good you’re making him feel. his hands roamed your body, rubbing and groping and squeezing anywhere he could while he endlessly praised you and told you how perfect you were.

he began to speed up, reeling his hips back in shorter thrusts and shoving back inside twice as hard. he planted his lips against yours in desperate and messy kisses, nails digging into your skin and leaving marks that were sure to bruise come morning. “s-so lucky to have you, my precious girl,” he choked out, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a flurry of curses when he felt you get all tight around him.

he pulled the thin spaghetti sleeves of your nightgown down your shoulders, letting the silky fabric fall and bunch up around your waist. his hungry gaze swept over your perfect tits and admired the way they bounced while he fucked you. a hand of his slid up your body to palm and squeeze at one, pinching and rolling your sensitive nipple between the pads of his fingers. he lowered his head, breath hot and heavy as his tongue lolled out and he started to lick and suck at your other nipple like a starved man.

the combined sensations and the satisfaction of making your dear husband happy were enough to send you tipping over that edge of sweet release, and he didn’t even need to ask you to let go for him before you were shattering, pussy squeezing and spasming around his cock while all your juices gushed out and you made a mess all over him with a loud and needy whine of his name.

he choked out a gasp when he felt you get even tighter, his pace suddenly becoming erratic as he too neared that pinnacle of ecstasy. he sped up again, nails digging even harder into your skin. “shit- fuckfuckfuck, baby— ‘m cumming..!,” he stuttered. a moment later and he was pressing his lips against yours, coming undone and pouring loud groans into your mouth while he came deep inside. he was overloading your walls with his hot and sticky cum(not that you minded one bit), unable to keep a few drops from leaking out and dripping onto the mattress while he fucked out his high in slowed down thrusts.

his final thrusts were short and sharp, stuffing you just to make sure it all stayed inside, consequences be damned. he eventually came to a stop, pulling his lips off of your kiss swollen ones with a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. the room was filled only with the sound of you both chasing air back into your lungs, and he stayed inside of you until he softened and was sure that most of his cum would stay. he pulled out after a moment, watching in awe as a few more drops of it leaked out of your hole and joined the mess on the sheets below.

he leaned in, peppering soft kisses all over your face and murmuring praises as he held you close. “perfect.”

[outoftheirdifferences]

do you like going on vacation ? where do you like to go ? what would your dream vacation be ? would you go alone, or with friends or family ?

Vanellope

CHARACTER BUILDING : An Interview to Your Muse !

"Hey, y'know, I'd be happy to go most places really. S'long as there's fun stuff to do and it's with some of the family I've got here." The little girl swung her legs idly, gaze climbing skyward as she contemplated the question. Honestly, she didn't see herself as a fussy kid, at least in this regard.

"I mean, I didn't even get to go on vacations before Garnet adopted me. Mr. Bill, my previous guardian, might'a had the money to afford it but never had any time to spare, what with his fancy job an' all. 'n I wasn't exactly miss popular with any'a the other kids lining up to have me join in on theirs..."

Understatement of the century, that... but Vanellope had got very good at not dwelling on her past.

"With Garnet an' the family, though? Whole different story. I guess we do day trips more than full vacations... though when you can warp to basically anywhere on Earth at a moment's notice, they're pretty extreme day trips. But longer vacations are neat too; who doesn't like to explore a new place, right?

"I especially like going where there are activities to do, ones that really get the blood pumping... places that have go-karting or climbing courses, things like that. Who wants to just sightsee, you know? I mean, it's fine; but give me some real action alongside it..."

"But, dream vacation, you say..."

Oh, it was clear as anything from her expression that Vanellope had something in mind; she was just drawing out the moment for dramatic effect.

"Okay, so I don't have a specific place, there're a bunch that this could apply to. But hear me out: one of those cities that hold BIG street circuit racing events."

"Can you just IMAGINE being right in the middle of one of them?! The cars, the speed, th' crowds going wild! It's my absolute dream to race those professionally when I'm old enough to drive - no boring circle tracks, but out in the real world! - an' getting to see 'em even now, up close an' personal? It'd be me, Mom an' Steven, mostly. Amethyst'd probably find it a great time too; an' I don't wanna leave Pearl out but I dunno it's really her scene. We'd stay like a week an' get to see all the race preparation too, check out the route, really get to know the place beforehand, then climax it with seeing the actual race..."

Yeah, she thought about this a lot sometimes...

"Ah, it'd just be the best."

[snoopychris]

calm

in which... boxer!chris needs to calm down after a fight

warnings: mentions of fights, p in v, unprotected sex, cliche jokes, no use of y/n (cherry used instead)

“great fight as per usual chris.” his assistant speaks, clipboard in hand as her heels click against the floor. chris looks down at the small figure besides him, shrugging nonchalantly. “all in a days work, esme.” he points to a day on her very marked up calendar as they walk towards the buildings exit, tapping his finger over it a few times. “clear my schedule that day. it’s-”

“yes yes i know it’s a very important day for miss pie and you have to be there for her. it’s cleared.” she replies. there’s a moment of silence before she speaks again, her pen being tucked behind her ear. “a-and last on the docket is just… i was wondering if-” chris unlocks his car as he looks over at his assistant, pursing his lips into a thin line. he already knows what she’s gonna ask. of course he knows. what kind of boss would he be if he didn’t.

“yes, esmeralda you can have your birthday off.” the girl smiles as chris starts the car, waving her off with his hand. his drive home is quieter than usual, only filled by the song coming from his speakers. it’s a song you had suggested to him— Something, Somehow, Someday by Role Model— he sometimes felt like Tuckers voice calmed him down after a fight that he won. he’s not too sure why he remains so worked up after a fight, only keeping his cool to protect his image. his mind is telling him to just go straight home. that you’re busy right now. that he can just have an early night. that he’ll see you in the morning because the two of you had breakfast plans. his heart ignores him completely. 

by the time he pulls into the small parking lot of your bakery, it’s 8:02 pm. your bakery— The Wishing Whisk— was one of the towns hidden gems. it was a small, cozy place on a corner with plants growing around the large brown door. chris had a key if it was locked, but it wasn’t tonight. not yet anyway. he shuts the door gently behind him, locking it to ensure that the night would remain safe and uninterrupted, no matter where it went. your soft voice came from the kitchen, filled with the same sugar that your treats were made with. 

“oh my gosh! i’m so sorry but we’re actually closed for the night.” the voice gets louder as you walk towards the front of the shop, still distracted by the bowl and whisk you were holding. your face and apron were covered in flour and what chris assumes is cocoa powder. the small embroidery of the cartoon beagle cookies that had become your speciality completely gone due to the powered covering your form from basically head to toe. “i’m forgetful and sometimes don’t lock the door but i- oh. it’s just you!” you smile, pressing a peck to chris’ lips. he hums in joy as your lips meet his, lingering for more of your touch. “did you text me? i’m sorry… i’m slammed tonight. well… not really i just… have to make about… 5 dozen more cookies before i can go upstairs.” 

his gaze remains set on yours, the welcoming smell of all of your sweets filling his nose. “y’got some extra? maybe just some extra cookie dough or something?” chris asks, walking past your coffee bar area to the large kitchen. there were cookies scattered all over, one of your mixing stands was still going, and the oven had a timer set for whatever was in there. you giggle at your boyfriends actions, slapping his chest gently when he sits on the counter. “food safety regulations. get off!” you giggle, trying to move him. he wasn’t going to budge. he was a lot heavier than you were due to the nature of his career. he simply shakes his head, poking the tip of your nose with his thumb. “y’re covered in flour you know” you shrug as you begin mixing another batch of cookies in a separate bowl, handing the previous bowl to your boyfriend. “hold that”

chris complies without hesitation, his feet restlessly kicking against your counter. “can you give me attention for just five minutes?” he pouts, stirring slightly in his spot. you glance over at him when the oven timer beeps, taking the cookies out of the oven. this batch in particular was a red velvet sandwich, the filling for which was going in the mixer. you set them on the nearest cooling rack, popping in the next batch of cookies and setting the typical 13 minute timer.

“those are brown butter chocolate chip, i recognize those anywhere! i thought you said that you were only doing your specialty cookies with all the designs and patterns and stuff” the genuine curiosity in his voice makes you giggle, pressing a small kiss to his lips with your hands moving to sit on his knees. “yeah? y’listen to to me that much?” he hums as he pulls you in for another kiss, setting the bowl that was previously on his lap off to the side. his lips taste just slightly metallic— a hint of dried blood from his earlier fight still lingering. you pull away after a few moments of feverish kissing, looking around your insanely messy kitchen. “i don’t have time for this right now chris, i’m sorry.” he frowns when you pull away, watching as you look around the kitchen for your next steps. 

you stop the mixer that has your cream cheese frosting, placing it into a piping bag before you grab one of the chocolate-red cookies and piping a thin layer of cream cheese on it. “do you think that’s enough filling?” you whisper, spinning the edge of the cookie in the matching sprinkle topping. chris hums from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you against him. “mhmmmm. looks great. now lemme give you some filling, ma please.” you groan at his words as you reach for another cookie, repeating your actions but halting when you feel chris’ hardening dick against your thigh. “fine but you’re doing all the work and i’m gonna keep… wo-orking.” by the time you’re done speaking, chris and his greedy fingers have found their way towards your sheer tights, ripping a hole in the middle for easy access.

“chris.” chris can’t tell if you’re scolding him for ripping your tights or begging him for more. he peppers kisses along your neck as a way to fill some time while he’s waiting for your answer. when you tilt your head for him to have more room to mark you up, he knows it was begging. his hand sneaks behind your neck to sit in front of your mouth, his way of asking you to spit on it. you comply as chris slips his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, rubbing himself a few times with the spit on his hand. “atta girl… been thinkin about you all day.” he whispers, slipping into you slowly. your eyes squeeze shut for a moment, placing another finished cookie on the plate next to you. there’s 3 cookies done when normally you would have eight done in the short time span. “that feel good, ma? y’doin so good workin on your little cookies… wish you could see what i’m seein. swallowing me whole… ‘s like you were made for me.” his thrusts are rough and shallow, being more for his pleasure then yours right now. “keep working on your cookies… i gotcha…” he whispers, your whimpers growing louder. 

in an attempts for more attention, you begin to push yourself back against chris, setting down your piping bag and pushing your cookies off to the side. chris’ grip on your waist tightens, pulling you against him harder. “chris… mph fuck please! please please…” you whine, burying your head into the crook of your elbow. chris grips onto your hair, pulling your face to look at him. “you’re doin so so good… y’probably taste sweeter than these cookies… y’try em? you try your sweets?” he asks, moving to grab onto one of your baked goods. he moves it towards your mouth, smirking when you hesitantly take a bite. “how’s that?” he whispers, his voice full of lust. “good… good it’s good.” “yeah? s’good? you rather eat your cookies or have me cum inside you? hmmm pretty girl?” 

“i-um… mph.. oh my god! c-cum inside me please oh my fucking god.” you whimper, letting your orgasm take over your body. as you begin to squirm and squeeze around chris, the cookie in your hands begins to fall apart with the sheer amount of force you’re squeezing with in order to stable yourself. chris groans at the sight, releasing the spurts of his cum deep inside you. it’s a feeling he could never get sick of. he stays nestled inside you for a minute or two, only pulling out when your oven timer beeps. your legs are too wobbly to move, so chris does your job for you. you giggle as he grabs an oven mit and sets the cookies on their cooling rack, practically drooling as he grabs a towel to clean you off. 

“those are for you.” you whisper, beginning to clean yourself off. you was your hands shortly afterwards, beginning to work on your cookies once more. chris’ eyes widen like a kid in a candy store, eying the chocolate chip cookies on the tray. “for me? you’re too good for me. how’d you know i was comin, cutie?” you smile as you grab another piping bag, preparing to work on a completely different batch of cookie decorating. “you always stop by after a fight. just thought i’d make you something if i was gonna be makin cookies. now wash your hands and get to cutting that dough that’s close to the fridge. snoopys and charlie browns.” chris chuckles, nodding as he begins cutting out the shapes into the brown cookie dough. his glances keep moving over to you, admiring the sight in front of him. when he sees you smile at him, doing what you love so much, and suddenly he’s calm.  

tags: @ifwdominicfike @frankoceanfanpage @mattssslutbby @sophand4n4 @matthewsturnsgf @izzylovesmatt @m11rx @chris-hallelujah @sturniolotoast @mattsbratt333 @wastelandzella @le4hsblog @mattsd0llfac3 @st7rnioioss @isabellewhatt @sturnslu @bluessturniolo @courta13 @sturns-mermaid @ivysturnss @slutformatt17 @emely9274 @princessesgarden @marrykisskilled @cykss @riasturns @jetaimevous @whore4mattsturniolo @camzeecorner @sturniolosymphony @ribbonlovergirl @surprisecurlyfriesbackup @lovergirl4gracieabrams @loverboysturn @muwapsturniolo @bernardsbendystraws @bambisturns

a/n: haiii guys i love u all so so much like truly also if it wasnt clear and cheesy enough... readers name in this au is basically.. cutie pie... also rose made the dividers! finding dividers for this was actually so hard.

[yurmomsawh0r]

This is a request for 🐻!

Purebred!reader x Mutt!Simone

Omegaverse, Alpha x Omega, Simone being an asshole, Rough doggy 🫦 , p n v sex, Simone calls reader a bitch (but not in a disrespectful way in a doggy verse way lol), MDNI, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, repost welcomed please!

• 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 🐻

Everything has been going perfectly for the last couple of months. Price and Soap feeling way better about getting you mutt to guard you. You seemed to be happy and loving the new attention so the feeling of sizzling fear that something bad was going to happen had been non existent.

Mutt!Simon seemed to be taking his job very seriously. He didn’t like anyone other than Price and Soap around you and even then that came with restrictions.

He didn’t like it if you have any ones scent on you other than his, he didn’t like if Soap or Price pampered you to long. He would always sulk and whine at the door when they had to groom you. Even growling and banging on the door until one of them caved.

Purebred!reader was always oblivious to Mutt!Simons over protective ways. His dominance always seeping through his pheromones make the little pup ditzy, swooning and ready to roll over to be mounted.

Soap and Price came over one day saying how they were going to be having a play date with some of your old gal pals with an addition of a new Doberman breed.

It was a fun evening. Mutt!Simone lazing away not to far while his little bitch enjoyed her play date.

It wasn’t until the Doberman kept making advances that he didn’t like.

The Doberman was a cocky fellow. Thinking he was the best in the room. Even when he tugged at your fluffy ears and constantly sniffed you to see if you’d been marked and taken.

Mutt!Simon hadn’t marked you yet. He was waiting till you were ripe for the season but the Doberman was making Simon consider doing it now to get the fucker to back off.

He well himself over getting up to check on what was going on because all we could hear was your squealing every two seconds. When he runs up on the couch, rage fires up inside of the door trying to pull down fluffy hair. It’s getting me to roll over.

The Doberman was trying to get you down to mount and possibly mark and Simon wasn’t having it.

Viciously mutt!Simon beings to growl and tear at the Doberman. Everyone of the of pups sitting and watching the battle take place.

It wasn’t really my children, Simon was raised to be a fighter so this was something he was used to versus the Doberman, who has been spoiled from the moment he came out the room. No scratches, freshly painting his coat while he wailed from the pain Simon was causing.

A few of the new pups were screaming at the scene, raising their behinds and presenting for the alpha in the room even you.

“Hey hey hey! What the fuck is going on here!” Soap, Price and a few more of the owners saunter into the room with panicked expressions.

“You fucking mutt! Simone! Heel! Shit..”

They were able to pull him off, a little blood and spittle forming at his mouth.

“Stay away from her of I will fuck you up Doberman!” Simone was very angry. He couldn’t believe someone would try his precious gem. She was his in his alone, made to submit to him and all his dominance.

In the background, both soap and price were apologizing to the other odors about the little fiasco and that guard dog for your protection and he hasn’t adapted to his new conditions.

Little did they know it wasn’t That Simon wasn’t adapted. It was more so he was very territorial over his omega. He wasn’t just her guard dog. He was hers indefinitely. He was going to be the one to fuck tons of litters in you and no one else.

To him, that show dog shit was done for. No more trying to match you up to breed with another pure bred.

After he was scowled for his behavior. Price and Soap took you both back to your home. Ridding Simon of the blood he had splatter over him. None of it his.

“You can’t be doing shit like that Simon! They can try to make us put you down if you caused serious damage.”

He only shrugged. “Next time till him to not try and fuck my bitch and we won’t have a problem.”

This made them shut up.

Clearly they can see that Mutt!Simone had grown attached to the purebred he was supposed to be guarding but Price knew it was inevitable.

After both men got them cleaned up and ready for a night, they both left and sauntered over to the main house on the estate.

“ I think we fucked up Price.”

“Why do you say that?” Soap had an idea but he wanted to see if Price was thinking the same thing he was.

“I think we paired her with a fucking Alpha mutt.” He swiped his face sighing. “Yea, I think we fucking did too.”

•

Your body was spent. Mutt!Simon practically had you up all night, only allowing you to take small naps before he started over again.

He was fucking you vigorously. His thick cock swelling and ready to knot you and knock you up. Your mewls rang out into the morning.

Simons sharp teeth never letting up on the blade of your shoulder. Marking you as his territory. As his omega.

You would forever carry his scent even when he wasn’t near and soon you’d be carrying his litter of pups.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” He growled. His not swelling while he stuff you full. You scream. The pain of your body catching his knot as his nut glazed your walls.

Then and only then did he release your nape from his locked jaws.

What a surprise it was for Price and Soap to see you locked on his knot. Stuck in doggy position.

They wanted to help you. Wipe your tears and clean you up. You had marks and bruises lingering on your hips and neck. Simon couldn’t even be bothered with them at the moment. He just sat up with you both still connected. He tried his best not the move but when he did you would cry more from the tight feeling.

Behind you, you could hear him flick a lighter before taking a hit of his cigarette while wiping his face from the sweat.

“That show dog shit is over.” He tells them all.

“Now get out so I can breed my little omega.”

[adragonprinceswhore]

Rumours

Aemond Targaryen x (Ex)Wife

Chapter V: Silver Springs 🎼 Masterlist

Summary: You think back to the tumultuous end of your marriage.

Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, angst, fighting, possessive Aemond, toxic relationship dynamic, dysfunctional family dynamic, physical violence, blood, anger issues

Word count: 5700

A/N: As always, I’d like to acknowledge my love, Justine @theoneeyedprince 🩵 She’s writing a new series called Careless Whisper and it is a gem! ILY!

“You excited for the big show tonight?”

Jace’s cheery voice greets you as you enter the backstage area of Winterfell Arena. You look up from your phone and acknowledge your bandmate with a smile, 

“Excited and more nauseous than I’ve ever been”, you joke, sliding your phone in your pocket. 

It looks like most backstage rooms have looked so far on the tour; sparsely decorated with fold up tables and chairs. There’s an array of snacks and drinks offered, and you make your way to the refreshments next to Jace to grab some coffee. 

He appears to already be wearing his stage clothes; a tight, purple silk button-down shirt that  shows just enough skin to get his fans excited. Despite the curse of being the overlooked bassist, Jace has a small yet rowdy fanbase, who tend to go absolutely mental whenever he winks at them from stage. He loves the attention, and you guess today’s extra slutty outfit choice is his gift to them. 

He moves to lean against the table, plastic coffee cup in hand,

“So, will you treat us to a new song tonight? I hadn’t heard ‘Dreams’ all put together before we performed it but damn, it sounded great”

You meet his eyes as you pick up the plastic cup by the small ear on the side, 

“I think I’ll do ‘Dreams’, it’s the only one I feel is really finished”, you reply and take a sip. 

There is another song you’ve been working tirelessly on, but you’re not sure if you feel ready to perform it. 

It is one of the reasons why your album is delayed. The members have all recorded their instruments and finished the back-up, yet you haven’t submitted a final version of your vocals. 

As a musician, you’re used to pouring your heart out when writing lyrics, not afraid of getting personal. And still, for some reason, this one almost feels too revealing; too intimate to sing out loud. 

You have the lyrics written down, and you’ve sung them to yourself at home. But singing them on stage, with him there, feels too exposing.

Too vulnerable.  

You haven’t seen Aemond since your regrettable tryst in his hotel room. 

After reading through the divorce papers, you called Alysanne back up, needing help to wrap your head around the entire situation. 

After a few hours of talking, she convinced you that this was for the best. 

You’d gotten what you wanted. 

And the mishap in Aemond’s room was, according to your best friend, nothing more than a chance to “bang one out” one last time. 

“Got it”, Jace replies in his typical cheerful manner. He reaches for a small biscuit on the table and pops it into his mouth, “I’m sure your song will sound great. They always do” 

His warm, brown eyes shine as he assures you of your abilities. It feels nice; how uncomplicated his praise is, and you smile back at him again, thankful to have at least one easy-going person in your band. 

You continue to chat light-heartedly as you wait for the other band members to arrive.  

When Jace heads outside for a smoke, you spot a familiar notebook on one of the chairs nearby. 

It’s open.

Curious and foolish, you head over to see what’s written. 

You glance at the paper, lyrics written by hand in impeccable handwriting. You know you shouldn’t, but you can’t help yourself. 

‘I don’t wanna stand ‘tween you and love, honey’‘I just want you to feel fine’

Again with the self-pitying? Fucking hell, he’s relentless. 

Did he want you to “feel fine” when he forbade you from attending events without him? Or when he went through your email without your permission?  

‘Oh, you say you love me but you don’t know’

You put the paper back down, already feeling your mood souring. 

Prick.

When you first started dating, you quickly learned that Aemond was the rock of his family. 

If his brother had been arrested for drunk and disorderly behaviour, he was there. 

If his mum needed someone to help organise a charity event, he was there. 

If his grandfather needed him to go over a case at 3 am, he was there. 

Seeing the stress of such immense pressure weigh him down, you, in turn, tried to be his rock; supporting him in any way you could. 

You managed quite well. Like those times he came home late after spending 12 hours at the office, and you greeted him with a smile and a home-cooked meal, kissing his cheek. 

He’d sit down and grab you by the waist as you placed the plates on the table, keeping you on his lap while you ate and discussed your days together. 

When you finished eating, you’d stay like that. He’d lean into you, resting his face in the crook of your neck while he held you close, thanking you for the delicious meal. 

You knew that he was thankful for what you did for him; gratitude evident in his voice and how he complimented your cooking skills. Still, there was always this sadness inside of him, a pitiful tint to his tone. 

It was tough seeing how drained he got from being everything for everyone. 

Aemond’s older sibling never felt the crushing pressure of being Otto Hightower’s protégée. While he worked tirelessly at Oldtown Solicitors after finishing his degree, they chose to pursue the band full-time. A privileged career choice made optional by their generous trust funds. 

You took a part-time position after graduating so that you could stay in the band and write music. Aemond nearly convinced you to focus on the band full-time as well, arguing that he could provide for you if you ever needed anything. Despite the generous offer, you decided that he already had enough to deal with, and potentially adding further to his endless list of responsibilities didn’t sit right with you. 

You wanted to ease his troubles, not add to them. 

Consequently, when you recorded your first album, it was mostly at night, after Aemond had finished working with his grandfather. His natural talent and precision as a guitarist and singer meant that it usually only took him two or three attempts before he was satisfied with a piece. 

You, on the other hand, did not find the recording process as easy. 

You feel tears of frustration sting your eyes as you step out of the sound booth. Helaena, Aegon and Jace had already gone home, drained from a full day of recording. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?”, Aemond asks when he sees the way the corners of your lips pull downward. 

You let out a shaky breath to gather yourself, swallowing in an attempt to make the lump in your throat disappear, 

“I can’t do it, it just-, it sounds like shit no matter how many times I-”, you mumble, cutting yourself off as you try to take another deep breath, determined not to cry. 

You feel silly, getting so upset over something so nonsensical. Still, being unable to deliver in the way you’d like has left you feeling powerless over your own voice, like you can’t control it. 

Aemond stands up from his seat by the mixing table and slowly makes his way towards you. He moves one of his hands to cup your cheek and looks down to make eye contact with you, 

“Don’t say that”

His voice is soft as his thumb gently strokes your cheek, “It’s late and you’re tired, it’s okay to need a break. But never doubt yourself, love”. 

He leans down to place a kiss on your forehead and you crave his touch like nothing else, pushing yourself against his body as your arms hug his waist. He hugs you back, one hand stroking your hair, and you instantly feel the lump in your throat melt away. 

The tears that had threatened to spill, never do. 

He makes it all go away.

The blood, sweat and tears you’d put into creating your first ever album as Dragon Dreamers proved to be worth it. Suddenly, your songs play on the radio and are featured on major playlists, where thousands of people can listen to them. 

The success instigated both you and Aemond quitting your jobs and focusing on the band full time together with Helaena, Aegon and Jace. You were certain that leaving Oldtown Solicitors and creating some distance with his grandfather would be good for Aemond, maybe even pushing him to open up to you more. 

He had a tendency of shutting you out, particularly when he was clearly distressed by something. He refused to even acknowledge some things, like he wanted to spare you from it. Yet all his secrecy did was make you feel lonely; like a stranger your beloved did not trust enough to let in. Every time he dismissed your concerns and refused to speak about what was upsetting him, another crack appeared on your weary heart. 

During the first year of your relationship you’d been under the impression that you and Aemond shared a connection so innate and deep, you didn’t need to discuss things like other couples did. 

You were able to understand each other wordlessly. 

And though there was truth in that assumption, time made you realise that Aemond’s inability to open up slowly tore a cavernous rift between the two of you. 

Music blasts out of the speakers in the crowded bar, making it hard for you to hear Tyland as he introduces you to one of his colleagues. 

It’s a man around 30, with a slightly crooked smile and long, dark hair pulled back in a bun. 

You move closer to hear what he’s saying, nodding along to his explanation of what next for your band. 

“We’d like to make a music video for one of your songs, maybe featuring a live performance?”, he asks and you feel yourself light up at the thought. A bright smile breaks out over your face, revealing your approval of his proposal. 

“That would be amazing!” 

You nearly have to shout for him to hear you over the ruckus in the bar, and you lean in a little closer. 

“Have you ever considered doing some solo stuff? On the side, of course”, he asks, grey eyes locked with yours. 

You open your mouth to answer, but before you have a chance you feel a warm hand on your shoulder, stopping you, 

“She wouldn’t have time for that”

Aemond’s firm voice answers right behind you. You didn’t see him come up, and you can hear the irritation in his voice. A quiet sigh leaves your lips, dreading what’s to come. 

The man Tyland had introduced you to appears a bit stunned by the sudden shift in atmosphere, and offers you both an awkward smile and stiff nod before heading to the bar counter. 

You turn to face Aemond, whose face is set in a frown,

“What was that about?”, he asks and you feel irate frustration bubble up inside your chest. 

This is not the first time he’s taken the liberty of answering for you, or scaring away anyone who dared approach you. 

“Nothing”, you reply before walking around Aemond, moving towards the door. 

You need air, your husband’s presence suffocating you. 

You step outside and spot Jace, leaning against the wall with a cigarette hanging from his lips. 

“You don’t happen to have one more?” 

He pulls out the pack together with his lighter and opens it for you in an invitation to steal one. 

You place the cigarette between your lips, mumble out “thanks”, and light it up. 

You take a drag, let the smoke fill your lungs, and you close your eyes. 

The nicotine gives you a slight high and your fingertips tingle pleasantly. 

“Give us a minute, Jace”

Aemond’s voice interrupts your serenity, and your companion leaves without a word of protest.  

You open your eyes to look at Aemond. You know he’s upset about what had just happened, but there is something else that he’s not telling you. 

Behind the angry facade, he seems sad. 

Or insecure? 

It is hard to decipher when he so persistently tries to push those feelings down. 

He doesn’t say anything. His hand seeks out yours to grab the cigarette and he takes a long drag before handing it back to you. You wish he’d just talk to you. Tell you what makes him act so hostile towards those around you. 

Towards you.

It makes you anxious; the uncertainty. Not knowing what’s going on inside. 

Aemond breaks the silence.,

“So, you really want to leave the band?”

You click your tongue in frustration and throw the cigarette on the ground, stomping on it until the bud stops glowing,

“When have I ever said that?”

“You sure seemed happy when that scumbag wanted to steal you away”, he says and moves to lean against the wall next to you. 

“Aemond”, you sigh, looking up to meet his eyes. He is so hard to read it infuriates you. 

You know there is no point in fighting. It’s like his mind is set on distrusting you; of thinking the worst of you. 

“Every time you act like this, you break my heart. It's like you don’t trust me in the slightest”, you say in a helplessly defeated voice,

“That hurts, you know”

As Aemond got more and more possessive over you, he also kept you further and further away from himself. 

Sometimes you wondered if he actually hated you. 

Why else would you cause his ire to light up so fiercely? 

Whenever someone approached you, he was there, looming over you. 

Guarding you. 

Like you were his, and no one else was allowed near. 

No matter how many times you asked him to stop, he wouldn’t listen. 

Instead, after you found yourselves in a fight, something that had become a weekly occurrence, he’d head out without a word, leaving you alone in your shared home. 

He could be gone for hours, leaving his phone behind so you couldn’t contact him. It felt like torture, waiting for him to come back without any knowledge of what he was up to, or if he was okay. 

When he eventually came back and you confronted him about his behaviour, he dismissed your concerns, telling you that he just needed to “clear his head”. 

Everything about the situation felt unfair. 

Not just the fact that he opted for running away instead of talking to you, but also because you knew he’d be livid if you decided to suddenly leave in the middle of the night. 

After a year of meaningless fights, petty arguments and baseless accusations, you came to the realisation that you couldn’t be his rock anymore. And he’d stopped being yours long ago. 

Before the success of the band, you could provide him with reassurance and love. 

Now, it seemed like he’d made you the enemy, suspicious of everything you did, set on distrusting you. 

Staying with him, loving him, felt like too great of a challenge. 

And maybe it was. 

Taking one last look in the mirror, you put on just a little more lipstick before tossing it in your handbag and walking out of the bathroom. You’d ordered a taxi for six o’clock, and it should arrive any minute now. 

“When were you going to tell me about this?”

Aemond’s harsh voice echoes in the quiet room. 

He’s leaning against the kitchen island in the middle of your open-plan flat. You feel the all too familiar pit of anxiety form in your stomach at his tone. 

He’s irritated again. 

He holds your phone up so that you can see the screen, an email from Tyland.

He’d contacted you earlier today about an opportunity for you to do a photoshoot and interview at Casterly Rock to promote the band's biggest hit yet, Landslide. 

Your eyes narrow as you look at Aemond, 

“Don’t go through my emails”

“Tyland wrote that he’s already booked you a ticket. You have to run that by me first”, he continues in a stern voice. 

As if he’s lecturing a child on bad behaviour. 

You stay silent, move to the sink to pick up a glass and fill it with water. You try to distract yourself enough to breathe, anger already making you feel hot all over. 

“It was a last minute decision, it’s only 2 nights next week”, you explain through clenched teeth. 

You really don’t want to get into a fight right before a show, and had already decided to tell Aemond after instead. Somewhere inside, you knew he wouldn’t be happy. 

“Were you not going to give me the courtesy of letting me know that you’re leaving?”

“I was going to tell you after the show”

Your body is still facing the sink so you won’t have to face him. 

You can’t decide if you’re more angry with him for trying to control you, or saddened by the fact that he doesn’t trust you. 

“You should’ve told me imm-”

“Aemond, you don’t own me. Stop acting like I’m your possession!”

Your irksome voice cuts him off. His still trying to keep his cool, tone refusing to match your intensity as he answers, 

“But I am your husband”

“It’s just two nights away. I’ll be with Tyland the entire time”, you say, softening your tone to not trigger him further. 

“Out of the question. You’re not going”, he replies stoicly and places your phone back on the kitchen island before standing up. 

“That’s not for you to decide!”

Your previous attempt to remain calm fails. You almost want to laugh at the absurdity of it all; being denied a business trip by your husband like he’s your guardian. 

“Yes, because we’re a team! I’d never fucking run away without you”, Aemond spits, clearly as incapable of keeping a level head as you are. 

“It’s two nights away to promote the band. I’m not “running away”, you clarify and turn to face him. 

You can see how exasperated he is by his stiff posture and the hard look in his seeing eye. He tries so hard to hide it, and yet you always manage to see through the facade. 

“It’s good publicity”, you say. 

“I said no”, is all he replies before he moves to the sideboard by the door, picking up the keys placed in a small dish resting on the polished surface. 

You feel your face heat up in anger at his dismissal of your words; of your agency. 

How dare he think he can dictate your life? 

“Well, I don’t need your fucking permission!”, you shout back at him, 

“If I want to fly to Casterly Rock, or any other fucking place, I will! You can’t stop me from doing anything, Aemond. I’ll fly to fucking Yi Ti if I so wish! You can’t-”

Your rant is cut off by a sudden loud crash by the wall next to you. 

The remnants of the dish where you kept your house keys lies in shambles on the floor next to you. Your wide eyes look down at the plate's remainders in disbelief before travelling towards Aemond. 

It’s like both of you are frozen in shock from his actions. His recovery seems to be quicker than yours, regret clear on his face and in his voice, 

“Shit. Fuck! Sorry, I’m so sorry”

He rambles apologies in panic, clearly stunned by his own action. He tries to shuffle closer to you, but you recoil as soon as he comes near.  

The shock of his action and the loud sound that accompanied it triggers something inside you, and you immediately feel tears well up in your eyes. 

You feel like a child; startled and scared. 

“Fuck. Sorry for scaring you, love”

His voice is much softer than mere seconds ago. Pleading. 

Aemond brings his hands up slightly, a sign of surrender, and moves closer to comfort you. 

You wince and back away from him, eyes still widened in disbelief. 

“I’d never hurt you”, he tries to assure you. 

You still can’t fully comprehend what had just happened, 

“How the fuck am I supposed to believe that?”

Aemond opens his mouth to answer just as the intercom rings, signalling that the taxi is waiting downstairs. 

You try to gather yourself somewhat and take a deep breath before moving to grab your bag and jacket from the hallway. 

Aemond’s pitiful expression observes you, and you tell him, “When we get back, we need to talk about this. About us. I can’t take this any more”

The taxi ride to the venue is excruciating. 

Aemond hasn’t said a word, but his fingers are tapping restlessly against his thigh, something you’d learned to be one of his most prominent nervous habits. 

In the corner of your eye, you can see how his gaze repeatedly seeks out yours, but you refuse to look at him. 

He reaches out to lightly touch your fingers, but you move away from his touch,

“I-, I don’t know what came over me, love. I am so sorry for scaring you, I promise it will never happen again”

You’re too tired to respond, and stubbornly continue to watch the city pass by through the car window. 

When the cab pulls up to the live house, you can still feel the tears of shock drying on your cheeks. You thank the driver and step out of the car, before entering the backstage area. 

The small room you’d been assigned to prepare in smells musky and the lights are toned down. 

Helaena is nowhere to be found, but you immediately notice Jace’s brown locks in the corner of the room, seated in an armchair with his base in his lap. 

On the large, brown leather sofa placed in the middle of the room sits a slouching young man with ruffled, silvery hair and purple bags under his eyes. He lights up when he sees you enter, voice slightly slurred, 

“There she is! King’s Landing’s new little, uh-, fucking-, romantic, sexy sweetheart!”, Aegon drunkenly declares, smiling from ear to ear, 

“Charming everyone with her sad songs”

“Hi Aegon, are you okay?”, you ask gently.

You try as hard as you can to hide the fact that you’re disappointed in seeing him so clearly intoxicated. 

You know he has problems with alcohol, and despite a recent trip to rehab, he hasn’t gotten much better. 

“I am, now that you’re here”, he replies with a sloppy wink. 

You move towards the small fridge by the wall of the cramped room, pulling out a water bottle and handing it to him without saying a word. 

He brings the bottle up in a mock cheer before opening it and taking a large sip, possibly to show you, and Aemond, that he isn’t as drunk as you assume he is. 

“Always so fucking sweet to me”, he smiles at you, “Mondo, you’re a lucky guy, you know”, he addresses his brother, who’s leaning against the door, clearly displeased with the fact that Aegon hadn’t been capable of waiting until after the show before he got shit-faced. 

The hostility between the brothers is clearly one-sided as the older Targaryen continues,

“I just saw the most unhinged shit online man! Some fans were discussing what her favourite position is”, he laughs out as he addresses his brother. Aemond’s face is stoic, but you can see the tension in his jaw as he fixes his eye on Aegon. 

“Is it true, baby? Is it really doggy?”, he asks as his eyes shift from Aemond to you. 

You’d gotten more or less used to how lewd your brother-in-law could get when he’s drunk. But being asked something so crass after the day you’d had only leaves you feeling disgusted. 

“Knock it off”, Aemond’s stern voice cuts through the cramped space. 

You notice Jace shifting uncomfortably in his seat, picking up the pack of cigarettes in front of him on the coffee table before standing up and heading out of the door. 

You wish you could run away as well, but the tension radiating from Aemond tells you to stay put.

“Oh, come on, it’s all in good fun! I’d die to have a girlfriend with tits like that”

Whatever game Aegon thinks he’s playing with his brother is clearly one-sided. Aemond quickly jerks his head to the side to look at his brother, seeing eye darting at a speed that his blind eye’s incapable of. 

“Uh oh! Eyes going two different directions!”, Aegon says with a laugh, crossing his eyes to mock Aemond, 

“Can Lazy Eye look you in the face when he’s fucking you?”, he asks and he turns to you, eyes still meeting over the bridge of his nose. 

“Seriously, Aegon, knock it off”, you plea. 

He can turn so fucking mean when he’s drunk, hiding his own displeasure with life behind jabs at his brother. 

He continues to laugh when he adds,

“One eye on your face and one on your tits? A pity he can’t see through it”.

Before you have a chance to reply, Aemond lunges forward, fist held high as he smashes it against his brother's face. Aegon keeps laughing even as blood spills from his nose, staining Aemond’s hand going in for blow after blow. 

You’re frozen for a millisecond before you start to yell at him to stop, but it’s like he doesn’t hear you.  

Neither does he hear his older brother’s laughs turn to grunts of pain as he begins to sober up under Aemond’s assault. 

You see Aegon’s face turn slack, eyes fluttering shut like he’s going out of consciousness. Aemond continues to land punch after punch on his brother’s face and you feel panic rush inside of you. 

You throw yourself on Aemonds back in an attempt to pull him away. He’s inaccessible, not listening to your desperate pleas for him to stop.

Drops of blood are flying in front of you, landing on the worn leather sofa underneath Aegon. Your arms encircle Aemond’s shoulders as you try to pull him off of his brother with all your might. 

He tries to shrug you off, but as he goes in for the next hit, his elbow accidentally retracts against the side of your body, making harsh contact with your ribs. 

You wail out in pain and Aemond immediately stops his assault on his brother to turn around and look at you in panicked worry. 

Your body’s folded over the coffee table next to the sofa, hand placed over the spot that's hurting on the side of your stomach. 

He moves away from Aegon to make his way towards you, but you back away from him by reflex, suddenly too aware of how dangerous his temperament can be. 

You hurry up on your feet to quickly leave the backstage area, Aemond’s strained voice calling out your name behind you. 

He’s fucking lost it.

Thinking back to everything that led up to your divorce leaves you feeling a mix of emotions, misery being the most prominent one. 

This is supposed to be the highlight of your career; the band’s biggest show yet. 

You don’t want to feel like this; a constant state of being filled with sorrow. 

You want to enjoy performing again. 

You can hear the crowd call for you to come out on stage, and you feel nerves ebbing through your veins in anxious waves. 

“Aemond wanted to perform ‘Never Going Back Again’ as the first part of the encore later on”, Helaena says and looks at you. You feel even more restless. 

“And I thought maybe you have another new song to sing? Maybe the one you sent me a recording of?”

Her hand comes up to rest reassuringly on your upper arm. You know which one she means, even if she doesn’t say anything else. The song. 

“I told the guys it’s called ‘Silver Springs’, they’ll know which one it is from recording. I know we haven’t practised it together but Dreams was such a hit with the fans, I’m sure they’ll love this one too”, she says and smiles gently in that way only she’s capable of. 

The thought of Aemond performing ‘Never Going Back Again’, on top of singing ‘The Chain’ and ‘Go Your Own Way’, lights a fuse inside of you. 

You look over at him, 

“Okay”

This is it. 

The stage, vast and intimidating, seems to close in as the intro to ‘Silver Springs’ starts to play. 

You have no idea if Aemond had listened to the voice recordings for the song.

You asked Helaena to do backup vocals instead of him on the track, hoping that would make the song feel less of a testament to your heartbreak. 

‘You could be my silver spring’

‘Blue-green, colours flashing’

‘I would be your only dream’

‘Your shining autumn, ocean crashing’ 

What if he had read the lyrics? 

Had he pondered them weeks after, dreading to hear you sing them on stage? 

‘And don’t say that she’s pretty’

‘And did you say that she loved you?’

‘Baby I don’t wanna know’

Had he even cared?

Your longing gets the best of you, and you glance over at Aemond. 

‘So I begin not to love you’

‘Turn around, see me runnin’’

‘I say “I loved you years ago”’

‘Tell myself you’d never loved me’ 

His face is stoic; good eye already observing you.  

He might look calm to the audience, but you can see the tension in his jaw. You see how he’s breathing heavily out of his nose. 

His grip on the guitar seems bruising, fingers moving skillfully; never making a mistake. 

You quickly look away. 

Why do you suddenly find him so intimidating? 

‘And don’t say that she’s pretty’

‘And did you say that she loves you?’

‘Baby, I don’t wanna know’

‘And can you tell me, was it worth it?’

‘Baby, I don’t wanna know’ 

Your own lyrics prickle your heart. 

Do you tell yourself he never loved you because that’d be easier? 

What if it was true, that he never really loved you? 

He’d been possessive over you. And he’d been controlling. But that’s not love. 

Loving someone means you care for their well-being and happiness, over anything else. 

You know he loves Alicent and Helaena. He treats them differently from how he’s been with you; he was so much gentler with them. 

Picking fights with you over nothing, controlling your life and not letting you be happy, that's not love. 

Worst of all, he doesn’t act like that with Alys. 

Does he love her?

‘Time cast a spell on you, but you won’t forget me’

‘I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me’

You think back to how your relationship once was. 

When he was your biggest supporter, erasing any doubts you had about your own talent. Always reassuring you that you were worthy. 

That man is not the one sharing a stage with you now. 

The sorrow over losing your beloved husband turns to anger, and you need him to know. 

He needs to see how much he hurt you. 

‘Time cast a spell on you, but you won’t forget me’ 

You can’t look away, not even when tears start forming in the corners of your eyes. 

Aemond’s seeing eye looks so dead; completely void of emotion. His knuckles are white from the force in which he’s holding his guitar. 

‘I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me’

Every emotion you’ve tried to suppress comes crashing over you; 

Anger.

Hurt.

Betrayal.

Grief. 

But you won’t let him win. You can’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you broken. 

You feel a tear escape down your cheek, but you refuse to look away from his face as you keep singing, 

‘I’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice can haunt you’

‘Oh, give it just a chance’

‘You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you’

Despite standing in front of thousands of people, despite what happened in his hotel room, this feels like the most intimate exchange you’ve had in months. You want him to see how much he hurt you. 

You want him to feel bad. 

To hurt too.

‘Was I such a fool?’ 

‘I’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice can haunt you’

Your voice almost breaks from the sheer force of the emotions pouring out of you, but you manage, singing with nothing but raw emotion and sorrow-fuelled rage. More tears slide down your cheeks. 

‘Oh, give it just a chance’

‘You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you’

‘Time cast a spell on you, but you won’t forget me’

‘I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me’ 

You finish up the concert on auto-pilot, not really present anymore. As soon as you finish playing The Chain, you make your way back to the hotel. 

You throw the door to your room open, kick off your shoes, and dive into the back of the closet where you store your clothes. 

You pull out Aemond’s university hoodie from the black bin bag you’d tossed it in, anger consuming you just by the sight of it. 

Fuck him. 

You look around the hotel room for something sharp; a pair of scissors, a wine opener, a fork, anything. You spot the small pair of scissors you use to trim your nails with on the nightstand and grab them before stabbing one of the tiny blades into the soft material of the hoodie. 

Fuck him. 

Your vision turns blurry as tears well up in your eyes for the second time this evening, but the tiny bit of relief you feel from ruining something of Aemond’s is intoxicating. 

You put your fingers through the small holes you’d made in the fabric and pull with all your strength, ripping the shirt over and over until it’s nothing but a pile of scraps of fabric. 

Fuck him.

A/N: Thank you for readig! 🫶

[yanderestarangel]

♡ — 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐄 | 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑

— TW: smut, praise, dark themes, age gap, light yandere, age gap, friend of your farher!albert wesker, v!sex, manipulation, nsfw, distorted mind, oral, afab anatomy, blackmail, recorded sex, daddykink, no pronouns used besides 'you'.

♡—Wesker was a sick man, he knew that, but Albert's darkest desires could not be ignored for long. He was your dad's co-worker, and to tell the truth, he hated the man, however, there was something about your father that interested him... You.

♡— Wesker, unfortunately for you, laid eyes on you, it was just small glances behind the dark lenses of his glasses, but soon after, you were already in the scientist's darkest thoughts. He thought you were a precious thing, a little pearl that needed to be protected by him, so he decided to get even closer to your dad, it was so easy to manipulate the man and infiltrate your family that Albert found it pathetic, but he needed you... Being close to you, you were eating away at his mind with every bitter second that passed in the older man's abjacent solitude.

♡— Wesker could just get rid of anyone in the worst way possible and lock you up in a place isolated from everything and everyone, make you his untouched little doll, lock you in a glass dome and watch you all day — he could force you to loving him, worshiping him like a god, he wanted to make you walk on the ground he walks on and see your tongue lick every drop of his seed, things escalated very quickly for him, but he didn't care, in the blonde's head, he was a superior being, and could do anything he wanted.

♡— Wesker researched every strong and weak point of your personality, in a few days he had a folder and raw files of hours and hours of recordings of you, either with the wiretap he secretly placed on your cell phone, or with the cameras hidden behind home — which he put it when he went to your house, to drink some wine and hand over some papers from the umbrella to your dad — or for the hours he spent stalking every post of yours on the internet. He knew everything about you... Absolutely everything, you were his obsession, you were his property and his alone... It didn't take long for you to realize that.

♡— Wesker began with calm touches, as if he were watering a flower, wetting your petals of desire with the nectar of hot, forbidden touches. He would pay you so much attention, wearing the best smile behind his serious and cold face, his lips would always have an expression of comfort for you — He would always shower you with sweet nicknames, telling you how proud he is of you always giving your best to you. college grades, or how good you were. He would divert your father's attention just to visit you in your room, giving you expensive gifts that you had wanted for a long time. "— I just remembered you baby, it suits your eyes, don't worry about the value sweetheart." Albert would speak in a hoarse tone, placing the emerald necklace around your neck, brushing his fingers for too long on your skin and leaving soon after, leaving you with a confused feeling in your chest and a heat in your core.

♡— Wesker has been mentally writing down the best nicknames he can think of. "— My Prince/Princess, My doll, My baby boy/baby girl, My little gem, My good boy/girl, honey, darling, dear, sweet little thing." And all of them are accompanied by mischievous phrases and smiles. " — Good job prince/princess, you did well... Keep it up." " — you really are a cute little thing, aren't you? Making Daddy happy." The scientist would purr in your ear, away from your father's eyes... Not that he cares much, but he loves the feeling of adrenaline, seeing your face blush, you would be a mess for a simple compliment or word of affirmation... It was so cute to him, like a stalking prey, a deer lost and beautiful in the snow.

♡— Wesker knew that resisting his charm was never an option, and it wouldn't be. He is a man who knows how to play his cards right, and it wouldn't take long for him to trap you in his web of manipulation and possession, he would make you his body, mind and soul, break you to the breaking point.

♡— Wesker would have luxurious dinners at his penthouse, calling his family, an excuse to see you again. He would get your dad drunk enough to pull you to some corner of the house and pull down your clothes, slapping your ass hard as he knelt kissing your clit, forcing you to lean against the cold wall while he fucked you out. "— Fuck imagine if your father comes in here and sees his sweet son/daughter like that? Fucking his friend?" Albert smiled mischievously, as he inserted two thick fingers into your hole, stretching you to the sides, leaving you well prepared for him. He would hold you with his strong arms, taking you to the table where your father slept drunk, fucking you in front of the man's sleepy body. " — Fucking h-hell Mmm- imagine if he wakes up? Seeing you like this? Seeing that you're nothing but a fucking slut." He babbled, pushing the base of his dick into your cunt, while you covered your moans with your hand, feeling your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure.

♡— Wesker will fuck you in your own house, making an excuse for your father who needs to recommend some colleges to you, while he aggressively beats you on the mattress, tying your ankles with his tie, while overstimulating your pussy, inserting his shaft repeatedly into your uterus, he'll just take out even the tip and put it all in at once with a sadistic smile on his thin lips. "—I could fuck you like this all day."

♡— Wesker would say such dirty and sweet things to you while turning you into a dumb mess. " — Your sweet little pussy is made for my cock, isn't it?" His free hand reaches down to caress your breasts, pinching and pinching your sensitive nipples, eliciting more moans from your lips. He continues to tease and torment you, pushing you closer to the edge of orgasm before pulling back, prolonging your agony - and his, you could beg and whimper, as he takes a cell phone out of his pocket, focusing on your wet, abused hole. " — Oh, you little slut," he grows. " —I love the way you look when my cock stretches you out like this Ah- Fuck sweetheart-" And just as you're about to fall, he slows down once again, prolonging your ecstasy, the buildup almost unbearable. "—Not yet, my dear," he whispers in your ear, his voice filled with wicked delight. "—You will come when I say so. Only when I give you permission."

♡— Wesker will take several photos of your body covered in semen, in compromising positions and with his dick in your mouth, videos, gifs or any digital media available, he will manipulate and chat you so that you are always his, always stay on his side.

" — You will never run away from me, my little pet... Or else... Your father and all your family, friends... They will know what a whore you are, so just be good and keep your mouth shut, pretty boys/girls don't think."

©𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇 2023

[tojisun]

simon (ghost) riley x fem bimbo!reader

!! smut - minors dni; cunnilingus; genital piercing (christina piercing); hinted age gap (30s v 20s); simon’s pov

: this is based on oddy’s brainworm of bimbo!reader getting a christina piercing while simon’s away for a 9-10 month mission as a surprise for when he comes home teehee <33 // bimbo!reader mlist

simon tries to swallow any remaining spit he has just to quench the building thirst in him, but it is understandably futile. he is left walking behind you with a spring in his step, pretences having flown into the wind the moment you barrelled towards him as soon as he got home.

it is a usual dance at this point: you, jumping into his arms all excitable, and him, planting his feet to catch you with ease. simon knows he’ll never tire of this routine, one that never fails to fill him up with over pouring affection that he carries for you.

“i have a surprise for you,” you whispered to him, your voice so small in your hushed giddiness.

you stared at him with sultry eyes, your bottom lip captured between your pearly teeth. simon felt his mouth go bone-dry, his chest stuttering and his fucking chub kicking up underneath his jeans because he knows that look.

dear gods, he knows that look.

the last time you surprised him with anything after his months-long mission, it left simon marking your thighs up with kisses and hickeys and bite marks, the ridges of his teeth so prominent on that single point that stood out in the expanse of your dewy skin – his callsign, ghost, inked on your inner thigh, somewhere close to the juncture of your legs and your pelvis.

so you can’t blame simon for being too interested and going all breathless in anticipation as you led him back to your room.

he’s fumbling for his steps as you two step inside – white walls and strawberry cow print sheets – where you proceeded to sit him down on your vanity before taking a few steps away from him.

“okay so,” you begin, swaying slightly, looking deceptively shy. “i really hope you’d like it.”

simon’s gaze shifts, desire warming to make room for the softness he feels. he shoots you a small smile. “y’know y’can give me a paper cup for your surprise and i’d still love it.”

“of course,” you giggle, rubbing your palms on your sides. “‘s just that i thought of you when i got it so, you know.”

simon’s throat constricts, his pulse quickening at your words – you thought of him when you got it. oh. oh fuck.

“i-” his voice cracks and simon ducks his head down in his embarrassment, clearing his throat quickly so that this moment may pass soon because he can feel himself bursting at the seams.

“thank you, sweets,” he finally utters, rubbing his palm along his face in hopes of abating the blush warming his cheeks.

you beam at him, all pretty and happy, before you begin to slide your skirt off.

jesus.

“oh,” he rasps out, a strained gasp spilling into the air. simon has to clench his fists on top of his thighs to restrain himself, feeling so faint at getting a flash of your pretty legs, his eyes trailing from your floral lace socks before climbing up to get a view of your pretty little lingerie.

his tongue feels heavy sitting in his mouth as he catalogues the little thing – sheer, red, and dainty. it’s not hiding anything, showcasing slivers of flesh that simon wants to sink his teeth into.

it’s not hiding anything so he wonders why it took him a while to notice it. there, nestled just above your clit, are two little diamond studs.

“are those-” his voice sounds strained even to his own ears, the words having been punched out from him as his lungs work over time.

“yeah,” you say with a quiet chuckle and simon briefly wonders how you must look right now but he can’t lift his head to look at you, unable to rip his eyes away from the twinkling diamonds on your body. one of your hands slide from your hips towards your pubic area, acrylics making soft scratching sounds against your sheer panties.

the gems on your nails matches your new piercing – christina, simon’s mind supplies right away – and he just about whimpers.

finally, simon’s eyes flit to your own, and he doesn’t know what he must look like because the brief shyness on your face melts away and desire begins to burn from your eyes. the tension is building between you two, settling in like a dense fog, and simon waits for a heartbeat and another before he’s lunging towards you.

hands tangle against each other in mutual desperation, blindly tearing apparel from each other’s bodies with nothing but twin ragged breaths to fill up the space. simon throws you to the bed, his chest heaving as he stands by the foot of it to gaze down at you, eyes full of palpable hunger as they rove over your presented body.

“mine,” simon rumbles. “all mine.”

he covers your smaller body with his bulk, trembling hands greedy as they press and pull and squeeze at your flesh. your tiny mewls fuel him as he bends down to hover his lips over your pussy. your beautiful, pierced pussy.

“simmy,” you hiccup, your voice a soft little thing. “please, no teasing.”

of course, he wants to say because simon is sure that he doesn’t even have it in himself to prolong it anymore. not when he’s missed you by a lot, having been away for one of his longest missions. and especially not after the gift you have for him.

simon’s silence ripples, promising, and he knows he doesn’t have to say any more.

he kisses your cunt with his lips, nuzzling just soon after. you gasp out from somewhere on top of him, your hands gathering the short strands of his hair in your fist, and tugging when simon doesn’t do anything more than ghost kisses.

simon presses another one as an apology before planting his hands on your thighs and pushing your legs open, presenting your already-wet cunt to him. briefly, he remembers your older gift, and simon shifts, nuzzling your inner thigh instead, nipping at your inked skin.

simon is not a narcissistic man but there is something so good at seeing you carrying his callsign, as though he’s branded you. claimed. marked.

you giggle at the touch, fists loosening just a bit, your legs losing their tension at the ticklish feeling. simon puffs out a huffed laughter, enjoying the moment, taking it all in, then he is moving.

because there is something else he wants in his mouth. something else he wants to explore.

the first drag of his tongue along your clit and up until the first stud of your piercing has you squealing, your small feet digging into the planes of his back. it pushes him even closer to your cunt, something that simon eagerly takes advantage of as he begins to eat you out with earnest.

the cool press of the barbell on his tongue is a new experience, one that he is beginning to love as he continues to lap his tongue along your folds. simon flicks his tongue over the piercing, careful not to truly tug it, before he’s moving on to suck on your clit, rolling the little thing on his tongue.

you choke on a moan, hips lifting off the bed as you thrash, and simon has to press down on your belly to subdue you. you squeak when you are pinned, fists leaving simon’s hair to claw at the sheets instead. simon kisses your clit once more as an apology, before lapping at your hole, pushing his tongue in to mimic shallow thrusts.

“si-!”

your moan sounds guttural, bouncing off of the walls as simon continues to fuck you with his tongue. your slick pools in his mouth and he doesn’t even recognize the answering growl that rumbles from the base of his throat – deep and primal.

his thick hands grip at your thighs, tugging you in a new position, forcing your back to arch as simon continues to make a mess of your pussy.

pretty, pretty pussy.

“s’mine,” simon growls the moment he pulls his tongue out to suck on your folds.

he lightly nips at your clit, and a choked sob falls from what he knows would be your bruised lips. you do tend to bite on them when drunk in your pleasure, nibbling until they are throbbing and plump, looking so kiss-swollen.

fuck. he wants to kiss you there too.

simon gives your clit one more suck before he lifts his head up, the warm air on your room hitting his damp face. he sees the way your chest is heaving before flitting his eyes over your hands to see them tremblingly fisting at your sheets. your head is tipped up, mouth open as you shakily gasp out your breaths.

“sweet girl?” he asks, wanting to see you.

you move slowly, sluggishly, and simon can’t fault you for your reaction as he can still feel your legs shaking. teary eyes turn to him and simon couldn’t help but coo, letting go of your legs to climb towards you.

you track his movement, still hitching in breath, until he’s finally hovering over you. simon presses his forehead to yours, nuzzling, and rumbling a deep hum when your arms hook onto his shoulders for a loose hug.

“hi,” you say with a giggle after the silence settles. simon huffs a fond laugh, shifting so his lips trail soft kisses along your cheeks.

“hi,” simon replies, his lips moving lower, teasing touches from the cut of your jaw to the column of your throat. he settles there, burrowing with a deep breath, hot desire waning for something softer. for something slower.

“…y’like it?” you ask, sounding so conscious as though simon didn’t lose himself when eating you out, leaving his dick to throb painfully underneath his boxers.

“oh, princess,” he says with a breathy chuckle. he shifts again to see you. “i fuckin’ loved it.”

your eyes crinkle when you smile, and simon wonders if his lungs are even working with the way his breath constricts.

fuck, reality is settling – he’s truly missed you.

“thank you for such a darlin’ gift, baby,” simon murmurs, his lips hovering over yours.

you hum, already deaf to his words as you turned your focus to the ghosting touch of his lips instead. you tip your head up, whining when even that doesn’t make them meet.

aww, simon coos in his head. sweets wants a kiss.

so he finally gives it, his head angled to kiss you deeper. harder. teeth clack against each other before warm tongues tangle, and simon wonders if you can taste yourself on him. if you can taste the way he made you feel good.

your nails scratch his back, and he knows shallow welts will be there when he checks tomorrow. but for now, simon loses himself to the messy kiss – nipping your lips and, later, lapping at your folds.

because he’s not done with you yet. he needs to eat you out more. needs to see the way your pretty, jewelled pussy takes his tongue the same way you do with his cock.

oh, how you spoil him.

i teeheed too much while writing this but then i got drunk so it kinda splintered away from what i envisioned 😭

tagging: @oddityinthesky @ghostsbimbo @kenz-ee @yannauauau @yaebaal @ivymarquis @liwooa @loonalockley @kariiiel

[lunadook]

Human Replacement Therapy Extended Universe (and inspired) Link Collection Part 1

EDIT: We've hit the Inline Link Limit! I've linked to a reblog containing more links. (The google doc linked at the bottom of the post will still contain everything in one place.)

Been seeing a lot of those Human Replacement Therapy comics and stories going around and I wanted to try and make a list of the first (?) panels/chapters of each one me (and helpful community members) have found so far, so..........

Part 2

Dragon [by ayviedoesthings] Fish [by welldrawnfish] Bat [by kaylasartwork] Puppy [by nyxisart] Mouse [by prettiestplatypus] Worm (I can't find the first one I'm too lazy) [by shaveyoureyebrows] Axolotl [by bubbleverseart] Goat [by kontonord] Elf [by squiretilde] Eldritch [by dawning-mars] Bird [by vy-canis-melodis] Slime [by pollypoirate] Slime (Written) [by mint-and-authoress] Slime (Written) [by scrubbinn] Slime (Written) [by sandyca5tle] Shifter (Written) [by calliecwrites] Cow (Written) [by josphitia] Bovine [by pennymations] Wolf [by gracewolfing] Coyote [by vanillayoteart] Werewolf [by tobydoeswrite] Werewolf [by cyberbeast99] Tiger (Written) [by tigergirltail] Mermaid HRT Poem [by ashleyrowanthewriter] Kitsune (Written) [by mothduchess] ??? [by home-sweet-hive] Sonic [by sonic-spirit] *break so tumblr will let this post*

Aves [by cozy-kitty-corner] Cat [by entroart] King Cobra [by thecrystalmountainsystem] Polymorph [by probablyplural] Human [by deadeyedfae] Werewolf [by lycans-art-kingdom] Mermaid [by noreo-oreo] Puppy [by noreo-oreo] Deer [by aster-is-confused] Lamia [by ariathelamia] Moth [by hyacinthdoll1315] Skunk [by sundaysstrawberrykombucha] Void [by v-draws-whatever] Dragon [by zykeroth] ??? [by transpandaart] Jaguarfolk [by jaguarfolkhrt] Sheep [by cr1zz0] Bunny [by grumpybunny-edith] Fox [by disappointedcreeper] Sparrow [by lylaslilacss] Animal? [by cutepastelstarsailor] Cow [by megamoonerjenny] Bug [by thebugautistic] Vrastelian [by silliestcreature196] Elf [by siimplyapril] Demon [by shockpulse] Wolf and Crow [by sunification] Bird [by tiredtiresias] Shoggoth [by aiden-nevada]

*break so tumblr will let this post*

Bird [by comfeeeeeeee] Bird [by nuclearraven-woman] Manticore [by redroversendjayover] Spider [by sweetspidergirl] Mouse [by alice-arty] Zombie [by sunnyrabbit05] Cat [by v0vivi0v] Cyberdemon [by kazsartcorner] Troll [by artvil-gang] Polar Bear [by frostehburr] Lamia [by robins-warudo] Shapeshifter [by maxine302] Vulture [by prollymad] Dragon [by a-being-that-just-is] Slug [by a-being-that-just-is] Cryptid [by thejaded0nes] Robot [by lavender-inkwell-99] Monkey [by mechanical-sunchild] Eldritch Dragon [by your-pal-nebula] Time Lord [by joyfulbeatrix] Digimon [by reticent-fate] Plant [by jalopytheplant] Slime [by ruckeysquared] Fox [by super-sayian-kitty64] Demon [by pugsofwriting] Weasel [by alice-of-heart] Sylveon [by constellarcreator] Robot [by squiddotmid] Eevee [by darlingsuperstition] Chimera [by gate4043]

*another pause weee*

Swolbold [by flowershakur] Type Green [by scpwiki-official] Dragon [by tresenellaart] Dragon [by theinsidiousdice] Robot [by raptorbricksart] Dragon [by koalaphoenix] Gem [by techno-toister] Hybrid [by ehksidian] Ktletaccete [by fenmere] Slime [by madelinemccoolname] Succubus [by lariumbreon]

Please feel free to let me know of any you know of that I missed or ones you have created and want added! I'll periodically update the post with anything I get links to.

I have also made a Google Doc containing all of the links, including the ones that aren't fitting in this post. Part 2 of this post, with more links, is here.