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Fem Aeron who has a Blackwood brute scaling up to her apartments at Stone Hedge nearly every week without fail. Davos Blackwood is his name and he’s an absolute /beast/ of a man, always leaving Aeron covered in sweat, nearly three of her nightgowns absolutely ruined in their throes of passion so far, and her thighs always are left bruised and bitten to all the Seven Hells.

She’s forbidden him from taking her maidenhead, smacked him more than once for daring to attempt to seduce and manipulate her into giving up the last of her purity. Davos, the cheeky bastard he is, never fails to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, kiss at her neck, and brush between her thighs to slither his fingers over her clit.

“Let me take you to wife, sweet girl,” He will breathe over her collarbone and tickle her sides all the while grinning that manic grin of his. “Let me bed you and make you my gorgeous Lady-wife.”

Aeron will deny it to the end of her days, till the day the Stranger comes to take her that she fantasizes the very thing he speaks of, to be his Blackwood Wife, and bear his Blackwood children, to be his lawfully wedded wife in the eyes of the Seven and live out the rest of her days by his side. She’d spend the rest of her life being bred by Davos, hanging off his cock, and being worshipped by him. It should be her worst nightmare.

Instead, it’s her greatest fantasy.

“One day,” Davos promises as he always does as licks his wet lips, sticky with her fluids and slick hanging off his tongue as he rises from between her limp thighs. She gasps for air, chest heaving as she comes down from her latest high and Davos chuckles darkly. “One day, I’ll have you—you’ll be mine, my wife, and I’ll take you as I please, make you full with my seed where you’ll grow children who will have your pretty smile, your gorgeous eyes, and your beautiful hair. I swear this to you before the Old Gods and the New.”

Aeron clenches her shaky legs together and turns away with red cheeks as she pushes him off her and he laughs again, dusting off his cape as he saunters off her bed and onto the floor.

The young lady suddenly yawns and settles on her side, her eyes fluttering as exhaustion takes over her as it always does whenever Davos has his fill of her, always making her reach completion at least three times before finally relenting. Aeron sighs and twitches only minutely as a large, warm hand gently grazes her lips. Aeron’s eyes open and she glances up at him.

“Till I have you again, pretty,” Davos says with a cheeky grin and grabs her hand before raising it up to his lips and kissing her knuckles softly. Whenever he acts gentlemen-like, it never fails to make her blush and squirm at his actions. “Sweet dreams, my princess.”

Aeron curls up in her sheets and watches as he makes his way over to her open windows. But, before he can hop out and leave, she says—

“Davos,” She calls to him and he immediately glances back at her. Aeron blinks slowly at him and takes in his handsome features before she realizes she’s staring and mumbles; “Be careful getting back to RavenTree…”

Davos seems to hesitate for only a moment before he smiles back at her, a real one, a soft, impossibly handsome one, and replies; “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Aeron grins back at him, sweetly and curls up in her blankets before he blows a soft kiss her way and then, he’s hopping out of her window and into the night from whence he came.

That night, as she always does whenever he leaves, she dreams of his rough, large hands holding onto her, laying in his lap while children with black hair and blue eyes run around them, giggling and squealing with laughter.

She wishes and she dreams.

But most importantly, she hopes.

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Aemond Targaryen x Blind! Reader Pt.2.

Summary: The ways that Aemond tries to help the reader become more independent since her family kind of thinks she's useless and needs help to do everything.

Warnings: More Allusions to Neglectful Parentage, soft Aemond is his own warning (more so out of shock).

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 3.5 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5

This is based more or less soon after they meet but the mannerisms (what he does for the reader) stay more or less the same into their older years, closer to 1x08. So, he may not seem as cold or intense mainly because this is more of how he is seen in 1x06 and 1x07 due to his age.

Aemond wasn't an open person, he was seen mostly in the training grounds or with yourself in the gardens.

Lots of people saw him on a day-to-day basis but never really spoke or knew anything personal about him.

Paired with his looks it was much more common to hear the rumours about him and how he acts with his family. Some, mostly residents outside of Kings Landing believed that he held little love for his relatives but those within the castle knew much better.

He was constantly speaking to his mother about the court and what he may do to help ease the burden. Arguing with Aegon about how he treated women and sank in his wine trying to knock some sense into his older brother before he got himself killed. Defending Helaena from comments about her odd visions and sayings. He was by no means a cruel person towards his family.

When you became his friend and someone he genuinely cared for you came into his circle of protection. Said protection also meant a helping hand whenever you needed it.

Your parents were adamant on you having company of a knight at all times. They would lead you where you wanted to go and wait for you to be finished. Most times it felt as though you were a burden from how they would essentially grip your arm and drag you around.

You were not allowed to attend lessons that all ladies from high standing houses were meant to part take in. It left you feeling like a disappointment at best and while you never openly said it, anyone who saw the relationship between yourself, and your family could see it.

Your sisters often teased you for not attending lessons and would trip you slightly as you walked past. In truth, they did mean this in a light manner, but it certainly did not help you with how you felt.

Your brothers were similar, they didn't trip you as much, but they enjoyed jesting about your condition far more and in a more hurtful way.

You wanted to do those things, painting, stitching pictures onto thin cloths, gossiping with ladies of the court. But alas, you could not.

Deemed too different, too incomplete. It infuriated you, a complete contrast to your regular composure.

Naturally when Aemond heard of your wishes he set off doing what he could to help silently.

-- Becoming friends with Helaena.

When he introduces you to Helaena, your joint interest in plants and critters (more so for Helaena on the latter) meant that you'd become close to one another almost immediately. He was glad to see that you'd made friends with another person in the castle as he scarcely saw you in conversation with others outside of the dinner room and your own family.

Just as he'd predicted, Helaena had practically begged their mother so you could accompany her to her lessons. Ones that you weren't allowed to attend at your home away from the Red Keep.

Not only had he given you the opportunity to become friends with another girl (as most turned away after finding you were blind) but he'd also managed to get you into the lessons you so desperately wanted to attend since childhood in the space of a few days, without you ever realising he'd planned it from the start.

Ever the cunning prince.

Helaena would now join the two of you in the gardens when she was free, utterly delighted by the fact you did not fear bugs and arachnids.

You were told that they were ugly, scary things but you'd never been able to differentiate whether something was ugly or cute for obvious reasons.

Perhaps only centipedes were the exception, the feeling of hundreds of tiny legs running up your arm at a fast past was unnerving, but Aemond was always quick to remove the critters if you seemed to dislike them.

He too had been subjected to the same treatment (holding Helaena's bugs which she named ever so carefully) except he didn't have the pleasure of complete blindness to hide the bugs from him.

Then again all he had to do was close his good eye.

-- Walking through the Red Keep:

Another time when you visited the Red Keep, a few moons after your initial visit. You'd told Aemond how you felt about walking through the halls.

You wished to have the opportunity to not feel so useless and to walk on your own.

A few days later you were gifted a cane by the same prince you'd befriended.

Your parents had never allowed for you to have one because they thought that it was very unladylike to use one to move around. When you proposed that they could simply have one craft that looked fit for a lady of your standing they'd adamantly refused. They'd said that it would take too long to craft, be too expensive and that you would 'never use it'.

You knew that it was not the case. They just didn't want to spend money of you who they thought was a lost cause when it came to betrothals and weddings.

Aemond had done exactly what they refused to do for you despite only knowing you at the time for around five moons. He knew that you were a good person when you comforted him in the gardens, and he too felt what it was like to be unimportant in the eyes of a parent.

His father that is, Aegon often joked about Aemond being Mother's favourite but Aemond was more than smart enough to realise why. It was only because he was actively making an effort to hold the family together. In his mother's eyes, she needed Aemond to keep Aegon focused so that they could stand against Rhaenyra.

When he'd first gifted it, you spent 15 minutes feeling around the staff and all of its intricacies. You could feel a multitude of jewels, or were they crystals? Aemond was more than happy to tell you about each one.

It was a slim thing which made it far lighter and more appropriate for someone of your standing. Everything was in the colours of your house, including the jewels. It had light carvings of your house sigil as well.

An item fit for a princess, apparently Helaena had also given him ideas about what to be crafted.

You'd given the two of them a strong hug of gratitude in the privacy of Helaena's chambers.

Aemond would stand back a few feet and let you orientate the halls by yourself, something you'd never done before anywhere. It was a bit nerve-racking, and you called out the occasional 'Aemond?' just to make sure he was still there and hadn't left you fully to your own devices.

He always called back 'I'm here.'

He would warn you that you were coming up to a staircase but would otherwise let you try to move around objects by yourself unless you asked for a bit of assistance.

Eventually you began to memorise the halls of the Red Keep all by yourself (somewhat).

You would still walk into the occasional wall when someone distracted Aemond from you as they walked past, but he would always apologise and ask if you were okay. You only ever chuckled it off as your own clumsiness.

Laughing together about how you had a cane now yet still couldn't hold it in front of you.

When you needed to get somewhere quicker you would hold out your hands in his general direction and he would place his elbow between the two so that he could lead you.

He was much gentler and more understanding, you'd come to realise quickly.

--Some random bits:

He would often sit on your right during the lessons that you took with Halaena (she sat on your left). When you wanted to switch string, he would whisper what colour you were holding, and you would ask if it would match the picture you were trying to create (often using one of Helaena's previous pieces as a touch template)

He would give his honest opinion but remind you that it was ultimately your decision, not all great pieces of art came from a mix of similar colours. So, in the end you would end up using them regardless of what he'd said.

He would honestly explain what he was saying when he looked at your own stitching. Even if it was completely off but he would again tell you that you were trying your best so you would only end up improving.

He would always arrive you early to your family dinners in one of the rooms in the Red Keep and takes you to a free seat on the table to make sure that all your cutlery was there before leaving once some servants came in to keep you company before going to the main dinner hall that the royal family ate in.

While the ladies of the court where not exactly pleasant with you, the servants were more so since you were one of the few people in the Red Keep that were genuinely kind to them and thanked them for their service.

Once again, I would love to take requests for HOTD characters and on anything you'd like to see between this Aemond x Blind! Reader. Like please, I really wanna continue this thread XD.

If you wanna get tagged in this particular fanfiction for Aemond just comment it and I'll add you to a list. I forgot to mention that on the first one.

Tag List:

@ateliefloresdaprimavera @daddysfavoritesexkitten

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No but imagine finding zombie!ghost. He obviously is different, doesn't try to attack you, his jaw looks broken. He steps away from you as soon as he realizes you're in the same room. You take pity on him, and you lower the gun pointed on his head. Very contradictory, ending him would probably end his suffering. But there's something in his white dead eyes that shows an ounce of something.

You Cary on your way but remain in the same small town. You see him run around once in a while, fighting other zombies. He's one of the fastest zombies you've seen since the outbreak. It sends chills of terror through your body. Sometimes you catch his eye as you rummage through some leftovers left in the houses. He tilts his head, once he even seems to keep away an undead that got too close.

But that couldn't be true. After all... he's just a corpse... infected by a brain controlling virus.

After two weeks of seeing him, from afar and sometimes way too close, you start to wonder what's so different about him. You lay awake in the bed of an abandoned bedroom after you've secured the house you're in. Until you hear footsteps. Quite ones. Human ones.

You panic and rush to jump on your knife, ready to fight but the door flies open and a large man jumps on you, you kick and fight, stabbing him in the shoulder blade but he pins you down. And you think it's over, that's it. Until a common growl is heard. And suddenly it's him, dragging the man on top of you away. Scratching at his throat while blood gushes out. You want to throw up but you're so shocked you can't look away.

When the man doesn't move anymore, he turns to you, looking at you and tilting his head. You tried to catch your breath. He just saved you. Now you're sure he's different. You crawl to him and he takes a step back. You raise your hands in surrender and you watch him fall to his knees. You scan his attire, a military man obviously. You can't seem to find a name. Until you remember that they have dog tags. You scoot closer, he flinches.

"I just... want to see your dog tags. Do you understand?"

What are you doing? Talking to a zombie who probably doesn't understand you anymore. That simply has a tiny bit of humanity left. Probably not for long. Your hands raise slowly and he doesn't move. Your heart is beating so fast and so loudly in your ears. When your fingers touch his cold neck you shiver, trying to touch a hint of a chain. Until you do. And you slowly retrieve the tags from underneath his vest.

"Lt. Simon 'ghost' Riley." You read. "Simon..." he growls almost annoyed. "Ghost?" You try. He lowers his head.

You don't know if you're in shock or dreaming. You scan his vest, a hint of paper in one of his front pockets intriguing your brain. You point at it.

"Can I see?"

He doesn't make a move so you tempt it. You retrieve it, it's a picture. A squad with four men. Him, obviously and three others. Behind, 'task force 141' is roughly scribbled.

"your team... are they dead?"

No answer. As if he could speak.

"you're... looking for them?" You tempt, frowning slightly.

He growls. Yes. He is. He's kept his humanity for a little while. Because he wants to find his team.

You sigh, putting back the picture in his pocket carefully and his dog tags in his vest. You keep scanning him, looking at his attire his face, the blood and dirt.

"We should get you a little cleaning..." you say mindlessly. He tilts his head.

He saved your life. You owe him. You owe this undead man. Should you help him? After all... you aren't busy with anything else but surviving.

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Cure For Me [zombie!ghost]

stickers and chatter

not expecting the unexpected

trouble

one of us

the nature of an adventure

birds of a feather

light at the end of the tunnel

hope comes in limited supply

beginning of the end

reset

till the sun shines again

banner by @cafekitsune [Main Masterlist]

no taglists.

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sacrifice!reader virginity loss with war god!Ghost? 🥺 and adjusting to her new life?

size and breeding kink go brrrrr

It may come off as a surprise but it was first adjusting to her new life and then the ritual coupling :( War God!Ghost is many things but he'd never hurt someone innocent, much less the pretty maiden that was sacrficed against her will and left to die by her own village, not to mention that he actually took a fancy to you which is why he decided to keep you around :(

Why he's not coming onto you strong, his advances and courting are pretty obvious if a little awkward due to him never taking a bride and never courting anyone.

You won't ever need to lift a finger; the back chamber of the temple may not be quite as large as the main hall, more like a small hut in size due to it being technically 'symbolic' that the god of war is staying there but no one would ever think that Ghost ACTUALLY stays there from time to time.

You have there anything you could ever want: a large hearth, baskets of fresh fruit and vegetables that never seem to go bad and of course the large stone bed that takes up a good portion of the room covered with layers of hay, skins, warm furs and luxurious blankets so that it will keep the cold away and keep you warm and snug. Of course Ghost will bring you trophies from his beloved hunts; great beasts he slayed in your name, pretty new pelts, the best cuts of meat, silks and dresses, everything your heart ever would want♡

But when it finally comes to the coupling ritual...it's something like out of a myth, you fluster and feel warmth in your chest and tummy that you will be officially wed to a god, Ghost, or Simon how he insists you call him, no less.

The mating would take place in the same great hall you were thrown in that one night a few weeks ago, except now instead of being cold and lifeless, it's lit by the warm glow of candles and hearths and the altar you were once tied to and awaited your death was now covered in many furs to ensure your comfort.

The once silent halls would be filled eith a symphony of your moans and roars of pleasure from Ghost, the furs underneath you stained a little with your maiden blood but there was no one in the world you'd rather give your virginity to than your now-husband♡ The lovemaking would continue through thw whole night with a few moments for rest and with Ghost carefully feeding you fruits and giving you cool water to drink.

Between moans and groans Ghost would make quiet spells that you later found out when you laid back in your bed with your husband in your chamber were spells for fertility, and you couldn't help but whine and nuzzle against the much larger male as he ran his sharp teeth gently over your neck in response, a gentle nuzzle behind your ear and a large, warm palm pressed against your belly♡

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Light On

Simon Riley masterlist

Anthology complete - 2/2/24

Simon has a new neighbor. His new neighbor has a baby.

Simon Riley/female reader Single mom, neighbors fic. Fics are listed in chronological order

Simon discovers something unexpected Simon realizes where you live Simon gives you a hand Simon comes over for dinner Simon eavesdrops Simon spends time in the garden Johnny learns his LT's secret Simon helps you out last minute Simon gets a phone call Simon accompanies you to the park Simon steps in Simon answers the phone in the middle of the night Simon learns something about you You miss your neighbor Simon's choice has consequences Simon tries to make amends Simon has you over for dinner 🎄Simon helps you and Emmaline pick out a tree Simon shares his space Simon shares his bed Simon takes you on a proper date Simon thinks he could die here You tell Simon about your grief 🎄Simon takes his family to a holiday party 🎄Simon has himself a merry little christmas Simon discovers one of your fears Simon comes home from work Simon takes his girls to the aquarium

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Access to deleted fanfiction.

I recently saw a post here on Tumblr that said that when a fanfic gets deleted from Archiveofourown.com or Fanfiction.net (or any other website you can think of) you will never be able to find this again. But let me tell you… this isn’t true.

Nothing ever leaves the web!

I’m going to be using @jbsforever as example. Hope you don’t mind! And if you do just tell me and I’ll delete this post. 

Anyway, jbsforever recently deleted all of her fics on Ao3. This is how her page looks like right now:

As you can see there are only 3 fics available. She had a lot more than that. Luckily for us, she’s putting them on again! (THANK YOU SO MUCH 😘). But there were still 16 fanfictions available that we can’t access through her page anymore.

All you will want to do is open google.com, type in the name of the writer (or the name of the fanfiction if you remember) + the website that their fanfiction was published on.

So for example: jbsforever archive of our own

Now you would have the normal search results appear, like here above ^^.

Normally you would click on the words that are in blue to go to their page. But this will bring you to how the page is currently installed. So we will be working with the words under there, the ones that appear in green. You can see a little arrow pointing downwards at the end of it.

Click on this arrow and a little box with the word “cached” will appear. You will want to click on this. Guess what her page looks like now? 

TADA!!!!! 16 fanfictions and their names for you to enjoy. Unfortunately if you click on one of the stories while on this (rediscovered?) page, you will get an error:

But don’t worry! All you have to do, is take the title of the story you want to read. Go through the exact same process you just did with the author’s name, but just type their name and the title into google now (author + title). And you will have access to their deleted stories!

You will have to google each chapter individually (so type in google: author + title + chapter of choice), but honestly that’s a small price to pay for having access to a goldmine of fanfiction! 

Hope this will come in handy for you! And thank you @jbsforever (ily ♥♥♥).

Have fun reading, everybody!

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Which one is it?

Something short and fluffy for Wednesday because this idea has been stuck in my head for the longest time.

Rating: Teen and up

Ship: Harringroveson

Additional tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Jim "Chief" Hopper, Soft Billy Hargrove, Shovel Talk, Adoption, Secret Relationship, kind of

Summary:

Jim Hopper knows that his son is dating one of his best friends, but he can't for the life of him figure out which one.

And like hell is he just going to ask.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53968051

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i read some stories that like humans just making pack bonds with anything in space and I had an idea.

Just the Yautja coming back home after something and sees reader with a queen xenomorph or just some kind of xenomorph and they are all like "named her beth, don't worry she don't bite" and Yautja is wondering what in the snow white shenanigans is this. Plus I like the mental image of reader being carried around by the xenomorph like how some animals carry Cubs by the back scruff of the neck (but is readers shirt instead) but you don't have to write it if your no comfortable with this just a stupid idea I thought of but have a good day an drink and eat something good today

Note: Okay so I mentioned how Humans Pack Bond With Anything is my favorite trope so thank u so much for this. I hope you have a good day too and be sure to hydrate!!

Not gonna lie, it takes a lot to unnerve a Yautja.

Seeing a Queen Xenomorph carrying you around by the scruff of your shirt like a kitten is a real damn quick way to do it though.

He just. Freezes. There's a Queen, plus around 5 regular Xenos. In his house. Curled around his mate.

Trying to figure out how to wrench you away and carry you onto the ship and onto another planet somewhere without risking a knockout, to-the-death brawl with you in the middle.

Then you call to him. Tell him it's okay, that they won't hurt you??

You, pointing to the Queen: "Her name's Beth. It's cool, she don't bite."

Your Yautja having Hunt Flashbacks: "YES SHE DO"

All the young Xenos probably hiss and spit at him, the poor guy.

Like those little Spicy Feral Kittens.

But somehow you just. Calm them??? You're wandering around with a pack of Kiande Amedha like it's Just Another Tuesday wtf??

He's at least 70% sure he got hit in the noggin coming off the ship and he's just hallucinating.

Seriously he is completely torn on what to do.

Part of me feels like if the clan leader found out he's not only housing a litter of Xenos, but co-habitating with them, he'd be exiled.

Yautja hunt Xenos. Xenos kill Yautja. This seems like a universal constant.

Or at least, it was.

Now the poor guy's in the grip of an existential crisis.

Someone help him.

He wants so badly to kill these critters. It's in his blood, after all. It's pretty much what he was raised to do.

And yeah, one or two of the smaller (and angrier) ones probably go missing over the next month or so.

Listen, he knows you'll hate him, but he really is trying to keep you safe.

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Firefighter!Simon Riley x Reader - Locked Out Pt. 2

Johnny drags you inside the station, ignoring the confused looks he gets from the other men inside. He walks you over to the oldest of them, a man with a beard sporting a hat, and introduces you. 

“This is oor captain, Price,” Johnny says, his arm still over your shoulder. “Cap, bonnie ‘ere lost their keys doon th’ drain. Can we gi’ them a hand?”

“I’m sure Gary could get to them,” Price says, offering a warm smile and his hand to shake, which you do. “You rest here mux.” He turned to the couch where a man with dark, curly hair sat. “Kyle, keep our guest company, we’ll be back.” He pats Johnny on the shoulder and the two leave to find Gary and retrieve your keys. 

Kyle stands from the couch and walks over. He’s handsome, pretty you think. He definitely knows it too as he catches you staring, giving you a smile. “Hungry?” he asks.

---

Simon emerged from the showers, wearing only a pair of sweatpants, his damp towel slung over his broad shoulders as his blond hair was still dripping wet. The station house was quiet. Johnny must still be out walking Riley. 

A quiet laugh broke that silence though. One that made his stony heart skip a beat. Simon made his way towards the common area, finding the one thing he never expected. You. 

Kyle was sitting with one arm on the couch behind you, the other on his leg. You hadn’t noticed Simon yet, too engrossed in Kyle’s story about the time Riley climbed into the open window of a cop car to get into a bag of treats the officer had hidden under his seat.

“So Riley was hanging halfway out this cop’s car, an’ Johnny’s trying to get him out before the cop gets back,” Kyle said. “Turns out, the cop had a bag of treats in the car. Found out when Simon called Riley over. Rascal had the bag hanging out his mouth.” 

The sound of your laugh makes Simon’s heart race and he finds himself jealous of the way your fingers gently scratched behind Riley’s ear as the dog’s head lays in your lap. 

Simon can’t help but stare. He’d always known how pretty you were, but seeing you here in the station.. He only wished he was the one you were sitting with. That he was the one making you laugh so easily. 

“Bonnie! We got yer keys!” Johnny calls, coming up behind Simon. 

Your head whips around, catching a glimpse of Simon as he turns on his heels and retreats deeper into the station. 

---

In his room, Simon’s heart pounds in his chest. He runs a large hand through his blond hair, his mind racing. All he’d wanted these past few months was to know you better, though he’d never been able to bring himself to speak more than a few words to you. Never had he thought he’d see you in the firehouse, much less cozied up on their couch. What were you even doing here? 

A knock on his door brought his answer. Simon quickly pulled on his privacy mask, some part of him hoping it was you. Instead he saw Johnny. 

“Aye, Si, did ye see we git a guest?” Johnny asked with that cheeky grin of his. Ah. That was it. Johnny brought you here. 

“I saw..” Simon said, keeping his voice measured despite his urge to to tear Johnny in half for getting up the nerve to talk to you before he could. 

“Ye never told me tha’ wee thing wis so cuit,” Johnny pressed. “S’already git Kyle wrapped ‘round their wee finger.”

Simon’s dark eyes sharpened. Johnny always knew just how to get under his thick skin. 

“Am sure they’d lek t’ see ye,” Johnny continued. “Looked a might fash when ye stormed off.”

“Didn’t ‘ave m’ mask,” Simon muttered. “Wasn’t expecting them..”

“Aye, ha t’ git Gary t’ rescue their keys,” Johnny explained. His blue eyes briefly looked Simon up and down. “Y’should say ‘ello. Am sure they’d lek t’ see ye.”

Johnny was dense but he wasn’t stupid. He knew Simon could get anyone he wanted, he had the looks to make just about anyone, including Johnny himself, melt. If only Simon had the confidence to actually talk to anyone. 

When Simon didn’t budge, Johnny decided to push further. “Aye wis think’n, LT,” he started. “I might ask ‘em oot fer coffee.” Johnny shrugged as he watched Simon tense. 

Simon shoved past Johnny, making his way to the common area again. Leaving Johnny grinning at his door.

---

“Coffee.”

Simon’s gruff voice startles you. You hadn’t seen him enter the room, much less hear him walk up behind where you were sitting on the couch. 

You blink those pretty eyes up at him. “What?”

“With me.” He doesn’t seem to be asking by his tone, but his eyes are almost pleading. 

“Uh.. sure,” you say, unable to keep the smile from your lips. 

The tension in Simon’s shoulders melted away. If he had a tail, it would be wagging.

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i love Simon in all shapes but there's just something so fucking delicious about him getting fuller because of the way you feed him.

he's not military no more, he's hung that beret up.

no more MRE's and whatever else.

Just home cooked food that'll put a meat on his bones.

He ain't gonna starve no more. Simon comes home to a warm meal that'll fill his belly and he better ask for seconds, otherwise you'll be thinking he didn't like what you made him.

You like the extra pounds he's put on! He's gained happy relationship weight, and you love how his tummy presses into you as he gets between your thighs.

His hard body is turning soft and you love every inch of it.

The way to his heart is through his stomach and even if you make cookies that you messed the recipe up on by adding salt instead of sugar, he's eating it.

Like a good husband should.

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Simon Riley who loves your kisses.

Can’t be anywhere without kissing you, literally. On the street, he’ll ask for one. “Love, can I get a snog, yea?”

And you can’t say no, like ever.

At home, it’s him just asking for kisses.

He’ll come up behind you and wrap his hands around you while you’re doing something and be like— “Hun, can i just kiss you again, yea?” And when you say yes, he just turns you around and locks you between a surface.

But when you pull away, he just asks for another. “Wait, no- come back, luv. Gimme some more?”

It’s pretty hard for him to stop. He just can’t. You have to tell him that you have stuff to do and he just ends up hugging you instead. <3

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Zombie! MW2 w/ a Human Sex Slave

Warnings: 18+, Monster Fucking, Zombie Fucking, Implied Initial Dubious Consent, Stomach Swelling, Cum Inflation, Unprotected Sex, Brief Worry of Infection, Rough MW2, Gentle MW2, Zombie! MW2, Human! Reader, Sex Slave! Reader, Captive/Captor Relationship, Implied Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, Descriptions of Smut, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except You.

Zombie! MW2 who found you scavenging alone one day out in the wasteland, entirely unaware of their presence.

Zombie! MW2 who capture you soon after, not ones to waste time.

You were the first lone human they’d seen in months, and they’d be damned if they were going to let you slip through their fingers.

Zombie! MW2 whose intentions with you are unclear. Until you notice the bulge in their trousers and the purr in their groans as they watch you writhe against the restraints, watch you helplessly struggle against a fate they’ve already decided for you.

Ghost, König and Soap are the roughest with you, often the ones to just tear a your pants off when they’re desperate, filling you not long after.

They’re rarely gentle, instead opting to take you raw and use you for their own ends, slamming their hips into yours until you hear them release a guttural roar, emptying days’ worth of semen inside you.

Your first time with Ghost almost left you feeling like you were about to burst with how backed-up he was, his balls almost bursting and slapping the skin of your backside red and raw with each thrust.

He’d made sure to leave his mark on you, the prominent bulge in your stomach slowly deflating as his semen leaked out of you.

And while Soap and Ghost’s loads are somewhat palatable given how frequently they use you, König almost always leaves you feeling like you’re about to burst.

Given his height, he’s the biggest of all your captors. Not only that, but his cock is thick enough to leave you feeling like you have rocks in your stomach whenever he forces himself into you, his strokes long and pounding, making sure you feel every inch of him.

Price, Gaz and Alejandro are a lot more gentle, understanding that, while you’re human, you’re still fragile.

They’re soft and slow with their thrusts, giving you time to adjust to their size before continuing.

While they can’t talk, they do try to comfort to as best they can.

They’ll stroke your head, press their forehead to your shoulder (only to feel you tense beneath them, anticipating a bite) — anything to try and make you feel less like you’re a sex slave and more like a friend with benefits.

Of course, you worried the first few times they had their way with you that their pumping you full of their seed would infect you, turn you into one of them.

However, after weeks went by, you were still you. No rotting skin, no cannibalistic thoughts, no loss of autonomy.

But, much to your horror, you felt as if they’d infected you with an idea, a feeling.

That being that you enjoyed what they were doing to you, ravaging you, pumping you full of their load until they were satisfied and your stomach was swelling.

And while your sanity tried to reason your way through your acceptance — that you were being held prisoner by literal parasite-infested corpses — your mind, for better or worse, didn’t care.

Not when they were providing for you, bringing you food, clothes, blankets — things you were certain would be nigh impossible to obtain were you roughing it alone in the wastes.

Or, perhaps you were rationalising your willingness to stay here with them, to live as their human sperm bank, reduced to an existence of bending to the will of militant captors whose semen dripped down your thighs, whose hands forced your face into pillows or made you bounce on their cocks while looking at them, giving you a glimpse into their eyes, the people they once perhaps were: whose surprising stamina and strength left you whining, crying and almost begging for more whenever they finished, more often than not forcing orgasms out of you, too, making you push back into them, body willing to take every ounce of their cum and inch of their cocks.

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Can I request a Marko x fem reader with the vampire promptlist 6 + 8 please

6. "So are we talking Dracula, 30 days of night, what we do in the shadows? What kind of vamp are you?"

8. "Why do you care so much whether I turn into a bat or not?"

Thanks for requesting! I hope you like this💜

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When my boyfriend told me that he needed to talk to me, there were many things that came to mind. Maybe he wanted to take me out on a weekend trip, so he would need to know when I'd be free. Or maybe he wanted to talk about taking the next step in our relationship. Or, perhaps, he wanted to tell me that he absolutely despised my cooking and "would you just please stop refusing to go out to eat?" Maybe he wanted to tell me that he didn't like that I felt awkward around his friends. Maybe he wanted to tell me that the amount of clothes I'd borrowed from him had definitely gotten out of hand. Or maybe he wanted to tell me that the amount of stuff I'd just left behind in his room at the cave has become too much... or maybe, I thought as I poured myself some tea, maybe this was it. Maybe he found someone else, someone different, someone-

"Baby, look at me." He turned me, holding my shoulders. I hadn't noticed how my breath had picked up, how I had slowly begun to panic. "I don't know what you're thinking right now, but I can figure that it's something along the lines of a breakup?"

I nodded. "What you want to tell me is good news, then?"

Marko shrugged. "It has nothing to do with you. But let's decide whether it's good or not after I'm done telling you." He took my hand, taking me back to the living room. He looked at me, hesitating before opening his mouth.

"I'm a vampire."

I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I frowned, looking at him. No red eyes, no fangs. He was pale, but so many people were just naturally pale. "You don't look like a vampire..."

"You want proof?"

"Yeah." I nodded, still not truly believing him. My eyes widened as I saw his face morph from the handsome, familiar face I'd fallen in love with, to a different one. His forehead had changed, and his nose was different. His eyes glowed orange, and his teeth were significantly sharper than before.

"So you're a vampire?"

He nodded. I was quiet for a moment, taking a sip of my tea. This was not what I had expected him to tell me, but I didn't think it was all bad. I mean, he told me. He could have also let me know by biting my neck and killing me or something, so for now I assumed we were good.

"So are we talking Dracula, 30 days of night, what we do in the shadows? What kind of vamp are you?"

"A handsome one?" He grinned cheekily, before thinking for a moment. "I think none of them kind of compare? Certain elements sure, but-"

"Should I add Count von Count on that list?"

"Very funny," he looked unimpressed but grinned anyway. "We do burn in sunlight, but don't sleep in coffins. Crucifixes don't do anything, but holy water hurts like hell."

"So, how do you sleep? I thought coffins were the standard?"

"Don't believe the movies. We sleep upside down."

"Like a bat?"

"Yeah."

"Is that why your vamp face looks kind of batlike?"

Marko paused for a moment. "It does?"

"You've never seen it? Oh, wait, do you have a reflection?"

"Not really?"

I pouted slightly. "So you don't even know how hot you are?" I paused for a second. "Scratch that question, you obviously do know. Now for the real important question: do you turn into a bat?"

"Nope."

"Can you fly?"

"Yeah."

I grinned. "Really? That's so cool! Do you fly like a bat or-?"

"I don't know? I just fly?"

"If you sleep upside down, what do you do when you need to pee? I mean, baths just kind of turn right side up and do their thing, but I can't imagine-"

"I didn't need that image burned in my brain!" Marko looked semi horrified. "We don't do that. We just use the bathroom, we're not uncivilised or something."

I nodded. "But you do kill?"

"Obviously."

"And you're certain you don't turn into a bat?"

"Why do you care so much whether I turn into a bat or not?"

"Because, " I put my cup of tea down and looked at him, "I fucking love bats."

"Sorry to disappoint," he said with a small smile.

"And I was just thinking that if you did turn into a bat, I would definitely lovingly carry you in my pocket."

"Is this- is this because when you asked if I would still love you if you were a worm, I said I would hope it happened outside the cave so my pigeons would not get to you?"

I grinned, before laughing. "Maybe?"

"But you're not freaked out that I'm a vampire?"

"Nah, I always knew there was something off. I'm glad it is vampire and not psychopathic serial killer you know."

"I'm not a psychopath, " Marko pulled me closer, letting me kean against him as he turned the telly on, "but technically I am a serial killer."

"Can we keep it on population control?"

"Will that make it easier to accept?"

I nodded, causing him to chuckle. "Whatever you want, love. Now, is there anything you want to watch?"

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Call Of Duty

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle & His Love

Captain John Price

John & his Sweetheart

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Poly141!

A Simple (Mis) Understanding

Can't stop thinking about....

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i can see trapper getting his letters returned during “the late captain pierce” and not knowing what to do or how to deal with his grief and driving up to maine to be with daniel pierce because he knows hawkeye’s dad is all alone in that old house in maine and no parent should have to mourn the loss of a child, let alone completely alone; john finds daniel’s number and calls him and drives up to crabapple cove in a daze and daniel, who’s been waiting for him on the front porch, hugs him immediately, tightly, and says, “thank you for being here, john; it comforts me that you’re the last one i know who got to see him alive”

they drink cheap gin and tell stories about hawkeye and laugh until they cry and cry until they laugh and daniel tells john to stay in hawkeye’s room for the night, before they can go down to the water and say goodbye to hawkeye (to ben) in the morning before john has to head back to boston; he sleeps in hawkeye’s childhood bedroom without hawkeye there, and it’s both comforting and horrible and there’s a hole in john’s heart that he doesn’t think will ever fully heal

three weeks later john gets a frantic call in the middle of the night from daniel pierce; “he’s all right, john,” daniel says, over and over, and john can’t believe he’s hearing him correctly, that the army fucked up, and hawkeye is alive, and safe, and misses him desperately. “our hawkeye, he’s all right. he’s all right.”

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The Dragon and Raven Masterlist

Note: Hello, wonderful people. I created a master list of my series, The Dragon and Raven. Linking the ongoing chapters will make it much easier for you all to follow and keep track of the story. I hope you enjoy it!

Story Summary: After the Battle of BurningMill, Samwell and Davos Blackwood are gone, leaving Davos' twin Benjicot, the new lord of House Blackwood. Queen Rhaenyra and her council decided to show sympathy and gratitude to House Blackwood for their stance on the Black Faction of the War. Crown Princess Aemma, Rhaenyra's oldest daughter and supposedly Ser Leanor's only child, volunteers to fly to Raventree Hall to show the Crown's Respect and Support to House Blackwood and their newly appointed Lord.

Tags: Fluff, Smut, and angst.

Chapter One: Aemma Velayron

Chapter Two: Benjicot Blackwood

Chapter 3: Raventree Hall to Harenhall

Chapter 4: The Duel

Chapter 5: The Dragon Princess and her Raven Lord

Chapter 6: The Wedding

Chapter 7: The Battle of Rook's Rest

Chapter 8: The Cursed Gift

Chapter 9: Seasmoke

Chapter 10: Dragon seeds (New Chapter)