#//FLUFF?? IN /OUR/ HOUSE???

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

"That's it, Sagiso! Yayyyy! Good job!" Kyosuke's voice held excitement as the baby finally figured out how to crawl, blue eyes staring down at his tiny hands in awe, as if he was amazed he could move. It was so adorable. "Come on! Come to Papa!" Kyosuke held his hands out eagerly. Sagiso let out a coo, starting to make his way over towards his parently slowly. However, that all soon changed when a certain cloaked Uchiha came into the childs view. A smile came across Sagiso's face, and immediately changed directions. Kyosuke made a nose of protest, disappointed, but smiled at the cute scene of his son eagerly making his way toward his uncle gurgling and cooing. //twinuchiha

Sasuke's neutral face broke out in the softest smile,,, the native Uchiha dropping to his knees with no hesitation.

"Little wren~..." He called, meeting the tot's bright blue with unreserved charcoal,,. "Come to greet your uncle? You're such a good boy..."

The littlest of Naruto's brood squeaked, clapping his hands together clumsily as he padded over and righted himself with an oversized tilt,,. A palm immediately cradled the back of Sagisō's head,, Sasuke not even thinking about moving on reflex as the toddler made happy grabby hands up to him. "He's so active..." Sasuke marvelled, tilting his head as he glanced at Kyosuke;; "He might be just like Naruto, huh...?"

[ladythornofrivia]

Aemond existing:

Me: no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, you could dracarys me like how you dracarys the Riverlands, or take me as a prize of war and i'd still ride you.

(Decided to make part 2)

[bulletswithribbons]

Loving and fearless

TateLangdonxFem!reader // NSFW

Summary: You find out your boyfriend is a mass murderer. He's worried about what you will think of him but he never knew you weren't a good girl from the very start.

Warnings: Smut (obv), unprotected piv, sex with feelings, implied murder...

Word count: 1.7k

a/n: Ok so sorry I took really long to write a new fic I was working on a Part 2 for my Kai one but then thought of this. Had to write it down to satisfy my pookies since I didn't take so long writing it. Basically why it's short.

𝕱𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖙 ⋆⭒˚.⋆𝜗𝜚

“Are you scared?” He asks. He wasn’t trying to hide it, nor deny it. He just wanted you to accept it as it is. He was no saint, but so weren’t you. No sugarcoating things for this once at least.

You shook your head slowly, “no.” You said, and it wasn’t a lie. At least yet. You weren’t afraid of him, you knew him better than anyone. Or maybe that’s what you chose to believe. You didn’t want to change anything about him or live in a deluded world of your own thinking of him as someone he isn’t. As fucked-up as it sounds, you liked that psychopathic trait of his.

Tate tilts his head partly to the side, daring you to say that thing you were desperate to.

“I doubt it,” he replied, regret somehow dripping from his tone. You knew he didn’t regret shooting up his school nor all the murders he committed, rather of the way you found out. He had already apologized, what else would you need? Him to get on his knees and beg you to forgive him? He would gladly do that.

“I want you to embrace it,” you finally said, the thought lingering in your head for a while now. You just didn’t know how to express it without sounding like a weirdo. 

“Embrace it?” He repeats after you, confused, a hint of surprise in his voice.

You nod.

“You killed them. There’s nothing you can do about it anymore. You’re troubled Tate. Stop hiding that side and accept it as a part of you. You can’t run away from your past and you being trapped here actually proves my point.” Your tone was comforting, all loving. You were one of the very few –the only one– that actually cared about him in a non-twisted way. He wasn’t ready to lose that. He would never be.

“But would you accept it as a part of me? You want me to go around killing people and then come back to you so you can clean the blood of others from my own hands?” He asks, his voice quavering, a bit shaky and unclear, he was upset and you knew he's on the verge of crying.

And Bingo. There it is. Those poor souls, he doesn’t care about them, but rather what you would think. Nothing matters as long as you’re still there standing by his side. Was it unhealthy? Maybe. But for you it only made your relationship stronger.

“Isn’t that what you would like?” You ask, your hand darting to his face brushing his blonde strands of hair away from his face as you cup his cheek.

A single tear runs down his cheek as he smiles lightly. His dimples looked more adorable than ever. All he ever wanted was to be appreciated. And he is.

The sight of him taking two steps closer to you had your heart speeding up, even though he's your boyfriend you can't help but feel like a silly little girl with a silly little crush. Except it wasn't little, nor silly. His hand grips at your waist as he pulls you to him, getting rid of every inch that separates your bodies. His head tilts slightly before he attacks your face with his lips embracing yours in a hungry lustful open-mouthed kiss.

Your hands quickly find the back of his neck, pulling him even closer and deepening the kiss while his tongue pushes through and fights yours for domination.

He was completely teasing you, or maybe not, maybe he just craved you so bad. His covered erection was tempting your core, begging for release. One of his hands slides down your shirt and cups your boob, squeezing tightly. A soft moan escapes your lips and onto the kiss.

At that time, you thought maybe a somewhat evil spirit took over your boyfriend as he aggressively pinned you against the wall, too impatient to hop on the bed. But you know it was no evil spirit. There was no need to keep on finding why’s to his actions.

He yanks your shorts down to your knees then grips at your thigh lifting it up to his hip, probably to get better access. Meanwhile his other hand unzips his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers freeing his rock hard dick. Yeah now it's confirmed that it was to gain better access. Tate always gets hard easily, that was a fact you knew. Whether it was a silly little cuddle session or you whispering the randomest topics in his ear. It didn’t bother you, you actually loved it. It enthralled you.

Your arms wrap around his neck while his breath fans against your nape. Each passing second your pussy screams for him to fuck the shit out of you even louder.

His digits found their way to your inner thigh, trailing toward your center. Once they reach your clit, his pointer finger runs up and down the thin soaked fabric of your underwear. He taps on the wet spot a few times, teasing you or maybe to later remember how desperate you were for him inside you. “This is my way of thanking you, y/n.” He whispers in your ear, your body shuddering at the sound of his voice, excitement surging through your entire temple. Every second passing by the atmosphere gets even hotter.

You nod, “mhm.”

His finger curls at the edge of your panties pulling it to the side, baring your pussy to him and the arousal glistening within.

Tate leans over you even closer, capturing your soft skin between his teeth sucking in deep; while he uses a hand to line his cock up to your dripping entrance. His tip caresses your sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’m not waiting any longer,” He mutters under his breath to your ear as he pushes himself deeper into your cunt and slams into you. 

Tate has never ever hidden the fact that he craves you desperately. You loved that he would kill for you but hated how you would too.

You let out a loud moan, if he didn’t know you any better he would’ve thought that was a scream for help. Your hand grabs a fistful of his hair. Your moan made him groan quietly. He loved the sound of you squirming beneath him, and even the sound of your voice when you talk about anything no matter what it was. He couldn’t stop himself, of course not since he couldn’t even wait to hear you screaming his name. Your legs curl around his hips as he thrusted in you deeper, moaning uncontrollably as he feels your tight warm wet walls wrapped around his thick length. “My cock.. Is pure love..” He breathes out. Your eyes hardly widen, Tate isn’t used to dirty talking. Not at all. If anything he was actually nice and making sure you’re ok nearly between every two thrusts. Unless he was jealous or upset with you. But mostly that’s it. Your eyes barely stay wide for 2 seconds before they roll to the back of your head once his tip hit a spot in you that made your moans louder than they already were. “Oh fuck, Tate!” You scream, He slides out slightly then back in forcefully. He didn’t recognize mercy, and your pussy wasn’t getting any of that. His cock pounding into you merciless, unsympathetically, inhumanly. All of the above. Abusing that same specific spot of yours. 

His intense tightening in his chest made him hungry for air as he breathed heavily, humping you remorselessly. Your pussy swallowing every inch of him and lubricating like crazy, your own arousal leaking down your pussy and out to your thighs. Such a slut you are for him. Problem is you were shameless about it.

Your grip on his hair tightens, holding on as hard as you can but making sure not to hurt him. You would never. Soft moans are whispered in your ear as he presses his mouth a little harsher against your skin, his fingers tightening on your thighs. His lips trailing kisses up and down your neck, leaving small bites here and there as he slowly makes his way up to your jaw. His hands slide up your thighs and stop at your clit, rubbing it as if his life depends on it, all the while his hips are pounding into you as fast as they can. You arch your back involuntarily immediately once you feel the contact. He groans softly as he feels your arch into his touch, his fingers going inhumanly faster than before. 

Seeing how it is, it wouldn't be long for you until you came.

Shockwaves of pure pleasure began to ripple throughout your body. Legs trembling and eyes rolling back. Your face was bright red and a wheezing sound came out of your mouth with every inhale. The perfect combination of his fingers stroking your clit and the fast paced abuse on your cunt was enough to make you see stars. He was chasing his own release and you were begging for yours. You knew you were close.. Real close.. “Tate.. Please.. I’m so fucking close..” You whimper, not knowing what exactly you were begging him for. Tate knows your body well enough to know you were close, he speeds up. Judging by his breathing, you can tell he was getting tired. You let out your moans freely as you feel your orgasm crashing down. A complete mess leaking down your thighs. You can’t hold your back arch anymore but it didn't matter, waves of ecstasy and euphoria taking over your body. Tate wasn't done yet, and although your lips were already burning up, you didn't protest. “Hmph..I love you,” He moaned in between thrusts as they were getting erratic, feeling you cum around his cock was enough for him. But that didn’t stop him from abusing your swollen red cunt until he was fully finished. Tate thrusts into you for a moment longer before you feel his ejaculate drowning your pussy breathing heavily, his release splaying across your walls in ropes. Tears had stained your cheeks.

Tate had you still pinned against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his hips and his hands grabbing your thighs. His now softened dick still in your abused pussy. Why isn’t he pulling out yet? This is the first time he lasted this long. Usually he doesn’t stay so long.

His head was resting on your shoulder, nose burried into your neck. His breathing slowed down steadily and went back to normal.

It felt weirdly comforting.. Him being so close, you didn’t even want him to pull out. Your legs still crossed behind your boyfriend’s back.

“You want me to pull out?” He whispers to you lovingly as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face and tugs it behind your ear.

“No, let’s stay this way for a while..” Your arms wrap around his neck, hugging him close. You can feel him nodding.

[phantom-0-writer]

*standing menacingly at the door* i made u something

anyways lol. i had a lot of school work and was really busy freaking out and stress studying for a singular test that was 4 questions and would be over in like an hour and then i proceeded to cry about it in my car for various reasons.

but yk what that means!

time for our irregular and unscheduled update of

Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program

this episode featuring a fan favorite: Duke Thomas (aka The Signal - but thats kind of irrelevant for this)

you were supposed to read that like it was from a '90s sitcom and the off screen crowd cheers rly loudly.

some house keeping updates: this scene happens in the beginning of the school year (going by the american system should be september) danny meets damian (and upsurges tim on the same day) around midterm which is around october and then the stuff with jason and damian's drawing happens around december. i kinda accidentally burned the irl timeline for anything dc first scene so now im just gonna do whatever i want.

anyways with out further ado:

table of contents

scene 04: after school activities for normal kids

Duke stood around the corner of the classroom awkwardly, wondering if he had made the right call. Sure the bats and the birds had a plethora of hands on deck any time, but most of them specialized as night time heros. Not to say that they were incompetent or anything, they were some of the most skilled and innovative people Duke had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Sure if anything happened, they could handle it, at least until Duke could slip away and show up as the Signal- Alfred and Bruce had assured him so much. But Duke couldn’t slip the guilt of busying away more of his time to after school activities when he could be patrolling or studying instead, 

But Duke had wanted to do something outside of those things, which was specifically why he had made the difficult decision to join a few clubs and after school activities. He could use a break from being surrounded by people who worked the vigilante life-style just to remember how to be a normal civilian. Let himself take a break from constantly be consumed by one case or another, one disaster or another, not being able to do enough no matter how much he tried or how much time he spent patrolling. 

Duke needed to feel grounded, like his feet were on the ground and he could press the brakes and smell the fragrance of life. Even if the fragrance was a forgotten pile of dog s-

“Alright,” The instructor for their culinary club started with a weird German accent that sounded really fake. “I am Herman. You can call me Chef or Chef Herman or just Chef. I will not bore you all with the boring introductions, and let's head right into the cooking, yes. On this paper here I made the partners for all of you to cook with for the rest of the year. If you have problem with it then quit.” 

This Herman guy seemed like quite the character, and was definitely not helping any of Duke’s previous anxieties. Many of Duke’s clubmates seem to think so too, sending their friends various looks. But no one spoke out, and instead shuffled to the front to look at the singular sheet of paper that would assign them their partners. Duke finally made it to the front and saw that he was paired with a Daniel Fenton at Station 7. 

Crossing his fingers that Daniel had at least only a half-rotten personality, Duke made his way over to station 7. The station was already prepped with an assortment of ingredients and cooking equipment. Duke had already set his stuff down claiming the seat closer to the exit (in case) when a lanky kid comes over, “Uh, your Duke Thomas?” He asks hesitantly looking back at the front counter the partner assignment sheet was. 

It took Duke an awkward second longer to realize that this kid was probably his partner. “Oh yeah I am.” He laughed apologetically, “You must be Daniel.” 

“Danny’s fine.” The boy smiled, absentmindedly brushing his messy black hair out of his face, his glacier blue looking at the equipment. Duke couldn’t help but feel like there was something off about Danny. Not in Gotham’s usual psycho-maniac-out-to-terrorizer-the-city-and-kill-innocent-people kind of off, more in a he’s not in sync with the rest of the world off. While Chef Herman explained the general structure of various types of kitchen and kitchen hierarchy that Duke was already familiar with, Duke tried to get a read on him. 

Weird did not mean threat, after all many of the Justice League- heck even the local Wayne/Batclan were pretty weird- and they (usually) didn’t mean any harm. It wouldn’t be fair of Duke to jump the horse like that. 

Deciding he should try to be friendly with him, Duke leaned over, “Is it just me or is Chef Herman’s accent totally fake?” he whispered. 

“Oh, Ancients,” Anciets? “I thought I was just going insane.” Danny sighed in relief with a small chuckle. There was a moment of silence between the two of them where no one said anything for longer than socially acceptable and Duke debated using his powers to see if he could find a clue or something. That seemed kinda invasive, though. 

When the Chef had started instructions on making today's recipe, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Danny helped Duke measure out the ingredients. “So,” Danny tried again, “What are you in for?” 

“What am I…” Duke repeated confused, 

Danny chuckled awkwardly, “Like why you joined the club.” 

Duke seriously needed to get his head in the present; this was getting embarrassing. “Oh.” He nodded in understanding, “I’ve always liked cooking,” Duke shrugged, “When I was little my parents and I would always cook together, and it was always one of my favorite things to do. And I’ve kinda always liked it, but I fell off of it for a while with school and stuff,” emphasis on the stuff “I thought joining a club could help me get back into it and get away from… everything.” That was a little more candid than Duke had planned on being with someone he had met quite literally a few minutes ago, but it felt good to have that out of his chest. The pleasant memories of his parents swimming in his mind. Mixing the dry ingredients, “Sorry that was kind of a lot.” Duke laughed genuinely this time. 

“Dude, no it’s actually so cool that you like to cook.” Danny said admiration was easy on his face, and Duke couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. 

“What about you, then?” 

“Ugh,” He groaned jokingly, “You can’t seriously be asking for my lame ass reason after you pulled out the flashbacks.” Danny whined, letting the oven preheat like Chef told them to. 

“C’mon, it’s only fair.” Duke played along, already ahead of the other groups. 

Danny sighed, “Promise you won’t laugh.” 

“Okay, it can’t be that bad.” Duke could already feel the smile cracking on his face. 

“It is.” Danny drawlled, “So I live in the dorms right, and I got to pull some strings and room with one of my friends from back home this year. And well, let’s just say my family has a bit of a reputation for causing problems, and the kitchen definitely wasn’t an exception. One time my dad tried to make some soup for my mom because she got sick.” Duke nodded approvingly, that was a sweet gesture, “It was all fun and games until the bomb squad had to show up and long story short we had to move.” 

“You’re joking.” Duke gaped at the bizarre story, but at Danny’s solemn expression, Duke couldn’t help but be appalled, “A bomb squad over soup.”

“My parents were never really heavy on lab safety,” Danny added, as if that explained everything, “But I burn one pot of water and maybe make a few extra-crispy eggs, and suddenly its all ‘Danny you’re not allowed in the kitchen unless you start taking actual classes’ and ‘Danny that's a biohazard’.” 

“You burned a pot of water.” Duke echoed, Danny nodded innocently, “Water doesn’t burn.”

“Well, maybe you’re just not trying hard enough.” Danny sneered, trying to crack an egg on the corner of the bowl only for all the shell to fall in the bowl and the yolk on the counter. 

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s true.” Duke said, taking the bowl from him and expertly cracking an egg single handedly. Danny looked on in awe. “You said you live in the dorms?” Duke asked easily. 

“Oh yeah, all of the non-local scholarship kids have to.” 

Before Duke could respond, a girl from the station in front of them whips her head around, “You said you’re here on a scholarship?” She asked almost oppressively. 

Danny just as taken aback as Duke felt, “Uh, yeah.” 

“Me, too. Have you heard anything about the Mentorship Program here? Apparently we all have to join.” The girl’s partner was looking between Duke and Danny confused, but returned to their cooking uninterested. 

“Oh, yeah. They make us all join.” Danny nodded. 

“I heard from some of the older kids, that no one actually gets picked for that. It’s just like a weird formality thing.” The girl spoke animatedly, “What department are you in?” 

“Applied physics and engineering design.” The oven beeps that it was ready but no one moved. 

The girl seemed to deflate that answer, “Oh, I’m doing culinary science.” And with that solid conclusionary statement, she turned around and got back to her work station. 

Danny blinked, processing what just happened and slowly turning to look at Duke for proof that just happened. But the second the both of them met each other’s eyes, they burst into a fit of silent laughter. 

Bent vunuralably over the table, trying to catch their breath, they were accosted by Chef Hermon. “The two of you are having a comedy club, not a cooking club.” Chef crossed his arms at the edge of the table. Duke was pretty sure he was trying to sold them, but the fake accent was making it hard to tell. 

Danny cleared his throat and striated up, “Sorry, Sir.” He apologized quickly. 

“Chef.” Hermon peered at them, his hat looking comically large and lopsided on his head now that Duke was getting a closer look. 

“Sorry, Chef.” Duke amended, trying to keep his cool. 

“Yes, finish cooking your cookies.” He nodded satisfied, leaving their station. 

“Okay so,” Duke tried to recount what the last thing they did was, but one look at Danny trying desperately to hold in his laugh had ruined all of Duke’s efforts as well. Barely managing to get their cookies in the oven, over Chef’s fake german accent and floppy oversized chef’s hat. 

“So scholarship for applied physics and engineering design, huh.” Duke recounted from earlier, impressed. 

“Yeah…” Danny trailed off embarrassed, “It sounds kinda snotty.” 

“Dude. That’s literally one of the hardest departments to get into, and the scholarship is no sneeze either. There’s no doubt you worked your butt off to get that.” Duke assured Danny as they sat in their stools waiting for the cookies to finish. 

“Thanks,” Danny smiled sheepishly. They sat in a much more comfortable silence now before Danny spoke again, “What grade are you in by the way?” 

“I’m in 10th. General studies for now, but I was thinking of doing medicine. You?” 

“I could totally see you as a hot-shot doctor.” Danny nodded approvingly, “11th. Technically, I’m your upperclassman then.” 

“Technically?” Duke asked.

“I mean, how old are you?” 

“15.” Duke supplied confused. 

“Me too. I skipped a grade in elementary school, so we’re actually the same age.” Danny explained, sheepishly. 

“Dude, you're actually way smart.” Duke gaped in awe. 

“Hey medicine isn’t a day walk either.” Danny nudged his arm playfully, “I’m glad the mentorship thing is just for show, though. Now that we’re upperclassmen, y’know. I would not want my hands full with some random rich kid.” 

Duke laughed, “Yeah, that definitely sounds like a lot of work.” 

Easily unfolding the conversation into various topics and interests Duke found that he didn’t mind that the cookies were burnt. Or that Danny was definitely weird. But in a good way. Duke was glad they met and would get to hang out and cook with their weird not-German Chef every week. And if Danny and Duke exchanged numbers and planned to hangout outside of club activities, then well who was going to stop them.

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku Season: Fall/Halloween 2023

AO3 Fic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked are mine!

Check ratings & tags!

Art credit to @silverynightart (was given permission)!

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But it had nothing on Deku in Autumn.

- or -

Katsuki is a premium Deku simp, especially in Autumn. Watch him simp his way into Deku's heart!

{One Shot}

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Deku catches him being soft. Heart eyes ensue.

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{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

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Summary: Part of their third year grade involves community activity and this month that means taking kids to a pumpkin patch. Bakugou is...well, himself. Izuku knows how to handle it.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

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Summary: “What are you doing?” Izuku spots an additional untouched pumpkin on the side of the counter that seemingly hasn’t been cut open and disemboweled yet.

“The hell does it look like?” He pulls out another handful of pumpkin guts, dropping them unceremoniously into the bowl next to him.

“Um. I know, but why?”

Kacchan looks at him like he sprouted a second head. “So we can carve them, dumbass, why the fuck do you think?”

{One Shot}

Rated - General Audiences

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Summary: “Dumbass fraidy-cat,” he mumbles, flicking Izuku’s forehead.

Izuku pouts at him, but a moment later it turns into an expression of confusion when he sees Kacchan blushing again. He’s about to ask what’s wrong, when he feels something flex underneath his hands, and… oh.

Apparently the thing he happened to grab onto was Kacchan’s arm.

{One Shot}

Rated - General Audiences

First times by kide_writes

Summary: “You came! What are you, dudes?” Sero grinned widely at them.

“Boyfriends,” Katsuki answered, deadpan.

“What? I mean your costumes! What are you?”

Izuku and Sero tried not to laugh too hard while Katsuki barked how people should form their questions better.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Simply Earresistable by Fawn_Eyed_Girl, kalcia

Summary: For years, Katsuki has been telling Izuku that he will only wear a Halloween costume if it's badass, and this year, Izuku thinks he's found the right one. But what will Katsuki think when he finally sees it?

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Mature

Pumpkin Cupcakes and Detergent by just_a_reader_of_things

Summary: Bakugo Katsuki finally works up the courage to ask out Izuku Midoriya after a boost of confidence from his best friends. Will he accept, or will he have to do what he can to salvage their friendship?

{One Shot}

Rated- Teen & Up

Kacchan, Save Me! by just_a_reader_of_things

Summary: Bakugo makes Midoriya take a ride through a haunted house, knowing he gets scared and jumps into Bakugo's lap every time. Why would he do that?

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

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Summary: Katsuki meets a cute boy in a cemetery...but is he really what he seems?

{One Shot}

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Summary: He snatched the pumpkin up and quickly shoved it under his shirt. The cold rind on his stomach sent a shiver down his spine, but he was determined to power through. He ran a hand along his belly, feeling the bumpy rind through his shirt. It felt foreign, nothing at all like the soft, smooth skin of his abdomen. Still, when he looked down, he couldn't help but imagine his future. In several months, his own belly would be just as massive. He couldn't wait.

Katsuki tried his best to make his pregnancy announcement cute and unique. But his husband's obliviousness just had to get in the way. Fucking typical.

{One Shot}

Rated- Teen & Up

Halloween`s Last nights by hungry_kitten

Summary: A week before Halloween ends, 3A hold a Bravery test amongst themselves and Bakugo is the winner. He gets separated from them last minute before having a spooky, horrifying encounter with some sort of an entity. Puzzled yet trying to hold his shit together, he brushes it off, but the very next day, he realizes what happened

— — —

or AU where Katsuki meets with Ghost Deku on Halloween

{One Shot}

Rated - n/a

All That Go Bump in the Night by MaliBMillie

Summary: -eku! Deku! Why are you crying!? Piercing red eyes grazed over Izuku in worry, the voice distant and echoey.

“K-Kacchan? Wha-What are you doing here?” Murmurs Izuku in a half dream state.

Y-you can talk to me? Fuck! You are! FINALLY! You’re ready, now! Come home, Stupid Deku! I’ve waited long enough for you!

Izuku jolted upright in his bed. 3:17AM. It’s too damn early to hallucinate old flames, isn’t it? Well…if old flames count as a super cute imaginary friend you made up when you were little. That’s not weird. Right? Right. Still, Izuku felt uneasy.

That dream felt a little too recent and direct…There’s no way Kacchan is real or contacting me. That can’t be possible…

One Shot | Supernatural au

Rated - Mature

[amaiwrites]

te amo, mi batata

It’s Luz’s 15th birthday, and Amity has a special gift for her.

lumity, fluff, aged up characters (by like a year lol), just a cute birthday fic !!

word count: 0.8k | also posted on ao3!

“I know I already got you a gift, but uhh… I have another one.”

Today is Luz’s 15th birthday, and Luz is feeling spoiled, honestly.

“Amity, you didn’t need to do that. I love the gift that you got me!” Luz says as Amity hands her a small purple box, tied with a ribbon. “Really, it’s too much.”

Amity looks at her girlfriend expectantly, urging her to open her gift. “I think you’re going to like this one.” She smiles, and Luz smiles back.

“Well, of course I will.” Luz says, “anything from you is an amazing gift.” Luz begins to open the gift, curious to see what’s inside. Once the ribbon is untied she takes the cover off of the box, placing it next to her on the bed.

Inside of the box is a necklace, a purple charm on it with a yellow sliver. It isn’t just any necklace though, no, this necklace is Amity’s.

“Amity, I… I love it!” Luz squeals as she quickly places the necklace down. She wraps her arms around Amity in a tight hug, burying her face into the girl’s shoulder. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She laughs.

The gift is special. Not only does Luz adore the necklace, exchanging jewelry has a special meaning on the boiling isles. It’s basically a pinky promise to always stick by someone’s side.

Luz hopes Amity is by her side for the rest of her life.

Luz grins as she lifts her face up from Amity’s shoulder, so her head is level with Amity’s. She leans her forehead against her girlfriend’s. “I really do love it. Thank you.” She says, more quietly this time since Amity is right in front of her.

“I’m glad.” As Amity finishes her sentence, Luz’s lips are on hers. Luz’s hand holds Amity’s face, pulling her closer. They both smile into the kiss, and when Amity’s hand gently runs through Luz’s hair, Luz feels… calm.

All too soon Luz pulls away from the kiss, once again resting her forehead where it was before. “Amity, I…” She takes Amity’s hand in hers while she continues speaking, “I’m so happy when I’m with you. You’re the best girlfriend and I hope we’re together for a long time.”

“Really?” Amity has a shocked look on her face, but also a warm smile.

“Really. Te amo, mi batata.”

As soon as Luz says it, her eyes go wide and her face is pink.

Oh my titan.

I can’t believe that I just said that, that I just said I love you to Amity, I’m such an idiot! What if she doesn’t like me saying it, or what if-

“Luz?” Amity questions, “What does that mean? I got the sweet potato part, but… te amo?”

Oh.

Luz is sure her face is red by now. Deep red. Tomato red.

“I- I can’t believe I just… wow. Well.” She takes in a deep breath, bracing herself for her girlfriend’s reaction. She kinda has to tell her what she said now. “I said that I love you. ‘I love you, my sweet potato.’”

Amity blinks at Luz for a second, processing what she just said. After realizing that 1. She’s not breathing and 2. Luz is waiting for a response, Amity also takes a deep breath. “You said… that you love me?”

Luz nods her head, hesitant to look her girlfriend in the eyes. “If you don’t want to say it back that’s totally fine-“

“No, Luz, I love you too.” Amity blushes slightly, with a huge grin on her face. “I love you. I love you, Luz.”

Luz sighs of relief and hides her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I finally said it.” She peeks out from between her fingers at Amity, then brings her hands down to her lap again. “I think I’m gonna say that a lot now.”

Amity takes her girlfriend’s hand up to her face and plants a soft kiss on it. “Te… amo? Was that it? Te amo, Luz.”

“Mhm, yeah! That’s it,” Luz says excitedly, “te amo.”

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Amity grabs the box with Luz’s gift in it, holding up the necklace for Luz to see. “I could help you put it on?”

“Sure.” Luz says, lifting her hair up so her neck is exposed. Amity unhooks the clasp, puts the necklace around Luz’s neck, and closes the clasp again.

“There. It looks good on you.”

Luz looks down at her chest, admiring the necklace. “It’s… perfect.”

The necklace really was perfect. Luz couldn’t think of a better gift, or a better way to spend her birthday than with the girl she loves.

this is an older fanfic of mine but i thought i’d post it on here :) i hope you enjoyedddd 💕

[acanadianmuggle]

Oneshot - 10k - complete - rated M

Malfoy Manor has decided that the heir should be wed.

Cue a line of possible suitors taken to the Manor quite against their will, an unspeakable visitor and a quite ingenious solution to all of Draco's problems.

[fe-fictions]

Please sir do you have any more saizo or Claude laying around

(I have a metric f*ck ton of Claude lying around WAITING to be put back on the blog!! Here's Byleth confronting him about his real name)

 “Khalid.”

You had said it so quietly, and so hesitantly, Claude wasn’t entirely positive you had said it. But he had frozen in his tracks, halfway out the bedroom door to go do some sparring, when the word slipped from your tongue.

Slowly, he turned around, looking back at you with an almost unreadable expression. But if you didn’t know any better… you’d think he was surprised. Almost scared.

“Come again?” He certainly sounded as though he’d been caught off-guard. You tilted your head.

“That’s your name, isn’t it?”

So he had heard correctly.

Claude shook his head and shut the doors again, setting his bow to the side. 

“It was, a long, long time ago. But it’s been so long since I’ve gone by that name, I just… don’t think about it too much.”

“When were you going to tell your wife you had another name?” You questioned him, lips pursed as you observed the man who was very slowly making his way to you.

Claude shrugged, scratching at his cheek. “Whenever it was relevant, assuming it ever came up.”

“But you didn’t plan on telling me?” You quirked an eyebrow, and he looked more embarrassed than before.

“Well, it’s not like it was high priority.”

“I suppose not, but… learning you have another name from Balthus, of all people…”

“Balthus.” Claude swore under his breath. “He swore he wouldn’t say anything. How’d you get it out of him?”

“He was being himself, teasing me about knowing something I didn’t, and then he let it slip while he was trying to hold the information over my head. He is capable, but he doesn’t always have the most bright moments.”

“No, he does not.” Claude sighed, sinking down on the bed across from your recliner. You crossed your legs, refusing to let him escape you so easily.

Claude, sensing this, decided against his better judgment to question your rigidity.

“You wouldn’t happen to be upset about it, would you?”

“I might be.”

“Don’t be upset.”

“Since the day we met, I haven’t hidden anything from you. And when questions were asked, I would tell you. Especially not now that we’re married. There shouldn’t be a need for you to hide things like this from me… I’m supposed to be someone you trust.”

“And I do, dearheart, I promise, I trust you more than anyone else in the world. But this is just…”

“A secret worth hiding from your wife?” You tilted your head the other way, clearly unconvinced. 

Claude glanced away, biting his lip as he tried to think of the best way to explain it to you.

“Look, By, it’s… not so much that I didn’t want to tell you that… I was trying real hard to forget. My identity… my former name would get me into trouble, especially when folks who weren’t fond of the Almyrans found out that my name was, well… extremely Almyran. People can be cruel, and they were.”

You relaxed some at his words. That made sense. Claude was a man of many secrets, but he wasn’t one to deliberately hide many things from you. If he wanted to tell you something, he usually did.

The reasoning behind not telling you this crucial detail of his identity was jarring, to say the least, but considering the persecution he spoke of, you could start to see why he wasn’t shouting it from the rooftops.

“Things are better, but it made sense to keep my new name. ‘Claude’ has been my name for ages- I can’t remember the last time someone called me ‘Khalid’. At least, not someone who didn’t already know it. And most of the people who did aren’t alive, anymore.”

“I see.” You hummed, watching your husband slide from the bed and finish his journey to your side. You shifted over some so that he could lie down beside you, his head falling contentedly into your lap. Your hand found his hair, smiling down at the man who seemed to happy just being near you. “Then, I’m sorry for doubting you. I just didn’t understand.”

“It’s all right. If I found out your name wasn’t Byleth, I’d be a bit suspicious, as well.”

“So what should I call you?”

“’Love’, ‘darling’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘baby’… all of those work jus-”

“Not what I meant.” You pinched his cheek, annoyed by his playful shift.

He chuckled. “Ouch.”

‘Would you prefer I call you by your name, Khalid? Or do you want to remain Claude?”

“That’s a very difficult question.” He sighed, leaning his head back into your lap and peering up at you. His hand found yours, lazily swinging it back and forth in the warm spring air. “Whichever one you prefer.”

“But this is about-”

“It’s just a name.” Claude interrupted you, “I’ll answer to anything you call me- whatever you think suits me best. I’ll always be yours, after all… it doesn’t matter what you call me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You beamed softly at him, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Khalid.”

There was no hiding the bright, broad smile that crossed his lips, and he gently pulled you down to give you a real, searing kiss. 

You would never forget how happy he looked.

[edelweiss-buttons]

i am so incredibly ready for all the tender as hell looks and glances that ed and stede are gonna share at the wedding

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

🐇 (Charles gave Ferd a cute, brown teddy bear.)

"It's cute!!" Ferd beamed at Charles,, squeezing it to his chest. "Thank you, Charles!" He pecked the blond's cheek lightning-fast,, a soft touch like the flap of a blue morpho's wings before pulling back before his friend could process entirely. "I should get you something in return soon!!!"

[ladythornofrivia]

Lady with Teal Eyes || Aemond x Aunt!Hightower Reader (Part Two)

word count:

author’s note: writing more chapters of a sad dragon family series. I’ll be on a Norwegian cruise line for Italy and Greece for 2 weeks. I’m gonna be seasick, I already know it. So I’ll be writing this series before I leave. Please enjoy and have a good day.

warnings: incest, cockwarming, teasing, sucking, p in v, rough play, flirting, wholesome moment, jealous aemond, possessive, roughness, mild manhandling, mild degradation, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex, second hand embarrassment, dark content, mentions of su*cide, Aemond being too touchy with his aunt, degradation, humiliation.

summary: Aemond meets his aunt for the first time, and there’s more than meets the eye. (there will be three parts).

The preparations for the celebration of King Viserys has reached closer whilst you accompanied Alicent into the corridor, corridor after corridor of a long tour within the Red Keep. Servants bowed as you all passed. Cold bows and cold eyes lingered, despite their bare minimums of smiling graciously at your direction, as Alicent presented the halls with lavish decor. However, mostly it was green and gold. But others blended it with black and red.

As always, you’re marveled by the exquisite lace and embroidered patterns and a clear structure of its final design of artwork is invigorating. The stitching is what you’re most impressed of.

As all Targaryens and Hightowers strolling, Alicent parted ways with her children, unbeknownst to you, the one-eyed prince had his hands behind his back, violet shade of eye looming over your new gown designed by the seamstress, all soft-shaded periwinkle, strapped with gold embroidery and green and red, streaks of iridescent shun upon sunlight, your manes healthy and glowing, maintained through and through.

You knew he was watching. With his precious one violet eye gleaming at the back of your head, your body shivered in an alien sensation. As for Aemond, a dragon’s hunger is anything but stable or sane. A dragon’s hunger is like a breath of wild fire casted to the torch of the wondrous nature and life itself. The fire eats and leaves the bones of ash, dwindling in midair.

Aegon I altered the history and thus, House Targaryen must stand with unity and strength and blood.

Still parted aways after an idle chat, for Alicent to task with decorations, as her children were long gone, back into your large chambers, you were unpacking your materials for the completion on a quilt, a quilt with colorful dragons and mermaids and ships, various shades of sews and needles unpacked, as the back of your neck tingled with goosebumps as you felt a hot breath stroking.

Before you turned around, large and slender hands travelled over your clothed waist, nearly close to your chest above. A writhe of hot tingle rushing in your coils and chest. A quiet breath strained, lax down to a low hiss, a hiss nearly tickling your skin. No servants were around, no Alicent or Gwayne.

Aemond, a one-eyed prince has lurked and captured you. A princess sent by a Maiden herself. The fiery dragon must seize the princess.

You thought he has gone back to training yard with Ser Criston, as Alicent mentioned once at the entryway within a prolonged conversation.

“Aemond—”

His face inched close to yours, his supple and pretty lips touched your cheeks, trailed down to your jawline, whilst his left hand grasp your face to stay still. The pool between your legs gradually strengthened its warmth and slick, easily for the prince to prance and insert into your tight hole. Under the layers of silk dress, Aemond bunched the layered fabrics to your waist.

You never had a noble taken an interest in you. The only that interests them is the brightness of your teal eyes.

A mesmerizing glow of your hues has yanked his curiosities. His mother never mentioned him about you—not even once in a dubious talk.

Better late than never.

With his hand, fingers strapped, and his trimmed nails clutched the fabric of your corset, the laces loosener it in smooth motion, loosening around your frame, breasts ached as his hand—his cold hand—brushed and pinched your nipple while his other hand found his way your thigh, grasped as Aemond’s tongue flicked and his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your clit.

A moan escaped, your mouth shielded, you face drowned in flush, as Aemond’s heart leapt in satisfaction. Humming, he stood up and inserted his fingers into your cunt, thrusting the fingers in with doubled speed as your moans grew louder, but restrained the pleasure into your chest, holding it. The walls in the Red Keep are dire; servants and nobles and guards walked passed and patrolled through wall and doors. Even the highest nobles strolled by.

“Fuck,” is all he said, as if it was a prayer. “Your cunt might be as Holy as the Maiden herself.”

His lips sucked your swollen tit.

“My prince,” you cried softly. “Please. The guards, my brother and sister will see us.”

“I do not care of their pious thoughts.”

“I’m your aunt, my pri—”

“Don’t fight it, my sweet,” he said, giving a sensual flick on his warm tongue to your swollen flesh, “I might give you a reason to have bruise on you, ones that they’ll never find on your skin.” His hands grasped your waist, trailing with soft strokes. “You’re humiliated. Maybe there’s more than meets the eye.”

Based on his words, you never thought you found it attractive, considering the soft spoken voice, hoarse with arousal.

“Don’t fight it. If you fight against this, this subtle encounter between us, you’ll never forgive yourself,” he whispered, his wet lips brushed yours. “If you have been, you would shoved me away. Would you like that, princess? Shoving me away?”

His voice ragged dampened your cunt and clit twitched at his sound.

“Seems you enjoy it. You’re a good princess. But alas,” he pulled himself afar, the warmth on your body began to turn a chill.

“I shall see you at the feast. Enjoy your stay.” His neck went for a stiff bow, but his eye glued with plea for your consideration of his statement, whether you accept his offer or not, and departed your apartment—a once organized structure is now filled with clutter and oozing sex and the arousal groans you shared has imprinted in your head, you find yourself still with embarrassment.

In a way, a blessing in disguise when no one, not even Gwayne, saw or heard your affairs with a young dragon prince.

You have seen the arrival of Rhaenyra and Daemon and the children, you had a short introduction to all Black faction.

The dinner celebration for Viserys’s nameday celebration has been all but cumbersome. You felt a subtle hostility, but to due your presence, it has lessened but somewhat guarding up—all due to pettiness.

As you, making a progression with your father, it was all but cold distance even you and Otto were near. Not once he looked at you with adoration like he shared his adoration with Princess Helaena, showing her teal beetle. The Green children are all strained; Aegon had his fair share of capable stupidity to throw down a nasty comment of his cousins and nephews.

Daeron was disappointed with Aegon’s perversions, but Daeron veered at you with a kind smile and made a polite conversation with you. Once again, Otto did not acknowledged of your accomplishments. You felt sick in the stomach, and it’s not your bright gold and yellow dress you have finished making. Tears behind your eyes was arising, and your throat budged with hot and parched sting.

Aemond clenched his fist, for his anger was directed at his grandsire for not noticing you. That damnable old fool—if only Otto sees how your talents. When Viserys disregarded Aemond, even his siblings, he wanted nothing more than to see him dead. But alas, with your existence, it’s almost as if Viserys’s existence just naturally died out.

You pardoned yourself, and Alicent thereby dismissed you, you bowed and left to your chambers, spent the rest of the night weeping, thinking what have you done wrong.

As you exited, the tensed feeling withdrew, and Otto was happy again. And so, without a doubt, Aemond gave a good jab on Otto, which caused a disastrous supper for everyone. The music stopped. As for Aegon and Daemon, they found it amusing while Alicent ordered the guards to escort Aemond way back to his chambers.

For Aegon, this was a win for him. He’s not in trouble for once.

~~~

In dreams, you have never seen your mother, what she appears like or what she sounds like or how her personality was. The only thing that is closest to being a mother to you is the wetnurse or the servants or the Septa who provided you with assistance on your daily appearances and wisdom. Whenever a servant brushes your hair, you often think of what it feels like to have a mother brushing your manes with care and doting manner, a soft voice to soothe your aching heart, where doubts and fears would go away.

In times of sleep, you often thinking of ending your life, just to see your biological mother on the other side. Or perhaps more than just seeing your mother. There are times where you hated your life, and you want nothing more but to end it.

People have often told stories of your mother, though it felt it was a grave mistake. Some say she fled away to Free Cities, some said she ended her life from the highest tower of Oldtown and fell down to the sea. There are rumors where Otto took you because you’re adopted, or perhaps he had a secret, illicit affairs.

The cold feeling rushed in you as your eyes pricked with tears. With somebody telling you stories of your late mother, it brought no peace. Only the enigma of your shadowed doubts and an endurance of chaotic insanity, to question whether your life is real, if you’re real in this world with purpose.

The servants have been kind to you more than the nobles, the more everyone pointed out your flaws and the insignificance of your existence, you lead to believe that you’ll never be loved.

And cried once more. Each night, your tears flooded in pillows and blanket, as you embraced the closest object, pretended that it’s your late mother. An endless of an anguish thought has been a hazard.

Only the echoes of the walls could hear you and the pillows has stained, under your hug squeezed the material as hard, wishing for the pain to go away.

In his awake, he’s a perfect prince, but in his dreams, he’s a beast.

A beast kept within a shell of a noble man.

He has dreamt of your teal eyes basking in his dark dreamland, your voice, how it was yearning so much more. A dark dreamland filled with scornful memories of his nephews and Aegon, and the pink dread. He had kill all of them in his dreams, even the fat pig.

With a scolding from his mother, he couldn’t care less. He wanted your presence to be acknowledged by your father, but how can Otto be so cynically dimwitted and more offensively calculating against you?

When the servants spoke over how you’re not related to Alicent, chances are why Otto was pretending that your presence is nothing more than a useless and meaningless substance of meaning to exist.

Others said that they haven’t seen you gone out from your apartments—and that was recent.

Aemond visited you, presented you with a gift, but the word from you not leaving the apartments has concerned. Thus his mind came up an idea.

You have several servants entering the room with stack of your favorite meals and drink—including lemon cakes and Dornish wine.

One knows someone’s best interest. Whoever did it, your heart is elated. As soon as Aemond came in, you hadn’t known whether he knew something that you don’t. Somehow, his intimidating presence softens your heart, prickled in relief.

For some reason, when Alicent paid you a visit, although shortened, she was concerned of your health, you hadn’t formed a proper conversation; Alicent hasted when the Council has called for her summon, but gave her regards.

Aemond accompanied you for a while in your apartments, and chat whatever discussion came up. Each minute and each hour, the two of you became close, became so close that you or him hadn’t open your hearts, despite what he did to you days ago. With your cunt coiled at his face, his voice and neck, his waist, you find yourself crossing your legs, aroused and squirming beside him. You wondered and imagined of Aemond’s tongue guiding and gliding your soaked cunt. At this moment, you wanted tackle him and suffocate him with your legs wrapped around him, taking in of your nectar.

“I’m glad you are doing well, princess,” Aemond said to you. “For I have been concerned of your well-being. A delicate flower such as you does not deserve the cruelty of my grandsire or anyone in the matter of your visit.”

“He’s always been difficult,” you explained. “No matter how much I’ve improved with my skill, he’ll never sees as his or my sister’s equal.”

“In ways my mother and grandsire are more intolerable. Though I respect my mother, I find myself with bore with my grandsire has to say. If anything, I’m glad your presence has casted a light into the dread.”

In Aemond’s case, however, found you as exquisite as gentle as the blooming flower. His one took a longer glimpse at you and notice the difference—how your eyes glinted in glee while your cheeks adorned with youthful flush and enamored smile. Oh so pure and harmless. He hasn’t seen his mother and his siblings. As for Otto, he hasn’t spoke to him since supper at Viserys’s nameday after sending a jab across the face—out of character for a self-assured prince.

Oh, to ruin you.

“Thank you for the meal, Prince Aemond. You don’t know how much I’m relieved to say this,” you said as you finished the embroidery on your unfinished dress you sewn.

Aemond found your gowns just as otherworldly as you.

Consequences won’t matter; Viserys nor anyone else in the room care for his presence. Perhaps it is a blessing, perhaps it is for the best for you to be settled here in King’s Landing, as long you’re in content, nothing else matters, but if harm does come, he shall smite the immoral act. Aemond is no perfect, but with you, he’d be at his best behavior.

“Then I shall relieve you,” he proclaimed.

You find yourself halted at his declaration and glimpsed at his resolved expression.

Something has stirred in your heart that you wanted more than the civil interactions, wanted more than having someone to converse with you.

Tossing and turning onto your bed was all but a doozy. Dizzy from pivoting and switching positions, you had enough. Dreams had come again. This time it’s Aemond calling out to you, feasting on your wet folds and pumping his lithe and graceful rugged fingers in you. Ever since the day before Viserys’s nameday, with Aemond’s thirst, your legs ached.

For a Hightower, it’s a sin to self-pleasure one’s body—a selfish immoral act.

Somehow you found it odd. If a man does self-pleasure, no court would turn the eye, but a woman does self-pleasure with hasting fingers and naughtiness is considered dire.

Faith of the Seven had their own laws, but you knew that men and women had their fair share of illest secrets. Lucky for you, Alicent and everyone in the Red Keep does not know your impure thoughts. The room became hot, then cold, then all at once, the breath in your lips became ragged and desperate. You wanted someone to hold you, treasure you, seduce with sweet nothings and sweet promises with adore.

For your years of not having a partner, you have begun to fear of not having pleasure. In the heating moment, you thought of what’s like losing your maidenhood to someone with a big cock.

You wanted a cock.

His cock.

Oh, a dragon prince. If Aemond hears your thoughts, you’d run away and never to return Westeros and give yourself a new name and fashion.

Damn the consequences and the punishments from the Lord Hand and the Queen themselves! Damn the Faith of the Seven and their laws!

With your fingers circling your clit, no climax arrived. Thus, you casted your blankets aside with a huff, setting out to see him.

Trudging through the dark halls, the guards were nowhere to be found, assuming the guards went elsewhere. As you made your way to the doors, you approached and entered the chambers where you have found Aemond on his bedside.

Your breath held back, taking in at the sight of Aemond. With his porcelain skin and his long silver-blond hair, it gleamed under moonlight, appearing paler compared to daylight. His eye had an old scar, and his eyepatch was placed elsewhere.

Watching his body rising and falling within breath, you approached him and kissed his back, planted your light kisses, feeling the smooth surface of his skin.

Aemond awoke and turned, found you kissing his back.

“My lady,” he whispered, one eye widened, as you stare at his sapphire. It was beautiful like him.

You placed your finger on his lips.

“Have you come to made a decision?” he asked.

Your lashes fluttered under his gaze. “What do you think, my prince?”

Then your lips collided with his. Aemond was taken aback of your sudden act. Eventually, his consciousness fell; with his lips shared an illicit chaste kiss, his hands uncloaked you, and roamed on your womanly body, caressing you, until you began to undo his trousers, his cock hardened.

“This won’t take long,” you promised, slowly pinning him down onto the pillows, unstrapped yourself naked and sat in between his legs. You didn’t expect for his cock to harden.

Your eyes darted to his, awaiting. And thus, you yanked his trousers downward, unveiling his hardened cock. You eyes widened at the sheer size. Your maidenhood hasn’t been taken yet. Your future prospects of marriage hasn’t arrived, but it feels as the more you wait, the more your chances of marriage dimmed. With your body descended, the maidenhood had met his engorged tip.

Aemond lay still, watching you. His sapphire eye gleamed at its victory.

Your voice moaned aloud; your maidenhood slammed down, his engorged cock tightened on your damped walls. Gradually, the pace on your hips sped. You have never felt anything as good. Prayers in the sept are insatiably helpful compare to the prince’s cock.

You have never felt so alive.

Aemond knew you’re a virgin; your hips bounced all thanks to the guidance of his hands.

He pleasured a woman in the brothel in the Street of Silk at the age of three-and-ten. As a young boy, he regretted making a decision by making himself a fool to go along with Aegon and his shenanigans. He was expecting Viserys to guide him gently into the world, but the Driftmark incident has left Aemond concluded that Viserys, his father, did not spare a single kindness or thought and only spared it Rhaenyra and her sons.

All hope was lost until he saw you—a radiant maiden.

You reached your high, as Aemond clutched your hips, spurring down the hot semen bursting the inner walls—a divine conclusion.

Gasping for air, your legs stood achingly, leaving white traces of his semen dripping down on his balls and thighs. When Aemond tried to assisted you, but instead his face met your open legs and slammed your went against his chiseled face and nose.

Fuck my maidenhood, you thought, desperate, as your hips gyrated, feeling his warm tongue and the sharp line of his nose encouraged your arousing sense to further the climax, as your right hand found its way at the back of Aemond’s hair.

Aemond find himself humming against the warmth of your cunt, mingling with his semen. It was a divination, nothing like the brothel. If only his virginity had taken by you instead of a woman who hasn’t live up to her beauty and standards of gentile and grace. Streets of Flea Bottom aren’t to be trusted. His lips kissed your inner thighs, gliding his tongue, and pumped it in between your walls.

Groaning, almost feral-like, your hips paced, your tits bouncing as your walls grew hot again.

“Relieve me,” you said to the prince, hoarse. A soft squeak caught into his ears.

I shall relieve you, my sweet. Just as I promised, he thought.

Your hips gyrated harder, until the spurring had come close; hot liquid squirted on his face as Aemond’s tongue lapped on your cunt faster than last. Your head threw back with his languid strokes on his warm tongue.

Gods it was a miracle.

He has taken your maidenhead.

“Good boy,” you cooed, your breath rasped, your hand still placed on the back of his long silver-blond hair, gyrating your tired hips against his face.

Both you and Aemond found yourselves in elation.

“Good boy.”

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[haystarlight]

Lost and Found

Author: haystarlight

Fandom: The Owl House (2020)

Pairing: Luz/Amity

Summary:

It was obvious that it was a lost book, as she looked around the bus and none of the other passengers were bothering to claim it so its owner had clearly already gotten off a while ago.

Out of boredom and curiosity, Amity picked it up and opened it to the first page, expecting it to be blank like usual.

To her surprise, the page was not in fact blank. It instead had something handwritten in a shiny purple gel pen:

‘Luz Noceda (555 0100-2368)’

Tldr; Amity finds a lost book in the bus

[boba-beom]

GROCERY SHOPPING WITH GYU / MIDNIGHT CONVENIENCE STORE RUNS WITH EVEN BETTER MIDNIGHT CONVERSATIONS PLS PLS PLS 😭💔

ANONIE YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW OFTEN I THINK ABOUT THIS ☹️❤️

you'd be messaging each other back and forth late at night and he'd just think, why not just talk in person? so he'd leave you on read for a long while lmao and go to your place, standing outside while he looks at the lights through the curtain of your room, and send you another text saying '7/11?' or any supermarket name etc that's open 24 hours.

I can definitely see him walking beside you with is hands in his pockets while you're walking beside him with your sweater paws or he'd even offer to link your arms together to give you some sort of body warmth. as soon as you arrive at the supermarket, he'd just follow you to whichever aisle you make a beeline to.

he'd see you being humble with your selection of snacks and he'd nudge your arm, looking at you with his brow cocked up and say, "are you sure that's all?" he'd shake his head as he grabs some more of your favourite snacks, "here, it's on me. so don't worry, okay?" but in reality we know he just wants some too hehe

no because I LIVE for midnight conversations sm 😫 you would both sit on the curb by the shop, or even walk around the area a little to find a brick wall or a wooden bench to sit on, and as soon as you take your snacks out, you both start talking about the most bizarre things, making each other laugh, sharing snacks between you both. I feel like you'd have interesting conversations with gyu, to the point you'd both be like, "I swear, we need to make a podcast." and convince each other that thousands of people would listen to your unserious conversations.

but when the night starts to turn into dawn, the conversations tend to simmer down and reach a little more into the deep end. and for sure you'd be hesitant to talk about something that you've never told anyone else before, but he would 100% reassure you that he is there for you and what's been said will stay between the both of you. I even see him holding up his pinky finger with a gentle smile on his lips, his eyes waiting for you to hook your pinky onto his and make a promise. why? because he trusts you and he hopes that you trust him too, regardless of whether you're just friends or more than that 🥹

at that time of night, he gives me the definition of calm and comfortable. you just feel at peace, and like it's easier for you to breathe. and if you get colder, he'd either scoot a little closer and invite you to lean into him while he has his arm around you so you continue talking until sunrise. or he'd offer to head back to your house where you're sitting on the sofa sharing a blanket, still talking about everything and anything with the dim, ambient lighting until you no longer need that due to the sun peaking through the blinds :(

I love how common long conversations / late night conversations with gyu is and it's just a universal theme :'>

send me soft / hard beomgyu thoughts <3

[popcorn-plots]

Headcanon that when Stephen wants to deep clean the Sanctum or Kamar-Taj, he'll get together a group of students and turn on his playlist, then blast it while they work.

Everyone sings along with it, Stephen will do a little dance for some songs and Wong just laughs at him and kisses him whenever it's directed to him.

The Santum/Kamar-Taj gets cleaned in record time with music and a bunch of kids.

(it's one of the things he did with his family that he didn't actually hate. It taught him to clean and how to have fun while doing it and he did it all throughout college and as an adult.)

[hannachandlerbooks]

Aemond X Evora Headcanons

This is my first writing post on this blog!

This is a little drabble of how I think Aemond from House of The Dragon meeting my favorite character from my book, Evora, would go.

-He’d be on a walk after a very long day. Perhaps Aegon was being particularly annoying, or perhaps training had hit him harder than he would like to admit. But all he wanted was to be alone with his book- read for a few hours, perhaps watch the sunset. He even felt so daring as to sit on a rock at the river side, gazing into the water. It was clearer than he expected, and all he could think about was how much he had been missing out. He jumped a bit when the water parted, a head of glowing golden hair rising from it, two giant green eyes gazing up at him.

-He didn’t know whether to scream or laugh- and so, he remained silent, staring down at the creature.

-She stared back at him for a long moment, her tail flicking behind her, shining with every color under the sun.

-His heart was pounding in his chest- and for a few moments he found his mind racing back to the thoughts of marriage, of requirements, what would be allowed and what would be forbidden.

-Surely he couldn’t marry a mermaid- that would be frowned upon. Unless, perhaps, she were a mermaid princess. Would such things even apply to the underwater world? He found himself frowning, leanign a bit closer like a scientist inspecting a new specimen.

-”Are you a mermaid?”He finally asked after a long moment, his single eye widening a bit, his mouth pressing into a fine line.

-She stared back at him, a grin pulling at her rosy lips. She was amused- she was almost laughing. At him. He didn’t know if he was hurt, offended or honored. He looked away from her, feeling the blood rise to his face as he grew embarrased.

-”No, of course not,”She responded, gripping the rock, lifting out of the water slowly. Her chest was bare all but for the long pearl necklaces that lined it, her thick golden eige flicking and shining over her skin, sticking to her back and shoulders. It was so alluring- all he wanted was to touch it. And after a moment, he did- immediately drawing his hand back when he felt a stinging sensation, jolting as he saw red lines of pain forming on his pale skin. She giggled, gazing up at him. “I am a sairene, darling. We are not as.... soft as mermaids,”She whispers. Her accent was one that he had never heard, and her teeth were pointy, almost intimidating if her smile was not so sweet. He felt like a rabbit in the claws of a wolf, his heart pounding with the force of thunder, making his skin heat up even more.

-”My apologies,��He whispered after a moment, his lips growing dry as his voice became weak. She hums, nodding quietly. “Accepted,”She responded softly, looking down at his boots, looking at them curiously.

-”These are fancy,”She spoke, touching over the leather, feeling the golden bands- her hand trailing up to his trousers, making his leg kick as he moved away. “What in the seven hells are you doing?”He asked- though he would be a liar if he said that he did not want it to continue.

-”Exploring,”She spoke softly, frowning a little as she reached out again, touching his arm this time, investigating any jewlery he was wearing.

- “What are you exploring?”He asked in return, brows raised. He felt a wave of discomfort, bit also a hint of something else burning in his chest.

- “You,”She said simply, touching along his hand. Hers were colder, and a bit paler, though her touch was gentle and free of malice. He cleared his throat, nodding reluctantly as his mind wandered, sweeping up every bit of confidence that he could find. “May I.... explore you as well?”He asked reluctantly, making her hum. She quietly rose onto the rock, her scales shimmering in a stunning, yet almost blinding manner. Her hips were wide, and her stomach was large and soft, her golden hair thick and split at the end, almost as if they were millions of tiny snakes, moving on their own. 

-He drew in a deep breath, very slowly touching her tail. It was slick beneath his hand, and a bit cold, yet it did not hurt his skin to glide his palm across it, his brows furrowed.

- “What are you.... exactly?”He asks, licking his lips once more, biting upon them anxiously. She groaned, laying on her back, covering her eyes with her hands in an almost bored manner.

- “A sairene,”She repeats quietly, looking up at him, her green eyes shining and unimpressed.

-He chuckled nervously, nodding. “I see,”He spoke, pausing. “But.... you aren’t a mermaid- what is the difference, if I may ask?”He looked at her, waiting for her response.

-She hummed, her fins flicking thoughtfully, running her fingers along her pearl necklaces as she thought about it. “We are more.... animal. We are venomous in our eige, we glow like the stars, can find anything with a song, create portals to any current and dream of the future and the chances...... we can feel everything,”She spoke softly, turning onto her side, looking up at him as she spoke. “Though there are hardly any of us left- and you humans are always mixing us up!”She exclaims, shaking her head a bit as she slips back into the water, making him move forward. He wants more time with her, desperately so.

- “What do you mean, my Lady? Mixing you up.... could you elaborate?”He asks, leaning forward a bit more.

- She sighs softly, leaning back in the water, floating peacefully as the sun paints her skin, making her light up like an angel. “Hmm....... you always think we are nymphs, or witches, or mermaids or sirens,”she hums, her shining fins bouncing with the rivers touch. Aemond nodded softly, his hands trailing along the stone as a smile pulled at his mouth. 

- “What is your name, my sairene?”He asks quietly, looking down at her. She smiles, moving towards him, her face a few inches away.

- “It is whatever you wish,”She spoke, making him sigh as a smile parted her lips, her teeth flashing in the sunlight.

- “Please,”He insisted, his head tilting down a bit more.

- “It is true, sairenes.... we are not defined by a name, only perception,”She responds, her fingers trailing through his hair, feeling the silky strands with her groove- covered fingers.

- “What does your mother call you?”He asks quietly, leaning into her touch, wanting to feel her hands along his skin.

- “You are boring,”She says softly, smiling a bit as she watches him.

- “Perhaps,”He nods reluctantly, letting out a small laugh. “But I do insist,”He said softly, his eye trailing down her face. 

- “Evora, Eve... Evore. Whatever you wish.”She spoke, moving away from him, more into the rivers embrace.

- “Will I see you again, Eve?”He asks softly, his body curving towards the water. It takes everything in his power to not jump in with her, to not swim away and forget his duties, his sufferings, forever locked in her embrace. His fingers squeeze the rough stone, trying his best to remind himself of his terrestrial life.

- “No,”She says, grinning as she slips beneath the rivers surface, her wide fin carrying her away, forever out of his reach, leaving his heart to race with every rainbow he sees, and his mother to worry why her son seems to visit the river so much.

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[acanadianmuggle]

Rated G - 2800 words - oneshot

A house on the edge as its girl leaves and boy visits.