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latenightdaydreams · 5 months

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Can you write about Viking!Konig who's the leader of his clan. One time he raids a random village and meets fem!reader, who's beautiful with her hazel eyes and round breasts. Then he takes her as his wife!!!!! Ahhhhh I'm crazy about this. I'm sorry for asking too much 😭😭😭 BTW thank you for accepting my previous request ❤❤❤ love ya so muchhhhh

König is 100000% a boobie man and I will die on that hill😮‍💨 lmao, I LOVE this!!!! Don't ever feel bad for requesting. I'm having a bit of a writers block and this story helped me find my flow again🩷. I hope you're well and taking care of yourself🥰🥰

Viking!König x Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

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>cw: fem/afab, violence, naughty thoughts

1.0k word count

Part 2 Part 3

You wake up from your slumber hearing the screams from your neighbors in the small village you live in. You rush past your family who is now also scrambling to their feet, your husband rushing to gather himself as your children panic. You open your door slightly to see rooftops on fire and dead bodies lying in the roads.

Quickly, you close the door and turn to your husband with wide eyes, “Callum, it’s Vikings…” Your voice shakes with fear. You’ve heard stories from other villages about their attacks, leaving nothing but death and sorrow in their paths.

“We have to run, grab the children!” Callum whispers loudly as you stand there feeling overwhelmed with emotions. Everyone always assumed this village would be safe, untouchable, but this proved them all wrong.

Rushing to your children, you quickly squat down, “We are going to have to run, as fast as you can, okay?”

The children nod their heads crying, your oldest trying to be brave for you. Just then you all jump as the door is flung open. Screaming, you turn to see three big men and an equally large woman enter your home. An even bigger man, ducks to enter your home. Your eyes go wide seeing him, you’ve heard of the giant Viking man, but you assumed he was more of a myth to instill fear in people.

Using your body to shield your children as you step in front of them, you look to your husband. Callum seems to be frozen in fear, unable to even breathe. There’s a moment where no one moves and it’s quiet other than the sounds of your children crying.

The large man has a mask covering his face, his pale blue eyes are the only part of his face that is visible in the low light in the home. He has an aura about him that could strike fear in any warrior’s heart.

“P-please leave us, we don’t have much.” You speak up, your voice trembling.

The leader turns to two of the other Vikings and speaks to them in a language that you’ve never heard before. They nod and move to my husband, restraining him. He screams and the woman hits him, making you fear for your lives more. You look up wide eyed as the tall man begins to approach you.

König sees the family before him, a man frozen in fear, three children cowering behind their mother, and then their mother… you. A small but brave woman, brave enough to speak up when her husband couldn’t. It makes him impressed, wondering what type of woman could be so bold.

König approaches you with a hungry look in his eyes. His gaze drops down to the way the thin fabric of your nightgown clings to your body. Your breasts are massive and perfectly round, nipples hard and poking through the fabric. König has always loved a woman with large breasts and a little extra. Your breasts looking so perfectly full, his mind begins to wonder if you are still feeding your youngest. Your body is simply perfect for him.

“Name?” König asks in a low voice.

“Leave her alone!” Your husband shouts, trying to protect you. He gets hit by one of the people restraining him.

“I- I’m y/n.” You respond trying to be brave.

The closer he got the more his true size became obvious. The smell of his clothes-stained copper from the blood and his natural musk filled your nostrils. You feel small as he towers over you. His eyes are still wandering your body.

“I’m König.” He says finally.

He feels himself getting lost in your eyes as he takes in the beautiful color. You gaze up at him with the most stunning sage green eyes speckled with golden brown. The most beautiful hazel eyes he has ever seen. Gently he raises a hand to your face and caresses it, leaving a streak of blood behind. Your skin is so soft to his large and rough hand. He can only imagine the rest of you is this soft.

“Is this your husband?” He points to Callum.

“Yes, and these are our children. Please, we are simply farmers. We don’t have much.”

“Hm, I see.” König takes a deep breath and looks down at your breasts again. “Are you still feeding the youngest?”

“Y-yes…” You answer hesitantly wondering what type of question is that.

That is exactly what he wanted to hear. You are not only bold, daring, and beautiful; but also soft, desirable, and can create children for him. This is what he’s been looking for, and he finds you here. Wasting your milk on a weak man’s offspring.

“Perfect, you’ll be coming with me.”

Your jaw drops stunned as you look up at him shaking your head no, “I- I can’t leave my family. My husband-”

“That man? He’s not worthy of you. You deserve more, and I intend on giving it to you. Now please Liebling, don’t fight.”

König steps to you and grabs your arm to pull you away from your children. Your husband begins to yell at König, saying that he can’t do this. He can’t just take you. Your children stand confused, not understanding the whole situation completely while the youngest cries.

“Please, don’t.” You whimper, looking back at your family as he drags you away.

“You’ll be happy with me. You aren’t a farmer's wife, you’re a queen. My queen. Now come.” König scoops you up into his arms bridal style, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of your thighs as he carries you away from your small home.

“Don’t worry, my people will let your family live.” König whispers to you as he walks. His eyes are drifting down your body. He feels the anticipation rising as he begins to walk you back to his clan’s ship on the coast near your village. He wants you in his home, in his bed, undressed where he can enjoy you and gaze into your eyes as he makes you cum. Soon.

Part 2, Part 3

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wheeboo · 6 months

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big spoon, little spoon | boo seungkwan

SYNOPSIS. in which ask your boyfriend if he wants to be big spoon or little spoon. PAIRING. boo seungkwan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. kissing (in the dark lmao), one curse word, terms of endearment, just boo being rlly affectionate :< WORD COUNT. 1.2k

requested from anon: congrats on 2k lovely!!! ❤️❤️❤️ for ur event may i please req seungkwan + #6 list one? thank u ahhhhh and congrats again - #6: "I don't think I have ever felt safer than in your arms."

notes: thank u my love !! i hope u enjoy <3 i had too much fun writing this pls 😭😭

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"Okay, so big spoon or little spoon tonight?"

Seungkwan just freezes from where he stood in the bathroom doorway, toothbrush still dangling at his lips with bits of foam at the corners of his mouth. You're literally staring at him like you're waiting for him to answer and that it wasn't actually a rhetorical question.

"Are you asking me𑁋okay, wait." He marches back into the bathroom to hastily spit and rinse out his mouth, before coming back out with determination in his step. "Are you asking me if I want to be big spoon or little spoon?"

There's a playful lift to your lips as you sit down on the edge of his bed, and Seungkwan can very much see that slight mischievous look to your features. He can already feel the heat of the moment shoot up towards his ears, and he prays that the room is dark enough to hide it.

"Yeah, I am. Since, you know, we always sorta switch around every day," You say, nodding with a teasing grin. "And, well... I'm being considerate, as your partner and all. I gotta know all your preferences..."

God, Seungkwan feels like he's sinking into quicksand at his feet. Are you really at his place every day? He hardly ever thought about how often you were here, like how these nightly rituals had practically become routine now. He swears his heart does a little happy flip-flop at the thought.

It all started with movie night dates that bled into you two eating breakfast together, dinner dates that turned into you helping wash dishes at three in the morning, and then that particular comfortable silence that settled completely at this point. Every day, there always seems to be another reason for you to stay a little longer, another excuse to linger until the streetlights cast an orange glow through his curtains.

And Seungkwan knows he won't ever get tired of it𑁋he won't ever get tired of having you around. Not now. Not anytime soon. Not ever.

He runs a hand through his hair, feeling whatever embarrassment he had in his chest start to dissipate and replaced by a rush of warmth.

"Okay, well, as your very considerate and caring boyfriend..." He crosses his arms together. "what do you prefer?"

You purse your lips together, as if deep in thought. You didn't mind being either little or big spoon, but the thought of Seungkwan having his arms around you right now𑁋if you could describe it𑁋felt like being wrapped by a warm cloud, a feeling of pure, weightless security that chases away all possible worries.

But it isn't just about the comfort, although it's certainly a big part of it. It was the feeling of being safe and cherished, completely enveloped in his embrace. It was the feeling of home.

A slow smile graces across your face.

"I'll take little spoon," You answer gleefully, already crawling more onto his bed and tucking yourself under the covers with a little wiggle. Whatever façade Seungkwan had been putting up crumbles completely at the sight. A blush creeps up his neck, barely visible in the dim light, but his smile widens.

He chuckles softly as he joins you on the bed, slipping under the covers beside you. After flicking the lampshade off, he carefully maneuvers himself right beside you until he feels your warmth hit his skin. Then he slowly circles his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to his body, with your back meeting his chest. A low, contented hum leaves his lips as he simply holds you.

You wriggle in slightly, and he adjusts his hold, letting an arm curve over your stomach and the other one under your body to pull you even closer, fingers momentarily brushing against the hem of your shirt. You feel your legs entangle together under the blanket, and you swear the world gets smaller, quieter.

Seungkwan thinks you fit perfectly in his arms; it's like you've always belonged there.

"Comfortable?" he asks, voice muffled against you.

Your chest rises up and down with a soft sigh. "Mhm..."

The moments that pass are purely silence as he continues to hold you. You could probably fall asleep at this second, yet you feel the way Seungkwan's hand drifts lower from your waist, tracing gentle circles on the fabric of your shirt above your stomach. It's light, just barely there, but it sends a shiver down your spine nonetheless.

And then you feel him moving around behind you, breath tickling your skin, before his lips press a brief, tender kiss to the nape of your neck.

Maybe you can sense the small smile to his face right afterwards, too.

"You're so soft," he mutters, but there's a bit of tentativeness to his tone.

Your heart squeezes tightly in your chest. "I𑁋Aren't we supposed to be trying to sleep?"

"Sorry," Seungkwan apologises, but you can still hear the smile in his voice. He presses another gentle kiss to your neck, then draws back, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly. "Just like holding you like this."

The giggle that leaves you is shaky, nervous, as if there's a small, timid butterfly trapped in your ribcage struggling to take flight. He can probably hear the way your heart is pounding like a damn drum right now, but he doesn't comment on it. Thank goodness.

A thought crosses your mind, and it takes you a minute to cave into flipping yourself over to face him. A groan escapes him from the sudden change in position, but he quickly settles. The two of you can't really see each other that well since the room was basically suspended in darkness, but you can clearly feel his presence beside you, all comforting and familiar.

"I like being held by you too," You confess quietly, each syllable laced with your own hesitancy. "I... I don't think I have ever felt safer than in your arms, to be honest."

The sound of Seungkwan's breath hitching echoes throughout the room. Are the walls closing in? He's not hallucinating or imagining any of this, right? He wishes he could pinch himself, but he's busy holding you, and you're the only thought filling his mind right now.

He leans in closer, ever so slowly. He can see the faint outline of your face thanks to the sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains.

But just as his lips are about to meet yours, you feel a sudden contact at the tip of your nose. You flinch a little, scrunching your nose up for a second, and Seungkwan pulls back immediately with a gasp.

"Oh my go𑁋did I just𑁋" He stammers frantically, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, uh..."

"Baby," You call out affirmingly, aimlessly bringing a hand up to cup his face through the darkness. Then you lean in to press a kiss to his lips, or specifically... the corner of his mouth. Close enough, anyway. "There we go."

Seungkwan just blinks, eyelashes batting furiously as he feels you shrink back into his hold. This time, you place your head at the crook of his neck, breathing fanning against his skin and making him shiver in your hold, even though he's supposed to be the big spoon.

"Let's go to sleep," You murmur lowly, and if he wasn't used to how pretty your voice sounds when you're tired by now, he should really get his shit together.

And so, Seungkwan just secures his hold around you, but not before mouthing a set of three words that he knows you can't see in the darkness, but hopes you can feel in his embrace.

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livelaughlovesubs · 16 days

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Heeeeya, Nini! How's it going? I can't believe its already been a year! I've been here since before that time you accidentally deleted your blog XD. Congrats! you've dominated the sub! bsd tag for forever and I'm living for it XD. For the event, can I please request Fyodor (bsd) with the prompt, 'Keeping their hands bound to make basic tasks difficult or impossible. Bonus: punish them for failing or making a mess'. Bro, I have an inability to be all that sadistic, even in fiction TwT, so for the punishment part, can I request something like tickling? Is that allowed?! LMAO- As always, feel free to delete/decline this if it makes you uncomfy, and have an awesome day. And again, congrats on one year!

AHHHHH DONT REMIND ME OF THAT TIME can’t believe how dumb I was 🥲 but thank you for being a long time follower hehe, the idea with tickling is very cute I love it

Dom!reader x sub!fyodor - reader is gn

Warning: humiliation, teasing, a tiny bit of degrading, tickling >:)

Anniversary event

Thud thud thud

Someone was hammering on your door in the middle of the night, and they just didn’t stop. You’ve been trying to ignore it for the past minutes, but the sound only got louder.

Thud thud thud

“Ahhhh which fucker is it?!” In the end, you gave in and cursed, stomping to the front door before opening a small crack. “What is-” to your surprise you knew the person behind the door, it was fyodor, your boyfriend. “Huh?? Fedya? Why didn’t you use the bell?” You immediately swung the door open and invited him in, he gave you a bashful smile before entering. Then you shut the door behind him.

“You see…” he said, while he let his coat slip from his shoulders, revealing his hands which were bound tightly behind his back. “It proved to be pretty difficult to ring the bell three times, so I thought kicking the door would suffice.” That was the secret code you two agreed on, so that you’d know if it was him who’s standing on your doorway. “Ah…” you stared at his restricted limps, then at him, giving him a questioning glance. He didn’t provide any explanation or answers.

The male turned around to face you, who were still standing next to the door. “Well? Aren’t you going to help me?” He rushed you, but kept his soft smile. “Actually no, not yet.” You replied, crossing your arms in font of your chest. That attitude, were you mad with him? “…y/n, what do you want.” Finally he dropped the good-guy act, seemingly irritated by your behaviour. Normally you’d help without being this difficult, except when you aren’t in a good mood, something that seems to be the case here.

You walked past him and sat down on the couch, making yourself comfortable before saying, “bring me the remote.” Fyodor looked a tad baffled, though he didn’t think too much about it and walked to the shelf to the left of you, pondering for a moment on how to grab it, before using his mouth to bite the object. Then he brought it to you like an obedient puppy, right into your hand and cheeks flushed a bright shade of red. “Good job.” You praised him, scratching the underside of his chin a bit, intensifying his blush.

“Now bring me a scissor to cut those ropes. You can find it in the kitchen.” He glared at you when you didn’t stop ordering him around, especially since he found his actions pretty shameful. Nevertheless, he bit back his complains and went to the other room to get whatever you wanted. Once he found the scissor, he bit the handle of the tool, and carefully got back to your side. “That took you a while.” You chuckled, to which he scoffed, “are you done with the games now?” How furious he sounded, he wasn’t having half the fun you had huh?

You tilted your head to the side, acting like you were thinking about it, then said, “one last thing.” Before giving him a big smile. The male rolled his eyes at that, at least internally. “Bring me a glass of water, that’s my last request, promise.” After you finished your sentence, you raised your pinky finger, then said, “ah silly me, you can’t reciprocate it after all.” Fyodor mumbled, “you are unbelievable.” Then he made his way back to the kitchen. What else was he supposed to do, he needed your help.

Through much resilience and great efforts, he managed to get a cup out of your shelves. And he even managed to fill it with tap water! Afterwards he bit the handle of the cup, finding that to be the easiest course of action, and slowly walked over to you. This was now his third time running a stupid errand for you, and he really hoped this would be the last. On his way back, he accidentally spilled the water in the cup all over himself and the floor, causing him to yelp a little, “hmmm..!”

You turned your head to the source of the noise, giggling at the sight but not helping him. His blush darkened even more, and he closed the last bit of distance between you two. Without any commentary, you took the cup and put it on the table, grabbing the scissors and cutting through his binds. He didn’t expect you to not make fun of him, so consider him grateful.

Though after you were done, you got up from your seat, grabbing his shoulders as you sneered, “gosh, fyodor, you couldn’t even bring me a glass of water?” Guess he jinxed it. Even though considering the circumstances he was in, failing his task was a very possible outcome, he still felt humiliated by your words, or at least embarrassed. He wanted to argue, to try and keep some shreds of dignity when you bested him to it, saying, “shouldn’t you get a punishment for that?”

“A punishment?” As soon as these words left his mouth, you pushed him into the couch and tickled him. Attacking his stomach while responding through a huge grin, “yep! A punishment you can’t evade!” “What- ha- ahaha.. no, wait haha…! Stop!” He laughed involuntarily, kicking his legs around and trying to peel your hands off his body. “Haha.. s-stop, hahh.. really, hahaha~ I can’t-!!” Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes already, his clothes and hair all disheveled. “Hehe.. alright, the punishment is over.” You eventually said, reaching out to his face to wipe his tears away.

As if hit by the realisation, he abruptly stopped smiling, still blushing furiously as he gasped for air. When he breathing calmed down, he pouted, then wrapped his arms around your neck as he gave you a quick kiss on the lips, “you-… you better make it up to me for being mean.”

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patheticdarling · 2 years

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A Whole New Beast

Summary: Reader and her husband Prince Aemond had, to one another’s knowledge, never given much thought to kids but what happens when Aemond sees how well his wife is with Aegon and Helaena’s new child but also, vice versa.

Warnings: (pretty soft &romantic) smut/breeding kink/mentions of pregnancy/described childbirth/unprotected sex/oral (f receiving)/fingering (f receiving)/kissing/exhibitionism? (public sex)/use of high valyrian (i just love the way it sounds especially in regards to aemond hehe)/parental insecurity/drinking (ofc w aegon, there always is)

Word Count: 3675

*NOT MY GIF*

“Lady Y/N, the Princess Helaena has requested your presence in her chambers immediately,” one of Helaena’s handmaidens had found you on your morning walk in the gardens.

Your face grew worrisome at the handmaiden’s words as you followed her out of the gardens. Helaena was due to give birth to her third child any day now and you feared something horrible might have happened.

Helaena’s handmaiden pushed open the doors, you saw Helaena on her bed with the Maester between her legs as she cried softly.

“Helaena!” you rushed to her side, grabbing her hand, “Are you alright?”

She moved to speak before, what you assumed, was another contraction passed as she winced, “I’m fine,” she sighed as it moved through her, “I just did not wish to be alone.”

“Where is Aegon?” you shouldn’t have expected him to be here, at least not by his own will. When Helaena had given birth to Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, Queen Alicent had forced him to be there and demanded that he be at his wife’s side as she brought his children into the world.

“Mother did not command him to be here this time around,” Helaena spoke through rugged breaths.

“Would you like me to order the guards to fetch your mother?” you moved to do so.

“No,” Helaena snatched you back by your hand, “I only wish for you to be here, good sister.”

You smiled at her kind words, pushing away some of the hair that stuck to her forehead, “Then I’m not going anywhere.”

She nodded, smiling tiredly. She readjusted her grip on your hand, tightening it as the Maester’s and midwives encouraged her to push.

“Once more, Princess. We can see the babe’s head,” one of her midwives spoke. Helaena’s nails dug into your hand as she screamed, pushing with what seemed to be all her might.

“AHHHHH!” you could’ve sworn her cries shook the walls of every chamber in the Red Keep.

Suddenly the air was filled with sweet cries and shrieks as the Maester pulled the baby from Helaena.

“A boy, Princess,” the midwife announced, quickly wiping away the birth matter before placing the squalling bundle into Helaena’s tired arms.

She smiled sweetly at the small boy, “Is he healthy?”

“As can be,” the Maester answered, “Congratulations, Princess.”

You kissed your sister-in-law’s head, “Well done, Helaena. He’s beautiful. Have you got a name for him yet?”

“Aegon wanted to name him Maelor,” she caressed the sleeping infant’s face, “Do you wish to hold him, Y/N?”

“I would be honoured,” you grinned softly before Helaena passed the baby into your arms, “Well, aren’t you a handsome one, Prince Maelor?” he stirred a bit as you rocked him before you cooed him back to sleep.

One of her handmaidens came through the doors, “Prince Aegon, the Queen, and Prince Aemond, my Princess.”

You assisted Helaena to sit up as the three entered the room. Queen Alicent smiled proudly as she moved to her daughter’s bedside.

“My sweet love,” she kissed her daughter’s cheek, Helaena giving a half-smile in return, “I do hope your labours were not too painful.”

Helaena shook her head, “Faster than the first time. But still excruciatingly painful.”

You laughed softly at her words, “Prince Aegon, don’t you wish to be introduced to your son?” you raised a brow.

Aegon sighed deeply before moving to his wife’s bedside, looking at the baby in your arms.

“Another son,” Aegon spoke. He merely watched as you passed the bundle to the Queen so that she might get a better look at her grandson.

“Yes, my Prince. Your wife has done an excellent job,” you spoke rather coarsely to him. Aegon wasn’t a good person, let alone a good husband, and Helaena wasn’t just your sister-in-law but your friend and you never cared for the way Aegon treated her.

“You might wish to hold your son, brother,” Aemond suggested.

Aegon cleared his throat, “Oh- of course,” you looked to Helaena first, she was reluctant at first before giving a nod of approval before you took the boy from the Queen and handed him over to Aegon.

The baby didn’t look right in his arms but there was nothing you could do about it. He was the father after all. You smiled again at Helaena before finally moving to your husband’s side.

“The boy’s name?” the Queen asked.

“Maelor,” Helaena answered.

Queen Alicent smiled at her daughter, “Excellent choice. I assume the two of you would like some privacy?”

“That won’t be necessary,” Aegon answered, “I’ve got matters that need attending to.” He handed the baby back to Helaena in haste.

“Matters more important than the birth of your son?” you questioned.

Aegon’s jaw tensed at your comment, his fist curling as he tried to take a step towards you, “What was that, Y/N?”

You moved to speak before Aemond stepped in, “Careful, brother.”

Both brothers moved towards one another before Queen Alicent stepped in, “Not here. This is about Helaena and the babe.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Your Grace,” you spoke up, pulling Aemond back to your side.

Queen Alicent nodded at you before turning to Helaena, “My husband may do as he pleases. I only wish for Y/N and Aemond to be here.”

The Queen shifted uncomfortably at her daughter’s words, “As you wish, my love.” she stroked Helaena’s hair, “Come along, Aegon.”

Aegon did not hesitate to leave as fast as he could, not even waiting politely for his mother. Queen Alicent said her goodbyes before making her way out of Helaena’s chambers.

You took Aemond’s hand, leading him to Helaena’s bedside, “Their energy was bad for the baby. Aegon stunk of wine, he left it on Maelor’s blanket.”

“Shall we have one of the midwives change it?” Aemond asked his sister.

Helaena shook her head, “I don’t want anyone else touching him beside you or Y/N.”

You could see how tired the poor girl was, “Helaena,” you took her hand, “Maybe you should find some sleep. You’ve exhausted yourself heroically this morning.”

Helaena took a deep breath before nodding, “Will you two be alright looking after him while I do?”

“Of course,” you nodded, “We’ll just be over in the nursery. The minute you wake, we’ll bring Maelor back.”

“Thank you,” she smiled as she handed the baby over to you.

You scooped him into your arms. Helaena attempted to make herself comfortable, “Here, let me help,” you offered before turning to give Aemond the baby, “Take him.”

Aemond had never given off the fatherly type but he knew his sister had only entrusted him and his wife. So he nodded before awkwardly taking the baby into his arms. While you adjusted Helaena’s pillows and settled her into bed.

“Sleep well, sister,” Aemond spoke softly as Helaena waved us goodbye. You and Aemond left her chambers quietly so as to not wake the sleeping infant. “Shouldn’t you take him?”

“You that scared of him?” you giggled as you took the baby from Aemond’s arms, “Rides the biggest dragon in the world and is scared of his infant nephew.”

Aemond scoffed, “I am not scared. He’s just too delicate.”

“You won’t hurt him,” you smiled at your husband as you entered the nursery.

“Seems as though the handmaidens already fastened a cradle in here,” Aemond nodded over to the bassinet in the corner.

“Let’s see if he likes it then,” you walked over and placed your newborn nephew into the crib. He was still fast asleep after you tucked him in. “Seems he does,” you kissed his head as he slept soundly.

You and Aemond stood over the sleeping boy for a while, just listening to his soft little breaths and snores.

“How could your brother bare to be away from him by choice?” you finally spoke, breaking the silence.

“Aegon has never been built for responsibility,” Aemond answered, “I mean, the only reason he was there when the twins were born was because Mother forced him to be.”

You shook your head at the thought, “Hopefully all three are more like Helaena than they are like him.”

Aemond sighed, “Gods be good.”

“They’re such beautiful things. Babies that is. Not a bad thing about them. Just pure innocence and joy.”

“Born into such a corrupt world. Makes you think twice about having them.”

“And you have?” Aemond raised his brow at your question, “Thought about having them?”

“The thought has crossed my mind.”

“Really? Why have you never said anything?”

Aemond tensed a bit before clearing his throat, “Has the thought ever crossed your mind?”

“Of course, it has, Aemond. From the moment a girl comes of age and even before that, they are told about the so-called miracle of childbirth. Though after seeing what Helaena went through, definitely a load of sheep shit.”

Aemond chuckled lightly, “And what are your thoughts exactly?”

You let out a deep breath, “The idea of having one or two seems nice. What about you?”

He paused before saying anything, “I don’t think I’m fit to be a father.” Aemond moved away from the crib, towards the windows of the nursery that faced the horizon over Blackwater Bay.

“What in Seven Hells are you talking about?” you followed him over.

Aemond shook his head, “Look at me. A one-eyed man whom everyone in all of the Seven Kingdoms is terrified to look at. A monster.”

You sighed before resting your hand on the scarred side of his face and pushing it to face you, “You are not a monster. You are my husband. A Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A fine warrior. A dragon rider. A poet and a scholar. All of this and more. But most importantly, Aemond, you’re a good man.”

“Do you wish to have children with me, Y/N?”

“More than anything, Aemond,” you smiled proudly.

Aemond finally exchanged a similar one, “Then children we shall have. Though we may need some more practice first.”

Aemond took a step towards you, one of his hands falling to your waist while the other cupped your face. He leaned forward, both of your eyes fluttering shut. Until the soft whimpering that came from the cradle pulled you both away.

You moved to comfort Maelor before Aemond stopped you, stepping towards the crib himself and picking up the softly crying baby.

“Shhh,” Aemond cooed, “It’s alright little one.” You smiled softly as he began to rock himself and the baby, continuously cooing to him.

There was a knock at the nursery door, “Come in. Quietly please,” you instructed.

Helaena’s handmaiden entered, “My lady, my prince,” she curtsied, “The princess is awake and wishes for her child to be returned to her.”

“Of course,” you nodded. You walked to Aemond, “Want me to take him?”

“I’ve got him,” he answered, his eye still fixated on the sleeping boy.

You kissed Maelor’s head then Aemond’s cheek, “Let’s get him back then.”

The three of you returned to Helaena’s chambers. She appeared to have bathed and rested from her current looks.

She looked at you questioningly as you were the first to enter the room, “Where’s Maelor?”

Aemond had finally entered the room, the sweet bundle still fast asleep in his arms, “No need to fret, sister.”

Helaena smiled softly as Aemond handed her son back to her, “Thank you both for looking after him.”

“We’d be happy to do it whenever you’d like, Helaena. He’s a sweet boy,” you grinned, “Sweet enough that he even wooed your brother over.”

She nodded at her brother, “A dragon of spring.”

You and Aemond exchanged glances, Helaena had always been known to say peculiar things. You thought it must be related to her labours so you both just smiled at her.

“We’ll let you two have some alone time,” you smiled, “Come, husband. Let’s go for a walk in the gardens.”

Aemond nodded as the two of you exchanged goodbyes with his sister and the new prince before heading off toward the gardens.

The sun was still shining as you took your stroll, stopping to sniff and observe the different flowers and plants. Aemond plucked one, placing it behind your ear as you started to walk toward the more secluded areas of the gardens.

Aemond’s hand stayed on your face, seeming to admire you, “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered softly.

You caressed the scar on his face again, “As are you, my love.”

Aemond wasted no time in pulling your lips to his, both of you moaning softly at the combined softness and neediness that filled the kiss. It seemed after your earlier conversation Aemond was now making haste as his lips trailed down your face and neck.

“Aemond,” you panted softly as he began to undo the lacing on the back of your dress, “We could be seen.”

“Then let them. I don’t plan to let you out of this garden before I’ve filled you with my seed.”

Your body trembled at his words as he managed to pull your dress down. Before he continued, he pulled off his coat, laying it onto the floor and throwing his belt off as well before pushing you down softly to rest on the softer material.

“Gods,” you moaned quietly as Aemond wrapped his lips around one of your hardening nipples while his hand toyed with the other.

He groaned around it before pulling off and switching his attention to the other, mimicking his earlier motions. While your hands slid between the two of you, untucking his tunic from his trousers. Your fingers then undoing the clasp before nudging them down.

“Seems you’re not too worried about being caught now, are you?” Aemond teased.

“Please, just fuck me.”

“In time, my darling,” Aemond smirked before moving in between your legs, bunching your dress in the middle while he removed your stockings and knickers, “Gods be good,” he moaned as he began kissing up your thighs.

“A-Aemond,” your voice quivered a bit as he licked, bit, and kissed up and down your legs.

Getting as close as he could to your pussy, which had to have been dripping by now from all of Aemond’s teasing. He finally locked his lips around your sensitive clit, sucking it as two of his fingers teased your entrance. Your fingers made their way into his hair, attempting to tug on it but the band of his eye patch continued to get in the way. So you began to undo the leather, Aemond made no effort to stop you as you did so. He was only focused on pleasuring you as much as he could.

Once the eye patch was removed, your fingers could now properly grip his hair which only encouraged Aemond in his assault. You bucked and twitched at his touch. Your back arching as your orgasm continued to build in your stomach. Aemond could feel you clench around his fingers, knowing you’d be finishing sooner than later.

“F-Fucking hells,” you moaned louder as he sped up his movements, “Gods- fuck- Aemond!” Your climax ripped through you as you coated Aemond’s porcelain face with your juices. You were attempting to catch your breath before Aemond rose from between your legs and laid a hard kiss on you.

“I love the way you taste,” he sighed as he pulled away, his now exposed sapphire eye gleaming beautifully along with the dampened part of his face. You smiled, still coming out of your post-orgasmic haze, “I read somewhere that a woman is more likely to conceive after an orgasm.”

“Thank the Gods you like to read,” you panted. Aemond chuckled before kissing you again, this time one of his hands fell between you, pulling his trousers down and finally exposing his completely hardened and leaking cock.

He teased your hole a bit with the tip, not pushing in all the way on account of you recovering, “Whenever you’re ready, my love.”

You took in another deep breath before nodding, “Please, Aemond.”

You didn’t have to beg much before Aemond began pushing his cock in. The wetness provided by your first orgasm made it all that much easier. You let out synchronized groans as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressing your cervix.

“Gods-fucking hell,” Aemond moaned in your ear as you both adjusted to the feeling of one another.

“Aemond, m-move,” you whimpered in his ear.

Aemond heeded your pathetic-sounding demands and began to thrust over and over. He started slow at first but after hearing the noises you emitted and the way your body reacted every time he sped up, his pace became relentless. The visceral sounds of skin slapping, heavy breathing, and combined moans filled the gardens that surrounded the two of you.

The tightening sensation in your stomach was back, “G-Gonna cum again,” you panted.

“Fuck, I’m nearly there,” Aemond groaned. His pace continuously sped up as you both now chased your orgasms. He leaned his head down, pressing your foreheads together as your climaxes neared.

“I love you,” you whimpered as Aemond pounded into you.

Aemond grunted, your sweet words only encouraging him, “I love you. Can’t wait to put a fucking baby in you. Watch you swell with my child. Let everyone in the Seven Kingdoms know you belong to me.”

And just like that both of you erupted into a string of moans and vile words. If no one had heard the two of you yet, there was no chance they could’ve denied that. Aemond’s cum completely filled your cunt, dripping out around his cock as he was still inside you.

Aemond panted as he thrust his last few times before kissing your forehead and slowly pulling out. You both winced at the absence of one another as Aemond lay next to you on the coat.

He pulled you to him, both of you relaxing in the others’ grasp, “Think this one will take?”

Aemond sighed, “Gods, I hope so. Still,” he leaned on his arm so he could look down at you, “If it doesn’t, that means I can still fuck you like this,” you both smiled before kissing softly, “And if it does, I’ll still fuck you like this.”

NEARLY A YEAR LATER...

“Push, my lady, push!” one of your midwives encouraged.

“I am pushing, you stupid cunt!” you yelled as the pain surged through your body.

“Was I this violent during my labours?” Helaena asked as she continued to grip your hand.

Aemond smirked from the other side of you, your other hand in his grip, “That’s my child inside her. A true dragon.”

“Both of you, shut the- AHHHHH!”

“I can see the head,” the Maester spoke from between your legs, “One last push, my lady.”

You practically roared as you pushed with every last bit you had left in you. The relief overcame you as you felt your child come out and their soft wails fill the room.

“A boy,” the midwife spoke as she quickly wiped off your baby before placing him in your arms, “As healthy as can be. Praise the Mother.”

You sobbed softly as you tiredly rocked the infant, “Shh, it’s alright, my little love.”

“You have a son, my prince. Congratulations to the both of you,” the Maester smiled as he and the midwives cleaned up.

Aemond’s gaze could not be taken away from his son or his wife, pure adoration for the both of them.

“He’s beautiful,” Helaena commented, “A dragon of spring,” she wiped the sweat-clad hair from your forehead.

Your handmaiden returned, “The Queen and Prince Aegon,” she introduced. Aemond’s family joined the room. The Queen moved to the bed. Aegon preferring to stay by the table, coincidentally where the wine was kept.

“Boy or girl?” she asked.

“A healthy boy, Your Grace,” you smiled tiredly. Your son had small wisps of the signature Targaryen silver hair decorating the top of his head.

Queen Alicent grinned proudly, “Congratulations.” She kissed Aemond’s head, then yours, then the babe’s. “Does he have a name yet?”

“Daeron,” Aemond answered, “It means the great little one which is exactly what he is.”

“He’s perfect,” the Queen spoke softly, “Reminds me of Aemond. Such a small thing.”

Helaena rose, “We should give them their time.”

The Queen nodded, “I agree, sweet girl. Come along.” Aegon tossed back his goblet of wine before moving to follow his wife and mother out of the chambers.

“Brother,” Aemond called after him, his gaze still not moving from his new family.

“What is it?” Aegon groaned.

“I shall let it pass this once but if I ever see you drinking or drunk around my son, I will cut your tongue out so that you cannot taste the ale anymore.”

No one said a word as Aegon just nodded quickly before practically running after Helaena and the Queen.

“I will not allow drunken idiots around him,” Aemond explained, “Even if he is my brother.”

You chucked lightly, “Fair enough, my prince.”

Aemond continued to admire your son, “Might I?”

“Of course,” Aemond helped you to sit up to make the hand-off easier, “Though,” you reached your hand towards his head, pulling off the eye patch, “you should meet your son as you truly are.”

Aemond gave a light smile before you handed him Daeron, “It’s scary how perfect he is.”

“I know,” you sighed, “Takes after his father.”

“Not in the slightest,” Aemond kissed the side of your cheek, “Well done, my brave girl.”

“Ao'll emagon naejot bodmagho zirȳla Valyrīha. Sepār hae ao gōntan syt aōha ābrazȳrys.” You'll have to teach him Valyrian. Just as you did for your wife.

Aemond nodded, “Indeed, ñuha jorrāelagon. Issa iā Targārien Dārilaros tolī mirre.” Indeed, my love. He is a Targaryen Prince after all.

“I love you, Aemond.”

His eye finally moved to meet yours, “I love you.”

“And you,” you pulled the swaddle away from your son’s face and kissed it softly, “I love you too.”

“Īlon both gaomagon. Tolī than mirros, ñuha tresy.” We both do. More than anything, my son.

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lavender-nerd · 5 months

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Before Her

Summery: Azriel having a nightmare about life before meeting Rhysand, Cassian and Reader

Pairing: Azriel X Reader

Warnings: A bit agnsty and abuse

Word Count: 1.7K

(A/N: this is my very first post on Tumblr, so any feedback is appreciated!!)

(not 100% cannon)

Azriel age 11 pov:

Cold, so very cold.

Coldness, that was the only thing I felt, and darkness surrounded me like a blanket.

Drip, drip, drip.

The only sound besides my breathing could be heard in the stone-cold bricked room I'm in. At this point, I don't even remember where I am. The cracks in the wall let in the harsh wind from outside. I could hardly move my wings, or any of my limbs due to the cage I was stuffed in. They were the first to betray me, the ones I called family, my father, my brothers.

Hands and laughter woke me up as I was thrown from the cage onto the snow from outside. Snow, how cold and cruel it was. My two brothers came at me, one with a bottle in hand and the other with flint.

"Give me your hands" Radin commanded.

"What?" Fear slowly rised in me as Thoman held my shoulders to the ground. Snow and rocks pinched my stomach when I started to fight back.

"Give me your hands now!" Radin commanded once again, but with more anger.

"Hahaha come on you bastard, give him your hands" Thoman now sat on my back grabbing at my elbow, raising them up.

"Now be a good bastard boy and keep your hands still". Radin now popping the cork from the bottle and oil invading my nose.

"No stop, please stop no no no NO" Fear now taking full control as oil now coated my hands. Bottle dropping to the ground below.

"Give me the flint now" Thoman now handing the flint to Radin I start to wiggle and thrash around not wanting my horrors to become true.

Clink. clink, clink, WOOSH.

"AHHHHH" I scream in pain as fire now engulfs both of my hands, Thoman now off my back I hunch over trying to put the flames out with the snow, but nothing works. Laughter fills my ear as now the once beautifully white snow has been tainted with my bastard born red blood. My screams reach my father's warriors as they rushed over with a dripping wet rag. Skidding to a stop in front of me both warriors kneel down and roughly drapes the rag over my hands. Tears stream down my face as they desperately try to kill the flames.

"Hahaha, now look at yourself, you think your 'Illyrain healing gift' can help you now?" Radin and Thoman both laughed at me, looked at me as if I was a piece of gum on the bottom of their shoe. Once the flames were out, I laid on my back, tears still coating my face, looking up at the sky thinking how cruel the mother above could be. Picked up by the two warriors, I was hauled back into my cold metal cage.

Blood slowly dripped from the many gashes and burns on my hands. My brothers- no, they were no longer my brothers, not when they did this to me. Those vile creatures. I was left to rot in this cage for what I presume, for the rest of my life. Darkness took over me as I succumb to the pain.

After a long and cruel beating from those vile creatures, I laid quietly trying to regain a steady breathing pattern, relaxing my limbs and my wings. I roll to my side blinking slowly, trying to clear my blurry vision. I realised that they left the door open. I hastily got up and try to open the cage door by lifting, pushing and pulling, hoping it will open.

My freedom is right in front of me, if only I could get this stupid cage to open. I could see the blue sky, even taste it at this point. The snow from outside has never looked so white. I need to get out, I NEED TO GET OUT. I lift and push with all my might, sweat coats my brow. Please, mother above, hear me, please. I fall to my knees and give one last push of every strength left in me. The hinges fall off and the gate swings wide open as I fall onto the bricks below. I pull myself up and made a dash for the door, only to stop a foot away. What if my father and my brothers saw me or or if the warriors saw me? What would happen to me then? Should I just go back into the cag- NO NO I'm never going back into that cage again!!

I step into the doorway and look left then right, all clear. I made a mad dash into the woods in front, snow nipping at my bear feet.

"Stop right there". I hear behind me but I'm not stopping now, not when I'm finally out. The crunch of snow behinds me let me know that the warriors are behind me. I duck left and right, dodging the trees ahead. It's cold, so very cold. My breathing rough and ragged as large cloud of mist comes from my mouth, again and again. My feet snagging on rocks and roots, staggering I keep myself up. I look behind me and the estate has never looked so small, but I don't stop running. Looking forward, I keep running, even though my legs and feet feeling stone cold. The shouting behind me getting quieter and quieter, then nothing, but that didn't mean I would stop running.

I kept running till the sun went over the horizon and the moon rose. I slowed to a walk finding my breath and finally looked at my surroundings. Nothing but snow and trees for miles and miles. As my adrenaline faded, I finally realised just how cold and sore I am. I found a stump to sit on and have a look at my legs and feet. My feet and legs were blue and starting to turn a dark purple in some spots. I needed help and fast. I started to look for higher ground to see if I could see any fires or any signs of life. But there was nothing, nothing at all, no fires and no signs of life. Frustrated tears filled my eyes as I realised that death may just come for me.

I started aimlessly walking but the cold was harsher than I thought. There was no place in sight and had no destination in thought, all I knew is that there had to be someone out there. Sleep started to creep up on me as I fought my lids to stay up. Black dots evaded my vision, then everything went black as I collapse to the snowy ground.

I don't know how long I was out for, but I could hear voices ahead of me. I tried to get up but had no strength left in me. I tried and tried again, over and over again. There's voices and they're close!

"Please" my voice too soft. I was desperate at this point, nothing around me could aid me to get their attention. If I couldn't walk, I'll crawl, and that I did. I clawed at the snow beneath me, longing to see them. to see life. I crawled and crawled, their voices growing louder and louder. I came to an opening and finally see two other Illyirans flying without a care in the world and laughing, then I see the most beautiful being in the world. It was as if the mother above touched her at birth and gifted her the beauty of a thousand. It was as if I was lost in a trance as warmth filled me, but that warmth didn't exist. Then she looked at me.

"Hey are you alright?" She came rushing over to me amd knelt down.

"Oh my god, you're freezing! Cassian, Rhys, come down here!" She called. The two Illyrians dove down and rushed over once they were on land. The snow stirred for a moment before settling down.

"Hey are you okay?" The taller one asks, voice uncertain. I could hardly even answer him, voice trembling as I replied a quiet "help".

"We need to get him to my mother, Cass, give me a hand". And thus, I was lifted between the two and off we walked to who knows where. I could hardly keep my eyes open as winter fought tooth and nail to bring me down.

"It's okay, you can rest now, we're going to my mother. She can help you" and with that, I was out like a light.

I woke with a cold sweat, chest heaving, sweat coating my brow and chest.

"Azriel?"

A soft-spoken voice invaded my ears as I tried to come to sense.

"My love? Are you okay?"

I looked to my side and see the mother touched women sitting up in bed next to me. Her soft skin was kissed by the moonlight that swept through the curtains. I came to sense about where I am. I'm home in our cabin near Velaris, in bed with my amazing mate, y/n. She softly touched my shoulder as I collapsed in her embrace.

"Was it that nightmare again? About your past my love?"

I slightly nodded in her shoulder, and she kissed my head softly and said nothing but reassuring words into my ear and all felt better after those kind words.

"After 500 years you would think I would stop having these nightmares." I said with a breathy laugh.

"My love, there is no shame with having nightmares, it's a part of us, it makes us who we are today. I will always love you, nightmares and all".

"And this is how I know I have the perfect mate in all of the world". I raise my head and look deeply into her eyes before capturing her lips to mine.

"Come on my love, let's go back to sleep". She says through the soft kisses. I nod and I pull the covers over us and pull her onto my chest. She draws lazy lines over my chest that soon stops as she falls back to asleep.

"I will always love you too, to the moon and back I will always be here for you, thank you my love for showing me that kindness still exists to this day". I soft speak to her, kissing her temple before closing my eyes and letting sleep takeover.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #acotar x reader #azriel x reader #acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #acotar fluff #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel spymaster #acotar series #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel x reader angst #rhysand #cassian #acotar angst

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bearbirth · 10 months

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For the build a birth 0: 🤰(male but we dont havw the male.pregnant emoji aa) 4️⃣🚗👖🧠

I had always had a bit of a chubby belly.

Unfortunately this fact led to this fateful night. I didn’t think I could get pregnant as I had been told I was infertile years ago by some bullshit doctor. I hadn’t seemed to notice my belly getting slightly larger over the months. It hasn’t popped however.

The last few days I’ve been having some issues with cramps. I had thought maybe it had been something I ate. Oh how wrong I was. I could never have foreseen having four babies inside of me all this time.

It’s a Friday and I’m driving back to visit my family for the weekend. I’ve been in some pain all day but I’ve pulled through even when a tums didn’t help. I breathe out as another cramp rocks my body and I shift forward in an attempt to alleviate my discomfort.

“ohhhhh….”

I let out a groan. The pain has been getting worse. I put a hand on my belly and rub it, trying to sooth the pain. I grip the wheel tighter. The pain subsides again and I sit back with a sigh.

“Fuck…. Ohhh god another….”

The next cramp comes so soon. I strain a little, feeling the urge to push. I just assume I have to use the bathroom. I’ll need to find a rest stop quick. The pain peeks then dies down again. But once more it starts up after just a few breaths.

“OH GOD!!! HHRGGGG!”

I cant stop myself. I’m pushing the head down my birth canal. I’m panting hard as I lift my ass up a little when the pressure suddenly intensifies. How could a man be pregnant without knowing?

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH…! OH IM ABOUT TO POOP!!”

I cry out in pain as something nestled behind my entrance. I grip the wheel, sobbing as I push hard. With a scream and another push the head gushes out of me and into my jeans. I scream again, is that a baby?! Oh god it’s baby! I’m giving birth! The head turns and the baby rushes out of me and into my tight pants with a gush. I yank the wheel and pull over. I unzip my pants and shakily draw out the baby who has already started to cry.

“W-What…?”

I stare at it in shock, but I don’t have time to think. Suddenly I scream, there’s another. I place the first baby in the seat next to me and I sit back, my legs on the dash board. I sob as I try to pull my pants down a little but I’m having to push.

“NO I CANT BE PREGNANT!! OH IT HURTS SO BAD!!” My legs shake as I try to get the baby out faster. Suddenly the head shoots out then the shoulders and body. But as soon as it’s out I’m pushing once more. I grip the seat. I don’t have time to get the first baby out of my pants. The next baby is smaller and has already started to crown.

“AGGGREREGGGG AAAAAAH!!!! GET OUT OF ME!!!!!” I screech as the baby slips out into my pants next to its sibling. Finally I’m done… or so I think. I lower my legs and get the baby’s out. There’s a little twinge of a contraction but I ignore it. I call 911, and as I’m explaining what happened I have to push.

“Yes I’m on the side of the road, I- OHHH OH GOD THERES ANOTHER BABY!! OH PLEASE PLEASE HELP I CANT DO IT AGA-AAHHHHH AHHHHH!! OH IT BURNS!!”

I scream down the phone. The baby forces its way down me. I half stand up, pulling my pants down just as the baby crowns. It shoved my boxers down as it moves out painfully.

“ITS HHUUUUUUUUUGGEEEEE! ITS COMING OUTTTT OF MEEEEEE!”

Suddenly the baby pops half out. I’m sobbing with the baby half in me when the ambulance finally reaches us. They watch me give birth again as they pull open my door.

#birth kink #clothing birth #public birth #labor kink #giving birth #car birth #mpreg

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 2 years

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Don't ever scare me like that again...

Ahhhhh I'm having Floyd angst thoughts and need everyone to see them

Warning(s): mentions of drowning, reader almost dies, general angst (with a happy ending though :) )

Of course dating Floyd Leech was hard sometimes. He has little-to-no self control, is prone to mood swings, and will straight-up not do things if he views them as boring.

But despite that, you love him. He's wonderful, even if he does sometimes ask rather... morbid... questions about humans.

He gave you the best hugs when you were sad. It was very comforting. He was the first person you'd go to when you were panicking.

One night, as the two of you were cuddling in bed, Floyd asked you something you didn't expect.

"Hey, Shrimpy... what does it feel like to drown...?"

"Huh? What brought this on all of the sudden?" You asked.

"I'm just wondering." Floyd responded. "Y'know, since I'm a merman, I can never know what that feels like... so... what does it feel like?"

"Well, I've never experienced it before, but from what I've heard it's... scary. And painful, too." You explain. "At first you try to hold your breath... and when that fails, the water rushes into your nose and mouth as you try to breathe... there's a really bad burning feeling in your chest when the water enters your lungs. Besides that, though, it's kinda peaceful." You explained.

"So... you're in pain when drowning...?"

"Yeah, apparently it hurts a lot."

Floyd suddenly tightened his grip on you. As if something was threatening to take you away from him.

"Can I tell you something...?" He whispered. "I... drowned a human once. Accidentally. When I was a child, waaaaaaay before I knew that humans can't breathe underwater." He sighed. "Life under the sea is rough. The child mortality rate is waaaaay higher than it is on land. Jade and I had a buncha other siblings when we were hatched, but by the time we were four, it was only us two left. Not to mention that the two of us weren't even given proper names until we were six years old." Floyd explained to you, pausing for a moment before continuing. "I was a bit desperate for any kind of interaction as a child... and one day, I met a human... and one day, I wanted to show him the world under the sea. Mom was horrified when she saw me dragging a dead human around with me, haha... that night we had land meat for dinner, and I never really pieced together what it was until recently."

"You... killed someone...?" You asked, unsettled.

"Please don't hate me, Shrimpy..." He buried his face in your chest. "I don't want you to hate me. The truth is, I'm scared of you disappearing. I know I was just a stupid kid who didn't know humans could drown, but... what if something happens to you? What if it slips my mind that humans can't breathe water, and you're... gone...? Forever...?"

"Aw, you really care about me, huh?" You sweetly asked. His grip on you tightened again, not enough to hurt, but noticably tighter than before. "Well don't worry. I'll never disappear, I promise."

"I'll never disappear, I promise."

You can't just break your promise like this! You can't, it's just not fair!

He could feel your grip on his shoulders loosening as he swam as fast as he possibly could towards the shore.

"Floyd... I-I'm cold..." You managed to say.

He didn't know what to say to you. What can he do to comfort you in what might be your last moments? Say everything will be fine? Just lie to you?

"Just hang on, ok? I'll get you to shore, and I'll get a nice warm blanket for you, ok Shrimpy~?"

"A-a-alright..." He could feel you trembling and shivering from how cold the water was to you. Your breathing was slowing.

When he reached the shore, you were clearly not doing well.

"Wake up, Shrimpy!" He demanded. "We're here, we made our way to the shore, ok?? So wake up! Don't you dare freeze, (Y/N)! It's not even that cold! S-so you can't freeze, you can't die!!"

You reached up, and placed your hand on his slimy wet face.

"I... l-love you..."

That's the last thing you remember from that night.

You wake up to the harsh lights and undeniable smell of a hospital.

"You're awake!"

Floyd kissed you on the lips the moment he realized you were alive.

"I'm so glad you're ok, Shrimpy..." He squeezed you tightly, but of course making sure he didn't hurt you. "Don't you ever scare me like that again, got it...?"

"Got it..." You laughed to yourself under your breath.

"Don't laugh. I was seriously worried for you, Shrimpy...!" He told you. "You could've died, you know that? You were really close to freezing to death."

"Yeah, I know." You returned his hug, your arms still slightly trembling.

The two of you sat there in silence, jusr sort of holding onto each other.

"Hey, Floyd?"

"Hm?"

"...thanks for saving me." You whispered to him.

Floyd didn't respond, but you could tell he was content with how this all turned out.

#it's 1am so i hope this is good lol #floyd leech #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #floyd x reader #floyd leech x reader

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aesthetic-bbyg · 9 months

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might I request 🫣

an Usopp x ditsy y/n where the reader is.. 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑚, busty, to say the least, and always clings to him (sort of like how Nami does), albeit unaware that the behavior seems to always fluster him

And maybe they end up paired together when everyone splits up to fight someone or whatever, and Uso pulls them aside to hide, obviously, but in a bit of tight spot?

you can edit this however you like, thank you for reading!!

A DAMSAL IN DISTRESS - USOPP

usopp x ditzy,fem!reader

IN WHICH you can’t help but cling onto Usopp, he’s just so cute.

nattie speaks!: AHHHHH I’m so sorry for the wait, I felt so bad that this took way longer then expected so some parts were a bit rushed and a bit shitty🫣🫣. Also, I gave the reader this power, basically like a banshee, she screams and it’s a weapon. It’s only included in a small portion bc I wanted to stay close to what the anon requested!!

USOPP WASNT SURE IF HIS BAD habit of lying constantly was currently a blessing or a curse. You took interest in him after he’d rambled on about escaping the large beast of the sea, the Kraken. Since then you’ve been—he didn’t want to be rude and say obsessive, so..clingy. He’d somehow managed to capture you’re attention with his false stories. You nodded dumbly with big eyes as he dramatized yet another tale, waving his hands around like a maniac while you just giggled.

“Uh-huh, what after?” You leaned closer across the table curiously, your cheek falling to rest on the palm of your hand.

“Then, I took my sword and I sliced his ass from head to toe.” Usopp smirked triumphantly, sucking in a deep breath and releasing as he fell back against the chair. “And that’s the story of how I defeated the monster of the Blue Lagoon.”

“No way!” You gasped, eyes wide with such content, completely unaware of how close your tits were to spilling out of your top. Truth be told, Usopp had dragged out the story as long as possible to see the moment a nipple peaked out. He swallowed before he chuckled, eyes flickering between your bright smile and bouncing breast. “You’re so brave, Uso.” You stood from your seat, walking over to give him a peck on the cheek. “How ‘bout I go get food for my brave Captain, hmm?”

Usopp never nodded his head so quick, both out of being very hungry and because he needed a breather. You had made him so ridiculously flustered, he nearly forgotten to take in air with how close you were. The moment you footsteps faded to enter the kitchen he let out a large sigh. His senses struggling to regulate, all he could think about was you. The sticky gloss that clung to his skin, the sweet scent you left behind, the echo of your giggles in his mind.

He needed to get a grip before he literally exploded. The next few days to Arlong Park would be hell if he couldn’t learn to control himself when around you. But he just couldn’t figure out how it was possible to do that when you pranced around in such low cut shirts and tight bottoms. He didn’t have much time to think about it before you were back, holding two servings of food. You placed it on the large crate that laid between the two of you.

“What did Sanji make?” Usopp questioned, mustering up to the most normal smile he could give.

“Some sort of pasta, dunno, wasn’t really attention.” You shrugged casually, handing him a shimmering silver fork. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, you went unaware of the stolen glances Usopp took of you. He paid far too much attention to your features, especially your most prominent one..but he wouldn’t ever admit that.

You were close to opening your mouth and breaking the silence before Zoro came up, plopping a whiny Buggy between your plates.

“Usopps turn, I’m done.” The swordsman muttered annoyingly, walking away without another word.

“Hey—what!” Usopp shouted back to Zoro, his calls being ignored as the the blue-haired clown chuckled.

“Hiya, pal, nice to see you!” The clown exclaimed with an overly happy tone. “Tell me, have, have you boned pretty babe over here or wh—“

Usopp clamped his hand over the clown mouth, embarrassingly looking over at you, your eyes held an innocent confusion as you stood. “I’ll go ahead and take these to the kitchen, be back!”

Usopp nodded with a smile, waiting for you to be out of ear shot before uncovering Buggy’s mouth. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Shut up.” Usopp mumbled with a flushed face, hiding it by fiddling with his slingshot.

“Oh, c’mon, she’s totally into you and it super fuckin’ obvious in case you couldn’t already see.” The clown commented, “And, hey, I’m not one to give relationship in advice here but you should bone her—“

“Can you stop saying that.” The man snapped quietly as he noticed you approaching. You didn’t sit down, instead placed a soft hand on his shoulder.

“It’s getting dark, Uso, ya wanna head in?” You asked softly, eyes glowing curiously in the moonlight. You shared a space with Nami, but ever since she left you’d didn’t liked sleeping in that empty bed. Instead, you slept next to Usopp every night.

It came as a surprise at first. The midnight sky had caused a dark hue to blanket over the ship. The moon hidden behind indigo clouds, only a few strings of light guided you down to the boy’s chambers. You’d pushed Usopps door open, thankful that it didn’t creak loudly, and slowly entered. You footsteps patting against the hardwood floor, hands out in front of you to navigate the darkness until you felt a soft cushion. You peeled back the blanket and climbed in, without a care in the world except for finding some warmth.

Usopp had felt the bed shift, covers shuffling without him moving which is what caused him to fully awake. He panicked at first, not moving an inch as the person beside him got comfortable. It was until he felt you soft hands caress up his bicep, bare legs entangling with his own, then a sweet sigh that tickled his neck. After a few moments he heard nothing, just your deep breaths as he laid there, completely clueless on what to do. Should he hold you? But that would wake you again wouldn’t it? He chose to go to sleep and see what the next morning held.

And if Usopp wasn’t flustered enough already the next day he was practically dead. Your position had switched in the middle of the night, and so did his. Ass against his hips, his arm draped over your waist, and you back against his firm chest. He wasn’t sure how you two needed in this position but every morning now was like this.

Usopp determined that the best way to continue this routine was if Buggy’s head was shoved into a empty barrel and left there for the night.

“You better bone her if your leaving here—“ The clown angrily shouted before his voice was muffled by the lid sliding over the open top. Usopp let out a sigh, walking over to the sleeping quarters below deck where you’d already gone to get changed for bed.

Your head quirked up at the sound of his approaching footsteps, smiling softly at the sight of him. “We’re nearly there, Uso. It’s best that you get some sleep for the rest of the journey.”

Usopp nodded in agreement, removing his shirt like he always did before bed and climbing into the covers. You shouldn’t be so excited as you are each time you cuddle close to him. It shouldn’t be so rewarded to feel him so close to you as you drift to sleep. Usopp was suppose to be your fellow crew member and nothing more. Yet there was an undeniable feeling that made you cling to him. It made you giddy.

Unbeknownst to you, these feelings struck Usopp tenfold.

“LAND HO!” USOPP EXCLAIMED, ARM raising to point to a spec of land from afar. You lifted your head, squinting to see the bundled up islands from you spot. As you got closer it looked like nothing almost, and when the boat docked it was even worse. The small village looked abandoned, old homes falling apart and grey in color. Most of the plants around were dead, drained of their natural color. One home was even raised above the grown, ripped from the floor and left to rot mid air.

This is when things started to blur together. One moment, you watch in fear, clinging onto Usopps arms. He’s a brave warrior, you thought, surely he’d protect you against the strange atmosphere that this place brought. But the next you were sprinting into the woods, just behind Usopp as a fish man with strangely large lips chased after you.

It was a fight you had no idea on how to win. They were fishman, some of the strongest beings of the world, and here you were running away from one. Even worse, the fish with the huge lips was able to spit out fire with just a sip of his hard drink. There was more than enough evidence to prove that you were screwed.

The boy in front of you turned around, quickly tugging your arm and pulling close, ducked down, rolling to hide behind a fallen tree. You fell atop of Usopp, panting heavily as fishman’s spits barley flew over your head. All went quiet, weirdly quiet but you didn’t dare even blink loudly.

“Hey.” Usopp whispered as you lifted your head from his chest. “Ya think you can scream for me, pretty girl?” You swallowed thickly, nodding, the pure terror of the approaching footsteps muting your voice. “Then wait for my signal, ‘kay.”

Usopp shuffled from under, making it more comfortable for the both, well, mostly you. Being within such a close proximity of your soft skin made him nervous, no amount of comfort was able to calm his nerves. But he ignored the squeezable skin that pressed against his chest, ignored that your core that was hovering just above his dick, ignored the grip on his bicep. He looked at you, waiting for the right moment to give you the sign so the fishman went down once and for all.

You were terrified, that was for sure, but you mustered up some courage to pull the plan off. You felt a tap on your hand, causing to rise up and stare directly at the fishman. But before he could open fire you let out a ear piercing shriek. A wail so loud it launched the fish man backwards. Far enough so he was too distracted in getting up and gaining back his senses to realize that Usopp was sneaking in.

You watched, wide eyed as the fishman sat up, bottle still tightly in his clutch. Usopp loaded in his new invention into his slingshot and directly hit the alcohol. A loud explosion followed, smoke clearing to reveal a motionless fishman.

You laughed in a relief, standing up and slowly approaching the scene.

Usopp shouts in excitement, proudly chuckling at the sight of the smoking body laid motionless on the ground. “Yeah! Take that! The Great Captain Usopp fells yet another notorious villain!” He swallows back his heavy breaths, glancing around. “And..no one’s around to see it.”

“I saw it, Uso!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around him with a giggle. The sheer force of your excitement gave you enough strength to drag him down into your chest. His whole face making contact with your tits while you rambled in content. “Just as brave as you tell in your stories! Gosh, I can’t wait tell everyone how you saved me.” You pull his head up, planting kisses along his cheeks.

The boy puffed his chest out pridefully, smirking despite the blush that littered his cheeks. “What can I say, a great Captain like me never fails to save a damsel in distress.” He hooked an arm around your waist, gazing down at you.

“A reward is much needed after this.” You Pat his chest, smiling softly with such a innocent yet antagonizing look. Without another word, you’d pulled away, waking back in the direction Arlong park.

Usopp stared at your fading figure with furrowed brows. “A reward?”

OMG THIS TOOK WAY TO LONG BUT I WAS LITERALLY GOING BACK ND FORTH W THIS FIC BC I FELT LIKE IT WAS SOO BAD. But I need to release smth so this is it!! I really hoped this lived up to the request, ik i added some of my own elements but ignore that🫣

(sucks dick coquettely)

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece show #straw hats #usopp x reader #usopp #jacob romero gibson #Jacob Romero #agent 00 lookin ahh #but he’s so fiiiine #i’m actually losing it #I need him #he needs me #HIS BICEPS BRO #LIKE I WANT TO LICK THEM #UGHHH #send help #one piece imagine #captain usopp

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mustainegf · 4 months

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OHMYGOD I FEEL LIKE A GENIUS!!!!!! imagine dave has you tied up and all that and he does NOOOTT let you cum like at all (i think its called orgasm denial idk or is it edging ☠️) until he decides you can .. js a silly thought really 🤭

no rush tho :3

This was such a good write!! This is sooo good hehehe

Dave and I's makeout session had quickly taken a turn, and now I found my hands bound above my head, whimpering as Dave tied my ankles apart, keeping me spread open for him.

Dave had never tied me up completely before, just my wrists every once in a while, but right now, I could tell he was in a particular mood. A teasing mood.

I'd never seen his eyes glow before. But now they did, dark, and full of amusement, as if this was all some big joke to him.

I squirmed agaisnt the bindings as Dave flicked at my folds just softly, chuckling to himself at my reaction.

"I-i-is this really necessary?!" I whined. "No," Dave chuckled, "but it will make you even more desperate."

Dave started slowly, rubbing cricked on my throbbing sex. "Lets lay down some ground rules, sweetheart," he began. "If you feel like you're going to cum, you tell me. If you don't tell me, than I'll have to punish you."

He pressed harder down on my clit. I nodded hastily, just begging for him to go faster. "I will.." I whimpered.

Dave focused on my sensitive spots, sucking dark marks onto my thighs as his fingers quickened on my pussy.

"Such a sensitive pussy" he cooed, letting spit drip from between his pink lips and onto mine, rubbing it in with his fingers.

Fuck, his saliva felt perfect as he used it to push his fingers inside of me.

My hole clenched around him, twitching at the feeling.

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. "Faster!" I pleaded, bucking against his touch. "You want to come?" He smirked.

"Not yet." I was starting to think that maybe he had other plans after all. "Hmmm... "

he murmured, sliding his hand back into me again. This time, he didn't stop at one finger, pushing two into me at once, curving them upward to find my g-spot. "Yes! Yes! Please!" I begged, bucking harder.

"Dave I'm gonna cum!" I cried, it felt so perfect. But he stopped.

He sucked his fingers clean, kissing my thighs as I was left without orgasm.

"No cumming until I say so," he muttered.

I growled in frustration. "What?! Nooo!" I whined.

"Hush, baby, I'll make you feel good"

Daves fingers found my pussy again, teasing them down my wetness and up to my clit as he helped me build my climax back up.

"Ahhhhh" I moaned, arching up into his touch.

"That's it, you like my fingers huh?" Dave teased, his free hand rubbing up the array of marks he'd left on my thighs.

My body was vibrating, ready to explode. I'm not sure how long we went on for, but it was coming quick. "I'm gonna cum!" I cried again. And just as I feared, Dave quit all friction as he pulled his fingers away.

I screamed in frustration. "No, please dave!" I cried, bucking against the restraints. I was so close.

But no, he wouldn't let me cum. "Please!" I begged.

"I need it!" Dave just laughed.

He rubbed my legs again waiting for my pussy to calm. He repeated this pro maybe 5 more times, leaving me even more desperate than the last time, I was throbbing, pulsing and red with the need for release.

"Pleaseeee!" I begged. "Please, please, please, I'll do anything, just please let me cum!" "Anything, sweetheart?" Dave asked in a mock serious tone. I groaned in frustration. "Yes! Anything!"

I promised, just wanting to have an orgasm. Dave looked down at me, his face lit up with mischief.

"Okay, I'll make a deal with you then" He purred, looking down at me hungrily. I bit my lip.

"I'll let you cum, if I can use my cock. And the vibrator." He said under his breath, grinning mischievously.

I hesitated only for a second, then I blurted out

"Deal!" My cheeks flamed as I realized what I'd done. "Are you sure about that, sweetheart?" Dave chuckled.

"Ugh yes, I'm sure. Just hurry!" I whined, gritting my teeth in anticipation. Dave laughed. "Alright then, baby"

he hummed. "I hope you can handle me, because I plan on fucking your pretty little pussy all night."

Dave stripped himself, showing off his swollen erection, he looked painfully hard. He reached to the bedside table grabbing my vibrator with a smirk.

Dave hummed as he turned it on, teasing the buzzing up my inner thighs.

He pushed my legs farther apart, and slowly eased the toy between my lips. "Ooooooh!" I moaned, squirming to get closer. "Just wait, sweetheart," Dave purred.

"This is nothing compared to how good I'll make you feel." Dave circled the head of his cock over my folds, pressing the tip against my swollen bud.

He groaned as he pushed his length into me, I was already soaked from all his teasing and he slid in perfectly.

I bucked up against him, my entire body thrumming as he moved inside me. His hips moved in time to the vibrator as he fucked me, his eyes glowing brightly in pleasure.

He pressed and rubbed the buzzing vibrator onto my clit, his hips thrusting faster.

"Oh god, oh god, ooooohhhhhhhhh!" I cried as he fucked me, I was on the edge, close to coming. But before I could, he withdrew the vibrator and pressed a button, sending the toy into a rapid vibrate.

It hit my clit perfectly, sending me into a frenzy.

My legs shook, quivered, trembled, everything, as I came, screaming Dave's name. I tried to hold on for dear life, but it was too much.

Dave was still thrusting into me, holding me tight, almost as if he were afraid I might float away. I finally regained myself enough to realize that Dave hadn't yet finished himself off.

I purposely clenched my hole, tightening around him.

It only took him a few final thrusts before he shot his load inside me, filing me with that familiar warmth.

"That's it, yeah, you did so good," Dave heaved, glancing up at me.

Dave was quick to untie me, pulling me close

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erwinsvow · 5 months

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THEY FINALLY GOT TOGETHER OMGGG THANK U FOR GOT WHAT U WANTED!!!! what about when they actually finally start dating, how would that dynamic be??

ahhhhh i know!!!!!! my babies i feel like they finally have their story the way i wanted it to be, even though i rushed it a little i think its fitting theyre so in love they really couldnt drag it out much longer without the grand confession. and theyre so toxic everyone else in their life is sick of them lying to each other that theyre 'just friends'

omg what a darling question stopppp! i think lots and lots of like, almost forgetting theyre a couple. they always hang out alone, always sleep over, go out to eat etc, so nothing is truly different. i can imagine like neither tell their parents but one day rafe kisses you on his way out of the room and theyre like... um do you have something to tell us?!!?

i think kook trio reader take it a little bit lighter than rafe does, still tries to plan stuff with the boys but gets convinced to roll around in bed with rafe instead. she ofc likes her time with her boys tho so lots of like just random kisses in between swings at golf, they have to yell at rafe to go back and finish his play, even more posessiveness/jealousy but now he can say like 'get away from my girl' while kelce and top just roll their eyes and she stares at rafe at googly cuz she likes her man possessive now that shes actually his

but the long and short of it is that theyre still just best friends and the same clingy people they were before , they can just show off now which they both love <3 esp kook trio reader shes a jelly bitch. loves sitting on his lap at parties and when a girl comes over to buy coke she'll be the one to hand it to her or count the money for rafe

i feel like rafe also is goofy and kelce and top DESPISE it but when they have their beach or boat days and shes in one of her normal bikinis he's all "stop starin' at my girl you freaks. she's taken" and theyre like "you mean our best friend?"

or when she's like "kelce and i are going to see that movie, you wanna come?" he's like "sounds sus. i know you have a habit of falling for your so-called best friends. ill meet you there." fasfkjnj

#this is ass but my fingers hurt from typing and my team is abt to play and im anxious </3 #i hope u like it.. i love u so much #rafe cameron #kook trio reader

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fuckingstrange · 10 months

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| Day4: Intoxicated |

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WARNINGS: Grinding, Cumming in pants, Drinking, Intoxicated Reader, Reader got a bit too drunk, smut (obvi)

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WORDS: 393

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PAIRING: Spencer Reid x M!Reader

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Dives right into the smut bc reader is wasted

Wkddnoxnalsnx My head hurts so much concussions fucking suck (this has literally nothing to do with the fic I'm just taking)

HELLA RUSHED AND REMADE LIKE FOUR FUCKING TIMES BC I CAN'T WRITE SMUT THAT WELL. AHHHHH.

You stumble your way into Reid's apartment, having been too stubborn to accept his help. "I.. am a grown man," You claim. "I know how to walk.". Reid chuckles, helping you over to the couch anyways. He feels the light kiss you press to his jaw when he pulls you to sit down with him, cocking an eyebrow and narrowing his eyes. "You can walk. But can you behave?" He asks half jokingly, though getting the answer (no.) when you suddenly lean up and kiss him. He sighs but kisses back, thinking you'll behave enough that this won't go past making out. He's surely mistaken. After a few minutes of kissing, he feels you rut against his thigh with a needy whine, his eyes widening. He pulls back from the kiss to glance down, seeing you grind your growing erection against his thigh. He looks back up at you with an unsure look, though hearing how needy your whines and moans are he just presses his leg up more against you.

"Kiss- Kiss me. more." You slur, leaning back down to capture his lips in a desperate kiss. He swallows each and every moan that falls from your mouth, his hands resting on your thighs as he feels them flex with the movement of your hips. It's surprisingly not long before your movements grow desperate, your orgasm building up as well as the neediness within your noises. "Shh.. shh.. almost there.." Spencer soothes absent mindedly, bouncing his leg a bit to help stimulate your weeping cock, seeing how it strains against your pants.

Your movements falter, giving a weak buck as you cum with a strangled moan, your head falling onto his shoulder. Your body trembles from the overwhelming pleasure, not even able to care that your seed is soaking into your pants. Spencer rubs your back, your hips movements slowing to a stop as you come down from the high.

Spencer feels sloppy kisses being pressed against his neck, smiling at the non-verbal "thank you" he's grown used to getting from you after moments like this. He kisses your cheek before laying back, adjusting you to lay on your side on the couch. "I'm gonna go get you water. help you sober up. And aspirin for tomorrow." You hear him whisper, though his words muffled since you're already beginning to doze off.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x m!reader #x male reader #Hotboxed X-mas ficlist #smut #rushed fanfic #help I literally cried to my teacher today

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grumpypixistix · 8 months

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Ahhhhh, your Miguel O'hara x Shy!reader is so amazing! We more Shy readers/Miguel O'hara in this world! Can we have Shy!reader and Miguel O'hara making out in the closet please? When you have the time?

AHHHH thank you!! That means a lot to me ❤️❤️❤️And I completely agree with you, we need more shy!reader x Miguel in our lives 🧎🏽‍♀️ But of course I can, lovely! :)

P.S. Thank you for being patient with me, I really do appreciate it. I’ve been through a rough patch lately but I have been slowly working on this, so I hope you enjoy <3

Seven minutes in heaven

Miguel O’Hara x Shy!reader (Both are in college)

Warnings- Groping, fingering while making out, mentions of alcohol

18+ MINORS DNI

This was not something you had planned to run into. All you wanted to do was go back to your dorm room and sleep for the rest of the night after bombing one of the tests you had studied so hard on.

But your roomate had other plans for tonight.

“Seriously, no. I don’t want to go anywhere tonight, I just wanna get some sleep”, You pleaded for the third time.

Your roommate looked at you and scoffed, shaking her head in disapproval.

“Absolutely not. You worked so hard on that stupid test, you should at least celebrate the effort! Besides, you know Mr. Daniels is a shitty professor. If anything, he should’ve given you an A”, Christine tried to reason with you.

You stared at her for a little while before letting out a deep sigh, “Yeah, I did work pretty hard on it…”

“See? Now will you come with me or are you going to stay here and loathe in your own despair?”

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked down in thought, weighing out the options. On one hand, you should be re-studying for the test you failed. But on the other hand… it would help with the stress and boredom of having to sit at your desk all night.

You looked at your roommate with a defeated sigh, “Fine… I’ll come with you, just this once.”

Christine grinned widely and rushed over to the closet, grabbing an extra set of clothes.

“Awesome! I’m going to get changed…” She paused and looked at you, “Wear something nice. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself tonight.”

You chuckled softly and shook your head, finding an outfit to wear for the night, “If you say so.”

Christine held your hand as the two of you moved through the crowded party, looking for drinks. You told her that the last thing you wanted was to lose her at some random party, which she had a habit of doing already. But she agreed to not wander off too far, which was somewhat helpful. Once the two of you found something to drink, Christine leaned against the wall next to you and took a swig of her beer.

“See? I told you it would be fun, right?” Christine spoke to you, trying to fight off the loud blaring music.

You looked at her and shrugged, taking a big gulp from your bottle, “I guess. It’s really… loud and crowded.”

“Well, duh. That’s the whole point of a party! Come on, let’s make you some new friends!”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head vigorously, “Uh uh. No way.”

Christine frowned at you after taking another drink of her beer, “Why not??”

“I don’t… I don’t know anyone here.”

She just chuckled at you, “That’s why they’re new friends. C’mon, I’ll be there with you.”

You frowned at the idea of talking to a whole bunch of people you’ve never spoken a word to. Keeping to yourself was your personal choice, and it suited you… mostly. Scoring dates with anyone was extremely difficult, especially when you were scared of talking to new people.

After being forced to meet some drunk strangers, you eventually ended up standing in a corner by yourself. Holding your drink in your hand, you scanned the crowded room for your roommate. When you couldn’t find her anymore, you sighed and gave up for now, taking a swig of your drink.

Suddenly, you felt someone get shoved into you, making your drink nearly fly out of your hand.

“Jesus-!” You exclaimed, trying to figure out who ran into you.

“I’m so sorry- are you okay-?” The man asked you, clearly worried.

You could tell just from his tone alone that he was also one of the few sober people in the party.

“I- I’m fine-“ You mumbled, noticing what the man looked like.

He was tall with dark slicked hair, tan skin and fairly plump lips. His eyes were dark and enchanting, you felt that you couldn’t pull your gaze away from them. It wasn’t until he spoke again through the loud noise that your trance had ended.

“I’m really sorry about that, some drunk asshole just ran into me and caused me to hit you. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You let out a soft chuckle and nodded, “I’m- I’m okay, I promise.”

“Okay, good… Uh- I’m Miguel, by the way”, he spoke as he pointed at himself with a sheepish smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miguel” You hummed, quietly exchanging your name to him.

“It’s nice to meet you, too” Miguel spoke, offering you a gentle smile.

Normally, the small talk made you unbearably uncomfortable… but for some reason, Miguel’s smile and voice made you calm in the chaotic environment. You suddenly wished that you could be alone with him, wanting to leave the party.

But you couldn’t leave Christine behind, especially if she was drunk.

“So… do you come to parties often?” Miguel asked, your thoughts stopping abruptly.

You quietly shook your head with a sip of your drink, “No, not really..”

Miguel let out a chuckle and nodded, “I’m kind of the same way, honestly. I just… don’t have much energy to go out a lot. What about you?”

“Uh- …I don’t- I don’t really talk to many people” You muttered sheepishly, a little embarrassed in front of him.

Instead of what you were expecting, Miguel’s brows raised up in slight shock.

“Really? You’re very pretty and sweet… I’m just shocked, I figured you were more social…”

Miguel paused when he noticed your facial expression, quickly clarifying himself.

“Not that that’s a bad thing. It’s actually kind of cute.”

Your face went from slightly offended to flustered in a matter of seconds, cheeks burning up into a light pink color. He quickly caught onto it and smirked.

“Someone’s shy, huh?”

“Shush-“ You mumbled, trying to contain the smile that was trying to pull at your lips.

“See? You are shy! It’s cute” Miguel teased again, a large grin on his lips.

You looked away and shook your head, eyes widening when you felt his hand gently grab your chin to make you look at him. He looked into your eyes for a few moments and letting out a small chuckle, making you freeze in the moment.

“You are very pretty, though..”

Your face grew hotter with each passing moment, a quiet laugh leaving your lips, “You think so?”

“Of course I do” Miguel answers, looking away for a few moments to search for something before looking back at you, “I… I hope this isn’t weird, but do you think we could talk somewhere a little more quieter? It’s okay if you say no, I’d understand.”

You looked at him for a few moments, noticing he was being completely genuine with what he said. After considering the options and possible outcomes, you slowly nodded your head.

“That’s okay with me” You responded, lips slowly forming into a small smile.

Miguel offered his hand and helped guide you out of the crowded party, going towards the closet he was looking at earlier. After the two of you slipped into the tiny closet, the loud music and chatter had finally been muffled, making the both of you sigh in relief.

“Thank god it’s quieter in here” You hummed.

“I know, I could barely hear your voice.. I’m glad I can hear it clearly now” Miguel responded, a gentle expression on his face.

A quiet laugh left your lips as your walls finally crumbled down, feeling more comfortable with him. What was it about him that made you feel like this…?

“I’m glad I can hear you, too” You spoke softly, giving Miguel a sweet smile.

Miguel grinned brightly, his arm touching yours from the limited space in the closet. You looked up at him with a small chuckle and noticed how close the two of you were. Miguel seemed to notice this as well, his eyes flicking up to your eyes and down at your lips for a split moment before looking away.

“So… What now?” You hummed, looking over at Miguel.

Miguel chuckled as he shrugged and let out a long breath, “I have no idea… do you?”

“Not really… why’d you come to the party anyways? I’m just curious.”

“My friend invited me to come, but I haven’t even found him yet. I bet he’s probably upstairs… I’d rather not check, though” Miguel answers, grimacing at the last thought.

A groan and chuckle left your lips as you also imagined the idea, shaking your head. “Oh god..”

“I know… why’d you come? If you claim you don’t talk to many people, why come to a place full of them?”

If any other person asked that question, that probably would’ve been the end of the conversation. But since Miguel seemed genuinely interested, you just shook your head with a sigh.

“My friend dragged me here because I failed my test… so she wanted to celebrate my efforts” You answered truthfully.

“So she decided to celebrate… here?” Miguel chuckled, slightly baffled at the information.

“I know, not really the greatest choice, but… I appreciate the thought, at least… she’s really the only one I talk to” You responded with a slight chuckle.

Miguel hummed and nodded his head, suddenly feeling something touch your hand. You looked down to see his hand slowly intertwining with yours, a bright blush forming on your face. You look back up at Miguel and see the soft look remaining on his face, a tint on his cheeks as well.

“That can change… if you want it to” Miguel spoke quietly, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles as he moved closer to you.

A warm bubbly feeling emerged inside your stomach, looking up at him with flushed cheeks as your heart pounded quicker. Nobody ever cared like Miguel did, and it surprised you. It was almost… comforting.

You nodded slowly as your breath grew shaky, feeling the tension rise between the both of you. Miguel could sense it, moving a strand of your hair out of your face and giving you a small smile.

“I’d like that…” You finally answered, feeling yourself drift closer to him.

Miguel noticed your sudden draw to him, slowly leaning in as well. He didn’t rush anything, he just let everything happen naturally and didn’t force you to do a thing. After a few more moments of the two of you leaning in, your lips found his in a soft kiss. Miguel cupped your face with one hand and wrapped the other arm around your waist, following your pace as he kissed you back.

A wave of something else came through and took over the both of you, Miguel’s kisses slowly growing more passionate. A quiet sigh fell from your lips as you melted in his grasp, tongues touching each other as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Before his hands began to wander, he gently pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath before speaking.

“Are you okay with me…?” Miguel’s breath falters as he shudders, lips ghosting over yours.

When it registers to you what he’s asking for, you nod your head quietly and place a soft kiss to his lips, “Go ahead, Miguel…”

As soon as you give him the okay, you quietly gasped as you felt his hand gently massage your ass. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, his other hand wandering down to your hip and leaning you up against the wall, earning a moan out of you. Miguel removed his lips from your mouth to cover your neck with kisses, your head tilting back as the contact of his warmth sent chills through your body. The wetness between your legs only grew more and more as he spoiled you with his mouth.

Soft and gentle moans filled the small closet as Miguel touched you, his hands moving up to focus on your breasts. His hands caressed and squeezed your clothed breasts, a low moan escaping Miguel’s mouth. Your teeth tugged down on your bottom lip, eyes rolling back as he sucked the skin on your neck. With each moan and whimper you let out, it only drove Miguel crazier by the second.

Suddenly, you felt Miguel’s hand move up your thigh and in between your legs, his fingers gently rubbing your clothed clit. The contact made you let out a breathy moan, finding his lips in a hungry kiss as his hand continued to work delicately on the ball of nerves. Your hand tugged on his hair as your other hand clawed at his shoulder, kisses growing hotter as you felt the butterflies in your lower stomach.

“Miguel…” You moaned out in between kisses, becoming even more soaked under his touch.

Miguel let out a shaky breath as he heard the sound of you moaning his name, unraveling something inside of him. He couldn’t wait anymore, he had to please you. How could he not with the way you were being so sweet underneath him?

“Fuck, sweetheart…” Miguel groaned, his hand moving to dip inside your panties and feeling your wet arousal.

The warmness of his fingers finally touching your pussy made you drown in ecstasy, hands wandering wherever they could as he pleased you with his own. His fingertips rubbing right against your exposed nub made your legs tremble from underneath you, clinging onto Miguel for dear life so you wouldn’t collapse. His head moved away from your neck to meet your lips again, his lips muffling your surprised moan when one of his thick fingers slips into your pussy with ease.

“Aah~! M-“ You tried to speak Miguel’s name, but get cut off from his kiss once more.

“Shhh, está bien, princesa. Déjame cuidarte” Miguel hushed lowly, moving his finger slowly in and out of your soaking cunt.

Your moans came out as needy whimpers as Miguel’s thick finger shoved back deep inside of you, kissing his hot lips eagerly with each thrust. Any kind of plead you made came out incoherently, babbling over and over again. Miguel clicked his tongue and slid his finger out of your pussy, now soaked with your juices. A shudder escaped you as the soaked finger moved up to your clit, whimpering at the loss of Miguel’s thick finger.

“Please-“ You cried, brows furrowed together in desperate pleasure.

Miguel just chuckled at your attempt to speak, placing a kiss to your raw lips, “Please what? Go ahead, bebita, ask me.”

“Fuck~ Miguel- I- I want.. both fingers inside me…” You stuttered out, gasping softly as Miguel gently rubbed your clit with his soaked fingers.

Miguel cooed and placed sweet kisses to your lips and cheeks, moving to whisper in your ear, “Good girl..”

A breathy moan left you as he praised you, feeling his fingers move down and slowly fill your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure and began to grind your hips against his hand, his tongue entering your mouth in a heated kiss. His fingers curl rapidly against your g-spot, making your lower stomach flutter and your legs quiver. Your sweet moans and cries only turned Miguel on more and more, his tongue trailing down your neck and nibbling on the soft skin. The wet clicks of his fingers moving in and out of your pussy filled the tight closet, the air being filled by the smell of sex pairing with both of your moans.

“There-! Oh, Miguel~!” You mewled, breath growing quicker as his fingers fucked you senseless.

Seeing you completely weak in his arms motivated Miguel to make you cum like it was his mission, making sure to switch between his two fingers and rubbing your clit with his thumb. The combination made the knot in your stomach grow tighter, feeling your whole body tremble as you kissed Miguel passionately. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of your walls squeezing his fingers, the lewd sounds only growing louder as he helped you chase for your orgasm. Your face buried into the crook of his neck as you felt the coil in your stomach burst, moaning desperately.

“Fuck, I’m-!“ You whimpered, trying to warn Miguel only after it was too late.

“That’s it, cum for me~ Cum all over my fingers~” Miguel growled, feeling your pussy squeeze his fingers and your legs shake vigorously.

You let out a series of pleasured cries against Miguel’s neck, cumming on his fingers and collapsing in his arms. He catches you with his free arm, continuing to mutter praises about your pussy as he drags out your orgasm. You let out broken moans at his praises, becoming slightly overstimulated from his thick fingers deep inside your sopping pussy.

“Miiguelll-!” You whined, hitting your palms against his chest to try and signal him.

Miguel panted and finally stopped as you told him to, catching his breath and carefully slipping his fingers out of you. A relieved moan left your red lips as he held you close, pressing kisses to your temple and down to your mouth. You kissed him back and parted from him to catch your own breath, cupping his face with your shaky hands. The two of you stood in that closet for a few moments, trying to regain composure before saying a word. After some time, Miguel leaned in to give you a soft and passionate kiss.

“Are you okay?” Miguel asked quietly after pulling away, his hands wrapped around your waist.

You nod up at him and place a kiss to his cheek, a small smile resting on your lips, “Mhm..”

Miguel smiles softly at you and begins to gently grind his hips against yours, the smile on your lips forming into a small ‘o’ as you moan quietly. Before Miguel could say anything else, you heard the voice of someone calling your name. Your eyes widened slightly as you recognized it was Christine’s voice, Miguel moving away to help you with your dress. As he got the idea to ask how he would be able to talk to you again, you quickly stumbled out of the closet to look for your roommate, hoping she wouldn’t see your flustered face.

He regretted not being able to get some sort of contact from you, letting out a sigh as he just stood alone in the small closet. Miguel looked down at his hand and noticed some of your slick was still on his fingers, raising it up to his mouth and licking it clean. A quiet groan left him as he tasted your arousal, wishing he could’ve buried his warm cock inside of you…

But surely, Miguel would see you around campus… right?

#atsv miguel #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #miguel atsv #across the spiderverse

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archer-fb · 1 year

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Only for you mommy!

i need him rn, more like i needed him yesterday

A/N - the things i want to do to this man

cw - fem!reader, demon!reader, strap on, cock ring, butt plug, mommy kink, sub/dom, Akaza being a little needy boy, smut babyyyyy, degrading, praise kink, edging, aftercare, cuddles

You come home after a long day of demon slayers trying to kill you. You're annoyed as hell and ready to "blow off some steam".

Akaza hears you walk in, "Y/n! I'm in the bedroom!" he shouts. You rush to the bedroom getting impatient, and you enter seeing just a lovely site.

"All this just for me, Akaza?" you say just above a whisper. "All prepped and ready for me, baby? Have you been waiting for me all day just to get fucked by mommy's cock?"

"Y-yes mommy! Just for you!" he says needy, already a whimpering mess. "I n-need you mommy..."

"Mmm, maybe you should beg like the needy whore you are. Just waiting with a plug in your ass and a cock ring on. Such a needy little baby," you say loving every part of this.

"Please mo-mommy, please! I need you so bad, please! I'm so ready for you! Please, Mommy, do whatever you want to me! I'm all yours!" he whimpers loudly.

"Whatever I want huh? I'll be sure to do whatever I want," you say menacingly into his ear. You start off by finding the special box in your closet, you find one of your bigger strap-ons, one filled with such detailed veins. It happens to be his favorite one, not that he told you that, you just know. But you don't forget to grab your red ropes as a special surprise for him.

"Mommy pleaseeee~ I n-need to be with filled with your cock. Mommy please, I'll do anything. Anything you want," he says lust clouding his brain.

"Oh I'll be sure to do anything I want, baby" you say with a sultry smile with a dark look in your eyes. You hold up the ropes and shake them a little and you see his face drop just a bit. Though he's still drooling at the sight of your strap.

As soon as you get in reach of Akaza his hands are on you whining for you to touch him. You slap his hands away, "uh uh uh, baby, did I say you could touch me? You did say I could do whatever I wanted to you. Won't you be my good boy and let me do that?" you whisper into his ear holding his wrists above his head.

"Yes! I'll be your good boy, I promise! I'll do as you say!," he says squirming impatiently.

You quickly get to work on tying him up beautifully, making sure to outline his beautiful chest and crotch. You can't help but smirk as see him squirm and try to get out, but he knows better than to break out.

"Mmm you look even better now, baby. You're all tied up meaning I can have my way with you, and you can do nothing but take it. All you can do is sit here looking pretty while I use you as I please." you say while giving light touches to his dick laughing softly every time you see it twitch.

"M-mommy please just touch me, please. It hurts so bad." he whines pathetically, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

All it does is make you laugh more, "Oh?" you say feigning innocence, "Where does it hurt? Maybe here?" you circles his nipples, laughing as he shakes his head no. "Hmm, maybe here then," you say as you trace his abdomen.

"N-no! It hurts down there! Between my legs!" he shouts on the verge of crying.

"Use your words, baby, I'm not a mind reader." you say looking bored.

"My dick! Mommy, it hurts so bad! Please just touch me there." he whines with his pupils blown wide.

"Well all you had to was ask, honey" you say as you harshly grab his dick, squeezing and jerking him off as fast as you can. All while blowing air on his nipples just to seem him twitch more.

"Ahhhhh~ Mommy, cumming! Can I cum, please?" he says his eyes glazed over.

"Of course you can baby, you've been such a good boy after all," as soon as you say that he's cumming so much. His head leaning back, tongue hanging out of his mouth. He jumps as you start to move the butt plug in him.

"I-I'm still sensitive mommy! Ah~!" he says his eyes rolling back into his head.

"Oh honey... You said I could do anything I want to you, and I intend to do just that, now be a good boy and just take it." you whisper into his ear as you take out the plug.

His breath hitches as you immediately slam your strap deep into his ass, he cums on spot. "Oh hun, I didn't say you could cum, did I?" you tsk.

He shakes his head no and as he's about to start talking you cut him off with a sharp thrust and a grab of his hair and say, "Good boys don't cum without permission, which makes you a naughty boy. And naughty boys get punished."

"N-no mommy please! Please I don't wanna be edged!" he babbles incoherently.

"Well you should have thought about that a minute ago. baby" you say sinisterly.

"How many times have you been edged, baby?" you whisper into his ear

"F-four times, mommy, four times" Akaza replies weakly

"Good boy," you coo, "such a good boy for counting. I think someone deserves a little reward, hm? You wanna cum, baby?"

"Ye-yes! Please mommy! Can I cum? Pretty please~?" he whines breathly.

"Go for it, baby, been such a good boy," you hum while speeding up your thrusts. You play with his nipples just a bit more to get him there.

"Cumming~!" he shouts with his eyes rolled back and his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Thick, white spurts of cum onto his shaking chest.

"Such a good boy for mommy, you did so good," you murmur into his ear pulling out. "I'm gonna clean you up then we can take a bath okay, honey?"

When you come back a few minutes later with a warm washcloth you see Akaza dozing off murmuring your name, "Y/n, come back."

"I'm right here, baby, right here. Now let's get you cleaned up then we can take a nice bath, that sound good?" you ask picking him up.

"O-okay, just please stay with me," he says softly before falling back asleep.

"I love you so, so much Akaza. My sweet, good boy," you say into his hair.

finally got this done, sorry if the second half is not as good im sick with covid, but i do hope you guys enjoy

#🏹 akaza posts #sub akaza #akaza x reader #kny #sub kny #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #akaza smut #dom reader

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creativitysparks4everxoxo · 1 year

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It's the little things: A Mirage Appreciation Post

**Transformers: ROTB spoilers ahead!!!**

Now it's time for me to talk about all the little things that Mirage did in ROTB that made me smile. I know, I know, I could just say "exist" and that would cut this post hella short and save me some time. But where's the fun in that? 🤪 My ROTB brainrot is bad!

There is no order, because Mirage is a rebel and I like that. I like it A LOT!

He messed with Noah by re-locking his door twice before he FINALLY let Noah enter. But then when Noah wanted to peace out because he realized that stealing Mirage may not be so easy after all, MIRAGE LOCKS HIM IN!!! He really said, "You're not going anywhere. You're mine now!" and then proceeds to kidnap Noah. Kidnapping is no laughing matter, but omg I just found that hilarious. 🤣

Mirage asked Noah multiple times to give him a little tap, and it was nice to see that in this moment Noah slowly became relaxed around Mirage and no longer felt scared of him.

*Noah falls hard on a bunch of junk after failing miserably to discreetly escape the Autobot meeting he was not invited to* Mirage: He's perfect!!! 🤣🤣 Basically, Mirage saw his new human friend try to escape and he thought nope! Let me rope him into our mission so that I can spend more time with him. He's slick af! 👀

I like how chill and reassuring Mirage is with Kris. He knew that moment with Noah and Kris is delicate, because Noah is trying to convince his little brother not to worry, even though he knows he's about to go on a very dangerous mission that he may not come back from. Kris tells Mirage to watch out for his brother and Mirage says, "You got it, little man." and reassures Kris that he's got Noah's back and promises that he will protect him. And he does! He freaking keeps that promise!!!!! 🥲🥲🥲

The sad look on Mirage's face when Noah rushes passed him to comfort Elena and make sure she's okay after she is safely rescued from a corrupted Airazor. He even tries to reach out a servo because he probably feels so bad that Elena was almost killed, and now Noah is freaking out because Elena was almost killed. The moment is brief but it was very sweet. He cares so much! 🥲🥲

I love, I mean FREAKING LOVE the scene when Mirage tries to peek into Kris' bedroom window to see what him and Noah are up to. I love this scene so much because he really could not help himself! It's adorable! He even tries standing on top of another car and of course the car is not strong enough to support his massive frame. But he tried! He really tried to be discreet and take a little peek because he is an alien robot, so it's natural for him to be curious about humans. And more importantly, curious about Noah. 🥺

That look on Mirage's face when Noah initiates a fist bump before he heads out to distract Scourge to buy Noah and Elena time to shut down the transwarp key control panel. It's just so AHHHHH! He's so happy and he just takes a few moments to look back at Noah. His smile in this scene is everything. 🥺

Mirage used his last remaining bit of strength to power his built in walkie talkie so that Noah could talk to Kris. And then he transformed into an exosuit and fused with Noah's body as a last, desperate attempt to protect him. 🥲🥲🥲🥲 I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING!!!!

"But what about for friendship? 🙂" I'm sorry, but that line KILLS ME! 🤣 It's sooooo cheesy but it's just so funny to me! Mirage has known Noah for like 10 minutes and he is so eager to be friends with him. It's really cute.

🌟 Edit: Since I got called out QUICK for not adding it (I wanted to see how fast people would react to that line not being mentioned 🤭), here it is:

"*scoffs!* Work friends??! You've been inside me!!!"

Yeah, I'm convinced that Mirage knew exacty what he was doing when he said that and he is 100% that bot that will not hesitate to remind you of his awesomeness. He is not a "work friend" and "work friends" just sounds too formal and weird in this particular setting. He also could have just been oblivious to the sexual connotations associated with that line because he is an alien robot. But then again, somehow I doubt that. He's seen movies and has most likely been to drive-in theatres. I bet he said it to get a reaction out of Noah. Yes, that sounds more accurate. 🤣

Yeah, so basically Mirage is best bot and I think Pete Davidson absolutely nailed this role! 👏🏾 He gave it his all and he actually became Mirage. I thoroughly enjoyed Mirage throughout the entire movie and he better be in the next movie. 😤

🤩😍🥰

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