#sorry it took so long for me to respond to this

[graphicpepsi]

violet (nsfw, mdni)

what about König who's too tired from a long mission to fuck you proper?

" 'm sorry, liebling," he pants, his broad figure slumped over yours as he twitched inside of you. he looks at you with lidded eyes, his cock leaking into you.

"it's okay, Kö." you say lovingly, stroking his cheek softly, smiling at the way he leaned into your touch. your pussy was throbbing around him, begging to be fucked like it usually was- but König was far too tired tonight.

It only took a few short pumps in your tight cunt before he shuddered inside of you, cumming inside your eager pussy.

He came hard, too- the sudden relief flooding his body like a relapse. His head tilted back as he pushed his cock further into your warm cunt.

The feeling of his cum inside of you made you squirm, desperate for any sort of relief.

His eyes had dark bags underneath them and his body was sore, but he wanted to take care of you.

He pulls out his cock from your aching pussy, murmuring soft apologies. You're about to protest when two thick, calloused fingers press into your cunt.

It's almost embarrassing how quickly his fingers are sucked into you, but you're too wet to care.

"Mm, please König," You arch into his fingers, hands fisting the satin sheets below you. It's not long before a wet spot forms below you, your slick running down the inside of your thighs and around his wrist.

You look down to see his veiny arm flexing more fingers into you, plunging into your gummy walls rough and fast.

He smiles tiredly at the whines coming from your lips.

"You like this, ja? What about this?"

You don't even have time to respond before you feel his tongue on your cunt. His warm, wet tongue licking around your pussy felt like heaven. He lapped at you like a man starved, slurping your sweet slick into his mouth without hesitation.

He pumps his fingers into you harder, his tongue only pausing to briefly spit on your cunt.

God, you loved him like this; stoic eyes focused on the way your cunt squeezes around his fingers, his tongue.

He pins your hips down against the mattress so you can't buck them up against him, licking and fucking into you further.

"God, König, I'm gonna cum-"

He spits on your cunt, slaps your clit with his wet hand.

"Go on, love, cum for me."

He pushes his thumb against your clit and the friction pushes you over the edge. Your body shakes as you cum around him, his tongue eagerly lapping up every drop he can get.

It takes you a few moments to come down, and when you do he's still cleaning you up with his mouth.

"Fuck, Köni," You pant, watching as dark red hickeys begin to bloom across your inner thighs.

"I'm sorry I couldn't fuck you proper, schatz." He had genuine guilt in his eyes.

"It's ok, Kö, you're tired," You sit up on your forearms as he tilts your head towards his, "You know I love it when you use your tongue."

He presses a hard kiss to your lips, the taste of you still on him.

[midnightsxblue]

MY PARENTS’ RINGS

carl grimes x fem!reader

(you and carl have been “married” since childhood.)

tags: flufffff, slight angst, mentions of death.

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You’ve known Carl since you were born. Your moms were bestfriends from high school who’d miraculously gotten pregnant around the same time which, naturally, made you best friends as well. You can’t remember your guys’ first play date, you’d been having sleepovers with him every weekend as well.

Around kindergarten, there was an activity in class where you guys could make jewelry. Carl at the time was completely in love with you, although then you weren’t particularly interested in boys and were more interested in exploring and adventures, you needed someone to go on adventures with.

So, when he’d walked up to you on the playground with the ring he made very poorly, your five year old brain knew exactly where it was going. He proposed to you right there in the pokey wood chips under the slide which by the way was covered in cobwebs. How romantic. You thought that if he’d gone on many adventures with you previously, if he was your husband he’d be forced to be your adventure partner. So you said yes. On the condition he’d be by your side for all your escapades. “Anything for you angel.” He responded.

He held you to it, too. He’d continue to call you his wife and angel, a nickname that’d stick for the rest of your childhood. Everyone knew how much he’d loved you and how much he protected you from anything that could possibly harm you in any way. There was a spider in your room? He’d kill it. Someone was bothering you? He’d help you work it out. You got in an argument with your parents? He was close enough with them to argue with them for you. You ended up helping him through the death of his own father who was also someone you’d looked up to for a long time.

Then, the apocalypse started. You were at Carl’s house with Lori when Shane had arrived to round everyone up. They’d return back to your house to rally up your parents but when Shane went inside to get them, you heard his gun go off a couple times.

He walked out that house alone with a big frown on his face.

So you sobbed the whole time and Carl cuddled your side, holding your hand and occasionally shed some tears. He helped you process it, granted you both were ten but he knew what it was like to lose a parent. When Rick came back, he apologized oddly enough. “Angel…I’m sorry my dad came back.” He told you as you hid in the blanket on your cot that was set up in the Grimes’ tent. You flipped over on your side to look at him. “Why did yours get to come back and not mine?”

Your guys’ “marriage” hit a rough patch to say the least. At some point, Carl walked up to Rick with the dilemma. “My wife is mad at me…how do you make mom feel better?” He asked. Rick informed Lori on the situation and she helped you understand. So from there you dropped your little grudge and realized that you loved Carl back. It only took you maybe five years and yeah you were quite young to know you loved him the way you did, but he was the only person in your life who’d stay consistent; even with the world dying.

A good amount of time had passed, when Shane died the first thing you wanted to do was take anything he possibly had on him. So, you took his 22 necklace and his jacket. Handling his dead body that young wasn’t ideal but you needed to remember him. You shoved his necklace in your pockets and threw his jacket on before escaping from the walkers flooding into the farm.

Upon finding safety, you pull out Shane’s necklace to discover he’d kept your parents rings on his necklace. You didn’t say anything about it, you hid them for the right time. He’d notice them later but he kept quiet about it.

You’d gone through the prison, then Terminus. It felt like Carl had never stopped touching you throughout everything. He was holding your hand or maybe even had his hand gripping your thigh. He’d reassure you by holding you or kissing your cheek repeatedly. He made sure you were well fed while you and the group were on the road after losing Beth. “Here, Angel, take this.” He handed you half of his granola bar.

“Angel, need some water to wash that down?” Abraham nudged a water bottle your way, Carl looked at him funny which caught a couple people’s attentions. Abraham looked around. “What?” He questioned. No one really responded but Tara spoke up, clearing her throat awkwardly before speaking. “I’ve uh…I’ve learnt that ‘Angel’ is just a Carl thing.” She explains. Abraham processes and Rick sort of laughs. “Yeah I’ve known her since she’s was born…he won’t even let me call her that either.” He looks to Carl with a teasing smile, prompting the others to sort of smirk and giggle themselves. “Well my apologies.”

Carl gives Abraham a forgiving nod.

Getting to Alexandria was like a breath of fresh air. You and Carl were able to be somewhat of a normal teenage couple who could go on dates and make out in places they shouldn’t. He helped ease your nerves with the new environment, despite his own considering he didn’t know how real Alexandria really was.

He’d fallen more and more in love with you. At some point he’d brought up your kindergarten marriage.

“Do you remember when you said yes when I proposed to you in kindergarten?” He smiled at you as you leaned your head on his shoulder. The two of you were stargazing on a bench by Alexandria’s pond. “Yeah you’ve never let me forget it.” You respond with a small giggle. He pulled back to look at you. “Well I was thinking…with the way the world is and everything.” He chuckles nervously, looking down at your hands which were tightly gripping each other’s, “Maybe we can really be married.”

He stared at you, anticipating your answer. “Well, I dunno what you mean, we’ve been married this whole time.” You say sort of jokingly, causing him to smile, “I think you just mean official rings. I mean we’ve held the label this whole time. Not to mention you’ve stuck to your vows.” You remind him of how he’d promised to stick with you throughout everything. He nods for a moment, his eyes lingering on your face as he admires how beautiful you are in the light of the pretty moon. “Official rings would be nice.”

Without another word, you pulled your hand away, causing Carl’s expression to drop a tad as you dig into your pocket. Your hand comes back out of your jeans in a fist and you stick your hand out, gesturing for him to put his own out. He places his hand out flat and you drop two rings, the metals knocking into each other with a small clink as he looks into your eyes. “Wait really? Aren’t these…” His voice trails off and he looks at you intently.

“My parents’ rings.”

There’s a moment of silence before you take your dad’s ring from his palm and take his left hand, slipping it gently onto his ring finger. It fit perfectly, almost like it was fitted to him. He looks at it for what felt like ages before taking your mother’s ring in his hand. He gently held your left hand, sliding it on to your ring finger. The two of you put your hands between your bodies and just stare.

He tilts his head back up to look at you and before you could fully look at him he kissed you, gently holding the side of your face while he did so.

It was one of the thousands of kisses he’d given you, but this one was different.

Maybe you could go on honeymoon.

a/n: so anon actually wanted this full of fluff but i couldn’t help myself with some parts of angst LMAOOO sorry anon i hope u still like it. i actually think this is the cutest fucking thing i’ve written in a long ass time I LOVEEE IT SM!!! also for those who’ve been waiting for let me make it up to you part two THAT SHITS BEEN OUT idk not as many ppl saw it and there’s sm smut in that shit >_< anyway thank u sm for this cute ass request it was so fun to write and it got me out of my writing funk :)))

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[haetrack]

HEY HEY ITS 🪐 ANON I JUST GOT OFF WORK AND AJAJWKWK

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IMAGINE HARCHAN NUZZLING INTO U WHILE FUCKING U ANJAJKEK IM FERAL. (Gn reader)

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a/n: i am so sorry this took so long but it’s like i got hit with a loving a sweet haechan láser and i had to write this like NOW

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it’s not unusual for haechan to try to wrap himself around you.

he’s always been a touchy person. days where he traps you in a bear hug, days where he can’t seem to leave your side. he always likes having a hand somewhere on you, finding comfort knowing that you’re right by his side.

today, as you’re laying in bed, you find haechan hovering by the door. he got back from practice, just changed into some fresh clothes so he can join you.

he’s quick to throw himself on top of you, practically knocking the wind out of you. he doesn’t bother to move, and you don’t bother to push him off of you. your hands thread through his hair, hearing the satisfied hum he lets out at the feeling.

“how was work?” you ask.

he doesn’t respond verbally, letting out a low whine against your chest. you chuckle at the sound, one of your hands moving the hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to shiver. he whines out, “i just… need you.”

it’s only then that you feel how he’s hard against your thigh, how he’s subtly grinding into you. when he looks up at you, you can see his flushed cheeks and his hooded eyes. all you want to do is make him feel good.

he pulls himself up to look in your eyes before kissing you, slow and deep. his lips feel soft against yours, one of your hands reach to hold his cheek. your thumb smooths against his skin, watching him pull away from you so he can nuzzle into your touch.

he looks sweet like this, just a bit needy for your touches.

your thumb instinctively moves to trace over the moles of his face, feeling the soft smile he makes against your lips. he sighs contentedly when your hands fumble with the waistband of his sweats, your fingers slipping under his boxers to toy at his leaking tip.

it’s easy for you to give into him, letting him pull of your shirt and sweats, whining because he wants to feel you too. as he lazily presses kisses onto your neck, his hands wander all over you, hands touching you as he pleases.

as much as he would like to stay like this with you, the feeling of your hands running through his hair makes his heart race. he thinks he might be the luckiest person ever to be able to have you like this, to be able to share such a moment with you.

even if he’s a little impatient, haechan softly presses his fingers into you, prepping you just to make sure your comfortable. it doesn’t last long though, not when you’re squirming around, letting out quiet moans of his name.

a few moments later, he’s lining himself up, and you can feel just how needy he is when as his cock twitches against you. he leans over to kiss you, letting out a soft whimper against you as he bottoms out.

“s-so tight… just for me, right?” his voice his a little shaky when it reaches your ears. you respond with your hips grinding up into his, trying to fit him deeper inside you.

the feeling causes his head to fall to your shoulder, his warm breath hitting your skin as his hair lightly tickles you. you can feel his nose rub against your neck, trying to surround as much of himself with the feeling of you.

“i don’t… don’t think i’ll last long. you feel so good wrapped around me.” his words feel hot against you, and it’s only emphasized as he messily fucks into you. there’s no rhythm, no set pace, just a need to make the both of you feel good.

“it’s okay, love seeing you like this.” your hands press down against his back, pushing his chest into yours just to get him as close as possible. you can feel his eyes shut at your words, practically giving into you.

he kisses your shoulder before speaking, “needed you all day. just- just wanted you like this. wanted to hold you close to me.”

your nails dig into the skin of his back, drawing a moan out of him. you can feel him begin to shake against you, his cock twitching inside of you. he can’t help but succumb to you. everything about you makes him so weak.

despite how close he is to cumming, he continues, “can’t get enough of you. everything about you is perfect- you feel so nice against me.”

all you can do is moan out, caging him around you as you wrap your arms around his back. his whimpers raise in pitch, fucking helplessly into you, “gonna cum, gonna fill you up with all my cum…”

“please, haechan, wanna make you feel good.”

as soon as you place a soft kiss to the top of his head, his quick to cum inside you. moans of your name fill the air. his hands grip at your sides, trying to ground himself as he’s caught up in the feeling of you.

he tries to continue fucking his hips into you knowing that you didn’t cum, but he whines with how sensitive he is. you chuckle, calling his name out so you can press a kiss to his forehead. he thanks you quietly, head moving to nuzzle against your neck.

he quietly asks, pressing another kiss to your neck, “don’t you want me to return the favor?”

you murmur, “just stay here with me.”

you can feel him nodding against you, his cheek feeling warm against the skin of your collarbone. your heartbeat slows down, matching with haechan’s. all that’s left is the low hums of a song he lets out as you run your fingers along his back.

you wouldn’t trade this for the world.

[dunmeshistash]

Your blog is wonderful, thank you for putting so much effort into compiling all the varied information out there on dungeon meshi into one place! You're amazing for that.

I'm wondering if you happen to know if there's ever been a confirmed reason why the goat demon took Mithrun's eye and ears (or if not, if you have any theories)? I know the adventurer's bible comic where Mithrun implied it had something to do with his grudge towards his brother (perhaps because he valued them as indicators of his 'heritage'?), but I've never been able to figure out what the demon got out of it. The only other time it did anything similar was with Laios's curse, and that was after he effectively killed it. Does it make a habit out of just generally ruining the day of anyone who survives an encounter with it, or is there a better reason why it might act so maliciously when it supposedly only wishes to consume desires? The only other thought I had was that it may have been trying to generate new desires since it needed to be stronger, that seems perhaps too far into the realm of wild speculation...

Sorry for the long ask! I've evidently been thinking myself in circles with this. And no pressure to respond to this at all!

The eye thing to me seemed more like the Demon getting a grip on him and not caring what was happening to o Mithrun

Here's the official translation vs EHScans from when he talks about his eyes an ears (Adventurer's Bible)

I think it is about his pride about how he had the features of his noble house differently from his brother, even tho he was the bastard.

Mithrun's desire were linked to his inferiority complex so I guess those were physical consequences of what the demon ate from him. besides the image of the eye and ear there's a "Yum/Tasty" so he definitely did it cause he wanted to eat it and not for revenge.

My theory is that he took it cause it was so intrinsically linked to his desire to be accepted/loved.

Mithrun was only accepted even tho he was a bastard because he had those traits, if he looked like his brother instead I bet he would be treated even worse than his brother was. And I'm pretty sure he knows that so his desires would be linked to those features and the demon ate it along with the rest? Perhaps the complex feelings attached to that were too tasty and he had to have a snack.

[idontego]

Kaji x Reader- Let Me Take Care of You

Summary: Kaji comes to you after a fight and seeks after care.

A/n: enjoy the read, let me know what you think. REQUESTS OPEN!

“Kaji! What are you doing here? What happened?”

“What’s it look like? Don need t’ explain.” Kaji said coming to you with a bloody nose and a swollen eye. You winced at the sight of his injuries.

“Let me take care of you, Kaji.”

“Lets get you cleaned up. I’ll grab my first aid kit.” You started making your way to grab the small red and white box. Dating Kaji came along with signing up to help patch him up, naturally. “Come, sit here.” You said, pointing to your desk chair in front of you.

“You don’t need to do this ya’ know.” He scoffed, sitting down. “I just wanted to come see you, sorry, it’s been a long day.” He continued. He sat down on your chair and watched as you grabbed the essentials to relieve him of his injuries. As much as he’d never admit it, he loved when you tended to him. He learned early on to trust others and count on the friends around him, but he liked playing this game with you. Even though you knew deep down he liked being babied.

“You know i’d always take care of you, Kaji.” You walked over to him with your hands full. Closing the gap between his legs, you stood in between them. You pushed his icy blonde hair back and began dabbing at the dried blood dripping from the top of his head. Kaji closed his eyes and gritted his teeth at the bubbly sensation of hydrogen peroxide.

“Let me know if the pressure hurts. You got pretty beat up.” You continued wiping and started to clean around eye brows.

“The hell is that supposed to mean? I won!” He pulled away from your grasp looking at you with a straight face.

‘I’m messing with you Kaji, of course you did. You need to be more careful. You know i worry about you..”

“Well at least i always come back in one piece.” He retorted.

He looked up at you and admired how concentrated you were. He loved looking at you and admiring you in his head but would break the stare when you looked down at him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and a blush started to spread across your face. You could feel the warmth of his hand radiating on your sides. Touching you was something he didn’t do frequently yet so he tried to conceal himself wiping the sweat from his hands briefly, luckily you were too focused on your task.

He was so adorable and you love how he slowly opens up to you more and more everyday.

“Open your mouth.” You said, going to wipe his bottom swollen lip.

“Take the sucker out first, dummy!”

“Here, you hold it for me instead.” He responded and swiftly placed it in your mouth. The sweet flavor melted on your tongue and also a slight metallic taste from his busted lip. You pursed your lips around the sucker cupping your right hand under his chin.

Placing the last bandage on his face, you felt his hands go to the small of your back.

“Alrighty, all done.” You took a depth breath, sighing, and turned to return your things in the first aid kit and throw away what remained. He stopped you from leaving his grasp and you turned back around to find him with a determined look on his face, which perplexed you. You were both engulfed in each other’s gaze, this time he didn’t look away.

“Do you know what would really feel better?” He asked, flaring the top right corner of his lip revealing his fang.

“What?” You responded, eyes wide.

“This.”

He focused his gaze to your lips and then back up to your eyes and then snagged the sucker out of your mouth and pressed his lips against yours. You were engulfed in the euphoric feeling of his lips on yours and the placement of his hands. Without hesitation, you wrapped a hand around the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. Out of all the times that you’ve done this for him, how long has he been wanting for this moment to happen? It didn’t matter now. You were both were trapped In each others touch.

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Malicious Daughter Is Back! - 9

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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The silence and awkwardness were thick in the air. Jonathan looked at you and said, "Come with me."

You followed him to a private room. He leaned against the billiard table and crossed his arms. "Why are you doing this?"

He was actually impressed with you for having Bucky as your shield. But to take something from Victoria? It wasn't like you, since you usually chose to ignore her.

"Isn't it obvious?" you replied, standing your ground.

He smirked. The way he acted was not like a father talking to his daughter but more like a gangster addressing a subordinate.

"I'll see what you've got," Jonathan said, straightening his suit. He turned to leave the private room.

Before he opened the door, he heard you say, "I still don't understand what you see in her." Your voice was steady, but you didn't look at him.

Jonathan paused for a moment, his hand on the door handle.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He remembered the quiet days with Ophelia and you. It was peaceful but boring.

As a successful man, he wanted to face something that challenged his adrenaline. That's when he met Genevieve. She gave him something that he needed: excitement.

He admitted that he went out of control. That resulted in the death of his first wife. Ophelia's face was still engraved in his memory, especially since your face was a carbon copy of hers.

Ophelia was calm and patient but fragile. You used to act like her, too, and it scared the hell out of him. He wished you to be different from your mother.

Be careful what you wish for. Jonathan should have remembered that saying because you changed into something he couldn't control.

It was exhausting to keep you in place. So when you challenged him to leave the house, he accepted it. And he cut all your resources to see how long you would survive.

His calculations were wrong. You were so stubborn and chose to live with Cassandra, his mother-in-law. He hated that woman. She cursed him right to his face and blamed him for Ophelia's death.

Jonathan said, "I understand your hatred. But did you expect me to leave her?"

"Maybe. Perhaps one day you'll realize that your mistress is a Beelzebub," you replied.

"You're quite creative," he chuckled, then he left.

You turned around and stared at the closed door, clenching your fists. Every word that came out of his mouth made you hate him even more. Your jaw tightened, and you could feel your heart pounding with a mix of anger and frustration.

After the empty talk with your father, you went back to be with Bucky. He saw the lifeless look in your eyes. The lively you had gone quiet. The short talk with your dad had drained your spirit.

Bucky felt your despair as if you were drowning in darkness. He gently touched your arm. “Are you alright?”

You nodded. “I'm sorry I left you alone.” You felt something was missing, but also a sense of peace. Looking around, you noticed Genevieve was not here or your dad.

“She left,” Bucky said.

You raised your eyebrows. It seemed impossible, considering Genevieve loved to be the center of the party.

“I said something that hurt her feelings,” Bucky explained.

“Really?” you asked, surprised that Bucky had confronted Genevieve.

While you were talking with your dad, Genevieve had approached Bucky. “You're really nice for bringing her, but I wonder why you didn't bring Victoria with you? Since she's your fiancée.” She emphasized the word "fiancée."

Bucky was silent momentarily before responding, “I've already talked to Jonathan, and he's okay with it.”

Genevieve sneered, “I never thought a dignified man would act like this.”

“At least I didn’t destroy someone’s marriage,” Bucky retorted calmly.

Genevieve flinched. If someone else had mentioned this, she wouldn’t have been offended. But coming from someone like Bucky, someone more affluent and influential than her, brought back memories of when everyone had pointed fingers at her. She knew she had taken someone’s place—Ophelia, the true Madam Sinclair.

She huffed and left the party. That was when she saw her husband emerging from the private room.

You chuckled. All your life, you had called Genevieve a mistress, and she never budged. Instead, she would give you a look and say, “So what?” But with Bucky, she was so offended that she left the party.

Bucky recounted the exchange, and you laughed softly. “Pfft.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. “All my life, I’ve called her a mistress, and she never flinched. But one word from you, and she’s out the door.”

Bucky grinned. “Sometimes, it just takes the right person to say it.”

💋💋💋💋💋

Because of your grand entrance, everyone at the party—Celestial Enterprises employees and investors—now knew of your existence.

You were exhausted, and Bucky kindly drove you back to your place.

To be exact, a new home.

Bucky's family moved fast. They weren't kidding when they said they had prepared a reward for saving Bucky.

You walked out of the car and entered the house. The house they gave you was different from your grandmother's house. Your previous home had only two bedrooms and one bathroom, while this new house had four bedrooms and three bathrooms. The incredible thing was that Bucky had provided your grandmother with a 24/7 caretaker and had prepared the best doctor for her surgery.

When you entered the house, your grandma was awake, her bedroom door still open. It seemed she couldn’t sleep because she was in a new place. But her caretaker had done a good job of keeping Cassandra calm and not confused.

Cassandra widened her eyes when she saw you. She opened her arms. “My dear Ophelia. You look so beautiful.”

You smiled and gave her a hug. The dress you wore was designed by your grandmother. She was so talented. In her eyes right now, you were Ophelia wearing the dress.

She noticed someone standing behind you. She giggled and whispered, “You said he’s just a friend. But what is he doing here late at night?”

You blushed at her comment.

“But honey, you can’t let this go on. We’re going to meet the Sinclairs next month.” Cassandra looked at you sadly.

You were taken aback. Did this mean your mom had a boyfriend before she met your father?

You looked at Cassandra, who was already yawning and starting to feel sleepy. You didn’t dare to wake her up and ask what she meant.

Did seeing you with Bucky trigger your grandma’s memory?

💋💋💋💋

The next day, inside the bedroom of a penthouse in an elite neighborhood, outfits were scattered on the floor.

“Uurgh,” Victoria groaned as she woke up with a headache. She saw her phone showing 12 p.m. Shit. She was late for the office.

She pushed away the hand, hugging her waist. “Get up.”

After the humiliation at the party, she called her friends and went wild at the club, bringing home her friend with benefits. He didn't look as good as Bucky, but at least this guy could eliminate her loneliness.

‘Ring.’

“What?” she answered the call with a raspy voice.

“Why didn’t you pick up your phone? Don’t you know we’re facing a crisis? Come to Valerie. Now!” Genevieve sounded panicked.

Victoria could feel the anxiety. Despite the painful headache, she left the bed and threw on the first outfit she saw.

What had caused her mother to be this scared?

She soon found out the answer when she arrived at the company.

You were inside her office, walking back and forth while looking at a sketchbook.

Victoria stormed into her office. “What are you doing in my office?”

You smirked, letting out a small chuckle. “Didn’t you hear? I own 40% of Valerie's shares. That gives me the freedom to go wherever I want.”

Victoria gasped. How? How could you, who had no money, worked as a teacher, and had a limited budget for your grandmother’s medicine, acquire so much money to buy 40% of the shares?

The alcohol from last night clouded her judgment. She should’ve known the answer. It was all because of Bucky.

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Waiting For The Sun

Chapter Three

Rhett Abbott has been hearing his soulmate in his head for ten years. She's the sweetest thing, nicknamed Muffin after her love of baking. Rhett doesn't know who Muffin is, doesn't know where she is, but hearing her voice always makes his day better. But then Trevor Tillerson is killed and Rhett's life is thrown into chaos. Through it all, Muffin in there for her soulmate. She wants nothing more than to find him, even through the chaos.

Soulmate AU

a/n: sorry this took so long!! but also, happy birthday to my favourite cowboy!!

Warnings: violence, abusive parenting, smut-ish

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How is your date going? She didn't know if she sounded bitter when she asked, but she hoped that she didn't.

His laugh sounded in her head and she immediately grew embarrassed. You sound jealous, Muffin.

Muffin. He'd come up with the nickname just a few weeks ago, when she'd stress baked her way through her exams. They were just seventeen, and she swore she had never felt this level of stress in her life. It was cute and it suited her. He hadn't called her anything else since.

She scoffed out loud and hoped that he couldn't hear it. Me? Jealous? No way, she muttered in his head. She'd never stop him from going out and living his life, even if he was her soulmate.

He must have known this girl he was on a date with wasn't his soulmate, but he was young and his Muffin didn't mind. This was him discovering himself in a way that she would never be allowed to.

How is the movie? She asked as she continued on with her chores.

He couldn't have been from the same State as her, she decided when he first told her that he was going to the movies. If he was from the same State as her, he would have been outside like he was. Granted, he wouldn't have been hanging laundry fresh from the machine out to dry like she was. Wouldn't have been folding already dry laundry like she was.

Truthfully, she was too scared to head back inside. Her father's bad moods had become more and more frequent since her older sister had run off with her soulmate.

Just three days after their connection had started, they found each other. It didn't seem fair, not when she'd been trying to find her soulmate for the last three years.

It had been three months since her sister had left, three months since she'd disappeared, leaving only a note.

Her father had been so angry. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, Esther finally finding her soulmate. But her father had shouted, had worked himself into a rage until he was throwing glasses against the wall and letting them shatter.

His mood had improved in the three months since, but not by a lot. It didn't take a lot for him to fly off the handle. Chewing too loud or the morning prayer not being to his liking. That was enough to set him off, to have her doing chores in the garden instead of in the house.

It's good, I think, he answered as she slowly folded the sheets.

You think?

He hummed. Yep, I think.

She paused on her sheet folding as her bright, bubbly laugh filled his head. Aren't you watching the movie?

Trying to, he answered. But, uh, I'm getting a handjob right now.

With her fathers shirt in her hands, she stopped, brows furrowed in confusion. A what?

A handjob, Mufifn.

She rolled her eyes and began folding the shirt. Yeah, I'm gonna need you to elaborate on that, cowboy.

There was a good moment before he responded. Oh my God, Muffin. You really don't know? Do you at least know about sex?

Normally, she would have chided him for the 'Oh my God', comment. But she was far too embarrassed for that. Yes, I know what sex is, she replied quickly as she placed the shirt on the basket in such a way that it had creases forming.

But you don't know about pleasure.

She didn't answer as she folded the shirt and placed it in the basket. C'mon, Muffin, came his voice in her head. There's no need to feel embarrassed.

I'm not embarrassed, she insisted, but her voice was shaking and it was so obviously a lie. I know about... sex, okay? My sister told me about it. She picked up her laundry basket from the floor and took it back into the house.

Muffin, sex and pleasure aren't the same thing, he replied. Well, as best he could while getting a handjob. They're normally entwined, but they're not the same.

She sucked in a breath and placed the laundry basket down. Can you tell me about it? About pleasure?

He let out that usual hum, the one she'd grown to know so well after three years. Anything for you, Muffin.

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It had been a rough night for her. Her sleep had been restless, filled with anxiety that she couldn't quite place. On nights like this, her brain took her back to that evening, when her soulmate taught her about pleasure. She hadn't been brave enough to touch herself, then, but it had made her curious.

You there, Cowboy? She tried as she got herself ready for church that morning.

She hadn't expected a reply, certainly not at this time in the morning. But then a gruff mornin', Muffin filled her head.

She couldn't hide her surprise, not from him. What're you doing awake? She asked as she pulled her shoes onto her feet.

Haven't slept yet, Muffin. As soon as he'd said it, tiredness flooded her body. She didn't know who he was, but she could feel his exhaustion. That wasn't fair now, was it? Are you heading to church?

She gave a nod, one he obviously couldn't see. Yeah, she answered. As soon as I'm back, will you tell me why you haven't slept?

Yeah, he answered far too quickly. Yeah, I will.

He didn't speak to her while she was at church. She was appreciative as she listened to the pastor's sermon. She couldn't concentrate on church, though.

It was just like that time her soulmate kept her awake to talk her through things. It was his birthday, his twenty-first, and he insisted on giving her an orgasm, however he could. Her mind had strayed at church the morning after, and she couldn't meet the pastor's eyes.

Her mind was straying this morning, too.

He'd been awake nearly twenty-four hours. Why wasn't he dead on his feet? You still awake? She tried as she followed her parents out of the church and into their car.

Yeah, Muffin. Are you done at church?

She hummed as they began driving home. Are you gonna tell me why you're still awake?

His laugh filled her head as her father drove them towards their house. Past the Tillerson ranch, past the Abbott ranch, past Rhett Abbott on his horse. He tipped his hat towards her as she gave him a small wave.

But her soulmate had fallen silent. Not on his own volition, mind you. As desperately as he tried to answer her, he couldn't. Fuck! He eventually shouted, voice so loud in her mind. I can't fucking tell you, Muffin.

It's okay, Cowboy, she replied, trying to sooth him. That bad, huh?

I don't want you to hate me.

The car stopped and she hopped out. I'm not gonna hate you, cowboy. I'm sure it can't be that bad.

He couldn't respond to that.

Her mind strayed to him as she got on with her morning. As she cleaned the kitchen and made lunch for her parents, she was thinking about him.

But then her mind moved to finding him. How was she ever meant to do that when she was stuck here, in Wabang? She had no way to get out into the world and try to find the man made for her. No money, no skills.

I'm gonna ask my father if I can get a job, she said, trying to contact her soulmate for the first time in hours. They didn't have to speak every minute of every day. The silence was nice, knowing he was always there.

That's huge, Muffin, he replied. Gonna try for your local grocery store?

She shrugged her shoulders as she swept the decking outside. Maybe. I think it's about time I have some financial freedom, you know?

The moment she heard her father coming through the front door, her heartbeat was erratic. She propped the broom up against the fence that enclosed the decking and headed back inside.

"Hello papa," she called as she grabbed his usual beer from the fridge and poured it into his beer mug for him. As quickly as she could she marched to the living room and passed it to him.

Her father was already in his usual armchair. He took the beer from her hands and sipped it as he looked at his youngest daughter. He didn't say anything, but he didn't much talk anymore. He hadn't since Esther disappeared.

"Papa," she began as she sat on the sofa to his right. She was just sitting on the edge of it, back straight, too nervous to let herself sit comfortable. "I want to get a job."

"No," her father immediately said. "Not happening."

Her face dropped and she looked down at her lap. "Papa, pl-"

"I said no."

"But-"

Suddenly, his beer mug was flying at the wall just to the left of her. The noise that left her lips was full of fear, but she didn't dare move. "I said no, and my word is final," he said and settled back into his armchair, as if nothing ever happened.

Grabbing him another drink in a new beer mug. She cleaned up the mess of shattered glass behind the sofa and wiped up the liquid from the floor.

How did it go? Her soulmate asked as she swept up the broken glass.

She dumped the glass into the bin and wiped under her eyes. I don't wanna talk about it, she replied as she headed back outside to finish sweeping the deck.

Oh, Muffin. I'm gonna get you out of there.

She didn't cry about it, not when it wouldn't have done any good. Her father had been this way for the last seven years, ever since Esther left. He'd gotten them to scratch out Esther's face from every picture in the house, erasing any memory of her. All of the things she'd left behind had been discarded or burned in the yard.

She wasn't allowed to cry when her sister was erased from her life.

There was a knock at the door. She placed her broom against the fence and rushed through the house, to the front door. As she walked past her father, he didn't move, taking a long sip of his beer as she pulled the front door open.

One of her blonde haired neighbours stood at the front door. "Hey, Billy," she said as she wiped her hands on her skirt.

"Hey," Billy replied and pulled his hat from his head. She couldn't quite place the expression he was wearing, but something was definitely wrong. "Have you seen Trevor around?"

There was a time where she'd considered that one of the Tillerson boys might have been her soulmate. It was a haunting thought, and one that left her mind the moment it had entered. Billy was the best of a bad bunch, but she didn't didn't want him as her soulmate.

"Trevor? No," she said and leaned against the doorframe. "Is he okay?"

Billy shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. I hope so," he mumbled, eyes on the floor. And then, when his eyes met her own and he looked up at her, wearing puppy dog eyes. "I think something bad happened to him."

"Like what?" She couldn't stop herself from asking. There was something like guilt on her face when she met Billy's eyes again.

But he still answered. "I think Rhett Abbott killed him."

Rhett Abbott. She didn't know much about the man. Even though they'd grown up together, they'd had few interactions. She knew Rhett had a few run ins with the law, had seen Sheriff Joy (back before she became acting sheriff) bringing him back to the Abbott ranch in the pack of the police car a couple of times.

But Rhett wasn't a murderer, was he? He'd been sweet, if a little flirty, every time they passed. Tipping his hat or wearing that smile that looked as though he didn't know it was charming.

She looked back at her father, let her gaze linger on him for no longer that two seconds, before she turned back to Billy. "Do you want some help looking for him?"

The smile that crossed his face was wide and far too happy. "Yeah, I'd appreciate that."

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Ikevil OC: Margarette Foster

“Wise choice little robin.”

Cursed by Goldilocks from Goldilocks and the three bears

This curse grants user the ability to make the right decision for the best outcome of a situation, including the correct answer of a given choice. This ability also applies to the unknown near future. This curse preserves the user and the people around them. However, people who are cursed by Goldilocks are extreme perfectionists and stubborn by nature which may cause them to disagree with the right choice. They are cursed to die making the wrong decision due to following their desires.

Background story:

Margarette is a former noble. She grew up in a household which had no care for her despite her academic talents, as all the attention went to her older brothers. Years she went on being as patient as she could. Her breaking point was when her parents rejected her wish to participate in further education as they had already planned to sell her off someone they owed money to. Too stunned to speak, she fled back her room. Slamming the door behind her she could feel her world collapsing. Heavy breathing, cold sweats, tears puring down her eyes.

Curse awakening:

“Someone, anyone please save me from this absolute nonsense..!”, Margarette pleaded to herself, clenching her eyes shut as she sunk down to the floor.

‘Burn the mansion down,’ a voice spoke

Sobbing uncontrollably, Margarette responded to the voice not caring if she was hallucinating or not, given how stressed she was

“That’s too much! i can’t possibly….I-If i ”

‘Too much? You are too naive. Having your flesh and blood discard you is too cruel. If you want to live, Eliminating them is just right.’

Margarette didn’t know how to respond, but she knew that she wanted to live no matter what. she had to make the right choice…

‘The choice is yours’

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That night she slipped through the shadows, following every guidance given by the omniscient voice. Dozens of choices were made. Were they the right choices? Was there another way?

That didn’t matter

Margarette walked away from the mansion that was now engulfed in flames. Screaming and cries for help could be heard from a distance, however, her heart was too numb and tired to feel. She just hoped her legs will take her somewhere far away,,,

How she got involved with crown:

Members of the Foster estate took a big part in human trafficking, meaning that crown would have gotten involved. The unexpected problem was the fact that the whole estate is burnt to crisp. Initially they thought that they were trying to get rid of the evidence until Victor reviewed the documents and found out that there was a missing person under the name ‘Margarette Foster’. This did not make sense considering that everyone involved including the guards and servants were proclaimed dead. A conclusion was made after a long discussion; Margarette Foster is a Cursed and she is the culprit. It didn’t take too long for crown to locate her whereabouts and to get her to join them. Despite the sorry condition she was in, she didn’t seem that wary to follow them or answer their questions. Out of curiosity, Liam asked her why she didn’t show any signs of fear, which roger backed up with the fact that her heart was beating at a normal rate. Thats when she explained that she is cursed by Goldilocks and every decision and step she is taking is the correct decision.

Love interest:

Kate (MC) (ill make a seperate post on this!)

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Part 2 will be on her personality and fake cgs! Also i didn’t proofread this and i wrote half of the stuff here spontaneously so im sorry if its a bit shet :((

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Just a party, part 3

"Number 14 and 16"

"Guess it's you and me again." Ben took my hand and we went to the room we were assigned"

We left Ezra and Jason back there. Poor Jason, he was really fed up with Ezra. Hope he'll survive the night in that pip squeak body.

We opened the door of the room. I went on the bed. Ben right down next to me

It was awfully quiet. We wanted to have a party, we were overworked, stressed and probably needed a drink to loosen up a bit. We knew immediately that we both felt the same way. And we headed to the bar of the building.

The emplyees were serving us, asking about our needs and desires. Creepy but somehow nice. I bet the studio must have pay a massive ammount to get us to this event. But they all say that this one even is worth working for Hollywood. It fullfills you.

"You know, we didn't have much time to explore our bodies by ourselves before. With the Comic Con and so on, giving out all the autographs. I'm pretty sure that all the fans that will try to sell stuff with 'your' signature are gonna be pretty sad. I tried to perfect your signature Henry, but it still looks like someone else did it."

"Even better then. Those who really appreciate it get to keep it anyway and the ones trying to sell won't be as succesfull'

"Henry? You know I'm now the one wearing SUPERMAN's body? You don't have to act like him all the time."

"I don't honestly. I am just being polite most of the time. A decent human being."

"How about you show me how my BATMAN body looks like? You know what? Let's call each other by the name of our bodies, ok? To make the experience worth it. I wanna know what it feels like to be you"

"Ok then HENRY, now I wanna show you now what it truly feels like to FEEL that SUPERMAN body"

Henry in Ben's body lowered down to give Ben a head. He unzipped his pants and took out the beautiful hard cock he was already familiar with:"I think it looks even better from this angle" And the he took it in his mouth

It might have been the fact that I knew my cock so well. The way it responded to my tongue circling around the top, sucking his balls made me sure I was making Ben feel good. But I can't let him cum yet.

Suddenly my phone rang. I just looked up at him. He only winked at me and picked up.

"Hey, this is... HENRY Cavill. Sure, I got time. New TV series? The Witcher? I am not sure about that"

I looked at him aggresively. Playing Witcher is my dream, he can't deny them.

"Jeez. Ok, I really want it. When do we start? Ok, thanks. No, I can't talk that long, there is something I need to take care of. Bye."

My blow job was coming to an end. Then I stopped. Can't let him finish that easily.

"Please, go on!"

"Can't do that HENRY! You got an ass to breed. And I wanna have fun too"

I took his hand and dragged him to the entrance hall.

"The room is too far, let's go to one of the closests, I wanna fuck you there."

We took the first door on the right. Passionately making out on the way. Ben pushed me against one of the lockers. Wait, that wasn't a closet. We must have entered the lockers of the employees. We kept on going.

Suddenly we noticed voices from a room around the corner. We stopped and I showed Ben a finger on my lips to shush him. We went closer to get to hear them

"All right. As I have said before, we are now on the full capacity of our guests. They are very busy right now. Each and every one of you has an envelope with a name of the actor or other famous person they get to swap with today. For those of you who haven't read it, the reason of the swap is the Writers and actors strike. You will get a brand new life of a popular person, their money in exchange for absolute loyalty and diacretion about the swap. I am deeply sorry to everyone who wanted to go back to their bodies sometimes in the future, but we have to get rid of them. The actors in your bodies can't let anyone know about this. Is anyone against this?" nobody responded which led us to believe that they agreed"

"Ok. We now have 48 minutes until the door of the rooms get locked completely, sealing our guests inside making it easier for us. We will be going over some details with each and everyone of you. Starting with Miguel who will be receiving Henry Cavil's body..."

I looked in shock at Ben in my body. He was also horrified about what we just heard.

"We have to warn everyone!" Ben said to me

Suddenly a manly voice above us said very calmly:"Haha. But we won't let you, gentlemen" the man above us was Chris Hemsworth, holding a taser. Something was telling me, that Chris wasn't the one controlling his body anymore, or the one of his friends who swapped with him

To be continued...

Story request from inbox by Anonymous: That Hugh and Ryan story was Great! Maybe you can do a swap involving Ben Affleck and Henry Cavill?

And also continuation for part 2.

Inbox request: Your stories are soo good, love the Chris E. and RDJ swap. Maybe a second part involving some actors from dc, like Ezra Miller and Jason Momoa swapping to try new roles & running into Henry Cavill and Ben Affleck in the rooms?

Part 2:

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12:34pm

pretimeskip! kageyama x reader

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wordcount: 760! :D

you’d just transferred to karasuno after moving back to your dads side of the family. of course, living in the miyagi prefecture was a complete switch from living in the urban area of tokyo. and naturally, getting to know everyone in the middle of the year was really awkward, so you didn’t bother. being in class 1-5 wasn’t too difficult, even though everyone referred to it as the smart class. being in the same class as hitoka yachi was interesting though, considering how paranoid she got around you. but you learnt to love her, with yachi becoming your first friend. 

it was 12:34, four minutes after lunch started. sitting at your usual seat where yachi meets up with you, you notice that she walks in with two prominent guys next to her. how could someone as sweet as her be friends with those two? one shorter than average, for sure, with bright orange hair, brown eyes, and the other, cursing him out, taller, with black hair and blue eyes. he was grumbling about his orange haired friend stealing his pork bun from him. 

you blink as yachi sits across from you, not really caring about the commotion. 

“i'm sorry… they begged me to help them study with the upcoming vocab quiz, so let them sit here with us, please!” she asks you in her sweet tone, a hint of shyness coming out. you just smile and nod as you unwrap your food.

“sure, I'm not stopping you.” you mumble back as you swallow some seltzer juice you’d picked up from the vending machine. she smiles widely, but stares in fear at the two boys fighting.

“you know them?” you ask sheepishly, not really seeing how those two would connect with yachi. 

“mhmmmm, i'm the volleyball manager and they're on the team.” she responds back. she looks at the two with some sort of pride, or proudness on her face. you tilt your head at the black haired boy. 

ah, that’s where you saw him. 

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you were groaning and sighing at the vending machine, not noticing that he was there. standing behind you.

“bleh.. these flavors suck. they don't even have lychee..” you mutter to yourself, hastily clicking on the white peach seltzer instead. you open the can, hearing rattling coming from behind you. you freeze as you notice the boy standing behind you.

“oh, god, i'm sorry, i took too long.” you apologize, slightly embarrassed at the fact that he heard you. 

“no, it's fine.” he responds back. you blink at this. was everyone here this quiet..? you sigh and you just smile awkwardly. 

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“what's your name?” you ask, shutting the two up as the shorter one munches on the pork bun. yachi turns to you as well, slightly surprised that you spoke up.

“me..? i'm kageyama, he’s hinata.” he mutters out as he punches hinata. you nod, not really sure what to do next. 

“they put new lychee seltzer in the machine, by the way.” he says, not noticing how much of a deal this meant to you. why'd he remember? he seemed forgetful, anyways. 

“wait, really?” you ask, not sure if he was genuine. He nods and he turns to you. 

“yes,” he says with a blank face. “weren't you complaining about it?” you nod and you smile. you didn't know how much that smile meant to him, because he’d always come up to you in the halls reminding you that there was a new restock of lychee seltzer. 

“they have more, you know.” he mutters to you as you both walk over to the water fountain. you smile at him, letting out a giggle. 

“kageyama, i think you told me this three times this week.” you giggle out. he stares at you with a stupid stare, but one you couldn’t hate.

“okay.. well i wasn't sure if you forgot.” he mumbles back. 

“why would i ever forget anything you tell me?” you ask, turning your head to him. closing your bottle, you blink at the look of awe he had on his face.

that moment, time stopped for tobio kageyama. that was the moment he realized someone liked listening to him, someone enjoying his presence. and that was the second tobio kageyama realized he liked you.

you found out you liked him later, when you jumped up from your couch as you watched him from your tv win against inarizaki. the joy from yourself surprised you, because you never really got excited over a boy winning his volleyball game. but it wasn’t just any boy. it was tobio kageyama.

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The Vow Spoken Through Time - Part 3

Daemon x Rhaenyra x Wife!Reader

Series: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Warnings: MDNI, violence, minor character death, general filth, mild smut, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), and Daemon Targaryen is his own warning 

Tags: marriage, poly relationship, Daemon being hopelessly in love with his wives, Queen!Rhaenyra

Words: 2.2K

Description: Y/N is having a rough morning. She's fired. She's hungover. She's in a stranger's bed. She's waking up in a new world? She's married?!

Rhaenyra and Daemon's day started normal. Waking up next to their darling wife before tending to their duties. The difference? Their wife is speaking in riddles and has no memories of them.

AKA: You fall through worlds and wake up in our favorite blondes’ bed. SHAMELESS “reader falls into HOTD world from our world” trope (I’m sorry, I CANNOT help myself, I’m a sucker for them). There’s not really a plot plot, but if you stay long enough we might run into one.

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You gaze out across the stadium, shocked at the hundreds of people clamoring to see the violence and pageantry of the tournament. Your hands smooth down your dress anxiously. Rhaenyra picked a beautiful gown. The deep red of the gown is offset with gold embroidery along your shoulders and waist. The patterns resemble dragon scales, glistening as the light hits it.

Rhaenyra looks over, seeing your anxious movements and grabbing your hand to still the gesture. She brings it up to her mouth, kissing the back of your hand before she turns to address the crowd.

“Be welcome!” She shouts. “I know that many of you have traveled great distances to witness these games. I trust you will not be disappointed.”

The crowd’s cheers are deafening, but Rhaenyra continues once they die down to a dull roar. “Looking across the fine knights here today, I see a group without equal. May the luck of the seven shine on our combatants!”

She raises your joined hands in a cheer. You brace yourself for whatever disapproval might come from the crowd. If two women in modern days still got weird looks in public, you weren’t sure you were ready for whatever reaction this medieval world would have. The crowd continues to cheer, and you swear you can hear someone shouting “all hail the queens.” 

Rhaenyra pulls you in for a chaste kiss before motioning for the tourney announcer to take over. Your cheeks are on fire from her very public display of affection. “I wasn’t expecting that reaction,” you admitted as you both took your seats. 

“Whatever do you mean, darling?”

“I-” you pause for a moment. “You know? I just didn’t think people would be so accepting of our relationship?”

Rhaenyra laughs, “the smallfolk have always adored you. How could they not?”

“It’s just that people where I’m from-”

“You’re from here.” Rhaenyra interrupts, frowning. “Your place is with me, with us. Our people–your people–would fight wars in your name.”

You sigh in frustration. Rhaenyra, Daemon, and the maester were still convinced that you fell and all the memories of your past life were just an odd dream. It wasn’t a frequent argument, but one that never failed to begin at the most inconvenient times.

When you don’t respond, Nyra cups your face in her hands and forces you to look her in the eyes. “Do you know what the smallfolk see when they look at you?”

“Nyra-”

“They see the same thing that I see,” she says. “A queen.” Your hand comes up to cover hers as you lean into her palm. 

Rhaenyra’s thumb gently strokes your cheek. “I love you. It doesn’t matter where you came from, you’re here now. You’re here, and you’re mine. Never forget that.” 

Your breath catches in your throat. “It’s not fair,” you whisper. “You always know exactly what to say.”

Before Rhaenyra can respond, a yell from the arena draws your attention. “My queen! My lady!” Daemon’s voice reverberates through the stadium. Both you and Rhaenyra walk to the edge of the balcony, and the site nearly takes your breath away. Your husband is terrifying in his armor, and so, so, so attractive. 

“Fuck,” you swear. The dark armor is covered in the Targaryen crest and adorned with dragon-reminiscent flairs throughout the pieces. Daemon removes his helmet, shaking our his hair and preening at the attention.

“My beautiful wives, I am certain that I will win this tournament.” Daemon boasts. “But with your favor, there will be no doubt.” 

Rhaenyra laughs, “I don’t know. Should we offer our dear husband our favor?” 

“Hmmm,” you pretend to think it over. “I fear there are many knights worthy of this honor. How am I to deci-”

“My love, must I get on my knees to beg your favor,” Daemon teases.

“It would certainly be a start,” you smirk. “I suppose I can give you our favor, on one condition.”

“Anything.”

“Win this tourney swiftly so we might celebrate your victory together.” You say, grabbing the favor.

Daemon winks at you, raising his fist as the crowd roars in approval. You watch your husband ride out to meet his first opponent. 

“You know we are never going to hear the end of it if he wins,” Rhaenyra sighs. Daemon takes his place across from the other knight, placing his helmet back on and adjusting his grip on the jousting lance. 

“Was there ever a doubt he would?” you ask as Daemon and his opponent charge at each other on horseback. The crash as the lance hit lands and breaks is unsettling. Daemon’s opponent flies from his saddle, landing hard on the ground.

“True,” Rhaenyra agrees. Daemon tosses the broken half of his lance, jumping to the ground and drawing his sword. “Next year I plan to find Daemon a real challenge.” Daemon stalks in a circle around his opponent, waiting for the knight to regain his footing and draw his weapon. The knight recovers, going on the offensive to swipe his sword at Daemon.

You snort in amusement. “Are the rest of the knights really that bad?” Daemon easily dances around blows, not even bothering to waste his energy by parrying them. He’s toying with the other knight. Letting him exhaust and embarrass himself in the arena before Daemon ends the fight. You see the ghost of a smirk play on Daemon’s lips as he tosses his helmet to the ground.

“No, they’re actually quite skilled,” Rhaenyra replies. The knight’s attacks become harder and more calculated. Daemon parries them with practiced ease. You see the knight lean in as he gets closer to say something to Daemon. They’re too soft for anyone else to hear, but Daemon clearly heard them. His smirk drops and his gaze darkens. 

He’s ending this now. Daemon pushes the knight back, swinging a hard blow with his sword.

“Daemon is just….” The knight scrambles to parry the swing, but the blow is hard enough to dislodge his grip. Your eyes widen in shock, Daemon is ending more than this fight. You instantly snap your eyes shut, but you can still hear Rhaenyra’s words in time with Daemon’s strikes.

“That.” 

“Much.” 

“Better.”

The knight’s screams stop with the final blow. You open your eyes to peak at the scene in front of you. The knight is unmoving on the ground. His armor dented in. His sword hand on one side of the arena. His head at the other.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you mutter.

“A Targaryen tourney without at least one death would be considered boring.”

Your eyes land on your husband. He’s looming over the headless body of the knight. Daemon spits on the corpse before walking away.

Even Rhaenyra is shocked, but regardless, the tournament continues on throughout the late afternoon. The other fights are nowhere near as violent as Daemon’s round. Daemon is eerily calm as he wins his rounds with brutal efficiency. He doesn’t kill another opponent, but he makes light work of each one. 

After the stadium clears out, you walk with the maids back to your chambers as Rhaenyra left to greet some of the noble houses who haven’t visited Kings Landing since the last tournament. When you get back, you ask the maids to draw a bath and you gather up Daemon’s favorite soaps and oils. You didn’t realize just how serious a tournament was. After seeing that brutality, you were just relieved that Daemon was coming back safe.

The doors to your chambers shuts loudly,and you turn to see Daemon still in his armor. “Daemon-” He cuts you off with a kiss, sweeping you off your feet. 

“I need you.” Daemon says, pulling at your gown as he struggles to unlace the back. Growling in frustration, he tears the fabric. 

“Daemon! What’s gotten into you?” You yelp. “At least take off that damn armor first!”

“Fuck,” he swears, backing away from you as he begins slipping off his armor piece by piece. You reach forward to help him.

Once he’s rid himself of the armor, Daemon picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctively, and he grinds against you. He kisses and bites at your neck like a starved man. Whimpers and moans fall from your lips as you tug roughly at his hair. “Daemon, wait,” you say breathlessly. 

“Hmm,” he rumbles as he pulls back. 

“If you keep going, it’s going to ruin my plans,” you whine. “I wanted to spoil you. Please get in the bath before it gets cold.”

Daemon follows your gaze to the tub and sees your handiwork–candles meticulously placed around a steaming bath. The table next to the tub piled high with luxurious oils, wine, and fruits. “You did this for me?” He asks. You nod vigorously and he captures your lips in a heated kiss. “Gods above, you never fail to surprise me.”

You giggle as Daemon carries you to the tub and you both sink into the water. Daemon moans as the water eases over his sore muscles. You shift so that Daemon is leaning back against your chest and begin meticulously scrubbing his body. “You’re so perfect,” he groans as you massage at the knots in his shoulders. 

You hum in response, focusing on the knots. You find yourself softly singing as you work, and you glance down to see Daemon nodding off. Moving to work on his hair, you gently detangle his braids and massage the soap into his scalp.

“Love,” you begin, “what happened in that first fight?” You feel Daemon’s body stiffen against yours. 

“Nothing.” 

“Are you sure? It didn’t seem like nothing.” You answer. 

“It. Was. Nothing.” He’s definitely hiding something.

“No it wasn’t,” you insist. “He said something and you lost it. What did he say?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Daemon’s tone is short, but it’s clear he’s still upset over whatever that knight said.

“Yes it does, just te-”

“He called you a whore!” Daemon shouts, whipping around in the tub. “That spineless bastard called you a whore, and asked if he could take a turn after you finished eating Rhaenyra’s cunt on the balcony.”

You blink. Shocked. You assumed it was bad, but didn’t realize it would be quite that vulgar. “And you killed him for it?”

“If I could go back, I wouldn’t kill him,” Daemon bares his teeth as he hisses out the words.

You raise a brow in response.

“I would cut him apart piece by piece until he begged for death,” Daemon growls. “And when he’s on the brink of death, I would call for the maester to heal him so I could do it all over again.”

“Fuck,” you swear. Hearing your husband’s bloodthirst shouldn’t be this hot. Your breath quickens, and you shift.

Daemon notices your sudden shift in demeanor. “I see,” he grins. “I kill a man for disrespecting you, and all you can think about is my cock.”

You whine, desperate for Daemon to touch you. After he and Rhaenyra left you wanting this morning, you’ve been on edge all day. Daemon stands up, water sloshing from the tub as he climbs out and pours a glass of wine. He sips a mouthful before leaning down to kiss you. You moan as the wine hits your tongue. Daemon pulls back, popping a grape in your mouth before picking you from the tub and tossing you on the bed.

“I’ll just have to give my sweet girl exactly what she wants,” Daemon says. He drips wine across your body, lapping up the drops as he follows the trail with his tongue. Daemon knocks back the rest of his wine, placing the chalice on the dresser. He settles between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he dives into your cunt.

Daemon’s tongue swipes broad strokes across your cunt, lapping greedily. He suckles at your clit, and you cry out in pleasure as his hums vibrate against you.

“What is this?”

You try to shoot up to greet Rhaenyra, but Daemon’s arms have you locked in place. “Rha-Rhae-fuck-Rhaenyra” You struggle to speak as you feel your orgasm building. Your eyes roll back as Daemon moves an arm to slide two fingers into your weeping cunt. Moans fall from your lips as you buck into his mouth and hands.

Just before you climax, Daemon pulls back. “My queen,” he greets as Rhaenyra leans in for a kiss. 

“I take it our girl couldn’t wait?”

Daemon grins. “She never does.”

NOTE: This was supposed to just be smut, but I got carried away. Anyway, hope you enjoyed bloodthirsty Daemon, I know I did. Next part coming Friday or Saturday night (and yes, it’s going to pick up RIGHT where we left off). I have two delicious requests in the works: 1) a Feyd Rautha request (featuring the iconic darlings), and 2) a Daemon request (featuring some angst and steamy make-up sex). ~ Lacie <3

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[da-mous]

I stumbled out the back of the brick building into the cool night air, slamming the plain grey door behind me. Through it I could still hear the pulsing beat of the music blaring from inside, still drowning out my thoughts as it was designed to

The forest in front of me was pitch black at this hour, but I ran into it, the music quickly fading from earshot

I stumbled through the dark, calling out my own name. I felt tangibly that there was nothing left inside me but a screaming web of neglected thoughts and feelings, tangled cacophonously like cords left in a box

How long had I been in there? Are my friends still out there? Do they still love me? Do I still love me?

Finally I came upon my body, slumped against a tree. I couldn't help but look at her with disgust. Covered in dirt and grass and regret. She wouldn't look at me. She just kept her head down, hair long and grown out, obscuring her face. Piece of shit

I could have left her there

I knelt in front of her

She looked up only slightly. I could barely see her face, but it was fresh with tears. She covered it with her hands before I could get a proper look

I reached out and cupped her hand in mine, and after a moment she took her hand off of her face and let me hold it, but still she turned her face away. I helped myself up. She was wobbly on her feet, but I let myself lean on me as I walked her home

"I'm sorry," I told her as we walked through the night air

She didn't respond

I had another thing to tell her, but it wasn't true yet, so I held my tongue

We got back to our apartment at 4 AM. We'd left the lights on, and so it was clear immediately that everything was, eerily, exactly where we'd left it some weeks, months, years ago

I took myself to the bathroom to sit her down while I drew up a bath. The sound of the water running almost drowned out the tangled threads screaming in my head, but I could still hear my disdain for myself just as clearly. She still wouldn't even look at me, even after I walked her home and let her track shit all over our carpet

The water had become high enough, and so I helped myself out of her clothes and into the tub

Her frail, naked body looked pathetic under the water, but I took a washcloth and scrubbed at the dirt and mud staining her skin. I did hate her, but I liked how smooth her legs looked without all the grime. I had forgotten how soft her skin was to the touch

As I sat beside her scrubbing her back, her head still hanging down, I caught the glistening of a brown eye looking up at me through our hair. She quickly shifted her gaze back down when I noticed it, hoping I hadn't seen. I just kept scrubbing

As I cleaned her chest I could feel the pace of our breath. Slow and controlled, but shaky, like she was coming down from panicking. Still, I hated her to some degree, like bile in my heart. But I stopped scrubbing for a moment to hold her close. The mud caked into her hair got on my cheek, but I held myself until her racing heart slowed to an easy pace. For just a moment, it was all I could hear

I squirted our shampoo into my hands and pushed her hair back to start scrubbing it. I could see her face clearly now, tilted down away from me as it was. It truly was still me. As I finished lathering her hair, she tried to steal another glance up at me, but I met her gaze before she could look away again

I put my finger on our chin and tilted our head up, and now I was forced to meet my gaze. The pace of our heart quickened as she anticipated my impending judgment

"I love you," I told her

[geotjwrs]

Megan Fox is entranced by Male!R’s long tongue

i want you (18+)

Pairings ; Megan Fox x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; smut (minors dni!)

Note ; sorry for the late notice 😓

Megan was working on the set of her upcoming movie, 'Jennifer's Body'. As she navigated through the intricate details of the film, she couldn't help but be entranced by the enigmatic assistant director, Y/N. Little did she know, Y/N had been observing the stunning actress with equal intensity and longing.

The attraction between them was palpable, and it was only a matter of time before they'd give in to their desires. One day, while reviewing a scene together, Megan found herself lost in Y/N'a captivating gaze. Sensing the tension in the air, Y/N decided to take the first step, leaning in towards Megan and whispering, "You know, I've been admiring you from afar."

Megan, her heart racing, replied with a husky voice, "You have? I must admit, I've noticed you too."

"I can't help but be drawn to your beauty, Megan. I've always found you irresistible," Y/N confessed, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I can't deny the attraction either. I've been thinking about you lately," Megan admitted, her eyes filled with desire.

Seizing the moment, Y/N leaned in and captured Megan's lips in a passionate kiss. As their tongues intertwined, Megan let out a soft moan, feeling her body respond to Y/N's touch.

Breaking the kiss, Y/N looked deep into Megan's eyes and whispered, "I want you, Megan. I want to make you mine."

"I want that too," Megan replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.

With that, Y/N took Megan's hand and led her to his private trailer, where they could be alone. As soon as the door closed behind them, Y/N pulled Megan into his arms and kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing sensually with each other.

"I've been fantasizing about your long tongue, all tangled with mine," Megan whispered breathlessly between kisses.

"I've been fantasizing about you too, Megan. I want to taste every inch of you," Y/N replied, his hands tracing the curves of her body.

As their passion grew, Y/N slowly undressed Megan, revealing her breathtaking beauty. Her eyes never left his as he sank to his knees and began to kiss her neck, causing her to shiver with pleasure.

"Yes, Y/N. That's it," Megan moaned, her hands running through his hair.

Y/N's lips continued their descent, moving to her collarbone and then to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Megan arched her back, gasping with pleasure as Y/N's talented hands continued to explore her body.

"You taste so good, Megan," Y/N murmured, his lips moving to her other breast. He continued to tease her nipples, causing Megan to squirm with desire.

As Y/N's fingers found their way to Megan's wet pussy, he began to massage her clit, making her moan with pleasure. Megan's body writhed with ecstasy as Y/N's fingers delved deeper, sliding inside her.

"Oh, Y/N, that feels so good," Megan cried out, her body trembling with desire.

Y/N continued to pleasure Megan, his fingers moving in and out of her pussy, his thumb still working magic on her clit. As Megan's moans grew louder, Y/N knew she was close to the edge.

"I want you, Megan. I want to feel you wrapped around my cock," Y/N growled, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes, Y/N. Fuck me, please," Megan begged, her body on fire with need.

Without hesitation, Y/N positioned himself behind Megan and slowly slid his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. As he began to thrust, Y/N's hands gripped Megan's hips, pulling her closer with each powerful stroke.

"Oh, Megan, you feel so good. So fucking good," Y/N groaned, his voice filled with lust.

"Harder, baby. Fuck me harder," Megan demanded, her voice filled with desire.

Y/N obliged, his thrusts growing more intense with each passing moment. As Megan's moans filled the air, Y/Ncould feel his own climax building.

"I'm going to cum, Megan. I'm going to fill you up," Y/N warned, his voice ragged with desire.

"Yes, baby. Cum inside me. I want to feel you," Megan replied, her body trembling with pleasure.

With that, Y/N plunged deep inside Megan, his cock pulsing as he released his hot, sticky load. Megan cried out in pleasure, her own orgasm washing over her as she felt Y/N's cum inside her.

As they both caught their breath, Y/N gently pulled out of Megan and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"That was incredible, Megan," Y/N whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"It was, Y/N. You're incredible," Megan replied, her voice filled with affection.

In that moment, they both knew that their lives had been forever changed. The connection they shared was unlike anything they had ever experienced before, and they knew that their passion would only continue to grow.

[ilaytrapsfortroubadours]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you so much for the tag @lokimobius !!

I’ve been struggling with horrible insomnia for weeks now, so naturally I’m projecting onto my little characters lol.

Hope you enjoy! Feedback welcome 💕

(also you can find me on ao3 at jupiter1946)

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Mobius’s apartment was only a few rooms down from his, so it didn’t take long for him to get there. He drug his feet down the hallway in a haze, like a moth to a street lamp.

He stood at the door for a moment, fingertips brushed against the doorknob, his heart pounding. What exactly was he doing here? What did he want out of this? His sleep deprived brain couldn’t quite figure it out.

Regardless, he gingerly knocked, distantly considering bolting back to his room before Mobius could answer the door.

Before he could make up his mind, the door swung open, revealing Mobius standing in the doorway, looking a bit groggy but alert nonetheless.

“Loki? Everything okay?” He asked, puzzled yet concerned.

Loki met the analyst’s eyes, staring blankly, not having the vaguest semblance of a response in his head.

“I’m…” He paused, unsure of where he was going with his words. The brief moments he spent staring into Mobius’s prying eyes felt like hours. He forced himself to speak.

“…I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing here,” Loki admitted, his downcast eyes welling up with tears for the thousandth time that night. He inwardly scolded himself for waking Mobius up like this for no reason. “Sorry to disturb you.”

Loki turned on his heels, prepared to stagger back to his room, interrupted after a moment by Mobius’s quiet “Loki, wait.”

He turned around, eying the analyst with confusion (and a bit of apprehension), to which Mobius responded with the gaze of someone both confused and concerned in the face of their friend, known for being cold and distant to no avail, showing up at their door in the dead of night looking as if they’d been to hell and back.

Mobius took a breath, willing away his bewilderment in order to focus on how to best help his admittedly troubling friend.

He knew Loki was, deep down, more than the lies and the tricks and the manipulation. However, slowly chipping at those walls proved to be an exhausting task.

But now, here Loki was in his TVA-issued sleepwear, his body language heavy with what could only be described as centuries worth of exhaustion.

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[bambiraptorx]

two wild Donnies approach! (one rather reluctantly)

Open your shell Donnie is mine and Catch you! Donnie is @mudlarkspur 's!

@tmntaucompetition

[I.D. Full color digital drawing of Open Your Shell Donnie and Catch You Donnie. Open Your Shell Donnie is hovering midair, his beetle wings fluttering rapidly. He seems mildly annoyed and his antennae are curved over rather than standing up straight. Catch You Donnie is hanging from his leg, wearing a purple sari and waving excitedly. They exclaim, "Grab on! W-we're testing to see how much weight he can carry!" End I.D.]

[I.D. Ditigal Sketch of Minor Interference Donnie and Teen Draxum. Donnie angles he face up as if looking at the other Donnies, and waves, with his other hand on his hip. He says "Hi, Donnie! And, uh, insect Donnie. I'm always down for science!" Next to him, Teen Draxum has a look of awe on his face, his eyes wide and his hands held up by his face. An arrow points to him and is labeled "hasn't seen anyone else here with clothes similar to his yet". End I.D.]

[honestlyautomaticchaos]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you to get to know your mutuals and followers.

Music - both listening to it and performing. I usually sing (soprano), but I am currently trying to convince myself to relearn the guitar and practice playing the piano again

Collecting - I have several smaller collections and one larger one. I will elaborate if asked.

Animal videos - I am subscribed to several YouTube channels with cute videos of their pets

Reading - lately I've mostly been reading manga and cookbooks, but I also love reading about history. I am also willing to elaborate on this when asked

Thrift stores - I can find all sorts of cool stuff in them every now and then at prices where I can afford to impulse buy things