#“it can help with your cramps” girl it sure did 😭

[gallusneve]

got railed so hard it jumpstarted my period early peace and love on earth

[juletheghoul]

if you are still taking requests for the general can we PLEASE see what would happen if reader were ever in danger or threatened or kidnapped? to see marcus’ reaction and him do whatever it takes to get them back?? and his reaction to when he does?? 😭😭 i’m shaking askingthis omg,,

You're so right for this nonny, you're practically in my head. I was working on a chapter of the General, and it's basically this so here we go!

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, violence, attack on the villa - you are hurt and Marcus gets serious, hurt/comfort, creampie, master / slave dynamic (power imbalance), Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus, let me know if I missed any!

Unbeta’d, any mistakes are my own!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 2.8k

reblogs are appreciated

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Your fingers cramped, his tunic had been more damaged than you’d initially thought and what you’d imagined would only take a few minutes, had taken the better part of an hour. With his tunic mended, you used the small knife to cut the thread and blessedly stretched, wincing at the ache in your back from being hunched over. An odd feeling weighed down the pit of your stomach and it was hard to place until you realized how eerily quiet the house was. Not just the familiar quiet of night, but an all-encompassing hush that seemed to cover everything like a blanket. 

No crickets chirping, no night birds singing, even the breeze seemed to have stopped. An icy finger followed the line of your spine and when his dogs began barking loudly, it almost made you jump out of your skin. 

You ignored the unease in your stomach and reassured yourself, the hour had grown late, and all of the chores had been completed. All that was left to do was fill the water basin in his private chamber, as well as yours. The dogs still barked as you made your way through the peristyle, irritated that despite being well trained, they did not relent. It was unlike them to ignore a command from your dominus and with a frown you belatedly notice one of the house's guards lying prone. 

You gasped, rushing over to him to help him, hoping it was only the heat that had gotten to him. You turned him, struggling to reach his face when your hands felt something wet, and with a barely contained scream, you saw that he had been attacked, and had not survived. The realization hit you like a knife to the belly, there was someone in the house, someone intent on sending your Dominus to the underworld. 

Ice crawling through your veins and with your heart in your throat, you ran towards his chambers to warn him.

The halls were dark and quiet as you ran as fast as your legs could carry you, praying to Diana to bless you with swiftness, to Mars to bless Marcus’ sword, and to humbly beg Pluto to stay away. 

Diana did not listen, and a shadow caught you unawares in the dark hall outside his chamber, cutting off the scream before it left your mouth. Your vision blurred as the faceless hulk behind you all but lifted you by the throat, making you squirm in his grip until he pressed the sharp tip of his blade to your back. 

“Silence!” He hissed into your ear, pain radiating from your neck, and where his knife cut shallowly into the skin of your back. You tried to scream, to kick and struggle out of his grip but it was iron, and when he slammed you back against the wall the world turned on its head. You choked on the coughs stuck in your throat, vaguely making out the angry words he hissed in your face. 

“Where is he? Where does he keep the valuables?” The fight was going out of you, your eyes, felt like they were going to pop out of your head, and your hands had surely been weighed down with something. Warmth ran down your back. 

Your vision blurred and a sinking realization hit you. 

I am going to die here.

Everything faded for a moment before you fell, hard, onto the ground. Breathing in felt like swallowing fire, your body was so heavy, and you couldn’t be sure how much time passed before you took in the scene. The man that had attacked you was on the floor before you, his eyes open, but never to see anything again. 

“Are you hurt?” His voice is like a balm and it’s with frantic hands that you clutch at him where he’s crouched in front of you. 

“Dominus-”  Your voice comes out like gravel, your throat burning so much so, tears fill your eyes and he shakes his head, shushing you softly. 

“Quiet girl, do not speak if it pains you, simply nod, are you hurt anywhere but here?” His hand is wet with blood, but it touches your neck soft as silk. You nod your head as he helps you to stand, holding you close to his warmth, his eyes scan over all of you, frowning when he sees the blood seeping through the back of your tunic, and flowing down towards your ankle. 

“Let me see.” He lifts it, turning you in his grip and an angry sound fills his mouth. 

Your heart fills with something huge, something unknowable, unnamable. 

“Can you walk?” The strength in him rears its head, and he practically holds you up, you nod your head yes and he nods back once, pressing his bloody finger to his lip to keep you quiet before tucking you in behind him. He picks up his sword and slowly, you both make your way through his halls, hunting those who dared threaten him. He pokes his head around a corner and is confronted with a small group of his attendants, the older women, the toughest of them has a knife in her hand. 

“Hide yourselves, I will find you once the threat is removed. Go to the cellar and bar yourselves in.” He nods once and they obey, trusting him to protect those who are alive. You move to join them but his free hand holds you tight. “You stay with me, girl.”

You nod and hold onto his arm like an anchor. 

He finds them in his library, rifling through his things and for a moment your heart drops at the sight of them. There are four of them, and they turn in unison, dropping his parchments and smiling to see him alone, and worst of all, accompanied by an injured slave. 

Wordlessly they begin to circle and with your throat burning, you begin to pray once more. 

One of them advances too quickly and Marcus slices him from throat to groin without blinking. The blood splatters onto Marcus and then spreads from where the man falls on the floor and you feel as though you’re stuck in a nightmare. 

“I will give the rest of you the chance to keep your lives if you leave now.” 

“To what end? You’ve seen our faces, you will just come looking for us.” One of the braver ones spits it back in his face, looking to the others for support. They advance but he doesn’t let them close enough to hurt either of you. You see why he’s earned his reputation firsthand, and your brain rebels against itself. Part of you is terrified to see such violence outside the arena, in the place that is your home no less. Another part of you though, rejoices to see him fight for his house, for you. His sword moves swiftly, as fluid as water as he cuts his way through them with terrifying ease. 

He drips in their blood, unfeeling, unseeing, until there is one left on the ground, clutching at his wounds. 

“Mercy, I beg of you!” He holds his hands up, eyes shining with a fear you have never seen. 

“The time for mercy has passed.” He blocks your view, but you hear the sound of flesh parting, a sickening gurgling sound, and then silence. 

You stand there in the dark room, still as a statue until he blocks your vision again, his bloodied hands holding your face softly. He says nothing, only holds your gaze and you cannot help but press yourself close, gripping onto his arms if only to convince yourself that he is healthy and whole before you. 

Wordlessly, he leads you away from the gore of the room. He completes his circuit of the house, finding the guards that survived the attack as well as other attackers, none of them having survived their attempt. 

He thanks them for fulfilling their duty to protect and orders them to dispose of the gore corrupting his home. He orders them to find the others hidden away, to let them know the house is once again safe. Your hands tremble, but you cannot be sure if it’s from fear or from the way he has not let you go since this whole ordeal began. You look down as he speaks his commands, to see the way his hand sits on your hip, wrapped around you, pressing you close to his side. The blood on his hands has seeped into the fabric of your tunic, it is smeared all over your arms and your neck. You swallow and the pain is still there, and when you shift his hand tightens around you, pressing into the shallow cut and you wince. 

He feels the way you shy away from the pain, and promptly dismisses his guards, advising them that fresh water and linens are to be brought to him at once. 

“Come girl, let me tend to that.”

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The shaking does not stop, neither does the feeling of ghostly fingers wrapping themselves around your neck. Neither does the pain. Your fingers itch to do something, but with your Dominus cleaning and bandaging your wound, you can do nothing but stand in front of him, and tremble like a leaf. 

He does his best to soothe, but his gentle touch and soft words can only do so much. There is anger in you, a sharp clawing desire to break something, to hurt those that hurt you, those that snuck into his house like rats to do naught but harm. If your throat didn’t hurt so much, you’d scream. His lips bring you back though, where they press to your back when he is done bandaging you up. 

You watch him, wild-eyed with the blood still pounding in your ears, and wonder how he can be so calm, cleansing the blood off his skin like he’s done it a thousand times. But hasn’t he? The reality of him becomes crystal clear, this was nothing to him. His eyes are focused on the task at hand, they move methodically, dipping into the water and scrubbing at his face, and his arms. He undresses to the skin and continues his ritual, only looking to you once he is satisfied with his state. 

“Come, girl, undress.” Your body falls into its usual rhythm, obedience. 

You strip, careful of the wound and your neck, and once nude, you walk over to him. Silently, he dips a new cloth and sets about his task. Your face is first, gently but thoroughly cleaned of every drop of blood. Your arms next, and then your neck. You wince, but stay still. Handprints that had seeped through and marked your hip, your back, all of them wiped away like they’d never been there. He crouches and follows the trail of your blood where it had slid down the swell of your ass, down the back of your leg towards your ankle. Not a drop is spared, and then he is done.

“Thank-” It's a harsh whisper that comes out of your mouth, and he doesn’t let you finish the sentiment.

“Do not speak, I would not have you in pain. Your throat must heal and the more you speak the longer it will take.” He pressed a soft kiss to your brow, but you held him close, cold all of a sudden as you stood there in his chamber, both of you bathed in moonlight and damp from the cloth. He lets you clutch to him, lets you press yourself into the cage of his arms, and wraps you up in them. He is the cure, you do not tremble when he holds you like this. 

An ache builds, the need for comfort, for warmth, for affection. For love, whispers a tiny little part of you, a part you ignore. 

You stand on the tips of your toes and press your lips to his, hoping he can sense what you need. 

“Are you not in pain?” His fingers curl around the long line of your neck, feather-soft, holding your gaze as you try to kiss him again. You nod, but try again anyway and he holds you still. You mouth the words, exaggerating the shapes of them in your mouth so he will understand. 

“I need you.”

He searches your eyes and is satisfied with what he finds, nodding once and then finally giving you his mouth, his tongue, and the loveliest of sounds from deep in his chest. 

You take charge and push him to sit on his bed, guiding him to lie on his back and he follows where you lead, arranges himself exactly how you want him, and lets you climb onto him. You straddle his waist, fitting his hardening cock between the lips of your sex. He bites his lip, eyes focused on the way you rock yourself along his length and despite giving you control of this encounter, his hands land heavy on your hips. His fingers dig in, sliding up to hold onto your breasts, both fingers pinching and stroking at the peaked tips of them in the way he knew you liked, the way he knew would turn your cunt into a fountain of arousal. 

“Use me, girl, do what you need, take your pleasure.” One hand stayed on your breast, the other went to his lips and he dipped his thumb into his mouth, wetting it before sliding it between where the head of his cock peeked out from between your legs and slipped it over your clit. A heavy sigh leaves your mouth, the pain in your throat mingling with the pleasure between your legs. 

You bend forward, pressing your mouth to his with an urgency that claws at your very being. The desperation isn’t just in you though, there’s something of the caged animal in Marcus, a tremble in his fingers when they dig into the meat of your hips that conveys an itch to take control. You need this now though, so with his tongue in your mouth, you lean forward and lift your hips enough to give your hand room to grasp the weeping head of him, and notch it at your soaked entrance. 

It’s almost too much, the way he fills you, the slick head of him almost too deep. His cock twitches and you cannot help but clench around him, your cunt flooding with waves and waves of arousal for him. His hands are charged like the air before a storm, roaming from your thighs, to your hips, up to thumb and strum at your nipples. Moans and whimpers slip out despite the pain in your throat. 

You roll your hips, the pressure against your clit radiates out and the pleasure builds. It makes you frantic, the slip of him inside made all the better with the way you soak his lap. You speed up, chasing the friction and the pleasure just there, despite the burn in your thighs and the sweat beading on your brow with the effort of your movements. 

“That’s it girl, fuck me-” Your stomach drops with the dark thrill of him letting you take, your nipples so sensitive under his thumbs, it’s almost painful. You want to go faster, but you’re losing steam, and you let out a sigh in frustration, pushing past the discomfort. 

“Come, let me give it to you.” His hands slip around your back, and he pulls you forward, so you lie onto his chest folded into his embrace. He wraps his arms around you, fully, holding your arms to your sides so you can do nothing but take, and then he gives. 

He plants his feet, and thrusts up hard, and fast enough to make your mouth fall open in a silent scream. 

“This is how you want it, hard, you want to feel this cock for days don’t you girl?” He grunts out the words, and despite the red, violent haze of his love, you cannot help but marvel at the strength in him. 

“Yes, please Dominus, don’t stop-” It comes out whispery, into the crook of his neck but he shudders all the same, and somehow, he fucks up into you harder. You turn to liquid in his arms, shuddering when the climax hits you hard as a punch to the gut. He lets out a guttural sound, but fucks you through it just the same, drawing out the orgasm until it takes him under. 

He comes hard, rope after rope of his release painting your insides. Hot and messy and it almost makes you purr like a cat.

He lets go, both of you breathing hard, and sticky with the sweat of exertion. 

“Give me a few minutes.” He breathes hard, while you press soft kisses, and kitten licks where the salt of him collects, “I will fuck you again, I am ravenous for you, girl.” His hands reach down, and grab at the meat of your ass and you smile. 

“Yes Dominus.” It doesn’t hurt as much as it did, and you’re sure that by morning, you’ll be right as rain. 

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[ghosts-bandwagon]

can you do one where the reader has *terrible* periods (im talkin cramps, headaches, while nine yeards) but does their best to push through them and how 141 + ale, rudy, and konig react to them <3 (also i really do like the way you did your masterlist its v neat and put together)

Literally me every month 😭 this one’s for the nightmare period squad, I love y’all and I’m right there with you (thank you love!) (I’m sorry for leaving Rudy and Ale out, it’s a little much for me I’m so sorry 😭)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He’s pretty attuned to you, he has a sense when something’s up, so he decides to keep an eye on you throughout the day

You’re sweating a little more than usual and looking a little clammy when you’re on the treadmill (hoping beyond hope that working out will help) (… it doesn’t)

He’s watching you during the briefing, your hands are clenching your abdomen, your breathing is a little irregular, and your left eye twitches occasionally. You’re masking your discomfort and you’re doing it well enough to fool everyone else but him. He sees you make a detour to the clinic on base and walk out with a small heated water bottle pressed against your stomach

He stops by your room to see that your usual coffee is replaced with peppermint tea, the lights are dim, and you’re sitting at your desk, curled over the table with paperwork scattered under your head. He announced himself with a knock and you bolted upright, you winced almost immediately

“Easy love, it’s just me.” He chuckled, “Doin’ alright?” He eyed the tea and turned the bottle of pills in his hand,

“Of course, always.” You we’re out of breath, “Why?”

“Don’t make me ask.”

“Ugh fine. It’s my period, I’m sorry.” He tossed the bottle in his hands at you and you caught it not very gracefully.

“Don’t be. You’ve done more in your state than most of them do normally. Just… take a rest. Take your meds. You’ve done enough.”

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He doesn’t really notice, you’re unfortunately good at hiding your symptoms (save for the obvious bleeding and the wrappers in the trash)

Honestly he’s amazed you can go about your day so effortlessly with all that going on

He’s watching you catch up on some chores when he starts to notice the wince in your eyes when you move a certain way, you’re putting away laundry fresh from the dryer and pressing the warm clothes tightly against your lower abdomen

You’re in the kitchen and you’re massaging your temples, breathing heavily, leaning against the counter, shaking your head and continuing with your task

“Alright, bonnie, that’s enough. Let get you set up.”

“Johnny, baby, I’m fine.”

“Sure ya are, I’m just taking care of that fine arse for you since you won’t.” He winked at you, he walked you back to bed, grabbing your heating pad and menstrual relief pills from the bathroom.

“Take it easy, hen, let’s get some movies going, yeah?”

John Price:

He knows your tells. Not only because he lives with you and sees the wrappers in the trash, but because he can feel the shift

You start to take on tasks that you’d normally pass on, whether it’s to prove to him or yourself that you can muscle through it

You don’t need to prove anything to him sweetheart, he knows how strong you are, just let him take care of you

He tells you as much but you wave him away and continue with what you were doing

He gets a little frustrated because he knows you’re suffering, he knows how hard your periods hit you, just let him help you damn it

So he sets up a little trap, he asks you to help him in the bedroom, and being the big strong girl you are, you go in ready to help but he wrap you in a big blanket and swings you over his shoulder, he set you down on the bed, tucked under the blankets, half-heartedly glaring at him.

“Rest, darling, please.”

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He knows how bad your periods are and he doesn’t let you move an inch out of bed, he’s super doting, and he spoils you absolutely rotten

Even if you insist you can muscle through it, he won’t let you

Dishes need to be done? He’s got it. Groceries? Instacart that mf. Laundry? Say no more queen. Gotta make dinner? No you don’t.

He’s got your heating pad cranked up as high as you need it to be, your comfort show or movie is playing and he’s got your meds and some water ready for you when you need

Period care king tbh.

König:

Schatz please, you only make it worse, he knows that and you know that, but he’ll always remind you

He lets you press on about your day, doing whatever you can to distract yourself from the pain, but as soon as he sees you clutch your stomach and double over when you think he can’t see you, he steps

“Liebling, please you’re hurting me.”

“König, don’t start.” You sighed exasperated, he’s willing to deal with a lot but when it comes to your well-being, he doesn’t fuck around,

“Beg your pardon, schatz?”

Oops.

“Fine. Do your worst.” You relented, he smiled mockingly at you (not in a malicious way),

“That’s what I thought.”

You’re buried under blankets, your electric heating pad spread over your abdomen, water and medicine is on your nightstand, and you’re so grateful König knows you as well as he does.

[simpsdept]

Carmilla carmine x moody fem reader headcannons! (Small)

-Romantic

-Fem Reader

A/n: idea struck into my mind. Gonna use it. I should work on requests…

-She’ll treat you like a ✨queen✨ when you’re on your period. She gets them too, and she wants you to be as comfortable as possible! She’ll literally pamper you, she’ll skip work if she needs to, to make sure that you’re doing alright and have everything you need.

-Now the first time she saw you get extra moody during your period, she was surprised, she can’t lie. You did warn her that you can be awful when your period comes around, but she didn’t think you were this bad. It was like you were a child having your parents say no to you about getting something.

-She did eventually get used to your attitude changes over time, you were still you, no matter how you acted during your period. Now that doesn’t mean she’ll let you get away with everything. She doesn’t want you to talk back in a bad way, like insult her or raise your voice at her, she’ll usually tell you to ‘cool down’ or ‘stop acting like a child’, which usually gets you to calm down, or she’ll give you some space

-If your mood switches to being really upset, complaining that your cramps hurt, being hungry, and all that, she’ll be there more. She knows how much cramps can truly hurt and she’ll be right there, heating pads, pads, tampons, chocolate, anything. This girl literally owns a business, she has plenty of cash to spend for you, especially in these moments. She’ll also cuddle you in bed or on the couch watching tv with you if your cramps are especially bad that day. She’ll give you soft head kisses, rubbing your back or stomach gently while whispering okays into your ears.

-Her alluring and smooth voice does calm you down. She’s good at that. You really are thankful that she can even calm you down. Your moods are terrible sometimes, and thankfully you have a sweet patient wife to help you through it

I think that was okay??😭🙏. Maybe I should make a platonic one, for a daughter reader

[sxxythingz]

Something to Prove

Lo’ak Sully (21) x human female reader (22)

Taglist: @pandorxxx my girl once again helped me make sure that this came out perfect and just ahhhh!! I couldn’t be more thankful to her 😭💖

Warnings: smut, cursing, squirting, aged up characters, creampie, choking, p in v

Summary: You and Lo’ak have a close “friendship”, always spending lots of time with each other. One day while in your hut that you had built for you close to the lab, he peaks into your bag finding something that he wasn’t meant to find which triggers an experimental side of him.

WC: 2.6K

🛑MDNI🛑

You were one of the scientists working alongside the government who was lucky enough to get picked to travel to Pandora. The experience has been amazing, you never knew another planet could hold such beautiful scenery, far more amazing than earth. You’ve been on Pandora for almost a year and in your time here, you’ve managed to accumulate friendships with the omatikayan people, but there’s been one person that you have managed to create more than just a friendship with.

“Come on Lo’ak, no more silly faces, this is the last picture that I’m going to take.” You extend your arm out for the last time, holding your phone horizontally as Lo’ak sits beside you giving a toothless smile for you guys’ final picture. “That’s better.” You say as you look back at all of the photos that you guys have taken together in the last hour. “How do you even work one of those things? What is it made for?” He asks you as his eyes stay plastered to the screen, trying to figure out how you manage to work it so fast.

“It’s kind of similar to the throat microphone that you guys use, but not really. We can call each other on it, listen to music, play games, text, take pictures like we just did, and record videos.” He nods his head as he carefully listens to you describe how to use a phone. “Can I hold it?” He asks you as he holds his large hand out and you place it in his hand as your answer. “It’s so small in my hand compared to yours.” He says as he inspects the phone, turning it around to see the backside. “That’s what she said.” You smirk, letting a small chuckle out at your joke. “That’s definitely not what you say to me.” He smirks back at you and you roll your eyes at his remark, knowing exactly what he’s referring to.

You and Lo’ak started out as friends, you could even go as far as saying that you became so close so fast that you considered him your best friend at the start of all this. Over these past few months, things changed quickly as your attraction for each other grew like wildfire. Your relationship wasn’t an actual relationship, but it wasn’t a friendship either. Lo’ak didn’t know the term for it, but you did. Your friend with benefits is what you considered him to be. He has been begging to become more than that every since you guys’ first time, he knew right then that he didn’t want anyone else having the experiences that he has with you, but you never accepted his offer knowing that one day you would have to leave Pandora and it would just hurt both of you in the end.

“Shut up! You are so cocky and I can’t stand it.” You laugh, lying flat out on your bed that you have near the lab. “That’s one thing that you love about me and you know it.” He responds back and you shake your head as a response. “Do you mind putting my phone on the charger over there? It’s about to die and I suddenly caught a cramp in my leg, I don’t think I can make it over there.” You whimper jokingly, lying to get him to do it for you, simply because you’re feeling lazy and you know he’ll do whatever you ask him to. “Cramp my ass. You just don’t feel like moving, Y/n. You are so lazy.” He chuckles before standing up to walk over to the table and put your phone on charge for you. You stare at the ceiling of your cot, waiting for Lo’ak to come sit back down beside you before you realize he’s been standing in that one spot for too long which makes you jot your eyes up to see what he’s up to. “What’s taking you so long, asshole?” You ask as you sit up and watch him slowly turn around to face you with something in his hand.

“What the fuck is this?” He asks you, a pair of thongs dangling from his long slender fingers. Your eyes widen in embarrassment “Oh my gosh! Lo’ak, put those down!” You yell out as you quickly run over to him and snatch them out of his hand, placing them back into your bag quickly. “Those are a type of panties called thongs. And why were you even snooping through my bag?” You hit him in his chest as you watch a devious smile spread on his face. “How come I’ve never seen you in these, huh? That’s not fair, I want to see them on you now.” He demands as he crosses his arms over his chest, staring down at you. “What? No, I am not putting those on just for your amusement, sir!” You say as you walk back to your bed. “Oh come on. I’ve never seen them before and I bet you look fucking amazing with these on. Just this one time please.” He begs with puppy dog eyes, and you give a low sigh. “You’re not going to stop until I put them on are you?” You ask and he smirks while he shakes his head.

You roll your eyes and stand back up, reaching underneath your dress to slip your panties off, but making sure that it doesn't rise up enough for him to see anything. Your panties fall to your feet and you kick them to the side, slipping the thong on and looking back to Lo’ak. “Happy now?” You ask him as you watch him come closer. “Turn around.” He demands as he twirls his finger in circles with his words. You turn around to face your bed and you feel his strong hands land on the bottom of your thighs, slowly moving upwards as he lifts the dress up with his every movement. His hands completely lift the bottom of your dress up, revealing the thong and you hear him groan behind you. “Your ass already looks great with nothing on, but this just made it 10x better.” You feel his hands firmly grip your ass, a moan leaving your lips already. “Take this off.” He says, speaking more so to himself as he takes your dress off the rest of the way, throwing it on the ground next to your panties.

“Wait. I’ve got an idea.” He says as you feel his hands completely leave your body and you watch him walk over to your phone, taking it off of the charger. “What are you doing?” You ask him as he walks back over to you, flipping you back around to face the bed. He puts your passcode in and finds the camera app, looking for the record button. “Bend over.” He commands as he places his hand in the middle of your back and pushes you into the bed so your ass is facing up. He presses the record button, pulling you back with one hand by your waist so you are pressed against his pelvis. You grind yourself against his hard dick that strains against his loincloth as he groans, knowing that if you keep this up he won’t be able to contain himself any longer.

“You love to fucking tease me, don’t you?” He chuckles, sending a hard smack to your plush ass. You hum in satisfaction, smirking at the situation you had just put yourself in, knowing that he hates being teased and played with. “Maybe I do.” You giggle at the thought of messing with him. “Keep on, baby. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight if you don’t stop right now.” He threatens you with a good time as he gives you a hard smack to your ass again, making you flinch. You pull your ass back up and throw it back hard as you hear him moan loudly, sharply inhaling after.

“That’s it.” He growls, stopping the recording and tossing the phone on the bed, quickly pulling his loincloth off of him and letting it fall on the ground. “I want to fuck you with your thong still on.” He says as he slides them to the side, needing no lubrication as you’re already soaking wet just from teasing him. “No foreplay today, yawne. I need to be inside of you right now.” He slides his pulsating dick up and down your wet folds before he slams into you, making you scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

His strokes are already fast and hard, holding you by your waist as he continuously slams into your cervix. “Lo’ak… I can’t t-take it.” You stutter out, not being able to speak properly from his hard thrusts. You reach your hand behind you, placing it on his torso in a weak attempt to slow him down, but he grips your arm in his warm hand and holds it there. “Yes you can, baby. You can take my dick. don’t push me away, you know it won’t work.” He moans, watching your ass ripple again this pelvis. He picks the phone back up, once again pressing record to catch you in your weakest moment. Weak under his touch, him not even giving you one minute to catch your breath while he fucks you senseless. “Fuck Lo… I-I’m going to c-cum.” you moan out as your eyes begin rolling to the back of your head so hard that you’re afraid they might get stuck there.

You feel him abruptly stop all movement and pull himself out of you with a popping noise, causing you to groan in frustration and look back at him. “No you’re not. You’re not cumming until I fucking tell you to.” He demands. He stops recording and picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. He walks over to your table and knocks everything off of it in one swipe before placing you on it. “You don’t need these anymore, baby. I want to watch this dick slide in and out of this pretty pussy until you fucking cum.” He whispers In your ear before leaving a small peck. Your pussy grips onto nothing as you moan at his words. You lift your hips up and he immediately grabbed the thong, sliding it down your legs slowly as he maintained sensual eye contact with you. Without a second to spare, he grabs his cock, sliding back into you nice and slow, throwing his head back and moaning as he bottoms out. “I love the way you wrap around me like this pussy was made just for me, and me only.” He pants out as he picks his pace back up to go just as fast as he did when he had you bent over the bed.

“It’s yours baby. It was made just for you and I only want to feel you inside me. N-No one-fuck!- no one else.” You whimper, and he smirks before shooting his hand up to your neck, placing a firm hold on it and bringing you forward to kiss him. The kiss is hungry, as if you guys had been starved of each other for weeks. You automatically open your mouth for him to slip his tongue inside, making you moan into the kiss. He breaks the kiss before bringing the phone back up, this time it’s directly in your face. “Is this what you wanted? Hm? You tease me so you can be fucked like the little slut that you are.” His thumb brushes over your soft lips, signaling for you to open your mouth, sucking on the digit.

“Fuck… you should see your pretty ass on camera. Such a little slut for me.” He chuckles. Your eyes roll as you feel your body coming close to the edge once again. “You’re my slut and no one else’s, got it? Say it. Say that shit right fucking now.” He slams himself harder into you as he takes his finger out of your mouth and you scream out. “Fuck! I’m your slut Lo’ak. I’m your slut and no one else’s.” you yell as your eyes flutter shut. “Mmm. Good girl. I love how needy you are for me.” He growls as he stops recording and throws the phone across the cot, onto your bed as he feels himself coming closer.

You feel the heat in the pit of your stomach bubbling as you arch your back, pushing your chest into Lo’ak’s. “Lo’ak… Can I cum now, please?” You beg as you feel yourself pulsating around him and he moans at the feeling. “Cum for me baby. Cum all over this dick so I can watch you go crazy on me.” He says as he takes his thumb and rubs circles on your clit, sending you into a frenzy. “Ahh fuck!” You moan as your eyes roll once again, your body stiffening as you squirt with each thrust, squelching sounds filling the room. “Shit.” He pants out as he rams his hips into you one last time, staying there as you feel him cumming deep inside of you.

You heavily pant as you look into each other's eyes, laughing at how exhausted both of you are. “You just squirted for the first time and I didn’t get to record that part.” He says, making you look down to see the mess you made. His lower abdomen is soaked, so are your thighs, and the ground underneath you. “I had no doubt that I would.” He brags, glancing down at the mess again before meeting your eyes. You feel your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment as you cover your face laughing. You can’t believe you just gave him the satisfaction of bragging about this, knowing that he’s never going to let it go. “Shut up!” You giggle as you push him in his chest before he grabs your face and kisses you again. He slowly pulls out of you, going in your bag and grabbing the wipes that you keep handy.

He wipes himself off, then he wipes you down before handing you your dress to slip back on while he puts his loincloth back on. “If you tell anybody what I just did you are so dead.” You tell him and he gives you that cocky smile that gives away the fact that he’s going to tell any and everybody who will listen. “You’ll just have to kill me baby because I’m definitely telling it.” He jokes and you roll your eyes before laughing. “skxawng. You are lucky that you’re cute.” You tell him as you stand up to face him, even though he towers over your small frame. “You might as well just date me. Please, I know you want to. You even said it yourself. I’m cute, I make you laugh. And let’s not forget….I give you the best dick of your life.” He smirks, convincing you now more than ever. You let out a sigh as you shake your head with a smile before looking back up at him.

“I mean…why not Sully?” His ears perk up at your response as you watch a bright smile light his face up. “See? You played hard to get but I knew you wanted me this entire time.” He says confidently as you both lay down on the bed together. “Oh whatever! You wish.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at him. He pulls you closer to him and cuddles you, staring into your eyes. “No need for wishing, I’ve got you right where I want you baby.” He says before planting another kiss on your lips. “You are such an asshole.” You laugh as you nuzzle your head into his chest, your eyes heavy as you slowly begin to drift off to sleep.

A/N: So first of all, thank you guys so much for liking my first story, I didn’t expect all the love and it makes me so happy!! 😭💕 I hope you love this one as well and let me know what you think. Also, if anyone has an request for stories that they would like for me to create, just let me know and I would be more than happy to do it! Enjoy you guys 🥰

(P.S. Can we just take a moment to appreciate how fine Lo’ak looks in this picture because what 🥹😭)

[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

How would Joker react if Y/n was pregnant? What would he do? Would he want a girl or a boy? Can you write something for this? :

Anon, I'm so sorry this took me over 4 months to answer! 😭 I didn’t really know how to make this into a oneshot so I’m going to do this in headcanon format with little drabbles in between if that’s alright. This is kind of like a 'what if' situation. No way in canon would Joker let you keep a baby. But let's just pretend :3 I loved this request so thank you for the ask! <333

You understandably freak out when the pregnancy test comes back positive. You are pregnant with The Joker’s child! 

What are you gonna do? How will Joker respond? Will he leave you?

Eventually you gather the courage to sit him down one night and tell him, sobbing the whole way through because you are so scared of his response.

“J-Joker, please don’t be mad! I thought we were being cautious enough, I really did! I can get rid of it if you want-” 

But J surprises you with his reaction. He just shrugs off your hysterics and laughs. “Bunny, bunny, calm down. Is it mine?”

You look at him incredulously and shout, “Well who else would get me pregnant?! The fucking Batman?!”

Joker laughs harder. “Okay then. Why would I be mad at ya?”

You stare at him in disbelief. “Joker, do you understand what this means? We are having a baby! A tiny human! That we are now responsible for! Don’t you see how this is a problem?”

“I know, y/n. We’ll figure it out. You function just fine while I’m gone. The apartment is secluded. Nobody suspects us. You could keep the baby here with you and when I come home I can help.”

“But J, aren’t people gonna start asking questions when they see me with a newborn? And what about the baby? They’ll have to grow up knowing about you. What kind of life are they gonna have? I know this is a lot to ask and I probably shouldn’t, but if you want us to keep the baby, why don’t you just quit? It’ll make it so much easier on us.”

Joker sighs. “It’s not that simple, y/n. I can’t just…stop. I could lay low for a while and not be as active.”

“Can’t you just slowly ease out of it? Think of our kid, J.”

“I… I mean, I guess I could. It’s gonna be hard but I can try. It might take a while though. At least a year for me to get the cops off my back and then fully disappear. I could resume my identity if I need to…” 

“J, you don’t have to do all that. I just need you to step away from crime for the sake of our child. That’s all I’m asking. If we’re gonna have this baby, their father needs to be present.”

“I know. I wanna be. My father was shit. I don’t want to repeat that.”

You smile and nuzzle into his chest. “You won’t. I’m sure of it.”

During your pregnancy, Joker is constantly checking up on you and catering to your needs. He has to know you’re okay at all times.

Weird cravings? He’s on it. No questions asked.

Cramps and headaches? He makes sure you lay down and rest while he takes care of the housework and cooking like a true gentleman. 

All while he’s slowly getting out of the criminal realm by killing laying off his henchmen and letting Frost handle things until the organization can be fully destroyed.

Frost is in utter shock at Joker’s decision and cannot believe what he’s witnessing. But he’s also very happy for his friend. He hasn’t seen J this content in a long time. The idea of being a father must be doing wonders for him. Frost is also the godfather of the baby which gives him a warm fuzzy feeling he doesn’t quite understand.

Further into the pregnancy, you and J remodel your spare bedroom into a nursery. You paint it a neutral green since it's one of J's favorite colors and move a crib and a rocking chair inside. You also stock up on diapers and other supplies to prepare for the baby's arrival.

Finally the time comes for you to go into labor. 

You gasp and sit upright in bed as you feel your water break in the middle of the night. You grab J by his shoulders and shake him until he opens his eyes.

“J! My water just broke!” 

“Huh? Go back to sleep, doll…” Joker mumbles groggily and rolls back over.

You let out an exasperated noise. “J, you idiot! Get up! The baby’s coming!”

It finally registers with Joker and he jumps up out of bed. “OH! The baby. Right. Uhhh, wait here. I’ll call the doc.”

You couldn’t exactly go to the hospital in these circumstances. You wanted Joker to be right there with you when the baby was born and so did he. That wouldn’t be an option at the hospital. So Joker calls his personal doctor that he has on speed dial. His job came with many injuries and a doctor was an extremely handy person to have on staff.

While waiting on the doctor to get to the apartment, Joker lays towels down on the bed underneath you and tries to make you as comfortable as possible. 

You cry out as a sharp pain spreads across your back. “AH! J, I’m scared! I can’t do this!”

“It’s gonna be okay, y/n. You got this. I’m here.” Joker reassures you, squeezing your hand tightly.

There’s a sudden knock at the door and Joker receives a text on his phone. He gets up to go let the doctor in. As the door opens, she pushes past Joker and runs to the bedroom to attend to you. 

Joker pulls up a chair and sits by quietly as the doctor does her work, occasionally rubbing your back and comforting you when needed.

Unlike most men he isn’t grossed out or horrified by the gory sight of giving birth. He’d seen far worse before.

He watches in awe as you persevere through the pain and focus on delivering your baby. He couldn’t be proud of you.

After 8 hours of strenuous labor, it’s almost over. The doctor is encouraging you to make one final push as you grip Joker’s hand so tightly that your knuckles turn white.

“Come on, y/n. That’s it. One more push.” Joker cheers you on.

With a groan of pain, you push again. A sense of relief washes over you and then a small cry breaks out. You look up and see the doctor wrapping your newborn up in a towel and cradling it in her arms. 

“Congratulations boss, you have a healthy baby girl.” The doctor informs Joker and carefully hands the baby over to you. She leaves the room for a moment to give you and J some privacy.

You gasp as you hold the infant to your chest, the pain and exhaustion melting away. “It’s a girl? Aww, hi sweetie.”

Joker sniffles and tears up beside you. He's always wanted a baby girl. You notice him and chuckle. 

“I can see you over there, tough guy.”

Joker lets a choked sob escape his lips. “Sh-She’s so beautiful… Can I hold her?”

You’re taken aback by his sudden show of emotion but you nod and hand the baby to Joker with a smile. He cradles his daughter with a gentleness you’ve never seen from him before. Almost as if he’s afraid to touch her. He kisses her forehead softly. 

“Hi there sweet girl. I’m your Dad. It’s good to finally meet you.” 

The baby wraps her tiny fingers around Joker’s and stares up at him curiously. You laugh at the adorable display but then you realize you haven’t even named her yet.

“J, what are we gonna name her? I haven’t thought of anything.”

“Uh, what letter you thinking of?” Joker asks, not taking his eyes off the bundle of joy in his arms.

“J.” You answer with a soft smile.

Joker catches on and shakes his head. “You ain’t gotta do that, doll. Name her what ya want. I don’t care.”

“No really, I want it to be a J name.”

Joker relents with a sigh and contemplates on a girl name that starts with J. “Uhhhh, Julia?”

“Nah.”

“Josephine?”

“Eh, too fancy.”

“Jade?” 

“Maybe…”

“Jocelyn?”

“No.”

“Juniper?”

“Ooh, I like that one. Let’s go with that. Is that good with you?”

“Yeah. It’s different. I like it.”

The doctor comes in again to make sure that you are recovering well. After you get changed and cleaned up, Joker and the doctor leave the bedroom to let you rest while they take care of Juniper.

Joker adores being a father. He could now fully enjoy it after he officially retires from crime by the time Juniper is a few months old. The police are absolutely baffled. Where did he go? It was like he and his entire organization just disappeared off the face of the earth. Little do they know Joker is right under their noses in an apartment downtown.

Joker keeps an extremely low profile whenever the two of you make an outing, especially with the baby. As a disguise he wears sunglasses and special makeup over his scars. On short trips he just uses a scarf to hide them.

Joker slowly learns how to parent with your guidance and patience. You were new at this too but motherly instincts that you didn’t know you had were kicking in and you surprised yourself with how good you were at being a mom.

Joker is the peek-a-boo king. One of his greatest strengths as a dad is of course making his daughter laugh. He has more time now than ever to play and spend time with her. As hard as it was to let go, he can’t help but think that giving up his life of crime was the best decision he’d ever made.

Juniper has your eyes and Joker’s hair. When her hair started to grow, the curl pattern became evident. Though you knew the curls would be beautiful just her like father’s, they were going to be a pain to take care of.

Each night you and J take turns tending to Juniper when she cries or gets fussy. 

You and Joker are nestled together in bed, exhausted from a day’s work of parenting. The bedroom door is cracked so you can hear if Juniper cries. Sure enough a whine breaks out in the middle of the night, waking you both up. 

“Your turn…” You mumble to Joker, who’s resting his head on your chest. 

“Yes dear.” Joker says sleepily and kisses your cheek.

He sits up with a yawn and moves into the nursery. He picks Juniper up out of her crib and holds her to his chest, patting her back gently.

"Shhh. Go back ta sleep, darlin'. Daddy's got you."

She coos and slowly starts to quiet down, falling asleep in Joker's arms. He puts her back in the crib and smiles. He would always keep her safe and protected no matter what.

[lipglossanon]

This thing comes up on my twitter and TikTok timeline lately, about sterilization or vasectomy for men.

Like, what if your Leons find out that the reader are suffering from their birth control pills? Since they spend more time together and he notices sometimes you’re not happy with your pills. You have acnes that pop up randomly, your mood swings, and other discomfort effects. You often lost your confidence because your skin condition is up to your swinging hormones, sometimes you are sad and crying about it even if Leon always sees you the most gorgeous woman in his life. The period cramps are the most painful for you, before you start taking birth control pills this has never happened. He gradually realizes that it looks like you are the one who takes responsibility here, alone.

Talking about condom, both of you prefer not to use it, you need to feel close with each other as much as you can when you’re making love. And what can he say? He loves cumming inside you and you always beg for it, always want to be filled up. One day, he sees the doctor for the consultation about getting vasectomy, he was done vasectomy in that day just about less than 30 minutes actually. If he wants to have a family with you, when you are ready, he can comeback to get vasectomy reversal…it’s just as easy as that. Besides, after this process it won’t affect him in his sex at all.

He comes back home, a smile on his face when he tells you what he has done and he can give you his cum as much as you want after this, no more birth control pills, no more suffering for you.

Idk but if my future bf or husband does this for me I will feel I’m the luckiest girl in the world😭 he’s just so sweet like that.

(well I’m not sure you guys have this problem but the girls around me who are taking birth control pills (most of them) have experienced the discomfort effects🥺)

-🔮

Howdy 🔮 anon!

And yeah, birth control is sorta damned if you do and damned if you don’t at times.

Mine actually helps clear up my acne and regulates my period, but I still have “wanna lay in the floor and die cry” type cramps.

But! All that to say, that I think Leon would definitely be up to having that conversation with you. Asking you if you wanted to go birth control free if he did the surgery. Especially if it helps you! 💜

[starsomens]

This is my pov on the period headcanon

1. I don’t know how to feel about period sex cuz I’ve never been in a relationship before (let alone have sex before) but I see a lot of girls on this app rooting for it like 🤔🤔 I’m not sure if that’s normal cuz I’ve never heard about it from people I know who have sex lives (I live in UK btw) so it’s never been a subject in a conversation

2. Coming back to the fact that I’ve never been in a relationship, I’m pretty independent when it comes to self care in period days, so again I’m surprised that girls would have partners who take care of them too (calling me out for being single 😭)

So i imagine being in a relationship with Noah and like you said, he takes care of you during your period but honestly my dumbass would be like “wtf are you doing” and by then my sad ass has come to realise the luxury of having a partner taking care of you 😭😭😭

OKAY SO! Girl don’t feel shame about the relationship cuz if you ask me I shouldn’t have gotten into my one with my last Mf did not meet expectations and changed up on me 🙄🙄🙄

But yea sometimes sex or even just self pleasure can help a lot with relaxing and cramping! AND IMA OUT IN MY TEO CENTS

If you’d really or someone you know is like 18 and feel the pressure of being with someone, finding someone or having sex. It’s overrated 😐 cuz on some real shit fuck love get money (I may or may not be speaking from a hurt place) but also there’s time. My real serious relationship was at 19 and lasted about a year. He took me out of a depression and put me back into a deeper one. Sex wise, it was 90/10 I did 90% and he gave 10% and I would always put him before me so I’m the end I didn’t even enjoy myself 😐 BUT ANYWAY! YES! Don’t feel bad about that miss ma'am!

If you haven't experienced it just yet, don't worry I have not either, at least not in a genuine way, but for the mean time I'm here to deliver

[dilemmaontwolegs]

hey queen, for “see no evil hear no evil” pt3, would you consider doing pregnancy x speech where our girl discovers from someone that she can learn how to talk, and she secretly practices it and one day she finds out she is pregnant and she tells aemond that she’s pregnant by talking to him (she also tells him “i love you” 👀) bc that would be so cool!!!

Sorry this took a few days but my writing time had seriously been cut back and I miss it 😭

See No Evil, Hear No Evil {3}

Aemond Targaryen x deaf!fem!reader Author's Note: I may have got a little side tracked but I think I have covered this all as requested with a few extras thrown in. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, period sex, blood, allusion to infertility struggles, canon-death, vomit. WC: 4210

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four

Half of your body was too hot and the other half was too cold when you woke at dawn. The golden hues of the sun breaking the horizon lightened the room as you looked around and found the fire had died overnight. Aemond’s arm tightened around your waist and he nuzzled your shoulder as he curled his long body around yours, providing more heat than you needed. 

Easing out of his embrace for the fifth week in a row, you went into the adjacent room and pulled the string that connected to the maids’ quarters. You had just finished washing your face to chase away the lingering feeling of exhaustion from the early rising when two handmaids appeared and grabbed the dress you had selected for the day. 

Appropriately attired, you made your way through the quiet castle to Princess Helaena’s chambers and found the whimsical woman already opening the door for you with a warm smile. “Ready for today’s lesson?”

Nervousness crept in once again as you nodded and stepped into her room while the children still slept, apparently dawn was the only time it was quiet, or so she said. You thought you had long put the feeling of self-consciousness behind you but these lessons with Helaena had regressed you to the youthful mindset of bygone times and it was a constant battle to continue to show up, until you reminded yourself why you were doing this. 

Helaena waved her hand to the cushioned chair opposite her and you flattened your skirts as you took a seat, grabbing your book and a graphite pencil that Aemond made sure you had plenty of. After writing your message you turned the book around and Helaena read the writing. 

I am to see the maesters this morning so I must leave before long.

“You are not ill,” she stated or asked, though you weren’t quite sure which.

Your hand flew across the page as your chest tightened at the mere thought of what you were writing. It had been the cause for your increased anxiety and only grew as the days passed by and your body experienced no changes.

Six cycles and I am yet with child. 

Helaena gently pushed the book back onto your lap and took your hands in her smaller, delicate ones. “You are not ill, and you will be with child soon. You will be holding a babe by Maelor’s third Name Day. I have dreamed it.”

You struggled to concentrate on the lesson as Helaena’s words echoed in your mind and hope fluttered in your chest. You loved Aemond more than anything, you loved him so much that you felt you could not contain it - you wished to take all that love and create life from it. You wanted to see Aemond as a father, knowing there is no one more loyal to his family and that the child would be loved deeply. 

Yet each cycle you would wake with cramps in your abdomen and an ache in your heart. Aemond could see the tears in your eyes on those mornings and, try as he might to comfort and assure you that good things take time, you could see the same sadness in his eye. 

You had hoped to have a moment with Alicent but with King Viserys’ ailing health she was oftentimes busy ensuring the kingdom ran smoothly and you did not want to be a burden. The queen had enough pressure on her shoulders as it was, though she could have had some more help in the kingdoms’ matters if her eldest son would do his duty.

You looked at the princess, ethereal in her beauty and kind in her disposition, she hardly saw her husband and you wished she had known a dutiful husband. She deserved to be doted upon as Aemond did you. 

“Your mind has taken you places, dear sister,” Helaena said with a smile. “It is almost time to break our fast, would you accompany me to the dining room?”

You nodded and tucked your book back in your pocket with the notes from the lesson before following her to where the twins were being ushered by their maids. Both Jaehaera and Jaehaerys waved excitedly and broke away from the maid trying to detangle their hair to wrap their arms around your legs. 

You knelt to the floor and hugged them back until they pulled back suddenly. 

“Uncle Aemond,” Jaehaera said with a toothy grin and a moment later the door opened to reveal your husband. 

Though it had not been long since you had seen him, your arms were reaching for him and wrapped around his waist as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “I thought I would find you here, my love. Are you hungry?”

You nodded and took Jaehaera’s hand as she reached for you and Aemond, swinging herself between you two as you imagined you would be doing with a child of your own one day. You looked across to Aemond as she swung again and his smile grew although the light never quite reached his eye.

Jaehaera tugged at her Uncle’s arm until he dropped to one knee to address her and his eyes darted to your, then your stomach, then back to your face. Her back was to you so you did not see what it was she said but whatever it was gave him pause. You flipped your hands over so your palms faced up, asking him ‘What?’ but he just shook his head with a smile and took Jaehaera’s hand once more.

You woke the following morning with waves of pain and rushed from the bed to the bathing chamber where the strips of clean linen were stored. You had grown to hate the natural process of your body with each passing month and when word came that Rhaenyra was pregnant yet again, you questioned yourself. 

You had seen it time and time again throughout the Red Keep and in the city beyond. You couldn’t understand why some found themself with a child after bedding a stranger for one night but you could not with over one hundred nights bedding Aemond. You were not one to delude yourself with what was fair and not fair in the life you had been dealt, but seeing the blood stain on your nightdress certainly challenged that. 

You dropped the nightdress into the basin and wrapped a robe around yourself as the weight of defeat pressed on your shoulders and tears leaked down your cheeks. Light poured into the room as the door was open and Aemond filled the space, the soiled sheets bundled in one hand.

You looked away, feeling guilty that a prince was reduced to maids activities, when he knelt before you so you had no choice but to face him as he spoke, “I have trained with the guards for much of my life, dear wife, a little blood is of no concern to me.”

Fresh tears rolled down your face as his tenderness served to catapult you far from your sadness but his worry only increased. 

“Why are you crying, my love?”

You shook your head, hoping to shake the abundance of thoughts filling you. There was no explanation that would make a man understand how turbulent emotions were in those first days of your womanly cycle, so you settled on kissing him instead. 

He dropped the sheet to the floor so he could cradle your face in his hands and deepen the kiss. You pulled away breathless as his hands untied the sash of the robe and pushed the material off your shoulders. You gasped and tried to cover yourself but there was no hiding the streak of red between your thighs, your body burning with embarrassment. 

“Don’t hide from me,” Aemond said as he bent his knees to look at your bowed face. “There is not one part of you that is not beautiful to me, nor is there anything that would change my love for you.”

You bit back the fear that filled you as you asked him something that had been dwelling in the depth of your mind for months and your hands shook as you signed, What if I cannot give you a child?

His lips pressed together sternly and your stomach plummeted within your body before he gave your shoulders a small shake and said, “There is nothing that would change my love for you.”

The air in your lungs released along with the immense pressure that you had not realised had been building in you and you sagged into Aemond’s embrace with relief. His strong arms encased you as your tears dampened his skin and he pulled back. 

“I did not know this weighed so heavily upon you, my love.” He closed his eye and pressed his forehead to yours for a moment. “I should have been more attentive as your husband.”

The thought of your loving husband being even more attentive than he already was didn’t seem possible and your lips parted with a laugh as you shook your head at the impossibility of it all. He froze and wonder fell across his features at what he heard before he crushed his lips against yours and hooked your leg around his thigh. 

“Please,” he said and you knew what he was asking as you felt his erection against your thigh. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of the act, one that was usually saved for those wishing to not fall pregnant. If you said no, Aemond would respect your choice but you found yourself not wanting to say no - though it was possibly the lady-like thing to do. You always wanted your husband and the blood was no concern to him, so why deny both of you the pleasure?

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck as he guided you backwards to the bench that held the basin. The wood was cold beneath you as you sat at the edge and Aemond spread your legs with his hips as he stepped between them and pressed his manhood to your entrance.

Your fingers danced over his back as he filled you and from the smile on his handsome face you knew he was enjoying the sounds you were making as the cramps eased and a different tightness grew. You had not known the remedy his body could give but you were grateful as he chased away the pain and replaced it with pleasure. 

His breath was hot on your neck as he kissed over your pulse and you buried your hands in his hair, holding him close as you felt your heart beating hard in your chest and the same pulse throbbed at your core. 

The long thrusts were teasingly slow and you needed more, dropping your hands to his firm buttocks and pulling him closer. His response was instant as he planted his hands on the wall behind your head rutted hard and quick, leaving you gasping as he hit the deepest parts of your core until you came undone around him. 

Aemond bit his lip at the feel of your release tightening your walls and he dropped his head to your shoulder, wrapping you in his arms as he filled you with his seed through the shudders. Pulling away, he kissed you sweetly before reaching for a washcloth and he laughed as you gasped at the mess, your jaw dropping wide.

“It is blood, not poison,” Aemond teased as he dunked the cloth in the basin and wrung it out before cleaning your thighs. Once you were clean, he wrapped the robe around you to chase off the morning chill before cleaning himself shamelessly, easing the sense of taboo that had crept back in. “I’ll call for breakfast in our room this morning, unless you feel well enough for the dining room.”

Though the cramping ache had gone for the moment, there was still a dull tenderness with each move you made and you did not wish to trek down the halls and stairs to the dining room so you shook your head. You left the bathing room with a handful of linen strips as Aemond grabbed his own robe and found a fresh sheet cast across the bed, though it was not tucked in finely as the maids did.  

Another wave of emotion swamped you and your chest jumped with a hiccup that drew Aemond’s attention. He was in front of you in a heartbeat, seeing fresh tears in your eyes and he ran his hands down your arms. “Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head and placed one hand over his heart as the other signed, I love you.

“I love you too,” he said with a smile as he wiped your damp cheeks. “I never realised how many different tears there were. I prefer your happy tears over all else.” 

Another laugh bubbled from your chest and you pulled away, leaving him smiling to himself as you went to the dressing room. There was nothing pretty about the undergarments that were reserved for your cycle, their only purpose was to hold the linen strips in place and you quickly hid them under a fresh bed dress, deciding you were not going to venture out into the public eye at all. 

Aemond was already laying in the bed when you returned, the blanket barely covering his modesty as he watched you cross the room to him. The hunger in his eye had you stumble and you knew that look intimately, it held the promise that he would give you no reason to want to leave the bed, perhaps ever again.

Smiles came easier and there was no longer an ache in your chest when you watched Aemond play with his nephews and niece. In the last six weeks he had reassured you a plenty that child or not, he would love you until the end of time. 

Sex also came a plenty as the stress of bearing a child was eased from your mind and you took your time enjoying and learning Aemond’s body intimately. There were certainly perks to having sex purely for the fun of it, especially when you wrapped your lips around his cock and brough him to release with your mouth. That was a favourite of yours, being able to look up the length of his body and see how he reacted to your touch, to your tongue. 

“Look at me like that and we will not make it to the Vaemond’s challenge,” Aemond said as he sent Maelor toddling back to his mother so he could have a moment with you in the tower window.

You grinned and lifted your shoulders, silently asking if it would be such a bad thing. His hand wrapped around yours and lifted it to his lips to place a delicate kiss to your palm. 

“And miss the grand family reunion,” he said with a slow growing smile as he saw his sister’s carriage arrive unmet in the courtyard far below. “Come, my love, we should get ready.”

 Your stomach turned as you looped your arm in your husband’s and let him lead the way down the staircase, towards the one who had scarred his face. You knew the story of that night, and how young the boys were when the incident happened, but Aemond’s resentment still burned like the red hot embers that remained long after the flames stopped flickering.

The nervous nausea grew the closer to the throne room that you stepped and when you crossed the threshold you were sure you were going to vomit. Aegon and Helaena were already waiting with Alicent, a clear division in the room as they stood to the left and waited for you to join them.

Alicent greeted you with a kiss to your cheek and she cupped Aemond’s scarred cheek gently as if to remind herself of the pain the other half of King Viserys’ family had wrought on hers. All words that could have been exchanged between mother and son died as Rhaenyra and her family entered the great room. 

Your eyes immediately fell to the swell of her belly that her hand rested upon but you did not feel the usual pang of hurt and it was a relief. 

The relief was short lived as three heads of dark hair trailed in her wake and you felt Aemond tense beside you as his eye fell on them too. You laced your fingers with his and felt him squeeze your hand gently in thanks but he dared not look away from the ones he saw as a threat to his family. 

The group barely gave you a passing glance but their stares lingered on Aemond, or more so the scar and leather patch that hid the worst of his injury. 

Your free hand inched up your throat and flicked out while Aemond coughed a laugh at the vulgar gesture you aimed at the young man who had drawn blood from your husband. The laugh was echoed by Aegon, as he was usually on the receiving end of the gesture, and Alicent shook her head but said nothing as the corners of her eyes wrinkled like she was suppressing a smile too. 

Your eyes trailed over the two halves dividing the room but as you were not in the centre there was not a lot you could read of what they were saying. You could only judge how the challenge was going by the reactions of the faces you were seeing. It was almost a physical ripple of surprise that spread along the room and you watch row after row turn to face the doors. 

The King had risen from his healing slumbers to decide the fate of Driftmark. 

Risen may have been the wrong term, for the King was hardly upright as he struggled to cross the floor with his cane to aid him. Pity filled you for the ailing man who had been kind and welcoming to you and you wished someone would ease his struggle to the throne. 

Your respect for Prince Daemon grew as he stepped up when Viserys’ crown tumbled from his head and the second son placed it back upon his brother’s head. It said a lot about a man who could be so close to the throne and never have it to still hold love for his older brother. You had no doubt that if tradition had not been broken to have Rhaenyra as Viserys’ heir and not his first born son, Aegon, that Aemond would have publically supported his brother too. 

With Otto sitting on the throne as Hand you could read his lips, but with Viserys there was no hope, not with half of his face hidden by the golden mask he wore. You didn’t like the confusion that came with being on the outside of the conversation and it left you more than a little stunned when Daemon suddenly drew his sword and beheaded Vaemond with one foul swoop.

You could scarcely believe your eyes as his body collapsed one way but his head the other and Aemond grabbed your waist, spinning you away from the sight that stayed burned in your mind. It took you a moment to process what you had seen, the odd organ that had been bared from the strike, and you realised it was Vaemond’s tongue that had remained with his body. 

Your stomach lurched and there was no stopping the bile that rose in your throat as you tore away from Aemond and made it passed the line of witnesses before collapsing to your knees and vomiting across the stone floor. Cool hands brushed across your forehead and you knew who they belonged to in an instant. He did not hesitate to use the corner of his clean cloak to wipe away the bile that clung to your lips and draw you away from the mess you had made.

There was no condemnation on his concerned face when he turned you to look him in the eye and you were glad to find that the wave of nausea had passed with what you had emptied from your stomach. With a trembling hand, you closed it to a fist and rubbed your chest but he caught your wrist before you even completed one circle, shaking his head as he pulled it away.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my love,” he said, placing your hand on his chest instead. “You are too pure to have witnessed such violence.”

You frowned at the statement, remembering the many violent deaths you had seen during tourneys over the years and not once had you been squeamish at the sight of a man dying on the sand and straw ground in the summer heat. However jaded it may seem, you had come to expect violence when royals and knights collide.

You looked at Helaena beyond Aemond’s profile and she was clutching her hands together, looking far too joyful for the startled response she had had only moments earlier. Her smile only grew as she stared back at you and her hands arced over her flat stomach before pointing at you. 

Your lips parted with a gasp and you looked down, expecting to see a bump in your dress but it looked as it usually did. You counted back in your head and your hands began to shake harder as you realised while you had not been paying such attention to your cycle, you were about two weeks late for yours. 

“Aemond,” you said as you stumbled back in surprise, but not as much as he did. 

“What did you say?” he asked in shock, and you feared you had not enunciated it as well as when you had practised with his sister. “Say it again, please.”

“Aemond,” you said carefully, breaking it down into the syllables as instructed. It was possibly too quiet for him as he stepped closer so you said a little more forcefully, “I’m pregnant.”

His eye widened in surprise and behind him you saw Alicent, as well as most of the guests, spin away from the throne to look at you. Many smiled at the news while others frowned but you paid them no mind as you saw a tear slip over Aemond’s thick lashes and cascade down his unmarred cheek.

“You’re pregnant?” he asked as if he couldn’t quite believe it had finally happened. “A child, our child?”

You nodded and he closed the distance, crushing his lips to yours despite the bitter taste that still filled your mouth. He did not care. The only thing he cared about was you and his child that was growing in your belly. His arms wrapped around you and you melted into his embrace as if the world around you and the body on the floor behind him did not exist, it was only you and Aemond sharing this moment.

You pulled back so you could see his face when you spoke, “I love you, Aemond.”

His chest shuddered and he swallowed deeply as he savoured hearing those words on your tongue. “Say it again,” he begged.

“Aemond,” you said with a teasing smile and he kissed you before nipping your lip lightly.

“Not that.”

Unable to tease him anymore, you gave into the adoring look on his face. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he said as you wiped his tears away and he placed his hand on your stomach. “And our child too.”

Aemond turned away at something someone must have said but when he returned his smile was tenser than before. “The King wishes to have a family banquet tonight, to celebrate the news.”

You stepped around Aemond so that you could see the King watching his youngest son and you touched your chin with your fingers to show your gratitude before bowing your head. Helaena had not stopped staring at you with a knowing grin and you returned it as Aemond curled his arm around your waist and you nuzzled into his side to look up at him.

“I was quite jealous, truth be told, when you snuck from our bed to visit my sister each morning,” Aemond said with a smirk. “But this is how you and my sister spent all those hours locked away together?”

You slapped his chest lightly at what he was inferring and rolled your eyes before parting your lips to speak, “It was for you.”

Aemond stood a little straighter, his shoulders back and his chest puffed. “I have never been prouder to call you my wife, mother of my child. You continue to surprise me, my love.”

Your lessons had not been so extensive and without seeing how some words were broken down to each sound they were harder to speak. Instead, your fingers danced and he watched them speak for you, I have to keep you on your toes.

With many pairs of eyes still intently watching you and your husband, he gave you a wink before returning his own signs that caused a heat to wash over your skin. 

Or you could keep me on my back.

Click here for part four.

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[juneknight]

hi!! i’ve been reading your drabbles all morning (yes, morning😭) and was particularly intrigued by spit kink steven…any chance we could see spit kink with marc🫣

You asked for it <3

About this: MK System/fem!reader. Jealousy, spitting, fingering, piv, oral sex (m receiving), use of loving derogatory terms (slut) and gendered terms (good girl). Marc is kind of a hard ass

*

“Wait until Marc catches wind of this,” Steven had laughed.

And catch wind of it he does. 

“So how was your day with Steven?” Marc asks as the two of you get ready for bed. The domesticity never gets old: both of your night time routines taking place parallel to each other, passing each other in the cramped space of the bathroom, watching while the other sheds clothes. You had never dreamed you’d find such contentment and joy in the mundane until you had met them. 

Currently, Marc is brushing his teeth, shifting the brush and toothpaste into one cheek so that he can speak around it. 

How was your day with Steven? Well your legs still feel like jelly. There’s a pleasant ache between your legs. And whenever you think of what he did, his thumb coaxing your jaw wider, his eyes flickering between your own and your open mouth—your face feels hot. 

Does he know? You shoot him a quick glance and find him watching you, brushing with short, quick strokes. His eyes are a little narrowed in a way that makes you feel naked, but that might be completely normal.

“Good,” you say, struggling to keep your tone light and innocent. You clear your throat. “Weren’t you there?”

“Sometimes,” says Marc. 

The eye contact goes on and on. Your own eyes narrow. 

Do you know? Your gaze asks. 

I don’t know. Do I? His answers.

A smile, slow and wide blooms across Marc’s face. “I’m glad you had a good time,” is all he says. 

Then he leans over the sink and spits. 

*

“Steven can’t keep a secret,” Marc murmurs into your ear while you spoon in bed, his burning, bare chest flush against your back. His arm loops over your waist and pins you still whenever you begin to squirm too much. 

You roll your eyes but stay silent. 

“He didn’t tell me, and I wasn’t snooping on the two of you by the way—but his heart was about to beat out of his chest. It got my attention. I wanted to make sure you both were okay.”

You pat his hand, faking casualness. “We were very okay.”

He hums. As close as he is, you feel the vibrations in your chest. In your teeth. He lets his lips brush your neck while he says lowly: “I had no idea you were so dirty.”

You can’t help the heat that flushes your face, the little voice in the back of your mind that agrees with him and that makes you feel almost ashamed. Lashing out, you say, “Yeah, well, Steven said he thought you’d like it, so what does that say about you?”

“It says that I’m a filthy fucking animal when it comes to you. All I think about all day is where inside you that I can stick my cock next, all the different places that I can cum, all the ways I can mark you inside and out. I’m no psychologist, but I can guess what it means. It means I want to own you, I want to leave a mark inside you so deep it can’t ever come off. And I can’t believe I didn’t think of it first.”

“Marc,” you breathe, fingers tightening on the arm around your waist. When you exhale, it is shaky. 

“You didn’t even know what he was going to do, did you? He told you to open up, and you just did it. No thoughts at all in your empty little head. He could have done anything to you, and you would have let him, wouldn’t you?”

Your cunt clenches, growing sensitive. As many times as you’ve come today, you want one more. Maybe it’s greed. Or maybe Marc isn’t the only one who is an animal. Maybe that’s why you’re so compatible, a match made in heaven. Against your ass rests the hard, hot line of his cock, and you dig your heels into the bed to get the leverage you need to grind back against him.

He tightens his arm around you, pinning you against him and nearly pressing the breath from your lungs. Teeth scrape against the nape of your neck, and then he asks: “Are you going to make it up to me?”

Your head bobs fervently. He laughs, breath fanning against your skin.  

To make it up to him, Marc puts you on your knees and feeds his cock past your lips. One hand cups the back of your skull to keep you from pulling back too far.

“I want it nice and messy,” he says, beginning a punishing pace that has your eyes rolling back, jaw creaking from how wide you have to keep it. You take gasping little breaths when you can, when the fat head of his cock isn’t plugging up the back of your throat. Still, your head spins. He slips his thumb through the spit dripping from the corner of your mouth and smears it on your cheek. “We both know you don’t mind getting dirty. Or is it just our mess that turns you on and not your own? Is it just our spit?”

He pulls himself from your mouth, the only indication that he wants an answer. 

“Yours,” you rasp, voice wrecked and throat aching. “Just yours.”

“Dirty,” he groans, holding you just out of reach while he fists his cock inches from your face. It isn’t just the lack of oxygen that has your head swimming—already you feel floaty in the face of his all-encompassing dominance, far away from your inhibitions. 

“Wanna be dirty for you. I want to be a slut for you,” you slur. 

“A slut,” he repeats. His laugh borders on incredulous. He’s looking down at you like you’re the most amazing thing he’s ever seen, another wonder of the world here on the floor in his London flat. “Not a slut. My slut. What a good, fucking, girl. Back on the bed. If I don’t get my cock inside you, it might kill me.”

He helps you there when your legs are unable to support yourself. Even when you’re laying down they continue to tremble, soles flat on the mattress with knees pointing up, spread wide to make room for Marc’s narrow hips. 

“Look at you. What a messy little pussy,” he says, kneeling in the space you’ve made and lifting your legs over his thighs to hook them around his waist. His fingers slip between your folds making your hips jerk off the bed, gasp pulled from your throat. He holds up his fingers. The slick of them catches on the moonlight streaming through the window. “Look at all this. Do you think you’re wet enough to take my cock?”

Your answer is a garbled affirmative, but Marc just looks at his fingers, mouth twisted in an expression of skepticism. “No. I don’t think you are, actually. Not yet.”

His palm lowers to rest against the mound of your pubic bone, thumb drawing back the hood of your clit until the most delicate, sensitive part of you is exposed to the air and his hungry gaze—then he ducks his head and spits on your cunt. 

You suck in a breath, body going stiff, nearly seizing as his thumb dips into his saliva and then rubs it on your exposed clit. 

“God, you really do like it,” Marc says more to himself than to you. He spits again, and once more. Each time your body jerks, cunt clenching tight around nothing. The emptiness aches. You can just hear over the rush of blood in your ears the wet sounds of his thumb flicking across your swollen clit. All of your thoughts and senses narrow down to him: the dark eyes staring down at your twisting figure, the heaving of his bare chest as he watches you writhe on the bedsheets, the calloused thumb that shows your overstimulated nerves no mercy. 

When he slips two of his fingers into your cunt, you cry out, muscles in your legs spasming around his waist. Just two of his fingers are so much thicker than two of your own, but nowhere near as filling as his cock. For as eager as he was to be inside you, Marc feverishly fucks you with his fingers, the only sounds inside the flat being your wet, aborted gasps and the obscene squelch of your cunt.

All the sex with Steven from earlier in the day has you raw and hypersensitive, but Marc shows you know mercy, ignoring his cock while he finds that spongy spot inside of you and presses firmly. The overstimulation has you bucking and squirming to escape him, but he pins you to the bed with ease.

The whole time, he mutters under his breath: “Can’t believe Steven did it first. He marked you, baby. Inside. I know you can’t help being a good girl—he told you to open your mouth, so you did. But you are mine. You open for me. Who are you a slut for?”

“You,” you gasp, eyelashes wet. The pressure in your cunt builds even as you try to relax your clenching muscles to hold off your orgasm. “‘m your slut, Marc. I promise I’m yours, I—oh god, I’m going to cum, please—“

“Not yet,” Marc snaps. 

“Ma-arc, please.”

“Beg me, I love it. I love to say no. I love the way you fight to be good for me.”

“Can’t hold it,” you groan, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes and dripping down to the shells of your ears. “Please let me cum, Marc, please.”

“You know what you have to do,” he says over the wet sounds of your cunt. “Open that pretty mouth. Tongue out. Look at you, you’re that desperate for it? Alright, alright.”

He gathers the saliva in his mouth, braces himself over you with one arm beside your head, and lets it drip onto your tongue. There isn’t even a distant shimmer of shame inside you, no disgust or embarrassment. Your eyes roll back. He tastes like the mint of his toothpaste. 

“More,” you gasp. “More, more—“

“Greedy girl. Here.” He spits again. His fingers slip from your cunt, the sudden emptiness enough to make your eyes snap open and your hips lift off the bed chasing his touch. He takes the fingers wet with your slick and slides them through the saliva on your tongue, tastebuds bursting with the cool bite of mint and the musk of your cunt. Mean but not ungentle, he smears the wetness down your chin, down your neck, down between your breasts. Marc mutters: “Let’s see what Steven thinks of that.” 

Then he shifts, lining up his cock at your entrance, and slips into you. It only takes a few hard strokes for you to be climbing back towards the precipice of your climax. With every slam of his hips into the cradle of your thighs, his pelvis presses against your clit. The bed rattles against the wall from the force of his thrusts, and a book slips off of the shelves, knocking something from the nightstand. 

“Marc,” you cry when the band inside of you begins to tighten. You need to ask for permission—Marc loves it when you do, and you love to ask, love to be given permission almost as much as you love being denied—but your mouth feels numb, chest hitching with sobs so fierce that you can’t catch your breath to ask. 

But he knows. Marc always knows. Instead of answering, he pulls your hand to his mouth and slips your first two fingers inside, tonguing over the digits. Wet with his spit, he guides them down between your legs. 

“Go ahead, baby. You earned it. So good for me.” 

You don’t even need to rub—just resting the slick fingers against your clit, Marc’s brutal thrusts pinning them there again and again is enough. Your ears ring, drowning out whatever sound you make, every sensation in your body narrowing down to between your legs as your cunt clenches tight, clit turned into a hard little ruby beneath your fingers. Whatever noise Marc makes reverberates through your chest as he drives his cock into you, through you, forcing your spasming cunt open wide again. Making room for himself inside you. 

You cum again—or maybe you never stopped. This one is slower, deeper. Your jaw goes lax, head tilting back against the sheets. His weight between your legs shifts while he kneels back, lifting your hips off the bed as he chases his own end, fingertips digging into the meat of your thighs. Eyes too blurry with tears to see, ears still ringing, you are only able to feel when he cums: the hot, wet rush of warmth deep inside you. 

The minty taste of toothpaste on your tongue. 

Afterwards, Marc kisses every last spot on your thighs that he’s turned red with his grip. Some may bruise, some may not; only time will tell. He holds your hand, fingers laced together, while his warm tongue laps your cunt clean, hushing you when you whine from the stimulation. He brings a wipe from the bathroom and tenderly wipes your face free of tears and spit with it. 

He glances up at the mirror beside the bed, holding a conversation you only hear half of. 

“If I was too rough, she would have stopped me…she’s just locked in, Steven, she’s going to be fine…she is clearly still breathing, brother—” 

That one makes you snort, the humor grounding you a little more, lassoing a rope around your consciousness and tugging you back towards your body. Even though you can’t see him, you cast your foggy eyes to the mirror and smile for Steven, giving him a weak thumbs up. 

“See?” Marc says. He takes your hand and kisses the knuckles like you are a princess, like he didn’t just spit in your mouth ten minutes before. Behind the warmth of his gaze is the inevitable worry: did I go too far?, he wonders. Pulling your hand from his own, you flick his chest. No. 

He smiles. 

Once he sees your eyes drooping with exhaustion, he tucks you back under the sheets. Then he is all around you, arms caging you to his chest while you both drift off. God, anymore sex might kill you. Tonight, you suspect that you’ll sleep like the dead. 

Just as you’re slipping into that peaceful trance between waking and dreams, you feel Marc’s lips move against your shoulder. 

“Hm?” you hum in question. 

He pulls back just far enough to get the words out unhindered. “I said, it wasn’t ever me you two needed to be worried about.” He snorts softly at his own train of thought, and then his breathing goes deep and even. 

But as soon as his words soak in, your eyes open wide, unseeing in the darkness. 

Jake. 

[ameliasbitvh]

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summary: reader has miscarriage and wants draco to comfort her but he doesn’t think she does and goes out to a bar where he meets his ex Astoria Greengrass and cheats on reader. (plot twists angst and smut)

a/n: ok, i tried but I feel like this one is bad, so i hope this doesn't flop lol. I ALSO HAD TO REWRITE A LOT OF THIS😭

request: yes l l no

cw: blood

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You lost your baby, Draco’s baby. You were crying on a bed at St. Mungo's, last night had to be the worst night of your life.

You first noticed how your stomach began cramping, you didn’t think much of it because you were pregnant and you were sure other pregnant women had cramps. Everything was okay until the blood came.

The blood

The blood

The blood

Memories from last night flooded your mind like a never ending waterfall, and no matter what it wouldn't run dry. Images of the blood scattered your mind and wouldn’t go away. Draco was by your side holding your hand tightly. You both had been trying for a child for so long now and when you finally were having one, you had a miscarriage. The doctor said it was from stress and you’ve been stressing on how you were going to raise a child. Thinking about raising your child was why you lost them, you couldn’t help but blame yourself as tears danced down your cheeks.

Draco grasps your chin pulling you into a soft kiss and pulling away he says, “This is not your fault, darling.” you looked at him as tears filled your eyes threatening to overflow, “Yes it is, I was stressing on how I’m going to raise the baby and lost it.”

He looked at you puzzled, “You're talking as if you were going to raise our child alone.” You crossed your arms looking down as you mumbled, “Everyone leaves,” Draco heard what you had said.

“Love, listen to me I will never leave you and I will always love you. Even though this happened it doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore, because nothing can change the love I hold for you.” he whispered, grasping onto both of your hands, interlocking them with his. You felt at ease for a moment, until you remembered how anyone could just instantly change their mind, you screwed up this time and if you do another time he’ll leave you in dust to pick yourself up. Just like everyone else did.

You were always left behind, you were what they call ‘the second choice’ and Draco made you his first. He was the one to pick up your broken pieces and mend them back together. He made you feel loved, he gave you the love no one else could, he loved you with every piece of himself. ‘Cause you were there to pick him up from the darkest time of his life, you were his light. The girl he held in his arms, the one who comforted him when he cried about his dark mark. You were there for him every step of the way, not for his money or name, for him. He loved you with every bone in his body, if someone asked him to jump off a cliff for you, bloody hell he’d do it.

-

You were excused from the hospital this morning, Draco helped you up the stairs to your shared room. You hated how he treated you like you were fragile or made of glass, because you weren’t. “Draco, it’s okay I can get up the stairs myself,” you huffed out.

You were being a bitch but you honestly didn’t care, you had just lost your baby and your husband was acting like you were broken.

“Why are you acting like that?” he said, holding onto the railing of the stairs.

“Why am I acting like this! Draco I just lost our fucking baby and your treating me like I’m broken! I’m not, I'm still me, not a broken doll who needs help!” you yelled out in frustration

“Are you forgetting that baby was also mine! You don’t get to act like a bitch, if anyone should act like a bitch it should be me because I’ve been taking care of your ass these past few days!”

“I never asked for your help!”

“Fine,” he breathed out angrily

You and Draco never really got into fights, but when you did the both of you blew up and it was Draco who always came back apologizing. This time was different though. You went up into your room and wrapped yourself up in your blanket and turned to face where Draco slept. Tears streamed from your face onto your pillow as you could smell the lingering scent of him: cologne and rosemary. All you wanted was for Draco to hold you in his arms and whisper sweet words to you, telling you how much he loves you.

Draco picked up his wand and apparated to a bar at Diagon alley, he needed to get his mind off this. He arrived, walking in he inhaled the scent of fire whiskey and weed, the scent was so overbearing it burned his nostrils. Walking through the crowd he sat on the mahogany wood seat and ordered a drink, “One fire whiskey for me,” he said, placing a galleon on the table. The woman serving him turned around and poured him a drink. As the night went on Draco was met with his ex Astoria Greengrass from Hogwarts, she was a year below him. She was wearing a tight black dress and red heels.

“Well hello there, Draco” she smiled sweetly twisting her hair with her index finger, Draco’s face contorted in disgust.

“It’s Malfoy to you, Greengrass.” She smirked at his response, of course she heard about your miscarriage it was every on the Daily Prophet. Having Draco in such a vulnerable state was an advantage with an opportunity, an opportunity she had to seize. She wanted to be the ‘golden child’, but no that’s where her older, blond, and blue-eyed sister Daphne Greengrass stepped in. If she took this opportunity it could either worsen or better her life, and she was willing to take the risk. She wanted to be the ‘golden child’ and she could be if she got with Draco.

Draco downed the drink and the burning sensation went smoothly down his throat. He placed another galleon on the counter demanding for another one, it seems that Draco was taking care of step one all by himself. Astoria poured him a drink while pressing her arms closer together to make his attention go to her breast, he didn’t look. She needed him to drink more if she wanted this to work.

“So, what have you been up to, Dray?”

“What did I fucking tell you, it’s Malfoy to you.” he said in a stern tone making eye contact with her.

“Okay then, Malfoy, what have you been up to?” she said biting her lip

“None of your business is what, Greengrass.” he spat out.

Throughout the night she was buttering him up and just waiting for the right moment. She herself had drunk fire whiskey tonight to the point where she was tipsy, but she couldn’t help but have more. Draco was almost black out drunk, but he was still stable on his feet somehow. His mind was fuzzy, he couldn’t think straight and to him Astoria was the only person running on his mind and he completely forgot about you. You didn’t exist in his state of mind right now.

‘Cause they were so drunk they moved onto the dance floor the colored lights reflected off the both of them as their bodies grinded and moved in unison. Their hands roamed each other's body as they continued to dance to the beat of the music. He felt as if he were falling into a different reality with the lights flashing, drinks and music coming from every direction. The colors of red, blue, and green reflected like a kaleidoscope. He felt as if he were drowning and only one person could save him. He couldn’t escape this feeling, because in this moment it felt right to do this.

His lips moved to the nape of her neck and sucked on it. Astoria moaned as his tongue swirled around her sweet spot; he remembered. Her back was facing his chest as her hands moved up from his neck to his hair. Draco was hypnotized by her and he couldn’t hold back the thoughts of ruining her anymore. The way that she looked in her tight black dress and how it gave him so much imagination on what was under it.

Well, what if he didn’t want to imagine, but see?

“Mhm, Astoria~” he slurred out with hooded eyes

Her eyes widened because he had used her name, something he hadn’t done since her fourth year. Turning around and fluttering her lashes she answered, “Yes, Dray?”

“I want you,” he grasped onto her chin, smashing their lips into a rough sloppy kiss and because they were intoxicated their senses were heightened. He pushed her up against a wall causing her to gasp in shock, her arms wrapped around his neck and she began pulling his hair making him groan into the kiss.

She began rolling her hips against his inviting him and his cock grew harder as he accepted it. He lifted her from beneath her thighs and walked to the bathroom as they made out. He placed her on the white cold bathroom counter. His hands roamed her thighs and his mouth conquered her neck marking it, ex marks the spot they always say.

His lips found their way back up to hers, they didn’t taste like Y/n’s- Fuck Y/n!

Suddenly he was sober, quickly pulling away with a look of fear he said, “Shit, shit, shit, no why did I do that!”

“Do what, baby?” she said innocently while opening her legs and revealing her unclothed cunt.

He stared at her for a moment, “C’mon Dray, just one good fuck, she’ll never find out.” Draco then again was hypnotized by her and he couldn’t stop himself. His heart and mind were telling him no, his heart was screaming out for him not to take a step closer towards her. But his dick was telling him to step closer, luring him into her trap and his dick was louder than his screaming heart and mind combined.

Yeah, she’ll never find out.

Draco took a step closer to her and connected his lips back with hers. “Such a fucking slut, didn’t wear your panties, mhm?” he said into the kiss and she moaned in response rolling her hips against his again. Draco knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t find anything in himself to leave and he wanted those five minutes of pleasure.

As he committed these forbidden actions, Y/n laid in her shared bed except there was no one beside her to share it with. Where could he be right now? This question lingered in her mind, she knew their argument was bad, but she didn’t think it was so bad to the point where he wouldn’t come home tonight.

You laid there lost in thought: What if he doesn’t love me anymore? Why is he not home? Was it that bad? Were you not enough for him to stay?

Tears slipped from your eyes again, this week had been too much for you and Draco was always there for you to hold you in his arms.

But tonight he wasn’t here, when you needed him the most he wasn’t with you. Instead he was fucking his ex Astoria Greengrass into oblivion in a club bathroom, while you laid in bed crying. Why couldn’t he be here with you? He thought you wanted time alone and away from him, but he didn’t know that would lead him to cumming inside Astoria Greengrass.

You decided to leave it and go to sleep, but you couldn't because the silence filling the room pierced your ear drums. Forcing yourself to sit up you looked at the clock that read 3:34 AM, you groaned in response you wanted all of this to be over already.

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The next day arrived painfully slow and Draco still wasn’t home. You opened your eyes to see the sunlight seeping through your white curtains and pain in your lower abdomen shot through your body. This definitely wasn’t a lovely way to wake up, so you went back to sleep.

Draco opened his eyes to be met with an unfamiliar bedroom, where was he? Memories from last night hit him like a train. Wand, where was his wand?! He lifted up the bed sheets to see that he was completely naked and a figure was right beside him, Astoria Greengrass. Fear rushed through his body and he felt paralyzed, there was no way in hell he actually did that last night?! He was wrong; he slept with her, memories of him thrusting into her, releasing his anger and pain into each powerful thrust. He hated himself, how would you react if he told you. That’s when an idea sparked up in his mind; he wouldn’t. That’s how it’s supposed to be, you wouldn’t find out.

With your wedding nearing Draco thought it was impossible for you to leave him over this, right?

Quickly he collected his clothes and apparated out of there without a second glance. As he arrived in front of the gates of Malfoy Manor his heart was palpitating out of his chest as he stalked closer and closer to the door. He opened the door to be met with a dark and gloomy room, there was nobody home? Or so he thought. He put his coat down on the couch and walked up the stairs to your room. He peeked inside and found you sleeping on the bed, so peacefully like a god sent angel. Your hair frames your face to extreme perfection and Draco felt a pit of ice sink into his stomach the guilt was building up inside him. The tiny pebbles of stone cold ice were quickly freezing up his insides threatening to never thaw out.

He climbed into bed with you and he kept his distance. You felt something sink onto your bed, his scent lingered in the air, but something was off about it. It smelt sickly sweet. Scrunching your nose in disgust you opened your eyes to see Draco, but his back was facing you and there was an evident distance between you two. Sucking in a deep breath you put your hand on his shoulder, his body tensed. When he felt your hand on his shoulder his body ran cold, sending shivers down his spine.

“Are you okay?” You asked concerned, he slowly turned his body to face you. He had baggy eyes, his smile was gone and his frown left smile lines on his cheeks.

“I’m fine, love.” He said plainly and turned back around.

You sighed lifting the blanket off your legs. Getting up you felt a cramp strike up it’s way into your uterus. You stumbled back a bit and your feet splattered on the the ground as you tried to stabilize yourself. Draco heard your feet moving as you hissed in pain, this caused him to shoot up from the bed to you. He clasped onto your hands and helped you up. You wanted to yell at him for helping you, but you couldn’t lie, you needed help. The whole screaming at him was why he didn’t come home last night, and you missed him while he was gone. As you were so close to his chest now you could smell that sweet scent that lingered on his shirt, you wanted to ask him about it, but you didn’t. You ignored it, per usual.

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Two weeks had flown by quickly and Draco had been acting different but you liked it. He held your hand, held you close to him, like if he needed your touch to survive, and he acted like he was going to lose you. His change in attitude surprised you, but he probably changed because of the miscarriage, right?

Something lingered your mind, like a migraine it wouldn’t leave you alone it was throbbing and asking for an answer: Where was he that night? Why did he smell sweet? Did he betray me?

You shook away these thoughts, he would never betray you, he wasn’t a traitor. You ignored every bad thought and pushed them into the back of your kind suppressing them. But trying to suppress them was like trying to stop a powerful wave just waiting to crash down and blend into the deep blue ocean. You needed your thoughts to blend in, like a school of fish, but these thoughts stood alone. They were waiting for a predator to strike them and give them an answer.

Oh, how you wished you listened to your mind.

But you didn’t.

You and Draco walked into a coffee shop in Diagon Alley. As you both walked in the bell jingled signifying that new customers had entered. The lady who was the worker you assumed welcomed the both of you in.

“Hi, can we get two caramel macchiatos.” You requested to the worker she nodded in response. You looked up at Draco smiling to see that he was already admiring you. The way the sun hit your face and brightened your skin tone, and how you tucked your hair behind your ear, you were exquisite to him. To anyone.

You and him got your drinks and walked around Diagon Alley hand in hand. As the both of you wandered around the back of your mind nicked at you and picked a question that you unexpectedly blurted out, “Where were you that night?”

His eyes widened at your question, honestly he wasn’t expecting this to come up because the both of you had been ignoring it. Fear danced around his eyes and his cheeks were palely flushed. “What night?” He said as if he didn’t know what you were talking about, but he did.

“The night after the miscarriage, you left and didn’t come back until the morning. I waited for you.”

I waited for you.

These words repeated in his head, you waited for him. The guilt only grew greater, bigger and higher, like a mountain he couldn’t climb. Every time he tried to reach the top he’d fall back down and try again getting higher and higher, just to collapse again. The pit of ice in his stomach didn’t thaw out, it could never. It got colder and colder by every passing minute, hour, and day he spent with you. And eventually it reached his heart. His heart became stone cold and shivered at the thought of leaving you, and breaking your heart into two. He was your first everything, first kiss, first time, and first love. He couldn’t possibly break your heart now, not with your wedding nearing and getting closer and closer by each passing day.

“I was at my mum’s, sorry.” He said fearing you wouldn’t believe him, but instead you gave him a small nod. He also was hoping that maybe you wouldn’t believe him and question his answer, but you didn’t. You fell for his pretty white lies. And this made him want to kick himself repeatedly and not stop until the pain died out. But this pain wasn’t physical, it was emotional and mental pain. These two struck his heart like lightning, he couldn’t keep lying to you, you would find out eventually.

His answer didn’t seem right, but you believed him anyway, he didn’t have any reason to why he needed to lie. A smile quirked your lips as you saw Fred and George’s shop. The Weasleys growing up were like your second family, they were your family. Even Draco had to be around them, but he was around them for you. He loved you so much that he even put up with the Weasleys for you.

After thirty minutes passed you both were walking pass a dress store when you saw the perfect wedding dress on display. The lace around the sleeves were beautiful and the way it flowed, Merlin it was magnificent. You quickly looked away and made a mental note to come back here with Narcissa. You also made sure that Draco caught you boggling the dress. But he saw it. He could tell that you loved it and picturing you in that dress on the day where you became: Mrs. Malfoy, was enough to bring tears to his eyes. But don’t they say that seeing your brides dress bad luck?

Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. We’ll find out soon enough.

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It was the day of your wedding, the supposedly happiest day of your life.

You were sitting on your white chair in front of a mirror as your best friend Pansy Parkinson put on your makeup. To be honest if you never got with Draco, you and Pansy would probably been something. The both of you had always had a tension around your friendship, but the both of you always brushed it off. As she applied the soft brown eyeshadow she told you, “Did you know the Greengrass’s are coming?”

Your eyes widened in surprise in response you said, “Merlin, it’s my own wedding and I didn’t even know that they were coming. This means Astorias coming to?” You rolled your eyes at the question you asked causing Pansy to stifle a laugh. “I’m guessing, I don’t know, but I hope she doesn’t. She’s a bitch.”

You laughed at what your best friends statement, you nodded your head while laughing letting her know that you thought the same.

She applied the lipstick and said, “perfect, as usual.” A light blush appeared on your cheeks and it wasn’t from the makeup. “Pans, stop your making me blush.” You giggled out. She poked your cheeks in response.

You both turned your head at the sound of the door opening, there stood Astoria Greengrass. You didn’t even want her here. How was she Daphne’s sister, honestly? Astoria was nasty, rude and an overall bully, even in her twenties she didn’t grow out of her old habits at Hogwarts. She tilted her head and gave you a sweet smile that was filled with jealousy. You and Pansy went quiet for a moment, but you weren’t going to let her ruin your day. No. She strode to the both of you and lifted up your left hand and looked at you ring finger that displayed your ring. Glancing at it and back at you she said, “What a lovely ring, it would suck to see it on someone else. Glad to see that he chose you out of everyone.” Pansy snarled at her comment. You felt anger pulsing in your veins, but you weren’t going to let her get in the way of today or your mood. But an oddly familiar scent on sweetness hit your nostrils.

“I’m also glad that he chose me out of everyone, truly it’s an honor to know that he loves me.” You smirked and she rolled her eyes in response. She huffed and said ‘loved’ under her breath. You grew irritated and said, “If you have something to say, say it out loud so I can hear.” Pansy let out a small giggle at your statement as she seats herself on the white couch near the wall. She sat back and relaxed waiting for a show.

She looked up at you, you were sat in your wedding dress that made you look angelic; pure. A revolting smirk danced its way into her lips, sending goosebumps down your spine. “ ‘Loved’ he loved you!” She shouted challenging you. Your eyebrows furrowed and you retorted, “ No, he loves me! Why do you think we’re getting married?!”

A small laugh left her lips, “Oh yeah, if he loves you so much, why am I carrying his fucking child!” Your blood stopped running, this couldn’t be true. Everything stopped, everyone seemed to disappear. It was just you. Carrying his child? What could she possibly mean?! You took in deep breaths as a lump in your throat strong enough to break down a brick wall threatened to be released.

“What do you mean ‘carrying his child’ what kind of sick joke are you playing?” You said calmly as you felt rage overtake your body, you would lose control soon. And if this were true you would be ruined.

“I’m not playing a sick joke on you, you can ask him. He was at the club and needed someone, me.” She said simply looking at her nails. Before you could reach the door to leave Pansy beat you to it. She rushed out and marched to Draco’s room at the hotel. You chased after her, knowing Pansy, things were going to get violent.

As you caught up with her, you realized that Draco couldn’t see you in your dress, it was bad luck. You stopped informer of the entrance to the room and stood there. The door was wide open, “Did you get that whore pregnant?!” Pansy yelled at Draco as she stormed in, you could see the anger vibrating off every word she said, because they practically bounced off the white walls. Yes Pansy was expecting a show, but not this.

Draco stood there dumbfound.

At this point you couldn’t care less if you were in your dress or not. Walking up to Draco you said through gritted teeth, “Did you sleep with her and don’t fucking lie to me.” His haze scanned everywhere except you, that when you knew. Your world came crashing down. Your breath quickened as your heart raced, all those things he had told you were all apart of his white lies, but they were so pretty, and you just had to fall for them. His eyes were guilty once they connected with yours. Tears swelled in your eyes like an overflowing sea, just threatening for a tsunami to arrive. Draco was a traitor.

Draco knew that this was it, this was the last he would ever see of you. Inside his body he had now completely become stone cold; solid. He was never going to defrost. The memories that he had made with you were always going to be memories frozen in time. His heart had officially shivered from the coldness of guilt that had been building up inside him ever since that night. It was unexplainable, you, the love of his life, had learned the truth. His heart, body, and love for you would never thaw, they were frozen in time.

He looked down at his feet ashamed, “I slept with her, the night I wasn’t home.” You looked at him in disbelief. She was pregnant too, something that you and Draco had tried so hard for. He wanted a woman who could carry his child and that wasn’t you. You couldn’t carry his child, no you lost it.

Those lies he had told curled in the back of your head.

Tears had finally slipped from your eyes, you shook your head in acceptance. You had accepted that maybe you weren’t the one for him. That you couldn’t carry his child. That he slept with her. And that she was carrying his child. Something you couldn’t do.

You felt a pit of fire, ashes, and ice form. This feeling was new, you were confused were you relieved, mad, or sad. It felt like all of those three elements breaking down the wall that you’d built and tried so hard to keep up. It tasted bitter; like bitter sweet tarts.

You stood there rethinking every moment you had spent with him these past few weeks. We’re they all fake? Every memory made was a facade, a facade to mask the truth of the forbidden actions he had committed. The one who you thought was the light in your black endless pit, turned out to be the creator of that pit. The root of your sadness. Your mind wanted to revolt against him, you opened up to him, he was your first everything, first love, first kiss, first time, and now he was nothing to you.

Blaise escorted everyone out of the room, so now there were two; you and Draco. The both of you within those walls. The burning sensation of your burning cheeks were hot enough to cook an egg on a cold December night.

The silence of the room devoured both of your senses, but this was the calm before the storm. One of you were bound to lash out first, like a ticking time bomb, it was expected yet, unexpected.

Sniffling you wiped the tears on your face away with a nicely folded napkin. Taking a deep breath in you calmly asked him in a shaky voice, “Why did you do it?”

“I don’t know,” he said guiltily and gulped.

“How do you not know?!” You cried out as you felt like a bucket of rage had washed over you overpowering the sadness you had once felt. And you were the one to lash out, the one to set off the other bomb.

Everything was terrible.

Every word that slipped from his oh, so perfect lips that molded perfectly against yours like a puzzle, seemed like another white lie. You couldn’t trust him, not anymore, he was a liar.

He took a step closer towards you, his bomb was prepared to explode now, well that’s at least what you thought. He brushed his hands on your arms, “Please, I truly don’t know why I did it, but I live you and cannot live without you. Without you I’m a fish out of water, I need you to survive. Your my oxygen tank, everything I could possibly need. We were made for each other and nothing can prove me otherwise. I know that I made a mistake and I’m sorry, if I could take it back I would, because I would never want to hurt you in any way. I cannot breathe without you, I need your skin against mine, I need to know that I’ll wake up seeing your angelic face next to mine. I need to know that your mine and will always be mine. What am I suppose to do without you next to me. When I can’t hold you at night, I can’t sleep, Merlin your everything I’ve ever wanted and need. Please forgive me, I know that my words may seem meaningless now, but I swear on my life I am telling the truth, I love you (y/f/n). I am in love with you, and no one can change that. Not even her, I will love you forever, and if you choose to leave me I understand. I fucking messed up and I can’t change anything I did. But just know that if you do leave me, there will never be a day where I don’t think about you, you forever will live in my mind, your eyes mesmerize me with their beautiful (y/e/c) hues, and I will never not love you. Your the love of my life, I can’t live without you and I will never forget you. You will forever live in my heart.”

Your eyes were tear stricken as tears spilled all over your cheeks. You didn’t know what to say to that. Your mind was frustrated if you should leave him or not, his words were enchanting. Your mind was telling you no, but your heart was excited by his words. Your heart wanted to chase after him and kiss him, your mind was using logic: Do you want to get hurt again?

Your heart was louder than your mind, you loved Draco and you didn’t care about how many times he hurt you, you would never be able to leave him.

He was the the love of your life, no he is.

Even though he was the creator of your dark pit, he was also the light, it balanced out your happiness. No relationship was perfect especially yours. You loved him, you couldn’t leave him. You would forever be stuck in his web of lies; stuck. No matter how many attempts you’ve made or make to attempt to leave you would never successfully do it. He would always draw you back into his web, his cage, you were a hostage in his heart.

You couldn’t leave you were his and he was yours. Your love was stuck in time; frozen. So cold and solid that not even the brightest fires, hottest of days, and the intensity and heat of the sun could melt it.

Your love was everlasting.

But now was your chance to escape; their was a bright light at the end of the tunnel calling your name out. You had a change of heart and didn’t care about how much you loved him, you couldn’t go on like this anymore. You needed to leave him, you weren’t going to stick around for his sugar coated lies that smoothly slipped from his lips, as if it were natural. Because what you two had wasn’t healthy and you knew that.

Facing him you smiled and took off your wedding ring, he was in complete shock, he thought if he delivered that speech it would make you stay. Obviously he was wrong, you weren’t going to stay. You were strong and independent, you were not going to stay with an unfaithful man. And you most definitely were not going to marry him after learning of his scandal.

He was going to face the wrath of, (y/f/n).

Smirking you patted his shoulder and said,

“Watch your back, buddy.”

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a/n: kinda want to make a sequel where y/n kills him😟🙏

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Monsters!

Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Dad!Eddie masterlist!

Guys if I have more typos than normal it’s cause I’m typing so slow with mainly my non-dominant hand(or just my left🤷)cause my other is burned and wrapped…very sorry in advanced I’m using spellcheck but I’m spelling stuff so bad rn😭

Anywho!!

Tw~ monsters under the bed, nightmares, description of monsters, Steve’s twins prank Davie…, Davie cries, idk let me know if I missed anything

Eddie was concerned, he knows that Steve’s twins have an incredibly active imagination but he did not think they’d tell Davie in great detail about monsters that lived under the bed and pulled little boys like Davie’s toes in the night.

And poor little Davie who at the time was no older than four, was terrified, of course he didn’t tell either of you because Alice told him they were lying but still…they told him to many details for it to be a lie.

So of course when he went to sleep he couldn’t help but have nightmares of a scary fuzzy monster chasing him after it emerged from the dark depths of the underside of his toddler bed.

So of course when he woke up a little sweaty with tears in his eyes he couldn’t help but wrap himself in his blanket and waddle over to your room.

He pushed the door open and as his eyes adjusted he could see Eddie rub his eyes as he looked towards the door, you were still fast asleep.

“David?” Eddie asked confused.

Davie sniffles a little, “daddy I’m scared” Eddie could hear the tears flooding his sons voice and he couldn’t help but let out a little sigh as he stood up.

It reminded him of the time some girls in school told him of the boogie man and Eddie had bothered Wayne with that for months afterwards.

Eddie had prepared for this moment, he stood up from his bed scrubbing the rest of sleep from his eyes, “alright buddy…let’s go get the monster spray, shh we don’t want to wake mama or sissy” Eddie gently lifts Davie into his arms.

He practically wipes his nose right into Eddie’s neck and while in the past Eddie would have thought that was disgusting, all he can do is feel bad for his poor boy.

He crouched down looking in the cabinet underneath the sink for the empty spray bottle.

While Davie sniffles hiding his face in his dads neck, Eddie takes the time to tape the label ‘monster spray’ on the squirt bottle filled with water.

“Alright buddy, I got some monster spray, daddy’s gonna make sure they aren’t there” Eddie begins walking to Davies room as he feels him nod against his neck.

“Ready buddy? You wanna look or you want daddy to?”

He feels as Davie points to him saying he wanted Eddie to.

Eddie sets his son on the bed, crouching onto his knees to lift the comforter away he looks around the bed, “Hmm, it doesn’t look like there’s any under there but we’ll spray anyways” Eddie squirts under the bed a few times until he sees the fear on Davie’s face dissipate.

“Can you read me a story?” So until Davie falls asleep completely, Eddie lays beside him legs cramped into the itty bitty toddler bed reading to Davie as he stays there to chase away any nightmares he may have… he just hopes when he wakes up the next morning in that too small bed he won’t have back pain.

Guys I’m off until tomorrow cause I can’t pick up a pencil pls send me requests😭😭

Ohh do you guys want to see something from the dad!steve series maybe same scenario with Alice?

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