#Succulent daddy

[xxxlegodaddyxxx]

Soo I had to go get a new mimicry split rock because I accidentally over watered my last one and she got root rot. Learned my lesson this time. Also going back to he hardware store I found a bunch more succulents I want to buy and some more mimicries I want!!!

[white-trash-whippoorwill]

My girl Brenda showing off

[hisinfernalmajesty666]

Look at all the new stems on my Sempervivum! Also, peep those beautiful purple flowers on the Campanula in the background!

[sirlonius]

[greenthumbin]

Started the process of downsizing my plant collection so that I can invest more quality time into my favorite plants, instead of half-assing my efforts to maintain such a large collection.

I have accumulated too damn many plants in the last two years!

[rafesangelita]

Can I please request: Sweet!Pouge!Reader x Rafe. Smut smut smut. Maybe she is sitting with her back against his chest, between his legs and he is teaching her to touch herself, wanting to watch her infront of a mirror but she is super shy, feeling so exposed and tries to close legs, get them to stop etc, he gets super horny just hearing how wet she sounds

warnings: soft!dom!rafe (?), use of the nickname daddy (only one time), slight size kink, finger sucking, fingering, slight praise, voyeurism, squirting, cum eating, teasing

a/n: ty anon for the req <3 i wrote this at seven in the morning.. i’m afraid i might be unhinged.

“i don’t know, rafe..” your brought your thighs together, your boyfriend trailing kisses down the curve of your neck. “just relax, baby, m’gonna show you.” he cooed. rafe currently had you sitting between his legs, your back flushed against his chest. “what’s making you nervous?” you gasped when you felt his large hands snake around your front, cupping you through your bra before rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers.

“i’m the only one without clothes on..” you bit your lip, feeling a sense of relief when rafe slipped his shirt off. “poor thing, feeling exposed huh?” he teased, the warmth of his skin making you relax in his hold. you nodded, glancing at your reflection in the tall mirror in front of rafe’s bed. “see how pretty you look?” he slowly pulled your thighs apart, his eyebrows knitting at the sight of your glistening cunt. “fuck.” you shivered when he cursed under his breath.

“you’re so wet, do you see that?” both of you moaned when he spread your folds, revealing the sensitive bundle of nerves that just ached to be touched. “go ahead, baby, show me what you know.” rafe pressed a wet kiss to your cheek, watching as your fingers found your soaked pussy. you had an idea on how this worked, but you weren’t too sure. instead of starting off soft, you went straight into rubbing your clit, the sensation making you jolt with a gasp.

“woah, go slow pretty girl, there’s no rush.” you did as he said, your heart blooming at the nickname. slowly, you circled your fingers around your entrance, gathering the slick there before stroking upwards where you needed it the most. rafe was going crazy over the fact he could hear just how wet you were, the wet sounds making his cock harden indefinitely. “like this?” you squeaked, your body buzzing with pleasure as he unhooked your bra, squeezing the swells of your breasts.

“shit— yeah, baby. just like that..” he was hypnotized at the sight. there you were, with your pretty pink nails rubbing your pussy for only him to see. “show daddy how you put a finger in.” your eyes widened for a second, the look on rafe’s face giving you all the courage you needed. whimpering, you inserted a finger, feeling pathetic as the sensation didn’t come anywhere near to the way it feels with rafe’s fingers. “it doesn’t feel like yours.” you whined, making rafe huff out a laugh.

“do you want it to?” he prayed you’d say yes to him so he could make you do his favorite thing and have you unravel, shaking and crying out in pure orgasmic bliss. “please, rafe.” you took out your digit, rafe bringing your hand up to his mouth before sucking your succulence off of your finger. “tell you ‘what..” he spoke up, “since this is your first lesson, i’ll go easy and do the hard work for you. but next time? you’re going to give me two orgasms all by yourself.” rafe whispered the last part, sending a shiver down your spine.

“okay..” you agreed. rafe’s hand trailed down your body, his familiar touch making you feel at ease. “i’m gonna fill this cunt up with my fingers and you’re gonna rub that clit for me, you got it?” you smiled, accepting his proposal. rafe was so much bigger than you, his hands being at least three to four times larger than your own. he started out sweet like always, gathering your slick before slowly pushing in a finger until he was knuckle deep. fuck, you felt so full already.

you started circling your clit, the curve of rafe’s finger making you mewl. “you’re so tight, baby, those walls are just squeezing around me.” rafe was sure you could feel his erection poking at your back. your head was resting against his chest now, your eyes screwed shut as you picked up your pace. rafe didn’t dare look away from the mirror, this image forever ingrained in his brain. “feels s’good.” you whined, pulling your plush bottom lip between your teeth.

one thing about rafe; he was going to give you the maximum pleasure experience. with one hand thrusting into you, the other rolling your nipple between his fingers, and his teeth nipping at that sensitive spot on your neck, it wasn’t long before your thighs threatened to shut again. not because you were shy, but because you felt like you were going to make the biggest mess yet. “think you can take one more?” your eyes fluttered open, meeting rafe’s. “yes— oh, my god, yes.”

inserting another finger, rafe started thrusting his digits into you at an unforgiving speed, the pads of his fingers slamming that soft, gummy spot inside of you. you cried out, feeling a stream of wetness before your orgasm hit you full force. “rafe!” you practically screamed, thankful that no one was home to hear your cries. “ah, fuck, give it to me, baby.” rafe kept your legs open as you shook in his arms, your teeth biting down on his bicep. you only bit rafe when you couldn’t take the feeling anymore, your boyfriend picking up on the indication to slow down.

he eased you out of your orgasm, peppering your shoulder with kisses as you went through the aftershocks. rafe was sweet enough to tuck your hair behind your ears, his cock jumping when he met your fucked out gaze. “i think i made a mess-” your voice sounded strained, your legs collapsing once rafe pulled his fingers out, licking the digits once again. “you did. ‘was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” he kissed you, making you taste yourself on his lips.

“rafe?” you met his eyes in your shared reflection, “can i make you cum now?”

[ozzgin]

Featuring some of the recurring AUs for an easier reading.

Monster Harem Series

Yandere!Monsters x Heartbreaker!Fem!Reader

Breeding kink

Public Property Reader

Monster Daddies Reality Show

You're not the father! [Doodle]

Sleepover [Doodle]

Breeding kink [Doodle]

Stuffed toy jealousy [Doodle]

Tentacle House Monster Series

Yandere!House Monster x GN!Reader

Yandere!House Monster x GN!Reader 2

Plumber x Reader x House Monster

House Monster Encounter [Doodle]

Caught in the act [Doodle]

Reader with poor eyesight [Doodle]

Monster Streaming Series

Streaming to Monsters (GN Reader)

Streaming to Monsters (GN Reader) Part 2

Slime viewer vore

Human streamer receiving gifts

Monster Streaming Followers

Yan!Monster viewers

HornyMantis and boobs

Followers reacting to gaming Reader

Adult gifts from your followers

Meet and Greet with your followers

Shark Loan Shark crossover

Biggest toy achievement [Doodle]

Gangbang Milestone [Doodle]

Trying on clothes [Doodle]

Chameleon viewer [Doodle]

Shark Loan Shark Cameo

Flashing HornyMantis

Monster Dating Show Crossover

Monster Hotel Series

Monster Hotel (GN Reader)

Monster Hotel Breakfast

Monster Hotel Menu

Monster Hotel Door Sign

Monster Hotel Residents: Slime Monster

Toby and metaphorical speech

Thanksgiving Special

Monster Hotel Staff: Toby the Gardener [Doodles]

Toby with succulents [Doodle]

Toby learning sign language [Doodle]

Proposing to Toby [Doodle]

Toby and Gossip [Doodle]

Room Service Reader [Doodle]

Slime Girl Suggestive [Doodle]

Slime Guest stuck in your shower [Doodle]

Rent-A-Monster Series

Idea: Rent-A-Monster

Idea: Service Vampire

Service Vampire drinking your blood

Emotional Support Monster

Monster Tutor

Service Werewolf

Service Werewolf helping you sleep

Krampus Christmas Special

Walking home [Doodle]

Needy Werewolf [Doodle]

Human Adoption Agency Series

Human Adoption Agency Origins

Seamster Monster Owner

Pastry Chef Monster Owner

Rent-A-Monster Crossover

Monster Roommates Series

Short: Monster Roommates (GN Reader)

Monster!Reader with monster fucker roommates

Cultural Differences

Morning Rituals

Monster Husband Series

Monster Marriage (GN Reader)

Monster Marriage (GN Reader) Sequel

Monster Marriage: Work Distractions (smut)

Monster Husband Honeymoon

Monster Dating Show

Monster Dating Show

Monster Dating Show: The Official Cast

MDS with a hoe Reader

Mr. Host in despair

Interview Snipped [Doodle]

Monster Dating Show: The Rejects [Doodle]

Host Design [Doodle]

Consequences [Doodle]

More Monsters

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[devil-in-hiding]

Ok but seriously, 141 would seriously be devoted to their wives.

Soap would always have a piece of his missus with him. Have it be either a charm or a small book she gave him (not his favorite genre but it was from her)

Gaz would seriously love a down to earth type of girl. Respect her mama and daddy and makes some seriously mean food. He's a lad who just loves a family oriented girl. He always craves her cooking. MRES just don't do him anymore

Simon. Simon would totally be smitten with his wife. Any woman who can tolerate his ass he KNOWS is a keeper. If she's mouthy and opinionated, he'd just love her more cause she's her own person. Plus if her ass jiggles he's gonna be a simp

Price. Ooohhh my man price. He'd love a succulent big girl who can warm him as he does the same. He's in his older years so he appreciate the bigger beauties as he calls them his venus's. He always carries something of her with him during his long missions. Either be a small locket with her picture in it or what ever.

Let these men love and simp over their wives.

!!!!!!

this is so fucking!!!!!!!

WE DESERVE MORE SOFT 141!!!!

[xxxlegodaddyxxx]

This used to be home to a fake succulent and a live one looks much better.

It's so cute!!!

[skylerb]

It would be horrible if the virus turned regular people into superadvanced ones. "We'd be standing on line to get bitten if it didn't change us into hungry monsters, but superhumans instead," he joked. He liked being normal, enjoying simple pleasures that didn't include biting others.

Skyler grinned; his side job and the house he'd inherited from his grandparents made it possible for him to stay in the Upper West Side, but he didn't pay much attention to where he lived. If they hadn't given him that apartment, he'd be happy to improvise a tent somewhere in the gym. It felt so good to have a bed, though. "A happy floor, great. Our superiority shall not pass anyone's attention," he said, chuckling before he got a bit more serious again. "Yeah, it's kinda dangerous out there. I felt so stupid for leaving that club but, y'know, you can die tryin' or end up losin' your mind. The latter sounded horrible." They both were heading in the same direction, so Skyler started walking, too, as Ash answered his question. "Great. The more we know 'bout 'em the easier it should be to evade 'em. Go out when they're less active and everythin'..." Now that Ashton asked if he needed anything, he realized he didn't have any clothes, just what he was wearing. "That's all I've got," he said, patting his chest, "So I could use some clothes before I get a nickname I'll never get rid of. Doable?"

"Yeah.. it might also be their hearing, they pick up on certain sounds quiet easily, at least they aren't like.. super human," pretty sure in that scenario he'd be dead with the amount of times he rolled the dice going outside. It's nice to confirm these things with another human who had their own sets of experiences outside. It simply strengthens their understanding of what they're dealing with.

Ashton chuckled with the realization, perhaps too fixated on the radio to notice the additional activity on their floor. "Ah, welcome to the third floor I guess, probably one of the more normal floors on the Wexleys." Well, normal is relative but perhaps the most regular unassuming small New York apartments your money could buy. "Have a rest while you still can, it must've been rough out there alone." Ashton turned together with him, "I was heading back too from the library so.. would be rude not to show you back." He began walking first, looking back to hear Skyler's question, "we were mostly just observing them, how they operated to know what we're going against, did a few scavenges for necessities for the residence. Do you need anything?" Someone running from the chompers might not have been able to carry much.

[tuxedonet]

ঌ HAVING A BIMBO GIRLFRIEND ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ starring. hotd male cast.

" significant moments in the life of house of the dragon ⠀⠀⠀ actors with their significant other peculiar style. "

✱ MATT SMITH ──── the taming one .

he revered you fervently , really. his thorax swelled with the swash of a scalding wave , swamping in a purr of contentment as he delineated the zig―zag of your frisky teeny skirt and the swing of your denuded hips. he straightened his back and the coast of his pink mouth steepened into a sly smirk , with the pride that only a father could carry ― that your daddy should carry. don't fret , for that was what he was there for , breathing in the succulent rivulet that crammed the itty―bitty bottle of mon paris by yves saint laurent at the juncture of your clavicle.

the enthralling clatter of your pinkish platform heels gouge through the hallway of his home , prompting him of your presence long before you appeared in his office where he was striving to conclude a mailing for his agent. his black mount glasses hung loosely down the bridge of his nose , and his brow furrowed tenderly as he peered up. he got tanked on the contrast of raw denim and mulberry of your attire , your pompous lips gleaming in dior lip gloss coiled the artificially flavored sphere of a lollipop , letting it flee in a wet lashing. the peak of your fussy tongue sweeps the thin , sweetish coating of your mouth , before stamping them thunderously against his flat , satiny cheek with magnified affection.

you fall heedlessly into his lap , and his upper limb wraps around the deep arch of your waist , his thick fingers kneading the velvety flesh of your belly. his chin slump on the hill of your shoulder , pecking at your mandible. your arm tauten forward , prying deer―eyed at the sleek keyboard of his computer , twinkling in inquisitiveness.

" tsk .ᐟ don't touch that , little girl. " he hisses gruffly , with the pitch pattern of a anew awakened man , but it was solely the outcome of the cigarettes he smoked and the pure rum glasses he drank at night .

you sulk , whining. " i want to show you something , amorcito. "

he slant his head , humming unbiddenly. his leg hops in snappy , brief leaps , cooing the wrinkling frown amidst your brows.

" is it perhaps a new collection of dresses ? hmm , pretty thing ? " he inquired with the gallantry that diminished his ill―judged accusation. he perceives your perky nods , twisting your neck to ogle at him desirously. " i recall buying you some dresses last week. dare you tell me the day , beautiful? " he tattle.

your index finger fiddles with the marble polished shore of his desk , your face of porcelain misshape into a pensive countenance. " it was saturday. " you dissolve. " but i've used them all already. " you blurt woefully , and he jolt a hum once again in settlement.

" you still haven't  used  the purple one. " the ridges of your mouth droop quivering , and your arms cut cross in a relinquish tantrum.

" it doesn't look pretty on me. " you chatter in a garble timbre. matt smother a chortle behind your shoulder blade , rubbing several frail kisses instead.

he scratches the tarp of your naked stomach in succor. " to me you look  divine  in anything. " he offers mawkishly . " why don't you go and wear it  for me , heh? i promise to buy you more dresses once you wear it , darling. " he silkily commend on the curvature of your earlobe , and said in that manner makes the conception mouth―watering to your palette.

you ascend from his thigh , primed to comply. your fingers shoves the edges of your skirt below the end of the fleshy globes of your bottom.

" tsk .ᐟ give me a kiss before you leave. "

✱ EWAN MITCHELL ──── the weak in the knees one . 

poor boy , he just can't help but stare. your clothes were intrepid , appealing to the eye — bewitching to him. you strutted in pleated skirts that swayed with your cat―walk and heels that elongate your legs , mid―thigh length stockings smooth to the tact of the pads of his avid fingers and glossy lipsticks that accentuated the benign fat of your lips , scented your languid neck with expensive perfumes and decorated your wrists with multiple diamond bracelets. low waisted pants on monday mornings and freakum dresses on friday nights. each wardrobe yanked him to you , yearning to feel the ricochet material underneath his sweaty palms , to taste the artificial flavor in your mouth.

he would meticulously behold the arduous process , sitting on the toilet seat in the bathroom of the hotel room both of you were staying in. you would take great exertion to match an outfit that went associated with his on every date , an effort he took amorously to heart.

his head glided in the direction of your nimble hand , picking up hair brushes and makeup tools. he would hum thoughtlessly once you displayed the utility of each item , and enshrine them in his brain. he would timorously ask about the purpose of certain things , and even persuade you in a sunken stammer to applicate them on his sharp face. with a squeal of excitement , you always encountered yourself dusting his hoisted cheekbones with base and adding coconut lip―balm to his naturally pouty mouth.

" you look beautiful , mi amor. " you adulate your handiwork , grooming his golden brown mane backwards with a leopard patterned pocket comb.

the coast of his lips stretch into a rascal―looking grin. however , the wrinkles at the crook of his orbs attested otherwise.

he aims to the sides of his pointed nose. " does it make my eyes stand out? " he questioned , gazing plumbly at you.

you nod complacently , giving his fleecy strands the finishing touches. you cradle his sleek cheeks between your creamy palms in a distinctive strawberry―scented exfoliating scrub.

" they're poppin'  " you emphasize , and he repeats the word in a vague attempt to mimic the accent.

✱ TOM GLYNN—CARNEY ──── the bragging one .

              the both of you were a chaotic duo , a volatile combination to the public eye. tom possessed no shame whatsoever; he liked what he liked. it was his motto in life , and so far it had rooted him no severe dilemma. therefore , he didn't feel he had to elucidate to anyone why or how he had ended up with a person like you. still , he was interrogated incautiously from time to time; on radio shows , in small interviews at the premieres of his latest project or in gossip from his work friends. he tended to modestly shrug his shoulders and retort concisely , settling with a pearly smile.

nevertheless , such things become grueling over time; the more recognized he develop into , a larger amount of people desired to inquire into his atypical election of a partner. so , nit―picking and witty , he started to take you everywhere. he would show you out on red carpets and in house of the dragon press tour interviews with the edges of his mouth brushing the hint of his ears and his arm sheathed around the dip of your waist .

his thumb kneaded the suave skin under his fingertip , impeling you against his rib cage. with cheeks rosy in a peachy blush and in bashfulness as you stood fore the giant camera , you smiled angelically at the interviewer who vigorously asked him trivially about the development of his character in the second season of the famed  tv show. he managed to entail you divertingly , always delighted to brag about you. 

" aegon could never in his life get someone like her. just look how  pretty  she is in her little dress.ᐟ " he rambled in a sing―songy pitch , steeping rearward for the objective of having them catch your presence veiled below his shoulder. your hand squeezed his bicep beneath the velvety bottle―green jacket , gnawing the gloss painted supple flesh of your lower lip.

you gracefully thwack his left pectoral. " tommy , para. " you babbled above the woman's enliven gaze and words of corroboration spoken with a titanic grin.

he whir smugly , planting a resounding peck on the cotton of your flushed cheek. " they have to know i’m with the most  beautiful girl  they've ever seen. "

✱ HARRY COLLETT ──── the encouraging one .

he is very appeased , following you like a puppy behind its owner. his honeyed orbs gleamed as he took in the sparkles and jewels on your leather corset , or the pearls distributed around the edges of your flare pants. he was enraptured by your existence at all times , he couldn't get enough; not now , not never. you had him by your wide hip , snuggly tied between your bb belt.

he tends to seek your assistance when it comes to attires , sending you pictures of the outfits he will wear for max promotions interviews. he would beg at a certain point in the day for you to do the same if he didn't get a chance to see you for the time being.

he would make sure he was there , watching you at the feet of the queen―sized bed in your room , choosing and mixing outfits , a pout on your glossy pink mouth and your index finger tilted on your chin in a discerning semblance. his aid in those moments was of little use , as he claimed that everything looked good on you. he would keep quiet , then , as he didn't want you to kick him out of the bedroom.

some spontaneous dates were , even , based on shopping. most of the bags were your purchases. none had been your voluntary selection , though. harry would see anything he thinks would match with a skirt or blouse in your closet or clothes newly acquired deep in the chanel handbag sealing his forearm , and scour your regard before putting it in the bushel , buying it for you. when you grumbled at the overpriced accessories and make―up he grasped just because you had stopped to look at them in the aisle of the store , he was hasty to rebuff your perseverance of you paying for them with your money , or return them.

a small gasp erupts from his roseate , pouty mouth , fingers clutching the hanger that held the white jacket with synthetic polar bear fur detailing. " love , look. this would look good on you with your cheetah lace dress. " he comments impetuously , his bunny frontal teeth shining adoringly over the shoulder of the garment.

" it's too expensive , bebé. " you examine the miniature off―white card on the side of the fluffy fabric.

he snorts skeptically  , prudently tossing the gear into the plastic basket amidst his digits. his hand meanders against your palm , and he budge you forward.

" don't worry , it's on me. " he proclaims. " now come on , i think i saw some nice necklaces in that corner over there. "

I WANT REVENGE © TUXEDONET ╱ 2024.

[hisinfernalmajesty666]

Heuchera 'wildberry'

Dianthus 'passion'

Sempervivum succulents

Bottom of my garden :)

[yanderemommabean]

ive had a thought about yandere sugar daddy like 👀👀👀 the chaos but also yes pls take care of me hehe

You tell him to fuck off and he keeps coming back. You don’t want his money, you don’t ask for it, that night was just a one night stand but he doesn’t really take your answers unless it’s yes.

He insists. Persists more than anything. You thank him for the gifts and even send some back but he simply won’t back off.

You think maybe if you sleep with him again it’ll get out of his system, so you have an admittedly mind blowing and earth shaking night together, but by morning you suddenly have a few thousand in your bank account and a cheeky smile greeting you when you throw a mug towards him in the kitchen.

“Oh hello! Anyway so about your plans tomorrow- if I pay you now care to cancel them? I’d love to have that time for me and you, business trips over seas get me jittery and you know just how to fix me up”.

“I don’t want your money” you sneer, blanket wrapped around your body as you try and explain this as thoroughly as possible, to get it through his thick skull. “I thought big business men like you would love a no strings attached thing anyway! Look just- stop, stop with the finance and everything. I mean it’s appreciated but not wanted. How am I even supposed to explain this to my tax guys?!?”

All you get in return is a snort, the man just sips from his drink and shakes his head. “Seems I owe Victoria that dinner in Paris” he murmurs “I forget the common folk can’t just pay off any issues. But this is your chance isn’t it? Just a bit of fun between the two of us for a while? “

Something about those words seemed hollow at best. With how hard he worked to break your walls down and get you back in bed, you were sure there was more than just playful fun. No. Those eyes held something more sinister, more dangerous.

“Fine. I’ll give you three months and we’re done. I’m also changing my bank account information and getting a new one entirely” you say as you turn around to get dressed and not look like you went through a bad dry cycle in the laundry room. You were too exhausted to try and think of anything else to say to him anyway.

He just smirks, reaching to pull you a mug down that wasn’t shattered in the sink behind him. His fingers brush over the ceramic as he thinks about when to get a matching pair. Maybe for Christmas? Valentine’s Day? Whichever fits the best.

Oh you’re so cute to think you can set a deadline with him. So precious. No, you dear sweet succulent being, no. You’re his. He isn’t letting you go. If anything, since he finally lured you back, his grip is tighter, more possessive.

He wonders if you’ll like the room he’s planning on building soon. Just for you. Then while you’re with him he can spoil you as he pleases, you don’t get to turn off your phone and ignore him all day then.

He’ll get to lavish you like you deserve. Maybe even spoil himself too if he’s honest, as he has a bit of an addiction to watching you fall apart from his touch and his words. Your eyes just look so pretty when they roll back like that!

-Mommabean (shush I’m not unhinged you are! Totally! I’m sooo not foaming at the mouth for this pshh no way! )

[hawkinsbnbg]

pro players (game over)

prompt: time | word count: 485 | rated: M | tags: modern era, established steddie, rockstar Eddie, succubus Steve | @steddiemicrofic | ao3

The first time Eddie met Steve Harrington, he was hooked instantly. Not because the man was breathtakingly beautiful, not because the man didn't recognize him, but because when Eddie offered a night of fun and pleasure, those lush lips had curled up playfully.

“Here's some advice. Try not to fall for me, Rockstar.”

Eddie had snorted like it was the most outdated joke ever.

Anyone who knew him would also know that he was no boyfriend material, let alone a lover. He changed partners like clothes. His attention was fleeting and his interest was even worse.

There was no way he’d lose his heart to anyone. Including this Adonis of a man.

Because after all, Eddie Munson was a heartless bastard.

“Fuuuuck,” Eddie threw his head back, thankful that he was already sitting because his legs had gone jellos the second Steve wrapped those sinful lips around him.

The concert was gonna start in about thirty minutes, but Eddie still unbuckled his jeans as soon as he heard his husband’s stomach growling.

And now, he couldn't care less if Steve sucked him dry and they’d have to book home before he could perform. He was sure the band would understand.

A powerful orgasm cut off Eddie’s babbled praises for his boy. His muscles locked up as he rolled his eyes back and shot down that greedy throat, spasming while Steve licked him clean through the aftershocks.

For a moment, he just sat there—dazed and lovesick—watching Steve tuck him away before moving up to straddle his lap.

“Wish I could show the world how gorgeous you are, pretty baby,” he murmured between the kisses, stroking the tail coiling around his arm and those cute little wings.

Steve’s giggle was music to his ears.

“And what? Let them find out their rockstar has married a succubus?”

Eddie grinned, squeezing the succulent cheeks with his hands.

“They’d be so jealous of me.”

“Yeah,” Steve rolled his eyes, always such a brat. “They'd set me on fire before you can even pull your dick out.”

“At least, you’d die with your most favorite possession.”

“Uh-huh, whatever helps you sleep at night, Mr. Munson.”

“Oh darlin’, I slept like a baby last night thanks to your peachy ass.”

Eddie cackled when Steve slapped his chest half-heartedly.

They were interrupted by the knocks on the door and Gateth’s muffled voice—telling them to “Hurry the fuck up, lovebirds!”

Eddie called out his confirmation before looking back at Steve who’d turned back to his human form.

“Good luck,” Steve pecked his lips softly then stood up, smiling sweetly as he lifted the hem of his sweater to show that tattoo and a hint of red laces. “Be home soon, Daddy.”

Eddie groaned, knowing the inks looked normal now but would glow pink once Steve was truly full.

And he sure as hell was gonna break his dick to make it happen again tonight.

[spicycinnabun]

another ficlet from the same verse as i’m sorry, christofern 🪴

~

Eddie unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt. He couldn’t breathe. The waiter was sneering down at him—at his piercings, tattoos, fingernails blackened with polish and chipping. He didn’t belong at this fine establishment, and it was noticeable to everyone.

The piano man was going to town playing a Beethoven Sonata near their table, and Eddie was this close to shoving him off the bench and showing him how to play some real fucking music.

But Steve was also sitting across from him, looking suave with his hair combed back like an old Hollywood movie star. He was beaming at Eddie, and Eddie was helpless to it.

Even if the menu was giving him a goddamn heart attack, and he was trying not to keel over behind it as Steve ordered the lobster bisque—to start.

Eddie ordered the garden salad.

Steve gave him a weird look. “You sure that's what you want? I thought you didn't like salad.”

“I’m sure,” Eddie said. The salad wouldn't demolish his wallet like any of the things that actually sounded good. “I’m turning over a new leaf. Eating healthier.”

“Uh-huh. You’re already as skinny as a string bean. I don't think you need to eat healthier. You probably need to eat more."

“No can do. I’ve become a slut for vegetables.” Eddie grinned. It was maniacal. “Can't resist a big, juicy cucumber in my mouth.”

The waiter left, looking deeply disturbed, and Steve kicked him under the table, blushing. “Eddie! Jesus.”

“What? Can't a man freely express his joy for deepthroating gourds?”

Steve choked on his water, putting the glass down hastily as he coughed. “You’re such a…” He didn't finish that sentence, but Eddie could fill in the blank.

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Their first course came, and Eddie pretended to like his salad.

“Yeah, you really look like you're into that,” Steve said, stirring his soup.

Eddie swallowed hard. “It’s absolutely succulent, Steven, thank you.”

He absolutely hated it. The slimy vinaigrette, too.

“Oh, man. Look at that string of pearls,” Steve said, letting it go as he pointed over Eddie’s shoulder. “I’d like one of those.”

Usually, Eddie was the one lacking manners. “Kinda rude to point at people, baby.”

Also, pearls? Eddie was going to be in the red right after this dinner. He hoped Steve wasn’t expecting those any time soon.

Steve laughed, dropping his hand on the table. “No, I’m not. Look.”

Eddie turned in his chair, then groaned in realization when he saw what was hanging from the ceiling.

Steve wasn’t pointing at some woman wearing a pearl necklace. He was geeking out over a fucking plant. Even in public, he was a devoted plant daddy.

“We can get you one of those,” Eddie told him. Steve wanted a pearl plant? Done.

Steve leaned back in his seat, assessing him with his warm brown gaze. Eddie tried not to squirm. “What?”

“You don't like it here.”

Eddie balked. “I like it fine—” he started, then deflated a little under Steve’s skeptical eyebrow quirk. “Okay, I don't like it here. But you do, right?”

“It actually kinda reminds me of my parents.” Steve’s nose wrinkled. “I just wanted to have a good time with you and treat you to something special, but it backfired on me.”

Oh. Hell.

“Hey, it didn't backfire, sweetheart,” Eddie told him, voice low. His hand twitched. He wanted to reach across the table for Steve’s but knew he couldn’t—especially not here. Here, they were no more than friends.

“You wanna ditch and go get a pizza?” Steve asked, nails scratching along the crisp white tablecloth like he was thinking the same thing. “We can catch the next creature feature at the drive-in. Eat on the hood of my car?”

Eddie sighed, feeling his entire self relax. “Oh fuck yes, please. Let’s go.”

They grinned at each other and got up, slinging on their coats. They paid for their half-eaten meals. Neither of them tipped the snooty waiter.

Steve caught his hand in the parking lot as they walked to his car. It was risky, but the walk was less than a minute. They linked fingers.

[the-fiction-witch]

Lost

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Y/n (Wife) Rating - 18 + blood/ pregnancy/ child loss/ Word Count - 2052

Jacaerys strode restlessly through the ancient halls of Dragonstone, his mind consumed with frustration and impatience. He longed to ride to Harrenhal and confront Daemon, to march to King's Landing and vanquish the Greens in their lofty towers, or to simply flee to any remote corner of the realm. However, a sense of duty and responsibility kept him tethered to the island fortress.

Finally, arriving back at his chambers, he closed the heavy wooden door behind him with a resounding thud. With a deep breath, he unburdened himself of his sword, carefully laying it aside. As he let out a heavy sigh, his gaze fell upon a sight that brought a moment of respite to his troubled mind.

Y/n sat comfortably in bed, leaning against the headboard. Her long hair was intricately braided and wrapped around her head, with stockings pulled high up her legs. She wore a cozy nightie that hugged her belly, which was visibly swollen. As she immersed herself in a book, she rested it gently on her protruding belly while engrossed in her reading.

Jacaerys found it impossible not to smile, “How is it you look so perfect?” He asked, as he came over resting a hand on her cheek and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, “I could devour you, you look so sweet and succulent.”

Y/n giggled and put her book away,

Jacaerys eagerly climbed into the bed with her, “How is he?”

“Kicking away,” she smiled, “But he’s calm down now he knows his daddy’s here,”

“Awww… He missed me?” he cooed stroking her bump, “I missed you too sweet boy,” He leaned down, feeling the soft curve of her bump, and tenderly placed a gentle kiss on her belly. Resting his head against her, he closed his eyes and listened to the rhythmic movements and gentle kicks of their unborn baby, feeling a deep sense of connection and love.

Y/n smiled and stroked her hand through his dark curls, “Have you had any more thoughts?”

“Humm… Well, there are a lot of nice family names.” he cooed, “Or we could have something all our own, it's whatever my wife wants.”

“Well, maybe we should have another little Jacaerys,” She cooed,

“Perhaps,” He chuckled, “But I don’t mind what we name the baby,”

“Alright, we have plenty of time to think,” she smiled,

“We do, come here my darling.” He cooed as he kissed her bump one more time and then he leaned up to give her lips a soft tender kiss. “And how are you? Everyone asks all days about the babe, yet no one attends to you,” he cooed,

“I am fine Jacaerys, I feel perfect,”

He nodded, “That is good news.” He smiled, “Now come here, let me cuddle my wife all night tonight,”

“Of course, you can,” she chuckled,

Jacaerys concluded yet another unproductive council meeting, feeling the weight of frustration settled upon his shoulders. As he made his way back to his chambers, he found respite in the thought of holding Y/n close, her gentle presence easing his worries. Upon entering his chambers, he closed the door behind him and carefully set down his sword, expecting to find comfort in the warmth of his surroundings. However, as the door latched shut, an unsettling chill crept down his spine, he knew something was wrong.

The chambers exuded a chilling darkness, devoid of any comforting flicker of firelight. A sharp, metallic tang hung in the air, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. From the depths of the chamber, faint but haunting cries reached his ears, causing a shiver to run down his spine. His heart plummeted to his feet, a wave of sorrow threatening to overwhelm him as tears welled in his eyes. Desperately, he held on to a glimmer of hope, silently pleading to the powers that be that this nightmare wasn't real, that his worst fears were not coming true. However, each passing moment only deepened his dread, painting a darker picture of the situation.

He hesitantly approached the door to their bathroom, feeling an inexplicable sense of dread. Although he resisted, his feet seemed to move of their own accord. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open, and a shiver ran down his spine as he beheld the horrifying scene that greeted him.

Y/n knelt hunched over on the cold stone floor, her nightie pulled up around her waist, her hair falling from her braids, tears streaking down her face, blood coating her legs, and hands, blood spilt out all over the floor. She was shaking and trembling as she tried to clean the blood with her hands.

“Y/n…” He gasped as tears trickled down his cheeks,

“Baby… baby…Our baby…” she muttered between tears,

“Y/n please,” Jacaerys went over and fell to his knees beside her,

“Our baby… our poor baby…” she cried hystiericly,

“I know Y/n, I know.” he cried, “Our poor baby…”

As she lay on the floor, tears streaming down her face, she couldn't stop the screams of anguish and despair from escaping her lips. It felt like an eternity, but Jacaerys held her tightly in his arms, his own tears mixing with hers as they both grappled with the overwhelming grief of their loss.

Jacaerys gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her close as he carried her to the soft, welcoming embrace of the bed. With tender care, he cleansed her wounds and ensured her comfort, adjusting the pillows and blankets until she was at ease. Anxiously, he summoned the Maester to attend to her, never straying from her side, his unwavering presence a silent promise of steadfast devotion.Y/n was fine but the baby was lost. As he watched her silently weep against the soft, white pillows of their bed, he couldn't help but feel a heavy weight in his heart. After the Maester had left the room, Jacaerys tenderly climbed into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently pressing his lips to her shoulder, offering silent comfort in the midst of her tears.

“It’s okay… it’s okay…”

“Our poor baby…”

“I know, I know. It’s okay.”

“This is the fourth time…” she whined,

“I know, it’s okay.” he nodded,

“Are you-”

“No, I’m not angry, I promise you I’m not angry.” he cooed, “It’s not your fault Y/n,”

“What… what if I can’t…”

Silence hummed between them for a moment,

“Don’t worry about things like that-”

“But what if I can’t. This is our fourth little baby… and I never even got to hold a single one.”

“I know, I’m so sorry my love.” he softly cried, “It’s okay, no matter what I still love you.”

“We have to have a baby… you are your mother’s heir… heir to the throne we-”

“I have siblings, We do not have to have children if you do not want to. If it hurts you. If you don’t want to try again we don’t have to.” he cooed kissing her softly on the cheek, “But don’t think about all that now… just rest. And I’ll be here with you for as long as you need me.”

“Thank you, Jace…”

“You’re welcome Y/n, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she sniffled,

“Just rest, I’ll be by your side every moment you need me.”