#alienation index

[k9punkout]

mizi and till in the latest art

[spacesimp]

TERRY TERRY TERRY TERRY

[kogetaikid]

213/6006

On top of a jelly tree

Yeah, just some characters for WAY LATER…

[startrek-by-secret]

Dax is already my new favourite character just because of all the trans symbolism... or maybe this counts as actual transness?

[handleerz]

[somesecretpie]

Omg people are talking about how deaths head hawk moth’s make squeaky toy noises on the timeline!!!

I’ll add a little video so you know how cute it is. Also cool example of the stroboscopic effect in the quickly beating wings here at the end.

THE BADASS BUG BRACKET

ROUND 1, BRACKET 8

Red Velvet Ant (dasymutilla occidentalis) vs Death's Head Hawkmoth (Acherontia atropos)

Red Velvet Ant propaganda: (none given)

Death's Head Hawkmoth propaganda: awesome skull on its back, striking black and yellow color scheme, features in scary movies

[nakedinthetrees]

Patterns of Your Love

Neteyam x Human!Reader

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

WARNINGS: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, SMUT including fingering,thigh riding, p in v/m&f intercourse, dirty talk, pet names, size difference, interspecies relationship, alien genitalia

Word count~4340 Art work created by @zeroseydorum

The heat of the Pandoran sun radiated through the thick branches of the trees above where you and Neteyam laid in the plush grass of the forest. Neteyam’s eyes were closed, muscles relaxed as he allowed your small form to lay across his chest, his comparably large hand supporting your waist, caressing your side gently with a thumb. You were propped up on your forearms staring down at him intently, counting each of his calming breaths, noting the small occasional hums he would let slip as he exhaled. Your eyes drifted to his long braids, splayed out in the grass around his head like separate coinciding streams of water.  A sliver of sunlight painted in a diagonal line across his face. Everything about him seemed so perfect. One of the things that had immediately caught your eyes about him was his stripes. They seemed thicker in comparison to the other na’vi. Decorating his body so beautifully. Every stripe seemed purposeful. Your eyes lingered on the angled pattern on his forehead, following their flow of movement across his face. With careful fingers you raise your hand, gently gliding the tips of your fingers along his cheekbone, tracing the stripe toward the center of his face until it trails off before moving your hand up toward his forehead. Stretching your index and middle fingers apart, you place them at his hairline then slowly move them down, following the slanted lines of his stripes, progressively closing your fingers as you reach the place in the center of his brow bone. A low hum rumbled in Neteyam’s throat as your fingers repeated the action, your own mind transfixed on him, ”That feels nice…” his voice breaks the silence in a smooth whisper, a relaxed smile growing on his lips, “Does it?” you whisper back, reflecting his own smile. Your question is met with a satisfied hum in response, prompting you to repeat the action a few more times, watching Neteyam relax further under your touch. Your hand drifts down toward his chest, fingers immediately caressing the thick stripes along his pectoral, noting the brief hitch in Neteyam’s breathing as your feathery touches move across his skin. 

“What are you doing?” He asks with a slight chuckle in his voice, finally opening his eyes to look down at you. Your eyes meet his for a brief moment, returning his smile before glancing back down at the pattern on his skin, “Your stripes are so pretty” you reply, trailing your fingers down the center of his chest, noticing how his muscles tense slightly at your actions causing you to quirk a curious brow, “Is my big, mighty warrior sensitive?” You chuckle with a playful smirk. Neteyam moves his hand to caress your jaw carefully, shifting your gaze back to his own, his thumb wanting to press over your lips, mentally cursing the oxygen mask that guarded your face, “Do not tease me, little one” Neteyam scolds you with his own playful smile, “Besides… You know full well what you do to me.”. Your gaze fell from his face to his body once more, admiring his azure skin with your finger tips. As his chest faltered a bit from his shaky breath, a new idea formed in your mind. You shifted your gaze to the side of his head, where his nearly bunny-like ears flicked absentmindedly. Carefully you shift your weight forward, just enough to place your hands by the sides of his head without having to strain. Just as carefully you allow your hands to gently cup the Na’vi’s long ears, which flick a bit in response at the touch. “My yawne…” Neteyam warns in a low purr, his eyes now watching you closely in attempts to perhaps read your mind on whatever scheme you had conjured, “What are you thinking, little one?”, “Just… testing a quick theory” you whisper semi focused as you try to hide your smirk. The moment your thumb and index fingers shift to lightly pinch his ears, you get a reaction you would never expect from him; a shaky gasp sounds in the air, his muscles tighten beneath you just as his hands move to encompass your backside, holding you impossibly close to him. His ears now hot beneath the pads of your fingers.

Your lips loosen as you finally allow a giggle to break through them, giving another brush of your thumbs along his ears that sends shivers down Neteyam’s spine, delight painting your features while watching his eyes roll and flutter shut, only briefly. Although there is nothing particularly erotic about the rubbing of his ears, the expression and now sudden shift in the rising and falling of his chest, has your mind wandering elsewhere. Swinging a leg over his slim waist and placing your palms on his chest to steady yourself, you peer down at him with a feline smirk, “So the big tough kitty really is sensitive.”. When Neteyam’s eyes meet yours, his pupils are dilated, glazed with a softness you only ever see him give you and yet… you could swear part of that look held some sort of primal challenge. It’s when his large hands snake up your thighs that you understand the meaning of that look, “Perhaps… although aren’t humans more sensitive than na’vi?” He hums, purposely drawing out the words as his fingers purposefully caress your thighs as they make their way up to your hips, his thumbs massaging the divots there with the type of predatory gentleness that makes your pulse quicken. 

“Your skin is much softer… your bodies are squishier…” Neteyam purrs, perhaps more to himself as his amber eyes follow the trailing of his hands whilst they give your hips a gentle squeeze before slowly moving upward, pushing beneath the fabric of your shirt to run his thumbs along your ribs, just under your breasts. His ears perk when the sound of your exo-pack mask enhances the sound of your staggered breathing, pulling the edge of his lips into a smirk, “See?”. You pull back out of his reach crossing your are over your chest defiantly, “What? You expect me not to react when you’re…” Neteyam cocks his head to the side, that same predatory look gleaming in his eyes. You blow out a hot breath in a fleeting attempt to slow your heart rate, momentarily fogging the glass of your mask, “Stop looking at me like that.”. 

Neteyam chuckles, shifting his weight to anchor himself onto his elbows, simultaneously causing you to adjust your own weight as well to stop you from slipping down his abs. The position mimicking that of a lion getting ready to pounce, “And how, tawtute, am I looking at you?”, “Like a cat toying with its meal before devouring it.” You huff out a nervous laugh, noting the way he leans to one side to allow one of his arms free to cup your lower back, his thumb trailing along your spine, his face coming ever so slightly closer to yours, “Is that what my sky dancer wishes? To be devoured?” Not ‘sky person’, but ‘dancer’ because you were not a human fueled by greed or destruction. You were soft, gentle, free spirited, and his. 

Yet as you stammer trying to find the words, Neteyam leans closer until his lips meet with the column of your throat, extinguishing your tongue of any protest or comeback you would’ve conjured and leaving it with only the ability to sigh, leaning into his touch, your fingers instinctually weaving through his braids. His hold on your lower back remains firm as he carefully shifts into a sitting position, his other hand holding the side of your face, to which you have zero hesitation in leaning into the warmth of his palm, presenting more of your neck to him. A low sultry purr answers your gesture in thanks as his lips begin leaving kiss after wet kiss along your throat while his hand at your lower back drifts up your torso, proceeding his conquest in teasing the underside of your breast. Your breath catches for a moment and Neteyam’s lips ascend to your ear, his exhale against it causing you to shiver, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, “Shall we see what noises I can squeeze out of you?” Neteyam whispers, his hand making the shift to finally touch your aching breast, his fingers tracing along its peak before giving it an experimental squeeze to emphasize his words. 

Your lips part as the warmth of his palm encompasses your mound, his calluses pulling at the sensitive skin of your peaked nipple with the motion in a way that has you immediately biting your lip again. A thud sounds from behind Neteyam at the impatient bat of his tail against the ground. While he was no stranger to this song and dance of trying to coax the most delicious sounds from you, it still made him somewhat annoyed when he didn’t get immediate results for his excursions. “How my sky dancer loves to play…” Neteyam murmurs against the skin of your neck, dragging his lips down to the peak of your collarbone, “Play as you like, yawne. I will have you singing soon enough.” he purrs, giving your breast in his hand a more assertive squeeze as his tongue glides back up the column of your throat, the fangs of his bottom jaw dragging slightly, in a way that has your body arching into him in response, finally drawing a sweet, lust coated whimper from your lips. You can feel Neteyam's satisfied smirk against your neck, as well as that same satisfaction forming into a firmness that is now pressing into you as you sit on his lap, “Miklor…”(beautiful sounding). Fuck if hearing him speak his mother tongue didn't instantly turn you into a puddle, then the clenching of your core would definitely do the trick. The growing need to have him impossibly closer, touching every inch of you, filling you, ebbed at the corners of your mind, beckoning desire to the forefront that had you squirming against the hardness that pressed against your clothed ass. The seam of your shorts grinding so deliciously against the thin fabric of his loincloth had Neteyam huffing out a ragged breath that sent a chill down your spine. Neteyam's hand pressed at your lower back, held you firmly against him, whilst the middle finger of his hand that remained under your shirt stroked tight, lazy circles around the perked bud of your breast, his mouth busy with adorning your neck in love bites for you to return to the lab with later, all of it dousing your body in heat, you wouldn't be surprised if the blood in your veins had become molten lava, “Teyam…” you coo, fisting your hands in his braids, a low purr rumbling in his chest at the sound, before using your hold on his braids to urge him back and off your neck, “No more playing,” you whisper breathlessly, wining your hips against him for emphasis, “please.”. He needed no further explanation of your wants, yet his eyes took in your body, possibilities of how this could go painting a string of pictures in his mind, by the hungry look in them. “Stand for me, ma'yawntu. Strip.” The command coming out gentle on his tongue as you watched you rise, his hand drifting behind himself to untie the knot of his loincloth, the minute your skin left his, his eyes never leaving your own for a moment, even as he tossed the flimsy garment to the side, perching to sit on his knees as he gave himself a long and slow stroke. 

You swallowed the excess saliva that had manifested in your mouth at the sight as your hands moved to first remove your top, then your shoes, moving slowly in an effort to give him a good show. As you moved to remove your panties along with your shorts, Neteyam’s “No,” halted your movments, “Leave those for me.”. You obliged him, stepping out of your shorts and walking between his parted knees, Neteyam's hands instinctively reaching up to guide you, resting on your hips, pulling you closer until his lips met with your soft stomach. His thumbs slide over the band of your panties whilst he continue to leave kisses along your belly, his eyes lifting toward your own for only a moment, before his fingers delicately looping around the top of your panties, before pulling them gently down your legs. The scent of your bare arousal was enough to send a shiver through Neteyam’s spine, making his body go rigid, as his eyes rolled back before closing, his teeth nipping lovingly at your stomach that despite his restraint, had you yelping with slight surprise. “You complain a lot about my own playing, when you can't even seem to stop, yourself.” you protest, shifting your hips to avert his attention from your stomach down to the aching between your thighs. You hadn't even registered that one of Neteyam's hands had drifted down your leg, until you felt his calloused fingertips smoothing over your inner thigh, traveling higher and higher until two of them glide through your wet folds, just enough to part them.

Your pulse immediately jumps, your hands anchoring on his shoulders to steady yourself, “Mmn, but it is so fun to watch you squirm, yawne. It delights me to see my mate act so needy for me.” Neteyam purrs, dragging the lubricated fingers over your clit, slowly circling it whilst your hips buck at the touch, the nerves in your thighs demanding to close, which takes nearly every muscle in your body not to obey; to let Neteyam swirl your bundle of nerves and whined the forming knot in your stomach tighter, the mental leash you had on your vocal cords long forgotten, relinquishing sweet music for Neteyam's ears. “Awe, my sweet mate makes such pretty noises… tell me how good it feels, yawne.”. Your mind seems full of static, only being able to process the feeling of his fingers, the tightening in your core, your only response being to chase his fingers by swaying your hips along with him. “Uh- uh… use that pretty voice, love.” he urges, poking at your entrance with his fingertips for extra motivation. You swallow thickly, trying to steady your breathing as to try to make your voice as clear as possible, yet to no avail as your words come out nearly trembling, “It feels so good Teyam, I…I can hardly keep standing like this.”, “Oh?” and with that his fingers submerge themselves into your soaked cunt, scissoring twice to help with the stretch. The sound that breaks from you is like a song from the great mother herself, your fingernails digging into the blue muscles of his shoulder as your hips instinctively move against his hand, “More… more…”, “You want more, yawne? I've hardly started… so greedy.” Neteyam hums not sounding at all upset as his fingers curl against the spongy bit inside of you. “My greedy little sky dancer… I want to watch you dance for me…” he whispers, hot breath fanning against your ear and much to your dismay, Neteyam removes his fingers from within you, a whine that wasn't completely voluntary, following it from your throat.

Your growing pout causes Neteyam to chuckle as he shifts his weight slightly, still resting on his knees, but now sitting on his heels, the back of his hand now placed purposefully atop his thigh, his fingers still glistening with your juices now pointing skyward, “Sit.”. The command was simple enough, but you couldn’t stop the drifting of your eyes to the place between his thighs, where his cock twitched in eagerly. “That is for later, for now…” He curled his fingers in a sort of beckoning motion, “sit.”. You didn't recall how many steps it took until you were straddling Neteyam's thigh and you couldn't find it in you to care at the tips of his fingers brush your folds, his thumb gently swiping over your clit as you lowered yourself onto him, sinking his fingers back home. “Ahh~...” You moan as you sit completely on his thigh, with Neteyam now knuckle deep in your sex. “Mmnh you’re so warm inside, yawne.. so tight. Let us get you ready for more, hm? Dance…” he cooed sweetly, his fingers repeating that beckoning motion inside of you that serves as enough to jumpstart your movements. You grind your hips into his palm, your juices squelching below you with the motion. For a moment you see Neteyam's eyelids flutter, his lips curl back in the slightest of snarls, before settling for a look so heavy with lust it had you swearing under your breath, you nearly thought you'd combust at the sight alone. Sparing a glance between his legs once again, you witnessed the evidence of that look. His cock nearly red at the tip, twitching with each sway of your hips, as if he were imagining it inside of you instead of his fingers. You knew if you were his size, a na'vi, he wouldn't have wasted a second before burying himself in you, but alas, you were a fragile human. A small delicate thing that, despite whatever protests you could throw his way, you know that Neteyam would always take his time with you. “Eyes on me, yawne.” Neteyam says in more of a growl, as if just the sight of you looking at his was shredding his self control, yet before you could so much as lift your gaze- “Haah! Tey-.” he began bouncing his leg, thus you along with it, sending you up and down on his fingers at his will. Your fingernails nearly broke skin as you bounced atop his legs, moaning uncontrollably as he fucked you on his fingers. 

Neteyam's gaze seemed to devour you like a piece of art; watching the each bounce of your breasts, the juices painting his palm and thigh, thrust after thrust how they pooled on his blue skin. It was almost to much, his cock was aching to the point of pain- and then he felt your touch on it's head, not even processing when or how your hand had gone from gripping his shoulder, to rolling his cock head in your palm and… fuck did it feel good. Too good. It was almost too easy to imagine pinning you on the forest floor, lining himself with your cunt and- No, you needed to finish first before he could have you. He needed to be sure you were ready for him. Your body trembled as Neteyam began curling his fingers repeatedly as he continued to bounce his leg, the mixed sensation throwing you into the merciful arms of release as you writhed and shook, mewling out in a hitched voice as you came undone. He continued, slowly the bouncing of his thigh and shifting his curling fingers in the massaging motion, letting you ride out your high. Neteyam huffed a small laugh as your forehead leaned against his chest for support, your breathing heavy and uneven. “You… you play too much, Teyam.”, this prompted another laugh as Neteyam lowered his knee, his free hand snaking from your hip to around your backside, as he carefully lowered you onto the plush grass. Once your back was flush against the ground, Neteyam now leaning over you, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them below pelvis to smear your lingering juices along his shaft, letting out a sigh at the contact, a sound that had your chest tightening. He had been so patient, so gentle, and now you would reward him for his efforts. 

Slowly you spread your legs wide, bringing your knees to your chest, watching as Neteyam continued to give himself a few more pumps to ease the hurt. When his eyes finally lifted to see you spread before him, the sound that came from him was nothing, but primal need. He ran his tongue over his lips to moisten them as he carefully leaned down, bringing your face closer to his own until his forehead rested against yours. Despite the hunger, his amber eyes swam with so much Earth shattering love that you felt you could weep and perhaps it showed in your face, because Neteyam cooed your name so softly and sincerely you almost didn't hear it, before he raised his lips to kiss your hairline, once again mentally cursing the obstruction of your mask that kept him from kissing your lips. When he pulled away, it was only enough to weave a hand between you to guide his cock closer to where you both longed for him to be. At the feel of his tip prodding at your entrance, Neteyam leaned down to place a gentle kiss at your ear, whispering sweet praises as inch by delicious, suffocating, filling inch he pushed into you. The shudder that rippled down his back muscles as your tightness took hold of him, as if it would never let go. “Siltsan, ma’ syulang…” (Well done, my flower). As Neteyam looked up to take in your expression, he found your eyes closed, brows scrunched, but not in pain as you breathed, “I don't think I'll ever get used to that first thrust… thank Eywa.”. 

Neteyam couldn't help, but chuckle before leaning down to bite your earlobe, “Such a dirty mouth on my mate…” he cooed, yet as you were about to retort, Neteyam pulled out slightly before plunging back in, his muscles flexing at the motion. “Ohh…shit…”, the curse natural on his tongue as again he thrusted slowly into you. The fifth time his tip pressed kissed your cervix, Neteyam had to bite back a growl. He was desperate, but he wouldn’t allow himself to throw caution to the wind, not just for your safety, but to savor this feeling for as long as he could. He maneuvered enough to set your legs over his shoulders, his knees spreading wider through the grass as he scooped an arm beneath your shoulders, pressing your front flush against his own seamlessly, like he was trying to get as close to you as possible- to force your bodies to become one and when he rolled his hips again, you rolled yours with him. Neteyam's ears pressed flat against the sides of his head and he let out a soft whimper, he was content to stay like this forever. “Teyam, please…” You begged, rolling your hips before he could move again, giving his cock a loving squeeze with a clench of your inner walls and with it, an invisible tether had broken loose. Neteyam reeled his hips back at the same steady pace he had, but when he drove back in, your body bucked with his. “Fuck! yes… like that… please.” and he did, again and again, faster, harder, until it was all he could do to bring your hips down onto each of his thrusts, driving your back into the grass each time. His lips were in a frenzy on your ears, neck and chest; wherever he could reach, you decorated your skin in wet kisses, nips, and licks and you couldn't find it within you to give a shit about how many marks he was leaving, not when it meant he was putting his claim on you in the most intimate way he could, Your body writhed and bucked beneath him, your legs that had been barking for being in the same position too long, had become an after thought as one ograsm began as another ended. 

Only when Neteyam pulled away, wrapping your legs around his slim waist did you suddenly remember they needed relief, yet the euphoria of it was short lived as you were hauled into his lap, both arms wrapping around you as he somehow drove himself deeper at the new angle. Neteyam buried his face between your neck and shoulder, his grunts and moans lingering in your ear. He was close, the breathless whines that new fell from his lips indicated as much. So close you could feel the restraint in his thrusts, where one moment he pistoned into you, filling the space around you with wet slapping, the next he held your pelvis flush against his own as he ground himself into you. Your brows furrowed through your mask as his whines became more pitched, desperate you realized, like the finish line was nearly there, yet somehow out of reach. So you did what you could, clinging to him and whispering in his ear between moans, “I love you.”, “I love you.”, “My mate.”, “Mine.”, it was the last two words that clanged through him like a burst of energy as Neteyam gave a few rough thrusts, bringing your body to meet them each time, that he finally went over the edge, spilling as much of his seed as he could into you before it began to spill where you were still connected. 

The moment he stilled inside of you, you both let out a sigh in unison, your bodies drenched with sweat, skin hot and sticky to the touch. It was when you each pulled back to look at each other that Neteyam’s eyes widened, taking in your body before him. “What? What's wrong?” You immediately ask, following his gaze, but that was all the proof you needed. From what you could see, your chest was littered with redish-purple spots, which you could only assume were on your neck as well, and then the embarrassment of having to walk into the lab like this hit. Neteyam merely laughed, trying as gentle as possible to lay you back down on the grass, withdrawing himself from you before laying on his side beside you. “You say my stripes are pretty, but I must say… I do find spots to be a good look on you.” then you laughed with him only after feining disapproval at his joke, giving his shoulder a playful shove before snuggling into his warmth.

Even rereading this story I'm super proud with how it turned out. I hope it holds up to everyone who read it previously and that new readers enjoy it as well.♡

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Ok there's a question I hadn't considered.

Before I thought that Clout metrics in Splatfests were literally overall percentages: since every team got a similar number of players and subsequently similar numbers of victories/losses, that would make sense.

But in the last splatfest, where team Bigfoot got 8% of the popular vote yet WON the Pro category and were close behind for the other two, I suspect some Electoral College bullshittery is at work here.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Master Posts Links

All the dabbles I have posted on my DC x DP account. Under a read more due to how long it is. Broken into three categories:

Multi-parts - Dabbles that have more than one part written.

One-shots- Dabbles with only one part written.

Requests- Dabbles written for the requests of readers. (Note: If a request is for a continuation of the other two categories, they will be filed in Milti-parts)

Master Post 1 Link

Master Post 2 Link

Master Post 3 Link

Completed AUs Master Post Link

NSFW (+18 ) Link

Please read the indexes to determine which master post each au is filed in.

As of 12/25/2024: The newest stuff is inside of Master Post 3.

Updated as of 02/14/2025: Stop on Muli-part: Danny's Grill Part 6

MASTER POST 1 INDEX:

Multi-parts:

The Royal Consort,

Child Support

Phantom's Number 1 fan

Danny and The Fan Blog

Congratulations! It's Triplets!:

Ghost King Summon dare

The Dauntless Matchmaker

Demon and Angel Brat

Single Dad

Jason's Doll

Misplace Baby

One-shots:

The Assistant

The Ghost Trio's Food Trip

Legal Compensation

Love Among Fans

Lex Luther's Youngest

The Infinite Realms Hobby Store:

Obsession Runs in the Family

Farm Hand

Vague Threats

Game of Deadly Love

Retired-Rouge

The Real Blood Son

The Kid of Candles

Magic Older Brother

Keep The God Kid Busy!

Dog walker

Clockwork's Cookbook

Respawn and Relive

The Summoning Conditions of the Ghost King

Finders Keeper

What's the rule again?

The Contact, the Butler and the Sly Time Lord

Big Fish in Gotham Pond:

Immunity system:

Wrong Number:

Timeline Prevention Squad

Requests

The Masters are Aliens

Ghost Zone Read

Red Hood's Snow

Jason Sees Dead People

Ghost Dad

Wayne Manor Ghost

The Siren of Iceberg Lounge

The Orginal

The Ghost King's Fibs

Red ParentHood

Woo thy Butler, My Lord

Double Vision

Dealeyed Soulmates

Rescue Mission

Danny's Online Persona

Practice makes perfect

MASTER POST 2 INDEX:

Multi-Parts

Cass the Halfa

Danny's Grill

The Audit

Why Ten?

Cluster of Cores

Demon Head Slightly to the left

Danny Fenton's Ex

New Management

Billy's Parents

Phone a friend

Super Robin

Cassandra's Curse in Gotham

The Summoned Demon

Marriage Trap the Office Supplier!

It's all Fun and Games Kids!

The cinnamon roll's son

One-Shots

Red Yummy

Professional Protector of Love

The Backroads

In 30 Minutes or less

One hell of a good bellhop

Corporate Rivals

Rude Kryptonian

Ecto-Specialist

Side Hustle

Copyright

Love at first (club) meeting

Catnip for heroes

Old Friends

Danny the Nanny

Lights and Camera

Hot Wings

The ones who got away

Vanishing Bookstore

Petal to the metal

Lover Boy

PenPal

Fishbowl Bones

Unwanted House Guest

The Roommate

Missing Half

Danny's Did you Know?

Yeti's orders.

Who's Child is this?

Requests

Batman with a gun's lover

IRS's boogie man

Dear Elder Brother's mistakes

The Undead Florist

Pit's Merman

Dullahan is my roomate

Nightowl Appartement

The one with Sunset Hair

The Cinnamon Roll's son

The lost In-Laws

The Lady and The Dad

Big Brother does not approve

Gotham's star and Shadow

Pride in Gotham

Revenant Prompt

The King and his Not-Knight

Contestant Number 3

The Lost son of the Bat

AroAce Danny

Extended Family

Master Post 3 Index

Mult-parts

Passion for Fashion

Alfred's Boy Friend

Alley Boyfriends

Mr. Flavor

Freelance Inventor

One-shots

You ARE the father

The Good Luck Charm

To be Human Again

Travel Buddy

Shift

A little bit of Home

New Money

Beyond the Grave

Lex Luthor's annoyance

Die with a smile

Cold Case

Online Siren

The End and the Beginning

Damian's (not) real friend

Family Bonding

Gotham Gossip

Request

Access Granted

Skulker's Past

Surviving Babysitting

The Twins

Echo's Dad

The Artifact Repair Man

Flip of A coin

New Neighbors

Over and Over again

The West Wing

Never the Bride

COMPLETED AUS MASTER POST INDEX

The Bakery is a Front!....right?

Cave Boy

The Adoptive Son

[rikosseen]

Dad!Gun x Reader: Family

@live-laugh-die006 - A little different from the others ;p

There’s a small fluttering movement that courses through Jonggun’s chest. It makes him twitch. Makes him squirm. Makes him nervous. It’s not unwelcome, however. It’s not a bad feeling at all.

His lips press into a thin line, and his eyes glaze over your sleeping figure before it shifts back down at the small, crying, little thing in his arms.

“Shh,” he coos groggily.

For a time, Gun had been avoiding the infant, disregarding the child’s presence here and there, trying to make the most minimal contact with the baby as possible. The whole concept of family is so utterly foreign to him, and he doesn’t know how to go about it; the tenderness within the household feels overwhelmingly alien to someone like him.

You said-—reassured him that everything would fall into place. But as he’s cradling the little thing in his arms, he feels conflicted, overstimulated, and uncertain. For the first time in his life, he feels somewhat terrified. Terrified at what he might do-—the danger and pain that he might inflict.

As his eyes meet the infant’s, he’s transported to his youth in Japan, to the shadows of his past within the syndicate, and the absence of care he received as a small child. He wonders if the cycle will repeat itself-—how could someone who was never nurtured tenderly offer any such care to another? Jonggun’s head spirals as he contemplates if you’ve ever thought of him as a burden, considering he’s never truly done anything substantial. But the thought ventures too far from his current sanity, and he immediately feels guilty for the doubt.

Fool.

You’re stupid for staying by his side. For wanting this.

The child hiccups, its cries subsiding as Gun continues to rock back and forth, allowing his mind to sink deeper into muddled, tangled strings.

.

The nights repeat themselves, and Jonggun finds himself picking up the crying baby for what seems like the fifth time. Heavy lidded, he pats the child’s back before stopping momentarily to shake off the tired. The baby cries louder, and you stir in your sleep. Gun grunts at this, and trudges around to soothe the infant.

“Needy, aren’t you?” He grumbles, holding the small figure close to his chest.

As he looks down to check on the child, it nestles its face into him. Jonggun’s fingers twitch involuntarily as the cries continue. What on Earth is the issue-?

Sniff

Oh.

Softly sighing, Gun reaches out to grab a clean diaper from inside a cabinet, his hands working quickly and efficiently to clean up his baby’s mess. The cries gradually fade, allowing steady, deep breaths from both you and the little one to fill the room. After gently placing the child down in its cot, Jonggun turns around to join you in bed again. Before he can walk off, however, small fingers wrap around his one large index. Gun freezes and looks down at the unexpected contact, his usual stern expression suddenly faltering. The uninvited fluttering feeling in his chest stirs, and the man stands rooted in place for a good few minutes. Reluctantly, and with another grunt, he sits on the ground next to the crib, resting his head on its wooden frame.

As sleep envelops him, Jonggun considers being the different Shingen this time.

[noisytenant]

i might throw a compilation of soundcloud trax etc onto bandcamp for friday but idk if it should be a curated selection or just everything ive ever done... maybe split it into two but idk

[violetarks]

"i like you, i like you, i like you!"

show: alien stage

characters: till, ivan, luka

summary: in an attempt to make the new season of alien stage even more riveting, the pr team has decided to stage a relationship between you and one of the other contestants. despite it all being for show, can you two really keep it strictly business?

warnings: g/n! reader,, fake dating lmao, till has never seen someone else's back before, LUKA IS 30-YEARS-OLD????, you two share a room in till and ivan's, luka is condescending in his

↣ till

flashing lights from cameras and yells to 'look over here' are tiring to you now. while you were accustomed to it, being a model and all, you found this limelight to be much different. 'alien stage' wasn't like your job. and your guardian seemed far less hesitant to sign away your life than you would've hoped.

you hooked your arm around till's, standing in front of the back drop with 'alien stage' written in patterns on it. your 'boyfriend' was never one for this kind of thing, whereas it was your specialty. putting on a gentle smile and standing still for the audience was all you were made out to be. till couldn't help but squirm beside you, hands in his pockets and his face scrunched up in irritation.

"this freakin' sucks." he grumbles to you as more yells go out to you two and the other contestants.

"we'll be back in our rooms in a few minutes." you retort, not sparing at look at him. you only slide your arm to rest against his hip, pulling him taut against your side.

he squeaks, feeling his face heat up at the touch. but at the empty look in your eyes and the faux smile, he groans, placing his own arm around your shoulders lazily.

a reporter begs you forward, and one of the pr managers nods at you. you sigh softly, leading till towards them. they speak in a different tongue, and the tablet they provide give you real-time translations, showing up in holograms. a camera is shoved into your face and till scoffs, pushing it further from him.

"how long have you two been together for?"

"four months." you respond, brain reading off a script. you look to till, who suddenly looks back at you. your smile is superficial, but you hold his arm with urgency. "isn't that right?"

"yeah." he replies shortly.

"how have you been encouraging each other for this season?"

"we practice every day together." you say, tilting your head a little. your signature smile earns some more camera flashes. till can barely see, making his cover his vision with a hiss.

"any fear that you two might be facing each other?"

you freeze up for a moment, swallowing your nerves. you're running through every line possible, what was the answer? did you remember what you needed to say? why were you now drawing a blank? "well, thats—"

till drags you by your arm, taking you way from the reporter before scoffing out, "not a chance."

the walk down the carpet, behind mizu, sua and ivan, consisted of more flashes and calls. you don't answer them, only walking beside till and grinning at every reporter you see. this brand deal with some few names depended on you. meanwhile, till was showing them all his index finger, mouthing curse words at everyone who looked his way.

you have your arm around his waist again, and he wraps his around your shoulder. you look to him for a split second to see him already looking at you.

the doors close behind you two as you enter your shared room. two beds, two bathrooms, pretty much two different bedrooms, just meshed into one. till's one is to the left, and he flops onto it, not even bothering to rid himself of his clothes. you, on the other hand, open your closet.

"thanks." you say, breaking the silence as you unbutton your top.

till lifts his head to see you facing your closet instead of him. the sight of your bare back makes his face the ceiling again, red face. you don't notice, instead continuing to change into comfortable clothes.

"it's nothin'." he retorts, hands behind his head as he rests on his bed. you let out a hum, pulling a shirt over your head to cover your stomach. he finally looks back to you. "you don't get tired of all these questions, or do you just like hearing your own voice?"

he's been like this ever since you were little, teasing you and all. while you entertained him, teasing him back, you grew older and soon lost that part of you when you were adopted into the real world. till would rarely see you after that, only on billboards. it would be a lie to say that one of the few reasons he didn't oppose to joining alien stage is to see you again.

he doesn't know whether you feel the same about him. he can't tell from the way you act with him in public, all clingy and happy, compared to how you are in private. have you always been this distant?

"of course i get tired." you reply, changing into your sweatpants. your head hurts. "but they think it's better if i talk than if you do."

"tch." he clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes as you close your closet door, "whatever..."

you go quiet again, rubbing your face, as you hear till get up from his bed. you continue to get ready for bed and you assume he's going to change his clothes and do the same as he ruffles through his closet. but after a few seconds you come back into the room, he's laying on your bed, resting his head upon your pillow. you look to him as you turn off the bathroom light.

"what? 's cold." he's wearing a tank top and sleeping shorts.

"right." you scoff, shaking your head. you blink at him, slight smile on your lips with upturned brows. he furrows his own brows and pout his lips as he turns to the wall. your stupid face...

you turn off the lights to your shared room, sliding into the bed. you can hear till's breathing and how he swallows his nerves. his back is nearly touching your shoulder. it wasn't a small bed, a queen size, but till was laying right in the middle and you didn't like being right against the edge. you face the ceiling, listening to him.

he doesn't know what to do. he's slept in your bed with you before. it always feels the same; it's always awkward. this is the closest he ever gets to you.

till is more than surprised when he feels your hands snake around his waist, pulling yourself to mold against him. your warm transfers to his back and your legs nudge against his. with your head against his shoulder, he's sure that you can hear his pacing heart.

"are you still cold?" you question, breath hitting the back of his neck. he shivers in your arms, making you hold him a little more taut against him. "i, uh... i don't want you to get sick."

"n—no." he stammers, breathing heavier. he's staring into the faded outline of the bedside table with your lamp and your headphones, trying to calm his heart. "thank you. you feel nice."

"really?" you hum out, hair tickling his neck. your lips brush against his skin at how close you are to him.

he shivers again and he mutters out, "sh—shut up! go to sleep!"

you go quiet after that, and till almost believes you listened to him. but your sudden movement to sit up behind him makes him turn his head to face you. except he catches the outline of your face, leaning close to his own. he has no time to react before you're pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.

he's still, unable to move at how close you are to him. your chest is pressed against his, hand on the other side of the bed. till holds his breath, eyes wide as you barely kiss him.

when you pull away, he's staring at your figure. he doesn't know how you really feel, but maybe it's similar to how he does. before you can say anything, till's arms are wrapping around your neck and pulling you down.

you lay on your side, facing till and he hugs you to his chest. he's on his side as well, nose buried in your hair as he squeezes his eyes shut. due to your position, you can hear his heartbeat pumping as fast as it can. you chuckle, pulling your arms around him and feeling him shiver.

you chuckle, hugging him again, "goodnight, till."

"night, y/n." he sighs out. you were too much.

↣ ivan

"another photoshoot?" you sigh, looking away from the city-scape in your window. ivan, with his arms crossed against the wall, nods his head. you roll your eyes, eyes to the window again. "i'm not going."

"there's no debate." he retorts, shaking his head. he lifts himself from his position, moving to the clothes set on your separate beds. unzipping the bag, he sees the dark red material inside. this was just for the public view, not for the shoot itself. still, it was so... 'out there'.

you look at him, knit brows. "are you being serious?"

"you better hurry, we have to be at makeup in thirty minutes." he tells you, unbuttoning his collared shirt, "you don't want them to drag you out, do you?"

you click your tongue, getting up from your chair and marching towards your bed. ivan followed your movements with his eyes, turning to see you still annoyed as you roughly open the clothes. "stupid brand deals... why are you so freakin' popular, ivan?"

he sighs at your question, looking at you with pointed eyes, "you always complain."

you glare back at him before you both turn around and start changing. it's not long before you're ready and you have to be escorted by the guards to your photoshoot with some new designer brand. the ride down in the glass elevator shows you the crowd outside waiting for your arrival. the guards in front of you shield you from the flashes as soon as you land on your floor and walk outside.

ivan holds his head up high, showing a soft smile and waves at the fans and paparazzi. he wasn't afraid of the fame, it was just a product of how hard work. glancing down at you, he sees how you glare at the floor, clutching at the fabric around your wrist.

he internally groans, slipping a hand through yours and tugging you to stand closer to him. you make a small noise, bumping shoulders with him. "just relax." he whispers to you, giving you a smile that makes you feel a bit belittled, "we'll be in our ride soon. smile."

you glare at him a little before squeezing his hand, turning to the cameras and giving your most comfortable smile possible right now. with both you and ivan showing off your faces, the flashes doubled. it blinds you, and you're almost thankful for the car taking you to your photoshoot as it separates you from the public.

"ugh." you grunt, rubbing your eyes after dropping ivan's hand, "i'm gonna' lose my sight. i'm... i'm actually crying from how bright their lights are."

he glances at you, leaning his arm against the window. you were literally tearing up from the bright lights. ivan raises a brow before reaching forward towards you with his free hand.

"you're fine, stop whining." he huffs, brushing your tears with his thumb. he begs you to look at him, fingers guiding your chin to face him. you drop your own hands from your face, showing your irritated face. "don't look at me like that."

"i'm not doing anything." you claim with the same expression, letting him hold your face in his hand now. he was somewhat warm, even with the gloves he was wearing.

"right." he hums to you, bringing you closer. you let out a scoff as you shift closer to him, one hand grasping at his wrist and the other pressed against the cushion of the seat. your loose hold on him doesn’t do much.

ivan can feel your cheeks heat up under his touch, but your annoyed look stays. “don’t ruin your pretty face like that.”

you blink at him before pulling away, clicking your tongue, “shut your mouth.”

he watches as you face the window, crossed arms. it was cute how you played this act no matter what. ivan knows when people like him, it’s a skill he had acquired from being so popular. and he knows that you don’t hate him.

when getting into the photoshoot, ivan walks in front of you, having been here a thousand times before. the other individuals of all different space races stop to stare at you. ivan’s partner. you’ve never had a photoshoot done before.

you hold into the edge of ivan’s sleeve, walking close with him. you look around at everyone, accidentally bumping into ivan’s back for the lack of attention you were paying. he’s talking to who is probably the director, explaining to him what was going to happen. you understand very little, but you hear your name and suddenly feel another hand on your elbow.

“ivan.” you mutter out, now clutching onto his hand tightly. he looks back to you and the stylist asking you to come along. you look scared, not wanting to go alone.

he talks to the director for a moment before nodding at you. “let’s go. we have an hour before the shoot begins.” he says, holding your hand gently and leading you to the change rooms.

you are given your outfit not long after, the stylist setting up a divider so you can have privacy. ivan sits on the sofa on the other side, leg over his knee and an arm resting on the back of the couch as he waits for you.

when he hears you stop shuffling around, he listens closely. “ivan…?” you call quietly.

“i’m here.” he retorts. he watches as you step out from the divider and show your outfit. it fit you nicely, you looked breath-taking, yet you stand there nervously. he stands, clearing his throat and walking over to you. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. he finds himself staring. “it looks good.”

you look at yourself in the mirror. “i don’t know.”

he stands behind you, peering at your expression in the mirror. “you look amazing.”

you stare at him for a moment before you sigh, “okay. you can go ahead—“

ivan presses a kiss to your cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling away slowly. he doesn't know what came over him, he's never acted out like this. but you were just so captivating in that moment, how could he not kiss you?

you seem just surprised as he feels. you turn to face him, palm resting against where he kissed you.

“ivan—!” you mumble out, your face unbearably hot. he smiles a little before the stylist and makeup artist come in.

they talk with ivan for a moment before handing him his outfit and gesturing to the divider. he gives you a nod before you are whisked away to a joint room, where your makeup would be done.

your eyes never leave ivan, not until he goes behind the divider. and now you have to sit and get your makeup done while your mind is running.

↣ luka

he loves the attention he got on stage. the way his singing was appreciated was like nothing he had ever gotten. the press was always on luka, being a past alien stage winner. and since you were assigned as his partner, that meant all eyes were on you too.

you knew who he was, he was all over the billboards and the tv back at home. you were surprised when you saw him in real life, and even more-so when you found out that you were going to be his 'partner' in order to up the popularity in alien stage's new season.

sure, you had your fair share of popularity as well, but did that really make you the best candidate for this task? at first you were afraid of messing it up, but now? you wish they would fire you.

"singing is everything, y/n." luka says to you, watching as you put the mic back on its stand.

the stadium is nearly empty, which is perfect for you and luka as it was time for the both of you to practice and the stage was the best place. however, you despised the camera crew that had to come along. luka was in the middle of filming this documentary based off the behind the scenes of his shows. since alien stage was his most recent, and you happened to have struck a deal with the producers, that meant you were also going to be in this.

you glance at the camera as it zooms in on luka, sitting in the chair directly in front of the stage. he continues on, "you need to practice those runs, sweet thing. we don't want to be pitchy, now, do we?"

you want to throw the mic stand at his stupid face. he was so condescending, showing off his fake smile as if to lighten the blow of saying you were 'pitchy'. you click your tongue, masking your irritation with a nod of your head.

"good." he replies, clapping his hand, "now, shall we take it from the top?"

you internally groan at him. he had made you run through the song three times already, and it wasn't dwelling well on you. "why don't you start practicing, luka? my voice is about to give out." you offer, rubbing your throat.

he thinks for a moment before looking to the camera. "i suppose i can show off a little now." he sends a wink, as if to swoon anyone watching. you roll your eyes and head off the stage.

the camera pans to the both of you in the single frame. luka hands you your drink bottle, standing from the seat and allowing you to rest on it. as you sit down, you stretch your neck, closing your eyes.

luka reaches a hand around and cradles the back of your head. it's supposed to be comforting, but the feeling of the camera on you makes it the opposite. he has this dazed look in his eyes when he stares at you. a few seconds later, he seems to snap back to reality, opting to lean down and press a kiss to your forehead. "rest up, my star."

you watch as he gets up on the stage, fixing the microphone to his height. luka begins his warm-ups and vocal runs, and the camera suddenly turns to you.

"what do you have to say about luka's singing?" the director asks you.

"he's talented for sure." you respond, opening your drink bottle, "he knows what he's good at and excels at it. luka's got a beautiful singing voice and he uses it very well. like his falsetto, not many male contestants can hit his notes comfortably. he uses that to his advantage."

the camera lingers on you as you turn back to luka, who has started his music up.

it was all from a script, luka had given you clear instructions to say those things. you were hesitant at first, thinking you should be honest, but after seeing how strict it was that luka have a good reputation, you decided it was best just to listen to him. in return, he said he would hold back on the passive-aggressiveness. that seemed like a lie now.

an hour or so later, the others leave, claiming that they had more than enough footage for the day. it was good to leave you two alone to practice, not having to act with the cameras up.

you sit on the edge of the stage, utterly exhausted with your legs dangling on the edge. your drink bottle is beside you, and you gulp the rest of it down. luka stretches his back as he stands up from the chair, letting out a sigh of relief.

"well done, maybe you have a chance of winning this." he claims, walking towards you, "don't worry, just do your best, lovely."

he comes to stand in between your legs, hands on top of both of your knees. you glance at him finally, raising a brow. he was being somewhat nice to you, despite there being no cameras on around you. you give one last look around the stadium. "y'know there's no cameras. you can drop it."

luka grins, tilting his head. "i'm not acting, good-looking. you don't think i'm telling the truth?"

the smile he has on his face tells you the opposite. he has that look on his face when he's playing around or when he's trying to seem like a charmer to the audience. you've seen luka when he's not like this. you've seen him lash out, frustrated and on the brink of tears. and you've seem him in a way that just looks blank. this facade he carries around annoys you to the core, because you know nobody else has seen this side of him. they think he's a prince.

"you never compliment me out of the good of your heart." you reply, glaring at him a little. he raises a brow.

he holds your chin in his hand, bringing you closer to him. with a small grunt, you obey, furrowed brows. "such an adorable thing like you shouldn't be thinking that way." he claims, smiling at how annoyed you are, "i just love seeing you flustered."

you push his hand away from you, closing your eyes. "shut up, luka."

he doesn't reply to you which is odd. opening your eyes again, you see that he looks almost upset at what you say. at the kicked puppy expression, you go to apologise when luka suddenly leans forward, capturing your lips against his own.

you freeze up, blinking in surprise at his actions. you let his hand go and luka rests it against your neck, pulling you closer towards him. you ultimately melt against luka, reaching a hand to his chest and clutching his shirt. you begin to kiss back without thinking. his lips are cold, much like his fingers are, but with your warmth they heat up.

it lasts only a few seconds before he pulls away, letting go of your neck and resting his hand against yours on his chest. he sees your stunned expression and chuckles, "i'm sorry, love, am i too much for you to handle? you look the cutest when you're all confused like this."

you cover your face, all about embarrassed now. "luka...!"

he laughs some more, bringing you closer and cradling you against him as you sit on the stage. you're so humiliated, how could he catch you like that?

regardless, you slip your hands from between the two of you and hug his waist. while luka might play this game for the publicity and his reputation, you couldn't say the same. you hate to admit it, but in this world, it's nice to have someone who holds you like this. even if it is someone like luka.

[kogetaikid]

Trapped………….in………………….Kodaskillur…………………………..

I love index cards

[hotwritergf]

Boyfriend!Eddie finds your porn history. Eddie Munson x female reader. Smut. Blurb🍆

Word count- 1.2k

🍆 “Hey baby.. umm I don’t wanna embarrass you..”Eddie was sprawled across the couch, his limbs representing an octopus whilst his curls fell down the arm of the couch. You had let him borrow your laptop, Dustin had split soda over Eddie’s during their latest dnd campaign. He smiles as he notices your wall-paper is a picture of the pair of you, that trip to the forest was one of your favourites.

“Huh?” You spoke, confusion filling the air. You were easily embarrassed so just the thought of being embarrassed made your face flush. “It’s just, I lost my page I was working on so- so I went on the history page to find it again. But I didn’t just find my campaign document, I saw your umm history. Baby I, I don’t want you to be embarrassed I mean we all do it right?” Your face burns under his words, you know exactly what he’s stumbled across.

“Seriously doll, your choices here.. My innocent little girl, isn’t so innocent huh?”He smirks, eyes gazing over your flushed face. You feel stuck to the floor, like any moment now the ground is going to open up and swallow you whole. “Eddie-“ You finally manage to muster up the courage to speak, your words causing your stomach to churn in shyness. “It’s okay. It’s all okay princess. I’m impressed, I mean let’s see here. ‘Blonde babe worships her step-father’s sweaty balls’ Well that’s filthy isn’t it? ‘Anal training’ Oh? You want me to take that other little hole for a test drive? ‘Double penetration mmf threesome.’ Sweet girl I had no idea you could be so kinky! Look at this here. ‘Submissive girl has play time with Daddy.’ Is that me? I’m your daddy?” He teases, his smirk practically audible in his voice as he teases. Your embarrassed self can’t handle much more. He was never meant to see this, these searches they were just late night curiosity. Late night self pleasure when Eddie couldn’t be there with you.

You nod, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Your hands need to be doing something as the anxiety reaches your throat. You swallow it down and gulp in nervousness as Eddie walks towards you. He takes his hand and caresses your face softly. His touch both exhilarating and comforting under the current circumstances. “You weren’t meant to see that.” You swallow the saliva collected in your mouth. “It’s just… porn. For when you’re not here and I- well you know the rest.” You speak so quietly that you could hear a pin drop in the room, the atmosphere was tense but he couldn’t seem more relaxed. Eddie’s smile beams, under the knowledge they were really your searches and you didn’t try and lie your way out of it.

“And are those the sorts of desires my princess has been having on those oh-so-lonely nights where she’s banished to stay in her castle?” He speaks in his dungeon master voice, running his index finger down your throat, smirking as he watches your throat gulp and the goosebumps appearing down your neck and arms. Your feet feel superglued to the floor, stuck in confrontation you can do nothing but stare at the carpet, looking your boyfriend in the eye seems alien in this moment.

“Yes. But don’t think you have to indulge me! If you’re not comfortable we never have to do any of that. I’ll never force you Eds.” You babble, worrying about every word in your speech sounding patronising or rude. You look up to him, doe-eyed with a hint of regret. He smiles, holding the back of your head softly. Cupping your chin with his finger he raises your head to meet him at eye level.

“Oh darling girl. How naive. I would move the heavens and earth for you. You’re asking me to fill both of your holes, let you call me daddy and worship my balls while they’re sweaty? It’s filthy. It’s a little taboo. Perverse maybe. Letting my girl worship me and being able to spoil both of her holes with pleasure? It’s a mere inconvenience, I mean you’re really gonna have to pay me back for this sweetheart you know.” Eddie jokes, speaking in his dungeon master voice again. Knowing that voice always flusters you, as if you needed to be any more flustered.

Staring at the floor, “So you’re okay with it?” You ask earnestly. “More than okay. In fact, come to think of it.. I haven’t showered yet today. Definitely haven’t shaved my balls in ummmm ever? How about you take that pretty face of yours down there and make your daddy feel good?” You needed no further encouragement, you’d already been hiding your arousal from the embarrassment of being found out about your kinks, humiliation being another one.

You unbuckled and shimmied off Eddie’s jeans, palming him through his boxers as he grunts your name and several curse words. He was hard as a rock already, and a small wet patch over his boxers where he’d begun to leak a bead of pre-cum. Instincts took after and you licked up the wet stripe of his underwear, vaguely tasting his salty fluid. With your face so close to his underwear clad genitals, you couldn’t help but breathe in his scent. The odour of sweat and pre-cum mixed together was your perfect aphrodisiac. Nestling your face into his hard on, you inhale all you can of him. Eddie slides off his boxers and takes his cock into his hand, jerking it slowly whilst looking down at you. You look up with ‘fuck me’ eyes and a cheeky smile, removing his hand from his length.

You lean upwards, placing your nose under his cock. His pubes tickle your nose as you lick circles over his fuzzy balls, swallowing the loose hairs that collect on your tongue. “Dirty fucking girl aren’t you? So gross.” Eddie mutters through his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. You smirk, all innocence leaving your body. You steady your hand on the tip of his cock as it begins to leak again, taking one of his balls into your mouth and suckling as if it was a pacifier. You speak as best as you can whilst sucking onto him. The noises you make aren’t translate-able, they’re more-so moans and groans. “Don’t speak with your mouthful angel.” Eddie coos, taking your hair into a ponytail and holding it behind your head. He forces his ball out of your mouth and guides your mouth onto his cock. “M’so close.” He grunts as he fucks your mouth, pulling you backwards and forwards onto his dick so far down your throat that you’re gagging. You slurp up the salvia that begins to dangle from his length. He comes undone in your mouth, emptying the fuzzing balls that were once in your mouth and you taste the liquid that you’ve had a hunger for. A rope of cum hangs from your lip and he wipes it up with his finger, before helping you swallow the last drop from sucking it up off of his finger.

“Thank you daddy.” You look up at Eddie with a shit-eating grin like butter wouldn’t melt. “My good little girl.” He responds, you mentally thank yourself for never clearing your search history. 🍆

[megalony]

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This is a new Emperor Geta imagine which can be read as a prequel to Maimed My Wife. Thankyou anon for requesting this.

I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Summary: Despite traditions and advice from the Senates, Geta can't just sit and wait while his wife is in peril in labour. So he goes to sit with her through the ordeal.

Enjoy.

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"What are you doing?" Geta's tone was an octave deeper than usual, laced with sleep and a hard gritty edge that gave away he had been soundly sleeping just a few minutes ago.

He nudged his head back on the pillow and tiredly peeled an eye open to look up at (Y/n), considering he was laid down and she was sitting up. He noticed that she was propped up in a mountain of pillows in a vain attempt to make herself comfy, but he wasn't sure why she was even awake.

He tried his best to open his eyes properly and look up at his wife.

He wasn't sure what time it was, but he judged from the dreary look in (Y/n)'s eyes and the tiredness written across her face that it was late. The only source of light in their room was the faint glow of the candle resting on the table beside the bed.

As his eyes adjusted to the faint glow in the room, Geta focused on (Y/n) as he slowly pushed himself up so he was sitting beside her.

She was reading a book.

(Y/n) paused, hovering her index finger over the line she had been reading so she didn't lose her place as she looked sheepishly across at her husband.

She could feel an apologetic smile pulling on her lips as she tilted the book down so it was resting on her thighs. It hadn't been (Y/n)'s intention to wake Geta up. She thought reading another chapter might tire her out enough for her to be able to get to sleep, but clearly it wasn't working the way she intended.

Her eyes followed Geta as he found the soft grey feather she always used as a bookmark for whatever novel she had picked up. Geta himself was never one for reading, but he was more than happy for (Y/n) to read passages of her books to him or poems she enjoyed. He found it rather soothing, but it was probably just her voice that enraptured him more than the stories themselves.

He slotted the feather into place so (Y/n) could place the book down on the table now that Geta was awake with her.

"Why are you reading so late?" He whispered while his hand delicately came up to rest beneath her chin, tilting her head in his direction so he could capture her lips in a kiss.

"Couldn't sleep." The words were uttered against Geta's mouth as he practically inhaled each breath (Y/n) tried to take.

She leaned her cheek into his hand and when their lips parted, (Y/n) tilted forward so she could lean against his shoulder.

"You should be resting." Geta curved his right arm around her lower waist and pressed a tired kiss against her temple. But he couldn't refrain from sliding his other hand across to rest on her stomach. It was late at night and the healers had said that (Y/n) would be set to have the baby in the next week or two. This was when (Y/n) was supposed to be resting and sleeping and not doing anything too strenuous.

She wasn't supposed to be sitting up through the night reading and draining herself like this.

Geta continued to brush his fingers over her bump and every now and then he scrunched up the fabric of her gown like he was tempted to rip the material so there was nothing separating him from her stomach.

His lips attached to the top of her head and he breathed in her scent for a few moments as he tried to gather his tired, wandering thoughts. But even as he glanced down at (Y/n), Geta could tell that she was tired. He didn't want to say that to her, it wouldn't be the kindest thing to say to the woman having his child. But she did look tired and it was late into the night.

"The baby won't settle and I can't sleep."

She wanted to. (Y/n) was desperate to lie down and go to sleep, but her back was twinging every few seconds and it didn't get any better when she tried to lie down. Then when she had laid down earlier, the baby kicked up a storm and started wriggling around, making it impossible for (Y/n) to manage any sleep. She thought she may as well try and entertain herself by reading if sleep was going to evade her.

"Well we can't have that, can we?" He murmured into her hair before he moved to lie back down again, his arms still around (Y/n) so she took the hint and laid down with him.

He helped her burrow into the nest of pillows that had slowly started to accumilate on the bed over the last few weeks. Some (Y/n) had requested and others the maids had simply brought and placed on the bed as they thought it might help and make (Y/n) feel better and have more comfort.

Lying on her back didn't help, if anything it added to the pressure and increased the pain so (Y/n) tried to turn and lay on her side. She wriggled and shifted around with her back to Geta and one of the pillows pulled down so she could burrow her face into the soft feathers and silk.

Geta smiled to himself, staying still while (Y/n) shifted every which way to try and get herself comfy. Once she seemed settled, he draped his left arm over her waist with his fingers brushing and drawing patterns over her bump.

He could feel her knees pulling up against her stomach and she shimmied around a few more times, clearly trying to lay in a position that didn't make her back twinge or disturb the baby. He attached his lips to her neck while his fingers danced across her lower abdomen, drawing aimless patterns and nonsense words to try and calm both her and the baby.

He had loved seeing (Y/n)'s shape change over the last few months and feeling their baby move and show how strong they were was like a dream.

Geta felt a sense of pride at the fact that it hadn't taken them long at all to conceive a baby, and this was their first. He knew his own mother had struggled to have a living child, although she succeeded in the end by having twin boys, and surviving the ordeal. But he and (Y/n) were lucky.

Her health hadn't declined at all, if anything (Y/n) was growing stronger each day and their baby was clearly strong and brave. He was hoping that this was a sign, that everything going well meant that when (Y/n) went into childbirth, everything would go smoothly and she and the baby would be fine afterwards.

It was no secret that Geta had been worrying as much as he was celebrating about this baby. He didn't like things going too well because he felt like the Gods were testing him and they would send tragedy down to him when things were going too well.

But as they laid there with his hand on her stomach and his face burrowed into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck, he allowed himself to smile into her skin. He banished the paranoia and panic he felt and tried to bask in the happiness that he was feeling right now.

(Y/n) was sure she heard him muttering something about going to sleep and settling the baby, but she was too exhausted to focus on making out his words. She let herself bask int he feeling of his teeth grazing her neck and his hand gliding all across her stomach.

The memory of the previous night hung at the forefront of (Y/n)'s mind as she slowly sat up in bed.

She could still hear Geta's voice from this morning when he told her to stay in bed and rest. (Y/n) had been close to disagreeing with him but she had been tired enough that all Geta had to do was kiss her temple and nudge her back down on the bed and she complied. She heard him telling the maids to disappear, to leave (Y/n) to rest and that was all she heard before her mind switched off and let her go back to sleep.

But now that she was awake, (Y/n) didn't feel very well. Last night it had been her back and the baby constantly moving that made her feel uneasy and broken. But the very brief twinges (Y/n) had felt last night were now uncomfortable and strenuous.

She had been prepared for this. Her mother and the maids had prepared her for what would happen when she was with child but things had been so much easier than they made it seem. And (Y/n) knew that was because of Geta. No one had expected him to be so doting and worried.

They thought Geta would become distant, that he wouldn't be around (Y/n) as much when she was pregnant. The Senates expected him to retreat and find concubines. The healers expected him to have separate lodgings from (Y/n) while she was pregnant. And no one expected him to be attached to her hip and become fiercely protective over her the way he was.

(Y/n) moved her hand to cradle her temple that was beginning to throb and ache like someone was chipping away at her like she was a statue made of marble.

Her other hand pressed down into the mattress to keep herself sitting upright and to stop from falling back on the bed. If she laid down she might not be able to will herself to get back up again.

"Morning, my lady."

Her head turned to the left and she smiled when she saw Blaire timidly walking into the room. But once she realised the Emperor wasn't here, her demanour relaxed and she seemed to thaw out.

Blaire was one of the maids who served (Y/n) and she had become a friend, someone (Y/n) felt she could relax around and talk to without feeling self conscious or uneasy.

"Morning." (Y/n) did her best to hide the wince from her face when her temple throbbed worse and her stomach tightened.

She moved both hands to the edge of the bed and slowly stood to her feet. It was time to get up, it was well past time to get up when (Y/n) was used to waking with Geta and starting her day after dawn the same as him. Although (Y/n) wasn't sure she would be doing very much today with how awful she was feeling.

"Are you alright?" Blaire stood beside the bed, clearly waiting to be told what she should do in terms of helping (Y/n) dress or making the bed. (Y/n) was never one to let the maids help her dress, not until it started to become difficult with her intricate dresses now she was pregnant.

(Y/n) tried to nod, but she knew she wasn't very convincing and she wasn't sure where she was trying to move to. Whether she was aiming for the closet or the table to fetch a drink, she wasn't too sure.

But three steps away from the bed, a gasp tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips and both her hands moved down to clutch her stomach when it felt like a coil within her had snapped.

Both women looked down to see water trickling down (Y/n)'s legs and creating a puddle on the marbled floor.

A quiet "Oh," left (Y/n)'s lips as her head snapped up to look over at Blaire. So this was why she had been in discomfort last night and why she was feeling so strange and run down.

The baby was coming.

(Y/n) wasn't sure that she was ready for this. This was the moment she had been waiting for and dreading at the same time. If anything went wrong, (Y/n) could lose her baby or quite possibly her life. Things had been going far too smoothly up to now, it felt like a daunting sign that something was bound to go wrong at some point.

She didn't realise Blaire had moved until she felt the young maid holding her arm and lower back as she slowly started to walk (Y/n) back until her knees hit the bed and she sat back down.

"I'll fetch the midwife, my lady."

"T-tell Geta, please?"

Tears were already building up in (Y/n)'s eyes when she thought about her husband and the fact that he wouldn't be anywhere near (Y/n) until after this ordeal was over.

She wanted him to know, (Y/n) wanted Geta to know she was in labour from the very beginning so he could be nearby. He could wait and pray for this to go smoothly. But what (Y/n) wanted most was something that wasn't going to happen. She wanted to have Geta here with her. Having him holding her hand right now would be a great comfort and his presence would be calming to (Y/n).

As Blaire hurried from the room, (Y/n) tilted her head down and wiped her hand beneath her eyes to try in vain to wipe away her tears.

She would have to endure this ordeal on her own.

***

Tears streaked down (Y/n)'s face as she slumped her head back into the pillows that were mounted behind her. She could feel her body trembling like she was laid on blocks of ice but she felt like she was beginning to burn up.

Her hand tightened around Blaire's as the young maid knelt beside her on the bed. She was being encouraging and a good source of support, but she wasn't the person (Y/n) wanted next to her and they both knew it.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds, basking in the feeling of the damp cloth that Blaire dabbed at her neck and forehead with the ice cold water she had retrieved not long ago. She tried to scream but it came out rather defeated from the lack of energy and the searing pain.

"H-how much longer?" There was such a pleading tone to (Y/n)’s voice as she looked over at the midwife who pursed her lips.

"Not much longer, Empress."

Somehow (Y/n) didn't believe that. They had been here for hours already. The sun was lowering, getting ready to set behind the sand and darkness would soon envelope them. They had been here for hours, almost a whole day of agony and it didn't ever feel like it was going to be over.

(Y/n) had been prepared for this, but that didn't mean she found it easy to endure the pain. Her only relief was the knowledge that so far, no one seemed panicked. Nothing had gone wrong, the baby was still in the position and moving agonisingly slowly, but everything was going in the right direction. There was no need for intervention which had been a big worry for (Y/n).

When another budding pain coursed through her body and had her screaming out, (Y/n) tried to move. She didn't know what to do with herself but lying down like this wasn't helping.

Her hands flapped about and pressed down into the bed until Blaire helped ease her back up so she was sitting upright. She leaned away from the pillows and pushed forward until she was creased over and her knees were still bent out to the sides. She could barely feel her lower half anymore.

Sobs bubbled past her lips and tears drenched her face as she tried to stop herself from gasping and switch to panting like the midwife had coaxed her to do earlier.

"Would you like to use the birthing chair-"

"No. I want Geta!"

(Y/n) didn't care how feeble and broken she sounded, all she cared about was wanting her husband here beside her. Why wasn't he allowed to be with her? Why couldn't he be here to witness this? If this wasn't a man's place then the Gods wouldn't have made it so that a man was needed to create a child. If this wasn't Geta's place then the Senates shouldn't be so concerned about his offspring. Healers wouldn't be allowed to be in the room if this wasn't a man's place.

(Y/n) didn't want to be doing this alone. She wanted her husband by her side, she wanted his hand in hers and his calming presence beside her and his words hushed in her ear.

What if this didn't end well? What if something happened and (Y/n) passed away? She wanted Geta here in case she was to suffer or this was to be her last moments.

The healers and the midwife had tried to tell Geta that he and (Y/n) should have separate chambers now she was pregnant. They told him that abstaining from sleeping together while she was pregnant was safest for her and the baby and Geta told them that he could abstain without needing to move rooms. He loved his wife and he wasn't leaving her side for anything. So why was this any different?

"This is no place for a man, my lady. That would be most improper, and you are doing splendidly."

If (Y/n) weren't in so much agony she would have held her chin high and told the midwife that she was the Empress. She was of high authority in Rome and she shouldn't be chided like that. She would have told the midwife that she wanted her husband and so he should be brought to her.

But (Y/n) wasn't in the right frame of mind to try and hold herself high and mighty and she didn't have the power within her to argue when she knew it wouldn't do her any good. In this room her status as Empress was demoted and she was simply a woman giving birth. The midwife had taken charge and the power in the room was now hers.

Tilting her head to the left, (Y/n) meekly looked up at Blaire with sorrow in her eyes. "Where is he?" She whispered brokenly.

She has asked for Geta to be informed and (Y/n) knew he had. She knew that he and the Senates would have been informed because the Senates would now be waiting impatiently. They were setting their hopes on a boy. They wanted (Y/n) to produce an heir to truly secure Geta and Caracalla to the throne. A boy would mean they were safe and their line of succession was not to be worried about.

(Y/n) knew when Geta had announced her pregnancy to the Senates that he had snapped at them for 'praising' him for such a swift line of succession. They had only been married three months before (Y/n) became pregnant. Geta had told the Senates that (Y/n) was their Empress and they had no need to act as if giving an heir was her only duty. No one had commented after that.

"In the next room my lady, with the Senates. They asked him to wait down in the hall, but he wouldn't stray from you."

Those words brought a wave of comfort to (Y/n)'s aching, mortified heart that was close to shattering at the pain she was in.

Geta had been told to wait in the great hall or in the drawing room or even in Caracalla's chambers. He wasn't supposed to be so close while the labour was happening, but Geta wouldn't listen. He wasn't going to allow the Senates to drag him to the other side of the palace and be away from his wife.

What if (Y/n) took a turn for the worst? What if she needed him? What if the baby wasn't well when they were born?

Geta had to be as close as possible so he was the first one to hear any news and in case anything went wrong and he had to divert to prayers for the safe delivery of his wife through this ordeal.

He had been praying to Juno for the past eight months, making sure she knew how desperately he wanted her to keep watch over the Empress and give her safe passage through childbirth. Of course Geta had prayed for his child too, but (Y/n) was his priority. He could cope with the loss of a baby, but he couldn't cope with the loss of his heart and soul.

So Geta was in the adjoining room, the study, waiting for any news on his wife who he needed to be close to.

"He's here?" (Y/n) spoke more to herself than to Blaire whose hand she squeezed and pulled towards her chest when a particularly harsh contraction tore at her muscles.

The thought of Geta being so close by was comforting but it was also harming because he wasn't here. He wasn't with her right now when she wanted and needed him. Desperately.

"Ooh… Geta!" Tears streamed down her face as she screamed loudly and allowed her head to hang forward like her neck had broken.

"No more." The words seethed past Geta's lips and he pushed to his feet before anyone realised what was running through his mind.

He couldn't do this.

He couldn't sit out here with all of these men, these imbeciles, waiting for news that was clearly going to take a while. Geta hadn't been persuaded to leave the chamber and move to the hall. He hadn't been persuaded to talk state matters and affairs of conquering and of war. No one could get him to speak. He wanted to sit in silence until the ordeal was over and he could see his wife and baby.

But Geta couldn't sit here any longer. He couldn't listen to the sound of his wife's screams- all of which he had heard since the moment he walked into their chambers. He couldn't hear her sob or scream or writhe in agony. The sounds were muffled but they were distinct and he heard her scream his name. That was the last straw.

She was calling out for him and if Geta didn't heed her wishes and go to her, he would never forgive himself. He would listen to her cries each and every night for the rest of his life and chastise himself for not looking after her when he should have done.

Maybe Juno would spare (Y/n) and their child, maybe the Goddess would look after them if Geta did the same. If he went in there now and comforted (Y/n) and did whatever he could for her, then perhaps Juno would see that he was serious in his prayers and she would listen to him.

After all, Geta was Emperor, he was the closest to God in all of Rome so his prayers had to be listened to. They had to.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides and he pushed off the sofa, rounding the table as he stormed towards the double doors that led into the bed chamber. He needed to see his wife. He needed to help her and make sure she was alright. She wanted him.

"My Emperor, it's a woman's ordeal, your place is to wait with us for news." Whichever of the Senates reached for his arm clearly realised their grave error when Geta snapped his head to the left and his dark brown eyes burned into their very soul.

"It's my wife, my child, therefore when my wife calls for me, my place is by her side."

Were they all really going to stand there and try to tell him that being with his wife when she was in clear agony was not his place? Who's place was it then to calm her down? The maid? The midwife she barely knew? A healer whose presence would cause more alarm than calmness?

"It's not proper-"

"Do you think it is proper to vex me in this mood, Senator?" The blade strapped to Geta's waist was quickly unsheathed and he held the blade to the Senator's throat with a menacing gleam to his eyes.

He wouldn't stand here and be told how to do things and how improper he was being. If they were going to go against their Emperor then they had to be ready to have their throats slit at his mercy.

No one in the room seemed to know what to do or how to respond. They were beginning to realise that spending their time with the diseased Emperor might be safer for them than here with the enraged Emperor. If Caracalla was in one of his enlightened moods then they would find favour with him.

"All of you get out."

No one needed to be told twice. The Senates didn't want to argue the fact that they should be here by tradition. That it was their place to stay here and await news. They needed to be told whether the succession was a Prince or a Princess. But they could be told the news by a servant. Waiting here was vexing the Emperor and he was no stranger to cutting the throats of those who irritated him.

The moment another scream coursed through the air, Geta turned on his heels and sped towards the chamber doors.

He threw them open with haste, allowing them to resound loud clattering bangs throughout the room that caught everyone's attention. Once he was in the room, Geta hastily shut the doors behind him so no lingering Senate could catch sight of his wife while she was indisposed.

"I'm here, I'm here love."

A loud sob left (Y/n)'s lips when Geta stormed into the room like a whirlwind. Her bleary eyes followed him as Blaire quickly retreated towards the window to make room for the Emperor to take her place on the bed.

Geta sat down on the bed with his thigh touching (Y/n)'s and his right arm quickly bound around her back with his hand cupping the back of her neck. He leaned in to attach his lips to her temple that felt like he was kissing the sun and scorching his lips, but it didn't deter him at all. And he allowed (Y/n) to hastily grab his left hand and clench so tightly he thought his knuckles were going to pop through his skin.

(Y/n) felt like stars were dancing in front of her eyes when Geta sat down beside her. She didn't think he would hear her, or that the Senates would allow him to come in here. Part of her wasn't even sure he would stay with her to begin with. But the fact that he was here caused hundreds of tears to pour down her face which she tucked up against his neck as she leaned into him and openly cried.

She heard him murmur "I'm here," into her temple again while his thumb began to glide up and down the back of her neck rather forcefully, giving her something to focus on instead of the overwhelming agony she was in.

But Geta snapped his eyes down to the midwife who was leaning over the end of the bed. She was frowning at him. Her brows were furrowed deep, her lips were rolled so tightly he couldn't see them and her prominent chin was jutting out and pointing in his direction.

"Sir this is most unbecoming-"

"If you wish to keep that tongue where the Gods intended then you will take care of my wife in my presence."

That was enough to stop the midwife from saying anything else. She did indeed want to keep her tongue and she had the prestige honour of delivering the Prince or Princess. She didn't want to ruin this honour by upsetting the Emperor.

"Another push now."

(Y/n) did as asked, pressing her chin into her chest as she snapped her eyes closed, trying to ignore the pain that was consuming her, but it didn’t work very well. She wanted this to be over, she wanted their baby to be delivered right now so everything could stop and she could find some sense of peace.

(Y/n) jolted at the sudden feeling of the cold washcloth pressing against her thighs but the cold temperature against her skin did feel soothing.

"Blaire, another sheet." The midwife ordered with a certain tone to her voice that Geta couldn’t quite decipher. He narrowed his eyes, leaning over to look at her but his breath got caught in his throat as he realised why she was asking for another sheet. The one beneath (Y/n)’s legs was stained with blood.

The midwife couldn't seem to look at Geta for long before she looked away, scrunching up the sheet and dumping it on the floor with a few used towels. She and Blaire made quick work of placing the new sheet on the bed beneath (Y/n)’s lower half. Geta didn’t know if there was meant to be blood or not, he wasn't equipped or taught in the ways of childbirth, but he suspected that was more blood than the midwife would have liked.

Although he was relieved that when he looked down again, this second sheet didn't seem to be soaked or drenched with blood which meant whatever was happening wasn't dire. The midwife still had things under control, she didn't need to resort to the healer who was waiting in the corner of the room in case anything went wrong and his services were needed.

"Push again Empress, the head’s almost born."

(Y/n) both moaned and screamed at the torture that was tearing through her muscles. Letting out a sharp breath, (Y/n) closed her eyes as she buried her face into Geta's neck, feeling him muttering praise against the top of her head.

(Y/n) started to push again on the next contraction like she was advised but she felt like she was becoming lightheaded. Geta kept his hand entwined with hers and his other hand began to stroke up and down her arm rather than her neck.

With her head tucked beneath his chin against his chest, it allowed Geta to attach his lips to the top of her head. He kept tight hold over her, hushing and murmuring into her hair as he let (Y/n) hold his hand to the point of breaking bones. He didn't care as long as it helped.

His presence beside her was clearly calming because she was no longer sobbing and he was calm too. He wasn't sat fretting, worrying about (Y/n) succumbing to death or becoming ill or deteriorating. Actually watching her like this meant Geta knew her screams were part of the process, not indicating a problem.

He wondered how other people could leave their wives to go through this ordeal alone. How could they be so selfish? With his own father Geta could understand; his father was a cruel man who didn't care for anyone but himself and his greed. His mother had been better off alone with her maids than with her husband.

But this was different. What (Y/n) and Geta had was special, their love was unlike any other and Geta was glad to be here with her. Any other children they had, Geta would be by (Y/n)'s side through it all.

"Almost there now, my love." Geta prayed that the long wait and the hinting signs of good fortune had not been deceiving the couple. He prayed that all would go well now.

"Please, Almighty God m-make it end now." (Y/n) pushed her words through gritted teeth as her free hand crossed over her chest until she could clutch her hand around Geta's arm. She tucked herself into his side and screamed as she tensed up and pushed like her life depended on it.

It felt like she had broken apart. A horrible ringing sounded in her ears, overcoming any other sound in the room. Her body was floating and shaking and tingling all at once. Her vision turned to black and white dots until (Y/n) had to close her eyes to stop herself from groaning and being sick.

"All done, Empress. You've done it."

Geta couldn't help the sigh of relief that left his lips as he pressed a flurry of kisses against (Y/n)'s temple. And he began gliding his fingers up and down her arm, drawing patterns and circles over her flushed skin until she seemed to come back to her senses again.

"There you are, my love." He hushed, pressing a chaste kiss to her ruby red, chapped lips before his eyes moved to the midwife.

He could feel (Y/n)’s hands slowly grasping his arms tightly that were coiled around her frame as her blurring vision fought to find the midwife holding her baby.

An overwhelming sense of dread crept through (Y/n)'s system the longer they waited for the midwife to speak.

Had she produced an heir to the throne? Had she had a son, or was she granted a daughter? Was their baby okay, were they living?

(Y/n) knew the Senates had been counting on her having a son. She knew that if she had a daughter, the Senates might see this as a betrayal. They would say that (Y/n)'s body had failed Geta, that she couldn't be a true Empress until she gave him a son and if she didn't they might just conspire against her. (Y/n) hoped Geta wouldn't see things that way.

She knew he wanted a son to follow the succession. It also meant that if Caracalla had any legitimate children, Geta's child would succeed first because they were first-born. Although it was highly unlikely that Caracalla would have any heirs of his own that were legitimate. But still, an heir to the throne was something that was Geta's and his alone. He wouldn't have to share this victory with his brother like he had to share everything else- apart from his wife.

"Come along little one… let’s have a cry out of you." The midwife’s words were rushed and out of breath.

She was stood at the end of the grand four-poster bed, her arms trembling with the child she knew needed to be alive for the sake of everyone in the room. Everyone in all of Rome, in fact.

"Geta…" (Y/n) could feel bile rising in the back of her throat and her body slowly tried to lean forward but Geta's strong hold wouldn’t let her. He knew if this went downhill then he would have to pin (Y/n) down to prevent her from gaining an injury and from tackling the midwife to get to their baby.

But as tears filled (Y/n)’s eyes and she felt Geta's chest tensing beside her, the sound of a startled but very strong cry shocked the room.

"A girl, Emperor."

Something strange flooded through (Y/n)'s system upon hearing those words and the disappointed tone in the midwife's voice. It felt like her body was changing, turning numb as she sank back into Geta's side.

That was the tone of voice that (Y/n) was expecting the Senates to use if they found out she'd produced a daughter, not a son. But she didn't expect it from the midwife.

It made her heart clench and stutter in her chest about the kind of response she was going to receive from Geta.

Most people, when they heard about the pregnancy, simply assumed and hoped that it would be a boy. Once or twice Geta had referred to the baby as 'the prince'. But most of the time he simply talked about their baby and having an heir, he never specified, but he didn't need to.

He needed a son to secure the succession. Having a girl wouldn't help the succession but a girl did mean marrying into other royal lines and gaining allegiances through marriage.

(Y/n) felt like her heart was beating for everyone in the room with how frantic and hard her organ was overworking itself. Her chest heaved as she tried to gain her breath back while she tilted her head back and looked up at Geta, desperate to gauge his reaction and see whether he was okay or if he was disappointed in her. She hated to disappoint him in anything but if he were truly upset in this moment (Y/n) didn't know how she would survive.

"Geta?" She didn't have the heart to reach out and touch him in fear of what he might say or do, fretting he might get up from the bed and silently leave the room in anguish.

Her arms coiled towards her chest and she suddenly held her breath when Geta leaned forward.

Her eyes watched him curiously as he leaned forward and extended his arms towards the midwife. No words were needed for the midwife to understand what she was being asked. She moved round to the side of the bed and carefully eased the newborn into Geta's tense, waiting arms.

No one expected him to smile.

He encased his arms towards his chest and smiled down upon the life resting in the crook of his elbow. The life he had helped create. The life he had witnessed being brought into the world.

His smile was warm, something softer and kinder than anyone had seen on the seemingly heartless Emperor that many were afraid of. No one thought he could look so lovingly upon anyone but his Empress. But the way he stared down at his daughter was as if the Gods had personally handed him something worth more than its weight in gold.

To him, this little girl was worth everything. More than all of Rome and her conquered lands.

Geta trailed his index finger down his daughter's plump cheek, barely able to tear his eyes away from her until he felt (Y/n)'s cheek delicately press into his bicep. He felt her hands curling around his arm as she leaned into him when it felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

He was happy. (Y/n) wasn't sure how she thought he could have been anything other than delighted in this moment. The Senates and their narrow-mindedness had panicked (Y/n), but sitting here now, seeing her daughter in her husband's arms, it was like nothing she had seen or felt before.

And when Geta leaned down and pressed a longing, searing kiss to her flushed temple, (Y/n) squeezed his bicep and smiled against his skin.

"She's such a precious little thing, like a flower."

[merlucide]

GIVING THEM A FLOWER CROWN!~ ♪

notes: aha… not my normal content! The alien stage brainrot has gotten to me and there is NOTHING for this fandom 😭

characters: Mizi, Sua, Till, Ivan, Luka, Hyuna

warnings: light curing, cringe but who gaf, not proofread

You carefully weaved the red flower stems together, fingers gently tugging on the petals to perfectly secure the crown. You examined your work, satisfied with the quality of your labor. You got up from the grassy shade you were sitting under and looked around for your s/o, whom you finally found in the cafeteria, sitting alone in a secluded corner munching on something to their liking.

Her eyes immediately brighten when seeing you hehe

She stands up from her spot and slams her hands onto the table

“Y/N! Guess what!! They’re letting me have sweets!! It’s just this once but still! Would you like some?”

To which you happily nod your head, letting her feed you a spoonful of strawberry shortcake.

“Isn’t it good? Ugh it’s amazing!” Mizi sighs happily, licking the frosting of her spoon.

“Everything all good though?” 

You fiddle with the petals behind your back, slightly nervous.

“Well, I have something for you, close your eyes!”

Mizi goes ‘😲’ to ‘😊’

She patiently waits for you give present her with whatever it is

You place the delicate crown onto her awaiting soft hands.

She blinks open her eyes and a bright smile adorns her pretty lips

“I- For me?! Really?! Oh wow!! It’s so pretty!” She gasps excitedly, her index finger hovering over the red petals barely touching the soft skin.

“How did you know these were my favorites?!” Mizi asked eyes wide

“Heh, well you’ve mentioned it to probably anyone who would listen, and they are the only flowers that grow freely in here,” You giggle, which a soft blush coats her cheeks. 

She whispers a soft “oh..!” 😮

You took the crown and place it on top of her pink hair

“So pretty, my princess,” you teased lovingly

She thinks something happened by the way you just speed past everyone straight to her lmao

“..Where you looking for me? Sorry, I should’ve told you where I was headed,” Sua softly said, wiping the corners of her mouth politely.

“Everything alright?”

To which you wave her off, saying simply ‘I just needed to see you,’ which makes her feel all mushy n’ loved ><

“Now! Close your eyes,” you playfully demand, which Sua obeys.

You take her hands and hold them out open for the crown

And then placed your creation in her palms

“Okay- open now!” 

Sua blinks her eyes, surprised at the sudden gift, a soft smile settles on her lips

“It’s so very pretty, y/n, thank you,” Sua beams, placing it upon her head.

“How do I look?” She asks

You look BEAUTIFUL Sua 🥹

You smile back at her, “Stunning as ever! Red is such a pretty color on you Sua.”

She then places a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I’m afraid I don’t have anything else to give you in return, I hope this will suffice for now,” Sua cheekily whispered. 

“Yeah, that took a lot of my time and energy so I’m gonna need a few moreeeee 😏”

Currently gouging little sandwiches down his throat lmao

He was scarfing it down like a starved man probably was ☹️

You’re unsure if he hears you or is simply in sandwich heaven because he isn’t responding to you calling his name ‘Till, Till, Till, TILL?? TILL?!?”

“TILL?” You almost yelled, tapping him

His head frantically shot up and distraughtly began choking and coughing.

Which you’re freaking out bc you though you just killed him somehow

You aggressively pat his back, flower crown long forgot on the floor lmao

His coughing fit calms down, and a tear slips down his red face. 

Just kill him now, he CANNOT look you in the eye after you just witnessed that

“Till?? Are-Are you okay?? Sorry- I didn’t mean to, scare you? Are you okay?” You awkwardly rub his back

“Fine.” He grunts out

He awkwardly clears his throat, fixing his gaze on the floor

“So um, didja uh, need anything..? Or something?”

“Oh yeah! Um, well I have you something, if that’s okay,”

Till blushed at the thought that you cared enough to give a gift to him

“Okay! Close you eyes!” You beamed

you bent down and picked up the crown.

He thought of every possible outcome it could be- his imagination likes the idea that the gift was a kiss >.<

Which has Till beet red, awaiting for a kiss that never came

“Alright- open your eyes!”

He peeled open his eyes, settling them on the flower headpiece you made

He was unsure what you had meant by this

Like?? You want me to wear it?

“What do you think? Hm?” You peered

“Y-you made this for me eh?” He awkwardly asked

You nodded as he took the crown from your hands and gave it a good look

“It’s very, ah, pretty..? Thank you y/n,” he gave a smile to you, putting the crown on the table

You softly frowned. “You’re not going to wear it?”

Oh Till wish he would have just shut his mouth-

“WHAAT? No!! Of course I am?! What the hell are you talking about!?” He scrambled to find something to say to make you happy again

Till aggressively put the crown on top of his head

“S-SEE?!” Till nervously yelled, causing a few heads to turn

You giggled at his reaction, oh he was so cute :3

“I’m glad you like it Till, mwah” you placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth

Till rn: 😳😦

Basically he’s broken yk

“Okay- I’m leaving now byeeeee!~” knowing what you just did left him a mess

“Out looking for me so soon?” He teased

“Oh hush would you,” you playfully snapped back, sitting beside him.

Ivan curiously leaned to see what you were hiding behind your back-

Which you leaned back further so he couldn’t heh

“Abababa!- No peeking, you’ll see soon enough,” you grin

Ivan dramatically sighs and sits back, waiting for what you’ll do next

You exhale “Alrighty, close you eyes,” 

Which Ivan did as you told

After a few times of peeking his eye open to annoy you just a bit

You grabbed his hands and opened them flat, and then put down the crown upon them.

Ivan opened his eyes and made a ‘:o’ face

He moved the crown around, looking at all of the intricate braidings you did

“..It’s lovely, thank you y/n,” Ivan grinned

He installed it on top of his head, making sure it’s secure. 

“Now, did you make this all special for me?” He coyly asked, already knowing the damn answer 🙄

You scoffed, you felt your face warming up at his teasing

“You’re so annoying..” 

Ivan rn:  :3

“Yes stupid, I made it just for you, because I love you. Happy with that answer?” You mocked lovingly. 

Ivan was kinda caught off guard at your honest answer tbh

His face was dusted with a glowing crimson, and eyes slightly widened

“Mn, good,” he softly smiled “I love you too,” 

He pressed a soft kiss to your hand and offered to make you a crown in return :)

(Luka + Hyuna’s parts doesn’t take place in Anakt Garden 🗣️)

He was aware of you nervously tip-toeing around him, and he was rather curious to what you’ve been hiding

“So, what is it hm? What is it you don’t you want me to see?”

And you were kinda like ?!

You thought you were being sneaky, huh

“Well ah, I’m not hiding anything-“ “Really?” “Nope,” “Then why are you so nervous, hm?” Luka continued to press

He was soo annoying like this, ugh

You sighed, leaving the room for a moment and returning with something behind your back

Luka’s brows raised expectantly

“I wasn’t sure if you’d like it so ah,” you fiddled with the crown nervously. 

Luka could be very condescending and belittle your feelings, and just be a jerk yk

Which was a totally valid reason to be scared to give him a gift you made!

“It’s silly but um, here, I made this for you,” you said handing him the flower crown

Luka’s expression was unreadable, which kinda stressed you out more

Luka placed the crown on his head, “What do you think, hm?” He asked

“It’s rather suiting for the prince, don’t you think?” He mused, his purple fingers tucking a piece of your hair out of your face.

“My star, don’t be shy to spoil me with gifts, I won’t reject you y’know”

You all felt silly and embarrassed :> heh

“..mm right,”

“When did you even have time to make this?” He asked curiously

“Well, my ‘owner’ is less strict then yours,” you scoffed “I’ve been bringing good money n’ popularity with my photoshoots and other gigs . It apparently values ‘self expression’ , heh, so it let me wander a bit.”

Luka hummed in acknowledgement, continuing to play with you hair

“I’ll get you something pretty next time,”

She was like all stressed out because the gang was supposed to have already left the area and you weren’t anywhere to be seen 

She’s looking around everywhere for you, and Aliens and androids are starting to figure out what was happening- a raid

Right before she’s about to go rouge and take the motorcycle

She sees you running towards her 🙏 Which she lets out the deepest sigh out ever

She takes your hands and drags you into the jeep

Dewey slams the gas and everyone speeds off, luckily without anyone being caught

Nooow… as for what happens when you guys get back at base

She so pissed LMAOO

I mean she has every right to be upset, you done fked up dawg 🧍‍♀️

She scolding you for going off the plan and wandering off- especially during a raid!!

“What the hell were you thinkin’ huh?! What if they caught you? You wanna be forced back into that life?! Hyuna yelled, gripping onto your shoulders

You could only try to defend why you did it, but it would only fall to deaf ears

You knew she was right, and what you did was stupid- but you haven’t seen those kinds of flowers in what seemed like forever!

They were like a strange comfort, an odd memory of ‘home’

You also could see how overwhelmed Hyuna was by everything recently, the main plan was getting ready to be in motion

You thought you could give her the flowers, hopefully brightening her mood somehow.

“I really am sorry Hyuna, I just had to get it!” “Get what? Get what hah?” Hyuna pressed

You sighed and pulled out the squished flower crown from your bag

Hyuna’s eyes slightly widened as she watched you

“I found them, the flowers from the garden,” You paused. “‘Made it for you, Hyuna,”

She paused, slowly taking the crown and touching the petals,

He shook her head softly.

“You’re ridiculous you know that,” she scoffs, her lips curling into a soft grin

“Unbelievable, really, no sane person literally risks their life for flowers, babes,”

You smile “Heh, I don’t think anyone here is sane,”

She leaned forward to place a lingering kiss onto your forehead

“I really am sorry yun’,” You whispered

“It’s done now, please don’t do that again though. I can’t do this without you y/n,” She smiled at you

“I don’t think I’ve seen these since we left? I didn’t even know they grew out here!” Hyuna laughed

erm sorry for the cringe .. 🧍‍♀️ also sorry for the shortness of Mizi’s + Sua’s 😭 I had a brainfart w/ them

Made Nov 6th 2024