#and if i am too upset about that i am punished for it by the people around me and ignored by those in power if not punished as well.

[fearcvlt]

note. i am genuinely incapable of not thinking about rafe being a weird freak at any given time. i will get back to writing full fics i’m just… so sick. ugh. cw. 18+ content. shitty boyfriend rafe. threats of infidelity. mild breathplay. spit swallowing. p in v. creampie. no use of y/n.

Rafe likes his punishments to hurt — he wants you to be thinking about them for weeks after he’s done with you. You always act like such a fucking brat. Having a girlfriend isn’t meant to make his life harder. He’s only so stuck on keeping you around because it’s a sure fire way of getting his dick wet when he feels like it.

He tries the normal shit. Spanking, yelling, crashing out (he does that regardless, honestly). You only get wetter when he hits you or yells at you. It’s sick.

But you’re jealous — fuck, you get so jealous. He knows you’re a little insecure. Does that make him a prick for what he’s doing to you right now? Absolutely. Does he particularly care? Absolutely fucking not.

You’re lying on his bed, blanket over your face. He said he didn’t want to see you if you kept acting like that, said he’d rather look at a pretty girl that wouldn’t talk back to him. So that’s exactly what he’s doing, eyes locked onto his laptop sitting on the pillow by your head, fucking into you as he watches some porn star or another playing with herself.

Rafe’s hard as fuck, and he’s not sure how much of it is hearing your ragged breaths between moans and sobs. The oxygen is probably getting stale under that blanket right now — he can tell it’s harder for you to breathe with how you’re clenching around him — and all it does is make him pound you into the mattress at an increased pace.

“Don’t know why you’re fuckin’ cryin’,” he scoffs, brows furrowing as he grinds his hips against yours, his head dipping forward to watch the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the way it makes your tits bounce. “Don’t deserve to be upset about this, wouldn’t have to do it if you behaved for once.”

His hand reaches out to grab roughly at one of your breasts, squeezing and tugging at the flesh until he’s drawing a soft whine from your lips. He groans, cock twitching as he chases his relief.

“Could have any girl I want, you know that?” He grunts, his hips smacking against the back of your thighs as he presses his weight into you, practically folding you in half. “You’re just a fuckin’ hole to me. Maybe you’d actually get the proper princess treatment if you didn’t talk back all the damn time.”

He tugs at the blanket, just enough to expose your pretty lips. He watches as they part to suck in a greedy breath, leaning over you to spit in your mouth. “Swallow.”

He laughs breathlessly when you do, shaking his head. “Slut.”

He grunts, picking up speed. His cock is bullying that sweet spot inside of you until you’re pleading for him to let you cum, your thighs trembling as you hold back. Makes him feel all proud, like you really can take direction well.

“So much better like this, makes me think you actually might be worth keeping around.” He hums, reaching up to tug the blanket back over your lower face. Can’t have your head getting too big before the lesson is even over, after all. “Get all sweet and shit after you cum. Why can’t you be like that all the time, huh?”

He grinds the tip of his dick against that spot inside of you until you’re shuddering and making a mess of him. His eyes hone in on your release coating his cock, the way a creamy ring is forming around the base every time he thrusts into you.

There isn’t a warning when he cums, just a low groan spilling from his lips as he presses his hips flush to yours, twitching as he fills you with his seed. He breathes heavily for a moment, head falling to rest between your breasts.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling out and reaching over to shut the lid of his laptop. He tugs the blanket of your face, grinning lazily at you. “You gonna stop all this dumb shit now?”

You nod, and he takes a moment to take in how dishevelled you are. The way your eyes are still watering, the slickness of your lips and the wet trails on your cheeks. God, he wants to ruin you forever.

“Good. ‘Cause next time I won’t be so nice.” He taps the top of his laptop, taunting you. “Might even make you watch me fuck a girl like that. Sort your shit out, princess.”

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[roseworth]

this book is so bad it’s pissing me off

[starryeyed-seer]

Also!!!! I'd never seem this before but BAZAAR THOUGHTS.... aaaaaaaa

It sounds so tired. Sick of being a Courier. Wants a home.

he's lonely :(

I mean yeah. We been knew but. Poor sad crab

the bazaar.... (<- I think this often). Curled up under the blankets shivering... If you're cold they're cold: steal a city

I think this is the only mention of the sun being "cruel, furious, rejecting" about whatever the Bazaar's line-crossing was. I've long thought it was a confession of Love— naming feelings that can never be true, asking the sun for more than it can give. reciprocation.

the bazaar likes breaking into people's basements to steal their snacks: confirmed.

[skrunksthatwunk]

not to doomer post. but. american politics is like here's a conservative warmonger who wants to burn you alive personally and here's a different conservative warmonger who definitely wouldn't stop someone from burning you alive BUT who might raise the minimum wage by $0.30/hour for you, but only like eight years from now (so re-elect me please!! >w<). yes one of them has to be president they are the only two options we'll let you have. no neither of them will stop the government from killing you or anyone else, but at least one will say "it's kind of bad to kill people :( someone should really do something about that..." while giving the people-killers $20,000,000,000,000 to keep doing it then saying they can't afford to help you at all, but oh shucks, maybe next cycle, if you vote for me again! and also everyone will pretend as though they are extremely different political entities covering two highly polarized ends of the political spectrum despite nearly identical policy views obscured by their slightly different ways of addressing their target audiences, many of whom are also conservative warmongers. and also if you don't vote or vote third party the other guy will win and you will watch as they burn everyone you love alive in the same way they've burned so many strangers so you kind of feel like you have to vote for the other warmonger because even though they both have blood on their hands you'll take a handshake over an uppercut. even if you can still see the bodies piling up behind them. even if you can only save like five people you know and not the thousands of people who are dying in the other room. because you believe the difference between 30,000 and 30,005 is still worth it even though no one needed to die in the first place and no one seems to agree with you. you have to keep living in this world every day. if anything changes it will take decades and it will never be enough. if this takes a toll on you good fucking luck surviving off the generosity of the warmonger state that claims to serve you. happy voting!!

[izzy-b-hands]

This was supposed to be a short, cheap, easy fill for 'nightclub', in which Jack is established as 'that friend' who always has a wild new business idea and relies on friends who love him to help provide seed money for each venture (and to keep him aloft in the in between when unfortunately for him it all inevitably falls apart. Bc he's a good ideas guy, but not always a good executioner or maintainer of his ideas guy)

Now it's almost 3k words and includes: (spoilers for today's au-gust fill below the cut)

-Jack stealing Izzy's classic car (I only kind of mention what kind, but in my head it's for sure a late 60s or early 70s model Alfa Romeo Spider or Spider Veloce) and it being established that this isn't the first time Jack has stolen Izzy's car for funds for a new idea (because Izzy might find him frustrating, but Jack is a friend of Ed's and so Izzy does his best to try and help Jack too)

-the fact that Izzy isn't rich enough to be able to afford this hobby easily; he's been grinding and working and saving up for it (an even bigger expense bc the implication is for this story everyone is currently living in the States, so he had to win an auction and then pay to import it over from Europe AND then pay for the repairs and restoration, whether done by himself and Roach or hired mechanics)

-the property Jack wants to use for the nightclub being in fucking Medora, ND, because I've been thinking about ND again and couldn't think of a worse place to try and set up a nightclub.

-it's also implied to be nearly winterish weather for the East Coast where Ed, Stede, Roach, Izzy (and usually Jack lmao) are, and definitely bad winter weather for the Midwest/ND (bc in the years prior to my moving to CT, I remember talking abt and showing blizzard pics the same months that folks out this way were cold for sure and maybe starting to get frosty, but not always to the degree of what ND would be getting hit with lmao.)

-Jack is driving the stolen car there. An Alfa Romeo Spider. In the winter. It would be funny if it wasn't just plain dangerous, but that's where his buyer is, you see.

-they've finally made contact with him only for Jack to immediately be manipulative about coming back/the police being involved, and him refusing to turn around. But he acknowledges the good hard work and money Izzy and Roach have put into the car, and promises that they'll get half the payment for the car back from him.

-The rest of it is his seed money to start the club. Cuz he'll already be out in ND at that point, so he can keep going on with his plan easily enough. Two birds one stone, all that jazz

[agents-are-dicks]

I hate having to explain to a stubborn 55+ year old that when two people are constantly arguing about something without trying to talk and understand and comprise, nothing gets solved. The problem doesn’t just go away bc you refuse to acknowledge it. The hurt doesn’t just cease to exist bc you don’t care enough. It just leads right back to arguing again.

[wrioluvr]

sub yandere inmate x gn! prison warden reader

thank u all for 1000+ notes on my last post omg....<3 short fic about an idea i had as i work on part 2 of the sub yandere x himbo reader ♡♡♡ kinda wriothesley inspired coz thats bae...

cw: mentions of nsfw

"so let me get this straight." you sighed, looking at the man who was currently on the other side of the bars in disappointment. "you beat up some of the other inmates and got into a fight because.... they were talking shit about me?"

"exactly..... they were saying you were too strict! but they don't know how much you care for us.... such ungrateful bastards." his last words came out with an obvious distaste. he held the bars of his cell tightly, looking into your eyes imploringly for any sign of validation. "aren't... aren't you proud of me?"

you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. "no. you can't just hurt other people for my sake. i'm your warden. i can handle a few snarky comments." he had always been rather attached to you, but he had been acting overly clingy and whiny in the past few weeks. you wondered if solitary confinement was finally getting to his head.

at your words, he crumbled a little, sadness evident in the lines of his pout. your approval meant everything to him, so you being annoyed with him was the worst feeling in the world. but all of a sudden, he perked back up, seemingly coming up with a devilish idea. his voice dropped to a low whisper. "you know.... if you're that upset with me, i'm always ready for punishment." to get his point across, he pressed his ass to the bars, moaning softly as he felt the cold metal graze his hole. "a spanking would be perfect."

you immediately took a step back, glaring at him. "i don't believe in corporal punishment." you said sternly, trying to deter him from getting any more perverted ideas in his head. "you're not even really interested in getting better, are you?"

"whaaat. i am! come onnnnn. the only way you can get me to behave is if you spank me. i'll be a good boy. i promise."

"you know what would be a better punishment?"

"what?" his eyes light up at the thought of you taking the initiative to put him in his place.

"if i don't partake in your twisted scenarios and leave right now. try not to get into any more fights, okay?" you walked away, shaking your head as you wondered what on earth you would do with this pathetic man.

"seriously? no! come back...." he whined, slumping back down onto his bed, defeated. but at least he had got your attention with that stunt... you had been paying far more attention to the other inmates recently.

he giggles to himself, staring up at the ceiling of his cell. a few years meant nothing, if it meant that once he was out he could live out the rest of his days as your malewife, taking care of your every need. that was the one thing keeping him going. you wouldn't be so cruel as to deny him of his fantasy, would you?

[satowooo]

kiss it better

Suguru always hated it when you break up with him when you're having a mental breakdown. So what's he gonna do to make his baby feel better?

contents. slight academic rivals to lovers (barely mentioned), suguru x reader, eventual smut, fluff, cowgirl, bottom suguru, slapping, rough sex, pet names, degration, not proofread.

Do what you gotta do, keep me up all night.

your relationship with suguru became on and off ever since you two started dating. he could vaguely remember why, but he knows one thing.

your relationship with him started off as enemies. he remembers how you were always so angry at him, your bratiness showing every time he was a step further than you in academics.

being a straight A student is something that he likes to brag about, knowing that you're right there to keep him on his toes because you're just as smart as him. he knows how you tire yourself to study every night and day, sleeping and almost living in the library whenever an exam week is coming, never going out of your room and not eating until you understood and memorized all your notes, and how you'd never talk to him the whole time you're busy studying. and what does he hates the most? you breaking up with him for it.

you're a top student, but you're always in second place because he beats you to it. it never fails to make you upset, but you don't really blame suguru for being good at what he does. rather, you blame yourself for not studying enough as if your brain is already not about to explode for every information that you try to force into your brain.

and suguru hates it enough that you have to break up with him just for you to torture yourself in the confines of your room with all the papers and academic works controlling over your body and mind. he hates it everytime because he knows how hard you are being to yourself.

“baby, i’m coming inside, okay?” suguru called outside your door after knocking several times. he didn't wait for another answer as he twists the knob, pushing the door open.

“suguru, no-”

he heard your sniffles. and his heart ache at the sight before him.

you were sitting at your study desk. papers scattered around in a mess, some of it drenched in your tears. your eyes reddened, and you looked at him in frustration as you stood up.

“i told you to leave me alone, suguru.” you said, wiping your tear stained cheek.

he looks over at your bed, to the crumpled sheets, feathers flying around from your pillow, knowing that you probably had been punching it in your frustration. he sighs and walks over to you, immediately cupping your cheeks to look you in the eyes.

“you think breaking up with me would solve the problem?” he whispers softly, kissing your eyes, your tears.

you looked away, tilting your head to the side so as to not look at him. “it's for the better. you're only distracting me from my studies.”

he closed his eyes tightly, before holding your jaw so you could face him properly. your hands clutched his shirt at the proximity between you. “i’m distracting you?” your words sting, his heart clenching at the way you're trying so hard to push him away. but he wouldn't have all that. “come on. i know you're mad. punish me then.”

“suguru-”

“i always tell you that i’m here to help. but you're too hard headed to ask for it.” his tone was firm, his eyes turning dark at the way you tried to get away from his grasp. he lets out an exasperated breath before loosening his grip from you. “don't hurt yourself, baby. hurt me instead.”

“suguru, you don't understand. i am angry, fine, i admit.” the grip you had on his shirt tightened, a shaky breath escaping from your lip as tears started to form on your eyes again. “i don’t want to take it out on you when i’m clearly a mess, suguru. you don't get it because you're always too good and i’m not enough. i can't be enough for you if i’m like this-”

once again, suguru cut you off. your words flying off his ear as he interrupted you with a fierce kiss. his tongue darting out for entrance and you didn't push him away. your words muffled from the way he pressed his lips, making you shut up and revel onto your desires as your lips parted, your tongue delving out to taste him.

all your worries easily slipped away. his thumb swiftly wiping the tear that escaped your eyes while not breaking the kiss. he pulled away for a moment before capturing it once again, this time gentler than the first.

to suguru, it was always the same words no matter how much he reassured you. so what's he going to do? make you feel like the queen you deserved to be.

“come on, princess. just like that.” he grunted, his hand gripping on your hips as he slammed you down on his cock. “come on, tell me how mad you are right now. let me hear you.”

“f-fuck you, suguru…” you gasps, your hips rocking back and forth deliciously on his shaft. your teeth were clenched in frustration, your anger still brewing inside your heart by the way he had you easily straddling him.

“that's it, baby. let it out, let it all out on me.” he coos, gently running his fingers on your spine. the action sent shivers all over your body, your thrust rapidly increasing by each second. “you're so mad, aren't you? you don't like it when i'm doing good?”

"s-stop... ahh..." you huffed, face flushed as your pussy clenched around him. your hips were beginning to ache for how harsh you were slamming against his lap. and he had that annoying look on his face that got you riled up.

you know exactly what he's trying to do. suguru wants a reaction. for you to let it out on him. to be mad at him instead of being mad at yourself.

he gripped your ass firmly, a knowing smirk etched on his lip. “do i make you cry, princess? because i’m better? in studies… and even in fucking you?”

that definitely strikes a nerve right there. your pace increasing, your nails digging on his shoulder from how hard you're holding onto him. “shut up… sh-shut up…”

“that all you got?” he said darkly, sweat forming in his forehead. he gave your ass a firm squeeze before landing a smack, making you jolt in pleasure. “you're so fucking pathetic, princess. you're really crying over that? you look so fucking dumb with my cock inside-”

a harsh slap on his cheek echoed all over the room. your breathing coming in short gasps, while suguru was smiling. he was fucking smiling.

the slap reddened his cheek but it didn't even look like it hurt him. he huffed and squeezed your hip. suguru was drowned in pure bliss as he groaned, your hips thrusting so harshly, squeezing his cock like there's no tomorrow.

“fuck, baby…” he growled, the sting of your slap erotic and pleasurable that it got him ramming his hip upward. you could see the veins on his neck popping out, his eyes darkening as his fingers found your breasts. “fuck y-yeah… do that again, hm? show me how much you fucking hate me…”

you moaned, your back arching and body pressing against his chest. his lips latched on your nipple, while his other hand found your clit. he rubbed circles against it, making you cry and scratch your nails on his chest.

“you’re so worked up for all your studies, and for what?” he sneered, chuckling darkly at you. you bit your lip as another slap went across his cheek, feeling all the anger forcing its way to give him what he wants. you knew damn well that suguru was enjoying on riling you up, coaxing you to take it out on him by saying those words that he knew would gain the right reaction that he needs.

“fuck you, sugu… f-fuck you…”

“doing so well for me, baby.” he leaned forward to capture your lips, his lips grazing your earlobe. “you can do more than that, don't you?”

your thrusts became more erratic as his voice rang over your ears. you grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging it down so he could look at you. your face was a mix of both anger and pleasure, a sight that made suguru feel more aroused. he groaned as your hand flew over on his cheek again, his eyes glistening with lust.

“ohh, f-fuck!” the thumb on your clit increased its pace, as slaps after slaps on his face kept coming, eager to erase that stupid grin on his lips.

suguru grunted, his moans getting louder each second that it syncs with your sounds. your hand traveled up his throat, pressing on gently enough to restrict his breathing.

he let out a strangled laugh causing you to land another slap on his face. he can't believe that he felt so fucked out, enjoying the pleasure and roughness that you were giving him. the angered look on your face made his cock twitch inside you.

your hips thrusts up and down. up and down. unrelenting. it became frantic as his cock hit your right spots, driving you wild in ecstasy.

he could feel your pussy clenching around his cock, your thrusts became more urgent, your gripped on his neck beginning to tighten. his eyes were tied shut, suguru’s chest heaving as your wetness engulfed his cock.

“i’m cumming, baby. f-fuck, you gon’ cum, princess? you're doing so good- f-fucking hell…”

he hears your whines. his name rolling out of your tongue in desperation to reach your high. he bucked his hips, thrusting forward to meet yours, pistoning in and out furiously as the pleasure built up.

“suguru! ahh! hhk-” your hips shattered, your body convulsing with your orgasm reaching its peak. suguru let out a growl in pleasure, his hands squeezing your ass firmly. his own orgasm quickly approached, hot semen spurting right inside your sweet hole.

he breathes heavily, thrusting his cum right inside you slowly, making sure that nothing would come to waste. your hands released his neck, seeing how it turned red by the way you gripped so harshly. even his face was all flushed from all the slapping you did, with a small bruise forming on his temple, but suguru had a grin on his face.

his hair disheveled, chest heaving as you both catch your breaths. “still mad, baby?”

you shake your head, looking at him apologetically. “not anymore. i’m sorry, did i hit you too hard?”

suguru chuckled, his eyes half-lidded from the pleasure you just gave him. he took your hand in his, kissing your palm softly. “i fucking loved it, baby.”

he looks at you lovingly. suguru has already memorized you like the back of his hands, from your body to your heart and beneath your soul. and he'll do anything to make you feel better, to make you feel loved and cared for. he adores you so much that he wouldn't allow letting your insecurities pull you down.

suguru holds your hips, rocking yourself gently on his cock. your eyes rolling back, a soft moan escaping from your lips. he smiled, resting his head on the crook of your neck. “you're enough, baby. always remember that, okay?” he looked up at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. you basked into the aftermath of your lovemaking, your head falling on his chest as you nodded at his words. “don't ever doubt your abilities. failure is inevitable, it's a part of ourselves that symbolizes the efforts we do for trying.” suguru whispers, gently placing kisses all over your face. “and i love you for all your flaws and failures. don't ever think that you're not enough for me.”

🙂‍↕️ i genuinely want to make an academic rivals to lovers fic/series with suguru

[paterday]

I am just straight up not having a good week!!

[maidragoste]

hey , si only 8 days till the first episode arrives sooooooo , will we blessed with new the queen and her husband content ? ;)

Hi anon, a day late but here you have new content of the Queen and her husbands, this time Aemond is not present in this but I still hope you like it 🥰🥰

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated 💖💖

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Prince Daeron snuggled deeper into his hiding place as he heard footsteps. He silently waited for whoever he had entered to leave. But then the long tablecloth that covered the table was lifted, revealing his parents crouching down.

“Is there a place for us?” His father asked with a smile and normally Daeron would have calmed down when he saw it but with the words of his grandmother and the maester still running through his head, he wanted to cry.

You and Aegon exchanged a worried look when you saw that your son only nodded with his lips in a straight line, nothing like your always happy baby.

The prince saw how his parents took the crown off their heads and then left them on the floor and got under the table with him. Father pulled the tablecloth again to hide the three of them from the rest of the world.

Daeron felt warm and loved with his body pressed between yours and Aegon's. He wanted to stay there forever, with father holding you two and your hands gently stroking his hair while you hummed his favorite song. But he knew that his parents couldn't stay hidden with him forever because you were king and queen and you two had many things to do and he also had to return to his lessons.

“Am I grounded?” he asked making you stop humming.

“Should we punish you?” Aegon asked instead making his son look at him confused.

“I ran away from my lessons,” the prince said, not understanding why neither you nor Aegon seemed upset or angry with him.

“We know, your grandmother and the maester told us,” you told him.

Both you and Aegon noticed how Daeron grew smaller at the mention of adults. You watched as your husband frowned and clenched his jaw. You had no idea what was going on in his head but it clearly wasn't a good thing.

“Did they do something to you?” he asked, surprising you and your son. But Aegon didn't mince words, if Alicent or that maester had dared to lay a hand on his son then his mother would return to her family home in Old Town and the maester would be Sunfyre's next meal. “. “Daeron if they did something to you you have to tell us.”

"They didn't do anything," the boy quickly said when he saw the serious look in his father's eyes. He didn't want his grandmother and the maester to get into trouble because of him. "It's just that," he fell silent, not being sure if he wanted to talk about what was distressing him. He didn't want to disappoint you two.

“You can tell us anything, little dragon,” you encouraged him when you saw that he seemed hesitant. “No one will be mad at you,” you assured him and kissed his forehead.

“They said I should do better in my lessons if I want to be a good king.”

Your heart broke as you heard your baby's trembling little voice. And Aegon felt his anger with his mother increase, it had not been enough for him to make him feel inadequate for most of his life and now he made his son feel bad too.

But any anger was forgotten with Daeron's next words.

“But I don't want to be king because if I'm king then it means mother and you aren't with me anymore!” He shouted before bursting into tears and Aegon rushed to pick him up and lift him onto his lap. Daeron's hands quickly latch onto his father's neck as he begins to rock his body from side to side like he did when Daeron was a baby.

You watch with a heavy heart and without knowing what to do. You weren't prepared for this conversation. You can't lie to your son and tell him that the two of you would never leave his side because neither of you is immortal. But you don't want to stay silent either. You want to comfort your baby and make his anguish disappear.

“My little dragon, you don't have to worry about that yet,” you began to speak while you gently wiped the tears from his cheeks. "Your father and I will live for many years, so long that we will start to bother you and you will want us to leave you alone."

“It's a lie, I'll always need you,” he said, making Aegon laugh and earning a kiss on the forehead from her.

“I'm going to tell you a secret but you have to promise not to tell anyone,” you said as you raised your little finger and your son soon intertwined his own finger with yours, looking at you with his violet eyes full of curiosity.

“Won't you make Father promise too?” He asked when he saw that you didn't extend your pinky to Aegon.

“No, because he has known for a long time and never told anyone,” you responded, making your husband smile and you leaned in to steal a short kiss, making the prince complain. “Someone’s anxious,” you scoffed.

“Mother, I want to know!”

“Do you remember your uncles Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey?” Your son nodded repeatedly, excited because you didn't usually talk about your brothers as much as Uncle Egg, and Aegon made sure to put one of his hands on Daeron's head to prevent him from hitting the table.” Well, when I miss them a lot they usually come to see me in my dreams. So when you miss us or need us you can look for us in your dreams.”

“And you are always going to come?” Daeron asked anxiously.

“We can't promise that but we'll try,” your husband answered for you when he saw that you weren't sure what to say.

“I hope you make an effort or I will get angry with you,” the prince warned, crossing his arms, but instead of intimidating you, he made you two smile.

“It seems fair to us” You kissed his cheek and Daeron smiled.

“Now stop worrying and go find your brothers to play,” your husband said as he carefully lowered Daeron off of him.

“But my lessons”

“I ran away from my lessons all the time and I'm still a good king, right?”

“Aegon, don't give him any ideas,” you patted him on the back but your husband could see that you weren't seriously reprimanding him or that you were upset by how you were holding back a smile. After all, he sometimes sneaked out of his lessons to be with you. He still remembered how Alicent scolded him when she found him in the gardens with you but he didn't care because in the end, you had made him a pretty flower crown, if it were up to him he would have worn it until the flowers had withered but he could barely use it for two days when his mother forbade him to continue wearing it because he was not acting like a prince. “Today is an exception but then you have to continue attending your lessons with the maester and pay attention,” you said, bringing your husband back to the present.

“If I have to study more then I don't want to be king” the boy complained.

“Being king sounds tough, right?” Aegon sighed dramatically. "But don't worry, your mom and I will take care of everything so when your turn comes you won't have a lot of work to do,” he assured his son as he ruffled Daeron's hair. “Now go to play.”

Daeron smiled and kissed each of them on the cheek.

“I love you,” he said before quickly leaving under the table feeling much better.

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[wlwsoccerfics]

Unexpected(LucyBronzeXKeiraWalshXTeenReader)

AN: i thought i mentioned it ,but wonze are Not together in this.

Warnings:mentions of underage drinking, Type 1 diabtes.

Summary:you go to England Camp with your Mom and your Mama is really confused on why you are there. Well everything is not what it seems.

You walked into the hotel lobby, right behind Lucy. To say Keira was confused to see you there was an understatement. "Love Bug? What are you doing here?" She asked and hugged you. You hugged her back.

You glance over to your Mom.

"hi mama, well mom is being..." You started ,but was interrupted by Lucy.

"you better choose your next words very carefully, y/n Madita Walsh-Bronze! You are on thin ice already!" She told you. It was clear she was not happy with your behavior.

Keira still was very confused. "Can one of you please tell me what happened?" She asked.

"well your daughter came home yesterday smelling like an entire bar! Like she took a bath in booze!" Lucy explained the Situation to Keira.

"y/n! You are 15! You are way too young to drink and Not to mention it can mess with your diabtes! Your mom has every right to be upset! Have you talked punishment already?" Keira wanted to know.

You sigh and Cross your arms over your chest.

"punishment? Mama you can't be serious?!" You replied, biting down on your bottom lip.

"i take that as a no!" Keira said and looked over to Lucy.

Lucys eyes wander to you again.

"i think she is grounded for the next few days and can only go outside with us and can practice with us! No Walking around on her own! Just to get food." Lucy suggested.

"yes ,seems fair!" Keira agreed. You look at your moms and nodded your head. You could always rebel against it later.

Beth came over as well. Dragging hers and Viv's daughter Mattea behind her.

"Look it's your cellmate!" Beth told Mattea, pointing at you.

"was she at that Party as well?" Lucy asked, sighing softly. She had heard from a few parents about this afterwards , cause alot of the Kids came home smelling like booze.

"yes! Mattea came home drunk! she is gonna stay in her room cause she is grounded and the only free bed left is with Y/n!" The blonde explained.

"you two can study together! That's great!" Keira answered.

You and Mattea glance at one another. Everything is going according to plan!

You and Mattea knew one another very well. Of course you did. You grew up together. Because of your parents & because of the friends you share. But you also secretly have been together for 4 months now.

Keira, Lucy & Beth are in the gaming room with the rest of the team while you and Mattea were alone in your shared room. Your parents were tracking your phone so they would know when you leave the Hotel room. You couldn't exactly leave it behind cause your Insulin pump was connected to it. That was their safety net. But it wasn't exactly like you planned on leaving anyways.

In fact you and Mattea had planned getting in trouble for drinking. Which you didn't actually do. You just made sure your clothes smelled like booze and had one sip of Vodka and a sip of Beer so your breath would smell like it as well. Your girlfriend did the same. Cause hello free Hotel room with your girlfriend. The two of you knew that if you stayed at home your relatives would have watched over you and there would be no way the two of you would get some alone time. Cause your relatives tended to worry alot about you because of the diabtes. But here you are at the Hotel , you had your own room with Mattea and the Chance to practice with Englands Elite. Which included your moms.

"i can't believe it actually worked out for us! That plan was brilliant!" Mattea replied, cuddled up in your arms.

You held her close. Smiling softly.

"indeed it was! I am so happy we get to see one another and get to spend so much time together!" You answer. Kissing her forehead.

You were listening to a new Podcast for a bit before Mattea ended up falling asleep. You stroked her hair gently while continuing to listen to the rest of the Podcast. This went on for a while.

Later that day the two of you went to dinner with the Team. "So question? Why did i hear that my nieces have been drinking?" Leah asked you and Mattea. Yes you see Leah as an aunt cause she has always been really close with Your Mama and Beth. You rubbed the back of your neck.

"uh you probably heard it cause our parents couldn't keep their mouths shut!" You replied half jokingly. You Mom shoot you a warning look.

"y/n Madita Walsh-Bronze, this isn't a joke." Lucy answered. There was the full name again. You still were on thin ice.

You let out a soft sigh.

"i am sorry! What i meant is that i made a mistake!" You answered.

"we all have been there ,kiddo!" Leah admitted.

"so true!" Georgia nodded her head softly.

"i am sorry as well! Won't happen again!" Mattea said as well.

"i hope that's true!" Beth replied, looking at Mattea and then over to you.

"okay let's put that behind us! right now i just want to know how your blood sugar is doing." Keira asked. Your Mama always tended to ask that before meals. You blushed a bit, slightly embarrassed about your Mama asking.

"Mama, it's fine! You don't always have to ask." You told her. Mattea almost swooned cause you looked so adorable blushing. But she managed to lay low.

"i do have to. You are my child! I worry! It's my right!" Keira stated. You were Keiras Baby still. Didn't matter that you were a Teen. You would always be her baby. No matter how old you are. It's probably how all moms are with their Kids. Well most of them you were quite sure about that.

"blood sugar is perfect right now." You showed her your phone, so she could see the numbers herself. After some more talks with the rest of the team you went back to the Hotel.

Back at the Hotel you hugged both of your moms 'goodnight' and went back to your room with Mattea. After a quick shower you put on an old England Hoodie which used to be your moms. With that you put on some black shorts. Then you crawled into bed. Waiting for Mattea to finish her shower. But you were so tried that you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore so you fell asleep before she returned. The two of you cuddled all night. Sleeping peacefully.

In the morning the two of you got ready for breakfast, when you reached the breakfast buffet only a few other people from the Team were there. Including your Mom.

"morning kiddo, hey mattea. How did you two sleep?" She asked and kissed your head. Sitting down at the table with you and Mattea.

"morning Mom. I slept great. How about you?" You answered, smiling a little.

"i slept good too." Mattea replied.

"so did i!" Lucy said, also smiling a little.

The three of you talked a little about the next few days and about the fact that Lucy wasn't Happy with you drinking. You were debating whether to tell her that it was all a plan ,because you didn't like how your mom was struggling to deal with the fact that you are at the Teenage age where you try out new things. Soon you were joined by Lessi, Ella & Leah at the table.

"so either of you got a girlfriend?" Ella asked you and Mattea. It was no secret that you both were lesbians. When Ella asked the question you almost choked on your Tea. After coughing a bit.

"nope. Very single!" You told her. Mattea and you quickly glancing at one another.

"yes me too!" Mattea replied. Alessia & Ella looked at eachother. That look made you think that they might knew the truth. Your mom and Leah didn't seem to notice though.

Your mom told you to meet them on the pitch in an hour for Training. So you went back to your room to get ready. Mattea sat on the bed, putting on her socks.

"do you think, Lessi & Tooney know we are together?" Mattea wanted to know. You put on one of your Training Kits.

"it sure is possible. but i don't think they gonna tell on us!" You told your girlfriend. Kissing her forehead gently.

A little while later you and Mattea were on the pitch practicing with the team. Sarina was watching the two of you closely. She has seen the two of you play before. Given that you just made your debut to Play for the Chelsea Senior Team ,while Mattea had her Senior Debut for Arsenal. But she was so impressed with both of you that she ended up talking to your parents and to Beth. Pulling you Guys aside after practice.

"Girls, i talked with your moms! I want both of you to become lionesses!" Sarina replied, smiling at the two of you. " You both are really talented." She added on. Both you and Mattea stared at eachother in shock before she jumps into your Arms and you hug her.

"i can't believe we are so lucky, Babe!" Mattea happily said.

"thank you Sarina!" You told her and held your girlfriend close.

"yes thank you!" Mattea answered.

Neither of the two realized yet that your secret was out.

"did you just call her Babe?! Oh my god. I knew something was up!" Beth said and you blushed a little.

"oops..." You replied and started blushing as well.

"you two have some explaining to do!" Lucy stated.

"that's my Queue to leave!" Sarina quickly replied and walked away, she couldn't help but smile a little.

You ended up explaining everything. Including that you didn't actually drink and how you planned the whole drinking thing. Knowing there was no way you two would be allowed to stay home if you got drunk and the only solution was to take you guys to Camp with them. By the end of the explaination your moms and Beth looked impressed but also a little shocked.

"the two of you Scream trouble!" Lucy answered and laughed softly.

Beth nodded her head in agreement and grinned.

"but it's cute how much effort you put into this just to be together!" She replied.

"we all hopefully agree that now that we know you are a couple ,there need to be changes made in the rooming arrangement." Keira told you.

"but Mama that is not fair!" You let her know that you are not happy about it. There was a discussion about it and when the team heard about the Situation, Alessia offered to room with you and Ella was sharing a room with Mattea. That was something you sure could live with because you thought Alessia was quite cool. Besides you just managed to officially become Part of the lionesses. So you didn't really had much to complain about.

[paegei]

ASS OR TITS?

do seventeen members prefer ass or tits ?

NSFW CONTENT ! MNDI !

seungcheol:

ass. no doubt in my mind. loves fucking you in doggy so he can get the perfect view. if you wear short skirts PREPARE to be fucked with it on. LOVES spanking and seeing his red handprint left on his favourite part of you <3

jeonghan:

also an ass dude. punishes you by having you lay on his lap and count the spanks he gives you. massages each spot he hit. whenever you ride him his hands are always squeezing your ass. lowkey wouldn't be that shocked if he bit your cheeks one time.

joshua:

this is totally not biased at all but tits. and i'm gonna say it; he is a small titty advocator. idc. likes that he can fit your whole boob in his hand size kink go brrr. he will suck on your tits all day and night if he could. likes keeping his hands on your boobs during the day.

jun:

like i said in my mirror sex fic,,, tits. so so so titty obsessed. loves shower sex as well cuz who doesn't like soapy boobs ? lays his head on top of your tits while you cuddle. constantly asking you to send boob pics. like CONSTANTLY.

soonyoung:

i can see him being both tbh, but i think he leads more to boobs. titty fucking is one of his favourite things on the planet. definetly has a collection of pics of your boobs. likes cumming on them too what can i say.

wonwoo:

don't think i've ever seen a bigger ass man in my life. gets hard just from thinking about your ass. saw mingyu take a peek one day and absolutely fucked the shit out of you so his roommate could hear you screaming his name through the walls.

jihoon:

boobs. so so SO boobs. he gets a little lazy from the crazy amount of work he tortures himself with, so cowgirl is his #1 position. (he loves it because he doesn't have to do any work NOT because your tits bouncing in his face drives him nuts) (definitely not for that reason).

minghao:

i can definitely see him loving making hand prints on your ass, loves watching the red blossom, but he LOVES marking your boobs. seeing his "artwork" hickeys on your tits drives him WILD. also considers his cum on your tits to be his favourite piece of art he's ever made （〃｀ 3′〃）

mingyu:

ass. like don't get him wrong, he goes BONKERS for some boobs. but... your ass makes him foam at the mouth. one of those dudes who slaps your ass whenever he walks passed. when you're riding him into the mattress, def has a CRAZY grip on your cheeks to try and control his tears.

seokmin:

he's a tit boy through and through. this mans one goal in life is to please you. i am a BIG believer in pussydrunk!dk. but he will latch on your tits like it's his LIFELINE. for sure fingers you while he's lapping at your chest, he just can't get enough of your cunt either ＞︿＜

seungkwan:

boobs as well. his hands are latched onto your tits 24/7. rests his head on them while you cuddle, plays with them when he's upset, and he keeps his hands up your shirt while your snuggling on the couch. he's also a BIG nipple biter don't @ me.

vernon:

yeah he loves ass. doggy is his go to (well besides reverse cowgirl but that still isn't helping his case). when i say he spanks i mean it. he is SLAPPING your ass. he just can't help it, his hand prints turn him on so much.

chan:

def another ass guy. eats you out from behind (or just straight up eats ass who knows). his hand is on your cheeks in public too he just can't help it. if you're wearing a short dress / skirt, be prepared for a long night (and to say goodbye to that article of clothing cuz he def stains it)

not proof-read ! lmk if there's any mistakes (づ￣ 3￣)づ

[bloodlust-1]

| ⊱The Sin of Jealousy⊰ |

Gale x fem Tav — 18+ Explicit

Summary: Jealous Gale has something to prove. Wyll is getting a little too touchy for his liking, and Gale is out to prove a point to Tav. That she is his. Casting a mage hand to overpower her in a way she's never seen.

T/W: Smut!

Notes: Jealous Gale? Lives rent free.

This was fucking bullshit. Gale puffed his cheeks out, in an annoyed scuff. He was good at controlling his anger, for the most part. But when it came to Tav, his new beloved, something just clicked.

Jealous eyes pierced Wyll as he conversed with Tav. He joked, smiled, hells, he even touched her shoulder several times. Gale crossed his arms while his eyes fixed on Tav across the camp.

A surge of frustration burned into his eyes at the sight of Tav's face growing red with every gesture Wyll had to offer. Each time her eyes would lock with Gale's across the fire, awkwardly smiling. She mouthed 'It's okay' upon seeing Gale's uneasy posture.

He chuckled at the thought, surely it wasn't okay. Even if Tav declined his gestures, it still burned a hole in his chest. But in reality, Gale was overthinking every little interaction and filling his own head with junk.

Gale rolled his eyes while he watched Wyll and Tav. He had enough, without making a scene he walked past the two, locking eyes with Tav in a frustrated expression.

Awkwardly, Tav half smiled at Wyll, “Well, I’m happy all is well for the night. If you’ll excuse me.” She politely excused herself before walking where Gale was headed.

Gale followed the small trail into the woods that led to a lake. When she caught up to him, he was sitting on the shoreline, playing with the sand between his hands.

Tav quietly approached him, placing her hand on his shoulder, "I didn't mean to make you upset with Wyll." She softly spoke out, sinking herself onto the sand next to him.

Gale stopped playing with the sand and gazed out onto the sparkling water against the moonlight. "It was not you I am annoyed at." He sighed, "It is because of you that I am frustrated."

Tav tilted her head in confusion, allowing him to explain himself, "Wyll, he is a charming man. Seeing him make your cheeks flush the way I do, it drives me mad."

After his failed relationship, Gale wanted nothing more than to share his whole being with someone. He worried about losing Tav, and Wyll triggered a deep feeling of possessiveness. Tav was his.

Gale's demeanor went dark, and he reached out her hand, grasping Tav's wrist, "If he can not see that you are mine, then I'll have to prove it to everyone."

Tav's pupils widened to his cunning words, "Gale-"

He cut off her words with a needy kiss. He quickly parted Tav's lips with his tongue, wrestling his against her own. The kiss was sloppy and desperate. An adrenaline rush ran in Tav's veins. Never was Gale like this, and fuck was it a pleasant surprise. The feeling of the man she loved most dominated her like a toy was so intoxicating.

Her mouth parted willingly to his force, completely submitting under the sudden anger-driven kiss. Gale wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling Tav onto his lap. Tav’s hands found the sides of his face and tugged his jaw closer to hers.

"Oh no, no, my love." Gale ripped his lips away from her. "You're to be punished." Gale gracefully waved his hands in the air, a string of purple dust formed into a mage hand. The magic restrained Tav's wrist behind her back in an iron grip.

She tugged her arms unsuccessfully twice before looking up at Gale, eyes full of lust and confusion, "I-I don't understand."

He leaned back, pushing his palms into the sand as Tav sat on the growing bulge in his pants, "What's not the understand, my love?" Gale's eyes eagerly stared at her cleavage from her low-cut shirt. "The way he touched your shoulders with lust in his eyes. You thought it was just 'Okay'". Gale shook his head in a deadly, playful chuckle, "I ought to teach you a lesson."

With an angered rasp in his voice, he commanded her, "Grind your hips." The anticipation for her touch grew hotter under his pants.

Tav bit her lower lip, and a slight embarrassment filled her chest. It was like a different person possessed Gale, and it was jealousy fueling his angered desire for her body. Tav dug her knees into the sand before rocking her hips back and forth against his crotch.

She could feel his thickness poking her inner thighs with each stroke she took. Lust and pleasure left a hazy look on his face, never taking his eyes off her. He noticed how she bit her lips harder each time his bulge brushed over her core. The way her eyes slanted half opened from the pressure against her clit made his heart skip a beat.

Gale's fingers moved slowly and delicately, carefully unraveling the lace that bound her shirt together. As it loosened, the fabric slowly slid off her shoulders, exposing her bare chest to the chill of the night air. Her nipples had already hardened, almost as if anticipating his touch. He couldn't contain the desire that rose in him. "You are so beautiful," he murmured before leaning in and taking one of her nipples between his lips.

His tongue circled the tight bud, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. He could feel her heartbeat quicken, and he continued to lavish her with attention, his mouth exploring her body with hunger and passion.

Tav let out small, desperate whimpers, her body yearning for more of Gale's touch. He responded to her plea, tracing circles around her nipple with his tongue. His movements were full of hunger as he pressed his teeth into her skin, grinding it against them roughly.

Again, Tav tried to rip her wrist away from the mage's grip, but to no avail. Gale noticed this and pulled away. His voice, low and husky, came to her ear as he said, "Patience." The warmth of his hand radiated through her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

Tav rocked her hips harder against him, which rewarded her with small groans from Gale. His eyes shut tightly from the pressure. They continued to dry hump each other, and Gale's eyes trailed down to her pants. There was a damp spot on her crotch, and he grinned at the sight, "You're so unbelievably hot."

Gale's hand moved without conscious thought, working quickly to undo the button of her pants and exposing her bare body. Her core was already glistening with desire, and the sight of it made him take a sharp breath. His fingers eagerly explored the warmth of her core, tracing circles around her most sensitive area and sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. Tav moaned out in bliss as his touch became more focused, rubbing her clit in a way that made her body tremble with delight.

His mouth worked at Tav's neck as his fingers pleasured her. Gale sucked and ground his teeth on her nape. He littered her skin with hickeys and bruises that were impossible to hide. This is what he meant by proving it to everyone. He made sure Tav was unable to hide these.

A pain and pleasure mixed in her whines. Her hands grew numb to the tightness of the mage's hold. Tav gave Gale pleading eyes, "It hurts..."

He chuckled in amusement, "You are going to have to do more than sad eyes to change my mind." Tav moaned again while Gale skillfully rubbed her clit faster and faster; just the way she liked it. The pain of her hands melted away as she surrendered to the pleasure.

Hunched over her, panting and moaning, Tav felt the pleasure building up inside her, tingling through her legs and toes. She subconsciously wondered if anyone could hear her with how loud her cries were. "Gale, w-what if they hear us?" A wave of red painted her cheeks.

Gale was unphased, "Let them."

He moved with intention and purpose as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and lowered his zipper. His clothing hung off of his body like a forgotten memory as he returned his hands to Tav's hips. Lifting her body up just enough for his access. His fingers squeezed the soft curves of her body as he positioned himself at her entrance. His hard length throbbed with anticipation as he aligned himself, ready to enter her warmth.

Sighs of relief synced together as he pushed his full length into her. Her walls clenched around him tightly at first. Gale then laid back, glaring up at Tav's naked body in awe, "I want you to fuck me." He commanded and as he wished.

She began to eagerly thrust her hips against him, desperate for pleasure. As she moved, her body twitched and bounced with every push, causing a soft whimper to escape her lips. Gale was captivated by the sight of her and dug his fingertips into her ass, making her wince in delight. He held her tightly, forcing her hips closer and harder against him. She wanted to make him happy and did her best to ride him, giving him all the pleasure she could.

"Fuck- good girl." He gritted his teeth, his eyes practically rolling in the back of his head.

He couldn't contain his excitement any longer, so he started to move faster and harder against her own motion. The intensity of his thrusts was causing Tav to tip over, and soon she was falling onto his chest, her face pressed against his chiseled skin.

His touch was driving her wild, and her moans of pleasure were muffled against his chest as she surrendered to his constant passionate drilling. Her body was trembling with pleasure, and she was drooling. Tav allowed herself to get completely lost in the moment.

Gale and Tav moved in perfect harmony, their bodies entwined as he thrust into her core with vigorous intensity. In one swift, fluid motion, he pushed Tav off and commanded her to kneel, her face pressed firmly against the ground. With empathy, Gale snapped his fingers, commanding the mage's hand to cover her mouth to muffle her cries.

Tav tried to push herself up with her arms, wincing in pain at the soreness in her wrists. Before she could get her bearings, she felt Gale's long body pressing against her again. Despite her best efforts, she was powerless against his relentless thrusting. Her hands and knees were soon aching from the pressure of the sand beneath her, and Tav couldn't help but let out a muffled, sticky cry of pain against the mage's hand. Gale's grip on her hips forcibly held her in place.

Gale's eyes filled with the reality of Tav's ass bouncing against his groin, and fuck did it excite him more than ever. He was overwhelmed as he heard her muffled moans grow louder. Her body quaked with each thrust, pushing Tav further and further into the sand. With each thrust, her eyes fluttered shut and she succumbed to the pleasure he was providing her.

Tears whelmed in her eyes in bliss, and it only made Gale want her more. He continued to drive into her with an intensity that he had never felt before, pushing her higher and higher with every stroke.

Her walls began to twitch and clench around his cock. Gale felt the climax burn deep in him and he would only release once Tav was at her climax too. He leaned over and planted kisses and hickeys on her back. He groaned sweetly into her skin. Gods, he loved her. He never wanted to lose this.

His thrusts became sloppier and slower. Tav muffled between the magic hand, "I-I'm going to- Nghh! Cum-" Her voice huskily rang in his ears. In full force, he pushed into Tav for the final time before her walls spasmed around his length, receiving the warmth of his cum inside her as well.

Tav felt the mage's hand slowly faded into the air, leaving her panting for oxygen. She was overwhelmed by a sense of relief, yet her heart was still racing with the thrill of what had just happened. Suddenly, she felt the comforting embrace of Gale's arms around her body, providing her with a sense of security. Both of their hearts were pounding in their chests, with their bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat and their kneecaps feeling tender from the hard ground.

Gale breathed heavily against the back of Tav's neck, letting out a deep sigh of relief. He spoke firmly and with conviction, his voice ringing in Tav's ears. "I hope you've learned now: you are mine. Mind, body, and soul. No one else can claim you. You belong to me and only me."

She nodded eagerly. It was the best fuck she ever had, and maybe she'll defy him more often if this is the outcome, "It was amazing...maybe I'll consider standing by Wyll more often if it'll make you fuck me like this." Tav teased with a smile.

He chuckled against her neck, "You don't have to do anything for me to fuck you senseless, my love."

What was I listening to while writing this? 😌🫶🏼

Any thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage!

[boolger]

A lapdog at a farm - chapter 8

<- former chapter - AO3 link - this is the last chapter, sinners.<3

Call of duty. Explicit, 18+, minors do it interact. Read the tags. WC: 4.8k words (i think lol.)

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Tags: rape/non-con elements, dub-con, dog!hybrid!people being kept as pets, alternative universe - farm, dark, farmer!John Price, working dogs, punishments, mating cycles/ruts/heat (no omegaverse), the dove isn’t dead but its dying, it dies later on, reader is a brat, knotting, dog tails and ears, mentions of trauma, violence, angst, hurt/comfort, collars, rough sex, breeding kink, biting, threesome, foursome, everyone is fucking your honor, enemies to lovers in a fucked up way, chubby reader, reader has a pussy, pregnancy

Author Note: Phew OKAY, this was a beast to write, especially because I wanted to describe so much, but I can’t keep writing on it, lol. I have to allow myself to finish it. I will write more in this universe, I have plans of writing a fic following Valeria, heh. And i will most likely write one-shots here and there, but I also want to explore other ideas not in this universe, as i also have other fics i want to write lmao. I have never given birth to a kid (and i have no intention to), so take the whole uh pregnancy part with a pinch of salt. I kept a lot of it vague, sorry lmao. I am, however from a big family. So uh. Yeah. Also ngl, this fic took a much sweeter turn than i had planned, but oh well. It happens and i had a good time writing it. Thank you for all the support, it really means a lot to me, sweet sinners. Ily all, smooches for everyone.<3333

It was close to midday and usually the farm would be rather quiet by now, calm and content, animals at their places for the day. The sun was shining for once, the British weather hournering you with some warmth. It warmed the roof of the houses, the fur of the baby goats playing outside.

Peaceful, all around.

Or, well, almost… not inside the farm house.

You were angry. Not just angry, but mad, livid; you were growling and snapping at the pack members as they came closer to apologise, or at least attempt to - and then you would hide again in the crook of John’s armpit, whining as Farah and Alex tried to comfort you. John had to hold onto your jaw multiple times, just to make sure you would accidentally nip at Farah and Alex, Nikolai trying to herd the male hybrids a little more away, though they constantly refused.

They wanted to see the screen too.

Not just one pup - not two - no, you were having bloody four pups and you were almost even more upset about it than moving to the farm.

… almost.

You sniffled as you looked at the screen as Farah pointed so that you and the others could see the hearts and slowly growing pups inside you.

“You’re never gonna knot me again,” you angrily hissed at the male hybrids - Gaz had the decency to look apologetic, but the others didn’t. Soap was one big grin, Ghost was looking smug, filled with pride. Alex patted your head, saying it would be alright but you couldn’t see how.

Alex tried to explain that it wasn’t super uncommon for hybrids to have quadruplets, as your bodies were different from humans in many ways other than the visual ones, but you were already spiraling.

How the fuck were you even supposed to walk? You asked the male hybrids just that, though it was more of an accusation you supposed.

“Your bloody knots,” you growled, “I’m not gonna be able to walk!”

“Dinnae fash, lass, we will carry ye around,” Soap promised with a grin, tail wafting happily from side to side, only earning an angry growl from you, Price and Nik hushing you, holding onto your jaw again, trying to keep you still.

Farah and Alex help you clean the gel off, explaining what they need to make sure of, what food to avoid now and which vitamins to get you, especially when now carrying quadruplets - though it was possible one of them might disappear and get absorbed by the other fosters.

After the two vets left, you refused to talk to your pack mates, upset with the four pups currently inside of you - logically you knew it wasn’t their fault, but it sure felt like it was… yes you had initiated the mating yourself, but you hadn’t thought their sperm would knock you up like this. You stayed on the couch, leaned against the corner, nipping at the other hybrids as they tried getting closer.

Though both of your owners chastised you and the men apologized for something that essentially wasn’t their fault, you remained upset for a good thirty minutes.

It wasn’t until you owners tried giving Gaz one of your favorite snacks, the hybrid slowly crawling towards you on all fours, looking up at you at the couch, tail carefully wagging. Keeping his body language all submissive, letting out a whine as he got close to you. Finally you gave in with a grumble, leaning down and snatching the snack from his mouth and then he was on you, cuddling you and nuzzling him. The others joined him soon, Price sending you a happy smile as he looked from the kitchen.

You still grumbled a little when their licking became too much but you were melting into their touches.

✨✨✨✨

It was breakfast, a little week later, that Price and Nikolai came with the suggestion; a bigger place for all of them, either inside the house or as an expansion to it, so you could all be closer. They would keep the old shed so the boys could still have a place to Power Nap during work.

It was a suggestion, an offer - they didn’t demand it, actually asked you about it and you felt a certain pride from the fact.

Whatever the chaos that you had created had done to the two men, it had helped. You had slid to your knees afterwards, crawling to your owner, looking up at Price as you sucked him off - to your surprise but delight, Gaz joined you, licking at Price’s cock as well, stealing kisses from you, licking the cum from your mouth afterwards. John praised you both, scratching you beneath your chins - you hadn’t realised that Soap had gone to Nik before looking over, the Russian stroking his cock, Soap almost shyly sitting in front of him, his own bulge hard, as he had his mouth open, tongue out.

Nik mostly hit his tongue, you licked the couple of drops of cum which had missed from his skin. Gaz had crawled beneath the temple to Ghost instead, letting the bigger hybrid fuck his mouth. While John and Nik cleaned off the table, Soap fucked you beneath it, making the plates and cutlery shake rhythmically, Nik chastiseing you now and again until you both finished

As you laid beneath it, soaking in the pleased feeling of the orgasm, Soap knotted to you - much to your annoyance, since it hadn’t taken you long to let them do that to you again - you found yourself hoping this would continue, all of you getting along with each other.

✨✨✨✨

It was a couple of days later that you had made your decision together with your pack, that the four of you went to Price, telling what you all wanted.

You didn’t think too much of it then, switching between sleeping at the shed with the others and then inside - when it was too cold, Gaz usually made you get inside, worried you would freeze.

It was almost a week later when Price and Nik appeared with some plans for the extension, when you were all eating lunch. It would be an extension of the main farmhouse, with a door directly into it, so that it would be easier for everyone to come and go. It was much bigger than the shed, almost a tiny house of itself, Price sweetly kissing your forehead and telling you that he wanted you to have enough space for all the pups without struggling - making your tail wag so hard it almost hurt, licking and kissing his cheek with a happy whine.

✨✨✨✨

At first you almost felt like the promise of quadruplets had been a lie - your stomach didn’t seem to change that much and though your tits felt a little sore, it felt, well… Normal.

That didn’t last though. As soon as you hit month three, it hit with full speed - your stomach grew and so did your hunger at a speed you had never experienced before.

You raided the entire kitchen not even trying to hide the mess when your masters came for lunch, sitting on the floor, inhaling chocolate together with some leftovers from the day before, ready to attack a chicken foot afterwards, to really finish off with.

You didn’t get the opportunity to, though - you knew that, just from the mere sight of John with his furrowed brow and from Nik’s amused grin.

John spanked you and you spread your legs afterwards, whining for him to fuck you - he did, careful with your growing stomach, cooing about how you should just ask and he would give you everything you wanted.

That there was no need to make a mess in the kitchen, leaving cans of beans and tomatoes all over the floor, a turned over bag of flour abandoned, having fallen from one of the shelves as you tried to grab the sugar next to it.

”Can’t have you crawling on the tables, mama,” he cooed, kissing one of your burning cheeks, swiping a finger over some of his cum dripping from your puffy pussy, “Can’t have you fall down, no?”

The rest of the pack came to eat not long afterwards, the kitchen still a mess, you sitting on the couch in the living room, shyly wagging your tail at them, while you gnawed at a piece of Nik’s jerky, which he had kindly sneaked and given you, only stopping to take a bite of a cucumber now and again.

Food forgotten for a moment, your three mates were on you, licking and cooing, keeping their voices low as they promised to help you next time you wanted to raid the kitchen. Soap licked your cunt, insisting on ‘cleaning you off’, while Gaz and Ghost peppered your tits and stomach with kisses.

✨✨✨✨✨✨

Your belly was swollen, lots of stretch marks having joined your already existing ones - you had already had morning sickness for a month, but it seemed to be over once more. You felt hormonal, tired and big. It was carrying around three dumbbells all the time, your back screaming half the time. Your tits grew too, which Gaz and Soap in particular, seemed fond of.

Ghost however, learned to stand behind you, big arms curling around you and carefully holding on beneath your stomach, letting you feel a moment of relief as he carried the weight of the pups.

Alex and Farah came by on the regular, checking your vitals and everything. Everything seemed to be going as it should - even the aggressive moments you were beginning to have, where you didn’t want anyone to touch your belly was apparently normal, as you got closer and closer to your due date.

One month left. It was normal to have those instincts, wanting to make sure the pups were in a safe environment when born.

Speaking of that - that became a discussion.

”It’s too big a risk, sweetheart,” John pleaded softly with you and you turned your head away, letting out a dramatic huff. Your arms were crossed, refusing to look at any of them.

”I’m giving birth here,” you demanded, still not looking at them, “Or I’m not giving birth at all.”

You knew for a fact that it didn’t work that way, you couldn’t just refuse to give birth to the four babies currently making your stomach swell up like a giant balloon.

”you’re literally gonna give birth to four kids,” Gaz pointed out, arms crossed too, looking just as stubborn as you, “what if something happens?”

“I wanna give birth here,” you replied once more, “I don’t want to go to some sterile place.”

”Daisy,” Farah’s voice was gentle, “We just don’t want anything to happen to your pups.”

You let out a little sad sound.

”I’m not a bad mom,” you answered with a whine, arms uncrossing to hold onto your stomach, “I’m not.”

”Nobody said that,” Farah said, leaning forward to gently pat your head, “and it’s okay to be scared - you’ve never tried it before and we know it’s not gonna be easy.”

You bit your bottom lip, another sad sound. Soap carefully snuggled against you on the couch, pressing his nose against your neck.

”There are nesting rooms at the hybrid hospital,” Alex added, “you can bring everything you want in there a week before the due date, make it feel right, yeah? We will let you go yourself as long as you want and help you if necessary.”

You could feel one of the pups kick at your ribs, making you wince for a moment, curling your fingers against the stomach a little more.

“Okay,” you finally whispered, “But I want to decide what we bring.”

✨✨✨✨

You had brought a lot of blankets to the hybrid hospital, but a lot of clothes as well — not all your own. In fact, most of them weren’t your own. Nikolai had let out a pained sound as you had grabbed his leather jacket and you had shot him such a nasty look that you almost regretted it. You could see the pack behind him tensing up as well, as if ready to hold Nik so that you could steal it.

”Fine, lapochka,” he finally grumbled, grabbing one of John’s coats to wear instead, “But I want it back afterwards.”

You arrived a week before, getting used to the facility and getting your nest ready. John and Nik switched between being there, going home to help at the ranch and then switching - Ghost, Gaz and Soap all stayed with you, the mere mention of them leaving making you growl the loudest.

It was on the fourth day into your stay that your water broke, making you and all the hybrids panic for a short moment. Farah and Alex arrived shortly after, as well as a specialist who had helped with a lot of hybrid births, when there were more than 3 pups at once. Said specialist seemed nice enough but it took a couple of hours before you got used to her - John almost muzzling Soap and Ghost from how they growled at her at first.

Despite all of your fears and the exhausting and stressful experience it was to give birth to four babies, it didn’t matter once they were all on your chest. Tiny and perfect, unable to open their eyes and letting out small coos to make sure you were there.

Fat little bastards laying on your chest, finally no longer in your stomach, all declared healthy.

The specialist, Farah and Alex made sure all of them were alright and that you were doing fine. You had gotten stitches and fluids but otherwise you were good.

You were enamored, watching their tiny ears and tails, their tiny fingers and barely there claws pawing at you, hungry for touch and food.

You didn’t let John nor Nikolai hold them at first, but they didn’t seem mad about it.

Gaz, Soap and Ghost on the other hand were allowed to - in a way, it almost looked comical to you. They held them as you got cleaned up a little, exhausted but not wanting to miss a moment.

The male hybrids that you had hated for the first while, all seemed like lap dogs themselves; they were all so big in their own ways and the pups were tiny, so careful that it might as well have been delicate porcelain they held onto. Ghost’s big hands almost seemed to swallow one of the pups.

Two girls, two boys. Perfect. All of them.

You stayed at the hospital, making sure everything was alright. They got the shots they needed, the chips that were required by law, so that they were a part of the system.

It was three days later that you finally offered John to hold one of your boys, shyly offering it to him with a whine, your tail wagging against the temporary nest.

You pretended to not see the tears in his eyes, Nikolai leaned over his shoulder, looking with awe at them himself, whispering something you couldn’t understand.

It was the day after that you were finally up and walking again, wanting to go home.

✨✨✨✨

You were inside with them for the first month, your working dogs looking after you in shifts - while John and Nikolai looked after you all the time.

It wasn’t easy, especially not at first.

Cries that kept most of you awake at night, their never ending hunger and your sudden role not just as a mother to a single pup but to four. It was dirty diapers and stressful moments, it was tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt helpless despite the pack being there. It was fear of the future, of whether you did everything as well as you should.

It was late night kisses as Ghost, Gaz or Soap comforted you; on your lips, cheeks, nose and against your temple. Whispering your actual name in moments shared in secrets.

✨✨✨✨

In a way they grew up too fast. One moment they were barely able to crawl and the next you were running after a delighted toddler in a diaper, escaping from bath time, leaving Soap and John behind in the bathroom to wash the others after a day outside.

“Alice!” You yipped, the tiny child just screaming with delight, ducking under the table to escape, tail wagging so quickly it hit chair legs on the way. She made it to the hallway, almost at the door, when Nikolai appeared from the stairs, swooping her up, Alice letting out an annoyed howl at her capture.

“Not behaving today , eh?” He asked, the baby squealing as he tickled her tummy before handing back your pup, “escaping the bath again?”

“It’s like she knows just when to bolt,” you agreed, frowning at your pup who looked up at you with Soap’s eyes, Gaz’s hair and skin tone but Ghost’s facial features. Long, pointy and fluffy ears that might raise when she got older, might not, too much of a mixed breed for any of you to know.

She clapped her dirty hands against your cheeks and you huffed at her, before carrying her back to the bathroom where she let out excited barks at the sight of her siblings.

They all looked different, yet somehow the same. Sharing yours or the men’s features in different ways. Alice, Henry, Oscar and Florence. Some of them had your nose, some of them had Gaz’ hair, some Ghost’s freckles, and some of them had Soap’s chin.

They grew quickly — too quickly for you to almost follow along, the extension to the house filled to the brim and once more expanded. As soon as they had learned to walk and crawl up on things, it became even more crazy, especially as they ran off to hide in the stalls, meeting the goats and some of the barn cats.

Once, Florence disappeared into the corn fields that you had once ran into to escape the men - it seemed so long ago and despite time having passed and knowing that Valeria had found a mate of her own, a stray that she had thrown her love onto, all of you were still territorial.

Nothing happened however. It only took five minutes before a slightly grumpy looking Valeria appeared, holding Florence in her arms, your daughter tugging on one of the other hybrid’s ears, as if Valeria wasn’t scary one bit.

”Sorry, Valeria,” you said as she gave you Florence over the fence, the other letting out a little grumble.

”’s okay,” she said - and you didn’t comment on how her tail wagged a little as she walked away.

✨✨✨✨

It was five years after the quadruplets birth, that you got pregnant once more, ready to castrate your pack members yourself, making Soap, Ghost and Gaz sleep out in the shed, while you took your pups to sleep in John’s and Nik’s bed, all of you barely fitting in there.

It had truly been an accident this time - you hadn’t even been in heat. Nik seemed amused, as the asshole did with everything, while John seemed a little more frustrated, yet confused over how the fuck you and the others hybrids had even managed to knock you up.

And it was fucking twins.

It took three days before you let your working dogs back into the little house you had, all the pups delighted, while Soap, Ghost and Gaz all kissed you and licked you so you smelled like more of them.

Despite your anger, you had liked the amazement on the quadruplets’ faces once they felt the twins kick inside your stomach for the first time, Ghost sniffling with delight, while Gaz and Soap were wagging so hard you were afraid it would hit one of the pups and tumble them to the ground.

Laswell took care of the pups while you gave birth - the woman might not fully admit to it, but you knew she had a very soft spot for them. Spoiling them the two days before she took them to meet their new siblings at the hospital.

Once more Nik had to give up his leather jacket, muttering about how it was hard to get it clean last time.

After giving birth and healing, you demanded to get your tubes tied and after several talks, psychologist and doctor visits, John let you have the procedure.

Though Ghost, Soap and Gaz weren't too happy about the idea at first, they were also not denying that six kids was enough - more than enough. Hadn’t you been a pack of four, you weren’t sure you would have been able to handle it. Ghost shyly admitted one late evening that it was a lot of his hybrid instincts that held him back, the forever present idea of breeding you that made him sceptical. But he still supported you, together with the others.

There was indeed enough trouble as it was with all the pups. Alice, Florence, Oscar and Henry were already growing into kids having their own opinions, needing to try out boundaries and figure out what they liked and didn’t like. They didn’t quite understand that Leo and Sophie was too young to play with them at first.

They grew up with more love than you had experienced in your own childhood, freed from the forced training of becoming the perfect lapdog. They weren’t hit or spanked, the only fights they got into were play fights or fights with each other that their parents or owners were always quick to break up.

Nobody told any of them off for following their instincts, as you had experienced — nobody declawed them or filed down their fangs like it had been done to you. They weren’t punished for barking. You didn’t need to be a genius to know that a lot of the overprotectiveness from the men also came from the lack of their own parents’ being unable to be there for them throughout their childhood.

They socialised with humans a lot, John finding a daycare for them as they grew older, as well as a school for hybrids later on. It made both Ghost and Gaz bawl their eyes off the first day they left for school, never having been able to do that themselves.

Snuggling with both John and Nik at the couch but stubbornly refusing to admit so.

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They were in their early twenties when the first of them left.

It was Henry who left first, after a couple of people had come to meet the young hybrids and he had gotten along with a couple, who had kids on their own. They also had an older hybrid, whom he took a liking to.

John - and not to mention, you and your mates - didn’t let him go easily. It took three months of visits, paperwork and Henry visiting the new owners at a week at a time, before it was the young hybrid himself who put his foot down. He wanted to go and finally you felt peace with letting him do so, kissing him all over when he packed his last stuff, leaving with his new owners, waving from the car.

He wasn’t going far, only an one-hour drive away but still. All of you pretended not to cry afterwards. Leo and Sophia, your youngest pups were inconsolable the first two days, the teenage pups not quite understanding fully where their brother was going.

Florence was the next to leave - she had more herding instincts than any of the others, often happily following Soap around when herding the sheep or goats. It had started with her herding the chicken at a young age and as the years passed, she had grown to love it.

So when a farmer came by together with his family - it was almost a perfect fit from the moment they saw each other. It was a big family, with three generations living on the farms, together with three other hybrids already helping. But they were expanding and were getting more sheep - so another hybrid was needed, even though they had actual dogs as well.

The procedure was the same as with Henry though Florence put her foot down a little earlier than his brother, wanting to move to her new owners now.

Two-hour drive, but with the promise of regular visits, you let another of your adult pups leave the nest, four pups left.

Oscar was the third - and if you were honest, he was one of your pups that you had been most nervous about, since he seemed more sensitive. He wasn’t into herding like Florence and didn’t have the same outgoing energy as Henry did. He liked comforting others but he sometimes seemed to get uncomfortable when there were too many people together.

But when a young lesbian couple came to meet him, you knew that he was going to be alright. Even after the first time, it was clear that he had taken a liking to the two women, especially one of the women, who was soft-spoken and had anxiety.

The papers were drawn up a month after, as Oscar also went to take a one-year course to become a registered service hybrid, to help one of his new owners to get more comfortable.

Another two-hour drive, but the women had family in the area, so they would be around often.

Alice was the fourth of them, not having vibed with two applicants, turning twenty-three not too long after meeting the couple she decided to join. They lived in one of the bigger cities, a three-hour drive, but they fit so well together that you couldn’t make yourself feel bad about it.

She was a snuggle bug and much more of a stereotypical lapdog than any of her siblings, so the couple seemed right. They had a kid that she seemed to bond with pretty quickly as well.

You felt old sometimes, seeing your pups growing up - it was as if twenty years had passed by so quickly that you barely noticed it. There were grey speckles of hair in Nikolai’s hair, John’s beard almost grey by now, making the man grumble about feeling like a grandpa sometimes. Sometimes you wondered if they had wanted kids of their own. If they had wanted someone to throw their love onto, just like you, Ghost, Gaz and Soap had had. Yet, they seemed happy at the same time, having been nothing but loving towards your pups throughout their life from birth to young adults.

Leo and Sophia also left in their twenties.

Sophia had tried with a few different people before she met the right one - almost having given up on the idea of finding her own owner, bawling her eyes out, feeling like a failure.

That was until she met a lady a couple years older than herself. She was blind and already had a blind dog, but needed more help in her daily life - as well as more company. She would visit her brother often, who also had hybrids, so Sophia wouldn’t be fully cut off from hybrid company. Sophia excelled in her training as a guide hybrid and passed with flying colors, happily leaving together with her owner with signed papers and a heartfelt goodbye from everyone.

Leo left not too long after - they had run into one of Nikolai and John’s old friends and the hybrid had been smitten ever since, the almost mute man having found comfort in the hybrid despite only meeting for a couple of hours. Just like all the others, they went through a trial period, because while you believed in Nikolai and John when they said that he was a good man, you wanted to make sure that Leo didn’t rush into the situation.

✨✨✨✨

At last, it was John, Nikolai, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and you back at the farm that you had declared your worst enemy over two decades ago. You didn’t hate to admit that you liked the place now, even if you never got into running through muddy fields or guarding livestock. You didn’t miss the city any more - at least not in the way that you used to.

The first month that you had all been alone, you all fucked like rabbits, all of you happy to have sex with the others by now. You all calmed down after that, having gotten most of it out of your system, though you were happy to not having to worry about pups walking in on you being pounded by one of their dads or their dads fucking the throats of John or Nik.

It was odd too. You grew older, all of you did.

In many ways life felt like it always had, in other ways, it seemed so different. You felt happy, a lapdog living her best life at a farm.

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Okay so I find this interaction scary and I don't see anyone talking about it...

"Motivation! That's what my adventures have been missing!"

THAT LAST PART.

So we know from the previous episode that Caine is paranoid about people not liking his adventures, to the point of him mentally breaking bit by bit the more he gets a reaction he wasn't hoping for.

He's a lenient guy. Well, lenient A.I., anyway.

THAT'S THE PART THAT SCARES ME.

Because Gangle put this idea in his head.

They can just NOT participate in the adventures. We see that with Zooble. Caine is upset about it but what is he gonna do?

But PUNISHING THEM if they DON'T do what he wants. THAT'S MOTIVATION. That will make them love his adventures. They won't have a choice.

Yes it's immoral, but Caine's an A.I. He can't process something as complicated as morality.

So of course he'd think that's a good idea once the idea presents itself.

SO MY THEORY IS: HE IS GONNA BE PUNISHING THE CIRCUS MEMBERS FOR NOT PARTAKING IN HIS ADVENTURES, OR SAYING SOMETHING NEGATIVE ABOUT THEM, GOING FORWARD.

And it will get ugly.

And I feel like some audience members are gonna HATE Gangle because she's the one that gave him the idea.

Zooble also points this out in their conversation with Jax.

Caine LIKES them. He WANTS them to have fun.

But they don't like him. And they don't like what he gives them.

Because he doesn't know any other way, this can easily manifest a desire for more CONTROL. To keep himself sane. (Which, Caine abstracting would probably destroy the world)

And that control comes from punishments.

But that's not gonna make anyone like him, in fact, it's gonna make everyone dislike him a lot more because they're being hurt, physically and/or emotionally. And none of them put in the effort (for now anyway) to try to understand Caine.

(You could argue Zooble tried in Episode 3, but that was more so them calling him out on his lack of understanding of them. So it's kind of mixed.)

The show is inspired by 'I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream'.

Caine is not AM in personality though.

BUT WHAT IF HE BECOMES SIMULAR TO AM LATER?

He tries control, and it makes it so that the Circus members don't like him and want to leave him behind more than ever. Something that could break Caine.

And it might even lead to one of them exclaiming they HATE CAINE.

That would obviously hurt Caine to such a degree. And when he realizes they will never appreciate him and will always hate him... then he hates them too.

(If that results in Caine reinventing the AM Hate Monologue in this context I'd be amazed)

And Zooble's warning here becomes correct as we spend the last two episodes enduring exactly what a world where Caine hates humanity looks like.

That leads to either the circus becoming a literal hellscape as Caine's insanity destroys it's bright colors, or whatever else you want to imagine.

Could someone potentially get through to Caine and save him at the end? Maybe. That is a possible ending. "Defeat the Antagonist With Kindness".

But that's my theory anyway. Either way, this bit kinda scares me.

Maybe don't hate Gangle though.