#i can hardly speak i feel like i need to tear off all my clothes and skin and walk naked and flayed through the streets

[valtsv]

god there was something so incredible about shrue condemning our inclination to hide behind stories as a means of denial and wilful ignorance, delivered to the listener through the medium of a story. of course shrue was talking more about the lies we tell ourselves to avoid confronting the hard truths and ugly realities of the world we live in than, like, fiction in general, but goddamn. what a fucking meta move. this is a story about stories, about how they can be used as vehicles for both beautiful lies and terrible truths; their limitations as a medium and those of language as a whole. of how we can talk, and talk, and talk ourselves to the end of the world, to the bottom of our self-made graves, but without action, that's all they are, and all they ever will be. words. enough to drown us all beneath the crushing weight of our conviction in them, but not enough to save us.

[inkdrinkerworld]

hiiii I really love your autistic!reader fics :] I was wondering if you could please do one where r just has an absolutely horrible sensory day, nothing bad happens but just they didn’t sleep and woke up super overstimulated and still had to go through a busy day to the point where they go nonverbal, have a meltdown and need to lock themself away in their room in the dark/quiet for like a day. and then once they feel better and come over, remus (or dealer!remus my beloved) talks about it and comforts them <3 this is super specific lol it just happened to me and my roommates did not notice or care so I’d love to hear what you think remus would do <333

I love all your fics so so dearly thank you for being you and for all your hard work !!!!

I’m sorry they didn’t care! Sending you this Remus fic to make up for it

You’re not sure when this ‘off’ feeling had settled into your body, but now that it has it seems impossible to shake.

You’d woken up and just knew that something was wrong. Something intrinsic to you was off and possibly twisted up and tangled in ways that made it difficult for you to articulate what it was.

Your phone’s alarm was too loud, you could feel the sheets scratching your thighs and you couldn’t take a breath deeper than four seconds long if you tried.

Then you’d gotten into work and gotten even more overstimulated so by the end of your day you’d felt this building nausea swirling all up your throat from your stomach.

You can also feel a migraine coming on and it worsens the nausea.

You might be sick on the train ride home. You were in fact sick on the train ride home- thank god you keep a spare shirt in your bag.

When you got in, Remus wasn’t there- probably still at the dispensary. Which as bad as it sounds was the best option.

You smell like sick, you’re cold sweating, and you can’t stop your tears from falling down your face.

It’s horrible. You feel like you’ve been run over and like your body is fighting you with every step you take.

You’re grateful Remus doesn’t see you like this.

Your shower is hot, to the point of steam curling around you but you didn’t feel a thing.

You’re hardly awake for more than ten minutes, slipping into a pair of underwear and getting under your heavy covers and falling asleep.

“Dovey, hi.” You wake up to Remus stroking your back, his nails blunt and fingers warm as they trail up and down your back.

You shake his hand off, your head throbbing as you turn to look at him.

The nap didn’t help the migraine.

Remus takes a moment to look at your face, eyes assessing as he stares. “Was it a quiet kind of day?” You squeeze his hand and Remus coos.

He lowers his tone, voice smooth and soft like velvet. “I put your clothes in the wash, and I can get you your notepad.”

You shake your head, sitting up a bit and opening your arms to Remus. Your arms drop when you spot his sweater - maybe he’s just come in from work.

He understands immediately, “I’ve showered already, so I’m not in outside clothes.” He assures you before his arms close around you.

Remus is warm in a way you don’t understand. His body constantly furnace-like, and it helps to ground you.

“I had a bad day.” You croak, throat tight as you speak.

“You don’t have to force yourself, dove.”

You shake your head, “I want to tell you,” Remus nods, kissing your neck as you steady yourself. “I woke up feeling really bad, like I couldn’t get anything my body had to do right but I went into work anyway thinking it’d just go away. It didn’t. Then I threw up on the train home and cried and then threw up again, and then came home, showered and slept.”

Remus coos, “I’m sorry today was so awful, sweet girl. Will you be able to take tomorrow off? I’m home all day and we could make a ‘recovery from overstimulation,’ day of it.”

You could cry. You’ve the sweetest boyfriend and you’re pretty sure he doesn’t realize.

“Are you sure?” You gnaw on your lip as Remus pulls back, a tender smile on his face.

“Perks of being your own boss, baby. I set the days. Want me to call your boss?”

You nod, “Please? And we can watch a movie when you’re done?” You’re already shuffling down under the covers as Remus reaches for your phone.

“Course dovey, put on Atlantis and I’ll go get some water and salted crackers.”

As bad as your day had started, it feels lighter now that Remus is here.

[scryarchives]

OMG i just taught of this in my head its alright if ya dont wanna write it but NANAMI AS A FATHER HEADCANON cuz like man will be dedicsted to making sure his child has a goos life (and not be like gojo)

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✭ pairings: platonic - dad!nanami x daughter!reader

✭ warning: nanami's probably out of character, pure fluff, fem!reader

✭ word count: 1.2k words

HII OH MY GOSH, thank you for the ask!! okay so this is my first ever hc request and I ABSOLUTELY ADORE the idea of this!! I hardly ever write 'x reader' content, but I really might just start doing it for the platonic reqs! I really do think Nanamin would be the best dad ever, but Gojo would definitely be a great parent too considering that he does believe that children should be allowed to be happy without having their childhood taken away! Anyway, I've yapped enough, here are the Dad!Nanami Headcanons! Enjoy!

𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 | 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Dad!Nanami who:

✧ Raised the baby left on his doorstep, crying and swaddled in cloth with her heartbreaking screams of hunger and lack of love filled his ears. ✧ Instantly checked on her condition, considering the baby’s cries, he couldn’t tell if perhaps she was injured.  ✧ Once he figured out she was fine, he instantly rushed to the store with the baby in his arms, rushing through each aisle to hunt for baby food. ✧ Bought the food the moment he spotted it, adjusting her in his hold as he quickly paid for it, sitting on the ground outside to open the food and feed the starving child. ✧ Softens the moment he hears her cries stop, her big eyes staring up at him intently with her remaining tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.  ✧ Smiles a little the moment he sees how quickly she devours the baby food, showing how hungry she really is. ✧ Thought maybe parenthood isn’t as bad as it seems.

✧ Feels pride bubble up in his chest the moment she begins to walk, her smile wide as she wobbles towards him, his arms wide open as he speaks to her with soft encouragement, “That’s it, step by step.” ✧ Scoops her up into a big hug the moment she’s a few inches away from her, her little giggles of amusement bringing her so much joy. ✧ Doesn’t mind doodling silly little things with her, scribbling down on a paper whatever she asks, as long as it’s after work hours, despite his urge to bend the rules for his little girl. ✧ Brings her to work as long as he’s not on a mission (because really, who in the right mind would put such a precious being in harm’s way?), just to make sure that she’s safe and sound. At least she’s with him, and he can keep an eye on her. ✧ Knows he can trust his baby girl with Gojo’s students when he needs to go on a mission, and never Gojo, even if Fushiguro did turn out the way he did under Gojo’s care. ✧ Would make the three teens promise not to let Gojo within a five-foot radius of his little daughter because he knows it would mean nothing but trouble (who knows what really goes on behind those blindfolded, blank eyes.) ✧ Is nothing but touched to see how the three students cared for his little girl so carefully, seeing her resting on Itadori’s chest as they sleep on the couch with the hushed noises of children’s cartoons in the background from the TV. ✧ Tucks her away before gently placing a warm blanket over the three students who he clearly cared for (he’s never explicitly said so, but they all know it). He’s nothing short of grateful for their help babysitting the precious little girl in his life, and he sees her as his own, not caring for the fact that she was just left on his doorstep. He can’t wait to see her grow.

✧ Tears up a little behind his glasses as he drops her off for her first day at preschool, his face stoic as ever as he wonders where all the time went as he watches her skip off to class, waving goodbye to him. ✧ Wishes that time would slow down just for a while so he could read her bedtime stories and notice the tiny things she does to try and make his day easier. Always his little helper, she was. ✧ Can’t wait to pick her up, packing up fifteen minutes earlier from work just to collect her on time, turning to Gojo with a glare as the white-haired man smirks, entertained to see his junior so caring and paternal. ✧ Arrives at her preschool just a minute early, waiting at the school’s gates as he hears the bell ring, the cheers of other kids rushing out like water from a broken dam. His eyes immediately rush to find her tiny figure, and he bends down, recognising the top of her head through the sea of children. ✧ Listens to every little thing she tells him, from what she saw in the class to the friends she made – even the tiny ants she saw at the playground during recess. ✧ Smiles the moment he sees the drawing she did in class of a poorly-drawn him and herself (he doesn’t mind it one bit), just proud to have been involved in her growth. ✧ Frames the drawing instantly, and though it’s a little big, it sits on his bedside table, right next to his wristwatch and glasses. ✧ Has no hesitation to put aside whatever housework the moment she asks for help with homework – math specifically. ✧ Is as patient as he can be, explaining the basics clearer for his precious daughter to understand, helping her with the first bit before letting her try it out on her own. He’s positively glowing with pride when he checks through her homework, finding it all done correctly. ✧ Ruffles her hair as she grins with a laugh as he gives her his rare words of encouragement, “Great work, kiddo.” ✧ Sees her with a gold star sticker her homework the next day as she runs to him after school, her maths worksheet waving in the air as she jumps into his arms. ✧ Is nothing but satisfied to see her beaming with pride at her efforts, and relieved to know that he’s doing a good job so far.

✧ Finds himself stuck, struggling to explain where her mother is as she peers curiously up at him, his daughter now up to his hip. ✧ She’s grown again, and her increased height followed her curiosity as she asked more questions, and noticed more things – well in this case, the lack thereof. ✧ He simply replied with a, “It’s always been you and I.” Relief fills him the moment he sees a nod in understanding, but the thought keeps him awake at night. Eventually, he’ll have to explain, it’s always the hardest thing to find out how to do it. ✧ Finds out why she asked as he spots a little worksheet on her desk, his brown eyes widening as he recognises it as a family tree. ✧ Two of the slots are filled, but the rest remain blank, and he feels nothing but pity, a sigh escaping him as he picks up the sheet of paper. ✧ Plans to tell his daughter everything that night, preparing her favourite dishes and desserts, but his nerves are getting to him, resulting in a tense silence as he sits at the dining table, waiting for her to finish her shower. ✧ Notices the moment passes as she sits down, digging into her meal as he clears his throat, finally finding it in him to speak. ✧ Watches every twitch of her eyelid as she blinks, waiting for some sort of reaction from her, hoping that she’d take it well. He’s not sure of what he’d do if it all went south. ✧ Is silent by the end of the explanation, waiting, gauging for her voice to say something, but all he can see are her big eyes staring at him. ✧ Is caught off guard when she says, “I don’t need any other family, because I have you, Dad. I don’t care if I’m adopted or not, you’ll always be my dad.” ✧ Feels his eyes water, his arms spreading open to pull her into a hug. It’s uncharacteristic of him, but for her, he wouldn’t care. She’s his daughter, his little girl, not bound by blood but by bond. ✧ Would want nothing more than to hold her in his arms, wishing to protect her from every little bit of harm because that’s what you do with things you adore, with the things you treasure – and she’s everything to him, his baby girl.

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[bunniekittiee]

Hell Week

Pairing: Bi-Han x Fem. Reader

A/N: This is for my bad period girlies where you are waiting for death to arrive, the cramps are bottoming you out, the nausea is deathly, and you are curled in a ball. Been there, done that! Norco for the win :(. Let’s have sweetheart Bi-Han take care of y’all! He might be a little ooc. It might be a little short as well but i tried to make it a little long.

Content warning: Periods. That’s the warning. You already know.

Summary: You have hellish periods that absolutely destroy you for a week. Bi-Han is there to keep you company and help you with absolutely anything you need.

The hellish week had arrived. And it came full force. Seemingly normal, you were in a blissful happiness. That was, until you had woken up in the middle of the night with the most horrific period cramps ever. Absolutely diabolical. Trying to quiet your painful groans, you curled into a small ball and away from your husband. You did not want to awake him from his slumber. He needed the rest. And you did not want to bother him with something so small like this.

But oh, it was not so small. Periods for you were extremely painful and long. The Lin Kuei doctors were doing their best to diagnose you, but it was not quick enough. They were skeptical it was endometriosis, but then again, it could be polycystic ovary syndrome. Or uterine fibroids. Or even irritable bowel syndrome. Whatever it was, it caused you hell.

Feeling you fidget around, Bi-Han woke up. “What’s wrong, my love? I feel you moving around.” He sat up to look at you. You looked like you were in bad pain.

“My period started. I have the worst cramps.” You replied back, trying to curl into a ball more and more.

He frowned. He should have expected this to come sooner. “My firefly, you should sit in the bath. I will run it for you.”

“I can’t get up, sweetheart.” You said. “I can hardly move.”

Getting up from the bed, he padded to your side. “Then I will pick you up. I got you.” He started to pick you up, and although it was nice to be in his presence, the cramps hit with a vengeance. Before clenching your eyes shut, you were met with an embarrassing sight. You had bled all over the bed.

“Bi-Han, I am so sorry,” You apologized, feeling tears prick your eyes. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!”

He glanced at the bed, his eyes slightly widening at how much blood loss there was. There were a few accidents in the past, but every time it seemed to surprise him a bit how much you could bleed. “My dear, they are only bed sheets. And you are speaking to the same man who has a history of conquering clans. Blood does not affect me.”

Feeling a bit comforted but still guilty, you clenched your eyes shut as he walked with you to the bathroom. He gently set you on the toilet, scanning over your body as he saw the painful expression on your face. He hated to see you suffer every month like this. He knew how much it took a toll.

Running the bath, Bi-Han gently rubbed your legs as he checked the temperature over and over again. He had to make sure it was perfect, as well as that there were a good amount of bubbles and lavender fragrance. Once he knew it was ready, he nodded his head at you. “I can help you undress. Stand up, if you can.”

Shakily standing, you let him undress you. Right now, you wanted to sink in the warm bath and did not care how you looked while he was taking your garments off. The blood soaked ones would be thrown out and replaced with new ones. Bi-Han always made sure you never wore bloodied garments after they were stained. He could afford new clothes, why wear them again?

He helped you inside the tub and you slowly sank inside, sighing quietly at the warmth. You looked at him so full of love. “Thank you, my love. This feels good. But I don’t feel well.”

“I know, my dear.” He said as he caressed the side of your cheek. “I will fetch you medication and water. And I will prepare the bed for you again.”

You nodded your head at him, and as he was about to leave, you called his name out. “Bi-Han?”

He stepped back inside the bathroom and kneeled down next to you. “Yes, my love?”

You played with the bubbles. “Do you think maybe you could spend the day with me today? I don’t think I can manage on my own. It’s really bad.”

Bi-Han would take as many days off as he wanted to in order to take care of you. He did not care if his clan became annoyed. You came first, and if you were suffering, he needed to take care of you. “Of course. I will always take care of you. I will be right back, dear.” He said as he kissed your head softly.

He left the bathroom, and you felt yourself feel sleepy but the cramps were too much. They would not let you rest. You curled your arms against your stomach and laid your head back. You would have to wait until Bi-Han gave you medication after the bath. He was so lovely. Always so willing to help and comfort you. It made you want to cry.

Oh no, now you were crying. Not out of sadness, out of the fact that he loved you very much. And you loved him very much. It made you so emotional!

After changing the sheets off the bed and grabbing spare clothes for his wife, Bi-Han returned to get her out of the bath. He saw her crying, and he immediately went to her side. “What is wrong, my firefly? Why are you crying?” His anxieties increased.

“I just love you so much, and you are so sweet. It’s making me emotional, and I feel so stupid for crying like this. I’m sorry.” You babbled as he gently wiped your tears away. He felt his heart swell that you were crying over something like that.

“Of course I love you, you are my firefly.” He replied gently, sending you into a sobbing mess. He rubbed circles on your back and hugged you, not caring if you got him wet. He felt bad that you were so emotional. Almost breakable. Times like these always made him feel guilty. “Do not cry, you will make your symptoms worse.”

You sniffled. He was right. But it was hard to calm down. He gently rubbed your hand before he grabbed a towel. “Let’s get you out of there. I made the bed.”

With his help, you got out of the tub as Bi-Han wrapped the towel around you. He helped you dry off, and right after he helped you prepare your pads. You usually wore two, one situated towards the front and the other more towards the back for full protection. It usually saved you from bleeding through clothes. You slipped on your underwear as you held onto Bi-Han for support who looked away to give you more privacy. He knew how trying these period weeks were.

After you put on your underwear and pads, you got dressed in night attire once again. The cramps that were slightly alleviated by the warm water, were now completely back. You wanted to lay down already. Bi-Han already knew, and he picked you up so he could settle you in bed.

“I will bring you your medication and a heating pad.” Bi-Han said as he kissed your cheek. “I will be back very soon. Try to rest.”

“I love you, my love.” You said to him as you grabbed his hand before he walked off.

He slightly smiled. “I love you more, my firefly.” He squeezed your hand and walked off to get you what you needed. You tried to get comfortable, but the pain was unbearable. Trying to rest with discomfort was not ideal. You waited for Bi-Han to return.

Bi-Han was doing his best to be quick. He knew you needed the medication as soon as possible, but he needed Kuai Liang to heat up the heating pad to perfection. There were some things that Bi-Han could not do.

Kuai Liang was half asleep in his chambers, debating between getting up or laying within his bed. Bi-Han entered his room. “Brother, are you awake?”

Kuai sat up. “Yes, is everything okay, brother?”

“Of course. I need you to do something.” Bi-Han held out one of the Warmies that Tomas had bought at the market for his wife. It was not an unknown fact how much her periods affected her as she had accidents in front of the brothers. They understood that this week meant she was in her worst state.

The pyromancer was more alert now as he took the stuffed animal from Bi-Han, heating it up as much as possible. Bi-Han knew that it would get cold in his hands, so they understood that Kuai needed to heat it up to the maximum temperature the material could withstand. After doing so, he handed it back to Bi-Han. “Rest well, brother. Shall Tomas and I let the Elders know that you are taking the day off?”

“Yes. I will be back tomorrow or the day after.” Bi-Han replied. “Thank you, Kuai Liang.”

They nodded their heads at each other, and Bi-Han made his way to the medicinal cabinet where he grabbed medication for her cramps. She needed one of the highest dosages of medication. Then, he walked to the kitchen, setting the items down so he could heat up tea for her. Green tea was supposedly helpful, but it only eased her nausea and bloating. After he was finished, he took a small tray with the items back to their shared bedroom where she laid with furrowed brows and closed eyes. He set the tray on the table. “Take this, and here is the heating pad. Kuai Liang warmed it up, I’ll cool it down slightly so it does not scald your skin.” He took the stuffed animal and focused on cooling it down as it was very hot to the touch. He did not want it to hurt his wife.

You sipped on the tea and took your medication. You hoped it would kick in soon so you could rest well. After Bi-Han was done messing with the temperature, he laid the animal across your lower stomach where your cramps were centralized. You sighed quietly in the warm relief. “Thank you, my dear.”

“Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat.” Bi-Han asked her with loving eyes.

You shook your head. “No thank you. All I really want are cuddles from you.” You smiled.

He chuckled. “Of course, my dear.” He didn’t mind lazy days like these. He was always working and busy. And with you in his life, he wanted to have more days off to spend with you. He moved closer to you, trying to not freeze you out and make your cramps worse. He eventually settled on wrapping blankets around you so you could retain your warmth. You relaxed in his touch, leaning into him and closing your eyes. Your cramps were still bad, but with the medication beginning to kick in and the drowsiness starting to hit, it was beginning to be drowned out. Closing your eyes, you fell into a deep slumber.

Feeling cold, you shivered as you started to wake up. Bi-Han wasn’t next to you, making you feel sad. Where did he go? Was he called out on a mission? Why didn’t he tell you goodbye?

Before your thoughts could make you feel even more sad, the man himself popped his head in. “Good afternoon, my love. I made you lunch if you feel up for it.”

Your eyes lit up when you saw him. “I thought you left for business. I am a little hungry. I just need to change.”

He nodded his head. “If you need help, I can help you.”

You shook your head. “I think I’m okay. Thank you though. I really appreciate everything, my dear.” You got up from the bed, your vision darkening at the edges from getting up too fast. Bi-Han was there by your side in a flash. You gave him one more head nod to solidify that you were okay, and you trudged to the washroom to change your pad. Or rather, pads. It was the first day, which meant a heavy flow. So, it was often that you had to change. Plus, after a while it started to feel a little gross.

Once changed up, you left the bathroom and met with Bi-Han who had waited patiently outside. He wanted to make sure you were okay. Smiling at him, you followed him to the kitchen in order to eat your lunch. Kuai Liang and Tomas were eating their lunches as well, turning their attention to you.

“Good afternoon, sister!” They both greeted as they continued to devour their foods. You greeted them back.

“How do you feel?” Tomas asked you while you sat next to them. Bi-Han was serving your plate.

“I feel okay. I am really tired and a little faint.” You replied with a small sigh. Bi-Han got you cold water to go with your food. You needed to be hydrated.

Kuai frowned. “Hopefully it will let up soon. Or else Bi-Han is going to have an aneurysm.”

Bi-Han flicked his forehead. “No jokes. You two need to go back to training the soldiers.”

“But our lunch…” Tomas said sadly, making you tear up. Just about everything was making you emotional.

“Let them finish their meals”. You said tearfully as Bi-Han felt himself clam up. He hated making you cry.

He nodded. “Well, you heard her. Carry on.” He gave her her plate of food that she carefully ate. Tomas gave her a small smile that she giggled at. Her moods changed very easily around this time. It wasn’t that they had to walk on eggshells, they carefully had to tread to make sure she didn’t get overwhelmed or cry. Otherwise, Bi-Han would have their heads on ice picks.

The brothers cleared out of the kitchen after they finished their meals, leaving you and Bi-Han. You ate part of your plate, but you did not want to overdo it. Sometimes the nausea came out of nowhere. And you did not want to throw up your meal.

“Back to bed?” He asked you.

You nodded your head. “Yes. I am tired again. And really bloated.”

He felt your tummy, smiling to himself. You were right, you were bloated. It was super cute to him. It made him think about you carrying his child. But he pushed that thought out of his head. Maybe not yet. “Let’s go back to bed. I will be with you.”

He guided you to the bedroom, tucking you into bed before getting himself in bed.

“I love you, my darling.” You told him sleepily, eyes beginning to flutter shut as you cuddled into him.

“I love you more dear.” He responded while kissing the top of your head. “It’s sleep time. Rest well, my love.”

While you slept on him, he read a book. He hardly had the time to read, but on his days off like this, he liked to spend it with you and divulge himself in his interests while doing so. It passed the time while you slept, but sometimes it made him sleepy too. While you slept, he glanced down every once in a while to check on you, but he also admired you. You were beautiful to him. Even while suffering. He loved you very much so.

He marked his place in his book, setting it to the side carefully as to not disturb your sleep. Giving you another kiss on your forehead, he stared at the ceiling until he began to feel drowsy. He listened to your quiet breathing as he began to fall asleep. He would spend as many days like this if it meant that he made you happy and comforted. That’s what mattered to him most.

[mindless-existence1]

Kinktober Day 6

Yuji Itadori x Reader- Ruined Orgasms and Overstimulation

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Authors note: reader is gn and have been dating Yuji for a while. For the plot to work and for it to not be creepy Yuji is aged up to where he's a professional Jujutsu Sorcerer along with reader. My bookie bear help me write this so thank you hope you enjoy 😘😘😘

Yuji had told you he'd be back from his mission days ago. Three days to be exact. You don't have much contact with your boyfriend when he's gone on his missions, every once and a while he'll be able to text or call but that's about it.

So when he gets home you are in-between being mad and wanting to love on your boyfriend. Yuji greets you with a kiss and a big hug, dropping his bag as he enters through the door. "Yuji what happened?" Your voice is dripping with annoyed worry.

"I'm so sorry babe, we took down the main curse but there were too many little ones roaming around to leave when we planned to." You nod your head with a pout, peppering kisses all over his face.

Yuji smiles at the feeling, "Is there any way I can make it up to you?" His voice turns smooth, he leans down into the crook of your neck. Yujis breath drifts over the shell of your ear. You smirk as an idea pops into your head.

"Hmm there is something I can think of." Yuji lightly kisses the spot the connects you neck to your shoulder. Your tone makes him gulp,  "What do you want me to do?"

"Go to the bed for me, take off all of your clothes by the time I get there." Yuji nods his head, kissing your check before quickly rushing towards your shared bedroom.

You take your time turning off the TV and grabbing a water bottle for later. When you do finally get to your bedroom you find a naked flushed Yuji patently waiting on your shared bed. "Yuji did you know you were gone for three extra days?"

Yuji gulps, shuffling around. He feels so vulnerable being naked while you're fully clothed. "I didn't realize it was that long." You slowly shake your head, Yuji clears his throat when he sees you being making your way towards the bed.

He has to fight against the urge to cover himself, knowing it'd make you upset. You slowly straddle your boyfriends lap, his hands instinctively go to your waist.

Yuji bites back a whine when he feels your hand drift towards his throbbing length. His breath hitches when he feels you pumping him to full hardness. Soon he forgets this is supposed to be punishment when you speed up your hand.

Yuji never touches himself when he's away on missions, after a week and a half of being gone he'd gotten desperate. This sweet release feels like heaven, the climax building up in his core reaches its crest.

"Y/n I'm close, please-" a moan that tears from his throat interrupts him. You smile and nodd your head. "Go ahead sweetie." That's all it takes for Yuji to get pushed over the edge.

The only problem, when he finally releases it doesn't feel right. It's like all the pleasure he was feeling was ripped away even tho he was orgasming. He let's out a broken moan as he looks down towards his flushed red cock.

Your hands rested on his lower thighs, away from where he needed you. "Babe? What- why?" You just chuckle, "That's one down, two to go."

Yuji let's out a shaky whine throwing his head back to the bed rest. "No-" Yuji drags out his plea. He begins to speak again but moans instead when he feels your hand back on him. You start off fast instead of slow like normal.

The feeling shocks Yujis senses, every part of him feels sensitive yet he feels needy for more. Yuji's eyes gloss over at the feeling of your slick hand pleasuring him. Your boyfriends hands come to your shoulders desperately gripping them tightly.

"Look so good like this." You lean in towards his ear making him choke out a moan. A mantra of pleas flood from his lips, at this point its all Yuji can say.

"Close-" Yuji can hardly get the word out before he reaches his peak and feels your hand pull away. The prgasm rips through but brings no pleasure. A sob racks through Yuji making him let out a broken moan.

The grip he has on your shoulder tighten, tears stain his cheecks. Yujis entire body shakes with every desperate sob. When his climax dies down his body heaves with every heavy pant. "Y/n please."

You look down to see Yujis flaming red dick slick with past orgasms. You take one hand and bring it to his head, running a hand through his hair. You run your fingers through the slowly drying cum on his muscled chest.

You slowly drift your hand toward Yujis cock making him whimper.

"Baby it's not fair." Yuji begs desperately with a high pitched whine. "What's not fair? I think the punishment fits the crime." Your sultry voice drips like honey, it makes a shiver run down Yuji's spine.

"What crime? I promise sweetheart I didn't mean to." Yuji's voice wavers as he feels your hand come back to his throbbing length. "Oh but Yuji I was so worried, I mean three days I didn't hear from you. But don't worry I'll reward you soon. Promise." Your hand begins pumping quickly.

Yuji feels himself choke on a moan in his throat. The feeling of your hands too much. He feels both overstimulated and understimulated at the same time. Yuji attempts to talk to you but can't let out a single word.

"Aw poor baby. Just use your words." You tease but slow down your hand to give him room to breath. Yuji whimpers, panting heaving breaths. When he calms down enough he speaks, "it hurts y/n, I can't-"

You cut him off with a kiss, "Just say that magic word and I'll stop, you know that." Your words are mumbled against his quivering lips. Yuji just whines, he throws his head bad closing his eyes.

"This is the last one I promise, I won't even ruin this one." Yuji's eyes light up in desperation. His hair slightly sticks to his forearms making him seem extra messy. Yuji's panting heavily with a red face. His eyes seem to have hearts in them the way he looks at you.

Yuji feels the familiar boring feeling building up in his chest. "'M close y/n." Yujis voice slurred with pleasure. You speed up your hands making him lean onto you. His face is buried in your neck, hands desperately grabbing at anything he can reach.

Your chests are flush against each other, his covered in a thin layer of sweat. With a broken sob and a silent scream Yuji comes in your hand for the third time that night. You continue to pump your hand this time instead of taking it away.

Yuji moans in relief at the feels of you pleasuring him through his orgasm. A mantra of 'thank you's fall from his trembling lips. After a minute of helping Yuji through his orgasm you feel him go limp against you.

....after the after care you help him to the bedroom and help him change into pajamas and lay down with him and put on a movie ,preferably one of his favorite movies and he falls asleep on your chest while you mumble words of affection.

[annafoxxx7]

author's note: this is my first ever fic, it sucks so bad i'm sorry. hopefully the next one will be better 🤞🤞

WARNINGS !!!! SMUTTTT (w/plot?) dom!ellie, sub!reader, mentions of knives, mentions of blood, swearing, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), face-riding, lots of gay stuff !! homophobes DNI !!!!!

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“WHO IS THAT? SHOW YOURSELF.” Ellie shouts into the shadows at your figure as you slowly come towards the camp.

You walk out of the brush clutching your side as blood gushes through your shirt. Your clothes are torn up, hardly even covering you anymore. 

“It’s me Ells, it’s just me,” you shout with one hand up and one hand still putting pressure on your wound. 

“Oh my god Y/N, what the fuck happened to you?” 

“It was those guys from last week. They recognized me and started asking about you. I just pulled a knife and tried to fight them but clearly that didn’t work out very well. Eventually I just ran and made sure I lost them.”

“Holy shit, why would you do that? You can’t keep putting yourself in danger for me.” 

“Well, to be fair they would have had to hurt me to get to you so it was kind of done out of my own selfishness,” you chuckled.

“Well, thank you. Either way.”

“You’re… fuck….. Welcome”

Ellie leads you into the camp and has you sit on the small mattress you share every night. She begins to clean the wound. The bleeding has slowed down but any kind of pressure on it hurts so you aren’t very comfortable to say the least. Ellie finishes covering the tear with a fresh, white bandage.

“There, better?”

“Much better. Thank you for always taking care of me Ellie. I know it’s cringy to say but seriously, you’re always so thoughtful.”

“Of course, hun. Do you need anything else?”

“I mean, a distraction would be nice…” you smirk.

“Do you want me to… keep taking care of you?” Ellie begins to kiss down your chest to your stomach, carefully avoiding your bandage. 

“That would be- fuck. That sounds perfect,” you stutter.

Ellie works her way down your stomach and positions herself between your legs. She kisses the inside of your thighs inching closer to your throbbing core. Every kiss is a wave of pleasure, washing away the pain in your wounded side.  You’re aching for her, already dripping for her mouth. She notices.

“You’re so wet for me. You want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes- Ells please. Need you.”

“How do you need me, hun? Use your words.”

“Inside. Need your-” you mumble, unable to form coherent sentences.

“Speak up.” She begins laying soft kisses along your clit.

“Fingers. Please.”

“Whatever makes my girl feel good.”

Ellie teases your entrance before dipping one finger in, then two. She pumps them in and out curling them up with every stroke. She continues licking and kissing at your wet cunt. You thrust into her mouth, wanting more pressure but trying not to hurt your already damaged side. Ellie notices you struggling and proposes something to make you feel better. She stops what she’s doing and flips over onto her back.

“C’mere. Sit down.”

You straddle her and inch towards her mouth. You feel her hot breath against you as you hover over her face. You don’t put all your weight down at first in an attempt not to hurt her. As if she can read your mind, Ellie smiles and says

“You’re not gonna hurt me, hun. You have to ride.”

“Oh ok… like this?” 

You lower down immediately feeling the contact of her lips to your pussy.

“Atta girl… fuck.” 

Ellie melts underneath you. You audibly moan as you begin to ride against her. This was WAY less painful than before and you’re already inching closer to your release. Ellie puts her tongue inside of you thrusting it in and out. Her nose rubs against your swollen bud as you rock into her. She pulls her tongue from your entrance and begins suck on your clit. Ecstasy fills your body as you cum in her mouth. Ellie moans at the taste. You lower yourself off of her and lay on her chest. After a few minutes of heavy breathing and silence, you stutter.

“Did you.. want me to…?” You gesture to her pants.

“Oh- no haha! I’m uh… already taken care of.”

Apparently, the friction of her jeans and the thrill of the whole encounter were enough to make her finish on her own.

“Oh god. Well, maybe next time we can… switch places?” 

She smirks at you.

“I’d like that.”

[onlygarden]

[ in my arms, you're an angel ] - megumi fushiguro

genre: angst/ comfort

description: after yet another rough day, megumi comforts you

megumi knew of the unnecessarily harsh words, tense environment, and uncontrollable feeling of incompetence you had to endure each day. not a day goes by that you don’t feel like a hindrance. he finds it increasingly difficult to watch you come home each day with the same droopy and spiritless expression on your face. he just couldn’t seem to understand why anyone would want to torment such a good-natured person. in all honesty, it’s not like you provoke these people or even give them a single valid reason to heap pain and suffering onto your life. despite your undeserving disposition, they treat you poorly without hesitation anyway. as a result, megumi has witnessed your bright and amusing demeanor gradually dissolve with every strenuous day you’ve endured. it’s almost as if a tiny bit of yourself is brutally snatched from you every time you set foot in that dreadful place. it destroys him.

as you arrive home after another taxing day, you slide your shoes off and shut the door behind you silently. every evening, you always try your hardest not to disturb your boyfriend with your arrival; after all, you know he has a demanding job, too. after half-heartedly slipping off your jacket and hanging your belongings, you trudge your way towards the couch, plopping yourself down quietly. 

‘why am i even sitting down,’ you think quietly, ‘there’s still so much i need to do.’ 

allowing these thoughts to interrupt your momentary relaxation, you quickly gather the motivation to head towards the laundry room. your expression lightens as you notice megumi already moving some clothing into the dryer. “hey, baby,” he says softly after noticing your presence, “i knew you planned to do laundry after you came home today, but i wanted you to be able to relax.” your mouth falls open slightly, then you smile, touched by his sudden affectionate favor. you could honestly cry. megumi often tells you that he cannot stand the way you’re treated at your job. you can tell by the way he looks at you every evening you walk in the door; he can never conceal the way his jaw clenches with anger as he imagines the pain you’ve felt. 

“megumi,” you start, “this is too much. thank you.” 

you can't summon a way to describe the overwhelming feeling of gratitude you have towards your boyfriend in the moment. 

he chuckles at your polite display of appreciation. “what are you thanking me for? i should thank you for always coming home and continuing to work hard after a rough day.” 

you beam at his words. he is truly the only person who makes your endless, tiring efforts feel recognized and appreciated. whenever you fall into a seemingly infinite spiral of agony, megumi helps you to regain your vigor effortlessly. 

“you know, megumi,” as you speak, he gazes at you with his full attention, and his eyes hold a gentle enthusiasm, “this week was especially rough… so i just want you to know how much i appreciate this.” 

once the last syllable leaves your mouth, tears begin to trail towards the brim of your eyes. the ever-so-observant boyfriend he is, megumi immediately takes notice of this, and steps closer to you in a gentle manner. “(y/n), you don’t have to hold it in when you’re with me,” his gaze is so intense that you hardly even register the trail of tears sliding down your face. “it’s so hard to watch all your happiness fade away everyday, and it’s even harder knowing that there’s nothing i can do about it while it’s happening.” his large hands slide up and down your arms, then he places them underneath either side of your jaw. “but the very least i can do to help is be present in each moment, so it doesn’t become unbearable. let me help you take some of the weight off your shoulders, i can’t stand to see this side of you.” 

you briefly avert your gaze from his, the burning sympathy in his eyes making it difficult to maintain eye contact with him.

 “talk to me baby,” he says as he moves his hands to your shoulders, sliding his thumbs back and forth to offer you more reassurance. 

when you return your eyes to his, any bit of emotion you were holding back comes pouring down. he pulls you towards his chest with a soft thud, one hand resting on the back of your head, and the other resting on your hip. “i just don’t understand,” you begin, as you lift your arms to wrap around his body. “i don't understand what i ever did to any of those people to deserve to be treated this way,” 

megumi squeezes his eyes shut, slightly furrowing his brows at the pain seeping through each of your words. he’s utterly heartbroken by your display of such raw emotion. “i try my best to be friendly and kind with every single one of them, and i always go out of my way to be helpful even though my job is already so difficult, but they still treat me like i’m worth nothing.” you continue to cry into his chest, being muted by the close proximity. 

“they’re all a bunch of pathetic losers.” 

you can’t help but giggle at the bluntness of your boyfriend’s statement. 

he’s seething with anger upon hearing these things, but your slight laugh quells it a bit. “as much as i want to force all of them to treat you like the angel you are, i know i can’t actually do it.” 

he pulls you back to admire every detail of your face and watch the sadness fade from your eyes. “but, i know i can help you forget about the stress you experience everyday, and i can help you remember that you’re the most amazing thing to ever exist in this world.” 

you smile, genuinely flustered by your boyfriend’s loving description of you. he grabs your hand, and slowly runs his thumb over your knuckles.

“it’s okay, baby. you don’t have to worry about it when you’re with me.”

[starogeorgina]

Violent delights

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

1.04

Your mother stares at her eldest son with admiration; she respected him for his proposal to protect his family, but she could sense your hesitation. “Jacaerys...,” she sighs, “my kindhearted boy, that is the most honorable of proposals, but—”

“A genius idea,” Daemon states, cutting your mother off before she can continue. “Aemma will be a Velaryon, thus protected from the greens.”

A heaviness builds in your chest as you listen to your mother and Daemon discuss the political benefits that would come from you marrying Jacaerys. Watching your mother cradle her growing bump highlighted the disadvantages. You’d never be able to give him a male heir or possibly any children of his own.

“I’m not suggesting this as a political arrangement,” Jace states. Your mother's eyes widen at her son’s words, and she looks up at Daemon, who’s grinning. He didn’t seem surprised by your brother's idea. “You're proof that marrying for love works.” Jace looks over to you, his dark eyes full of fear. “Lyarra?”

Struggling to find your voice, you look between the three of them, knowing that none of them wants to hear what you have to say. You loved your older brother far too much to let him marry you for the sake of honor; he deserves better. Tears start to build behind your eyes at the same time Aemma begins to scream, “I need to tend to Aemma; excuse me.”

You practically run out of the room, not looking back as your name is called.

The moment the door to your bedchamber is closed, you begin to sob, your stream of tears matching your daughters. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you say, softly kissing the side of her head. “It will all be okay, I promise.”

Reluctantly, you call for a wet nurse; not being able to feed Aemma yourself plagues you with guilt. When the wet nurse arrived, you handed Aemma to her and excused yourself. You go and stand on a small balcony just off your room, watching the waves crash below, not caring about your skin and clothes getting soaked.

You close your eyes, hearing footsteps closing in from behind. You just needed a few more seconds to clear your head before you were no doubt ambushed about how rude you were to leave so abruptly, but to your surprise, nobody speaks. You can feel their body heat rubbing off on you when a large cloak is draped over your shoulders, then the hood is pulled down to cover your face.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You open your eyes and look into the bloodshot eyes of your brothers; it hurts to see him looking so hurt by your own actions. “You didn’t. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run off like that, but I was just so overwhelmed.”

“Please don’t apologize or explain; it’s my fault. I put you on the spot, which I shouldn’t have done; I should have asked you privately.”

You cup the side of his face and say, “My sweet Jacaerys. I know you want to do everything you can to protect Aemma, and I am wholeheartedly thankful for that.”

He stares at you in disbelief. “You really think that’s the only reason I proposed marriage? Lyarra I was heartbroken when you married Aegon. And not just because he is cruel and vulgar, but because I’d be losing you forever. I’ve loved you since I was a boy, and I don’t ever imagine the day that I don’t. But I will not force you into another marriage.”

You cut him off by crashing your lips against his. Warm tears spill down your cheeks. You pull back from the kiss, rest your forehead against his, and chuckle softly. “I used to dream of marrying you when I was younger. How happy our grandsire would be, what we would name our children... but I stopped believing it was ever possible when Alicent declared I was a match made for Aegon.”

“If this is something we both want, then nothing is standing in our way.”

The sky above you had turned black as the winds picked up and the rainfall became much heavier. It was so dark that you could hardly see Jace standing in front of you, sighing and shaking your head. “I may never be able to give you an heir... After everything that Aegon put me through, the idea of ever laying with a man again... I just don’t know if I can do it. I’m sorry.”

“I will never force you to do something that you don’t want too. All I want is to keep you safe; as for an heir, we already have Aemma.”

Your eyes brim with tears, but this time it’s from happiness. “You mean it? Even though she is no-t”

“Aemma is my blood; I would risk my life protecting her regardless of what happens between us,” he says, clearing his throat. “But I promise you I will love her as my own, the same way Daemon has loved us.”

You kiss him again, but this time it is significantly more tender and sweet. “We should inform them of our decision,” you laugh, “assuming, of course, the proposal is still an option.”

He kisses you on the cheek before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and ushering you inside. You feel as if you are floating as your head spins with everything happening so fast. You just prayed to the gods that this wasn’t a dream you could ever wake up from.

𝘏𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘳 / 𝘝𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘪 𝘷ã𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢 / 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘰

𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘪 / 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢 𝘪ā𝘳𝘻𝘢 𝘴ì𝘳 / 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘱ã 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘪 /

𝘗𝘳ü𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘴ē𝘵𝘦𝘬𝘴𝘪 / 𝘏𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘺 𝘮ä𝘻𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯 / 𝘘𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢

𝘰𝘻û𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪 / 𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘰ñ𝘰 𝘫ê𝘥𝘰 / 𝘙ÿ 𝘬𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘪

𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘸𝘰 / 𝘑𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 / 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 / 𝘈𝘯𝘥

𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 / 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 / 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 / 𝘈 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 / 𝘛𝘩𝘦

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 / 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 / 𝘖𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

“Fuck!”

Hearing Jace moan loudly in pleasure caused you to speed up your actions. You were eager to give him the relief he desperately sought. Usually you would enjoy teasing him, but since you rarely got alone time together, you needed to be quick.

“Lyarra, please,” he begs. “Please don’t stop.”

You pumped his member into your hand while Jace continued to lick and suck at your breast. He had seen your body change many times over the past few years, but his lust for you hadn’t changed. It was only seconds after the door to your bedchamber closed that he had you pinned up against the wall, his lips clashing against your own. Craving to touch him, you didn’t bother attempting to undress Jace; you pushed your hand into his waistband and took hold of his already hard cock. At the same time, Jace bit and sucked at your neck before pulling the top of your dress down so he could have better access to your heavy chest.

With a knock at the door, you and Jace jump apart; he quickly shoves himself back into his trousers while you pull the top of your dress back up. Unsure what to expect, you shared a look of concern with him; you’d explicitly asked to be left alone and only interrupted if it was important. You smooth your dress down nervously before opening the door to face one of your mother's handmaids.

She bows, “Forgive the intrusion; Princess Rhaenyra has urgently requested both your presence.”

Jacaerys thanks her before taking your hand, and quickly you head in the direction of the chambers your mother was in. Silently, you prayed it wasn’t anything too serious. Both you and your mother were pregnant again and stressful situations was the last thing you needed.

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“Absolutely not!” Your husband clenches his fists and says, “You cannot go to King's Landing. I will not have you relive the hell you went through.”

You glance at your daughter, who happily snuggles into what looks like an old rag, holding it close to her face as she sleeps in your bed, unfazed by her father's loud voice. Jacaerys has always been hot-tempered but usually manages to maintain his composure; however, he was being pushed to the edge. His brown eyes are full of guilt and shame when he looks down at his daughter.

Lord Corlys' eldest nephew, Vaemond, insisted he should be Corlys' chosen successor, claiming your three eldest brothers were bastards and your mother was guilty of committing adultery. To keep Lucerys as the rightful heir of Driftmark, your family would need to travel to the keep and fight for his claim.

“We will be fine, my love, Alicent-”

“She is cruel; she will do anything she can to further the claim that me, Luke, and Joffrey are bastards,” he says quietly. “I will do anything to protect our brother, but I’m not putting you at risk at the same time.”

You could tell he was holding something back as he pulled on the threads of the soft gray fur hanging on the bottom of the bed. “Things will be different this time; I won’t be alone.”

“What if Aegon sees Aemma and…”

“And?” You cup his face gently and say, “You’re her father, Jace. You’re the one who raised her, and she loves you as her father. No matter what anyone says, that will never change.” You could see the doubt in his eyes. “They wouldn’t dare say or do anything to our sweet little girl; otherwise, they would have the whole of house Velaryon to deal with. Not to mention Daemon; he would bring fire and blood if they ever hurt his children or grandchildren.”

“I suppose you are right.” Looking defeated, he sits on the chair by the foot of the bed and sighs, “If my legitimacy is put into question, then so is our children’s.”

The gods had been kind since your marriage to Jacaerys, blessing you with both healthy male and female heirs. After a year of marriage, you finally felt ready to lay with your husband, and not long after, your second daughter was born. You named her Rhaenys after your grandmother on your father's side. Less than two years later, you give birth to twin sons, Avery and Aethan. All of them shared your Targaryen features; however, you secretly hoped the next one looked like Jace. “Then we will remind them that we are part Targaryen, and the blood of the dragon runs thick through our veins and our children’s. We need to do this; we need to go and show a united front for our family. For Lucerys. I will not allow the greens to treat him the same way they treated me.”

“Your bravery never fails to amaze me,” he says, kissing the back of your hand. For the first few months of your second pregnancy, Jacaerys often found you kneeling, eyes closed, hands pressed together, while you prayed for your babe to be healthy. It was then that he truly understood how terrifying living in the keep and going through each pregnancy alone must have been. Ever since he took every opportunity to remind you of that, He lets out a soft chuckle. “Do you think our dragons will be restless without us near?”

“We shall bring them with us. I will fly on Viserion and you on Vermax to the keep; our children can either fly with us or go in the carriage with our mother and Daemon.”

A little more content Jacaerys nods in agreement before he starts to get ready for bed. You force a smile, afraid to admit how truly scared you are to return to the keep.

[onmyyan]

Yandere Gabe nsfw 😳💕

A/N: I don't smoke cigarettes but I feel like I needed one after writing this lmao hope you enjoy!! NOT EDITED

TW'S: YANDERE,SMUT, READER HAS A COOCHIE, ORAL(F RECEIVING), DADDY KINK, BREEDING KINK(WRAP UR WILLYS IRL) CURSING

You don't remember exactly how you'd ended up with your legs spread as wide as they could go, but there you were panting like an animal in heat because the man between your thighs didn't know when to quit.

You think you'd made some off handed comment about being stressed? It was hard to remember with your pussy being devoured the way it was.

Your mind began to fuzz over with the insane amount of pleasure you were experiencing, he ate you like a beast, sloppy and messy and almost mean. You'd cum twice already just on his mouth and he gave no signs of slowing down. Incoherent whines of his name pulled a shiver inducing chuckle from him.

"I know baby," he spoke between licks, "-you're doing so good f'me." He had you on the edge of the bed, knees over his shoulders, he used his grip on your ass to pull you even deeper against his hot tongue. "Mmm, my girl tastes so fuckin' good- I don't know if I can stop." He sighed happily against your soaked core, your arousal dripped a mess down his chin but he hardly noticed, far to focused on pulling another wail of his name from your swollen lips, the still functioning part of your brain wondered who was enjoying this more, but the tell-tale sign of your end approaching quickly shut that part down, all you could do was brace yourself against his Egyptian cotton sheets and cry out for him, the rollercoaster of pressure caused tears to bead at your lower lash line, your fingers went from nearly tearing holes in the sheets to aimlessly pulling at his blue strands in an attempt to run from the feeling, yet you also grinded that much harder, like your body didn't know what sensation to listen to, he made the choice for you, licking a firm line from your twitching hole up to your bud, wrapping his plush lips around your clit, he made sure to look you in the eye before he sucked so hard your vision went black.

The intensity had you letting out the sweetest mewl He'd ever heard, your thighs shaking as he worked you through it, "There we go- c'mom sweetie gimmie' one more." His wicked smile gleamed down at your spent form, a thick finger gently teased your messy cunt until he curled it upward, the motion only extending the orgasm.

He coo'd up at your panting form, loving how fucked out you looked just from some foreplay, he stood to lean over you and kiss what little breath you had away, moaning into your mouth as he felt you gently massage his tongue with your own, tasting yourself, the sight making his cock jump. He pulled away, kneeling before you in all in glory and trailed a hand down his statuesque body, you eyed him with just as much hunger as his own gaze.

"You still want me to fuck you baby? Think you can take it?" He asked almost cocky, head tilted to the side as he watched the fire return to your eye. "I know I can take it-" the words died on your tongue as he moved his hand to hold his dickprint through the low hanging gray sweats he had on, even through the fabric you could see he was big, thick too, precum had left a dark stain where you assumed the tip was. Swallowing dryly you nodded, the nervous buzz at his size was far outweighed by your excitement.

You moved to sit on your knees, since he was standing this put you at eye level with the monster he was working with. Your nails danced up his body leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, he shuddered at the sensation, a whine nearly left his throat when you began playing with his happy trail. "Shit- you're gonna make me bust without touching it." He laughed out taking your hands in his much larger ones.

"I gotta to fuck you princess." He smiled down as you began to paw at his remaining clothes. "Then do it." You finally managed to speak again, pressing a few kisses up his happy trail until you met his lips. He nearly fell from how fast he took off his pants, the two of you shared an mix of kisses and giggles as he laid you down.

Butterflies danced wildly in your tummy as he hovered above you placing his lips on every inch of skin he could, he leaned over on both hands, his chain tickled you as he moved to sit on his knees. "Tell me if it's too much okay baby girl?" He waited until your nod to take his hand and grab his twitching dick, he slid the hot tip against your folds, teasingly tapping it against your clit just to see you twitch. After making sure he was good and lubed up, he began to gently but firmly push his way inside.

The hiss he made as he inched his way in had you soaking the sheets even more, his eyes fluttered closed as the head slowly popped in. "Oh my fucking-oh fuck okay- shit gimme a sec- god damn I almost came." He laughed breathlessly before it turned into a long moan, he couldn't help but rock his hips, small circles had him going deeper and deeper with every thrust.

You'd taken to digging your nails into the muscle of his toned back as hard as you could in an effort not to wake the neighbor's. "You're so big- mmmh fuck oh, oh god." You whined out throwing your head into his neck at the burning stretch, it felt too fucking good, he was reaching places even you didn't know you were sensitive.

"Bite me." He huffed out, not asking but telling and you instantly complied, a good thing since he took the chance to pull nearly all the way out before slamming home. His groan was downright salacious, your wails muffled by his skin, you bit down so hard you'd leave a bruise but this only egged him on. He whined praises in your ear as he set an unforgiving pace, the loud, sloppy sounds were like a symphony to him. His grunts and growls barely drowned out by the lewd noises coming from your pretty pussy.

He chanted your name like a prayer as he bullied his cock into you, the vice like grip you had on him had his mind going blank, he couldn't get enough of that electrifying feeling he got as he continuously pounded into your sex. He suddenly sat up, using your hips as handles he began pulling you to meet his harsh thrusts.

He loved how you cried for him, how you begged, the pretty way your face twisted when he hit that particular spot. He knew then and there he'd never get enough of being so close to you. And that he'd be the only person to ever see this side of you again.

He trailed his hand up your soft stomach, fingers spread wide to firmly press against the bump in your lower tummy. "Feel me right here? This is where I belong." He didn't stop until he felt you gush around him, the breathy moans he let out had you twitching. He pulled out of you with a hiss, you whined at the lack of contact making him grin, "Don't worry baby- I just wanna try somethin' kay?" He pressed a sweet kiss to you cheek before sitting against the headboard and patting his muscular thighs.

"C'mon, i'ma get so deep like this watch." He sounded so giddy as he helped your shaking figure into his lap. You both watched in amazement as you sat down, both in awe at how such a big thing could disappear, you couldn't help but cry at the stretch, he wasn't joking you felt him in your throat, he began panting like a dog as you slowly rocked your core against his.

Big strong hands gripped at your hips so hard there was no doubt you'd have finger shaped bruises tomorrow but you'd wear them with pride. It took every ounce of self control not to immediately fuck up into you, he groaned out all sorts of curses in Spanish in an attempt to keep his cool, a task that seemed impossible with the sweet little whines and broken moans of his name coming from your mouth.

You tried to match his pace from before but the way he was blowing your back out left you with little energy. He'd coo at the visible frustration on your face, the way you tried to keep a steady pace but clearly got tired had him blushing, god he loved that expression on you, your eyes were lidded, your skin was hot, you looked as if you were meant to be there, bouncing on his cock in that hypnotic rhythm, one of your hands pressed against his abdomen to keep balance the other held the back of his neck in a vice, "Nnng-fuck, atta girl, keep going you can do it." He'd encourage through his choppy moans, the sinful grin he sported only spurred you on. He had to fight the primal urge to flip you on your stomach and just ruin you.

"Please baby- s'too much." You whined at the burn in your thighs, the gut punch that was his dick felt soo good but he loved making you work for it, you'd only been on top for a few minutes but already the need for pleasure outweighed anything else at the moment, you couldn't help but slow your bounce to grind, he was so deep it knocked the breath from you with every roll of your hips.

"You need some help baby? Better ask me right." His hands gently pushed you back until he slipped out of you completely, the sticky reddened tip slapping just under your bellybutton.

The sight sending a jolt up your back, how on earth was that just in you? The mess you two were making left a puddle beneath you both and the image made his eyes darken.

"Please Daddy? Y'feel too good." Your breathy pleading was met with a bruising kiss, his hot tongue slipping between your lips. "That's my girl." His pupils were blown out as he pressed his mouth against your chest in a sloppy trail of kisses.

He worked his way up to the juncture between your neck and shoulder, placing his lips there gently before sinking his teeth into the flesh, when he was satisfied with his mark he took your earlobe between his teeth enjoying the sweet whines it pulled from you.

That be all the warning you'd get before he'd flipped you on your tummy, giving your ass an appreciative squeeze with both hands, and waste no time plunging back inside your warmth.

He wouldn't hide his moans, guttural sounds coming from deep in his chest, the hand not gripping the fat of your ass would gently take your fingers in his own, he sucked dark marks into the nape of your neck, making sure to lick at you ear in the way that had your pussy gushing.

The pace he set was unrelenting, the constant knock from the headboard hitting the wall spurred him to pound into you even harder. He turned your sweaty face to the side, brushing the hair from you eye with a tender look, the sweet kiss would immediately turn hot as he sucked your tongue pulling away with a pop, the lewd expression he stared down at you with had you clenching around him. "You feel so fuckin' good-squeezing me so tight. Fuck, god damn it your gonna' make me lose my mind."

The room was thick with the heavy scent of sex, both of your moans bouncing around paired with the constant buzz of pleasure had that coil in your tummy tight, sweat drenched and panting, he smiled into the kiss he gave you. "You close Mi Amor? I can feel you twitchin' round me." He felt his breath pick up, groaning against your lips, "Mmh-fuck gonna let Daddy fill you baby? Gonna let me fuck you full?" Unable to speak you babbled out what you hoped was yes, nodding your head to the best of your ability, your mind under the most wonderful blissed out haze. His nose scrunched at the adorable display, he loved how sweet you could be despite he the way he was bullying his dick inside you.

"Open your eyes- wanna look at you when I make you cum." He cut himself off with a groan, his balls tightened at the way you greedily sucked him in, and like the good girl you were your eyes snapped open, he growled out his praises as he pressed his forehead against your own, your nails left streaks of red down his back and he could feel himself get that much closer, it wasn't until your last broken wail of his name did he let himself be swept away, the way your pussy clamped down around him as you came for the umpteenth time that night had his hips stuttering, he pressed into you as deep as he could, his eyes rolled back as he let himself fill you, each spurt of his hot cum had him shivering.

He all but collapses atop you, making sure not to crush you under his weight, he remains inside, way too sensitive to attempt moving, plus he loved how warm you felt. Your hands began playing with his short cyan locks, pulling the cutest pleased hum from him, after a few moments of blissed out silence he regained enough energy to lift his hand for a high five.

You gave him one, naturally, and he caught your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"We're kinda fucking amazing at that- hoooly shit." He giggled out, still out of breath, the bear of a man stared up at you from his spot between your legs looking far less feral than he did mere moments ago, you returned his blissful grin and kissed his fingers.

"We kinda are."

[insuke69]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a hobie x trans!reader mtf kinda like the ftm one you did, and if so please tag me in it

His Girl.

★Hobie Brown x Mtf!reader <3

☆You're feeling insecure of something you know you can't get rid of any time soon. At least Hobie would never mind.

★ ; Angst, misgendering mentioned, descriptions of crying, pre-bottom surgery, fluff.

☆ Transphobia = Blocked 849 words.

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You look at the woman in the mirror you’ve worked so hard to maintain, making you feel like you inside. After years of taking hormone therapy to kill off the misplaced testosterone and replace them with as much estrogen you could.

Little bitties grew, thinner hairs to shave, and finally being the girl you’ve known you were ever since you saw your friends wear dresses, Hardly anyone could tell; You’re always told ‘You don’t look trans?’ as if trans girls looked any different from the ones assigned as such at birth.

All was good except for one thing.

One thing that could have been good if you were cis.

Of course it's convenient whenever you and your boyfriend, Hobie, are having intimacy, but beyond that: It’s difficult to try and tuck every hour of the day spent in public and you can only dream of wearing thin dresses without that incorrectly positioned dick.

Except you had found a summer dress at a thrift shop while on a date with Hobie and bought it because of it’s cutthroat price and at how it would seem to hug your body perfectly once its being worn, the color would be breathtaking against your skin and ‘on the floor of my bedroom’ as Hobie put it.

That impulsive buy ended up having its repercussions, you were in the bathroom and you almost felt like you were gonna cry.

It wasn’t that the dress didn’t fit, You tried it on when you were buying it, But you were tucked then. Usually when you re-enter the comfort of your own home you get comfortable on the couch or in bed and quit worrying about being tucked or not.

But promptly forgetting about it, your default of having your sex free in the confines of your underwear. That bulge peeking through the soft fabric which made you frown, whining with your hands over your face with frustration.

It’s so hard to try and be as womanly as possible, if it’s not hormones it’s the clothing. If it isn’t clothing, It’s the people and homophobes. If it isn't any that bullshit; It’s the one thing you’re fully stuck with until you can afford the surgery.

Your body.

Hobie had heard the whines from the other side of the door and soon began knocking on it. “Sweethear’?” He asked as the door opened slowly, being greeted by you quickly wiping your eyes free of the fallen tears.

“Hey hey hey..” He said with his voice being gentle and soft as if speaking to a baby, his hands moving towards you to pull them away from your face, soon wiping your tears himself. “What’s wrong?”

You frowned more as you looked up at him, you felt your throat grow an unforgiving lump, and not wanting to talk because you knew your voice would crack with your words.

“The dress doesn’t look good on me..” You mumbled after being able to find your voice, looking down at the dress adorning your frame and straightening it out by your hips to express what you mean.

“What are you talking about? You’re beautiful..” he responded softly as he looked down at you and your body with his eyes gazed at you as if you were the only woman in town, in the city, at all. 

“The dress is too thin- and I’ll have to always be tucked and it’s annoying how I’m literally just a girl but born in the wrong body.” You cried, to which hobie wrapped his arms around you with one hand cradling the back of your head.

“Shh.. Shh.. You’re alrigh’, You’re going to be fine. Soon you’ll have the surgery, soon you wouldn’ even recognize the boy that was once there.” He tried to reassure before you cut him off.

“Soon! I don’t care about soon I need Now, I don’t want to have to wait-”

“Exactly, You’re stuck like this. Things may look bad but look on the brighter side. You have me that will support you along the way, You have the access to hormones and you have something to look forward to. I bet this day in two years will breeze on and by then the only thing about you that wouldn’t be accommodated to the girl you are is a letter in a birth certificate.”

You felt yourself get less tense at his words and melt a bit more into his comforting touch and his words soothing your ears to your brain.

Once the atmosphere calmed down, Hobie kissed the top of your head and leaned over a little more in order to whisper in your ear, “Besides, we can have so much fun in said two years.”

You roll your eyes playfully and soon feel his lips close over yours, and your beating heart pumping downwards in a familiar way. And he slowly eases you against the bathroom sink and hands lowering to the ends of your dress just below your hips, and his voice a low raspy siren call.

“Lemme show you how much fun I can ‘ave wit’ my girl..”

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Stopping right before the smut because feminism or something (/j)

I'm not a trans woman so I'm sorry if I got anything bad or wrong! Commissions = open

[angrelysimpping]

Not only am I incredibly normal about @rotting-ink 's Rot of Witchwood, but I'm *also* incredibly normal about the two demons, mhm mhm 😖

Contents: GN Saleos, (they/them); Saleos has a cock but I 1000% feel like they'd have a strap on that they'd still refer to as as their cock; GN Reader/Witch, (you/your); pet play; the witch has a collar; begging; slight pain; toxic relationships

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Your thighs ached from having fucked yourself on Saleos for what must have been well over an hour by now, but that didn’t matter. They just watched you, gold eyes flashing with a small smile as you rode them. They didn’t even touch you, help you. Saleos, for all the time you’ve been humping their cock, looks unbothered. They could just as easily be watching a show at the opera right now for how unruffled they looked.

Arms looped around their shoulders, you tuck your head into the crook of their neck, inhaling their scent as you keep moving. Hole puffy and sore, pain mixed with pleasure, exactly what Saleos loved to shower you in. They chuckle low as you groan, thighs trembling. Your fluids stain your skin and Saleos’ clothes, cum and drool and tears. Later they’ll tease you about what a messy pet you are, as if they didn’t get off on having you naked in their lap while they were fully dressed.

“So good,” you slurred into their skin. You lean back from their neck, try to meet their gaze. Eyes hazy, you can see a spark of something in those golden depths as they hook a finger under your collar, tugging you closer to them.

Their teeth flash in the low light as they smile, hummed words rumbling in their chest as they speak, “Yes, pet? You feel good?”

Their words curl in your ear, and you shudder as you nod. “Good, s-so g-good.”

They laugh again, tongue flicking out to lick over your neck, the skin right above your collar. Their collar. Saleos’ collar decorating your throat. You whine at the contact, tongue still somehow hot against your burning skin. You try to press closer to them, to seek out the safety that had been hiding your face in the hollow between their neck and shoulder, but they don’t let you.

“Go on my pretty little pet witch, tell me more.”

You sob, brain struggling to find the words you needed. “So g-good. You, you m-make me feel s-so good.”

They give a low hum of encouragement, making a small gesture for you to continue.

You know what they want, and you're in no position to deny them. Any restraint you had left, any shred of dignity that once stilled your tongue, died.

“Fuck, Saleos.” You let a high pitched whine, angling your hips so the tip of their cock presses against a particularly sensitive spot inside you. “Fuck,” you sigh again, eyes rolling back as you chase that pleasure. “You m-make me f-feel so good. O-only you make me feel l-like this.” You hiccup, vision going fuzzy. “G-God, you. Only you. Saleos. Saleos.”

You keep babbling, unthinking as you go on and on. Saleos lets you, their grin widening all the while.

Soon, you're not saying any words at all, just whining and making tiny, unintelligible sounds as your hips keep moving.

Saleos let go of your collar, and you let your head loll back. Every little sound you make seems to reverberate in the room, chest heaving as you keep bouncing yourself in their lap.

It's now that Saleos finally touches you.

A shudder racks your body as their hands ghost up your sides, fingers tracing over your stomach, ribs. Every inch of your skin tingles, craving their touch, and you can't help but let out a pathetic, choked sound as there's hardly any pressure behind their touch, a phantom fragment of feeling. That is, until nails scrape over your nipples, slow and cruel.

“Saleos,” you gasp, brain going utterly silent as the euphoria of their touch overwhelmed you. “Saleos, please.” The air feels heavier against your skin as your head spins. Almost delirious, you continue. “Please, please.” You don't know what you're asking for, what you're begging for. But it feels right, like you're doing exactly what you're meant to do. “P-please, please, Saleos.”

You keep begging, thighs shaking, straining as you finally start to reach the end of your stamina. Chanting, it starts to feel like those are the only words you know, the only words you need to know: your owner's name and how to plead with them.

Their hands leave your chest and in one quick, rough motion, they curl two fingers under your collar and yank you down so your pleasure glazed eyes look into theirs. You could get lost in them. Deep golden honey. The sun itself. Warmth and life, rich and endless. The eyes of the demon who owned you.

“Cum for me, darling.”

That's what you needed. What you'd been unknowingly begging for. Your orgasm rips through you violently, a high pitched keen ripped from your throat.

You collapse forward, each breath more a sob than anything else. Utterly spent, you press your lips to the soft skin of their neck as you struggle to form two more words before you slip into unconsciousness.

“Th-Thank y-you.”

If you'd managed to stay awake, maybe the light in Saleos’ eyes and the sharp grin on their face would make you rethink choosing them as your mate. Yet, as it was, you were blissfully unaware, cocooned in their scent as you finally rested.

[glitchytrait]

Whoever Loves Her Next - 07

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Throughout the next few weeks after I told my parents, the name of the game was avoidance. I was avoiding everything possible when it came to even thinking about Harry, but the world made this harder on me than I ever would have thought.

I should have known before ever getting on the plane to Florida that I would be caught by paparazzi there. It hardly took 24 hours for the pictures to spread all over social media, along with the presumptions from both fans and magazines. Most of them were correct in assuming I was pregnant, but neither Harry or I had taken to the press to confirm anything. I know he wouldn’t want to say something to anyone without my permission. As for me, I refuse to step back into the spotlight before I’m ready.

It takes a couple days and one post in particular for me to decide to log out of all my social medias for the time being. It was a short video clip from the night of the concert before we lost Michael, one that I had been refusing to see ever since it started spreading.

It shows Harry’s face the very moment he saw Alex offstage, signaling him to come off despite them being in the midst of a song. He didn’t hesitate. He nearly dropped his guitar and sprinted off the stage, knowing just by a glance that something was wrong. The video ends abruptly as everyone in the audience realized that something was happening. I held my phone against my chest and fought back the tears at the memories rushing through my mind.

From that moment, I knew I couldn’t handle anymore bombardment from the fans and press. I didn’t even announce my departure from my accounts, I just logged out without a word to anyone. If anyone I knew needed to contact me, they’d have to do it through a text or phone call.

The avoidance came in other ways, too. My coworkers had been asking about my trip, but I brushed it aside every time they brought it up. Occasionally, I would hear two of the younger staff members whispering when I would step into the break room for a drink. I knew it was about me, and yet, I still did my best to ignore it.

On top of that, I had put off making an appointment with my OBGYN almost every day. My annual exam wasn’t for another few months, so she would know something was up the moment I called. I hadn’t even worked up the courage to search for the office’s phone number yet. The closest I got was sitting on my bed in near tears, clinging onto the pregnancy test with one hand as the other wiped at my eyes.

I knew one of the hardest parts of being pregnant again would be telling my friends. I could hardly even admit it to myself, so saying it to another person felt like mission impossible. One of my closest friends, Clarissa, was the first one I told and was completely out of the blue.

She insisted on taking me shopping to get me out of the house, as she knew how depressed I was, but not the reason why. Her intentions were good, but all I could think about as she sifted through the racks of clothes was that soon, I’d be outgrowing all of mine due to the little person in my stomach.

“What you really need is a new dress,” Clarissa insisted. “A night out on the town with me and some hot guys is the perfect way to make yourself feel alive again.”

“I don’t know,” I mumbled as we went to the next rack, this one being full of short, glittery dresses. “I don’t really need new party clothes.”

“Well, then what part of the store do you want to go to?” She asked.

My stomach started twisting into a knot as I spoke. “Maybe the maternity section?”

The moment the words fall out of my mouth, I can feel her eyes on me. Her lips are parted not only in surprise, but worry. She knows how terrifying pregnancy is for me now, but I can tell that she is so shocked she doesn’t know what to say. I do it for her as the tears begin welling up in my eyes.

“I didn’t go on vacation. I went to Harry.” My voice wavers when I speak his name, and she reaches out to rest a hand on my shoulder while I wipe at my eyes to stop them from overflowing.

“He’s just so different from who he was,” I tell her. “And I know I’m different, too, it’s just…”

“Scary?” Clarissa assumes correctly, and I nod in response. “Are you scared that you’re too different to get back together?”

I huff in frustration when a tear manages to escape. I quickly wipe it away as I reply. “I’m scared of that; I’m scared of losing the baby. I’m scared of everything. To move too much or breathe too hard. I’m scared I could fuck it all up again and make him fall back into the pit he was in a few months ago.”

“You didn’t fuck anything up, babe.” She pulls me by my shoulder to enter a hug. This only makes me want to cry more. “And you can’t bend over backwards for him to try keeping him away from the pit. You have to focus on staying away from it yourself.”

A sob erupts from the back of my throat, and I squeeze her tightly. “I don’t know how to stay away when every day, I seem to be a little closer to the edge.”

“That’s what you have me for,” she assures me. “I’ll always be here to bring you back, okay?”

I sniffle as I rest my head against her. “Okay.”

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[vampcubus]

True. And my ass needs a whimpering Gyutaro, so here we are. Enjoy the submissive thingamabob my half awake brain concocted, dear. Despite his acrid personality and rough appearance, Gyutaro is surprisingly obedient as a sub, often complying without question and rarely ever needing to punished. In fact, his brattier side next to never rears its head unless his day's been particularly bad and he's clinging to that little shred of pride he has. What do you do to tame him then? First off, make sure to restrain him after establishing that he was outright pissing you off. He'll spew vitriol at you, but, as his dom, you know that he was lying through his fucking teeth while being bound by your pretty wisteria soaked ropes. Just stay collected and tack on another punishment by tying a cloth gag around his head. "If you're going to talk to me like that, then little brats like you don't get to speak." Gyutaro won't like that and try to gnaw through the fabric. Pull his hair if he tried, it's a weak spot and it often gets his eyes rolling if you tug roughly on the tuft atop his head. Make sure to tease him for it. When Gyutaro gets bratty, you'll very much need to be a hard dom, making sure to break him to send him to subspace, so being versatile is needed, as one day he'll act like a snuggly bunny rabbit that just wants to rest his head in your lab and the next he'll behave like a rabid St. Bernard dog that's ready to tear off everyone's arms. Manhandling him will come in handy; he internalized the idea of you being fragile, so he's likely to give little to no resistance if you decide to force him into whatever position you see fit, though he will growl and tell you to watch yourself or he'll bite you. The gag method silences that. Mild impact play also works too, plus he likes it. Breaking skin with your nails? He's drooling. Hitting his thigh roughly with a flog? Yes, please, that gets him going. Biting him until he bleeds on the back of his neck or anywhere his black marks are? Moaning like a bitch in heat. Congrats, he's hit subspace. After that, you can go back to being soft, pliant, your sweet boy. As for what type of sub he is normally, he's very much a sub that's built to serve and needs praise with a few rough touches to make him cry out and whine for you to use him as you saw fit. You wanna peg him? He's asking what position. Want him to eat you out? Would you like to sit on his face or have him kneel between your legs? Wanna ride him? Already whimpering in anticipation. He's built to worship you, practically kissing the ground you walk on. Lay on the praise though, he needs it, deserves it, now that he's behaving him, doesn't he deserve to be told he's being good? Of course he does. Gyutaro also cries when he cums, like, no matter if you edge or overstimulate him, he starts sobbing as he blows his load. It feels so good, he can hardly process it, he just feels so loved and warm with you, he can't contain his tears. You adore him enough to make him feel this way, it's overwhelming. He keens and whines if you kiss or lick them away. His sobbing progresses if you keep touching him after, so a safeword might be a good idea if you have trouble telling just when he's been pushed too far. For aftercare, Gyutaro is incredibly clingy coming back to earth. Hold him, shush him, tell him you love him, just...Let him hear and hold onto you, let him bury his head in your chest, he wants the closeness, it's all he's ever craved since meeting you, the feeling of finally being made to feel safe and loved is so priceless. He couldn't ever ask for someone more perfect than you.

ALL THIS FOOD!! 🧎‍♀️tysm for sharing, you’re making me wanna write for him so badddd. i do have a kinktober prompt for him i could be working on…

[mushroomheadgirl]

Draco's friends' reactions to her coming out. (all part of the same au that now lives in my head)

Pansy: I talked about this briefly before, but Pansy was the first friend Draco came out to. At first, Pansy didn't get it. But to be fair, even Draco struggled with understanding all she was feeling. She didn't even have a word yet for her desire to be a woman. So Pansy thought Draco just liked wearing women's clothes. It took a while to explain to Pansy that no, it wasn't just the clothes, she wanted to be a woman fully. Pansy ended up being very supportive, but she's the one who kind of got it into Draco's head that she had to somehow biologically transform to fully actualize her womanhood. Now, Draco already had plenty of hangups of her own, but Pansy definitely helped by obsessing over ways to turn Draco into a "real girl."

Blaise: Blaise got a weird about it. Out of all of her friends, he's the one with the most connections to the Muggle world. He's the one who helps her find the doctor that gives her hormone therapy, but also, the majority of his knowledge on transgender people comes from fetish magazines and movie houses. He views her transition through a sexual lens. When she starts looking more outwardly feminine, his crude jokes start sounding a lot more like sexual passes. Draco snaps back at him for being a pervert, but mostly puts up with it despite her discomfort. When she and Harry start dating, Harry gets angry the first time he hears Blaise make one of his "jokes" and demands he apologize. This turns into a fight that ends with Draco and Blaise not speaking for months. Eventually, Blaise apologizes and promises to lay off. Draco accepts him back into her life easily, though Harry always remains wary of him.

Theo: This was a hard one for Draco. Theo was her first love. They had a short but intense relationship during seventh year, when they were wrapped up in a war and terrified and clung to each other. They remained friends after, but it was never the same. He was always the quiet type, and just kept nodding while Draco filled in the silence until she ran out of steam. After a while he said, "I suppose we could technically get married now like we used to talk about." Draco starts tearing up and almost suggests running to the courthouse right there. Instead she says, "It would never work. You don't like women." Theo shrugs and says, "You're not really though, right? You'll still have all the parts." Draco almost cries then, for a much different reason. Ever since that conversation, she wonders if Theo sees her as faking it. She never gains the courage to ask.

Greg: He's the most publicly supportive of her. When they're out together after she reenters society, he starts acting like her attack dog again, glaring at anyone who looks at Draco funny and sometimes starting fights like they're back on the schoolyard. He sometimes slips up with Draco's pronouns, but he gets better at it as time goes on. He's always overly apologetic about it when he catches himself and that grates on Draco more than the slip-up in the first place. One day Draco blows up on him to "Correct yourself and move on without the theatrics. You're a big boy, I know you can do it." When she cools down, she feels a bit guilty, but her barbed words have never bothered Greg, and he's moved on before she can get an apology out.

Vince: Draco visits his empty grave every year on the anniversary of the Battle. She doesn't usually talk—there's nothing there but a headstone—but this time she feels the need to. She's already started hormones by the time she visits him, and her mood swings have her all over the place so she's already sobbing before she gets any words out. She eventually does, but she hardly spends any time on her transition. Mostly she tells him how much she misses him and how she wishes he were with her through this. She, Greg, and Vince had been friends since they were babies. It always felt wrong after his death, so much so that she pulled away from Greg for a while too, but now going through such a major life change without him when they shared every other change together feels indescribably wrong.

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4: New Life

Eddie's pov

My leg shivers. Something stretches up my calf, over my jeans.

I sit up.

The vines circle around me. I strain for my cigarettes and lighter, but can't reach them.

"Help! Anybody!" I shout. Nothing happens. The vines get closer to my face, ensnaring around my chest and making it hard to breathe. The vines are wet and cold, and they pulse and ooze in a way that makes me want to throw up.

Then I'm freed. Something tears at the vines, ripping them away from me. It's a person. A small girl. Another human. For a moment, I gape in surprise. Then, I regain feeling in my lower body and lunge at her, hugging her.

"Thank you! You, are no joke, the coolest, I owe you big time, you just saved my life!" I exclaim, the words tumbling out quickly. The person pulls away. I examine her. She has light hair pulled into two twintails, and shaded glasses obscure her face.

She murmurs a small sound, nods at me, and skitters out the door.

"Wait!" I call. She doesn't turn back. I stumble up, grab my backpack, and follow her. She's fast. I can hardly keep up as she weaves through vines and slides under debris.

I stop. My chest is heaving, sweat pours down my face. But the girl has stopped too. She's perched on a block of rubble, staring at me with her head cocked.

"Hey," I try to start conversation again, but she stays silent. I rummage though my bag, and pull a mildly crushed Zotz out. I unwrap it, and hold it out. The girl tentatively reaches out, and stuffs the Zotz in her mouth.

"Hey."

"She speaks!" I chuckle.

"Hey."

"Say anything other then 'hey'?" I ask, unwrapping another Zotz and placing it near me. She takes it, and perches next to me.

"Anything other than hey?" She asks. Her voice is raspy, and the words sound clunky. "I say... where. I say who. I say fuck."

"Fuck? You must be a sturdy gal if your going around in here saying words like that."

"Yes... I a sturdy gal." She straights up, and pulls her glasses off. I examine her eyes. They're bright green, so bright it's one of the only colors I can make out on her, and are so wide they take up nearly a fourth of her face. She notices my surprised face, and places the glasses back on.

"Your eyes..." I trail off. They must be some sort of side affect from being here in the dark all the time.

"Yes... my eyes. My eyes are..."

"Big? A little freaky if you will?" I laughed. "Not in a bad way. You need bigger eyes, right? To absorb more light, to see in all this darkness?"

She nods slowly.

"It's dark. No light, no," She fumbles over the words.

"Is it always dark here?" I ask, guessing at what she's trying to say.

"Yes. Always dark," She confirms.

"Do you have a home here, or perhaps just a place you just stay and rest up at?" I ask. This kid, she can't be older than Dustin. There is no way this sad little child is sleeping under benches and surviving exposed every night.

"Home." She stand up, grabs my wrist, and starts running. Her grip is surprisingly strong, and I have no choice but to keep up. She effortlessly hops over rubble and dodges vines, and I stumble behind her.

Then she stops running. We've reached a large metal culvert, and she steps forward. I watch as she sweeps a thin slice of cloth aside, revealing a tiny camp. There's a cushion on the ground, presumably for sleeping. A few containers lie stacked in a corner, and a box of something lies spilled in the corner.

"Any chance you have some water in this home of yours?" I ask.

"Water!" She reaches for the containers, and pulls out a plastic tub of clear liquid. I snatch it from her, and drink it eagerly.

"Does it rain here? Where the hell did you find this?"

She reaches for my arm, and looks ready to drag me somewhere else again.

"Never mind. It doesn't matter," I say. I watch as the girl grabs a bent up box from atop the containers of water, and rummages through the pile in the corner. She comes up with a stick. She pokes it into the dirt, and lights up the tip with a lighter she removes from her scuffed up boot. The heat and flames make the vines instantly recoil, and illuminates the girl. I can now tell her hair is a dusty blonde, and her glasses are red. Her ears are big, and cone shaped. She's wearing dark red pants, worn out black boots, and her shirt appears to be made from a familiar material. I look down at my arms, and back at the shirt. Striped material, blue and white I can now tell.

"Were you- was that? Did you?"

She cocks her head.

"Was it you? Were you the one that helped bandage me up and hide me from, from whatever those things out there are?"

"That doesn't matter." She shrugs.

"Whatever. I need to take these off anyway." My fingers search for the edge of the fabric along my neck. I find it, and peel it back. The smell of metallic blood fills the air, and the girl whips around. Her eyes flash underneath her glasses, and she lunges at me.

"What- what the hell?" I try to break free from her, but she keeps me pinned down as she ties the cloth back down. Her fingers are long and slim, and her nails are short and ragged.

"Bandage STAYS," she whispers. I stumble back.

"Wh- what's wrong? Marinading in my own blood cannot be healthy for me. This thing smells rancid and that does not seem healthy!" I laugh nervously.

"Blood smell bad," she insists.

"Well yeah that's what I said-"

A loud roar cuts me off. The girl whips her hear around. She slinks to the front of the culvert, and looks around outside. She scurries back, and shoves me into a corner.

"Stay. Stay. Stay." She repeats. I watch as she disappears out the culvert.

[flower-yi]

your incessant shivering is getting the attention of your companion, the IUDEX OF FONTAINE.

by some miraculous fate, you and monsieur neuvillette are stuck together; caught by the rain. it is pouring, droplets hitting the ground sound more like lightning striking the earth. shelter, for now, is under the aquabus stop heading for court de fontaine—it does provide some roof over your heads, but it is cold and the iudex is boring holes on you.

his intense staring causes you to shiver more if possible. out of all the days you get caught in the rain, it had to be with him who had certainly impeccable timing with you leaving the opera epiclese to go home after an arduous trial.

well. looking at the bright side, at least you can go home. days where you were stuck at the palais mermonia due to tall stacks of papers can be counted with two hands and backwards.

you sigh. it'd do you some good to contemplate on a career change…

"excuse me." something warm covers your shoulders, "please, take my jacket."

monsieur neuvillette's jacket is draped over your being and it leaves no room for argument. you're too preoccupied by the abrupt surge of warmth coursing through your veins and manifesting as butterflies in your stomach. the soft insides of the cloth turn damp from your wet clothes, but his jacket…

you're gaping at him, possibly, because monsieur neuvillette levels you with a slow nod, gently muttering, "do not worry about me. you need it more than i."

then he looks away, watching the raindrops shatter on the ground each time they reach the earth.

"m-monsieur, i—"

"i am sorry for the inconvenience," his own apology swallows your own. "this weather is hardly ideal for returning home after working such a long trial. i should have thought of those who would be taking the trip home. it seems that…"

monsieur neuvillette's words drift off into the wind; whatever he said escaping him.

"do you… require more heat?"

you're staring at him like you did moments ago.

"no, i… monsieur, i thought it strange to apologize for the sudden change of weather. the rain hardly merits an apology, sir; you make it sound like it is unnatural the rain is summoned after such a long, exhausting case."

monsieur neuvillette is an individual seemingly cold; unfeeling; stern. you know this firsthand that such a disposition is required for a man of his position—he is the chief justice of the nation, therefore such presence is needed.

but you argue that he is not all what they perceive him to be. the soft furrowing of his brows and the thoughtful expression on his countenance are other sides of him—it surprises you, you have never seen the iudex look so human.

"i was under the impression the rain is a burden; an inconvenience." slight surprise is vibrant on his features.

now it is your turn to furrow your brows. "who told you that?"

reluctance looks strange on monsieur neuvillette, but in some way it fits him. he speaks slowly, "most of whom i've met would prefer not to wait out in the rain."

the image of him by your side is replaced by the rainfall in front of you. it shocks you slightly that what remains is a drizzle but the rain is still there—yet, you brush the feelings of surprise away to ponder on his words.

"…rain is a blessing. it is nature at its finest, and the feelings of the mighty hydro dragon being released as the beauty of the world."

the conclusion you reach is simple.

water is the source of life, and if rain is the sign of life flourishing, then what is there to hate? what is there to consider a burden?

"i see."

when you look back at monsieur neuvillette, you find yourself enraptured. a less closer look would miss that soft smile of his, barely there and ghosting his face. it creates an image much unlike his usual self and it becomes difficult to tear your gaze away.

then those eyes turn to you; pearlescent in glimmer; beautiful in color. the weather is beyond you because solely monsieur neuvillette's question enters in your senses: "and pray tell, when have you thought such a thing?"

by some miraculous fate, the words used in your response seem so right.

"just… by looking at you, monsieur."

(if you looked, the rain stopped.)