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sophie-looks-at-stuff · 4 months ago

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A Wolf in the Dragon's Den

Pairing: Aemond x Stark reader

Summary: The Greens have won The Dance of Dragons, and your family has offered your hand to Prince Aemond as a means of forgiveness for your part in the war. But what shall happen when a wolf meets a dragon in its den?

Warnings: SMUT, mdni 18+, p in v, kind of mean Aemond? but he gets better lol, Aegon being Aegon, use of pet names like Little Wolf or My Dragon, fingering, soft to rough sex, uhhh language for sure haha if I missed anything let me know y'all!! It's also not proof read so forgive any mistakes haha

AN: Well ... sorry this took me so long y'all! I guess my summer classes caught up to me a bit but that's ok cause after long last here it is!! A good old-fashioned Aemond x Stark reader fic. I hope you guys enjoy haha, I'm working on a request next, but let me know if there's anything else y'all wanna see! :)

King’s Landing was a hot, humid, fish-smelling shit hole. The warm temperatures were much too hot for your usual furs, heavy cloaks, and skirts. Even your horses were succumbing to the heat, panting more than usual, the poor things. You could have rode in the carriage, along with your mother and younger siblings. But you preferred horseback, the wind in your hair, and the breeze on your skin. Although, the air here was salty and thick.

Your father and brother, Cregan, rode beside you. “Hells, could it be any hotter,” your father murmured under his breath, sweat beading on his brow.

“Those vapid Targaryen’s couldn’t bear it any other way, something about the ‘dragon’s blood–”

“Careful brother, they could have your head for that–” You chuckled a bit, but you all knew there was truth to the statement. The Dance of Dragons had proved as much, the Greens' force and display of violence was wide and plentiful. “Rash and brash” as your father had put it once. Especially that of your betrothed, Prince Aemond One-eye Targaryen. Or “the one-eyed cunt” as many northerners took to calling him. The betrothal, much to your dismay, had been arranged by your father, in a weak attempt to repair your house's relationship with the monarch.

“Hmph, well if I had my way we wouldn’t even be here at all. Those ‘dragons’ wouldn’t survive a damn minute in the North. Their blood would freeze, and then maybe we’d all be rid of their problems.” Cregan said the word “dragons” with a mocking tone, a scoff in his voice.

“That’s enough, your sister is right boy, they would have your head for that. Or perhaps feed you to one of their dragon’s” And with that, your father put an end to that potentially treasonous conversation. Cregan however, had muttered something under his breath about “told you to stop calling me boy”.

Having had enough of the bickering, you tapped the sides of your horse, trotting ahead by several paces. Your dire wolf, Snowcap, had evidently decided to part temporarily from the group, to hunt or to shade herself you didn’t know. But you couldn’t blame her either way, the journey from the Winterfell to King’s Landing was a long one, and not a particularly comfortable one.

The gates to the Red Keep came into site ahead of you, the streets leading up to it peppered with Gold Cloaks and guards. The people of King’s Landing pay little mind to your small party, too busy with their buying and selling. You had chosen to travel light, there were no copious amounts of banners flying, or any regalia at all really. You would be surrounded by plenty of that kind of thing soon enough.

To say that your greeting was lackluster, would be an understatement. Ser Criston Cole stood beside the Dowager Queen Alicent atop the Red Keep’s stairs. Besides another dozen or so Gold Cloaks, that was what there was. Cregan scoffs in annoyance from beside you, he must have caught up to you somewhere along the way.

“He cannot even come to meet his bride-to-be, what a disrespect, pathetic,” You made a bit of a noise beside him, urging him to keep his mouth shut. You were in the dragon’s den now, who knows who could be listening in? Another glance around the unfamiliar faces does confirm your brother’s statement. Your betrothed was nowhere to be found. Even the training yard remained empty, and from what you’d heard, Prince Aemond could often be found there.

As you dismount your horse, Queen Alicent begins to make her way down the steps, towards you and the rest of your family. Your father and eldest brother move to stand to your left and right. Your mother and younger siblings finally join you, to your left. Your mother gives you a warm smile and a pat on the shoulder as she moves to stand beside your father. You curtsey as the Queen approaches, she takes your hand in hers. Her palms are soft and warm, gentleness radiates from her person.

“My Lady Stark, how nice it is to finally see you arrive. I hope the journey south wasn’t too unpleasant” She gives you a small smile, not as lovely as your mother’s, but kind nonetheless.

“It was alright, long, very long, but alright,” You say, matching her smile. Queen Alicent releases your hand and carries on to greet the rest of your family, Ser Criston following closely behind her. Still no sign of your betrothed, nor his elder brother, the King. Although you supposed he must be occupied with his duties on the Small Council. You know you will hear an earful from your brother later on the matter. Had Creagn been born a Lady, he would indeed circulate most of the gossip around Court.

— — — — —

The Red Keep was massive in comparison to your expectations of its size. The halls appear more like an intricate intertwining of mazes rather than passageways. Your footsteps echo and reverberate off of the stones. Tapestries depicting great moments in Targaryen history line the walls. Lit torches line the halls, the windows, and the arches looking out onto bustling the city below. Servants, guards, and other nobles wondered about, gossiping, rushing to and fro. Ladies, lords, and servants alike whispered to one another as you and your family walked by, being led by Ser Cristin and the Queen.

It was no secret that your brother had sent Northeners and Graybeards to fight in Rhaenyra’s name. “Fight like Northerners they will,” your brother had said once. And they did indeed, the bitter cold and long winters having hardened them into mighty soldiers and fighters. Barbarians, some called them. Your father had handed over the duties of Winterfell to Cregan as he grew older. Your father had hardly left the North in all his years of life, but he had become confused and temperamental in his older age. It had ultimately been Cregan’s choice to join the Blacks, a decision he is now trying to repair. Or it would be more accurate to say you were trying to repair. Since you were a wolf being offered up to the dragons for slaughter. Perhaps the only reason that the Greens hadn’t burned down Winterfell, and your family around with it, is because they know the importance of your family to Westeros. And if the North falls, we all fall, and no one knew the North better than the Starks.

As you continue on your walk through the winding halls of the Red Keep, you finally come to stand before a set of doors. Modest in comparison to some of the others you’ve passed by. Metal filigree winds its way up from the handles like vines, the rest of the door was rather lackluster. Ser Cristin steps forward, dutifully opening the doors for your party.

There in the middle of the small council room, stood your betrothed. After long last you finally laid eyes on your betrothed. Aemond stood proud and tall, his long silver hair pulled back into one thick braid, tied together at the bottom with a strip of black leather. His back was turned towards you, hands clasped behind him. He was dressed in what appeared to be his riding gear, perhaps he had just come back from a flight with Vhagar.

“Aemond, there you are. You missed the arrival of your betrothed,” Alicent chided her son, who could not be less interested in the conversation at hand.

“Mhm,” He hummed, “I was–” He paused thinking, “ –busy”. From beside you, you can hear Cregan scoff a bit. Your mother puts a warning hand against his back, he was never one for formalities. But then again, most Northerners weren’t. The Prince finally turned towards your party. The famous leather eye patch covering the sapphire in his socket. The faint pink lines of his scar peeked out on either end of the patch. He’s beautiful, you think, in a macabre sort of way, but beautiful nonetheless. He looked ethereal standing there, backlight from the evening sun shining through the windows.

His lavender eye rakes itself over your form, as your mother pushes you forward a bit, to better meet his gaze. He lets out another hum, of approval, or disapproval, you cannot tell. A cord of annoyance strikes through you, not having the wherewithal to be subjected to such petty scrutiny.

Alicent places a guiding hand on your waist, walking you forward, closer to the One-eyed Prince. You curtsey once you reach him, the lessons your mother taught you as a girl kicking in and taking over.

“I did not know you Northerners were capable of such manners,” Aemond scoffed as he said this as if he was telling a bad joke. Your teeth grind together, hands clenching into fists in your skirts. Behind you you can hear the scuffle of footsteps, and then a halt. Presumably, your brother acting out again, or perhaps your father this time. Typically, your family wouldn’t care much about appearances, but you were all treading on thin ice, and you knew it.

Rising back up to your full height, which annoyingly still made you have to look up at him, you say: “We are rather steeped in our traditions in the North my Prince. We value honor decency, and the truth of one's word,” You glare at him through your lashes as you say this last bit. If it were not for the threat upon your entire house and bannermen then you would not be here, wolves were not creatures made to bow, even in the face of a dragon.

Surprisingly, Aemond lets out a hardy laugh. You chance a glance over at his mother, she looks to be just as stunned as the rest of you. Silence befalls the room.

“Smart mouth you have, huh, my Lady Stark?” He chuckles some more, then leans closer, intending his next words to only be for you. “Watch your tongue in my court, or I shall have it served to you on a platter at our wedding feast,” and with that, he straightens, and walks away. Yelling something over his shoulder about the training yard, and Ser Cole come with.

“I–” Alicent begins to say, but you cut her off, rather impolitely, “ It’s quite alright Your Grace,” You offer her a smile. You liked Alicent, the poor woman had been through enough as it is, and the arrogance of her son wasn’t any help. “I am just pleased to finally have arrived here at court, and to settle in at my new home,” It was most certainly a half-truth, but there was no need to make tensions rise any higher.

— — — — —

The following next few days were spent quite the same. Your little party with the guidance of Alicent took tours of the Red Keep as well as its many gardens and docks. One afternoon Alicent and Queen Helaena accompanied your mother and yourself down to one of the traveling markets of King’s Landing. It was rather grand, merchants coming from all across Westeros to sell their wares. Helaena had shown you a favorite merchant of hers, a man who made intricate gold and silver jewelry in the shapes of little bugs and small creatures. You had purchased a ring depicting the head of a dire wolf.

Aemond had remained illusive, he only graced everyone with his presence at meals. Choosing to sit far away from you, his brother, the King, talking about who knows what was next to him, but all the while his lavender eye remained fixed on you. It made you squirm a bit, being under his heavy gaze. Overthinking how you raised your fork to your lips, or where you held your cup of wine, on the stem or the rim as you’d always done.

With your wedding on the morrow, your nerves became more frayed than usual. Your mind is plagued with silly thoughts like: Will he think I’m pretty? Will he learn to love me? But as soon as those thoughts enter they are replaced with others such as: Why should I care? He’s been nothing but unpleasant and rude. But the younger, little girl in you still hopes to have a fruitful marriage, one filled with respect and love. Much like that of your mother and father’s. Although you know now that that is an anomaly in this world.

Your night is filled with restless sleep. Your body follows a pattern of waking for an hour and then sleeping for another. The heat of King’s Landing did not aid in this, the covers bunched down by your feet as you tossed and turned. Shortly after the sun had risen, maids had burst into your room, wedding gown in hand. You spent the next couple of hours being dotted upon like the princess you were about to become.

It wasn’t a large service by any means, not that you minded. Something smaller and more intimate was more to your liking. Your father walked you up the long aisle to meet your soon-to-be husband. Aemond stood at the altar in the sept, his house cloak in his hands to drape around your shoulders. The closer you got to him the more you could see his eye attempt to devour your appearance. Surprisingly, he gently held your small hands in his. His fingers and palms were calloused from many hours of training with a sword, and flights upon Vhagar. He was a handsome man you thought, too bad his arrogance made him ugly. Perhaps a bit naively you thought, I can change that. But maybe it was just wishful thinking. Your mind already trying to fix something potentially broken.

Aemond’s lips touched yours, forever sealing your vows to one another. Unlike his hands, they were smooth and soft, and uncharacteristically gentle. He was a good kisser you think, but then again the only other boy you’d kissed was a farm hand back at Winterfell when you were much younger.

Aemond thought you were beautiful, the moment he laid eyes upon his Little Wolf he thought perhaps this union will not be one of suffering and strife. At least she will be pretty to fuck. As his lips touched yours in the sept in front of the Gods, he tasted honey and black tea. You smell like vanilla, spices, and what Aemond assumed fire to smell like. His hand came to fist in your hair, possessively anchoring you to him.

When you part you suck in a breath of air, cheeks red. Such a sultry kiss in front of your family and the Gods caused a rush of embarrassment to course through you. Aemond however, gave you a wicked smirk in response to the color in your cheeks. Still clutching your hand tightly in his, he guides his new bride down and out of the sept, to return to the Red Keep for the evening's festivities.

— — — — —

The great hall was filled with the aroma of cooked meats, potatoes, wine, and the heavy laughter of your party guests. Your mother and father sat with you and your new family at the head table, looking down slightly upon the rest of the partygoers. Where the ceremony may have been smaller, the feast after it was not. Several more houses and bannermen of your brother’s came to celebrate the historic union. Boltons, Lannisters, Freys, Greyjoys, Hightowers, and the like filled the hall. You chose to remain seated beside your new husband, the ever-dutiful wife. You knew and had seen many times how rowdy Northmen could become at such a venue. You preferred to keep your distance, although it was not unusual to find you dancing with your younger siblings back home at Winterfell.

By the looks of it, your brother had loosened up a bit, a tanker of ale clutched in one hand.

The king had joined him and the others closer in age for what looked to be some kind of drinking game. Meanwhile, Aemond’s hand absent-mindedly made its home on your thigh, stroking up and down. The gesture was a stark contrast to his previous words and actions.

“You have barely eaten wife,” He noted as he glanced at you, “You must be well full and ready for what I have planned for you.” The same small smirk crosses his lips once again. Leaving you with a funny feeling in your stomach. But you can’t help the small wave of heat that strikes your core. Your mother once told you that men can become rather possessive of their women, and it can be quite cumbersome most of the time. Restricting one's freedom, constantly wanting you in their presence, she had said to expect this with someone like Aemond. But she mentioned that sometimes, in the confines of your marital chambers, it can be very — riveting to lay with such a man. It wasn’t until now that you began to understand what she had meant.

“I am afraid I have no appetite, my lord husband. My nerves do not allow me to eat it seems,” Aemond’s gaze darkened at the use of the word “husband”. Prince Aemond was not a man who did anything halfway, if he were to do anything, it was to be done fully without exception. A wave of dark possession seeps into his gut. He had already claimed a dragon but now he wishes to claim a wolf too.

From across the hall, his thoughts are abruptly interrupted by his brother's drunken yelling.

“ – the bedding ceremony! Come now little brother it is time for the bedding ceremony,” Aemond’s fists clenched, the hand on your skirts bunching in the fabric. “Will you fuck her like a hound brother? Woof Woof hahaha,” The hall had fallen eerily silent. Aemond’s chair clatters to the ground from the force of his standing. From beside Aegon, you see your brother place his cup of ale on the table, hand reaching for his sword. Your father is already a step ahead of him, hand on the hilt of his dagger. Your mother goes to stand in front of your younger siblings, shielding them. If you had no appetite before you certainly don’t have one now, your hands had gone cold and clammy, your head feeling light at the insults thrown your way. From beside you, Alicent stands, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“That is enough Aegon,” She begins to say.

“Oh come now Mother it was only a jest. Can I not be proud of my little brother?” Alicent opens her mouth to respond but Aemond beats her to it.

“You can take your ‘jests’ down to your whores on the Steer of Silk but you will not speak in such a way in front of my wife, let alone her family.” His voice is dangerously calm, ready to snap, and bubble over into pure rage at any given moment.

“Always so uptight little brother, as if someone has shoved a stick up your ass–” It is your turn to stand now, the feet of your chair scrapping the stone floor beneath you.

“I am quite tired, husband will you escort me back to our chambers?” You look at Aemond, a stern, silent plea evident on your features.

“Certainly wife,” He responds with the same tantalizing calmness. Offering you his hand, which you take, grasping on tighter than perhaps necessary, you both make your way out of the great hall. Leaving the mess that is Aegon behind for someone else to clean up. It was your wedding day after all and you needn’t worry yourself with such matters.

The walk to your marital chambers is quiet and tense. Your hand still firmly grasping Aemond’s, although he now squeezes yours back. The heels of your shoes echo off of the palace walls in an attempt to keep up with Aemond’s long strides. After an eternity of uncertainty at what was to come next, you reach Aemond’s, and now your, chambers. The room is large and furnished quite cozily. A large four-poster bed makes its home in the center back wall of the room. A table of what looks like chess pieces and a map sits by the open windows.

Aemond however reaches for the pitcher of wine on another small side table, pouring a cup for himself and downing it in one go. He pours a second, and a third for you. He offers it to you, you shake your head, afraid you cannot stomach the drink after what had just happened.

“I am sorry–” You break the silence. Aemond raises a hand to silence you.

“It is I who should apologize. My brother is a foul and evil creature who feeds off of the discomfort of others. But never had he dared to do so so boldly before,” He pauses, taking a sip of wine. “I have been absent since you arrived at the Keep and I believe I owe you an explanation,”

You cross your arms over your chest, the air coming in from the harbor seeming chilly now. “Yes I do believe you do,” you say.

Aemond quirks an eyebrow at your sass, a small smile spreading across his lips. “They told me women of the North have sharp tongues and poor manners,” You scoff, his smile widens, “but I must say I’m rather enjoying that thus far.” He moves toward you, one hand still holding his cup of wine, the other reaching up to cup your chin, turning your face to meet his eye.

“I must admit that when I learned that your treacherous brother’s offered your hand to me I was quite – unnerved. I had no desire to marry, let alone marry a traitor,” A cord of anger courses through you, and Aemond notices this. He sets his cup down on the table next to you, the one with the chess pieces. Your eyes follow the movement, better taking in the contents of the table, a war game perhaps, you think.

“I didn’t want to be chained to a dull, meek little pup for the rest of my life,” His now free hand comes to rest on your hip, and his thumb and forefinger move from your chin, to trace the shape of your lips, then your jaw, and down the column of your neck. “But I must say, that you have certainly exceeded my expectations. I shall enjoy breeding you,” His alkaline nose moves to smell your hair, and you inhale a sharp gasp at the vulgarity of his words. You feel him smile into your neck as he continues his ministrations, placing the whisper of a kiss here and there.

“I do not understand you. You show me kindness, even apologizing for the acts of your brother, but then you insult me and my heritage. What is it that you want from me, Prince Aemond Targaryen?” You question him, hoping your voice comes out as steady as you command it. Aemond pulls back laughing, both hands now finding purchase on your hips, he begins to guide you backward towards the bed. The backs of your knees hit the wooden frame.

“Perhaps I wish to see how far I can push you Little Wolf. I enjoy your banter and wish to hear more of it. It pleases me that I’ve been matched to a woman who is not afraid to speak to me in such a way. People so quickly cower and whisper when I am near, it is refreshing to be met head-on.” His blunt statement surprises you, you had not expected such a confession from the Prince.

“Perhaps–” You pause, choosing your next words carefully, “ – perhaps then we can learn to love one another in this marriage.” You almost whisper the last bit, uncertainty in your voice.

“Yes, I think perhaps we can,” Aemond whispers back to you, his lips brushing yours as he speaks. The tension in the air is palpable, maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move. To see how far he could push you as he had said a moment ago. Deciding to test this hypothesis you stand on your tiptoes, slotting your lips against his, just as you did in the sept. A hungry growl leaves Aemond’s throat using his grip on your waist to pull you flush against his chest. He kisses you back with ferocity.

A hand grapes your throat, guiding you down towards the bed, your back hitting the feather mattress. You gasp against Aemond’s lips, swallowing the sound, he continues his assault. His hand against your throat tightened, although not unpleasantly, heat rushing to your core. His lips begin to retrace their path down your jaw and the column of your neck, biting and sucking red marks in their wake.

“Aemond– someone will see–” He parts from you only for a second, looking into your eyes.

“Let them, after all, isn’t that what my imputant brother wanted proof of our coupling? Perhaps it will give him something to pleasure himself to–” The thought makes Aemond’s cock harden impossibly more in his trousers. The fact that he could pleasure his wife to a level that his brother could only imagine, was nearly enough to drive him over the edge.

“Husband that is not reason enough to leave –” You're interrupted by a particularly sharp bite to the collarbone. A moan of pain and pleasure escapes past your lips, spurring your new husband onwards. With a sharp tug, Aemond pulls the bodice of your dress down, exposing your chest to him. He murmurs a simple “beautiful” under his breath before latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling at the flesh. Your back arches slightly in response, desperate to bring yourself closer to his touch.

As he continues his ministrations he begins to unlace the remainders of your gown, shimmying them down your body, to pool at his feet. You feel his calloused hands roam up and down your body. Sketching your shape into his memory. His fingers knead the flesh of your breasts, your thighs, your ass. Finally, he swipes his fingers between your folds, you emit a soft whine at the contact.

He raises an eyebrow, “I’ve barely even touched you yet Little Wolf, and you're already soaking my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock–” He trails off, mesmerized as he begins to pump two fingers in and out of your core. Your cheeks flush a deep scarlet at his words. Your hands find purchase in the sheets of your new bed.

“Oh– oh Aemond –” You whisper in between breaths.

“Say it again, say my name again,” It’s almost a plea, begging to hear it again.

“Husband– Aemond– My Dragon –” Aemond harshly withdraws his fingers from you. You nearly scream at the loss of the delicious contact. Discarding the remainder of his clothes, tossing them haphazardly to the side, Aemond grabs you by the ankles pulling you down towards the end of the bed where he stands. You catch site of his cock as he gives it a few tugs in preparation. The tip angry and red, glazed in his arousal for you. Your eyes widen a bit, your mother never prepared you for what might happen should your lord husband be too – big.

Aemond sees your moment of concern, he positions himself over you, cock aligned at your entrance. His hand carresses your cheek, as he says “I shall be gentle, if you ask me to.Give you time to adjust –”

“No,” Your answer surprises the both of you. “I want you, I am not some small flower, I can take what you give me. I want whatever you shall give me Husband.” You lean up to kiss the tip of his nose, as if to reassure him that what you say is true.

“Seven fucking Hells, you are something did you know that?” He rests his forehead agaisnt yours, as he ever so slowly begins to sheath himself inside of you.

You let out a small giggle, whispering back “I know–”

Aemond bottoms out inside of you, his cock fully enclosed by the walls of your cunt. He could die like this, he thinks. Cock sheathed in the cunt of his gorgeous Little Wolf. Your walls squeeze him perfectly, he needs to take a moment to catch his breath. He had fucked women before, whores in the Street of Silk. His brother having dragged him there once, and to seek some kind of perverted comfort there during The Dance. But none of them compared to this moment, none of them –

“Husband, Gods move please,” Aemond is brought out of his thoughts by your pleas, you voice hoarse with want and need.

“With pleasure Little Wolf.” He begins to thrust, moving his hips at a slow and steady pace. It’s for his own sake as much as it is yours. He’s afraid that should he move to fast he won’t be able to carry on for very long. Beneath him your hands clutch the sheets of his bed, your cheeks are flushed the most lovely red, your hair played out in a halo around you on the pillow. If he could burn the image into his mind forever, then he certainly would.

Aemond’s cock stretches you out perfectly, boardering on pain and pleasure, but only for the first moments. His thrusts are steady and calculated, but never the less delicious. The movement causes friction on your clit, sending a wave of pleasure to your core. It’s lovely, you think, but you want more. Moving from their place in the sheets, your hands settle on his hips, urging him to move faster.

“Aemond– more,” His lilac eye flits up to your face, asking for silent reassurance that that is indeed what you want. “For Gods sake Husband, move faster please I–” Not needing to be told twice, Aemond picks up speed. Where his thrusts were slow and sensual, now they are fast and hard. He fucks you like a man starved, as if he was told this is the last woman he will ever lay with. Which in his case, was true, since you were married after all.

Your tits bounce at the force of his movement, your hands that were previously on his hips, begin to rake down his back. Your legs come up to circle his waist, drawing him impossibly closer.

“You like this then, huh, Little Wolf. Treated like my own personal whore, to fuck how I please?” The sounds that fill the room are egregious, skin against skin, moans, whimpers, and screams.

“Louder Little Wolf, howl for me, let the whole Keep hear how I pleasure you so,” Perhaps that same small part of him wanted his brother to hear. As if Aemond had something to prove to him, that he made a better husband, a better lover than Aegon ever will.

“Aemond, Aemond, oh Aemond–” You chant his name like a mantra. His cock hits that sweet spot inside of you, you gasp eyes widening at the feeling.

“Seems I’ve found where you feel pleasure best. Is that right Little Wolf?”

“Yes, Gods Aemond, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna –” Hearing that was all the motivation he needed to pick up his pace even more. To fuck you even harder than before. He grips your hips pulling you closer to him at the end of the bed, from this angle he has full control over your body, and can fuck you as you so desire him to.

The force of his thrusts, and the friction against your clit cause you to see stars behind your eyes. With one last scream of his name, you cum around his cock. Your walls pulling him in, attempting to root him to you. Aemond however, does not let up, chasing afer his own release.

“Just a moment more, my sweet, perfect Little Wolf. I’m going to breed you, and watch you swell with my pups. Wouldn’t you love that huh?” Aemond continues to piston in and out of you, the feeling almost too much, but still just as lovely as before. Nonsensical moans leave your lips, and Aemond laughs at you babbling, although not rudely.

His hips begin to stutter as he nears his end, his heavy balls slapping against your cunt. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” He mutters under his breath as you feel his seed coat your walls. The feeling warm, and full and lovely. Aemond remains seated inside of you as he rests his forehead once more to yours. You kiss his nose again, a new favorite spor perhaps. He offers you a small smile in return.

You both groan as he pulls out. Your cunt perfectly overstimulated and happy. Wordlessly Aemond leaves the bed, and begins to rummage around some drawers in one of the many pieces of furniture in the room. You worry for a brief moment that he will leave, and that he meant none of what he said. But as he brings a damp cloth between your thighs to clean you, your worries wash away. He tosses the rag aside, to be dealt with on the morrow. For now, all he wanted was to lay with his wife in his arms as he drifts off to sleep.

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you move to covers to lie beneath them. Aemond pulls you to him, tucking the top of your head under his chin, he kisses your hair. You both think that perhaps this marriage will be fruitful, that over time you will learn to love one another. It seems as if you both are on a lovely start for that though as is.

“Good night ñuha jorrāeliarzy (my beloved),” Aemond mutters into your hair.

“Sleep well, My Dragon,” you say in response. You both drift off into a peaceful sleep, held comfortably in each other's arms. No one knew what the morrow would bring, let alone a fortnight from now. But you both knew you would see it through together as equals, husband and wife, dragon and wolf.

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wolfiesmoon · 10 months ago

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Hey I hope you are doing well when ever you are reading this but how do you think the 3rd year boys from twst would react to their s/o (gn reader) cuddling with a huge plush instead of them.

Like this.

Oh boy oh boy this kinda cures my writers block tbh, i have so many drafts but none of em look enticing enough to continue writing (´д｀|||)

I took out a few of the 3rd years bc its too many people for 1 fic but i might make a part 2 where i add the missing 3rd years at some point

i went with the more silly writing style again, hope that's fine by you ○( ＾皿＾)っ

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ Malleus Draconia

He doesn't exactly get why, but he feels kinda annoyed just laying next to you while you hug a big ol plushie

This doesn't feel right🫤

But then again, you look rlly happy and satisfied so he stays quiet since if you're happy, he's happy (he desperately wants to be in the plushy's place)

When you playfully kiss the plush though, that rule no longer applies. After all, his rightful spot is in your arms🫠

He nudges you. "Put the stuffed animal away."

"You sound angry." You smirk and kiss the plush again, knowing he's probably annoyed about that

without another word, he pulls the plushy out of your hands and settles down in its place

"I am a much better than that object. Just so you know." he smiled smugly, expecting a kiss on the cheek just like you gave to the plushie earlier

you kissed him on the lips instead just to see his eyes widen and his face go red ofc 😏

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ Leona Kingscholar

basically, it is NOT happening

"hell no." is the only thing he says before ripping the poor plushie out of your arms and chucking it across the room

like actually how DARE you try to replace him with a plushie

"Why would you do that?" You pouted at him, looking at the now discarded plushy from the bed🤕

"You know damn well why." He huffed, laying down on top of you without warning which tends to be a habit of his

"Because that's my spot, got it?" He answered for you. clearly you forgot😒

"Uhhh, right." you answered after a short pause...

"I won't remind you next time." he sounded rlly annoyed. it's kinda funny how worked up he got over a plushy replacing him 🤭

this also means he won't let you get up for like.... atleast 2 hours to atone for your sins

moral of the story: don't do this again unless you want a ripped up plushie and a pissed off lion man😠

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ Idia Shroud

"This is so unfair. Even worse than an OP boss. " he sighed dramatically, laying down besides you and pouting at the sight og a huge plushie in your arms

"pick up the sock if you have enough energy to complain." you turned away from him, still annoyed with him

being the epic gamer he is (😎💯), he discarded one of his socks in the middle of his room and didn't feel like picking it up later even after you told him to

...which ended with you refusing to cuddle with him until he does pick up the sock

after a short while of very awkward silence...

he groaned in annoyance, begrudgingly getting up and finally picking up the sock, then leaving the room to put it in the wash

you smirked victoriously, placing the plushie away as promised and letting him hug you instead

"The things you make me do, smh." he sighed, relaxing into you 😒

"Picking up a singular sock?" you teased him, hugging him back

He didn't reply so that means it's your victory 😝

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ Vil Schoenheit

this is an unforgivable offense, just because you had a little disagreement earlier doesn't mean you can just replace him with a plushie😠

love transcends disagreements, after all

does not help at all that the plushie's cute round face reminds him of a certain thorn in his side named Neige LeBlanche😒

he sighs, "I may have been too harsh back there."

your only reply is an annoyed huff and you hug the plushie tighter which makes one of those anime veins pop up on his face 💢

he takes a deep breath "It was not my intention to hurt your... sensibilities." he's trying babe, he's really trying

You don't reply for a moment...

"Ugh." you throw the plushie away and hug him tightly "This doesn't mean I forgive you, just for the record."

"I still stand by my opinion too, just worded less harshly." he gently puts an arm around you, stroking your back

it was only a matter of time until you gave up with your stubborn pettiness, soon you'll forgive him too, he'll make sure of that 😌

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ Lilia Vanrouge

He's actually surprisingly chill about it i feel like

He wouldn't get annoyed or be jealous per se, he'd just get a little sad it's not him you're hugging😔

he's there, you know? there's no need for a plushie...

"Am I not satisfactory enough?" He asks half playfully half seriously

"In what sense?" you totally knew what he meant but just wanted to tease him back

"Hey, isn't this supposed to be the other way around?" he smiled at you, immediately knowing what you were playing at

"Hahaha, you know me too well." you kiss his cheek, yet you still don't let go of the plushie which makes him pout

"I see you have found yourself a new lover." his eyes travel to the plushie for a moment, the betrayal is real😔🙏🏻

"You got a problem with him?" you raised a brow 🤨

"A little." he hugged you from the back, getting comfy

"Okay fine, maybe my ex is the better one after all." you let go of the plushie and turned around to hug him back 💗

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krockat · 14 days ago

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it is I, krockat, and i'm crashing into YOU!!

and i am posting my long ass description into a pinned post instead.

also how do you edit in a readmore on mobile. help

Stats:

late mid20s, queer, fucker, experienced tumblr user

Messages Of The Day and Age:

ive been seeing a lot of beautiful queer gnc dykes around lately and also beautiful queer gnc fags and beautiful queer gnc fagdykes and honestly.

maybe why i didn't wanna just go w just dyke or fag is cause i'm a both-er.

not a bother!

it has bothered me for a long time, feeling like i couldn't identify with fag Or dyke because I felt like both of them. so i couldn't be a lesbian or gay (in the fag way) because. can't both

well turns out there's no rules and if it feels right it feels right.

so i might be fagdyke-ing it real soon!!! 💚💜💚💜💚💜💚

it feels so gender!! it feels so home!! it feels like, when I let myself feel it without the anxiety, it just let's me feel calm and euphoric joy!!

FAQ:

1. tumblruser having badges allegations:

yea its true. i bought them before shit got shitted. so i will also say just say

#westaysilly:3 #tdov #tdor #blm #swisrealw #cripplepunk #🍉 #fromtherivertothesea #crapitalism #enshittification #workersunite

2. why don't you post art anymore?

it's true I barely didn't for years, but recently have been dabbling in posting some!

i also made a community which no one joined because no one could find it, which before I realized I could not rb shit out from it - I posted a bunch of art in.

but hey if you wanna join my community hmu!

it's called the enjoyment enjoyers, we could always use more enjoyers!!

also posting art is scary and i'm working on being more brave :D

3. why don't you reblog more nsft stuff on here?

i ask myself that nearly every day.

like yea, cause nearly every day I have AtLeast a min of scroll time on tumblr and see something hella cool thats nsft.

not that i Don't rb nsft stuff, just not the ones that would truly bare my soul.

who knows, maybe one day I will also be brave enough to post my own nsft stuff! wouldn't that be wicked. I'm hella hot btw.

edit: i changed my pfp to me so the truth is out there. am gonna post more of me so who knows how bold I will build to be!

Good Good Pronouns:

how to pronounce my pronouns, same order:

dae/dem

hen (like chickens, like hen in hen coop [- but i am not of gender chicken. nej, i am of swedish queer gender]

see/sehm (sounds like seize him or see xem which are both great)

say/sir (it's very funny and gender)

Content of Blog:

loads of stuff. long gone are the days of the aesthetic and fandom dichotomy!

but with that said, i do rb fan shit, been on a tf2 buzz lately, but also i will rb even things from fandoms I've not been in at all. I support the arts!!

also art, horror, queer shit, things about all my disabilties (aswell as others #solidarityfucker), memes, politics, and oh yes,

yup this blog often contains nsft things! i find sexuality and intimacy quite fun and confusing. i am still fresh on this. let's have fun!

esp like to rb queer and kinky stuff that just gets to be silly and shameless.

ehh, im working on the shame part for my own, so not the most prominent poster on that. and honestly? in general.

rebogging is however most often Loads

Other things about Moi

so am queer and here for however long this earth will have me

polying most things, creativity, love, and disability. wahooooo

aaand, i am plural! we have been slow burn naturally fusing since this last summer, but we still be we-ing some days. this blog is Mostly just from my perspective, but our my is becoming all our my.

if ya get it, ya get it.

Oh and i am a musician. i make music. I am working on an album! it's fun! I will post it some time in the future!

I've made great progress on it this year, but somethings are slowing further progress, like both my computers dying (aka also my old backup computer.)

But I am still trucking on!! I love music it's my passion and i am gonna finish this album so I can make both my child self and old self and CURRENT (and future) self so super happies!!!

My oldest friend; Tags:

tags are my friends and my sacred truth and liekeepers. i like to taste the words in them. but sometimes that chronic exhaustion hits and then the fast rbs are aboundiful

Muse Applications:

the applications for being mutual muses (this does NOT include mutuals. new mutuals are ALWAYS accepted): have been opened again.

You can send your application through these official channels:

tumblr asks

messages

pigeon or owl bird (owl is a huge extra fee cause the power needs more time to travel far distances)

You will have to prepare two monologues, one of your own choosing, and one that we give to you.

If you move on in the process, there is a live improvisation workshop, where you on the spot show all your talents and skills and shower me with praises.

Last date to apply is whenever I feel like it.

Re: Description errors:

i can't figure out how or why, but my tumblr description is chronically bugging.

it takes no amount of HTML. I even tried commissioning a person once because I thought I just couldn't figure it out. but nah.. it's just plain brokies

Several tumblr functions are chronically bugging for me,

like my following limit (tho i have gotten quite trained at gently penetrating its g-prostate-spot),

and my desktop version (it was completely uneditable and unviewable for me for years)

so, i am so sorry fellow disableds who have had to struggle reading my description. but you know what I said??

NO MORE!!

so pinned post it is.

😔🤟

🌱✔️🌱

#about me #krockat #krockat krockar #i wanted to add the follow up poll cause i thot it would be funni #also - so I could try and tame this beast by putting in a read more and hope to gawrsh it works #fuck me the rrsd more doesn't work this way. I mean makes sense but still. fuuucckkkkkkkkkk #well. still a wip iggggg #sorry anyone who wants to look at my blog </3 #edit: fuck well. i did go back and edit the og post w a readmore but now uhhh. this one w the added poll doesn't have a functioning readmore #still <\3 so sads #guess I'll have to do TWO POLLS. polls of DWOOMS

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fallingdownhell · 1 year ago

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Inazuma men when you walk in on them in an intimate position with your sister/best friend.

YES, some angsty shit again! Uhhh, I like it when it hurts xD

Characters Included: Ayato; Heizou; Kazuha; Gorou

Content: gender neutral reader; she/her pronouns for your friend/sister; cheating; hurt/no comfort; angst and drama; you walk in on them; suggestive on some parts; Gorou being manipulated; non-consent on Kazuha's part, but not explicit!!

Word count: 2,4k words

Thank you so much for giving me an angsty request. Have fun reading!

Ayato

He would think so high and mighty of himself

Like, he was sure that he was hiding it pretty damn well and that you would never find out about his little secret

you have been engaged to Ayato for some time now, the wedding due to happen soon

it has been a marriage of convinience, both for him as well as your family, yet you were relieved when you found out you were going to marry Ayato, having had a crush on him for a little over a year now

you thought that over the time he got to know you, he also developed feelings for you, he certainly did tell you so

for a long time, you were blinded by the illusion you so desperately wanted to believe, ignorant to the sad and sympathatic looks Ayato's staff would give you

You excused his long and late hours away from you, telling yourself that he was just catching up on work and that he was alright

You only started to get somewhat suspicious when you noticed one of your friends visiting the Kamisato estate rather frequently, but only ever staying for a short period of time, while she never even talked to you when here

still, you gave them both the benefit of the doubt, thinking that they might just be working on something together

Thoma, however, knew what was going on behind your back. He wanted to tell you on so many different occaisions, yet he had to think of his own job as well and how his actions could put himself at risk, as well. So, he never said a single word to you, keeping you oblivious

until one day, it was late at night again and Ayato told you he would be working late again

you nodded and let him get back to his work, but later decided to surprise him with some snacks and refreshments you wanted to bring him

you were feeling kind of giddy when you approached his office door with the tray in your hands, as you noticed weird sounds coming from behind the doors

you didn't want to believe your ears, this couldn't be happening.. not your Ayato..

so you pushed open the door slightly, enough for you to peek into the room, only to have your world crushed in front of your eyes, along with all your hopes and dreams for the future

your ears did not decieve you, Ayato was, in fact, cheating on you this very moment with the person you thought to be one of your best friends

what's even worse was that he noticed you, standing by the door, having caught them in the act

and all he did, was smirk at you as he leaned down and bit into the other womans neck to which she let out a loud moan

shocked, the tray slipped out of your hands as you turned on your heels and started running down the halls, tears streaming down your face

you passed Thoma on the way to your room who shot you another sympathetic look.

He knew it... he was in on it..

now it finally dawned on you, and it all made sense.. why everyone was always looking at you like this.. they were all in on it.. you were the only one who wasn't aware..

still crying, you grabbed a bag and took some of your most important belongings as well as some clothes, before you left this estate you once hoped you could call your home

seems like some things just weren't meant to work out in life...

Heizou

he wouldn't want to do it, but he would if he could get some kind of benefit from it

Heizou has always been a very flirty personality, even while in a relationship with you. It caused arguments on more than one occaision

he would always tell you that he would stop doing it.. that promise would sometimes last for a week, often times shorter than that, before he got right back to his usual behaviour

the worst part was, that he saw nothing wrong with this type of behaviour

as long as it got him the results he desired, he didn't care for the method he had to use

it was cruel in a way, but he didn't want to acknowledge that he could do wrong as well

when this particular incident occured was when he finally realized how wrong his attitude had been

he had been stumped on a particular case for a few days now, no new leads showing up and the trail was starting to get cold

it frustrated him beyond anything else and to top it off, he was currently engaged in yet another heated argument with you

you were ticked off by the way he was shamelessly flirting with a shopkeeper, right in front of you while on a date

he tried to explain that he just tried to get some clues out of her, but you didn't seem to want to hear it

after some more yelling, you left the house to catch some fresh air and cool off, while Heizou stayed back

he sat in front of his files again, trying to make sense of all the clues when someone knocked on the front door

he recognised your sister there and while he planned on sending her away at first, she made him an offer he just couldn't turn down so easily

spending one night with her in exchange for the missing clues he needed to solve this case

he didn't think long before agreeing to this deal

she entered the house and it didn't take long before things got heated and they both landed on the bed he normally shared with you

it didn't really feel right to do this, but he was doing it for the greater good. He's sure you would understand that

while they were in the middle of things, with her being on top, riding him, he suddenly heard the front door open and a sharp inhale being taken

he whipped his head around, seeing you standing there, looking shocked and hurt

immediately after that, you turned and ran out the door again, he saw tears beginning to form in your eyes. He wanted to get up and run after you, but.... he couldn't. He had to keep up his part of the deal. He could always talk to you the next day

when he sought you out the next day, you were refusing to speak to him.. and the day after... as well as the day after that

he was getting frustrated, missing holding you in his arms. He grew irritated without you around..

the next day, he saw you in the streets of Inazuma City, so he walked up to you

However, once he reached you, he was met with a slap in the face. It stung, and he looked at you in surprise

tears welled up in your eyes again as you turned and tried to leave again, but he quickly snatched your wrist, trying to explain his reasons to you

you stayed and listened, but your expression was hard and ice cold the entire time

"I hope it was worth it in the end, because you lost me for good now"

that was the last thing you ever said to him again before you left his life for good

and finally, Heizou understood what he had been doing wrong this entire time... and he regretted his decisions like nothing else in his life...

Kazuha

now for Kazuha... he is a very honest and loyal soul

you never would have thought that you had to worry about anything like that with him, already having bad experiences from a previous relationship

Kazuha always made time for you, made you feel loved and appreciated, always told you how much he loved and adored you, whishing you would stay with him forever

you honestly felt the same way about him, already imagining a future together with him

but... we all know how easily Kazuha can get drunk.. and just how drunk he gets from so few drinks..

you were going out with some of your friends to party a bit, and you decided to invite your boyfriend along

he didn't mind it, deciding not to drink anything so he could keep an eye on you and make sure you're safe throughout the entire night

it went well in the beginning. You were moderately drinking with your friends while he was sipping on whatever non-alcoholic beverage he ordered for himself

he always kept an eye on you, but at some point of the night, he lost sight of you

while walking around the vicinity, looking around trying to find you, he ran into one of your friends, who was obviously pretty drunk at this point

she clung onto Kazuha, staying close to him, slowing him down immensely

at some point, she offered him a drink. He refused at first, but she kept insisting, promising that it would be non-alcoholic

being the sweetheart that Kazuha is, he gave in after some time, only to realize too late that she had been lying, it was very much an alcoholic drink

but it was too late already, she forced him to down the glass and then another one right after, getting him drunk

in this state, he didn't have control over his mind or his actions, he just went along with whatever she said to him

so what if she suggested to go into an isolated corner so that they could have some "fun"

in his inebriated state, he didn't realize that the person he was doing it with, wasn't you

only when he heard a gasp and saw you standing there a few feet away from him did he regain some of his consciousness back

he saw the tears forming in your eyes and he tried to run after you, but even in your own drunken state, you were faster than him, he couldn't catch up to you

the next day, he woke up again with a severe headache but still perfect memory from the events of that night

he immediately set out to look for you, finding you rather quickly

you had dark circles under your eyes and they were red and swollen from all the crying

he apologized to you over and over, telling you what had happened. He hated himself for letting this happen to him, yet he was still more worried over you

it is up to you if you want to forgive him or not, he will accept whatever decision you make. Just know that he is so, so sorry and if you choose to give him a second chance, he will make sure that nothing like that will ever happen again..

Gorou

oh, poor little Gorou..

he is soo easy to manipulate.. people can tell him everything they want, and he is prone to believe them until proven wrong

he loves you dearly, with all his heart, but he often doubts himself, fearing that he's not good enough for you

so, when someone else comes along, planting even the faintest bit of doubt in his mind about your relationship, he grows restless and insecure

you, having already a strained relationship with your family, especially with your younger sister, spent most of your free time with Gorou, so normally, there wouldn't be anything for him to worry about, right?

Well, the thing is.. your sister has always had a thing for Gorou, even before you two got together. She neve told you about it, but ever since you made the relationship official, she hated you for it

she wanted Gorou all to herself, yet you were standing in the way of that goal. She had to get rid of you somehow..

the first few months of the relationship went by great, you were both so in love with each other

yet, after that, your sister started to visit Gorou whenever you weren't around him. You could be at work or out doing something.. she would be there visiting him, leaving again before you returned again

at first, it was just normal visits. She would simply talk to Gorou, asking him how his day went, getting to know him better. Though she asked to keep this meet-ups a secret from you, since she claimed she wanted to reconnect with you on your terms alone

Gorou, being non the wiser, agreed to that

this went on for a while until she started to plant seeds of doubt in his mind. Spreading rumors to him how you were meeting up with some other guy, how the meet-ups became more frequent, that you were probably cheating on him, and so on

Gorou didn't want to believe her, choosing to trust you. But, being so gullible, he started to see things that weren't actually there. He imagined you coming home later than usual, thinking you were avoiding his gaze

he didn't want to admit it, but with every further visit from your sister, he believed her more and more, now doubting everything about your relationship with him. Did you ever even love him?

the final part of her plan came, when she convinced him to sleep with her to "get you back for cheating on him first"

it felt wrong to him, but he still went along with the idea. At some point, he did get into it, not noticing how you came back earlier than usual, flowers in your hand..

those flowers immediately dropped to the ground as you realized what you just walked in on..

and in that moment did he remember.. today was your anniversary.. 6 months togehter...

he immediately ripped himself off your sister, calling out your name, but you were already out the door. He quickly threw some clothes over himself to run after you, but your sister caught his wrist, begging him to stay

he paid her no mind and ran after you, yet he wasn't able to find you, no matter where or how hard he looked..

defeated, he returned to his place, curling in on himself.. tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow he's gonna find you and talk to you..

however, the next day, he found out that you had left Watatsumi Island.. you went and found Kazuha, leaving Inazuma with him on the Alchor..

you were out of his reach, forever now, and it was all his fault.. he had no one else to blame but himself for his stupid actions.. he lost the best thing that ever came into his life, and he would never get you back...

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elysia-nsimp · 3 months ago

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Hello scary Danganronpa community I would like to leave my Korekiyo redesign here an an offering please do not hunt me for sport /hj

Details and stuff (giant bricks of autistic text) below cut

Okay so in canon, we know Kiyo’s sister made his uniform and (I THINK) (DONT QUOTE ME ON THIS) he canonically doesn’t like it very much but wears it because of the whole… sister thing.

This redesign is meant to NOT be just a replacement of the OG design, but takes place in a non-despair AU where Kiyo actually learns that the relationship he had with his sister was NOT a healthy one. He gets support from his classmates and possibly the therapy he DESPERATELY NEEDS, and after beginning to accept his situation, he makes his OWN uniform with help and input from his peers.

That being said, what all did I do and what was my thought process?

- his og outfit was highly inspired by military-style clothing, and. *The anti-semetic armband.* so all that went in the trash because I didn’t like it

- I put him in more comfy traveling clothes—a soft button-up, a cardigan, slightly baggy pants, high travel boots. He travels a lot so might as well be comfy for it! The boots have a fluffy lining for cold weather

- I changed the hat. He needed a hat still but I changed it from a military style hat to a sea man type hat. It just felt right.

- kept the mask, but he wears it more because of his travels—lots of diseases. + his sister died of illness so he’s cautious about that. (I did change some of his story too but I tried to keep the big plot points while not romanticizing it)

- kept the bandages too. He does a lot of field work so I imagine he gets scratches a lot. Just another precaution to protect himself when traveling.

- I wanted to use the rope and rose motifs in his official art. I was so disappointed there wasn’t more of that. So his cardigan and pants have matching vine patterns and he has a rope tied around his waist—it’s there because sometimes you need a rope yknow. It’s a tool but also stylish/hj

- it’s commented on in the game how he’s very feminine (QUEER) and how he “has the kind of beauty that puts female colleagues to shame” ??? which is a weird way of forshadowing BUT I decided he gets to have long eyelashes and longer nails.

- his locket has been moved from his breast pocket to a necklace.

- and lastly I kinda liked the weird stringy hair thing Danganronpa does sometimes?? I just gave it more volume because . Yeah.

So yeah those are my big notes. How about some more story-based explanations?

- Kiyo got used to the darker palette (plus it keeps the mysterious spooky vibe the creators were going for), so he just kept that.

- all the material is soft and breathable, which was his priority when looking for the base clothing pieces!

- Angie helped him with the rose and vines! They’re embroidered. All Kiyo said was that he felt it was all very green and wanted to bring back some red, something about roses, and that’s what Angie came up with for him. He really liked how it came out

So yeah :] I hope y’all enjoy, I like the final product. Definitely not intended to be canon in the event of the killing game universe but I’ve always preferred exploring non-despair AUs.

If anyone WANTS to hear about the story changes I made lmk but uhhh I’m not making that my first Danganronpa post ahahahahahahha (<- read this as frightened and shaking like a chihuahua)

Again please don’t shoot me point blank danganronpa community

#eely rambles #eely draws stuff #korekiyo shinguji #danganronpa korekiyo #drv3 korekiyo #danganronpa redesign

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scarlethexelove · 5 months ago

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If possible could you do a part 2 of "I Love You, You Idiot" where reader gives birth while kate is out on a mission

Are You Ready

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Word Count: 1857

Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, Little bit of angst, Probably a terrible description of giving birth, Fluff, Kate missing the birth, Happy ending though, I'm so fucking terrible at tagging.

Pt 1

A/n: Hope you like it. I love writing for Kate she just so adorable. Uhhh I need more Kate in my life.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

You jolt forward in pain from a dead sleep. You grip the side of your stomach. “Fuck. Stupid braxton hicks.” You grunt through the pain. When the pain starts to dissipate you reach your hand out and pat the bed looking for your girlfriend. When you don’t feel her you turn to look at the side of her bed seeing it empty. The clock on her bedside table reads 3:00am causing you to sigh. “Katie?” You call out hoping she maybe is close by but you get no response.

Another wave of pain washes over you causing you to whimper. That’s when you feel the gush of liquid between your legs. You quickly throw the sheets off your body revealing in the moonlight that your water has broken. You reach for your phone and quickly call Kate but she doesn’t pick up. You curse under your breath trying to call her a few more times each time failing to get a hold of your girlfriend.

You grip the sheets with your free hand from the pain as the pain gets slightly closer together. So this time you call the other person you trust the most, your best friend. The phone rings a few times. “Hello.” A groggy voice comes through the phone. “Wands.” You can’t help how your words come out as a whimper. “Y/n/n, what’s wrong?” You can hear shuffling as Wanda sounds much more awake than she did a moment ago. “M-My water broke. K-Kate isn’t here a-and I-I-I can’t get a hold of her.” You stutter through your words gritting through the pain.

Wanda shuffles around more, putting some clothes on. “I’ll be right there sweetheart.” She hangs up the phone. Not even a minute later she is coming into your room and is quickly by your side. “Let’s get you down to the med bay.” She helps you to your feet. She helps keep you steady as you make your way out of your room.

Natasha stood in the hall rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What’s going on?” She looks between the two of you. “Y/n’s water broke and Kate isn’t anywhere to be found. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything detka I just needed to get to Y/n.” Nat shakes her head. “Don’t apologize, get Y/n/n to the med bay.” She motions for you two to continue on as you grip onto Wanda. “Natty, can you please find where Kate is?” You ask as Wanda leads you down the hall. “Of course sweetheart.” Nat turns quickly and makes her way down the hall looking for an explanation on why Kate isn’t here especially when you were so close to going into labor.

Wanda leads you into the med bay where doctors are already leading you into a room and getting you as comfortable as they can. You look at Wanda with a few tears in your eyes. “I want Katie.” You whimper. The look in your eyes breaks Wanda’s heart. “I know sweetie. Natty is looking for her. She will find her and bring her here.” She tries to reassure you.

Your contractions are getting closer together. The nurses put you into a hospital gown and get you into a bed. The doctor comes in with a wide smile. “Let's see how far you are along.” Your dad had hired an OBGYN for the compound after finding out that you are pregnant in preparation for his grandbaby. “Hi Dr. Robbins.” She gives you a warm smile as she puts on her gloves. “Are you ready to have your little boy?” She sits down on a rolly stool and positions herself between your already spread legs.

You shake your head as your thoughts go to Kate. Where is she? Is she okay? Did she decide that she doesn’t want to do this anymore? All you want is for her to be by your side while going through this. More tears fill your eyes. The more your mind wanders and your fear builds. You can’t do this without her.

“Looks like you're ready to push.” You hadn’t even realized that Dr. Robbins had checked you out until her words broke you out of your thoughts. “No.” You whine. “I-I can’t.” You shake your head vigorously, tears starting to stream down your face. “Y/n/n.” You turn to look at Wanda who has a reassuring smile on her face. “You can do this.” She takes your hand in hers and squeezes it lightly. “N-No I can’t.” You shake your head more. Panic takes over as you cry. “I can’t do it.”

“Y/n I need you to push for me.” Your head snaps to Dr. Robbins before you shake your head more. “I can’t do this.” The room is all trying to encourage you. “Yes you can sweetheart. You are so strong.” Wanda kisses the top of your head. “I-I-I need Kate. S-She needs to be here.” You start to panic more. Sweat now dripping from your forehead that Wanda tries her best to wipe off.

Wanda’s heart breaks more for you. If she wasn’t so concerned for you she would be more pissed at Kate right now but you need her more right now. So she pushes her anger down in order to be there for you. Right now you are more vulnerable than you have ever been with Wanda and she just wants to help.

“I’m here with you. I’m not going anywhere.” Wanda tries to reason with you in order to get you to push. She knows that the longer you try to hold it in, the more dangerous it becomes for you and your son. “I-” Your cut off as Nat bursts through the door. Without your knowledge Wanda had mentally communicated with Nat trying to get her to hurry up on finding out where Kate is. Nat has a tablet in her hand. “Kate was sent on an emergency mission. She is on her way back now.” Nat turns the tablet showing you the screen.

Kate’s face lights up the screen. You can see that she has some scratches on her face. “You-You’re hurt.” You mummer. Kate gives you a reassuring smile. “I’m ok baby. I’m sorry I’m not there, I didn't have a choice.” Kate wasn’t supposed to be sent on any more missions since you were so close to your due date so who made her go. You don’t have time to think about it as you grunt in pain.

“Y/n you really need to push.” Dr. Robbins tries again, her voice filled with worry. “You can do it baby.” Kate tells you as Nat continues to hold the table close to the bed. “I-I can’t. I need you.” You look at the screen with her face displayed right there. “I’m here baby.” You shake your head. “You’re not here Katie.” She gives you a sad smile. “I may not be there physically but I’m going to be right here. You have Wanda and Nat to help you. We are all here for you baby. I love you so much and you are so strong. Please push for me baby.” You look down before nodding lightly. “That’s my girl. You can do this.” You let out a shaky breath. “Okay.”

“Alright Y/n you ready.” Dr. Robbins asks. You give her a nod. “Let’s meet your son. Come on Y/n push.” You follow her instructions and start to push. All the women around you encourage you as you continue to push. Grunting through the pain and grip Wanda’s hand tightly. This is one of the worst pains you have ever felt but you know it will be worth it when you get to meet your son.

With one final push the cries of your son could be heard through the room. You can hear a watery chuckle from the screen. Nat facing the tablet to let Kate see your son being born. She wishes more than anything that she could have been there in person but she is glad that she got to see it. The nurse takes him to clean him up as Dr. Robbins finishes with you.

“You did amazing, sweetheart.” Wanda kisses your forehead. You look up at her and she has the biggest smile on her face. “Thank you.” You mumble exhausted. “Why are you thanking me? You did all the work.” Her expression is soft and loving. “For your help. I don’t know what I would have done without you. Or you Natty.” You look at the other woman. They both just wave you off. You notice that Nat is holding the tablet anymore. Your brows furrow and eyes water a little. “Where did Kate go?” Nat doesn’t answer you but she has a smile on her face which confuses you more.

The door swings open. “I’m here.” Kate is out of breath as she comes through the door. Nat backs away, giving space for Kate to come to your side. Kate rushes over to you, taking your hand and leaning down to kiss you. “I’m so sorry I missed it.” She has tears in her eyes, leaning her forehead against yours. “You’re here now.”

A nurse comes towards you with a little blue bundle. Wanda gives her room as she gets closer. The nurse gently hands you the little bundle. “Meet your son.” Tears fill your eyes as you cradle him in your arms. You look at him trying to memorize every feature of his face. He looks so much like Kate and you couldn’t be happier.

You and Kate never told anyone the names you had picked out, wanting it to be a surprise. But as you look at him and remember what you have been through you know that you want to change something. You take a look up at Wanda before you look at Kate. She had been watching you. Your eyes meet hers and you can see them shining with more tears. She nods her head lightly with a smile. You didn’t need to say anything for her to know exactly what you wanted to do. Your gaze returns to your son with a smile.

“Meet Theo Pietro Bishop.” You look back up to see Nat has joined Wanda. Wanda is wearing a shocked expression, tears slowly filling her eyes. “You’ve helped so much Wanda I wanted to do something for you. I couldn’t think of any better way to show you how much you mean to me.” You're both crying now. Wanda shakes her head. “You didn’t-” You cut her off. “I want to Wands.” You let out a watery chuckle. “We would want nothing more.” Kate adds.

Kate’s arm wraps around you and you lean into her side. Both of your gazes back on your little bundle of joy. More than happy to start this new chapter of your life. To have an amazing girlfriend. Two women who will be fantastic Aunts to your little boy. And a whole village behind you with the Avengers. Life couldn’t be more perfect than it is right now.

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yourheart-inmyhands · 1 year ago

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Hi!! I wanted to tell you how much I’m obsessed with your work 😭😭😭

Anyways have you ever done or considered like uhhh- wrio’s darling who was like accused of a crime the DIDNT do and now they’re being released. Ofc that darling is running away as soon as possible 😭🙏🏽 idk what I’m saying but I hope you understand

Btw can I be 🧊-anon? 🤍

ofc you can :D also the things i would do for this man, he's so edible, i wanna just take nibbles outta him, a few at a time so i can really savor the absolute snack that he is <333

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including being framed, wriothesley being a douche, delusional behavior, obsessive behaviors, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Wriothesley had been part of the plot to get you locked up in the first place. Most of his time was spent in the Fortress of Meropide and with you locked up in one of the cells he could keep you close, keep an eye on you, and spend more time with you. Of course, he made sure that he personally handled all your care, so when your release day came after your conviction was overturned, he was disappointed to say the least. At least the fall guy was found guilty though, with Wriothesley having never been suspected of a thing.

Freedom, there it was, just beyond those doors. You could feel your heart skip beats as you sped-walked to it, hope bubbling up inside you once again. Your pursuit to freedom was quickly halted though, a strong, calloused hand holding tightly but not painful, onto your wrist. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you turned to look at the very man you had suspected put you here, Wriothesley. His smile was sickening as he regarded you silently for a moment. “You have paperwork you need to sign, and you can’t just waltz out of here, we’re underwater.” A small notch in your rush for freedom but nothing you couldn’t handle. After all, you wouldn’t be free for long, Wriothesley was already plotting ways of getting you sent back here again. It would be tough though, with you having already been framed once and found to be innocent, it would be difficult to frame you again without it seeming suspicious. He was a smart man though, he was sure he’d find a way. After all, he just wanted to see you down here, carefully tucked away in a revamped call just for you. Safe, sound, and by his side, where you belong.

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thought--bubble · 6 months ago

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There Is Still Hope... Isn't there? Pt.6 (Final)

Tom Bennett X (Best friend's sister reader)

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Word Count: 2,534

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Warnings::: oral sex female receiving, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected (P in V) sex.

When you woke up, you decided not to get dressed and neat like you had been doing every morning for weeks since Tom had moved in. What was the point?

As you walk into the kitchen hair a mess in just your oldest nightgown, you find Josh and Tom already seated at the table.

You grumble a quiet "Mornin" as you move to get your tea.

"Already got you sorted, love," Tom says as he gestures to a steaming cup of tea already placed in front of the seat across from him.

You squint your eyes at him briefly before sliding the cup down one seat so you're sitting across from Josh.

Josh does his best to stifle a laugh, bringing the paper he is reading up over his face to hide it from view.

"Right. Ummm.... so it seems like it will be a nice day, " Tom awkwardly states, running his finger around the rim of his cup.

"Hmmm" you hum before sipping your tea. You quickly spit it out disgusted.

"How much sugar did you put in this?!"

Josh pulls the paper up close to his face, basically laughing directly into it.

Tom looks over at him, frustration lining his chiseled features.

"Sorry, I made it as I made my own" he says sheepishly "I can make you another"

"No, please don't." You get up quickly and head over to the counter. "You know, the war may be over, but sugar is still expensive and hard to come by"

"I like my things, sweet. Not bitter." Tom states curtly.

Josh pulls the paper down from in front of his face, just his eyes peering over the top, shifting back and forth between the two of you.

"Hmmm. Well, it's wasteful. I, for one, choose not to be wasteful. I don't waste sugar -" you round the table sitting down with your new cup of tea "nor my time"

Tom scoffs, "Your time, eh?" He leans forward on the table using his forearms for balance. "You think you've been wasting your time recently?"

"I don't think. I know, " you quip back before taking a sip of tea haughtily.

"You should have stopped your sentence at "I don't think" woulda been more accurate." Tom snaps back.

"RIGHT." Josh states loudly, thumping his paper down on the table. "I'm off to work then. Uhhh..... you two have fun bickering"

"We're not bickering. Just a nice morning conversation over tea. " You lean your head to the side, giving Josh an obviously forced smile.

Tom runs his hand down the front of his face as Josh pats him on the shoulder. "Good luck, mate."

Josh grabs his bag and walks out the front door. The kitchen falling into an almost eerie silence as soon as the door slams shut.

You sip your tea glaring at Tom just to find him glaring right back at you.

"Do you plan to keep this up?" He gestures toward you flippantly.

"No. I have errands to run today. Won't be here much longer, " you smirk towards him before quickly finishing your cup of tea.

Tom sighs and watches you as you deposit your cup into the sink. As you go to leave the kitchen, he springs up from his chair and blocks the doorway.

"Would you be so kind as to move, please?" You ask him sarcasm dripping from every syllable.

"Nah, don't think I will love." he leans his shoulder against the doorframe staring back at you with that signature Tom cheeky grin.

You walk up close to him and slightly push against his chest "I said move"

Tom chuckles lightly, "and I said no. Not until we've had a proper chat"

You roll your eyes and back up slowly. "About what exactly?"

"Bout us," he pushes himself off the door frame and steps forward towards you.

You back up towards the counter. "Not much to talk about is there? We're fine. Same as we ever were"

Tom chuckles and continues to advance on you. "No. It's changed, love. You know that."

You clear your throat as you continue to take steps back, attempting to maintain the small distance between the two of you.

"Nothing has changed," you attempt to say with conviction, the shake to your voice betraying your true feelings.

"I should have kissed you. That night out front. I know that now, " he says softly, his bright blue eyes trained on your face.

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks before looking back at him indignantly. "Well, you can't force what you don't want."

"Is that what you think? I didn't want it?" He takes two large steps towards you, as you back up more you feel your bum hit the counter, and a sly smirk creeps up the corners of his mouth.

"No where left to run, darlin." he steps just a bit closer, the gap between you nearly non-existent.

He puts his hands on the edge of the counter on either side of your hips, effectively boxing you in. "Now we're gonna have a quick chat yeah?"

"Doesn't look like I have much of a choice." You push slightly against one of his wrists.

"Why are you so cross with me?" He asks bluntly.

"I'm not," you deny. You turn your head to the side, looking down at his large hand as it flexes around the edge of the counter.

"That so?" He asks, a teasing lilt to his voice, "So you've just been unpleasant all morning for no reason then?"

You grit your teeth as you look up at this annoyingly beautiful man. You could see the smile behind his eyes, and it left you momentarily speechless.

"I didn't go home with her." He lifts his hands and cups your cheeks, pulling your face up towards him. "I didn't, so no more being cross with me, yeah?"

"I don't care about that." You know it's obvious that you do, though you can't bring yourself to admit it.

"Aye," he smirks, pressing his forehead to yours. "Course not, must be something else that's got your knickers all twisted up"

"Maybe you're just frustrated?" He suddenly brings his hands to your thighs and grips tight, lifting you up onto the counter.

Your breath catches in your throat as he slots himself between your thighs, his hands sliding down your back, before they rest just over the curve of your ass.

"Ahhh, look at that? Much more friendly now. " He pulls you toward him, bringing you to the edge of the counter pushing his hips against yours.

"We're gonna make up now." He leans down and nibbles your earlobe before pulling back to look at you.

"I..... I....." You stutter back at him, unable to form a coherent thought.

He chuckles lightly before dipping his head again, gently nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck.

You gasp at the feeling, your back arching slightly. All of the things you wanted to yell at him about, complain about all slide out of your thoughts, the only thing left a pleasant buzzing.

He pulls you tighter to him, bringing his hands back to your thighs and lifting them up around his hips, and subtly grinds himself against your clothed heat.

"Tom....." you whisper hardly loud enough for him to hear. You're not sure what else you meant to say, but you felt like you had to say something.

He buries his face in your neck and takes a deep breath. "Don't know why I waited so long," he exhales slowly while his fingers spiderwalk down the back of your thighs toward your bum. "Forgive me"

"I... there's... I.." You stutter the feel of his hands inching ever closer to your panties leaves you without thought.

"Shhhh love." He ghosts his lips up the side on your neck before pressing them tenderly along your jaw line, his fingers reaching their intended destination.

"Let's get these off, yeah?" He whispers against your neck, curling his fingers around the waistband of your panties.

You unconsciously lift your bottom slightly off the counter to assist him in removing them. As he slides them down your legs, he pushes your nightgown up.

He slides them down your legs slowly, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin of your upper thigh. Until he gets them down to your ankles and slides them completely off.

Your hands tightly grip the edge if the counter. There is heat and a chill simultaneously running through and over you. the sensations overwhelming but in a way that is also satisfying.

He pushes your thighs apart, each nibble and each lick to your inner thighs sending bolts of electricity through your entire frame.

Every nibble brings his head closer to where you want him, your body instinctually spreading your legs wider without a conscious thought.

"Please," you whisper, your self-control placed behind the burning need in your core.

Tom chuckles against your skin. "Please, what love?" He teases, bringing his head to the apex of where your thighs meet your center.

"Please!" You whimper before grasping at his hair, pulling him towards the space you needed him most.

He places just one gentle kiss on your clit, Your eyes immediately roll back at the sensation, your fingers tightening around the sandy blonde locks in your hands.

"Please, what?" He asks again as he places another two kisses on the sensitive nub, each time pressing just a little harder.

"Please, touch me," you huff out your legs, spread so wide you begin to feel the strain in your muscles.

"Touch you? Hmm" Tom traces his fingers over your thighs while breathing directly onto your clit, your body jolting with each breath.

"Tom.... please, I need you. " You whimper, rocking your hips towards him in your desperation for contact. He brings his hands to your heat, using them to spread you open for him before licking a strip from your dripping entrance to your swollen nub.

"Ahhh!" Your legs shake at the heat of his tongue against your sensitive burning flesh.

"Don't stop!" You whine as he again pulls his head back.

"Ask me for it, darling." he lightly blows over your pearl, causing your legs to twitch. You claw at his shoulders and pull at his hair, trying to get him closer. Your mind is a muddled mess. You want him to touch you. No, you need him to touch you every fiber of your being vibrating with desire.

"Please, Tom," you pant between whimpers, "please make me feel good."

Tom smiles before attacking your swollen nub with renewed vigor. Gripping your hips tightly. His nails just barely digging into the soft flesh.

"Oh god, oh god," you whimper above him as you pull your legs apart as far as they will go.

"It's just me, love." Tom chuckles, his face still buried between your thighs as you teater precariously at the edge of bliss.

Once again he pulls back slightly and blows cool air against your clit, your body convulsing.

"TOM!" At this point, all rationality has left you, and all that is left is a primal need. You pull his head forward by his hair and move yourself closer to him.

He chuckles before giving into your wanton pleas. It takes very little to send you hurdling into oblivion a few quick strokes of the tongue, and you're left spent, panting heavily the back of your head resting against the cabinets.

Tom stands, wiping his face with his forearm, an almost predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Now you're ready for me, love." He grips your hips and pulls you to him, leaving your bum resting just at the edge of the counter.

He fumbles with his belt and trousers, trying to get them undone as quickly as possible, his chest heaving with anticipation.

You can feel your heart blasting in your chest as he grips your left thigh lifting it to his hip and using his other hand to rub the tip of his cock up against your wet slit.

The growl he makes once your skin makes contact has you clenching around nothing, reigniting that fire in your belly.

He pushes into you slowly at first but quickly increases his speed until he bottoms out.

"Fuck" he breathes into the crook of your neck. "You feel so good, darling," his hips snap, meeting yours with a hurried rhythm, the room silent other than the sound of his skin against yours and the labored breaths of both of you.

You lull your head back and look up at the ceiling above you, the feeling of Tom's hot breath wrapping around your neck like a warm scarf. All the times you had dreamt of this moment did not compare to the reality of it. His calloused fingertips on your thighs, the pleasure in his sighs. Every thrust left you reeling. You wanted more. More of him. As much as you could get, no matter how long this moment was, you knew it could never be long enough.

"Look at me." He huffs into your ear, his pace never slowing for a moment. You bring your head back down so your eyes are level and take in his beautiful face. His jaw is slack, and there are beads of sweat sitting gently atop his brow. His eyes are dark with lust with a thin ring of that sharp blue that's been able to slice through you for as long as you can remember.

He brings his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. The heat and the wetness all help tighten that coil in your belly once again. Every joke, every sideways glance. Every time the heat bubbled to your face as you giggled at one of his silly jokes has led to this moment. It was so obvious to you now.

You were always meant to end up right here, at the edge of oblivion with Tom panting between your legs.

As the coil in your lower belly snaps yet again and your face contorts in pleasure, you keep your eyes locked on Tom's.

See me. Watch me. This is for you

Tom groans and throws his head back at the feeling of you clenching around him, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs one last time as he fights himself to pull out of you and release onto your inner thighs his heavy panting felt like a love song of sorts.

"You're mine now." Tom slides his fingers into your hair, pulling you closer, leaning his forehead against yours as he still fights for air.

"I thought my family was gone. My life over, just death and heartache left." He gently kisses your lips before pulling back and looking into your eyes.

"But when I'm looking at you I just can't help but think..... there is still hope .... isn't there?"

You bring your hands to his cheeks, sliding your thumbs gently over his cheekbones. "There is still hope, Tom. For you, for me. For happiness, " You gently nuzzle your nose against his as an unfamiliar warmth travels through your entire body.

"There was always hope"

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your-local-hoemie · 1 year ago

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Diluc, childe and xiao with reader that likes being praised in bed please!

Ns!fw. 18+ only!!

Ohohohohohohoh

Genuinely excited to do a nsfw request but Ik full well I’m gonna be squealing into my pillow jdjfjfidb

I know this ain’t gonna be good but I’m hoping I’ve read enough of this stuff to at least know what I’m doing 💀

Warnings: Lots of sexy touches and words (idk what warnings to put ya’ll it’s gn so I couldn’t be too specific aaaaa) established relationship, very soft smut! Gn!reader, swearing, praise, slight power play in Childes, uhhh that’s about it I think??

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Xiao.

Childe~

Something feels cursed about using “childe” in a nsfw but we’ll bypass that for now

He’s so horny for you most of the time

He knew that whenever he encouraged and praised you during your sparring, it always sparked something in your eyes

And he liked it

So of course why wouldn’t he use the same tactics while he’s buried in between your legs <3

They way you moan out his name and dig your nails into his skin whenever he reminds you how good you’re being for him makes childe go wilde (I’m sorry)

Something about the way you craved his approval and praise just did things to him

Like you wanted to be good for him and no one else

Maybe he’ll give you a reward for being so good~

“You’re being so good for me baby~”

The ginger mumble out his words against your neck causing you to shiver at the vibrations.

You both had been sparing today and going a lot harder at it than usual causing one fight to end up with him pinning you to the ground with a massive smirk.

“You’re not half bad at this y’know? I’m almost inclined to say you’re good”

Hearing those words, your cheeks flushed pink as you rubbed your thighs together. Something about the way he praised you while making you feel so powerless had your whole body craving more.

Of course Childe being the little shit he is, noticed your reaction and being the kind, wonderful boyfriend that he is, decided to test the waters a little~

Less than 30 minutes later he has you pressed up against a wall, his hand working it’s magic on your sex while he leaves pretty little bite marks along your neck and shoulder.

Feeling overwhelmed with pleasure you couldn’t help but moan out his name and beg for him to keep going no matter what.

“I love it when you’re this desperate for me Y/N”

“You’re being so good for me sweetheart, just a little longer, I know you can do it~”

As his praises continued to flow and his toying with your body didn’t look like it would be ending any time soon, you knew that it was definitely for the best to cancel tomorrow’s commissions for the sake of your poor legs~

Diluc~

He’s a gentleman so he’d natural want to praise his precious love~

He’s a very strong man so when he’s not making sure that you’re ok he’s whispering in your ear and telling you how well you’re taking him <3

Man definitely has size to him

So of course he’d want to praise you for being able to take him all in~

He’s so gentle towards you too!

When he’s not making sure you’re ok then he’s making sure to tell you that you’re doing a good job and making him feel amazing~

It had been a long day at angels share after the KOF swore in a new member and venti decided to sneak into the tavern leaving both you and your beloved feeling frustrated to say the least.

Which is why you were now happily kneeling in between Dilucs legs as his strong hand gently caressed your head while you pleasingly took his length into your mouth.

“Darling you’re taking me all in so well~”

His words were always so sincere and caring towards you, always making sure you knew how much he loves you and his gentle encouragement gave you the confidence you needed when it came to seggsi time!

“Mmm..I’m so lucky to have you, you know that, love?”

“You always know how to make me feel amazing~”

You’d never be able to admit it but you’ve grown to always find yourself feeling certain…ways when ever he praises you.

And he’ll never admit that he knows~

Xiao~

Inhales

My bOY!!!!

He’s so scared that he’s gonna hurt you

So he always makes sure to check up on you ever chance he gets!

He also makes sure to tell you how good you make him feel~

After all he’s been through it’s rare for him to have moments of relief so of course he’s want you to know how much you’re helping him~

He’s not experienced but he’s smart

Give him some time and he’ll learn everything you enjoy!

He isn’t one for making much noise in bed but if you ask him to praise you more then he’ll happily oblige~

“A… Archon’s Y/N, you’re taking me so well~”

Xiao’s and your relationship was unique to say the least.

Never in a million years would he of thought that a mortal would make him feel so many new emotions and sensations.

After first meeting you on the plains outside wangshu inn and then continuing to bump into you repeatedly afterwards, he started feeling his affections for you grow and very slowly he grew brave enough to admit them to you.

To think all of that seemed like such a long time ago now as both of you are flustered, breathy messes in Xiao’s rarely used Inn room after today seemed to shower you both with crushing tension that not even Xiao could fight against for too long.

“Y… you feel so good..”

Xiao had a habit of softly biting your neck whenever he praised you, letting out soft hisses of pleasure whenever you started to quicken your pace along his length while you gripped onto his dark, soft hair.

Occasionally you’d feel him let out a deep growl from his chest when you called out his name in pleasure, almost like just your voice was enough to drive him wild~

“I’ve never felt anything like this before”

“Please don’t stop yet Qingxin, you make me feel so good I… I need more”

It was a rare sight to see the adepti so needy and in such pure bliss like this.

You couldn’t help finding his flustered pouts absolutely adorable when you tease him later about all his sweet words but neither of you can deny your special connection and Xiao would do everything in his power to remind you of that.

Naked or not~

Ya’ll I’m sorry if this is bad, it’s my first time writing seggsie stuff and I’ve been working on this for days 💀

I shall start working on the other requests now as I’m starting to feel better and ya’ll are being generous with the ideas :p

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HI . GET ON THE DISSECTION TABLE. taking your brain RIGHT NOW OH MY GODDDDD. OH MY god ,,, everything in the zine,,,,,

obviously the quality of your work, the art itself is so good ,,,, but OUGHHGGGGHGH i need to bang my head into a wall until im unconscious . like the title itself, starting off . woe mama we are in for a fucked up roboty treat . your comps . your writing . in the most respectful and awestuck tone possible . i need to kill you

my favorite i think is how you draw gemerl ,, all the robots you nail their expressiveness but oughh ,, him in particular makes me kick my feet . 'you are everything i fear becoming' makes me actually tear the fucking floorboards up the themes of autonomy ,,,,,, ,,, and how you storytell through your comic panels,,, the 'what a fool you are to think the doctor is gone' panel set makes me drink 2 Monsters and eat glass

THE . THE IMPOSSIBLE GOAL COMIC RAGHHHHHH. FAV FAV FAV . geninely shaking and trembling looking at it like jesus thats so fucked up ,,, your mind . your writing is so everything !! i would love to get any insight for how you workshop it because it is consistently breathtaking it sticks with me so heavily,,, one time i accidentally stole a line of dialogue word for word from your Never turn back zine comic and had to change it dfhjd,,,,, (wow this line is so cool ! ...a little toooo cool. squint.) but yeah god the last comic wow,, your panel compositions are banger after banger you are so good at consistently writing evocative stuff,,, tragic, rlly funny, hopeful, its so inspirational

thank u so much for putting together such a cool zine, would love to have it physically one day !

GOD. THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS EDIT IS KILLING ME. this is such a rewarding ask to get, i'm so glad you picked up on these things!!

my writing work shopping style is. hm. a bit all over the place. i have a lot of thoughts about it i'll put under a cut if you're interested. there's a lot of little things i've picked up that help me out so so much that i would really love to share!

ok FIRST i should note that it took me so goddamn long to write this thing. like i had the very very VERY first concepts for metal sonic good future like. a year ago. the first scrawlings are literally in a notebook right after some thumbnails i was using for dance in fire and i was editing dialogue up until two days ago. i'm ill

BUT!!! there are a few things i like to keep in mind when i write/edit that have really helped me!

GET OTHER PEOPLE TO READ YOUR STUFF. ESSENTIAL STEP. i get stuck in holes with my work a lot and having beta readers and other eyes on this thing made it like a million times better

sometimes you have to kill your baby. there will be certain lines or moments that you ADORE that simply don't fit into the larger piece, and you gotta just cut it out to make it better sometimes. but usually this gives birth to an even cooler and more epic baby. or sometimes your killed baby is also resurrected later to be used in a different scene. does this make any sense

figuring out what emotion you want a scene to make people feel is very important - with this in mind, i also pay really close attention to how my writing or scene concepts make me feel physically. i think this is the thing that has helped me most with work shopping anything i want to be evocative. does a line make me tense my jaw? make my teeth vibrate? make my chest tight? do i suddenly feel the blood in my hands? if it makes me feel something within my body, i try to draw on that physical sensation when forming the rest of the scene.

ok this last one is. stupid. as i was wrapping up this thing i went through a final edit phase i'd call "Garten of Banban Vision." Garten of Banban is an indie horror game that has uhhh kinda mid dialogue. a lot of it focuses on exposition, and any emotion in it feels a bit hollow. with this in mind, i read through everything one last time and imagined like all of the lines were from a Garten of Banban game and spoken in the character's monotone voices. if the line felt like it could fit a little too well in the Garten of Banban world, i considered editing it. but if i started thinking "oh shit this is pretty good for a Garten of Banban game" i knew it was fine. do you understand what i was alluding to when i said my writing process is a bit all over the place

in conclusion. writing hard

#fernasks #born to fail

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charlottesbookclub · 8 months ago

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like real people do (alistair x reader) 💜💜

Summary: honestly there's no real plot, just pure fluff. Alistair tries to adjust to having a human mate, and he's trying really hard 🥹

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader, mention of skipping a meal (not intentionally), mentions of eating, Alistair being awkward and a bit rude lol, basically just pure tooth-rotting fluff, but as always, let me know if I've missed anything!

Words: 1,634

Author’s Note: me, writing a twilight fanfic in the year of our lord 2024? it's more likely than you think. uhhh yeah I have no real explanation for this except that I have stumbled back into my Alistair obsession and I just wanted to write a cute little something for him. I don't think this is my best work, but at least it made me smile, so that's something. honestly I have no idea if there's anyone else out here reading fanfic for an incredibly minor twilight character, but if there is, I hope you enjoy whatever this is! I was thinking of making this a little series of Alistair trying his damndest to figure out human stuff, so do let me know if you have any interest in that. but okay I'll stop rambling now - enjoy! 💖

A message pinged through on your computer, and you looked away from your work for a moment, pulling up the chatbox. It was Lucy from the front desk:

hey – someone’s here to see you

who?

hard to describe – and i’m having a hard time getting his name

You chuckled softly to yourself, having a sneaking suspicion you knew exactly who it was. Odd that he would willingly put himself in a situation that forced him to speak with other people though. Your laughter turned into a small frown as you considered the fact that something might be wrong. You and Alistair hadn’t been together long, but you knew about his aversion to others well enough to wonder what could bring him into proximity of the possibility of needing to engage in small talk.

be right there

You pushed back from your desk and hurried down to the lobby. Lucy was obviously waiting for you to arrive, and she met you with a mildly panicked look, gesturing with her head toward the tall man standing awkwardly in the corner of the lobby. Thanks to his heightened senses, he had noticed your arrival long before Lucy, and was already striding across the floor toward you at a pace that was just barely slow enough to be considered human. You made a mental note to ask Carlisle to gently review normal human behaviors with him. You just managed to give Lucy a quick thumbs-up to indicate that you knew the tousled man before he bustled the two of you back toward your office.

“Alistair, what the hell?” you asked as he ushered you inside and closed the door behind him.

“What a truly awful system,” he muttered to himself, clearly continuing a rant he was already halfway through rather than answering your question. “I mean really, how many idiots should I have to go through to see my partner?” You just crossed your arms and leaned back against the edge of your desk, a bemused smile starting to fight its way onto your face. You knew it was no use interrupting him until he had gotten everything out. “’Would you like something do drink?’” He parroted Lucy’s question mockingly. “No I bloody well would not – unless you’ve got a few bags of blood stored away back there,” he retorted to this fictional Lucy sarcastically. “Zounds, how hard is it to just point me in the right direction and leave me in peace?” His words faded into muttering and soft curses in a version of English that hadn’t been spoken for hundreds of years.

“Alistair,” you said quietly, breaking him out of his monologue. His talking to himself had seemed strange at first, but the more you learned about his life before meeting you, the more it made sense. He had been his only company for so long and was only now slowly adjusting to speaking with other people again. You, however, found it incredibly endearing and hoped he didn’t break himself of the habit completely.

His focus snapped to you instantly when he heard your voice, and he started murmuring apologies that you quickly brushed off.

“Alistair, it’s fine,” you assured him, sending him a warm smile and softly placing your hand on his forearm. Touch was another thing that was coming back to him only slowly. You had learned to proceed cautiously, gently, making sure he knew that you were about to touch him before making contact. The words stilled on his lips as his eyes focused in on the place where your warm palm met his cold skin.

“Alistair,” you said quietly after a moment of letting him adjust to the contact. His eyes traveled back up to your face at the sound of his name on your lips. “Is something wrong?”

“I—no,” the words tumbled out awkwardly, and you could almost see him trying to say three different sentences at the same time. If he still had blood under his skin, you were certain he would be blushing. Knowing that eye contact made conversation even more difficult for him, you flicked your eyes down toward your hand still on his arm, gently pulling it from where it hung limply at his side. You cradled his large hand in both of yours and began tracing mindless patterns on his skin, hoping this would give him enough of a reprieve to gather his thoughts. He took a deep breath and tried again.

“Nothing is seriously wrong, but I— well I… worried about you.” This instantly caught your attention, and you looked up again almost without thinking, only to find his ruby eyes gazing back down at you with a softness you were just beginning to recognize.

“Alistair, I promise, I’m just fine,” you assure him.

“But… well… I noticed you didn’t eat breakfast this morning.” You tilted your head, wondering why that was such a cause for concern that he would willingly subject himself to the horror of checking in at your work.

“I was just running a little late and didn’t have time to make myself anything,” you explained, hoping that would ease his mind, “there’s always snacks in the break room, so I figured I’d have something when I got here.”

“I understand, but humans in your age group are supposed to eat three balanced meals per day, with the addition of one to three snacks. Lack of nutrients can result in many deficiencies, which in turn can lead to side effects like headache, dizziness, and trouble concentrating.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that was growing on your face as you listened to him recite this knowledge as though he had memorized it straight from a Wikipedia article. However, you seriously doubted Alistair’s ability to navigate the internet, since Carlisle had only recently convinced him to try using a flip phone.

“Where did you hear about this?” you asked, trying to remain serious and stifling the giggles that were rising in your throat.

“I’ve been reading Carlisle’s medical texts,” he responded with a furrowed brow, “I want to make sure I understand all the risks and ensure that I am prepared for every eventuality.”

If you hadn’t been completely in love with him yet, this would have undoubtably sealed the deal. He may be awkward and eccentric and even difficult at times, but he was trying so so hard to care for you in the best way he knew how. Although the whole situation was still incredibly amusing, you simply couldn’t bring yourself to laugh at him, even if it was all in affection. Instead, you raised yourself slowly to your tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you for thinking of me,” you said as you lowered yourself back onto your heels. Your chaste kiss seemed to have frozen him for a moment, as he stood there completely still, his soft squeeze of your hand the only indicator that he was still present in the room. You let him recalibrate, and as he came back himself, he made a soft exclamation as though he had just remembered something. Reluctantly releasing your hand, he swung a small backpack off his shoulder.

“I brought you some breakfast,” he explained as he pulled a jumble of containers out of the bag and placed them on your desk, “I tried to make sure I balanced all the proper nutrients to ensure you wouldn’t suffer any adverse effects from not having eaten this morning.”

You busied yourself with looking at all the containers of food to hide the tears that were welling in your eyes. You had never had someone care for you so completely like this before. Unfortunately, your plan didn’t work, since the awkwardly yet earnestly prepared food only brought more tears to your eyes. You had never expected that strangely cut fruit, mangled pancakes, and soggy cereal sitting in its own milk would make you cry with joy, but the amount of thought and care that had clearly gone into each piece of the meal was about to reduce you to ugly sobs.

You could feel Alistair watching you intently as you opened each of the containers, seemingly trying to gauge your response. When he couldn’t bear it any longer, he finally broke the silence.

“If you don’t like it, I—I’m happy to go out and buy you something. I haven’t had human food in so long and even—even then I didn’t actually prepare it so I tried reading some of Carlisle’s recipe books but I think I still didn’t get it right—”

“Alistair,” you didn’t normally like to cut him off, but you refused to let his anxious rambling sew any seeds of doubt in his mind. “It’s absolutely perfect – I can’t wait to taste it all!”

Alistair beamed at you then, a rare sight, but a welcome one.

“I just have one question though,” you said, and he looked at you quizzically, waiting for your inquiry. “Can I give you a hug?”

Confusion turned to elation on his face, and he spread his arms in assent and anticipation. You threw yourself on him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wiped away a few escaped tears. His arms closed around your back hesitantly, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with them, but his uncertainty seemed to fade as you melted into his grasp, and he wrapped you even more tightly in his embrace.

Both of you were smiling when you finally pulled away. You settled into your desk chair and motioned to Alistair to pull up another. He sat just close enough that your knees could touch as you surveyed the feast before you.

“What do you think I should start with?” you asked him.

“Maybe the pancakes? I’m rather proud of those.”

#charlotte writes #also how do i tag for this man bc we don't know his last name??? 😭😭#alistair #twilight #alistair twilight #alistair twilight imagine #alistair twilight x reader #alistair breaking dawn #twilight alistair imagine #alistair imagine #alistair x reader #twilight alistair #alistair nomad #nomad alistair #twilight saga #twilight fanfiction #twilight alistair x reader

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occamstfs · 9 months ago

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Rosa's Cafe

Here's a longer Racial TF set in a coffee shop, Best! Occam

Matthew had clocked up more hours of overtime for his company than they were willing to pay him. He assumed that their guidelines weren’t so rigid and that he would be fine to get ahead early. These days you really need to go above and beyond to get ahead and Matthew was determined to get in the good graces of the big bosses.

Unfortunately working so hard was a misplay. His direct boss was forcing him to take Paid Time Off in lieu of the overtime pay for the past year. Now he sits at home with next to nothing to do, twiddling his thumbs until he can return to the grind. He loved back when he was a barista in college? Maybe he can get back to customer service?

Reflecting on this he takes to LinkedIn to see if there are any managerial spots open for a cafe. Something needs to scratch his itch for administration and he night as well pour coffee while doing so. In a stroke of luck, or perhaps something more deliberate, as soon as he logs in to check listings he sees a manager position at “Rosa’s Cafe.”

He auto-submits his resume to the restaurant assuming he’s overqualified before even reading the listing’s qualifications. Glancing through them he sees that they’d prefer someone fluent in Spanish. Matthew struggles to recall what if any Spanish remains in his head from taking it in both high school and college. He starts to pull up a language app on his phone before seeing that, jarringly fast, he has already been advanced to an interview for this cafe. Rosa herself sending him a message to come as soon as he’s ready.

Matthew then sprints to check himself in a mirror. He has certainly not slacked in his hygiene since he was asked to stop coming into work, partially in hopes that they’ll need him to come in any day. Today though he throws on some cologne and drives off to Rosa’s Cafe. He doesn’t stop to question how odd it is to already be on the way to an interview, minutes after submitting his resume. They must just really need someone?

As soon as he arrives Rosa is there at the door to greet him, smiling wide and welcoming him into her establishment.

“Hola Matthew! So glad for you to join us, your application was outstanding! Solamente, I was wondering why you wanted this job given your current one?”

Matthew blushes and explains his situation, struggling not to sound like a maniac for wanting to work despite the relatively cushy situation he is in. Although Rosa hears this and is impressed at his ethic, his crave to work. Rosa was more than happy to take advantage of his situation.

“Uhhh there was just one thing though, Miss. Oh uh, lo siento. Señora Rosa.”

“Sí, sí. You aren’t quite fluent en Español, are you Matthew?” He averts his eyes but before he can answer Rosa continues on, “Esta bien. You will just learn on the job sí?”

Putting on an air of determination Matthew pumps his fist “Sí, Sra Rosa! Uh claro que sí,” he attempts, stepping to the limit of the Spanish remaining in his head. Rosa gives him a look like an owner watching a pet as it tries to show off, offering an ambiguous smile before explaining her stance.

“Claro que sí,” offering a knowing nod, “I’m sure you understand why I would want a manager to speak Español, yes? En esta ciudad, in this city, there are very few places where Español is the default. I would just like my cafe to be one of them. The job is of course yours, I would be a fool not to take the opportunity. But while you’re here, mientras estás aquí, please work on su Espanol,” tacking on, “I can’t imagine it will be too long before you’re called back to your job eh? Una estrella como tu”

To her point there are clearly not a lot of people speaking English in the cafe. Matthew would guess he is probably the only native English speaker present making him blush, although after being flattered by Rosa he was ready to accept. After all he had been meaning to practice his Spanish anyway. He puts his hand out to shake her hand, “when can I start?”

“Well, mi pequeño gerente, why not start training now?” Turning around she calls over the barista Juan to introduce the two, talking to Juan at a speed that made it clear to Matthew that she was quite dumbing down her language in their conversation. She then bids farewell to the two, “adios Matthew! Tengo que ah, cόmo se dice, file your paperwork. Hasta mañana!”

“Hola Matthew, it is nice to meet you! Rosa said to show you around,” Juan smiles offering him a cup of their house roast. “Espero que, ah, I hope you don’t mind but I added canella, cinnamon.” Matthew graciously accepts the cup. He may be a world removed from his time as a barista but instantly returns to his first coffee tasting.

It smelled quite strong, darker than he usually prefers and he can see cinnamon swirling through the cup as the cup steams in his hand. He begins to bring the cup up for a closer smell although as soon as the movement begins the allure of the drink overpowers him and he drinks almost too quickly. It was delicious. He always, almost performatively, drank black coffee at his old job. Or no, his real job?

Juan sees Matthew continue to gulp down the cup of coffee waiting for reaction, though he sees very little sign of his mind processing the drink at all. Matthew’s just staring ahead, his eyes ever so slightly glazing over as he finishes the cup. He grins as it almost looks like the coffee has stained Matthew’s upper lip, offering a napkin before asking, “te gusta hermano?”

Matthew snaps back to his senses, staring at Juan as a small ring of brown starts to stain the center of his icy blue eyes. He struggles to even find the words to describe how profoundly he enjoyed the coffee. It was a passion too great for him to even begin to capture in English. “Juan, that was, cómo se dice? Is there some word better than delicioso?”

Juan laughs putting his arm around his new manager, “Ay hermano! Maybe that’s what you should do now! You just go work on your Spanish and I’ll bring you some samples! Ah, aqui, the employee handbook is in Spanish, practica perfecta!” He brings over another cup and the handbook and Matthew starts struggling through it.

Matthew figuratively bashes his head into the handbook, it’s not dense but it is per cierto not written with beginners in mind. Smirking as he notices he just reflexively thought in Spanish, going to get another drink only to find the cup emptied once more. He hasn’t been drinking nearly as much since he left the office, bargaining with himself as Juan comes to refill his cup. He can cut back his intake later, he needs to get this through this work.

And work at it he does, caffeine is not making him feel wired as usual but sensual as he continues to page through the booklet. He starts to stretch just to feel the strain in his muscles and the tension in his clothes. He looks down and sees his shirt is fitting much better than he thought it did. It’s not tight but anyone who looks can see there is muscle under there. He stares at his own body feeling strength he does not remember cultivating. Suddenly he notices it’s not only his upper body that’s filling out, as a growing package begins to demand attention under the table. These jeans were clearly not designed to handle this and Matthew is barely able to stop himself from flexing to see just how much he truly can fill this outfit and he attempts to switch gears back to working. Urgently feeling adverse to thinking any further about his body.

Struggling to find any way to distract himself he remembers being historically shit at actually speaking in Spanish. This is as good a chance as any to practice his pronunciation. Matthew begins to mouth the words in the handbook, feeling his tongue in unfamiliar ways that he swears he has done a million times before. Matthew attempts to raise his practice to a whisper and immediately goes into a coughing fit. Hope that coffee didn’t burn my throat he thinks clearing his throat and finding a much deeper voice on the other side. One that announces his Spanish progress to the whole cafe shockingly loud for a whisper though Matthew doesn’t notice. What is immediately apparent to him is how expertly he rolled an R.

He knows he could never do that, and not without trying. He probably spent half an hour practicing it his sophomore year. He reflects back on how hard he worked on Spanish in the past as his eyes start to glaze over once more. Something is off here, his hand raising to his face not notice a moustache and sloppy goatee start to push out of his face. He foes feel itchy elsewhere though, scratching at his chest and stomach, averting the more animalistic urge to scratch his pits and crotch as Juan begins to walk over.

Matthew quickly tries to meet him halfway, standing to a height just taller than the one he thought he knew to be true. His bulge grazes the bottom of the table which causes his body to convulse in pleasure. His feet are caught on the table as he falls knocking his coffee all over himself and the floor. “Mierda!” He shouts before going dark.

He awakens to Juan wiping coffee off his face, his clothes now certainly stained brown and spelling of rich coffee and cinnamon. Helping him back to standing, Juan makes sure he is alright, “quite the fall amigo! Tal vez we call it a day?” Matthew hastily agrees feeling impossibly strained and weary for what little work he has actually done. Juan continues, “Rosa said the paperwork should be good for you to start tomorrow if you can!” Stumbling to his feet Matt knows he agrees but the rest of his night is little more than a blur.

He sees Juan wink at him and knows he is going to start tomorrow. He must drive home after that since he is now looking at himself in the mirror brushing his teeth. Something seems off, he is clearly too tired to put a finger on exactly what it is. He flexes his bicep noticing he must have completely disrobed. He thought he shaved his pits recently. He scratches at his crotch realizing that his now heavier cock is also out, pawing at his pubes and feeling his bulge expand even further into his hand before forcing it into some briefs and continuing his audit.

Didn’t he have a tan? Looking at himself up and down he feels like he isn’t supposed to be this pale right? Isn’t he from? Matthew feels lightheaded and begins to collapse once more before being jarred back to reality smelling the coffee and cinnamon scent still hugging his chest. Using this second wind he stumbles into bed, neglecting to change into his nightclothes and he quickly drifts to sleep.

Matt falls into a dream that feels realer than the reality of his previous life. It’s the middle of the rush and he sees himself working at an espresso machine with Juan. He looks down seeing his body expertly maneuver around the bar, tossing cinnamon into drinks, chatting with customers in truly fluent Spanish. He pauses in this dreamscape to notice the tan he was so sure he had earlier. He sees the tattooed arms he has known for years, he worked hard enough for them after all, might as well show them off on the clock. He raises the hairy arms to flex at Juan and say something clever in his native tongue before being jarred back to reality by a sunbeam.

Matt awakens hearing his morning wood stretch his briefs to their near limit barely able to keep himself together before seeing the time and once more shouting “mierda!” He is already so late for work, they’ve been open for hours. It’s his first real day and he has already jod- he’s already fucked it up! He quickly inspects himself once more, seeing the true version of himself he saw in his dream. Seeing his recently shaved chest he quickly realizes he doesn’t have time for a shower. He smells his pits just to see how bad the damage is. His voice rumbles in his chest, “joder…”

He smells again even deeper, it reminds him of? Oh it is just on the tip of his tongue, which he begins to reach out before remembering his predicament. He throws on a dress shirt before giving one last whiff to his pits, flexing his pecs as he does so. It is so fragrant, almost spicy. Matt postpones the mystery after concluding it should certainly be covered by the smell at Rosa’s and rushing out the door. Not seeing as his chest pops off the top button of his shirt and his neat goatee begins to grow even thicker.

Matt rushes into the door and is greeted like a regular, which he is of course to be now, as the new manager. He feels a warmth in his chest as Juan brings over his first cup of the day. “Buenos días Juan!” Matt offers before going to meet the chef, Benito, as the plan was today.

Making his way back to the kitchen he smells something even more distracting to him than his body odor this morning. Benito runs over with a plate full of arepas that Matt recognizes instantly before Benito greets him, “buenos dias jefe! Rosa said you wanted us to start serving arepas sí?”

“Rosa? She said, I asked for these?”

“Si! Desde su ciudad natal no?”

Matt’s mouth is overcome as he starts to clearly drool for the plate in front of him. He has no choice but to tear into one which immediately brings him back. He loved these when he was a kid, but? Didn’t he grow up en los estados? Wasn’t he from? He fails to finish the thought in his head before it is wiped away as if fireworks are going of in his mind.

He beams at Benito as his eyes glaze over and fully darken to brown. He feels an urge to burp which he chokes down with another cup of coffee. “Ay this takes me back amigo, estos son exactamente como, like the ones mi abuela había before nos pequeños…” Matt pauses as he feels a pervasive warmth starts to grow distracting in his chest as a similar itch begins on the outside.

He doesn’t notice as his inner monologue begins to entirely shift away from English, as it should of course. He may live in los Estados hoy, but he was colombiano born and bred. He remembers how hard he worked as a child learning English as his biceps start to clearly strain the already tight dress shirt.

Matt remembers fighting for his place to get a degree at a university that did not respect his native country or tongue as he feels his voice deepen beyond baritone and into a strong bass. He remembers trying to find a place in this mierda ciudad before meeting Rosa as his chest bursts open shooting any buttons remaining off his shirt.

Rosa then enters the kitchen to see how her new hire has progressed and slyly smiles seeing his progress. She tosses a shirt at him saying in Spanish now effortlessly understood “Oi Matteo! You’re in the kitchen put some clothes on!”

Matteo shuffles to the restroom to change as he looks one last time in the mirror and sees the flawless trajabador he sees every time he checks himself out. He puts on his nametag flexing to see just how much he can strain his shirt before returning to the cafe, ready to conquer another day in the life he has worked so hard for.

#racial change #male tf #muscle tf #mental change #race change #masculinization

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