#ARGHHH pulls at hair

[arch-dieangelo]

today. today i am thinking about nico and loneliness and isolation and the feeling of Not Belonging no matter how hard he tries

#like. even post hoo. i dont think hes that comfortable #he only hangs out with apollo kids. whicg is a whole other issue. rick i will have words with you. #HE CAN HAVE FRIENDS THAT ARENT HIS BF AND HIS BFS SIBLINGS. SO JOT THAT DOWN. #seethes. anyway. hai guys #delete later #also the thing is. hazel was pretty welcome by the seven. much more than nico was. they were having debates of the benefits of saving him as #he lay suffocating to death in his home country. and when he Was saved. somewhat begrudgingly i may add. the seven werent all welcoming #so it cant be just the ‘oh his dad is hades’ blah blah thing #he just wasnt liked from the start… even in tlt he was an annoying little kid at best which like Fair. he was. #ARGHHH pulls at hair

[sovamurka]

I’ve got my copy of Exlibrium (the second life) vol.7 and oh my goodness, alternative covers in the ‘additional materials’ section make me go insane even though they’re, like, just sketches??? 

#I still have that shot of beaten up Inga lying on the floor with her hair spread and ink leaking from her eye #it made FEEL THINGS ARGHHH #I was also captivated by the alternative covers of chapter 30 where Nightingale tries to pull Sasha from the shadows #it's so tense! #although... I expected more additional materials but I guess I was too spoiled by the early volumes of exlibrium :D #I'm still terrified of what will happen next though. We still have one or even two chapters before this arc ends! #Did Lilia actually kill Agatha? Will Inga go into the house of bones again? Are any of the students alive? WHO KNOWS?! #I CERTAINLY DON'T BUT I REALLY WANT TO! #bubble comics #exlibrium #экслибриум

[southislandwren]

oh actually i could pick up earbuds in a gas station and listen to music literally the entire weekend. maybe this wont be so bad

#like its rude to wear my huge son of a bitch bose headphones but my hair is long enough to hide earbuds now...... #also im doing a music update and fast car is making me cry. and i know its because i use my car as a coping mechanism for my depression #but like arghhh.... 'you got a fast car is it fast enough so we can fly away?' #goddamn. yeah i gotta go on a roadtrip im not gonna make it lol #cant wait for the inevitable situation of getting pulled over for something egregious and the cop being like anything dangerous in there? #and i'll have to go yeah theres a well maintained regularly sharpened bastard sword on the passenger seat next to the gecko #okay anway. these songs arent gonna add themselves to the spreadsheet #diary post

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

You came — you called. | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

credits for the header - ghost's pic by the very talented @ave661 ✦ Word count: 2.2k ✦ Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader ✦ Summary: After being abused by your current date, in need of comfort, you call your ex-boyfriend and recurring fling, Simon, to talk. ✦ TW and general warnings: SFW, some kisses here and there but no smut, angst, you guys are in a complicated situationship, fluff, sensitive content (domestic violence) ✦ AO3 | Masterlist edit: I wrote a part 2 in case you're interested <3

A/N: I really need to finish my already started requests, really do but inspiration ONLY gets to me when I'm randomly existing and then a random prompt comes in mind and arghhh gotta write 😭 but I promise - if anyone reading this sent me a request, know I've started it already and I WILL finish. also, thinking really a lot about making a part 2 for this piece and making it smutty. pls let me know if anyone's interested! anyways, not proof read, hope y'all enjoy, x

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It’s the same place as the last time you saw him. Ironic, maybe. You still smoke the same cigarettes he offered to you once in a promise it would help you calm down from your anxiety; it did. It did a little too much. You still wear that same necklace you refused to get rid off even after you dumped him, after you promised you’d never see him again, never talk to him again. God, hope he doesn’t get mad at that.

Truth is you’ve been failing at that for quite some time. You’ve been seeing him way more than it’s necessary, but contrary to how things used to be before, now every moment with him is a single time that ceases to exist once you get home. He texts; you ignore. He doesn’t text anymore till the next time he misses you. You ignore it till the next time you miss him. This time isn’t much different, only you have a bit more of a reason to be here, unsure if he’ll show up, smoking this damned red Marlboro and feeling like shit. Like absolute shit.

You exhale the smoke, your hair tied back in a ponytail through the cap gap. Hiding yourself.

His big broad figure fills the door in, and he comes inside. To your big surprise, he decided lastly to come; Simon looks at you with a bitter look on his face, his dirty blonde hair trimmed, his beard done, wearing one of his thousand black tight t-shirts and a pair of jeans. He looks the same as ever.

“You came.” You say, surprised as he pulls the chair back and takes the seat in front of yours. 

“You called.” He replies simply, his body relaxing spaciously in the chair with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Yeah, I did.” You let out some more smoke before discarding your cigarette on the ashtray. “But I thought you were still mad at me.” 

He looks at you in silence for a couple seconds, and scoffs.

“And that never stopped you from calling, did it?” He snorts impatiently. “Did something actually happen or are you just lonely and needing someone to help you fall asleep?” You feel derision in his attitude and his voice is dripping with venom and bitterness.

You close your eyes. Can’t blame him, can you? You had your own good reasons to break up with him, although stupidly, without thinking twice - without thinking that you’d end up missing him. Trying to find him in all the wrong places, wrong guys. 

“Well go on, Simon, what else do you still have to tell me?” You mimic him, crossing your arms and your face a little twisted in irritation facing him. “I was single, I still am. I had the right to be with someone else.” 

“I never blamed you for that. I never fucking blamed you.” Simon wipes his mouth with his hand, his ever icy expression breaking into frustration the second you open your mouth again.

“You are blaming me. You-”

“I fucking am not. I’m angry at the poor fucking choice you did. Getting rid of me for that fucker? You’re making a joke out of yourself, even for someone like me that’s fucking downgrading.” He snaps, regretting it the second later and squeezing his eyes for a moment. 

You remain silent. He’s right. He’s absolutely right. 

You stare into the distance of the window by your side, silent - embarrassed, regretful. Your hands together over your lap and your silence put together make him raise his head at you once again, in a sigh.

“I shouldn’t be here. Our conversations won’t ever end in anything good but me taking you to bed, if that’s what you want then I’ll gladly do it without all the trouble.” He states. You tremulously raise your eyebrows and your lips curl in a small hurt smile. 

Ouch.

You know he said it to hurt you. You know he’s angry, he’s hitting all the right buttons to get under your skin, he can’t help it. He can’t help but to be a bastard sometimes, he never learnt different.

Your eye stare down your own hands, you feel your lips tremble and the lump in your throat gets bigger each second. It's hard to hold back the tears, but for your dignity, you try. There's no less brutal way to admit something like that, so you vomit the words all at once.

“He hit me, Simon.”

His eyes open, the pupils slowly dilate like those of a shark that has just tasted blood for the first time.

Simon has blood on his hands. From too many people, more than you could count. And even if that's his job, never in all those hard years with him - you swore - had you ever seen him so pissed off.

The veins in his temples stood out and he swallowed bitterly, his mind empty; If he wasn't an extremely restrained man, then he would have gotten up and taken action right now. A thoughtless attitude that he might later regret - maybe.

“Tell me his address.” He snaps, his blood boiling enough for you to almost feel the heat increasing in his flesh. 

“Simon, no.” You immediately cut him off, shaking your head, almost crying at this point. "That's not what I called you for, I don't want you to hurt anyone. I broke up with him, I don't have anything to do with that son of a bitch anymore, I just-"

He interrupts you with a gesture and claps his hands to his face. He brushes his own skin roughly, as a self-reminder that if he gives in to his own anger, he'll let you down.

When he makes room for his eyes through his hands again and sees your reddened

face, tears streaming down your cheeks - he dies inside. 

He promised he’d always be there for you. He promised he’d never let you down, he’d always protect you, he’d kill for you. He said it plenty of times and you were completely aware that it was true. 

He couldn’t possibly let you down.

“No, please, I can’t- I just can’t when you cry.” He mutters, getting up from his seat and offering his hand. “You come with me. Please?”

━ ⟡ ━

The hot steaming water falls over your head, sweeping your tears as you hug your legs. Simon's fingertips brush calmly your back, he contours the bruises on your lower half like he's grieving. The silence fills in the bathroom if not for the sound of water dripping on your head. He pours some water on your back to soothe your pain - even if you're not feeling any at this point. 

"Why did you not call me before?" He asks, with painful confusion in his raspy voice. His hands are shaking and you know it's pure anger and his own incapability of holding himself back when it comes to feeling anger. You sigh, tired. 

"I don't know. I felt like I'd be unfair to you." You try to explain, your hands caressing your shins while the water runs through your skin. "And because I didn't want to get you in this state." 

His eyes narrow as he stares at you, and you shrug in response. It's clear to him why you don't like to get him stressed - he could never hurt you, but he was a danger to others.

 He waves his hands to shake off the water and stands up, grabbing and opening a clean towel for you.

You stand up, your eyes don't dare leaving his. He silently admires you, although his mind can't think much more than how guilty he feels for letting this happen to you - even though there was nothing he could do about it. You dry your feets on the mat and turn your back so he can wrap you in the towel, and he does so. 

Simon calmly brushes the towel against your shoulders, drying a bit of the water that drips from your whole body and once he’s done wrapping you in the towel, he places his hands on your back and leads you to his room.

His smell is everywhere around and what used to be intoxicating and lustful for you, is now soothing and quiet. You sit on the edge of his bed, silence seeming to be now a whole conversation between the two of you.

Your hand reaches for his and places it on your cheek. You look up at him with kitty eyes, your thumb circles the skin on the back of his hand till it finds the scar you were looking for – one of his oldest ones, according to himself. You close your eyes and snuggle into his hand, giving it a light, calming kiss.

He caresses your cheek and moves your hair from your face.

“I’ll get you some fresh clothes.” He says in a whisper. You nod, and he comes back moments later with a clean shirt of his. You tug it in your neck and quickly put it on letting the fabric run free on your body, loose. 

He starts removing rubbish from his bedside table – an ashtray, an empty can of energy drink, a gun. As you notice he seems to be trying to empty the room for you, you speak out.

"Wait, where are you going?" 

"I'll be in the living room if you need me for anything." He says simply. Before he can leave the room, you stop him by wrapping your hand on his arm. The sudden motion makes him turn around to face you, his dark eyes gazing at yours and seeming already aware of what comes next – a protest. 

"Simon." You use a warning tone, and he closes his eyes. 

"You don't want to have me around now, kitten. I'm far from calm…" He argues, calmly looking down at you now. The proximity burns you, he's too close. 

"I'm not scared." You mewl, your hands on his tough chest, he doesn't move a muscle. Your hands start trailing up to his neck, and you get on your tiptoes to wrap your arms better around him; Simon closes his eyes, drunk by the overwhelming feeling of having you so close to him. He misses you. 

One of his hands holds your wrist before you manage to curl up on his neck, and the other one gently holds on your waist. He bends down enough so he can reach your tiny self. He gives you what you want - his lips slowly catch yours in a slow, calm kiss; the warmth of his lips against yours is medicine to you – soothes all of your pain, eases all of your anxiety. He squeezes on your waist and pulls back once he starts feeling heaty and his breath starts to become uncontrolled, needy. He breaths against your lips, his eyes barely closed and his breath catching on his throat like panting. 

You stare at his lips before going back to his eyes. 

"Stop." He snarls, raising his head a bit, avoiding your face and the closeness you impose on him now. It feels wrong. You need space.

You close your eyes, you understand. It feels wrong. 

After all of this time of failed attempts to let go, to sound nonchalant and be away from each other – after all the fails and the sex, devoid of feeling type of sex, rough, delicious but raw sex, he wants to fuck you straight. He doesn't want to be angry, he wants to take you and make love to you. 

You understand. Feels wrong.

"Will you be fine here? You need to rest and I need to take a walk, clear my head." He mutters, avoiding your eyes for the sake of restraining himself. You nod. 

"I'll be alright. You'll come back, right?" You ask, looking at him - looking for his eyes. He stands back from you and nods. 

"Of course." He assures you, before caressing your hair slowly and giving you a calm kiss on the forehead. "Rest. Do not stay awake waiting for me, hear me?" He snarls, grabbing his keys and a hoodie of his, tucking it in and giving you space. 

You sit in his bed and nods, watching him leave by the room door and close it behind himself. Now alone, you close your eyes exhausted by the lack of sleep you've been having for these past few days; it doesn't take you long to fall asleep, surrounded by comfortable pillows that smell like his perfume – woody and whiskey. 

Walking in the streets, with his hands digging in his hoodie's pocket and tough stomps, Simon's face lit up by the light emanating from the street lamps. His body swings slightly to the weight of his steps, and he breathes heavily. 

After several minutes – more than he probably told you he'd take, he stops in front of a very familiar residence. You should know it wouldn't be any trouble for him to find your abuser's house. 

He took a familiar piece of cloth out of his pocket, it had been time since he last wore it. Now seemed like a good moment. A balaclava, full face mask – handmade, with a skull painted on. Simon hugs you and kisses your scars; Ghost wants revenge. 

#simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod fic #simon riley fluff #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley imagine #ghost fluff #ghost x reader #cod ghost #simon riley #cod mw2

[yzashaven]

KURONUSHI SEX BARK WOOF MEOW

YUKII POOK POOK I HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR

‹𝟹﹒kuronushi x fem!reader

꒰ঌ ໒꒱﹒somnophilia.dub/noncon ✰ wet dreams ✰ pussy eating + fingering ✰ uh ooc nushi???

୨୧﹒did any of this make sense?? cuz i swear it does. anyway, i hope this counts as somno one way or another. and yes this is all i got rn 😭 NOT PROOFREAD ARGHHH

꒰ general﹒taglist ꒱ @yukiitaooo @scaara @kana-de @ciarchivez (does anyone wanna be added? :3)

it all started with a simple, innocent lullaby sung by kuronushi to help you fall into slumber. of course it worked, his voice is too angelic for it not to.

he always thought you looked adorable when sleeping, and to make sure you stay in such a peaceful state, he continues to hum a gentle melody as his fingers combed through your hair.

—♡

"mmh~ 'nushi—!" you cried out as his fingers fucked and scissored your cunt with obvious expertise. the juices of your arousal coated his digits, dripping down his hand. "well aren't you such a pretty little thing, hmm?" he coos at you before leaning down to softly kiss at your clit, sending a shiver up your spine as a sweet gasp was drawn from your lips.

it was no doubt that his favorite thing was to eat you out until you cried for him. your vision cloudy from the tears, mind empty with not a single thought other than the pleasure he was delivering to your body, slurring on words that made zero sense.

just the way he likes.

kuronushi likes to make you cum from his long fingers before fucking you. using the liquids of your arousal mixed with the aftermath of your pleasure as lube to easily slide into you—which was exactly what he was about to do. you were about to finally feel him inside you, when suddenly... it hit you.

"...!" you awoke from your explicit dream—but it seems like kuronushi was already making it a reality. your eyes were wide open as you look down to see your nightgown raised to your hips, his hands pulling your thighs apart to reveal your soaking wetness, and of course—his cock that was entering you slowly, having you savor each inch, one by one.

he was deep inside you, filling you to the brim perfectly as if you were made to take him. willingly succumbing to the pleasure, you don't even fight back, the feeling is just too good. you look up at him who was smirking down at your delicate, half awake figure beneath him.

"dream come true?"

#♡.･ dearest kuni ✰°｡⋆ #♡.･ signed by yza ✰°｡⋆ #♡.･ late night thoughts ✰°｡⋆ #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #kuronushi smut #kuronushi x reader #kuronushi x you #kuronushi x y/n #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #fem!reader

[lixieisgod]

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮- 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝗴!𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀⤷ 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮, 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁.

𝘁𝘄⤷ 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗿𝗮𝘄 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁, 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀, 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗷𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗮, 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗲, 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗹𝗺𝗸 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.

𝘄𝗰⤷ 𝟭.𝟭𝟴𝗸

“such a pretty girl” your pussy throbs at Connie’s words, you don’t know if it’s the weed or him you’re high on. rehab played in the background of his car only adding to the intensity of the mood.

you were fully naked in Connie’s passenger seat, pretty body on display just for him.

when you told him you were needy you were expecting him to just fuck the shit outta you, however he wants to hear you beg for it first.

freshly done nails toyed with your clit trying to find some release, but it’s not as good as Connie.

hot tears of frustration left your already low red eyes.

your back arched and filthy moans left your mouth. “mhhmm, Connie pleasee”

his hands found their way to your pussy, rubbing painfully slow circles on your clit, before entering two fingers into your weeping cunt.

His tattooed hands were so pretty and felt so good. his long fingers made their way in and out of your tight pussy, skillfully scissoring their way in you to bring you pleasure.

“need you so bad ahhh wanna kiss you, want you to fuck me, make me c-cum till I pass out pleasee”

“need you so bad ahhh wanna kiss you, want you to fuck me, make me c-cum till I pass out pleasee”

“need you so bad ahhh wanna kiss you, want you to fuck me, make me c-cum till I pass out pleasee”

a smirk tainted his pretty face before he let out a small laugh “well isn’t my pretty girl bold tonight” before whispering “backseat” in your ear.

Connie’s hands were around your waist rubbing up and down, while you two shared a passionate kiss.

Connie’s hands took hold of yours making you stroke his naked cock. “Feel that, don’t you baby. see how crazy you make me, my pretty girl makes me so hard”.

Connie started inserting his cock into you

both of you let out a moan “fuckkkk”.

when he finally bottomed out you didn’t waste a second before you started bouncing on his cock, his hands holding tightly onto your waist supporting you.

“ahhh t-that’s it just like that baby, taking me so well”

“feels so fucking good”

connies eyes rolled back, feeling your wet pussy tightly gripping onto his dick.

“shitt, such a good little fucking slut, aren’t you”?

you were almost to cock drunk to realise what he said,Connie’s fat cock was so deep inside you, touching all the right spots. “only a slut for you baby” you moaned into his ear. your nails were digging into his shoulder and lower back, but both of you felt too good to even care.

Connie gently pulled your hair back and made you look into those pretty red eyes of his. his fingers trailed down to your lower stomach, where a clear outline of his dick was visible.

his cock twitched inside you at the sight.

“little slut has my cock all up in her stomach” he pushed down on the imprint causing loud moans to escape both of you, and waves of even more intense pleasure.

Thank god it was basically the middle of the night, because you were sure anyone passing by would have known what was going on.

connie started fucking up into you, pussy still gripping him so tight.

his strokes, oh lord his strokes. He was going so fast and felt so good, at this point you were in another world.

“arghhh! gonna cum in your fucking stomach angel”

“Pleaseee”!!

Connie’s cock felt so fucking good stretching you out around his thick length, his tip hitting the right spot every. single. fucking. time.

you gripped onto his shoulders with teary eyes your legs shook uncontrollably as your eyes rolled back and pussy twitched

“I’m gonnnaa cummm conniee”

“good girl, cum for me”

both of you were coming undone and were a complete mess for each other.

your pussy tightened around connie and legs shook as you came all over connie's lap, Connie’s breaths were uneven and he eyes rolling back and seeing stars when he released his hot cum into you.

heavy breaths left both your lips while Connie’s semi hard cock was still inside you keeping his cum in.

your hands roamed connie's tan chest and abdomen admiring his abs and a few of his tattoos.

you kissed connie's neck before looking at him with innocent eyes, “can we go again baby”

he kissed your lips before laying down horizontally. “get off my cock and come sit on my face instead, lemme clean my pretty girl up”.

your eyes shot open with surprise, but you gave in nonetheless.

you positioned yourself hovering above Connie’s face.

“you sure about this Connie”?

a menacing smile tainted his face, “positive” he gripped your thighs and pulled you down to sit on his face. you let out a surprised yelp.

“fuckkkk”

Connie didn’t waste a second immediately getting to pleasuring you.

he licked a stripe over your pussy causing your back to arch.

he pecked your clit before placing a long sloppy kiss there, making chills run up your spine. his tongue explored every crevice of your cunt. “Conniee” you whined. his tongue skillfully worked its way circling around your sensitive bud. tears quickly filled your eyes due to the sensitivity of your previous orgasm.

Connie knew you were still sensitive but he honestly didn’t give a shit. He still sucked on your pussy like a starved man.

“arggg it’s too much much” you sobbed out but still grinded your pussy on his mouth slowly riding his face. his fingers squeezed your thighs pulling your pussy even closer to his face. moans of slight pain from sensitivity and pleasure, mainly pleasure filled the atmosphere. one of Connie’s tattooed hands found its way to your ass an landed a slap on it making the flesh jiggle before gripping it.

his tongue lapped rapidly over your pussy making your balance unsteady but Connie wouldn’t let you fall, not with that grip he had on you. He inserted his tongue into you before going back to abusing your sensitive clit.

“C-Cumming, c-cumming mhm gonna cum again” and with that said you came all over Connie’s pretty face.

Connie carefully held you in his arms as though you were made of glass, and waited for you to come down from your high.

by now it was morning, the morning sun lit up the car, your pretty brown skin was glowing from both the sun and the sex after glow. It was almost like Connie was in a trance, seeing you all fucked out, ruined make up, messy hair, covered in his love marks and lit up by the sun.

yeah he’s made up his mind. you’re definitely his favourite buyer.

© 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐠𝗼𝐝.𝐂𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐬.

#lixieisgod🪐 #attack on titan #aot x black reader #connie springer #connie #connie x black reader #connie x reader #connie smut #plug!connie #connie bcs #connie aot #aot smut #attack on titan x black reader #armin attack on titan #aot hcs #smut

[makeyoumine69]

Daddy Knows Best 4 (loss of virginity)

NSFW rambling 4, previous part.

Patrick didn't bother to wait for your answer, he easily shifted your position so that your face was now pressed against the armrest of his spacious white couch and your pretty ass was up in the air.

"A-ah!" You whimpered pretty loudly as he glided his long fingers along your soaped folds - the slick sound driving you crazy. "Pat-Patrick-mhmm!" 

Clinging to the edge of the couch, you trembled more intensely with each inch Bateman moved closer to your innocent, tight hole, and when you felt his index finger poking at your wet opening, you had to bite your lower lip from a strange sensation that was both painful and exciting.

With a dark smirk, the man descended to your exposed pussy to give it a few licks before he slid two fingers inside of you at once, eliciting a shaky moan from your rapidly rising chest. "Uh, such a tight little pussy you have, babygirl," Patrick remarked, paying no attention to the way you were writhing on the couch, quivering and mewling some unrecognizable nonsense. "Daddy's gonna make you feel so good, mmm, so fucking good."

Frowning from the tearing sensation in your lower abdomen, you wanted to ask him to stop, but instead you just clutched the soft fabric beneath you, doing your best not to start crying. "Keep talking to me...please," your voice wavered from your heavy breathing, several drops of sweat running down your strained forehead. "Daddy...a-awww!"

A loud, obscene sound of him slapping your ass bounced off the walls of his apartment, forcing all your nerve endings to ignite from hypersensitivity. 

"You seem to forget who is in charge here," Bateman scolded, pulling at your hair and lifting your head so he could see your frightened, doe eyes. "Mmm, your innocent hole can't even imagine how full I'm gonna make it!"

All the while, Patrick was pumping his throbbing cock to keep himself hard, only to suddenly thrust into your moist entrance, forcing all your insides to cramp into a knot.

"A-agghhhhh, Patrick!" You cried out, but then your opened mouth froze in a silent scream as his swollen tip pushed through the tight obstacle, causing you so much pain, but Bateman didn't care. "It hurts, ohhh, it hurts so bad...mmm," a hard slap on your hip silenced you for a while, but he didn't stop ramming into you with renewed force. "So big, so b-b-big, I can't...I can't take it!"

"Shhh," his low growl only made you more anxious than relaxed as the man's grip on your hair tightened until they were almost wrapped around his big fist. "You can take it, arghhh, your needy cunt clinging so fucking hard to my dick," as soon as he uttered that, Patrick placed his one leg on the couch and grabbed your shoulder for leverage to finally bottom you out competently, even though his dick was still not fully inside you. "Yeah, yeah, just like that, uh-fuck!"

Throwing his head back, Bateman slammed his firm hips into yours, the curve of his dick stretching your virgin inner channel in a sickening way, making you see stars and literally bite the armrest of that fucking white couch.

"O-ohhh, my goodness," you stuttered as the man changed your position again, forcing you to get on your knees and bend over the back of the couch, his veiny cock popping out of your sore slit, giving you a short break before Patrick filled you again, this time holding you tightly and not allowing you to stray. "Slow down, please, mhmm-slow down-"

But Bateman was relentless and ferocious when he finally had you in his hands, and he was not going to let you go, not when your inner, velvety walls were so perfectly encasing his dick.

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher smut #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader #patrick bateman reader #christian bale #patrick bateman imagines

[teyamsatan]

dilf jake sully's biggest kinks?

argh, people sending me anything jake related??? immediately h word alert thinking about it ok let's see bb

i feel like this man has so many kinks, but that might be just me projecting all my kinks onto the most dilf man i've ever seen in my life. i only chose a few, cause othrwise i'd be writing a whole ass thesis and getting my phd on why dilf! jake sully can break my back and step on me and i'd thank him for it. anyway, here's my top contenders:

(🔞 smut under the cut)

dacryphilia/overstimulation

dilf!jake loves it when you cry. he gets off on seeing your puffy face as he sinks into your warm, sopping cunt, whimpering something or other about "'s too much, can't come anymore, daddy". he'd chuckle, a low, sonorous sound escaping his chest, bringing one of his hands up and gently removing your tears before they reach soft cartilage of your ears. his fat tip kisses your cervix as he bottoms out in you, burying his teeth in the flesh of your shoulder to muffle his own moans threatening to escape at how good you feel squeezing him. "come on, princess. one more f'r me, i know you have it in ya. come on daddy's cock and then i'll fill you up, how's that sound, huh?"

somnophilia

being olo'eyktan, dilf!jake finds himself in a... sticky situation at least weekly as he comes to your shared tent in the middle of the night yet again, kept against his will in meeting after meeting after meeting, when all he can think about is you, and how you're most likely sleeping peacefully, your naked body glistening under the light emanating from the plants surrounding you, peaking through the weaves of the marui. he can't help the way his digits fist around his throbbing cock at your sight, always better than even his best dreams, pumping himself vigorously as he stalks towards you, kneeling in between your legs, wasting no time as his tongue starts lapping at your dripping folds, nearly coming apart at the seams at the way even in your sleep, you can't help exhale breathy moans of "daddy, please. need'ya in me, daddy!" "always so needy for daddy's cock, you dream about it, huh, babygirl?"

daddy kink/breeding kink

there's nothing that makes dilf!jake want to fuck you senseless more than one little word. just one word, coming out your perfect, fuckable mouth: daddy. "say it again, kid." his pace is ruthless as he has you on all fours, fingers wrapped around your braided hair and the other on your hips, pulling your body back as he's slamming into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs with every thrust. "d-daddy, daddy, daddy!" "that's right, kid. daddy's gonna take good care of you. gonna come in this tight little pussy. gonna put another baby in you, huh?" you try to nod or say yes, but all that comes out are blabbered mewls as Jake's cock bruises your cervix, one hand reaching around to circle your clit in the way he knows will have you squirting all around him, your slick and cum dripping down his balls and thighs, mixing with his seed that he fucks back into you, using his length as a plug to make sure nothing gets wasted. "...d-daddy..." "that's right, kid. taking my cum like the good girl you are."

i might do a part 2 cause i feel like i've missed some important kinks that i'd like to... explore ;)

arghhh i need him, i need him so badly, i need him entirely, wholly, substantially, exceedingly,...

#fuuuck #this man #break my back like a glowstick daddy #jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully fic #dilf jake sully #avatar smut #avatar twow #avatar #avatar fanfic #jake x reader #jake smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully x yn #jake sully reader #avatar reader #avatar fanfiction #avatar jake #jake sully x y/n #jake sully drabble #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water #step dad jake sully #stepdad!jake sully #dbf!jake sully #dbf!jake

[peetaslefttoe]

i NEED🫵🏽 you to write about peeta using a vibrator on female reader ASAP😭 hes just watching the reader beg for him and then he finally touches her and its SOOOOOOO🙏🏽☹️ i want him so bad man🥲💔

warnings: vibrator alert 🤭 p in v smut

summary: request above

author’s note: arghhh i love this idea, i want him so bad 😭😔

Masterlist pinned xx

You lay on your bed, legs spread, vibrator buzzing between you legs as you whimpered. Suddenly the door was flung open and Peeta walked in.

“I thought I heard your sweet whimpers, couldn’t wait for me to get home could ya?” he asked smugly and he walked towards the bed.

“I-uh,” you muttered.

“Shh let me help you baby,” he whispered, sliding the vibrator from your grasp. He moved between you legs spreading your folds with his free hand.

“You’re fucking soaked, you that needy for me?” he smirked down at you.

“Please Peeta please I need you,” he pressed the vibrator firmly to your swollen clit, you shook with pleasure at the sudden sensation, gripping onto his strong forearms.

“Peeettaaa, please I need you inside me,”

“Awww is my poor baby gonna beg for this cock?” he looked down at you with puppy eyes, mocking you as you thrashed on the bed.

“Yes yes yes, please Peeta I’m begging you, please,” you whined, bucking up against the vibrator.

“Ah ah, need you to tell me what you need sweet girl,” he held the vibrator firmly despite your squirming

“Please Peeta, please fuck me,” you whimpered, gasping for breath.

“That’s my girl, so desperate for me,” he unbuttoned his pants with his free hand, still holding you down with the toy. He pulled out his thick, throbbing dick, pumping it a few times with a groan.

“Tell me how it feels while I fuck you,” he growled, spreading your dripping lips and sliding the tip into your tight hole.

“Oh god! Yes!” you nearly screamed, grasping onto him as his filled you slowly. The mix of the vibrator buzzing against your needy clit with his cock soaked in your juices and buried deep inside you made your eyes roll back.

“Eyes on me sweetheart,” Peeta said, lifting your chin and looking into your eyes as he rammed into you.

“You feel so good, so good- filling me up, want you to fuck me harder,” you moaned out, the sound of your wet pussy filled the room.

“There she is,” he smiled at you before forcefully pulling your hips into his and bucking wildly into you. You were a moaning mess, grabbing his hair and running your hands up and down his muscled back. Your pleasure rushed over you suddenly, the vibrators rolling over your sweet spot as Peeta drilled into you. You screamed his name as you came, your slick running down his cock as he fucked you through it.

“That’s my girl, so good for me,” he grunted as he came deep in your throbbing cunt. He kissed your gently, stroking your hair and bringing you both down from your highs.

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[scarleart]

ellie getting all flustered when you pamper and compliment her >>

ohmygodd yes :(

she would get soooo shy it doesn’t make any sense, for some reason i’m imagining jackson!ellie getting compliments from you. her pretty cheeks lighting up with that beautiful red tint, her hand going straight to the back of her neck, a crooked smile on her face ARGHHH. she would usually be the one to shower you in praises but now its you… and ellie doesn’t know how the fuck to respond to the attention.

you, dina, jesse and ellie would be at the tipsy bison one night. having fun drinking and being in each other’s presence. ellie looked so good, so adorably cute but sexy all at once.

her hair was pulled back into a loose bun, a few locks of her auburn hair framing her face. she wore a flannel over a plain white t-shirt and some jeans, so simple but gosh.

“els, you’re so pretty baby” you softly call out, your fingers coming up to touch at her reddening, freckled cheeks. ellie holds eye contact with you for like a second before looking down smiling, so fucking cutely at that.

you hear her chuckle quietly, her hand coming up to rub at her neck. “i— um, uh thanks, sweetheart” she’ll stammer. jade eyes having a hard time to look at you without going into a damn overload. wanting to see her being so nervous once more, you just started spewing compliments.

“and i really love your flannel, also you’re hair looks really nice today, did i mention your eyes—“

“my god, can you— like stop before you kill me”

#pretty girl :’( #ellie williams #ellie williams fluff #ellie tlou #ellie x reader fluff

[asumofwords]

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello my babies!!!! Holy fuck. Wow. I actually can't believe it. I may or not be crying a lil bit because here we are. Here is the final chapter of Smoke, Fire and Ash (besides the Epilogue that is coming tomorrow!). I really can't believe it. This has been such an insane journey to be on. I started writing this fic for my best friend, just emailing her updates, and then she convinced me to post online, so in January (thats how long this thing has been going lol) I started posting with you all!!!

I really cannot thank you guys enough for all the continuous love and support you have given me with this fic. All the memes and laughs and theories and messages, I have absolutely adored talking to you all and getting to share this with you! ARGHHH. I could say so much more, but I shant.... nay.... I wont. haha, so again, thank you all so much, and I hope that when the Epilogue is posted tomorrow, that we can all close this story together neatly! Can't wait to keep writing new stories for you all.

ENJOY! <3

FINAL CHAPTER 109: Through Smoke, Fire and Ash 

There was no singular way to describe how you were feeling. 

No singular way to explain the confusion of grief and both elation that swirled within you. You supposed, this was how Rhaenyra must have felt when she had her hasty coronation on Dragonstone. 

How does one see the light when they are shrouded in so much darkness? 

How is one supposed to smile through all the losses?

Because the shadows outweighed it all, much heavier than the Conquerors Crown you had worn, the weight of the world sitting atop your shoulders and spine, pushing down on your vertebrae with a force that could buckle your knees. One wrong shift and the fragility of your bones and muscle may cause it to crack, collapsing beneath you.

It had been days and yet, it still felt as though it was yesterday when you had driven your dagger into his neck. You could still feel the way it had felt when it pushed through his muscles and tendons, how his body had resisted it. How he had tensed beneath you jolting, how his eye had opened wide in pain and shock.

How he had looked at you.

How it had smelt, the iron of the blood on your hands, your body, in your hair.

All of it.

And at times, during those days that passed you, you would wake in a cold sweat, drenched in perspiration as you dreamt of doing it over and over. Dreamt of watching the light fade from his eyes. Dreamt of the smell, the blood.

And each time you would wake, tears falling down your cheeks and heart rattling against your ribs, your eyes would fall to your hands and a small cry of horror would leave your lips.

Each time, your hands were covered in his blood.

The first few nights that it happened, you would race to the basin beside the bed, desperate to wash the blood away, clawing at your skin with your nails as you scrubbed them raw, sobbing loudly in the chambers.

And each time, Ser Darke at your door would alert the Queen, and Rhaenyra would rush to your chambers in her nightgown, gripping your hands as they dripped with water, not blood, and would whisper to you that it was okay, that it was over, that you were clean.

Each time she would pull you away from the basin, hands raw and sometimes bleeding from your own nails, and would take you to bed, laying down first to clutch your head against her chest as she would hold you, and you would sob.

But after the eighth night of your new and horrifying routine, you woke and looked at your hands.

Blood again.

But this time you did not scream, this time you did not race to the basin to try and wash it away. This time you sat up against the back of the bed and stared at your hands until the sun had risen into the sky, and the maids came to get you ready for the day.

And it was much the same.

For many days after.

You would dine with your family, and there he would be, in the corner of your eye watching you.

Always watching you.

And each time that his shadow would catch your eye, you would know to not react when your eyes would catch glance of your hands, covered in his blood once more.

As though he was punishing you.

Your mother and father, if you suspected that she had told him, were the only ones to know about your crumbling stability. But as the days passed, and almost a moon had turned, it got better.

Easier.

You could now look at your hands without recoiling, and some nights you would not dream of him. Some nights you would not dream at all, and would sleep the entire night through.

And when you did wake up, the smell of blood beneath your nose, you would hold your stomach, the smallest of swells beginning to show, and soothe the skin with your palm, hushing the babe inside of you as you whispered to yourself that it was all okay.

But by the time the moon had turned, you had begun to make your peace with it. Begun to understand that this was your penance for such horrors. That this would be your atonement for what you had done.

A punishment that you would not deny.

This morning however, was different.

Today you would put on a brave face for the realm, not just for your family, who treated you with with such exceptional kindness and patience that it often brought you to tears.

Today the mask of impassivity, the mask of strength and triumph would be slipped over your face for all to see. As was your duty. As was always your duty.

Saria and Aella brushed their gentle hands into your hair as they braided it back against your skull in intricate twists and weaves that lifted it from the nape of your neck completely, whilst Joanna and Amala tended to tightening your gown at the back. 

Your reunion with your two maids had been a tearful event, but smiles were shared after all eyes were red and raw from broken sobs and shared stories, minor tales of survival.

You held your hands at your front, observing yourself in the vanity of your old chambers, unwilling to enter Aemond’s again, not knowing if the stench of blood and memory of the past would be the last thread to be pulled, and your crumbling resolve would snap, and you would be lost to madness like Helaena had been, the weight of it all sinking you into the ground.

The necklace in your hands had warmed in your palms and fingertips, as you pressed the pad of your thumb into the chain, feeling each ridge of the Valyrian steel beneath it, using it to ground you, attempting to count each notch in the chain to help quell the rising tide within.

When Saria and Aella finished their braiding, they moved to place the headpiece atop your hair.

It had been old, far older than you or your parents.

The Valyrian steel had been a relic, a thick band that wrapped around your skull like a crown, that then had four similar bands that smoothed over the top of your scalp, meeting at the top of your head. 

Pressed into the Valyrian steel were round and square cut rubies, and dragon glass all the way along its surface, glimmering in the light, with small coils of gold that were nestled between each jewell. Three emeralds were newly laid amongst the rest, one at each point at your temple, and the last at the back of your head.

It was not heavy like the Conquerors Crown, but it had a weight to it, pressing down onto your head as the girls adjusted it to fit. Adjusted it to look weightless. But there was the invisible weight of it too, and that squeezed at your ribs causing you to be breathless. 

Saria moved to stand in front of you, looking at the chain that you held in your palm.

“Your Grace, might I?” She asked, a hand reaching out to offer to put the necklace on.

You nodded at her and gave her a small, yet stiff smile as she took it from your grasp, watching yourself in the mirror as she came to move behind you, hands fiddling with the clasp as she draped it across your neck. 

The gown you wore was the last piece Aemond had made for you, and one you had not worn yet. But today you would. Today you would carry him with you as you took yourself down to the throne room. 

It was a deep red, almost the colour of blood when it would begin to dry, with gold and black dragons and flames embroidered at the cuffs of your wrists, making their way up your forearm. The bodice of the dress was tight, and in its centre, a gold, beaded dragon, marked with black shivering beads that looked like scales.

A homage to the first dragon you had claimed, and lost. 

From each shoulder, sat a large golden clasp, holding a set of three chains that hung across the neck. But they were not usual chains, instead, they were made to look like stems from a rose bush, pointed thorns all around its length, sharp and menacing.

Placed atop the gown by the help of Joanna and Amala sat the black and gold cloak your mother had worn many years ago for her coronation. It still smelt of her.

Saria finished clasping the necklace at the back of your neck, and stepped back, all the maids looking over you one last time to ensure that you were perfect.

They deduced that you were.

From behind you in the mirror, you could see the figure of Jacaerys as he entered your chambers, adorned in a vision of red and black, the colours of your House.

You spun to look at him, his eyes roaming over your body with the softest of smiles on his lips. His hair had been brushed back and away from his face, curly brown locks tucked behind his ears by small falling braids, gold clasps at their ends to hold them together.

“You were born for this.” He whispered, stepping towards you to take your hands in his, “Are you ready?” His thumbs brushed against your knuckles softly as he watched you.

You swallowed. 

Were you ready?

Would you ever be?

No.

But you had to be.

“Yes.” You lied.

His large calloused hand moved to cup your face before pressing a kiss to your cheek lovingly, a habit that he had inherited from your mother, and something that he no doubt pressed against Baela’s furrowed brows and cheeks when needed.

Jacaerys' gaze dropped to your neck, and then back to your face as he blinked but said nothing, instead offering an arm to you to walk down together.

Resting against your neck, warmed by gentle hands that had held it, atop the cloak for all to see, was the necklace that Aemond had given Alys. 

That your mother and father had then given to you. 

And which you had plucked the emeralds from, not wishing to wear them around your neck, instead placing them within the piece that sat atop your head. A reminder.

At the centre of the Valyrian steel, the chain flush against you, was a steel dragons claw that hung from its centre, and in its grip a large spherical sapphire. 

Taken from the ashes, as a reminder, as a lasting piece that you could have and hold.

The last piece of him.

Aemond’s eye.

"Shall we?”

You looped your arm in his and made your way down to the Iron Throne chambers together. Always together. Through thick and through thin, you shared the blood of Old Valyria, and the both of you had shared a womb, nothing could seperate you. 

Your hand pressed against your necklace as you walked, feeling the weight of it with every step. Feeling his presence despite not being visible to your eye.

It helped to calm you strangely, helped to give you strength, to give you some sort of hope and feel as though he approved. You hoped that he would. You thought that he would.

He would.

In no time at all, you stood before the two large doors at the entrance to the Iron Throne. Jacaerys stilled, unlinking his arm from yours as he brushed his sweaty palms against his robes. Another habit the two of you shared.

You frowned at him, worry beginning to burrow itself in your chest. You stepped forward to cup his face in both hands, “Do you hate me? For what I am about to do?”

Jacaerys' lips pulled into a lopsided grin, hands coming to grasp yours, “I could never, not now, or in any other lifetime, come to hate you. You are my sister, and I have always held firmly in my beliefs that it should be you to sit the Iron Throne. How could I hate you for taking something that was never to be mine?”

You felt your eyes well with tears, relief pouring from you.

Jacaerys shook his head softly as he chuckled, towering over you, “Don’t cry. You’ll look a mess.”

A laugh bubbled up your throat and you tapped his cheek lightly.

“They’re waiting for me. Actually, waiting for you.” He breathed, stepping back, looking at you one last time as his fingers brushed the necklace, touching the orb that sat against your chest.

Jacaerys breathed deeply as he looked at it, gnawing at it his lip as he held it softly.

You watched his face as he thought for a moment, eyebrows twitching, but then breathed his thought aloud.

"He would be proud.”

You could tell it had taken a lot of Jacaerys to say that.

And yet he did.

You blanched, and the tears that you had tried to hold at bay trickled down your cheeks, hot trails dripping down onto the stones below. 

Jacaerys frowned, head dipping down to your level, “Please don’t cry. Mother will have my head.”

You chuckled wiping the tears away with the back of your hand.

“Away with you then, the sight of you brings me to tears.” You half laughed and half sobbed.

Your brother swiped up a stray tear that had escaped your eyes before he gave a deep and mocking curtsey to you, his curly brown hair flopping against the sides of his face, “At once, Your Grace.” And with that, Jacaerys slinked into the chambers, announced loudly by Ser Erryk inside. 

The doors shut behind him as you heard the crowd inside slowly quieten. You straightened your posture, heart beating against your chest with every breath.

But there would be no waiting, nor halting of what was to come. No moment of stilling for just a breath more to catch your bearings. Because if life had taught you anything, it was that the world does not slow for anyone, and it shall continue to move forward without you, even if you are trapped in the past. 

And so forward, you went.

The doors were pulled open, and you felt each and every eye in the throne room turn to you. All Lords and Ladies from across the realm, Heads of their Houses and knights, watching as you made your way towards them. But your eyes were solely on your parents. 

Queen Rhaenyra was seated upon the Iron Throne, dressed head to toe in black and red, gold crown of her father, the crown of King Jaehaerys before him, seated atop her skull and pride in her eyes. 

Your father, King Consort Daemon Targaryen, stood at the bottom of the throne, hands in front of him as he grinned ear to ear, watching as you descended the stairs and walked towards them.

Atop his head, the Conquerors Crown.

Just as you had told him to wear.

‘This is yours now.’ You had told him, and he had argued, but you had insisted, ‘Return it to me when I sit the Throne.'

“Princess Y/n Velaryon, First of her Name, Daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.” Ser Erryk’s voice boomed into the chambers, and you had to suck in a stiffening breath as you felt pangs of fear wind through you. 

It was almost like the days you had been brought before Aegon, the strange feeling of remembrance racing through you icily. Remembering how it had felt to be presented to this throne twice before.

But it wasn’t the same. 

There was no danger here, only love, and care, and trust. But this did not stop your mind from racing, or your heart from jumping in your chest as you stood before your mother, looking up at her.

Rhaenyra looked out at the sea of Lord and Ladies who stood in the Hall, all having travelled from their lands to come to the Red Keep for you.

All who had sworn themselves to her. 

All who were willing to do it all again. 

“Let all who stand here today, who have travelled across the Seven Kingdoms, who have sailed the seas and ridden to Kings Landing,” Her voice boomed across the room, steady and even, “Bear witness to the naming of Princess Y/n Velaryon as my successor for the Iron Throne.”

You smiled softly at your father before turning around to face the room, looking out at all who stood present, and had come to declare for your mother. 

For you. 

Some faces you recognised, others you did not. House sigils were pressed or stitched into robes and cloaks or armour, House colours adorned on shoulders and skirts. Men and woman of all kinds filled the chambers of the Iron Throne ready to swear their fealty.

Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys were the eyes you found first, standing at the front with your half sister Princess Rhaena beside them. All had their heads towards you, Rhaena grinning widely, whilst Rhaenys dipped hers in a subtle nod, the tiniest of smiles on her lips. 

Lord Corlys however, did not smile, nor nod, but looked at you in appraisal. In pride. He had always treated you as his granddaughter, and despite you knowing the truth about Laenor, it did not take away that he had been a father to you, and Corlys, a grandfather.

At the sides of the chambers, your brothers stood and watched, and it took everything within you to not cry as one head of brown was missing. 

You swallowed thickly as Rhaenyra continued.

“Your loyalty to the true heir of the Iron Throne has not been forgotten. Your sacrifices to regain the throne are not forgotten. All Lords and Ladies who stand before the throne today have shown their loyalty, bravery, and defiance in the face of turncloaks and usurpers. Have shown support of my cause, and my claim as the rightful heir and ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. So today,” She breathed behind you, “I, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, ask that you to do so again. Pledge fealty to the throne and its rightful heir before the Old Gods and the New. Promise your faith, and know that if it is broken, there will be no mercy given to those who go against it.”

You breathed again, feeling your hands begin to sweat. 

This was all you had ever wanted. 

This was all that you had ever dreamed of. 

But there was so much missing from it.

So many missing.

It was a dream that you had thought was lost. Gone with the marriage, gone with Lucerys. Gone to Jacaerys. Gone with the war. 

But here you were, before the eyes of the Heads of the realms Houses, having your succession be named before the Gods, and their fealty sworn to you.

“Step forth now, and make the pledge.”

The first to move, was the silver locks of Lord Corlys Velaryon. He moved with no hesitancy, with a speed that had rivalled all others, moving to stand before you, slowly lowering himself to his knee as he bowed his head. 

Ser Erryk announced him to all present, “Lord Corlys, of House Velaryon, Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark.”

Corlys lifted his head to look at you, his deep voice moving through the chambers, “I, Lord Corlys Velaryon, Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark, promise to be faithful to Queen Rhaenyra and her named heir, the Princess Y/n. I pledge fealty to them, and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the Old Gods and New.” The Lord stood, moving back to his wife and granddaughter, where he kept his eyes upon you, a small nod tipped towards you and the throne. 

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you smiled at him softly. He was still, in your eyes, your grandfather.

The elder Lord Staunton was next, stepping forward to the middle of the aisle of people, bending his knee down slowly until it rested against the stones, bowing his head.

“Lord Simon Staunton, Lord of Rooks Nest, and Head of House Staunton.”

“I, Lord Simon Staunton, Lord of Rooks Nest and Head of House Staunton, promise to be faithful to Queen Rhaenyra and her named heir, the Princess Y/n. I pledge fealty to them, and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the Old Gods and New.”

Lord after Lord, Lady after Lady, Heads of Houses, young and old, stepped forth to kneel before you and pledge their allegiance and fealty to you, naming you as the successor to the Iron Throne.

All you could do was stand and watch, pride and vindication blooming in your chest warmly.

The last man stepped forward, but his robes were far different to those who stood amongst the rest. You watched in interest as he bent his knee.

He would be no older than Aemond had been. His hair was a dark brown, long and pulled away from his face by a clasp at the back of his head. 

As he bowed to you, Ser Erryk Cargyll announced him to the throne room, voice loud behind you, icy grey eyes lifting to meet yours.

“Lord Cregan Stark, Wolf and King of the North, Lord of Winterfell and Head of House Stark.”

Lord Cregan Stark had a long face, not in the way that Aemond had, but Cregan’s thicker, and fuller. Cheeks wider and more muscular, and lips that were dutifully kept still. Furs lined the neck of his robes, and large silver wolf heads clasped it together in a chain at the front.

“I, Lord Cregan Stark, Wolf and King of the North, Lord of Winterfell and Head of House Stark,” His was voice was deep and smooth, his accent lilting upon every word he spoke, “Promise to be faithful to Queen Rhaenyra and her named heir, the Princess Y/n. I pledge fealty to them, and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the Old Gods and New.”

The entire time he spoke, he kept his eyes on you. 

You blinked as he stood, towering taller than most men in the room, and watched as he moved back to his place, feeling a pull towards him in your chest. 

There was no denying that he was handsome, a certain roguishness to him that only men in the North had. His shoulders were broad, and he looked to be a seasoned swordsman with large hands that he clasped at his front.

He did not smirk at you as Aemond would have when he caught you staring, and instead bowed his head out of curtesy and respect. 

You swallowed and looked away, turning to finally face your mother, who sat upon the throne, crown atop her silver hair, and large blade at her side, hand rested on top of the hilt. She looked down at you with bright and violet eyes.

You bowed your head to her, momentarily looking down at the stones, where stains of red sat beneath your feet. 

It was clear there had been an attempt to scrub it free, but the blood of Aegon Targaryen had sat at the foot of the throne for too long, and its viscousness had sunk deep into the porous stone.

When you lifted your eyes back to your mother Rhaenyra, she stood, looking out at all those present. All who had stayed loyal, all who had sworn their loyalty again. To the Houses that had sacrificed men in the battle for the throne, a mere moon before. To the Houses who had stayed true to their loyalty. 

And then, to you. 

To the one person who had made it happen. To the one person who ensured her seat. Months in waiting, months of torture and depravity. Months of sheer will to complete what she had started.

The realm knew you as many things.

The People’s Princess. The Bastard Princess. Survivor at Storms End. The Merciless. The Realms Despair. The Kinslayer. The Claimer of Two. King Maker. Queen Consort. Wife to the One-Eyed King. The Broken Queen. 

King Slayer. 

Queen Maker. 

And a Queen for a Day.

But now you would be known as something that was rightfully, birthright and earned, yours. 

“I, Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, and the Roynar, and The First men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, do hereby name, Y/n Velaryon, Princess of the Realm, the Heir to the Iron Throne.”

Heir to the Iron Throne.

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[thegnomelord]

If you do make the rest please do! Bcs like... Im thristing for sully more than price now LOL IM SORRY 😭😭😭 HE'S JUST SO BBY GIRL??? i want to fuck this prettty man so bad arghhh

I need more reader and oc! They're so good and and!! I wanna fuck em so bad like 😭😭

Okay I have no idea where this came from but you've managed to get my brain on the 'fuck Sully' bandwagon so here's this

CW:NSFW, mean dom x sub x gentle dom, domtop Reader, subbot Sullivan (oc), domtop Knox (oc) I may have forgotten what features I gave sully lol

Sullivan is a pretty boy. Pretty brown curls tussled like a crows nest, pretty thin lips kiss swollen and caught between his teeth to muffle his moans, pretty dark eyes puffy and red from crying, pretty red scales on his cheeks shining with the tears having wet them.

Pretty lithe body quivering and arching off the bed as Knox forces even more of his strap into his clenching hole, hips smacking together when Knox bottoms out with a sharp thrust. "Relax." The admonishment comes with a sharp slap to Sully's hip, just shy of hitting his balls but it earns a pitiful whimper and a spurt of precum all the same.

Sullivan's cock and balls look hilariously large on his small frame, the flared head reaching almost to the bottom of his sternum. His chest and even his chin is covered in cum from countless orgasms, Knox having expertly worked a toy until Sully had cum before switching out for a bigger one.

This had been Knox's idea. To use various dildos on Sully until you built up to a silicon mold of Sullivan's own cock. You had asked Sully if he wanted it multiple times, and by the time you were satisfied that he didn't feel forced to do anything and genuinely wanted this, he was already squirming with an obvious bulge in his pants and red like a lobster.

"Come on pretty thing," Knox growls, serpentine yellow eyes glowing with lust as he bucks his hips, the head of the toy brushing against his prostate. "You can take more than this." He slapped Sullivan's thigh again, claws raking across flushed skin, other hand snaking up to lazily roll Sully's heavy balls in his clawed hand.

It shows how Sully has even your most sadistic teammate wrapped around his finger as Knox has let Sully cum multiple times. Usually Knox preferred to keep his subs on the edge until they learned that begging for release was useless and were forced to wait until he deemed them ready to cum.

Sully numbly shook his head, blurry eyes staring up at you from where his head rested on your lap. "Please- please sir, I can't-" A loud moan was forced out of his chest when Knox pulled his hips back before roughly bucking back in, his stretched hole wetly slurping with all the lube you're using.

Your hands soothingly run through Sully's hair, his head resting on your thigh. Tenderly holding his cheek you tilt his head to look at you, "Do you want to stop?"

Your question makes Knox stop, his yellow eyes observing both of you. Sullivan whines as if you'd kicked him, eyes fluttering open and closed as he tries to focus on you. "I- sir." He whines, trying to buck his hips into Knox, trying to get him to move. He's so close he feels like he'll explode, his cock twitching against his skin as he whines.

Knox isn't taking it, clawed hands gripping Sully's hips and pinning them down. "C'mon, precious, the captain asked you a question." He growls.

You chuckle, but your eyes narrow. "Sully, answer me." Your voice is firm, keeping his head steady so he can only look at you. "Don't worry, we won't be mad if you want to stop."

"No- no, no no!" Sully whimpers, a full body shiver raking down his body. "I- please, sir- I want to continue." He sobs, his cock twitching as Knox continues to deny that mind numbing pleasure he needs. "Please, I'm so close- just, please, please,"

Your eyes meet Knox's before the man moves, slowly pulling out so Sully can feel every inch of the large silicone shaft until only the tip remains. And suddenly shoves the entire thing back in, silicone balls roughly slapping against Sully's own.

"See cap?" Knox grins as Sullivan seizes up, a pathetic sob leaving him as cum spurts from his tip, mumbling words of gratitude that are too slurred for you to understand. "Told you, our pretty thing takes cock better than a seasoned whore." He thrusts into Sully a couple more times, making a big dollop of cum spurt from his cock when Knox bottoms out.

"Th-thank you sir- oh frick- sirs." Sully manages, soft moans and shuddering breaths leaving his lips. He sobs as Knox pulls the large dildo out fully, wet and lewd sounds reaching your ears and you can just imagine his hole clench around nothing, still so needy for more.

You make a curious sound as Knox pulls on Sully and flips him over. The small man moans as his cock, still hard as rock, rubs against the sheets. "Oh come on now sergeant, that's no way to thank your captain." Knox's eyes meet yours, a hungry look in them as he pushes Sully's head closer to your crotch. "Ain't that right?"

"I suppose so." You hum, unbuckling your belt and finally freeing your cock. You'd hate to admit, but seeing Sully be ruined over and over again on Knox's various cocks has made you hard. Sully looking up at you with such adoring eyes through his ruffled hair certainly doesn't help, especially when he eagerly nods his head.

"Alright pretty boy," You see the way your low purr makes him shudder. He leans into your hand when you slide it to the back of his head, loosely wrapping your fingers in his hair. "Open wide for me," Sully eagerly opens his mouth, greedily taking in your cocktip, too fucked out to feel shy so he just takes half your shaft in one go.

Knox slaps Sully's ass in reward and you feel him moan around you. "How's he feel cap?" He asks as if he doesn't pull the poor man into a supply closet at least once a day to have Sully eat him out. Knox's wide palm smacks down on Sullivan's reddening cheek a few more times, watching the full globes jiggle before he leans back to take off the dildo he'd used, picking up one that's a little wider and longer than before.

You hum a small purr, watching Sully mindlessly slobber over your cock, his hand carefully stroking your other one. "Like a dream." Sully can't hide the shiver at your praise, wiggling his ass without even realizing. "Good boy," You say and gently pull him by the hair to take more of you, your eyes flickering to look at Knox. "Don't keep him waiting any more, he's earned this."

Knox rolls his eyes, a scoff on his lips, but you know it's just for show. "I'd argue on that." He slaps the new dildo on Sully's back, grinding it between the cheeks and letting him feel the entire length of it as he lubes it up. Sully arches his back and Knox leans back to position the thick head against his stretched hole. "But who am I to refuse a slut like this?"

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[mega-punani]

Can we please have some headcanons for pirate boys reacting to y/n falling asleep on them? Btw, I absolutely adore your art, keep up the good work!💗💗💗

AWWWWW YEAH!!!

Y/N Falling Asleep on the Bois:

Sans:

Aw yeahhhh, now this is the life.

Sans probably woke up to see you napping right up on him. When that happens, he'll just give you a sleepy smile and rest his hand on your back.

He likes cradling you or having you basically on him. Like a weighted blanket! He'll draw shaped on your back or pat you while you sleep.

Papyrus:

Very rarely you'll have a chance to relax with the energetic Papyrus. He's always jumping around, and he hardly sits still! But once in a while, he'll settle down.

He'll lean right into you the moment he feels your weight on him. And let out a quiet squeal when he notices that you're snoozing.

As nice as couple nap time is, he's got things to do! He'll slink away as carefully as possible and leave you to sleep.

Blue:

Blue isn't the most comfortable thing to sleep against... or on for that matter. He's always jumping around and bouncing off walls! How can you even get him to sit still?

Well, he'll want to take care of his cannon at some point! When he goes to polish his cannon, take a lil nap against his shoulder.

He'll catch you softly snoring and stay still until you wake up! It's hard for a man of his energy to do, but anything for his wonderful datemate!

Stretch:

Absolutely squealing.

He's frgid, man is never gonna move again. He was just wiping his banjo with you leaned up against him. And then, BAM. You were fast asleep.

He'll wrap an arm around your shoulders ever so carefully and pull you in. Although his exterior is calm and collected, he is SCREAMIN on the inside.

Red:

With how loud Red's workplace is, you'd have to be extra tired to sleep near him, let alone against him!

But the moment you do, he'll stop tinkering away and slowly slide you into his arms and carry you off to some place quieter.

One he has you rested up and tucked in maybeeeee he'll join you... who's kiddin. He's hopping right in and cuddling up next to you, listening to your steady heartbeat.

Edge:

Stiff as a muthafuckin board.

He is the quietest skeleton alive. He has never raised his voice above a decibel. In fact, he doesn't speak, not with the risk of you waking up from your little nap.

He'll pat your head and softly untangle any knots in your hair, all while gently scolding you about staying up for him. Of course, he's flattered.

If his brother teases him, he gets tossed off the ship. (Quietly) And anyone else who tries to wake you up gets a wordless glare.

Razz:

He's flattered that you would wait for him until he was done with his work, but really, you didn't have to...

He'll sigh and drap his coat against your back. Maybe a lil smooch if he can tell you were not waking up right away.

No, that wasn't him. What are you talking about? The cruel and terrifying Razz would never drape his favorite coat over you when you were asleep. DON'T THANK HIM EITHER CAUSE HE DIDN'T DO IT!

Cash:

He's probably napping far before you start, so hey! More the merrier.

He'll relax against you and soak in your warmth as you cuddle up to his bony body. But sometimes, if he's feeling a little mischievous, he'll poke your cheeks or tickle under your nose to annoy you.

At some point, you'll wake up to him grinning like an idiot. Of course, he drew on your face...

Bear:

Oh... you're sleeping next to him.

He was so absorbed in looking at the stars that he didn't even register your body snuggling up to his side.

He'll take the teacup out of your hands and pull the blanket around the both of you a little tighter. You being here bring him such comfort that it feels almost unreal. He thanks the stars before he himself falls to a light slumber.

Cinnamon:

ARGHHH SO CUTE-

There are two wolves inside of Cinnamon. One wants to squeeze your body against him while he giddily swings you around. The other wants to kiss your head softly while patting your back.

He ends up just smiling really hard and leaning into you as well.

Also, will snipe Cash with peanuts if he even tries to get close enough to troll you.

#pirate au #self insert #undertale au #sans x reader #papyrus x reader

[hiddendrabbles]

Ma'am I have just readed your denji x reader fanfic where the reader was older than denji and acted on motherly instincts and its just...THATS EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED FOR DENJI ARGHHH :')

if you are still taking requests, may I request something like a continuation of that but in a more like, headcanon style??? PLEASE??? MY BOY DENJI NEEDS SOME PROPER LOVE LIKE THAT XC

i saw denji for .02 seconds and my brain went “ah, yes, my son.” ALSO GLAD U LIKED!!! i think this is my first time doing headcanons o.o lmk what u think!!!

so hair ruffles, hugs, nose boops, forehead kisses denji gets from you, cute right?

my boy is OVERWHELMED!!!!

every time it happens he freezes for a sec, staring at you

isn’t used to touch that isn’t associated with pain in some way, so it takes a bit for him to get used to it

when denji learns he can reciprocate and actually INITIATE these types of things, his mind is blown

give him a big hug and a lil smooch on his temple and he cuddles into you, eyes screwed shut and a huge smile on his face ╰(*´︶`*)╯

likes to hold your hand and pull you along

denji finally has some to really talk to, so he wants to tell you and show you EVERYTHING

he sees a cool bug?

grabs your hand and drags you from whatever you’re doing to show you

please smile at him and go along with it

has a silly question?

goes to you first since he knows you’ll never insult him for wasting your time

whenever you have busywork, you lay a blanket on the floor and sit with a cup of tea

the first time denji sees you, he sits and scoots closer every couple of minutes

when you finally notice, you smile at him and pat your lap

he lays his head there and you play with his hair as you work

now it’s a ritual for both of you

you set up your blanket and put your tea and wait for denji to join you

of course, you make him his own cup of tea and cookies

HOME. COOKED. MEALS

feed this boy!!! he’ll love you forever!

plop him on a counter and have him as a taste tester

he’ll have a huge grin and be kicking his feet(●´ω｀●)

he’ll stare wide-eyed at you if you take napkin and gently wipe his face when he’s done eating and made a mess of himself

he wants to be taken care of

#my writing #denji x reader #chainsaw man #csm #denji fluff #anime #x reader #my son #who i love #baby boy #denji #denji x you

[mylancap1]

DEWI REMAJA ACADEMY GANGBANG & SEX PARTY (Part 3)

9. BEE AISHAH

Bee Aishah ni jenis yg cepat wet & senang dipuaskan. Jenis banyak air dan memang puas hati kalau nak lenjan banyak round. Body montok & tetek pejal gila. Memang muka dia bukan jenis yg very notty tapi Bee Aishah sangat pasrah kalau kena fucking. Dia ni kalau BDSM very submissive. Akan follow apa je yg master dia nak. Macam mana sexual preferences korang, macam tu la dia akan buat. Tetek & bontot memang aset dia. Tak pelik sebab body dia pun sejenis yg chubby, bukan skinny. Best kalau korang dirty talk dgn dia lepas tu agressive ikat dia sampai dia meronta ronta. Siapa yg suka dominan & girl tu passive memang Bee Aishah pilihan tepat. Tits dia memang selambak dan cukup padu utk dilayan. Best kalau dapat gangbang Bee Aishah sebab bila dia pasrah, dia boleh orgasm berkali kali. Submissive memang boleh buatkan Bee Aishah lagi turn on sebab dalam otak dia akan fikir betapa ramai jantan yg boleh puaskan dia berkali kali dan dia relakan je. Arghhh hot.

10. ZAFIRA

Zafira bagi aku sangat underrated. Dia tak suka sangat show off keterlaluan atau menonjol. Body dia pun bukan la sepadu kawan lain in terms of sexiness. Tapi bagi aku dia ada kekuatan tersendiri yg tak ada dekat kawan lain. Body dia ni modelling body. Model yg power dekat international mana ada body chubby atau tetek besar gila. Model hebat semua body sekeping dan tetek kecik. Aku dulu tak minat tetek kecik mcm model tu. Tapi bila umur meningkat aku start rasa tetek kecik tu pun sangat wow sebab shape dia lagi solid dan nipples tu lagi menonjol. Zafira ada aset model ni. Kalau porn star, aku rasa dia dah mcm style Tori Black. Jenis yg body sekeping tapi ada skill bila fucking. Muka Zafira memang nampak notty. Kalau kena cara layan, dia akan jadi wild sekelip mata. Rambut panjang sengaja dia simpan sebab bila doggy dia akan request partner tarik rambut dia kuat kuat. Fuck. Kalau ada mirror kat tepi boleh tengok Zafira moaning kuat gila masa kena doggy sambil pull the hair. Zafira memang jenis kuat moaning. Tetek dia bukan la kecik yg keterlaluan. Kalau undress nampak tetek dia size sederhana dan sangat solid. Nipples dia memang tajam ke atas. Memang position sesuai utk Zafira yg tinggi ni, 1st aku nak missionary yg kaki angkat tinggi tinggi ke bahu sambil dick tekan dalam dalam sampai dasar pussy. 2nd nak suruh dia on top. Lepas tu aku nak angkat dia buat standing position. Last aku nak suruh dia position atas meja, aku fuck sambil berdiri. Fuck Zafira.

11. EIMAN

Dick aku terus tak tenteram bila 1st time tengok betina Eiman ni. Dari dick yang tengah tidur waktu tu, terus tegak tak sampai 2 saat. Maybe Eiman ni ada pakej perfect utk turn on kan fappers. Apa daya tarikan dia? 1st dia type Muslimah hijabis yg very very slut. Dia bukan typical hijabis yg alim mcm tu. No. Dia pakai tudung as a fashion. Sebab tu akan selalu nampak dia pakai tudung separuh nampak rambut yg dia color. Kat situ dah nampak sgt daring. Then muka dia sangat sangat slutty bagi aku. You bitch, Eiman. Arghhh. Muka dia level exotic gila. Muka hodoh, kulit tanned, bibir tebal mcm African girl tapi aura sex dia mampu kalahkan yg lain. Muka dia symmetry pun tak balance aku rasa. Dan tu la unique. Dgn lips yg sexy, omg aku dapat rasakan dia memang jenis yg sangat terer blowjob & deepthroat mmg makanan dia. Sperm tu dia akan swallow sampai kering mani kat dick tu. Eiman akan pam sperm sampai tak bersisa sikit pun. Semua dia telan. Body Eiman mmg nice. Tetek dia bukan jenis busty yg melampau tapi tetap besar bagi aku. Nipples dia type yg eraser tits. Damnnn. Nafsu dia mmg tak boleh dipuaskan senang senang. Aku rasa kalau porn, level Rocco Siffredi atau Nacho Vidal yg boleh puaskan dia. Memang dia perlukan sex yg kuat, rough. Wild. Paling dia suka cowgirl or reverse cowgirl. Eiman akan drive minimum 45 minutes. Kalau jenis yg cum cepat jangan nak cuba cuba. Pile driver pun dia layan sebab Eiman very advanced in sex. Taste dia memang luar biasa. Kalau kulit putih dia nak dick Arabic yg besar tu. Kalau black, dia nak yg 9-10 inch African tu. Arghhh nampaknya Malaysia ada wakil utk layan dick Dreed or Marcos.

12. KIMBERLY

Lagi amoi dalam list. Satu benda yang aku rasa best utk amoi lately, semua ada boobs yg cantik shape dia. Kalau dulu amoi ni terkenal dgn tetek yg kecik. Tapi now tak. Maybe muka Kimberly ni sangat typical Chinese which is bukan taste aku yg utama, but bila go down & tengok boobs dia. Shitttt man. Boobs mcm mana lagi korang nak? Fuck Kimberly. You have nice boobies. Even umur dia muda lagi & aku rasa dia tak expose terlalu banyak pasal sexual tapi it’s okay. Dia tau sexual pun bila fucking dgn bf je. Kimberly bukan tak horny tapi limit dekat bf je so far. Best kalau ada buddies dia yg boleh ajak dia explore the beautiful of sexual world ni. Kalau ada lessy scene ke, memang best tengok partner dia boleh layan boobs cantik dia tu. Memang aku tertarik dgn boobs dia. Lawa sideboobs dia especially kalau dia pakai outifit yg ketat. Sexual world boleh guide slowly. Kimberly jenis yg suka eye contact. So banyak kena kissing. Position pulak mesti yg romantic style mcm spooning. Kalau partner pandai hit the spot, memang Kimberly jenis yg akan cepat gila cum.

bersambung...

#malaysiansexparty

[muniimyg]

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warning: oc throws up twice !

note: unedited :>

 Nam Joon is an asshole but at least he is self aware. 

Unlike most of his friends who often come off pretentious, he has always tried to protect his peace with his rude exterior. It’s not like he didn’t respect others... It was more because it was the easiest way to push people away. 

That’s exactly what he knew he’d have to do with you.

Meeting you, as brief as it was; changed his life forever. 

Prior to meeting you, he had never felt his heart be moved. Not by beauty or by flowery words; but by a person’s simple smile and aura. It was you that moved him deeply. So much so that his feet felt like they were floating above the ground and if he didn’t act out to save himself from being too in his head; he’d be done for. 

If Nam Joon wasn’t so self aware; he would have confessed so long ago. Instead, he waited. Instead, he continued to be that annoying, smart-ass that you’d look for in friendgroup hangouts. He’d remain that friend you’d want approval from because he kept you humble. 

Yet, maybe humble is an understatement. 

Sometimes, his comments did go too far. Sometimes, he did make you feel dumb. But it never hurt your ego to the point where you’d hate him. No, it just felt like a middle school love affair. Like he was the boy that pulled your hair just to get you upset. Like he wanted you to cry only for him to comfort you instantly. 

It’s immature. 

It’s toxic. 

It’s Nam Joon.

Your expectations of him have always been low. He’s always been the kind to shy away from events, but everyone would want him there because if he showed up... It’d be valid. Having him tutor you has to be one of your smarter moves as it seems to be working well for you two. Nam Joon, aside from texting, has awfully been decently pleasant... It’s as good as it can get. 

The first time you two slept together was out of pure boredom. You were over at Jungkook’s and he happened to be there with the others. Everyone was busy playing games or cooking, meanwhile you and Nam Joon got buzzed. From there, he let a few words slip out of his mouth that led to you letting him slip his dick inside you. 

“It’s fucking irritating,” he sighed. 

“What is?” you nudged him, in attempt to pry for more of his words. He turned to you and looked at you deeply. It made your heart flutter from what you can remember. 

With shaky eyes, he exhaled; “how pretty you are. How bad I want you. How... You’re just... Everything. I think you’re perfect.”

To be frank, that night went by fast. You two scrambled to a bedroom upstairs, hit it and quit it. You two went back downstairs to join everyone after an hour and pretended like nothing ever happened. For a few weeks he avoided you and you brushed it off. Suddenly, then all at once, he acted normal again and so did you. 

Tonight, to Nam Joon, reminds him a lot of the first time you two slept together. 

Partly because the same people were around and partly because you look just as beautiful as that night. As he finds you sitting in the corner with your knees to your chest, he feels it again.

His heart moves and his feet float above the ground. 

He doesn’t know how he manages to get through the crowd and get to you. He just does. When he does, he crouches in front of you. 

Poking you, he begins to nag. “What are you doing here, dummy? You might get stepped on. Let’s go—”

“Arghhh,” you groan, pushing him away. He catches your wrists and holds you still. Lifting your head up, you greet him with a tired smile. “You?”

“Me,” he confirms with a soft tone. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

You shake your head profusely. “I’m happy you’re here.”

“You are?”

“Mhmm,” you gulp. “Hobi’s been ignoring me. I waved at him then he smiled and looked away. I drank like four of these, by the way!” 

Nam Joon’s eyes flicker to the empty red cups around you. He thinks to himself, shit. Of course Hobi would ignore you right now. You’re practically wasted and he’d actually die if his reputation was tainted with someone who was an inch short of perfection. 

Before Nam Joon can say anything, your body suddenly leans forward and crashes against his. Though he’s a little startled, he wraps his arms around you to hold you up. Your body slumps as your head continues to spin. 

“I need to throw up,” you choke. “I’m sorry.”

Nam Joon shakes his head, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Don’t be sorry, it’s okay. I’m here, ___. I’ll take care of you.”

Nam Joon finds a bathroom for you and locks the doors as you kneel in front of the toilet. You begin to gag and as soon as the fluids come up, Nam Joon rushes to your side and holds your hair back.

He pats your back and looks away. In all honesty, he’s not grossed out. Throw up is throw up. It’s simple biology and he would rather that you throw up than for you to feel sick for the rest of the night and possibly tomorrow morning. 

As you finish up, you catch your breath and groan. After flushing, Nam Joon hands you toilet paper to wipe around your mouth. You sit still, eyes teary and lips puffy from everything. 

“Why are you being so nice to me? You’re usually meaner than this.”

Your curiosity gets the best of you. Leaning against the bathtub, you throw your head back and just stare at the ceiling. Partly to compose yourself and partly to avoid Nam Joon’s eyes. For some reason, it feels like you could cry.

“I’m always nice to you.”

You snort at his reply. 

“Where’s Hobi?”

“Avoiding you.”

You plop yourself up and glare at him. “See? Mean.”

Nam Joon chuckles and takes a seat next to you. You shift, making space for him. He points below your chin and out of instinct, you look down. He lifts his finger and tilts your chin up and grins. 

“Dummy.”

You roll your eyes, finding it hard to believe that you fell for that! 

“Why are you here?” you ask him. “It’s not like I’m in the mood to fuck and it’s not like you’re Hobi’s servant. What gives?”

He shrugs. “Can’t I just be a friend?”

Your eyes widen. “You are a friend! Just not... This kind.”

Nam Joon pouts at you. “I literally held your hair back while you threw up two days worth of food. Can’t you at least say thank you?”

“Thank you,” you snicker. “Thank you for being a decent friend for once.”

He salutes you. “Never again.”

With that, you both let out a light laugh. When it dies down, you let out a big sigh. “Okay, for real... What do you want, Nam Joon?”

Then, for the first time in a while, he really looks at you. He looks at you and it feels like he could get lost in your glossy eyes. He bites his bottom lip from letting any secrets spill out. He curls his hands into a fist and then relaxes them. Nam Joon feels the tightness in his chest increase but decides to digress. 

Tonight isn’t the night. 

Right now isn’t the moment. 

Perhaps, another time. Perhaps then, he’d tell you the truth. For now, he puts his heart aside and puts you first. 

“Nothing.”

You groan, not buying his bullshit. “What is it? You want me to tell you that you were right?”

He looks at you confused. 

“Right about what?” he questions, completely lost. 

You roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Even though Hobi ditched me tonight and left me with you, he was still trying to look out for me. Therefore, he’d be a good boyfriend, right?”

Nam Joon instantly feels hurt. It feels like you just disregarded his efforts for the sole purpose of saving Hobi’s face. He can’t hold his words back; “Hobi ditches you and you still think he’d be a good boyfriend?”

You shrug, “I don’t know.”

“What about me, then?” Nam Joon almost chokes on his own words. Too late to take them back, he presses forward; “___, I’m the one that held your hair back. I’m the one here with you. Do you still think the same? Do you still think I’d be an awful boyfriend?”

“I think I... Uh, Nam Joon—”

“—It’s yes or no, ___.”

You gulp, feeling a lump in your throat form. The uneasy feeling kicks in and you cover your mouth. Hurriedly, you cry; “... I have to throw up again.”

As Nam Joon holds your hair back for the second time tonight, he wonders if he’s that bad. He wonders if maybe he had distanced himself a little too far from you. He wonders if he pulls you closer from this moment on... Could you be his soon? Even throwing up and making excuses for his reputation sensitive friend—you’re perfect. 

You’re simply everything. 

It’s then that Nam Joon begins to feel sick himself. 

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