#I always imagined Ruby had having a lot of black

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 26 (Masturbation)

Kink: Masturbation

Pairing: Mothman x GN!Reader

Other Kinks: Consensual Voyeurism, Mutual Masturbation

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1091 words

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There is a vivid squelch, silicone against lube, when you press the dildo into you. It’s loud, wet, and perfectly lewd. The kind of sound you’d hear amped up in volume in a schlocky porno or some hentai. It’s the kind of sound you’d avoid making in fear of being caught; But your partner is gone, has been for the past 3 days, to help in the forewarning of an oncoming disaster two states over.

And gods, how you have missed him.

A year ago you never thought you’d be this touchstarved, this desperate for affection for one man’s touch. You thought that kind of stuff was only in romance novels and smutty fanfiction, accepting that no human man was ever going to be that exciting, leaving you wanting so much more.

Well, you had been right about the human part, at least.

Still, your body ached for the soft feeling of your partner's fuzzy wings, his long fingers which always held onto your waist so gently. His ruby red eyes that seemed to stare directly into your soul, always filled with a gentlemanly love, even when he had you bent over a table.

“Hmmm, Atticus.” You moan, feeling the fake balls of your toy nudge against your entrance, sunken full inside of you. “It feels so good.”

Familiar with a…tool this size, you waste no time and begin to thrust it in and out, moaning your sweet partner's name as you do. You imagine his deep, southern drawl. His claws running down the side of your face. His antennae twirling and buzzing as you come undone for him.

You even imagine the familiar tapping on your window, the one he always uses to sneak into your bed late at night. So quiet despite being 7 feet tall.

“Oh my.”

And now you can even hear-

Wait.

Your eyes shoot open, sitting up from bed, realizing you now lie spread eagle in front of your very-real boyfriend who is very much actually present in your bedroom.

His antennas tutter back and forth, hand thrown over his mouth like a shocked 50s housewife. The dildo slides an inch out of you as you scramble upward, something like an excuse on your lips, face red hot with embarrassment.

“Did you miss me that much?” Your partner chuckles, lighthearted, a matching blush lighting up his black fur.

“I-” You stutter, wondering if he heard you calling out his name. You may have been dating for a year now, but still, being caught by your refined, almost-victorian gentleman partner is a little mortifying.

“Well, if it helps.” Atticus’ voice sinks to a lower octave, big eyes narrowed like a smirk. “I missed you a whole lot too.”

The hand around his mouth slides down his chest, leading your eye across his scrumptious body, right to his unsheathed cock.

When did he even get that out?

“C’mon baby.” Atticus drawls. “Keep going.” He sits down in a corner chair, stroking his swollen dick. “Gimme a show.”

A shiver rolls down your spine.

My god, where’d he learn to talk like that?

You ain’t complaining, slipping back to your comfortable position, making sure to keep your legs extra wide. You slide the dildo all the way back in.

Atticus hums in approval, hand rubbing at his flushed head.

“How's it feel?”

“Good.” You pant, slowly rocking the dildo in and out, making sure to press it extra hard with each thrust.

“As good as mine?” Mothman chuckles, rubbing some leaking precum down his shaft with his thumb.

You eye up his cock, biting your lip.

“No.” You gasp, the dildo hitting a particular sensitive spot, sending tingles down to your toes. “Not even close.”

“Hmm, but good enough while I was away?” His eyes shoot to the clear bottle of lube on your bedside table, almost halfway empty. “Seems it got put to work.”

“Couldn’t-” You breath hitches, spreading up your pace, “Couldn't h-help myself. Missed your cock so much.”

You throw your hips up, making a show of your entrance clenching around the thick shaft of the dildo. Lube and juices trickle down the curve of your ass.

Atticus remains dignified, silent as he lazily jerks himself off. But you know the signs by now, see the way his chest tightens and his antennae twitch.

“That right?” Atticus’ other hand reaches down and begins rubbing at the slit where his cock protrudes, an extra sensitive spot you're well acquainted with. “This cock missed you too.” He finally shows some sign of his pleasure, a small hitch in his articulation when he squeezes his head. “Missed that tight hole, missed filling it up.” He rolls his neck, a move he knows you love, showing off the sinewy muscle as it cracks. “Hmm, felt like torture, not being able to fuck you whenever I wanted.”

Your wrist aches and goes ignored, your focus solely on Atticus and the burning fire in your belly. You hang off every word like it’s gospel, letting it sink into your chest and stir up your insides.

“You got me addicted, honey. How could I resist coming home early?” Precum squirts out his head, splattering the top of his hand. “Knowing I’d have such a sweet little thing to greet me?”

Your moans are breathy, vision getting fuzzy are your orgasm climbs. Your brain wants to close them to ignore everything else and focus on your high, but you force them on Atticus. His cock twitches in his hands, and you think you can make out a low “Damn.” as he jerks it.

“You gonna cum?” Atticus asks.

All you can do is nod, head stuffed with cotton and legs trembling. You imagine it’s his cock, the cock in front of your eyes, fucking you open. That it's his hands wrapped around your hips, his pelvis in between your thighs.

Atticus leans forward, cock still humping into his palm, but those big eyes only on you.

“Then cum.”

“Ahh-nggh!” You keen, hips spasming as your orgasm wracks your body, exploding across your abdomen and miking your toy.

Your limbs feel heavy, sweat dripping down your chest. The toy slips out of you and you pant, leaving trails of lube on the bed. Its that post-orgams kind of high that has you going “Wait, what was I doing again?”

“Good job.”

You don’t even have the energy to react when you feel Mothman’s palm against your face, not even wondering how he moved over so quickly, now straddling your hips.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

#my writing #reader insert #monster x reader #monster romance #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #mothman #mothman x reader

[kittyyeo]

ONE KISS, ONE BITE [kang yeosang]

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[vampire!yeosang x f. reader || fantasy au || suggestive || MDNI]

tags: fantasy au, reader studies/teaches herbology, yeosang is like…. an overly romantic and kinda masochist (nothing explicit) vampire, switch yeosang [heavily leaning into sub here], he whines a lot please someone make him stop (or don't), little makeout session, yeosang refers to the reader with names like "darling", "my love" and similar expressions

A storm was welcoming you on your way home that day: heavy raindrops were jumping around, covering the entirety of the small village and getting swept away violently by the river. The wind was blowing, making the trees move abruptly and covering the sky with big, dark clouds.

You were struggling to walk– after spending the whole day in the library with your Herbology students, you felt quite tired. Teaching about the various characteristics of the plants and flowers surrounding your town had always been your passion, but that day you felt quite drained and you needed to go back home as soon as possible.

The village was empty — everyone was taking shelter in their tiny, fragile homes. You were trying to protect your books from getting drenched in the rain, when you had finally arrived home. The wind was fighting against you, making you struggle to open the door, when you finally got welcomed by the familiar scent of the herbs and spices decorating your living room.

The clicking sound of your boots quietly filled the silence as you took a few steps on the solid wooden floor, when you suddenly heard some movements right next to the fireplace. 

Click… click… 

You took a deep breath, your gloved hands holding tight onto each other as you shifted your whole attention to the little spot of your house where you'd keep the logs and spice firestarters for your fireplace. Tension kept rising, step after step, when you suddenly felt a pair of hands delicately resting on your shoulders. 

Before you could gasp or make any noise, the unknown figure made you turn around and gently hushed you with one finger, his ruby eyes shining in the darkness of the room. 

Of course he was there… 

You sighed heavily and loudly as tension left every fiber of your body, before you shook off his hands from you and moved back to the table in the middle of the room, where you finally left your jacket and gloves. 

-Aren't you happy to see me during such a lovely day, darling? - his voice reached your ears in a gentle murmur, even if you weren't facing him you knew he was smiling through his words and you couldn't help but imagine how his pretty, cold lips were curved in that grin of his, barely showing his pointy fangs. 

You shook your head, your figure swiftly moving in the barely lit room as you threw a few logs in the fireplace, ready to light up the space and get a bit warmer. 

-Why would I be happy to have uninvited guests? - you scoffed as you looked around looking for your herbs and spices you usually used to start the fire, confused on why you couldn't find them since you had always left them in the same spot. 

-Here, you're looking for these? - he giggles, his cold hands gently leaving the dried herbs in your hands, your fingers imperceptibly trembling at the light touch of his cold skin with yours, much warmer. 

-I was trying to light it up before you’d arrive but I couldn't get to it. I'm glad you're here though, my love. - he whined dramatically as you ignored his antics and finally, after blinking a few times at the sudden fire creating in front of you, your eyes started adapting and make out the various pieces of furniture adorning the big room. 

And his figure. 

He was standing right in front of you, his body covered in a white shirt with long, puffy sleeves and a pair of high-waisted black trousers. His cold hands were adorned in various rings that sparkled at the contact with the light of the fire. His dark, wavy hair enhanced his face and lightly covered his pointy ears, decorated with a pair of dangling earrings. 

As you absorbed his image in your mind, the heels of his boots clicked on the wooden floor as he took a few steps closer to you, his arms now around your neck as his ruby eyes met with yours, looking at you with a half-lidded gaze. 

-Darling, can I stay the night? 

-Why are you asking when you know you will stay no matter what I say? 

-Mh… touché! - he giggles, his soft, pale lips dangerously close to yours. His fingers gently started caressing your hair, twirling some locks from time to time. 

-Yeosang. - your voice reached his ears in a serious tone. He opened his eyes wide and looked at you, cutely nodding as he had his whole focus on you and you only. 

-Why are you here? 

-Because I love you, obviously!~

-That's not what I meant. Why didn't you stay in the woods? You know when the weather is this bad nobody goes out. 

-But the hunters don't really care about the weather anymore.

You sighed and looked at him in silence, your hand gently resting on his cheek while the other reached his waist. He nuzzled his face against the palm of your hand, resting his soft cheek on it.

After a few seconds of complete silence, he spoke once again. 

-...Can I stay? I don’t think my leg has healed properly, yet.- he whispered, his lips curved in a light pout as he was trying to convince you. Though there was no need to, as not only you would have gotten persuaded easily, but he would have stayed in your house no matter your answer. 

-You broke in anyway…- he shifted his hands, now holding your shoulders excitedly anticipating your answer - and your leg hasn’t healed properly…- you muttered, slightly embarrassed, and looked down on the floor. 

On such gloomy rainy days, some company wouldn’t have hurt, right? 

Yeosang clapped, excited, and left a quick peck on your cheek before taking a few steps back to pirouette and then slowly sat on the table, gently parting his legs and letting his back rest against the wall. He gently brushed two fingers along his thigh, inviting you.

Your eyes couldn’t let go of his figure, and your legs lightly followed his invitation, your arms quickly resting on his hips as he welcomed your body to stand between his legs. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, his bottom lip was held in a soft bite as he brought his finger to gently caress your chin, to let your lips meet with his in a silent, slow kiss. He laced his arms around your shoulders as he let your tongue gently press against his, your lip was now gently bitten, now gently licked: your hand left his hip just to properly pull him even closer to yourself, a sudden moan escaping his wet lips the moment your core brushed against his clothed length.

-D…Darling…- a string of moans left his lips as you started to trace kisses and bites across his jaw and neck. His hands were fumbling with the buttons of his own shirt when you noticed them and stopped him, letting your fingers swiftly remove all the buttons and letting the soft, white fabric rest on the floor right next to your foot. 

You brought back your attention to the vampire, his chest was moving up and down as he took deep breaths. 

-Your skin… so soft as always...- you mumbled, his breath suddenly leaving his trembling mouth as you let your finger brush against his nipple a few times - so sweet.- you added as you moved your lips to softly bite his earlobe, your hands gently tracing his figure with a delicate touch. 

-Please, more…- he pleaded, his voice leaving his mouth in a trembling tone, broken from time to time by soft moans. His mouth was desperately waiting for yours, and when you finally decided to kiss him again, you could feel how his lips were painted in a shy, gentle smile: a soft peck, his teeth gently biting on your bottom lip, your lips delicately adorning his tongue as you started sucking it. You wouldn’t let go, and Yeosang’s moans were getting louder and louder. You suddenly pinched his nipple, making him whine and moan in your kiss, as he was desperately looking for more friction. Your other hand swiftly moved between his legs, feeling how hard he had gotten: your fingers gently brushed along his length, making him aimlessly buck up his hips, desperate.

You suddenly broke your messy, wet kiss and looked at him, the silence of the room only filled by the two of you panting.

-Yeosang, your leg hasn’t healed yet. You said so yourself, didn’t you? - he moaned, noticing the smirk that painted your lips as you left one last kiss on his pale shoulder before getting back his  white shirt from the ground.

-Are you leaving me like this, love? - he whimpered, closing his eyes shut and involuntarily bucking up his hips as you palmed him once again, massaging thoroughly his hard length. 

-Don’t you dare, Yeosang.- you warned him one last time, before gently tucking a lock of his soft, wavy hair behind his ear. You let your thumb brush against his lip, cleaning the little drops of sweat and drool that majestically painted his face, when you finally found enough strength to let go and move to another room to quickly wash up. 

- My moon and stars, oh how I love it when you treat me like this. - he whined loudly, hoping that his voice would have reached you in the other room, his fingers brushing his dark, damp hair as he bit his bottom lip and rested with his back against the wooden surface of the table, shyly hiding his chest with his shirt. - oh, how I love you. - he repeated quietly, his breath toning down as he let his hands gently tap and trace over every single spot where you had left a kiss or a bite.

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[antiromanticbaby]

Roses - Lucifer

Crown Prince! Lucifer x GN!Reader

[✧] ー Just a short scenario with soft Luci <3 set in victorian era. Reader is GN because my man doesn't care about gender. Let's imagine love between the same sex wasn't taboo, alright? Danke :3

[✧] ー Reader is also innocent and of course, adhered to the society's beliefs and etiquette. (Did I use the word 'adhere' correctly? My first time doing it and it's so late already goodness me.)

Summary: Lucifer wishes to give his lovely betrothed a sweet little kiss. But it seems like they're not really up for it. Oh well, his beloved has a very endearing idea to solve this problem.

The two of you had been courting for a while now, and had yet to share any intimate moment. It was given of course. The both of you had decided to keep everything until your wedding. That way, it would be more special. It would hold much more meaning than something either of you could get anytime they wished.

Being engaged to the crown prince seemed perfect from afar, but it was harder than what it looked. Eyes were on you n matter where you went, and danger lurked around anywhere you stepped at. It was only natural for the crown to have enemies too, no matter how silent they were. But at the end of the day, the stress was worth it. Both for you, and your Lucifer.

"Is it appropriate for us to be alone like this, dearest?" You asked, gazing around at the private garden of his castle. You had heard from many of those servants just how mesmerizing the garden was, designed and cared after by Lucifer himself, but you had never seen it on your own. At least, not until now. The garden was truly a sight, with black and red flowers filling the ground, and the trees full of colorful blossoms. Even the rest of decoration, such as the marble fountain and the vases added to the garden's beauty.

Still, it was no appropriate for an engaged couple to be alone together without the supervision of an elder. You looked back at Lucifer, awaiting his reply. You didn't want to get on his nerves, but you knew that he cared about etiquette a lot too.

"Do not worry yourself, precious." He spoke calmly, putting an arm around your waist with a hint of possessiveness as he guided you to the center and near the fountain. "I just wished to have a private moment with my lovely betrothed."

You nodded, not that calmed down by his way of reassuring you. It wasn't long before you had let go of his arm and began admiring all the different and magical kinds of flowers in his garden. Of course, you didn’t expect any less of a private garden that was only for Lucifer, your beloved fiance. A certain rose caught your eyes in the midst of black roses and flowers. It had fallen down from its place, not having the natural glow of other roses but having its own kind of messages. Like a deep story hidden within those red petals. You bent down, picking it up and staring at it lovingly. 

Lucifer couldn’t help but gaze at you as you stared at the fallen rose, wondering what you were thinking that had you so deep in thought. He stepped a little closer, peering at the rose. He saw nothing special with the fallen rose, unlike you. 

“Your eyes.” You looked up from the rose and towards him, handing the rose to him. Fallen, like your fallen star. Red, like his ruby eyes. And magnifying, even at its worst.  “It is the same shade as your eyes, Lucifer.”

Lucifer’s eyebrows lifted up as he took the rose from you. Although he couldn’t help but smile when you said that. You were such a lovely little creature, always thinking of him before everything else. His eyes moved from the rose towards you, stepping even closer. Close enough to make you just slightly uncomfortable. You wouldn’t push him away, though, as you did crave his touch as much as he craved yours. “How very observant, beloved. Would you like me to speak of my own observations?” 

He then put the rose behind your ear, making sure the thorns wouldn’t hurt you. He couldn’t help but find your innocent smile lovely, in that moment.The Elegant prince cupped your cheeks, the pair of red roses residing in his eyes looking into your own gems. "You look so precious, love. Did you know that?” 

You knew where this was headed. He wanted to tease you, make you blush, and have you a stuttering mess. You then noticed his loving gaze on your lips and not your eyes. He continued. “May I kiss you, my sweet?” 

"But... it is not appropriate..." You whispered softly. But you had an idea how to do it, not to disappoint your fiance. You wanted that kiss too, after all, even if you would never admit it. You brought the rose out of your hair and put it on your lips, looking into his eyes softly. “Let us do it this way for now, until the day the bells of matrimony ring above us.” 

Lucifer opened his eyes in surprise, as he saw the red rose on your lips. It was something he never expected and he was both surprised and pleased to see that you still cared for your innocence and proper etiquette, even so much so that you wouldn't let just anyone get a taste of your lips, not even your soon to be spouse. Lucifer then smiled warmly, while still caressing your cheek. "Thank you, my beloved. You are right, this isn't appropriate, but a rose like yourself deserves a kiss nonetheless." 

Lucifer then pressed his lips gently against the rose, his hands holding yours as you held on the rose’s stem. 

A sweet and innocent kiss, for his true love. For his beloved betrothed, and the one he chose to share his life with. As soon as he pulled away, he put the rose back on your hair like a hairpin. You were truly his, and he was glad to have such a caring little betrothed on his side. He grasped both of your hands and brought them to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the back of them. 

“Until the bells of matrimony ring above us, my darling. I shall only wait and dream of that day.” 

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[madamekenobi]

Imagine being the wife of Daemon Targaryen. (+21)

***

When you look at this man, you cannot believe how fortunate you are. It isn’t only about the looks, even though to deny these don’t play a part in how attracted you still are towards him is to indulge in lies; but how protective he can be whenever you fly with him on Caraxes, whenever you accompany him at court.

Or how attentive he can be when you are sharing your day with him. Daemon Targaryen actually listens whenever your studies get your brain sharped—in truth, he is often horny whenever you and him have this moment talking about politics, philosophy, art… because he is also aroused by your looks.

When you are not well, he is the kind of husband who tends his wife. And he makes sure to leave his duties aside to be by your side. Saying nothing, but his presence says a lot.

These are your thoughts as you miss him a great deal. Daemon has been exiled again… probably for rebelling against that douchebag who attends by the name of Otto Hightower. And you had to stay behind because he assured you he’d not take long.

It’s been three days though and to sleep in a bed without the comfort of his body, the warmth of his skin against yours… is too dreadful. You are often anxious, considering pleading to the king to give his brother another chance, even if this means to take the risk of angering Daemon, for he is very prideful.

It’s when you, trying to busy yourself with sewing a new tapestry for your household, are told by one of the maids of your trust that Caraxes has been spotted.

“Oh praise the Gods!”, you exclaim, relieved. “Please ensure that all is set to receive the lord.”

And you are quickly having another lady to help you dress a better gown—perhaps the red one with details in black, his favourite colors—to welcome him properly.

The idea of how this night might end already gives you goosebumps, for it’s been a while since you and him haven’t done it—mostly because you’ve been engaged in philosophy studies and he, with wars waged against the Tetrarchy at Free Cities.

Your y/c hair is left partially loose—you tied a few locks in a short braid—, your delicate features are painted in light make up and your curves are reinforced by this beautiful long silk sleeved gown.

It does show some cleavage, the line of your neck to that of your breasts quite exposed—as you see yourself in mirror you blush at it, specially because your nipples are getting hard, eager to pop out to his mouth. But you, as a lady and his wife, know that it’s always better when you hold your desires back.

Right?

Heavens, you don’t know. Your legs shake lightly as your pussy begins to ache. You remember still how, before he went off, he reclined your back, spread your legs and slided his length, throbbing his cock into your womanhood. To recollect is to be bit by agony, for that night he smirked when hearing your screams going louder.

“Had I known how loud you could be, I’d have tried this position before”, he said then.

Another memory flashes back, when he caught you naked in bed touching yourself. You hadn’t seen him for a few days too—because he flew to see his brother— and here you were, moaning his name with your legs indecently spread and your fingers doing poorly the job he excelled.

And all so suddenly, he removed his clothes and laid back next to you, shuddering you as he helps you getting to reach your climax.

“Is it good? Thinking of me, does it make you good?”

That same day he replaced his finger with his tongue. And Gods be damned, you loved it. And you want it again. Even if he might accuse you of naughtiness.

Well, you once told him, how can one be his wife without being prompted to lust? And you swear you’d never seen this man blush before.

So here you are, holding back your fire, waiting for the reunion. You have an emerald necklace that he gifted you last Yule as well as a pair of rubies embellishing your ears.

By the time you get to the living room, Daemon, with his hair shorter, is impatient for his wife.

“Fuck, where is…?” And he is as silent as you are, as if you two are transfixed by each other’s presence.

“Daemon”, relief comes through as you run to his arms, there staying engulfed. “Three days never before felt so long.”

He smiles to himself when feeling your frame pressed against his, smelling your scent and hearing your voice—the sentiments there being expressed making his heart race.

The rogue prince presses a kiss over your forehead before cupping your face and finally kissing your lips, a reward for a painful, long waiting.

“My lady”, he smiles down at you. “Always loyal.”

“It could never be otherwise”, you stroke his cheek, eyeing him with the utmost devotion. “Three days and yet it felt like eternity to wait for your return. My prayers were my only comfort, the balsam to my aching heart.”

“A poetess”, he murmurs in awe, “with a soul that never ceases to inspire me love.”

Daemon gives a side crooked smirk when seeing his words paint a crimson shade on your cheeks, when seeing how bright your smile is. He then leans to peck your lips before whispering down to your ear.

“I’m looking forward tonight. You are gorgeous, my wife. All of this for me?”

His voice, a quiet whisper that contains a lot more than lets it show, gives you shivers. You lower your gaze before smiling rather shyly.

“Yes, lord. All of this to my husband.”

When you raise your eyes, you know you are lost. Daemon Targaryen has just pierced your soul.

***

“Finally”, he pulls you to himself, staying right behind you as he rests his chin over your shoulder, arms around your waist. “Finally a moment alone with you, Y/Nickname.”

You giggle softly.

“I’ve been looking forward to this…”

“If I remember well, you burn as bright as any dragon fire”, recollects Daemon, smirking when in reference to the first night spent together after the bedding ceremony where he deflowered you. “Especially where weak spots are concerned”, and here he whispers hotly in your ear, pleased to see a shiver running over your spine and how weak your knees are.

You hate to be so vulnerable before him, to be so easily read, but at the same time you love that he knows you so well.

You try to find balance at the nearest object nearby, which happens to be the window. As darkness grows outside, there is little of the landscape you can spot, although it hardly distracts you of your husband’s preying eyes.

As Daemon turns at you, he denudes you with only a gaze. He drinks of the view of you, pleased to find you in a struggle to hold back the long lust he—and only he—evokes in you.

His cock goes rigid in his pants as he watches your breathing going painfully slow, as your hands hold against the wall, as your body begs him to do what you both want him to do.

But Daemon wants to take his time—because when he does, oh the waiting will be worth it.

His fingertips begin to caress your features before slowly going to your neck.

“I love the colour you chose to welcome me tonight”, says the rogue prince, secretively smirking at how you notice his small details, much like he does at you.

“It pleases me to hear it so”, you tilt your head to the side, locking gazes with him. “All was done with this purpose.”

And in this moment his index finger slides to your mouth. A glint of mischief sparks behind his eyes as you open it and welcome it with your tongue in a very suggestive gesture.

“Mm.” He sighs almost inaudibly, aroused already. “You like it, don’t you? Ever since I taught you how it’s done… you’ve mastered it.”

“Like you taught me indeed, my lord”, you smirk back, eyeing him intently. Your hands are about to buckle his bell but he soon stops you.

“No”, Daemon groans as he pins you against the wall. “Wife, I play this game.”

“Better than I”, you aquiesce, willingly so.

He chuckles before leaning inches closer to you.

“Indeed”, and when his hands move from your waist to embrace you, before grabbing your hair gently, he kisses you.

His tongue gently comes after yours, pairing synchronously in perfect harmony. You dwell in the taste of sweet Dornish wine that mixes with yours, carefully minted after dinner.

And then it gets deeper. It gets passionate. You start to burn in fever, longing for his command, to be subdued to his will. Daemon knows you, even when your breathing comes out a different pace or how your hands slowly move to play with his now shorter locks.

He knows.

A devilish smirks paints his lips when sensing your impatience. He likes to take his time, though by now your rose scent drives him insane. It’s a particular rose. He knows it.

It’s as if a dragon calls another to mate.

He knows.

Daemon finally unlaces your gown. He needs to see your nude state, to devour your curves with his eyes. So he parts his lips from yours, pleased to find in your eyes that pledge he likes so well.

And you blush before his intent gaze. You promptly try to cover yourself, but the domineering man you call your husband gently parts your legs with his knee and firmly takes your hands to pin your wrists above your head.

“Daemon!”, you whimper like the wench you are.

“Yes?”, he licks his tongue around his mouth, already with a bone at the sight of you so exposed, your nipples so damn hardened. “Can’t I appreciate my wife?”

Your face goes pink with his words. You are at his mercy, you dare not to pledge liberty. But you begin to feel dropping wet in your legs. Rubbing one to the other, you try to show some control.

But Daemon knows he’s affecting you. And he likes the view. Oh, he does.

A sly smirk runs in his lips as he pulls your hair with one hand and wraps another around your neck, all the whilst parting your legs with his knee.

“Hmm. You couldn’t handle staying three long days and nights without me, could you?”, he whispers, aroused as you whimper at the pressure he makes into your womanhood.

Your mouth barely opens, forming an “o” as you flutter your eyelashes. The torture only worsens when you whimper due to the short distance he takes of you.

Because Daemon Targaryen starts touching himself at the thought of you. So ready, so undone… right under his power.

“It is most unfair to be unkindly treated in such a manner”, you protest, already salivating when remembering what it felt like to have his length throbbing in your mouth.

Daemon smirks still at you, locking eyes precisely as he releases his pressure.

“Is it?”, he then groans, pleased to be under your intent stare. “I thought you liked to watch.”

You blush once more at the reference of the day you caught him, perhaps unintentionally, on such a private moment. You were sent by the king to look after him—the prince hasn’t courted you yet, despite his openly flirting to you, so innocent back then—and you found him rather jerking at the library.

You could not look away though you froze when he opened his eyes and found you there, watching as he came undone. And to think all of what he did next…

Still gives you shivers even after these years.

“Do you like that, don’t you?”, he places his soaked index finger into your mouth, watching you with eyes dark with desire as you suck it, glinting with mischief when doing so.

You barely come to an answer as his mouth engulfs yours, colliding lips in a passionate and deep kiss. It is as if your soul is set alight, burning with something more meaningful than merely desire.

You are his and he’s yours. He knows it, he feels it too. Never before he’s been so tamed as he is now. This dragon who was known to many women down the capital, whether high or low born, are faithful to one woman now who is fortunate to be called his wife.

And you occupy such privileged position that certainly has some envious ladies grumbling on and upon—rumour has it that Rhaenyra Targaryen is one of those heartbroken ladies who never truly accepted that you are his lady.

This certainly does not cross your mind by now when his lips pursuit your skin, deliciously devouring your neck—his gritted teeth leaving bruises all the way.

“My husband, I need more”, you whimper louder, impatiently so.

He leans back to smile at you, that way you like him to—carrying a mix of bashfulness and cheekiness— before saying:

“My darling spoilt brat”, he chuckles. “What have I raised?”

A peck in your lips and the man finally lowers his kiss. At long last your lust is satisfied and he cups each nipple, devouring you like a famine man.

It feels so good to have his tongue twisting it around your pink nipple, biting it, taking his time there. You arch your back, you want to play with his hair, but he’s still holding your wrists, tightening the grip as if saying he “owns” you.

And you blissfully give in. Specially when he stops caressing your boobs and slides a hand to your feminine part.

So suddenly you moan louder. For the moment his fingers are inside you, clutched within, digging a deep path to your uterus, your chest gets heavier and it is as if you have butterflies in your stomach.

“Come to me”, he is now standing his nude body so close to yours that sweats are mixed. “Come. I want to hear you scream my name.”

One look is enough and you are crying out his name, finally released off that unbearable pressure that has been within you.

“Daemon…”

“Y/N…”

And with no waiting for further playtimes, your legs are wrapped around his waist and he finally thrusts his erect manhood within you.

Locked against the wall, you two move synchronously, breath to breath, body to body. The fire of a dragon burns all over you an it feels good to be burnt alive.

As his thrusts match with the moves of your hips, climax seems to approach. He pulls you to his lips, before gently lifting you up only to lay you down at the table and there fucking you intently.

Hardly surprises anyone awake by that hour at the castle to hear indecent sounds echoing through it. This only means how the prince is in a very good mood indeed.

***

Daemon watches you sleep peacefully in his arms. Both of you are in his quarters now, poorly covered by a silk linen sheet over your bodies. His eyes linger in your heart-shaped face, in how serene you look with your eyes shut.

He puts delicately your y/c locks behind your ear, making sure none make you uncomfortable in your sleep. The prince looks at you with a sweet, almost secretive grin in his lips.

He loves his lady. He missed her company, her laughters, her body, her wit.

The prince holds you tight against him, drifting to sleep himself. In his mind he replays the scenes of the day he discovered you and him loved each other.

Such sheepish smile only spreads when, resting a hand over your belly, he is struck with a feeling he’s having an heir anytime now…

#Daemon Targaryen smut

[aihoshiino]

this is more of a thought project than an actual question, but what do you think it would've been like had aqua's decision to reveal the identity of his past life to ruby backfired upon him? i'm not sure if the possibility would've even existed in the first place given how much sarina idolizes (haha. idolize.) goro, but i like to think about it sometimes because ruby has known the man as "aquamarine hoshino" (guy who is unfailingly stubborn and even frustrating at times) longer than she's known him as "goro amamiya" (a mostly well-adjusted guy from her perspective) and also because ruby has always been my favorite of the hoshino twins and i'm trying to cope with her characterization as of late. sobs

NGL, I do kind of think that Aqua's decision here has already been backfiring even if it doesn't seem quite as apparent on the surface. As Kana points out, while Ruby is acting fine and happy now, her leaning on Gorou-through-Aqua hasn't really addressed the core issues that are impacting her mental health. That relationship is kind of her single point of failure right now and the moment it's taken away from her, she's going to collapse.

This is why Tsukuyomi described Aqua revealing himself to Ruby as a 'bad move'. Sure, it got her back on her feet and ensured the movie would get made with her in the lead role but it has also made her incredibly reliant on the supposed promise that Gorou would marry her when she turned 16 (which, uh, isn't even what he said…!) and his presence in general. But Aqua's plan has been all but textually stated at this point to end in his death which, as I'm sure you can imagine, would be probably not great for Ruby's mental health to begin with but especially now she knows he's Gorou…!!!

That said, it is interesting to roll around a scenario where Aqua drops that reveal and Ruby rejects him… either out of not believing him or because his behavior as Aqua has shattered the pedestal she had Gorou up on. The idea of a version of the Movie Arc where Ruby is still in black hoshigan mode, playing a version of Ai who comes across as flawed, bitter and unsympathetic as a result of Ruby's own inability to be vulnerable… ouughh now we're fucking cooking….

That could be a really fascinating parallel to how Ai was rejected by everyone who saw her as she really was under her idol persona and you could have a lot of fun tying Ruby's gradual understanding of and empathy with Ai and her growing anger with regards to her exploitation to her realization that her all-or-nothing view of Gorou is similarly dehumanizing. Holy shit, now I'm imagining a version of the Movie Arc where Ruby keeps her black hoshigans all the way up to 134 and it's that moment of connection with Ai as a human being that finally breaks her out of it.

Like, holy shit. This is already an incredibly powerful and moving series of pages, but can you imagine just how much harder they would've hit if this had been when Ruby's white hoshigan had blazed back to life? WE COULD'VE HAD IT ALL.........

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #onk asks #onk spoilers #imaginin g a version of the movie arc that properly centers ai and ties everything back to that mission statement #of understanding her and humanizing her #honestly makes me feel so fucking rabid. akasaka please.

[buckybraneslover111]

Stranger Couple - B.B.

a/n: i've has this sitting in my drafts for days and i have finally edited it and i think its good to post lol enjoy and please leave me your feedback.

warnings: drinking(21+), mommy kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, lots of dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, sir kink, choking, multiple orgasms(male&fem), praising kink, slapping, spitting, squirting, slight fluff at the end if you like squinted

words: 5,400 (sorry its alot but its good)

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You used your straw to mixed around your drink as you sat at the bar. There were so many guys who would ask to sit next to you but you would deny them, say your saving the seat for someone. You sipped on your drink then felt a presence on the side of you in his chair. "Is this seat taken?" You looked over at him shaking your head as he sat in the chair and he ordered his drink, whiskey on the rocks. You watched his jaw clench, his hair brushed back as if he had been running his hands through his hair. He sat back in his chair as you turned your gaze away from him and back to your drink. He looked at you, finally noticing you. He looked at your body wrapped in your , your hair curled down your back, your soft legs crossed, your black heels to match. He bit his lip at your appearance. You looked breathtaking. You sipped your drink ignoring his eyes burning into your back. "So, do you come here often?" You turned your head towards him and smiled shaking your head no. "First time." He smirked at you, "It's a pretty nice place, good people." You nodded and went back to your drink. He leaned in and put his hand on your thigh, whispering in your ear, "You look so fucking sexy in this dress baby, i wanna take you right here." You smirked and looked at him, "Gonna break that easily?" this was a game you two loved to play. You would go to the bar, order a drink, he would meet you, flirt with you, then you would go back home and he would fuck you senseless, sometimes you didn't make it because he just wanted you that badly. This was one of the things that you loved about your relationship with him and how you would spice up your sex life. Pretending to be complete strangers and he would fuck you good. He smirked, "Not a chance." he sat back in his seat and looked at you, "What's your name?" You looked back at him, "Ruby." He nodded smirking, "Ben."

"So what are you doing here all alone?" He takes a sip of his drink looking at you.

You roll your eyes, "Can't take a hint can you?" you sip your drink not looking at him.

He smirks, "What? You don't want to talk to me?" you looked at him and hold your hand up showing him your wedding ring on your finger. He nodded and chuckled, "Oh I see. So where is your husband?"

"He would be sitting in that chair but he would rather play with his cars than to take me out for drinks." you smirked a little looking back at your drink. You knew that he get him a little upset and maybe he would be rough with you later.

He frowned a bit, "No I do not."

You smirked looking back at him, "Break character one more time, remember you get nothing." If either one of you broke character more than 3 times in one night, then the other gets up and leaves and you get no sex that night and had to try again the next day. You never break character. You were always on point with everything. It was always Bucky. He would get too turned on, or you would say something that made him made and he would break.

He sighed and drank the rest of his drink putting the cup down on the counter. He looked at you as you stared at him, "I don't do that y/n."

You finished your drink and left cash on the bar top. You grabbed your purse and got off the chair making sure to get off on the side he was on and you smirked at him, "It was nice meeting you Ben, thanks for the company." Bucky groaned as you walked away. He watched you leave and he frowned mentally slapping himself.

...

The next night, at a different club. You ordered your same drink playing with the straw in your drink. You looked around to see if you could find him, he was running late. Only by 10 minutes, but still you needed release just as badly as him. After 10 more minutes, you heard someone on the side of you, "Is this seat taken?" you looked over and almost choked on your salvia. He looked good, like too good. You shook your head as he sat down next to you. He ordered himself his famous drink and sat back in his chair. You blushed hard looking away from him. 'Oh my god, he looks so good.' you thought to yourself. You moved uncomfortably in your chair as you felt yourself getting wet. He looked over at you smirking, "You alright?" he leaned forward grabbing his drink and taking a sip. You nodded and looked at him.

"Yeah I'm fine."

"You come here often?" he said as he sat back in his chair staring at you, "I'm a regular and I don't think i've ever seen you here before."

You shook your head, no, "No, first time."

"First time for everything." He smirks finishing his drink. "You wanna dance?"

You looked at him, "Sorry, I'm actually waiting for someone." you held your hand up showing your wedding ring.

He smirked, "Oh come on. He isn't here and whats wrong with two strangers dancing in a club. What your husband doesn't know wont hurt him."

You blushed and looked away from him, "Whats your name?"

"Hmm? I'm sorry sweetheart what was that?"

You turned your head to the side and you were met face to face with him, his lips almost touching yours, his breathe lingering on your face, whiskey and cigarettes, his eyes looking into yours. You blushed hard, your mouth opened slightly. You looked down at his lips then back up at his eyes, "Name?" you whispered.

"Nick." he whispered.

"Sarah."

He smirked and got off his chair and held out his hand. You got off your chair holding his hand. You followed him to the middle of the dance floor and he spun you around so your back was facing him. He grabbed your waist pulling you back towards him, your ass placed right on his crotch as you felt him get hard. You smirked and started to grind on him along with the music. The song 'Earned it' by the Weekend played, but it was the slowed down version of the song. You moved your hair to one side of your neck as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck. He goes up to your ear and whispers, "You are so fucking sexy. I wish I could take you in front of all these people but you would enjoy that too much. All these people would see you beg for my cock," he runs his hand up the back of your thigh and up your dress, "Don't make a sound, don't want to draw attention to us," his fingers brush against your folds and you bit your lip trying not to moan, his finger pushes past your folds as he runs his finger through your wetness, "God you are so fucking wet for me." he teases your entrance then he pulls his hand away from your core bringing his hand up to your mouth sliding his finger in. You sucked on it tasting yourself. "Mmm you taste good dont you?" you nodded pulling his finger out. You pulled your dress down and turned around looking up at him blushing, "Blue."

...

You walked into your bedroom backwards unbuckling Bucky’s belt as you two were making out. Your legs hit the bed as you laid back down on it. He crawled on top you, your lips never leaving his, never breaking the kiss. He pushes your dress up as you push his boxers and pants down. He pulls away from you taking off his shirt and his pants and boxers the rest of the way. You sit up and take off your dress, you grab his face pulling him in for another kiss. He gets on top of you again pushing you down to the bed. You put your hands in his hair pulling his head back, biting on his lip with your teeth. You suck on his bottom lip as he moans, you let it go as you smirk at his swollen lip. You attack his neck with kisses sucking on his sweet spot. "Mommy, please." he moans as he poked your core with his tip.

"Please what? Tell mommy what you want." you smirked at him as you kissed up his neck and nibbled on his ear.

"Let me fuck you mommy." He bites his lip, "Please." he begs.

You smirked shaking your head no, "Why should i let you?" you turned his head towards you as your lips slightly brush up against his. "Why should i let you fuck me?" you whispered against his lips, you looked up at his eyes. He looked down at you moaning softly, his mouth open a little.

"I deserve it, i do." he whines rubbing his tip against your clit.

"No, you don't deserve it." you smirked as he whined loudly.

"Come on mommy! Please!!" He whines against your lips.

"No."

"Mommy!!" he whined loudly.

You smirked, "What's the matter baby?"

"I just wanna fuck you!" his face turns red, "I wanna fuck your pussy, please mommy! I promise i'll be good, I won't cum until you tell me! I'll be a good boy." he had tears in his eyes as he begged you.

"You'll be my good boy? You'll let mommy cum first?" you put your hand on his cheek rubbing his cheek bone.

He nodded, "Yes mommy i promise."

"Okay you can fuck mommy." you bit your lip. He smiled big and slides his cock into you as you both moaned. He started thrusting into you hard grabbing your tit with one hand massaging it.

"Mmm fuck you are so tight!" he leans down sucking on your nipple.

"Yes! Fuck my pussy!" you moan as he thrusts into you harder.

...

You walked downstairs in just a tshirt that covered you just enough. You walked to the fridge and got a bottle of water and looked in it. The doorbell rang and you shut the door. You walked over to the door opening it and you smirked at him. He was standing there with a jean button down shirt, opened completely exposing his chest, his hair pushed back, a utility belt around his waist, jeans and sneakers. "Hi miss, we got a call about your wi-fi being down." he looked at you smiling.

"Yeah it's like not working." you stepped to the side letting him in. He walked in as you shut the door behind him. "My husband said he would fix it but hasn't gotten the chance too." You walk to the living room swaying your hips as he followed you, knowing he was staring at your ass. You walk over to your tv and bent over opening up the cabinet, completely exposing yourself to him, you weren't wearing any panties so he was looking right at your pussy. He was staring right at it, his cock instantly growing hard. He swallowed hard as you stood up turning around smirking at his uncomfortableness. "It's in that cabinet." You stepped to the side pointing at it. You sat down on the couch behind him. He got down on his knees and looked at the wifi box. He fixed a couple of wires then he was done. He sat back on his knees and looked over at you. You were sitting with your legs spread a little, your pussy slightly exposing to him. He bit his lip as he looked up at your eyes as you were already smirking and staring at him. You spread your legs a little more, "Did you fix it?" he nodded. "How much do i owe you?"

"Just one tight little pussy." He crawls over to you as you spread your legs, putting your feet up on the couch pulling your shirt up so it rests on your lower stomach. You bit your lip as you leaned back on your elbows. He grabs your thighs pulling you to the edge of the couch. He leans in and blows cool hair on your clit. You moaned throwing your head back as he lightly licked your clit.

"Stop teasing please. I want it." you whined pouting. He smirked, loving you begging for him. He leaned in more wrapping his lips around your clit sucking on it hard. You moaned loudly, "Fuck! Fuck! Just like that!" You grab his hair pulling him in closer, as he shook his head, his lips wrapped around your clit moving it from side to side. "Oh fuck yes! Eat that pussy baby!" He spreads your legs wider as he pulls away from your clit. He uses both of his hands and spreads your folds open so your pussy is fully exposed to him. He spits on your clit and watches it slide down your clit to your entrance. He watches as your hole clenches onto nothing. "Please baby! Keep going, don't stop!" you whined. He leans in, keeping your pussy spread open as he licks up from your entrance to your clit. He goes down and slides his tongue into your entrance, putting both of his thumbs on your clit rubbing it slowly as he thrusted his tongue into you. You threw your head back moaning loudly, "Oh my god! Feels so good! So fucking good. I wanna cum!" He pulls his tongue out smirking. He takes two fingers and rubs them up and down your pussy getting them wet with your juices and he slides them into you as you moaning louder. "Yes! Yes" He smirked and bit his lip as he pushed on your lower stomach a little with his other hand as he thrusted his fingers in you as fast as he could, hitting your spot as he did it. "I'm fucking cumming!!" You screamed loudly in pleasure as you gripped the couch arching your back. You started to see stars as you squirted all over his fingers.

"Yes baby! Yes!" He smirked at you and he pulled his fingers out slapping your pussy as few times. You breathed heavily as your pussy was dripping in your cum along with his chest. He stood up on his knees pulling down his pants, his cock sprung out hitting his lower stomach. He got between your legs and grabs his cock sliding it into you pussy.

You moaned loudly looking up at him, "Fuck your cock is so big! But you have to hurry, my husband will be home soon." You smirked at him as he leaned down grabbing your jaw getting close to your face.

"I don't care, I want your husband to walk in with my fucking cock deep in that pussy!" He thrusted into you hard and fast as you moaned loudly.

"Yes! Fuck my pussy baby!" you moaned louder as he thrusted into you harder and harder.

"Yeah? You like that kitten?! You like my cock deep in that pussy?!" He pushes in deeper stretching your pussy out more as you throw your head back moaning.

"Yes!! Fuck that pussy deep!!" You moaned loudly, "I wanna cum! I wanna cum on that cock!"

"Mmm do it baby, i'm gonna cum in that pussy!" He reached down rubbing your clit fast as his thrusts become sloppy, his orgasm approaching soon.

"Mmmf! Fill my pussy up with your cum! Fuck a baby in me daddy!" You grabbed onto his forearm as your pussy clenched around his cock. "I'm cumming! Cum with me daddy!" you moaned loud as he rubbed your clit faster thrusting into you as fast as he could.

"Mmm! Yeah baby, i'm almost there!" Your pussy clenched around his cock again, "Fuck! I'm cumming! You want me to fill your pussy up?!" His cock twitched hard in your pussy.

"Yes! Fill me up with that cum!! Fuck i'm cumming!!" You screamed that last part as you came hard all over his cock. He pushes his cock all the way inside of you as his cum painted your warm walls. He moaned as he came inside of you, feeling your walls, clench and unclench around him. He thrusted into you slowly to help you both ride out your highs, then he stop pulling out of you completely, his cock becoming soft and limp. You laid down on the couch breathing heavily, "That was so good baby." He looked down at your pussy as nothing was spilling out of your pussy.

He smirked, "You holding my cum in there good?"

You nodded biting your lip, "I don't want it to come out."

"Good girl."

....

You watched him from the pool lounge chair you were laying on. You wore a very revealing black bikini suit. He was cleaning the pool of all the leaves and bugs that got in it. He was your innocent pool boy, just coming over to clean the pool for you. He wore his swim trunks and no shirt. Just how you liked it. You got up from your chair and walked over to the hot tub that was connected to the pool. You started up the jets so the water could get warm. After a few minutes you got into the hot tub and sat back against the wall as you watched him continue to clean the pool. He looked at you from across the pool and smirked, "Beautiful day for a pool day huh, Mrs. Barnes?"

You nodded and blushed, "Everyday is a beautiful for the pool."

"Why is your pool so dirty? I just cleaned it yesterday." he smirked at you.

"I dumped a whole bunch of leaves in it so I could call you to come clean it." you bit your lip as you pushed your sunglasses onto your head, "Why dont you take a break? Come join me in the hot tub."

He smirked at you and shook his head no, "Can't do that Mrs. Barnes, your husband might come home."

"Oh come on, its just two grown adults, sitting in the hot tub together, nothing is going to happen." You smirked at him putting your sunglasses back on. He puts down the net and walks over to the hot tub and he gets in, sitting across from you. He sits back and relaxes against the jets. He closes his eyes and puts his arms on the back of the hot tub.

"Take a picture it lasts longer." He smirked looking at you as you were staring at his spider tattoo. You blushed looking away, you so badly wanted to break character and just beg him to fuck you, but you couldn't. You need to hold out, just a little longer.

"I don't know what you are talking about." you looked away from him.

"Mrs. Barnes you were thinking about dirty things weren't you?" he smirked looking at you. You couldn't take it anymore. You needed him and you needed him now. This was the first time you have ever broken out of character.

You got up and walked over to him straddling his waist grabbing his face. "I need you Buck please, i need you to fuck me."

He smirked at you shaking his head. He pulled you off of him and he got out of the hot tub, "I have to go, you have a good day Mrs. Barnes." He walked back into the house as you whined loudly.

...

You walked into the house from your lunch with your Sarah. You walked to the living room and looked at Bucky as he was wearing shorts and no shirt. He was cleaning the table and he looked up at you smiling, "Hello Mrs. Barnes you are home early. I'm almost done cleaning." you were caught by surprised and looked at him confused then smiled.

"It's okay..." you looked at his outfit and giggled, "Wait, pause. Why are you wearing that?"

"Because you told me too." he frowned standing up.

"No I didn't." you giggled.

"Yes you did y/n." he frowned.

"No, I said, you should be the maid and i'll be the housewife." You laughed, "So by me saying that, you decided to put on my maid outfit."

He blushed bright red, getting embarrassed, "Well, thats what I thought you meant."

"No." you giggled, "You look good though." you winked at him.

...

You walked downstairs and walked to the kitchen and saw Bucky, Steve and Sam all talking. Bucky looked up at you and smiled as you walked over to him. You kissed his cheek then walked to the fridge grabbing a bottle of water. You saw Steve and Sam leave the room and you were about to turn to Bucky when you felt him push you up against the fridge, his cock growing hard against your ass. He leaned down to your ear and you whined, your body pressing against the cold surface of the fridge. "When I get back, I except this whole house to be cleaned, and you better be in uniform when I get back." he grabs your hair pulling it back so your head was resting against his shoulder as you moaned. He slapped your ass hard squeezing it, "Got it?"

You nodded, "Yes sir, I understand."

"Good girl." he pulled away from your and fixed his shirt. You turned around looking at him with your back to the fridge.

"When will you be back?" you bit your lip.

"Not sure yet, like two hours at the most." he shrugged, "I love you i'll see you later." he kisses your cheek and walked out of the kitchen. You bit your lip as you heard the front door shut.

"Fuck." you sighed.

…

two hours later~

Bucky walked through the door and you gasped when you heard the door shut. You were still cleaning the dishes and you tried to hurry up to finish. "Where's my little kitten?" he smirked as he walked into the kitchen and saw your still washing the dishes. He frowned at you then smirked. You were wearing your sexy maid outfit, with black cat ears on your head, he looked down and saw you were wearing knee high tights with bows on the back of your thighs. You turned off the water and dried your hands turning around looking at him.

"Sir, I-I..." you blushed as he walked towards you pinning you against the counter.

"I thought I asked you to get all of your chores done before I got home." he frowned down at you.

"Sir, you did but..." he cut you off.

"But what? What were you doing that was more important than your job?"

"I-I...sir please." He wrapped his hand around your neck moving your head up so you were looking at him.

"Did you touch yourself without my permission?" he frowned at you.

"N-No I swear." your face turned a bright pink as you squeezed your legs together.

He smirked at you, "Liar…”

"I-I'm not lying.." you whined as he squeezed your throat a little and got close to your face, his lips brushing against yours slightly.

"So if i stick my fingers into your pussy, its not going to be stretched out is it?" he smirked at you as you blushed hard.

"S-Sir please..." you whined softly.

"Ahhh you did touch yourself didn't you?" he smirked at you, "Tsk tsk, bad kitten. You know what happens when you dont listen."

"But sir, it was only because I had to make it fit." you blushed hard getting nervous.

"Make what fit?" he looked at you confused. He pulled his hand off of your throat as you turned around and bent over the sink a little lifting up your skirt. You spread your cheeks as you showed him the 3 inch butt plug that was all the way in your ass. He groaned and ran his hands through his hair, "Fuck, you are killing me baby. Is this the vibrating one?" You nodded biting your lip looking back at him.

"Is that good sir?"

"Fuck baby what are you doing to me?" he leans back against the island counter. You stand up turning around looking at him, he face is a light pink, his hands are shaking as he rests them back on the counter. You look down and see his rock hard cock poking at his sweatpants. You got down on your knees pulling his pants down along with his boxers. His cock springs out and stands up straight, hard as a rock. You grabbed his cock putting one hand on his hip as you sucked on his tip. He threw his head back moaning, "Fuck yes baby, such a good little kitten." you looked up at him innocently as he looked down at you, "Don't look at me like that when you have my cock in your mouth." he moans as you bob your head fast on his cock. He grabs you by the hair and holds you still thrusting his hips against your face. You never broke eye contact with him as tears started to roll down your face as you gagged on his tip. He pulls you off of his cock as he breathes heavily. His tip red and leaking precum, your chin covered in your spit as you stared up at him innocently. He pulls you up by your arm and picks you up sitting you down on the chair. You grabbed both of your legs and leaned back pulling them back to your shoulders holding them there as you fully expose yourself to him. Your pussy dripping in your juices as your ass clenches around the butt plug. He stands up in front of you and rubs his red, swollen tip against your wet dripping slit.

"Mmm daddy please." you moaned as you being sensitive to his touch, biting your lip, "Please give me your cock."

"I feel like if I slide in, i'm going to cum, so just give me a second." he moaned as he rubbed his tip against your clit.

"Just do it please, just cum inside me please. You'll get hard again please! I'll help you! Fuck I want it!" you whined loudly looking up at him, "Please, it will be so hot if you came inside of me and then fucked your cum in me. I wanna be your cum slut daddy."

He groaned feeling himself so close to the edge, he was sweating. He grabbed your throat and slid his cock into you moaning. "Fuck i'm gonna cum, i cant hold it baby." he stroked what wasn't inside of you and he cums inside of you moaning. You moaned feeling him fill you up.

"Mmm fuck daddy." he pulled out of you and you looked down as watched his cum drip out of you. "Shit daddy, I cant let it go to waste." you smirked and slid two fingers into your pussy thrusting your fingers to collect his cum. He stands there and watches you as you pull them out and they are covered in his cum and your juices. You put your hand up to your mouth, he grabs your wrist and he pulls your hand away from you. He grips your chin and forces your mouth open. You stick your tongue out looking up at him as he spits in your mouth, letting it slowly drip from his mouth onto your tongue. He smirks when it lands on your tongue and you slide your two fingers in your mouth that is covered in cum and you suck on them swallowing his cum and spit. You pulled your fingers out and opened your mouth to show him that you swallowed everything.

"Good girl." He strokes his cock until he is rock hard again. He spits on his cock rubbing it all over himself as he rubs his tip on your clit.

"Mmm you gonna fuck me good daddy?" you bit your lip then moaned loudly as he slid his cock into you. You held onto the back of your thighs, still holding your legs up to your shoulders. He pulled out until only the tip was in and he slammed back into you pushing in all the way until he bottomed out. "Oh fuck! Ah! So good! So fucking big!" you moaned loudly as you looked up at him biting your lip. He runs his hand through his hair pushing it out of his face as he looks down at where you are connected and he thrusts into you slowly. He reaches down and pinches your clit with his thumb and pointer finger lightly. You gasped softly and looked down at his hand, "Daddy! What are you doing?" You clenched around his cock and he gasps a little as he started to pick up the pace.

"Mmm your pussy is so pretty baby. Stretching out so good for my cock." he moans staring at your pussy.

"Just fuck me please." you whined and wiggled your hips. He grabs your throat again and squeezes it frowning at you. "Hey! Who's in charge here?"

"You daddy!" you whined loudly.

"Then let me take my time." he frowned.

"B-But you got to cum and I didn't yet." you whined starting to tear up.

"You wanna cum?! Huh?! You wanna cum?!" He started thrusting into you hard and fast as you moaned loudly nodding.

"Yes! Yes I wanna cum daddy!" you moaned louder as he thrusted into you faster. He reached underneath you and turned on the vibrating butt plug as it was right up against your spot in your ass and you moaned louder digging your nails into the back of your thighs. "Shit! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!"

"You like that baby?! Huh? Tell me how much you love my cock?" he smirked and slapped your cheek grabbing your neck again.

"I love your cock so much! It's so fucking deep daddy!" you arched your back as he thrusted into you harder, rubbing your clit with his thumb. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cum! Rub my clit daddy!"

"Mmm thats it baby, cum on my cock." he smirked as he rubbed your clit faster, moving a little and angled himself to hit your spot as he pounded into you harder, his tip hitting your spot.

You pushed his hand away as you reached down rubbing your clit fast with two of your fingers as your legs started to shake, "I'm gonna squirt! I'm gonna fucking squirt!! Don't stop!" you moaned louder looking down at where you were connected and screamed loudly in pleasure as he pulled out of you smirking as you squirted all over your fingers and his lower stomach, rubbing your clit fast as you squirted. "Yes! Oh fuck yes!!" you stopped and looked down at your mess and he smirked sliding right back into you as you moaned. "Yes daddy! Make me squirt again!"

"Mmm cum with me baby." He thrusted into you hard and fast as you rubbed your clit fast again.

"I love your cock! Oh my god! I fucking love it!" you moaned louder and he started to pound into your spot hard.

"Mmm! Gonna cum with you baby!" his thrusts got sloppier as his cock twitched inside of you.

"Shit! I'm gonna cum!" he pounded into you spot as hard as he could as you rubbed your clit fast. "Im cumming!!" he pushes deep in of you cumming inside of you as your clenched around his cock squirting all over your fingers and his cock. You closed your eyes, getting too much pleasure, slowly going into sub-space. Bucky saw this happening and he rubbed the back of your thighs and waited for you to relax and come back. You finally calmed down and was breathing heavily as you opened your eyes looking at him.

"Did you come back to me?" he smiled.

"Y-Yes. Holy shit that was so good." you said softly nodding.

He kissed your head smiling, "Let's go shower. You did so good today baby."

"Thank you daddy." you giggled biting your lip.

...

#bucky #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fluff #bucky x female reader #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #sebastian x reader #bucky fanfic #sebastian x y/n #bucky x reader #daddy!bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky x y/n #bucky imagine #winter soldier #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #dark bucky x reader

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

Wmmap Lucas x reader Head-canons and a little one-shot/scenario ? 😋

Information:

Reader Is Claude & Diana’s first born who is older then her by 2 years

She resembles her mother a lot she has her eyes, hair, personality and dresses like her mother since she just loves the siodonna clothing

[and I imagine them more comfy then royal clothes]

Not mine :D but how I imagine her

She and Lucas love to tease one another, and Y/N is a huge savage but also can be a simp, but not a annoying one more one who randomly makes him compliments and boosts his ego

For example:

Athy Y/N Lucas

“Lucas has such a huge ego” “yeah but- I mean he Is a 10/10 he’s ridiculously handsome and he knows it 🤭”

“For you Lucas” hands him a suit “why?” “Cuz you would look hot in it 😗”

Everyone just doing their own things “You’re so Handsome Lucas” ‘smirk’

She has good manners but she is rather bold with her close friends and family in privat

Tiny example

Public: Sister, Father, Mother

Privat: Athy, Dad, Mom

She’s also reincarnated she was an orphan and died at the age of 15 because of a sickness.. she wasn’t poor like Athys past life she even had a phone and was really into social media so she would sometimes confuse everyone [mostly Lucas] with her art of talking 💀

Another example 💀

“Bro take that back-“ “imma just act like I didn’t hear that crap” “tf you doing Lucas?” “On my momma I don’t do these kind of things”

[idk why I wrote so much 😭 you can ignore some of it especially the last part… I Just never saw this kind of reader and thought it would be funny]

Flashback

“How did I get into this?” Mumbled Lucas, who was being dressed up in Sidonian clothing by none other than the infamous firstborn princess.

His face flushed red as he saw Y/n smiling up at him holding a necklace he had once given her.

“Help me,” Y/n muttered, moving her dazzling gold hair to the side as Lucas hooked her necklace.

He was so in love with her, never in his entire life had he ever thought that he would fall in love with a human, but this girl stood out to him, she was a dianhong rose next to all these weeds.

She made him feel things he never felt before,

Perhaps he would have to steal her away from Athanasia and her overprotective father

Reality

“Y/n… are you in love with Lucas?” Exclaimed Athanasia happily, making a loud ‘clunk’ as she places her teacup on her saucer roughly. 

She knew Lucas was in love with her and she intended to find out if her sister liked him back, she knew from her past lives that Lucas was perfect for her. He had burned down empires to earn her love and destroyed anyone who dared get in their way.

Both princesses were in Y/n’s personal Rhodonite palace, gifted to her on her sixteenth birthday by the emperor himself.

“Oh, Athy, love is love, and I suppose i’m madly in love with that beautiful magician,” Explained Y/n, sighing dreamily, a smile gracing her plump lips.

Athanasia lit up as she smiled at a tree.

Why was Athanasia smiling at a tree?

“Athy, baby, have you finally lost it?” inquired Y/n

Only to see the tree form into a human-like creature, with black hair and blood ruby eyes

Lucas

Oh, so he must know. That's alright.

Lucas wandered over to Y/n

“How rude of you to spy on us. Perhaps I should not talk to you for some time since you dared to disrespect my privacy, hmm?” Y/n turned to look at Lucas, anger flashed in her rose eyes, her face showed a strained smile.

He threw his hands up as if meaning to surrender to his darling and slipped himself next to her on her golden rimmed and red tufted chair. He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his head on the crook of her neck.

“*sigh* Princess please forgive your handsome magician,” Lucas teased

Athanasia huffed, was Lucas always so full of himself? That magician made her blood boil at times. Athanasia excused herself and left.

“Looks like your ‘handsomeness’ has driven my baby Athy away,” Now it was Y/n’s turn to tease

“I’m an acquired taste princess, only ladies with class love me,” Lucas smirked slyly

“Then I must be the classiest of them all,” Y/n shamelessly flirted as she flicked Lucas’s forehead.

Any hatred in her eyes had now become love, there truly is a thin line between love and hate

Lucas is a walking threat, a menace to the world. If he wants to burn down an empire no one can stop him yet he happily lets Y/n hit him without bothering to stop her.

Lucas may be the strongest but Y/n will always win against him.

Today, the pair were wearing matching outfits as Y/n insisted on it.

Lucas wore a white button up with most of his buttons open, a navy blue blazer with a gold encrusted peacock pattern and a thick fleece coat tied around his shoulders with a chain of gold and sapphire, while Y/n wore a navy blue tube top with a design akin to that of Lucas’s and a gold ankle length skirt with navy blue ruffles.

The couple looked stunning, however the evening wind was frigid and Lucas could distinguish that his beloved was shivering

He slipped his cloak off and wrapped it around both of their shoulders.

“Lucas, your supposed to give me the entire cloak,” Y/n sighed shivering slightly

“I’m cold too princess!” Lucas whined as he cuddled closer to Y/n wrapping the cloak tighter around the both of them. The thick fleece felt heavenly against Y/n’s bare shoulders, neckline and back. It started to get darker but both Y/n and Lucas felt too comfortable to move, Y/n placed her head on Lucas’s neck while he placed his head on top of hers.

Lucas brushed through her hair with his fingers and braided it carefully, he slipped in a few roses in her hair as he braided them. He would be soft, only for her

Y/n may be a princess to the kingdom but she was the queen of his heart, he gave a lovesick smile as he watched the moon illuminate onto Y/n making her sparkle like a goddess.

He always associated himself with the moon, he was the moon and Y/n was his sun. He needed her to bring out the best in him and feel complete. Something about watching the moon shining  on her face made him feel content.

“Hey…Y/n?” He asked, his face beet red

“Yes?” she asked unable to see his face because of the position she was in

He lifted his head of hers and pulled her jaw closer to his

And pressed his lips onto hers, twirling the necklace he had given her in his fingers.

After a blissful minute the two parted, Lucas looked away embarrassed and Y/n blushed lightly

“I can tell you have never kissed a girl before,” giggled Y/n, Lucas was a bad kisser but she still liked it.

“And you have?” Lucas asked, his voice low and dangerous

“Yes, Ijekeil,” Y/n teased

“He kisses very well,” She continued

Lucas’s face expression changed to that of a kicked puppy, he turned away from Y/n.

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, I love you more than everyone except Athy,” Y/n traced apologies on Lucas’s hand with her finger.

Lucas turned around and embraced her tightly

“Never joke about something like that again,” He spoke sharply, hurt laced his voice

“I won’t my love, don’t leave, I want to stay with you for the rest of the night,” She smiled sweetly pointing to the stars

“Lucas, love me for eternity,” She kissed his cheek.

“Forever and always, my violent princess,” He grinned

#lucas wmmap x reader #lucas wmmap #lucas #athy #athanasia wmmap #athanasia de alger obelia #wmmap #claude de alger obelia #lucas x reader #ijekeil #ijekiel x reader #lucas x reader x ijekiel

[campoverlook-if]

Hello there!

I'm wondering, and I know it would be a bit of extra work, but could you maybe put in a color palette on the description of the characters?

I always have a hard time imagine skin and hair colors and Google often shows different shades etc...

I'd like to doodle some of the characters at some point and while I might not even publish these, I want to be as true as possible. While I could potentially use artistic freedom for hair colors and do with different shades etc, I won't do that for skin colors so a color palettes could be my best bet.

I of course would understand if that's too much work, in that case I apologize in advance!

So I’ve been thinking a lot about this question for the past few days (which is why it’s taken me so long to answer 😅).

I’ve debated a lot about what you’re talking about, basically creating a vision board for my characters, and I honestly don’t think I can do it.

It’s not even that it would be hard, but I’m just not the type of person to go about creating things like that. I’m not as creative as I like to think I am 🙃.

BUT I did decide to try and see if I can find a character creator to give a base look of all the counselors. I stumbled upon Picrew and I’m going to update all the intro posts with these photos to give folks a base line on how the counselors look.

While there are a few things I wish I could change (mostly clothing) I’m very happy with them overall.

BUT PART 2, I also notice that you specifically ask about the color palette. That’s something that I actually never really thought about, I think that would actually be easier for me to do but it would be something I’d have to think about. When I think about most of the counselors I just think of a mix of blacks, whites, greens and browns. So that’s probably something for me to think about.

(Also while making these, I realized that most of the counselors have brown hair. I played myself forgetting about that cause I was POSITIVE four of them had black hair. Nope. 7 browns, 3 blondes, 2 black, and 1 ginger.)

So here below we have: Ruby, Ezra, Claire, Asher, Silas, and Lucas.

#camp overlook #asks #hosted games #character intros #picrew #makowka picrew #makowka #interactive fiction

[coeluvr]

all right, then! what do the buns look like? are they hybrids, or full-on animals?? what is Asha to bunny!Fadiya???

My bunny au is literally full on animal bunnies because if they're hybrids I think it would be weird with the whole adoption thing. So pets!

They would look pretty similar to how they look now because regular colors are boring.

Fadiya

She would have soft, fluffy fur that's a vibrant shade of ruby red and amber eyes. Her ears would be long and perky, twitching with curiosity as she explores her surroundings.

She would be a lively and talkative bunny, hopping around with energy and exuding a sense of joy. I think she'd be quite protective of MC, I imagined MC and Vincent adopting a bunny!Fadiya only for her to hate him and had a laugh.

I think in this AU our Asha would be a toy frog that Fadiya had even before getting adopted.

Helios

He would have snowy white fur and pale blue eyes that sparkle with warmth.

At the beginning, Helios might maintain a slight distance, however, as time goes on and trust is built, he would gradually warm up to MC, allowing his friendly and affectionate side to shine through. He would always want to be close to MC as well.

Hunter

They would have sleek black fur, deep blue eyes, and their bunny ears would stand tall and curious.

They would eagerly participate in games, eagerly seeking out toys and treats, and engaging in playful interactions. Their energy runs out pretty fast so they need lots of naps during the day.

They wouldn't really be clingy, instead they'd want to spend some time alone doing whatever bunnies do.

Soarine

Soarine would have soft and fluffy fur in a beautiful shade of light green with mint eyes that exude mystery and intrigue.

She would hop and bound with agile grace, her movements exuding a sense of energy and liveliness. She would be curious, poking her nose into everything and keeping you entertained with her antics.

If MC thinks they picked her then they're wrong, she definitely picked them the moment they stepped into the adoption center.

Vincent

He would have a soft and velvety fur coat in a rich shade of brown, mimicking the wavy texture of his hair. With deep green eyes that hold a hint of wariness, Vincent would exhibit a cautious yet observant gaze.

He would maintain a certain distance initially, keeping to himself and carefully assessing his surroundings and wondering why MC adopted him out of all the other more friendly bunnies. Once he warms up to MC, he would become glued to them. His presence would provide a sense of comfort, knowing that he is always there by their side.

#coe answers #bunny au #sugarplumskies

[inspired-by-the-music]

Sudden Rain, Chapter 5

Kyungsoo's POV

I woke up to my worst nightmare. 

Chanyeol pounded on my door. When I opened it, he hissed, “There’s a woman downstairs claiming to be your wife. Grandmother and Ms. Oh have cornered her into a conversation, but she’s hell bent on coming up here.”

“What?” I croaked. My stomach dropped and knotted. 

Chanyeol smacked the back of my head. “When were you going to tell somebody that you were married? I wouldn’t have nudged you toward my sister if I had known that!”

“Don’t hit me again.” I glared at Chanyeol as I rubbed the back of my head. “Soo-Ah is my ex-wife. We’ve been divorced for over a year, so I don’t know where she gets the nerve to call herself my wife. I don’t know how or why she came here.”

“She’s determined to speak to you,” Chanyeol said. “Do you want me to tell her to get lost?” 

It was a tempting offer, but I shook my head. “She won’t listen to you. It’s better to get this—whatever this is—over with. Give me fifteen minutes to change out of my pajamas and send her up here.” 

Chanyeol blinked at me. “Are you sure?”

I drew a deep breath and forced myself to nod. 

Of course, I couldn’t think of anything worse than speaking to Soo-Ah. It would have been better to see her anywhere else, I decided. It would have been better to see her anywhere other than the inn. It would have been better still for her to forget about me. 

I changed into the clothes I had worn on my first day at the inn. They weren’t rain-soaked anymore. Ms. Park had taken the time to wash and dry them. The shirt shrank a bit. The sleeves didn’t quite reach my wrists anymore, so I took the time to roll my sleeves. I had never been good at that.

Soo-Ah knocked on the door. Her black hair was pulled high into a ponytail. She wore a black dress. “Hello, Kyungsoo,” she said, flashing me a ruby red smile. “How are you?”

I blinked at her. “You can’t possible expect me to exchange pleasantries with you.” Her smile fell, and I continued, “What are you doing here?” I motioned for her to come inside so we could keep our conversation private. 

She stubbornly filled the doorway. Loudly, she said, “Junmyeon sent me. He said that you were ready to work things out.”

“He—what?” I wheezed. Junmyeon had always been meddlesome, but he had never orchestrated something so terrible. I braced myself against my desk and said, “I’ve told you a million times. There’s nothing to work out. I’m sorry if Junmyeon misled you, but I don’t need—I don’t want to cling to the past.” 

“Then don’t.” Soo-Ah sighed and said, “Let’s try something new. I—I know that I was cruel to you, Kyungsoo. I know I broke your heart. I’ve changed a lot in our year apart, though. I’ve missed you more than I thought was possible. The person I am now—I would never hurt you again.” 

I couldn’t believe a word she said, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to. In the days after I learned about her other lover, I imagined her saying those exact words to me. Now that she was saying them to me, her voice sounded hollow like an echo. 

“I’ve changed a lot too.” I forced myself to meet her eyes as I said, “You did break my heart, and I put it back together without you. I hope you’re right. I hope you have changed for the better, but not for my sake. I can never love you again.”

Soo-Ah glared at me and slammed the door. She asked, “Did you really have to say that with the door open?” 

I said, “I’m sorry,” and I meant it. After everything she put me through, I still hated to see Soo-Ah cry. Even if her tears were insincere, I hated to see them. 

“Fine.” She wiped at her eyes. “Junmyeon told me not to leave without you. He said that you’ve been refusing to leave for your book tour. The agency told him that if you don’t get back on schedule, they’ll sever ties with both of you.” 

“I haven’t been refusing to leave,” I argued. “The rain—”

I gestured to the window and noticed that, for the first time since my arrival, the sun shone through the curtains. The storm had passed. As suddenly as the rain started, it ended. Although I knew the day would come, I couldn’t quite believe it had come so soon. 

“The weather’s fine,” Soo-Ah said flippantly. “Our flight leaves in two and half ours. I’ll just see to it that you get where you’re supposed to go, and then I’ll be out of your hair.” 

I gasped. Two and a half hours? Of course, I had always known that it would be better to leave sooner rather than later. Over the days and nights, I must have convinced myself that I could make an eternity out of seven days at the inn. I must have believed that I could make an eternity out of seven days with Eunbi. Now that they were abruptly at a close, I realized how far from an eternity our seven days were. 

“We should probably leave soon,” Soo-Ah said, “unless you want that old woman to charge you for another night.”

I would have glared at her if I hadn’t been paralyzed by the realization that I was at a crossroads. I could leave with Soo-Ah, fullfill my obligations to Junmyeon and everyone at the agency, and continue living life as it had been. Or, I could tell Soo-Ah to leave without me, abandon by obligations to Junmyeon and everyone at the agency, and spend another day or week or forever at the inn to live life as it could be. 

When I stood in Eunbi’s open doorway, I was struck by the stark contrast between what I should do and what I wanted to do. The block of ice in my chest crumbled when Eunbi broke the silence. 

“It doesn’t really have to be goodbye.” Her voice was softer when she didn’t have to yell over the rain. She smiled at me. “You can come back. I’ll always be here.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I wrapped my arms around her. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t want to leave Eunbi with that image of me. I told her, “I meant everything I said. Name a date, and I’ll meet you for our Roman holiday.” 

She embraced me and promised, “I meant everything I said too.” She pressed something into my hand. “It’s my travel list. I don’t want you to forget our travel plans.”

I didn’t need Eunbi’s list. I wouldn’t forget anything about her for as long as I lived. 

When I finally let her go, she asked, “Do you want me to roll your sleeves for you?” I nodded, so she did. 

When she finished, I said, “Thank you.” 

I told myself that I could be happy if those were the final words we shared. I almost believed myself completely.

#exo angst #exo fluff #exo fic #exo fanfic #kyungsoo angst #kyungsoo fluff #kyungsoo fic #kyungsoo fanfic #exo imagines #kyungsoo imagines #exo scenarios #kyungsoo scenarios #kpop fic #kpop angst #series: sudden rain

[daisysolovely]

Aemma Targaryen 3

A ruby eye

Hiiii, first of all, thank you for all the support you had shown to the last two parts. it gave me a lot of motivation to continue writing ;)). Secondly, this part happened shortly after Losing an eye and it will feature more of Aemond. I am not very happy with it, ngl as I've had a lot of things going on right now so I might not be in my best condition to write. But I simply feel the need to write this down. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this XD and have a nice day

Summary: A surprise gift from the eldest prince, Aegon II.

The Aemma's series: Losing an eye, Aemma's dragon, A Pawn, A Proposal

P/s: I am not a native English speaker so pls forgive me if there are any linguistic mistakes. Secondly, I am an inexperienced writer so I'll very much appreciate it if you could leave your feedback in the comment section ( your thoughts, opinions,...) You can also send your feedback via the ask me section if you wish to remain anonymous. Thank you, XD But you also don't have to... if you don't want, I mean. Another p/s: I'm sorry in advance that I am now unable to reply to your comments as my account has some kind of a glitch :( I'll reply to all of your comments as soon as I could, I've already contacted Tumblr so finger-crossed.

The event of Aemma losing her eye stirred a sensation in the court. Everyone seemed to make it their business, whispering to each other the unsavoury thing about the cursed princess. But when Aemond decided to take his eye out, everyone was scandalised. 

Strangely enough, all fingers were pointed toward the princess rather than the prince. Aemma couldn’t forget the mumblings she would hear whenever she passed by someone. The maids were seemingly afraid to be in her presence. 

The cursed princess was now a monster in the court’s eyes. 

Aemma could hardly recall a peaceful day in her life after her loss. She was constantly on guard, always wary to be in someone’s presence. And she felt as if she could only rely on her family. While she had that feeling before, the princess never truly felt so lonely in her life. 

But there was also a few good thing came out of that event. The king had appointed a new knight for her, Ser Andarien Musgood. Bless him, as the man was a gentle soul, only assisted when needed and the princess almost didn’t notice him most of the time. Unlike her previous knight, Ser Andarien treated her like she was normal without any impairment and allowed her the freedom she wished. So, you can often find the princess walking on her own, a knight at a respectful distance. In addition, Aemma had made friends with a new maid who got transferred to serve her after the other maids showed their reluctance around the cursed princess. 

Patiently embroidering a handkerchief, Aemma listened to the maid while slowly following her instruction. So far, according to the maid, Aemma had finished one-third of the handkerchief, a big accomplishment for the young princess, especially considering she had never embroidered before and couldn’t see. The princess wasn’t sure if it was decent and could only place her confidence in her maid who assured Aemma that her handkerchief was beautiful. 

“Do you think my brother will like it?” Asked Aemma as she felt the stitch of the embroidery, trying to imagine it in her mind. She had asked her maid to pick out a black handkerchief and then decided to embroider their family’s sigil on it. The sigil was a challenge, even for those who could see. But Aemma had proven that she was as stubborn as her family, determined to finish it all by herself. 

Before the maid could answer, another voice interrupted her. “Like what, sister?” Questioned Aegon as he made his presence noticed, his voice had its usual slur from all the wine he had consumed that day. Yet, his posture was oddly steady as he paced toward his sister who sat near the fireplace. “I haven’t seen you for days, dear sister.” He stated. 

Chuckling, Aemma set her work aside, handing it to her maid who put it away before leaving the room for the two. Only when the cursed princess sensed the privacy that she begin to respond to her brother’s question. “I think, we are both aware of who’s the absence one.” She said softly, perfectly dodging his first question. 

“If you must know, I have a matter to attend to.” The prince announced, but they knew he couldn’t fool Aemma. She might be blind, but she wasn’t stupid. “But in all seriousness, sister, you haven’t been out of your chamber recently.” Concern laced in his voice as the boy sat down on the ground, his head resting on Aemma’s lap as the princess let out a sigh, her hand automatically playing with his silver lock. 

Aemma contemplated telling her brother the truth as she averted her focus on the texture of his long curls. Aegon’s hair was different from Aemond's and her uncle Daemond's and even more compared to her two sisters. His had a curlier end and seemed wilder, untameable like its owner. Aemma loved its texture, however, and could play with Aegon’s hair for hours as it felt funny on her fingertips. Additionally, the second princess had taken notice of how at ease Aegon’s body seemed to be whenever she caressed his hair. The princess took it as a sign that her brother perhaps enjoyed this as much as she. 

“I want to be alone for a while, Aegon. It’s nothing.” 

“Even away from me?” The prince questioned in disbelief. Ever since they were little, Aemma had been unseparated from Aegon as the prince was practically her tail. Honestly, she was grateful for him, but with the recent event and the court’s reaction, Aemma needed time for herself. “You wish not to see me?” 

“Of course not, an impertinent accusation you’re making, Aegon.” Scolded Aemma lightly as her lips pressed into a thin line. “I just need time to digest my new… appearance, that’s all.” 

“Did someone say something?” Aegon looked up from Aemma’s lap, pausing the princess’s movement. 

“People talk, naturally. That’s how life at Red Keep is, they talk, and you ignore them” She muttered. 

“I’ll take their tongue out.” The prince snarled. His eyes went red as the thought of a low life dared to insult his sweet sister. And for what? She was perfect!

The princess huffed, annoyed by his cruel remark. “Then you would have quite a busy day ahead of you, brother.” For a moment, she let her bitterness slip past her usual calmness. “That would include your grandsire as well, I’m afraid.” 

Aegon’s eyes widened before he frowned. His sharp jaws clenched tightly. Otto was a touchy subject for him and the prince could understand his sister’s intolerance for that man. But he wished not to include the man in his conversation with Aemma, the only thing Otto hadn’t had any control over. 

Therefore, the conversation was left unspoken as Aegon silently reached for his sister’s hand. The prince squeezed her hand, sending a silent assurance toward his sister. 

The princess was glad he left the topic where it was as she was growing rather uncomfortable. Pressing her lips into a thin line, she squeezed his hand back, sending the same message back to her brother. 

The two sat in complete silence for what felt like hours, enjoying the rare moment of calmness as there was only the sound of the fireplace and soft wind from the window. However, Aemma’s instinct pulled her away from the peace as she cleared her throat. The princess squeezed her brother’s hand again, catching his attention. Once the cursed princess was certain his focus was now back on her, she said “I’m not a fool, Aegon. I know where you ‘attend your matter’ and that your drinking has got significantly worse.”

Aegon frowned, how on the seven hells did his sister know what a pleasure house was? “I might not understand your desire to visit such a place, it concerned me if I must admit.” She admitted wholeheartedly. Aemma didn’t know what activities occurred in that place, but she had a feeling that it wasn’t any good. Yet, Aegon seemed to frequent the place a lot. 

“I won’t visit that place anymore if that’s what you wish, mandia.” sister. Said Aegon sincerely. Whores, lust and wines could never compare to his sister who provided him with the ultimate pleasure without knowing every day. He would quit everything in an instant if that was what it took to please Aemma. It would be worth it as nothing but Aemma mattered to the prince. 

That doesn’t mean that it wouldn’t be a challenge for Aegon to stop his playboy life.

“Just promise me you’ll be safe.” 

“I will.” Said Aegon and that was probably the only promise the prince kept for the rest of his life. 

—----------

Aemond listened attentively as Aemma told him about her latest trip to the garden with Heleana and all the bugs Heleana had described. The young prince bathed in the peaceful comfort she somehow managed to provide him despite all the events in their life. He stared at her face, trying to shake away the dizziness he would feel from time to time due to his lost eye. The prince had still adjusted to the lack of vision in his right eye. 

His gaze fell under the nasty scar that occurred on Aemma’s right eye, the swell wasn’t as intense as the first few days but it was a frightened look on a lady’s face. The corner of his lips turned downward the longer his eye rested on the scar. He wondered how Aemma managed to appear so lively as he still struggled to accept his appearance and he was the one who commited the act. Meanwhile, Aemma had lost her eye against her will and still had the same positive attitude. Aemond had lost count of the number of mirrors he destroyed every time he caught a glimpse of himself. 

She was truly an angel, the boy admired. 

Aemma stopped her tale upon the silence of her company dawned on her. Smiling, she asked gently. “A penny for your thought, lēkia” brother

Aemond bit his bottom lip lightly as his heart raced quickly. He wasn’t the type to share his feeling even as a child for every time he did, he was made fun of by his brother and nephews. But Aemma would never do that to him, the prince reassured himself, she wasn’t like them. She would never and could never do anything wrong. 

Since the moment Aemma pushed him, the cursed princess had become a goddess in his heart and evidently, his goddess could never hurt him. Thus, he swallowed hard and gathered his courage. “Don’t you feel frustrated?” Asked the prince and surprised the princess. 

Aemma flipped her head to Aemond’s side, and her silver hair swayed under the sunlight. “For what, darling?” 

“You lost an eye unwillingly and now you are surrounded by these horrendous rumours.” 

“Ah, that.” Aemma cleared her throat as she shifted her posture lightly. “Father had solved it already though.” The king had, indeed, taken matters into his hand, threatening those who dare speak ill of his beloved daughter will face the sharp blade of the Dark sister. The rumours had since died down. “And I think a normal person would unlikely want to lose their eye under a normal circumstance.” She laughed softly. 

“But admittedly, yes, I am frustrated. But before you blame yourself, I am not frustrated by my lost eye, I could hardly feel the loss and the struggle of it.” Aemma’s hand reached out habitually and a hand was placed in hers. With a smile, she squeezed it gently. “I am furious that I am too weak to defend myself and at the court. Never you, Aemond for you do not fault this matter.” 

“I claimed Vhagar, thus causing this.” Said the boy. 

“You did, but that’s a bit complicated, isn’t it? I used to be like you before, you know until uncle Daemon flew me to Dragonstone and I met Vermithor.” The princess smiled at the fonded memory she had with the Rogue prince. “I couldn’t blame you as I understand the oppression this family had for those who have yet to claim a dragon. Not all of us were blessed with a dragon since birth.” She squeezed his hand one more. “So no, I am not mad at you.” 

“Are you worried, Aemond?” Aemma tilted her head slightly. 

Aemond nodded, then answered her question. “I look hideous.” The boy went to put his palm over his mouth once the realisation of his words dawned on him. Yet, Aemma only shook it off, taking no offence to his words. She couldn’t see but she was certain if she could, she would have the same feeling. Besides, he was young and feeling insecure was a natural thing at that age, thought the princess as she could recall all the shame and insecurity she faced every day. 

“Well, take this with a pinch of salt. But appearance doesn’t matter. It never will be, brother. Your action will be the thing that determines your success and how others treat you.” Aemma would know that well. At a fairly young age, she had learned to read people through their actions only as appearance wasn't something she could judge. And the cursed princess supposed it was a great lesson as you should never judge a book by its cover. 

Like her family and its glory… who knew it was so rotten underneath?

Hearing the silence from Aemond, Aemma sighed as she continued. “Trust me, I of all people would know this best. And besides, you could always make the ladies swoon with your swordsmanship. I have heard promise thing from Ser Criston.” 

A blush appeared on Aemond’s cheeks as the boy shyly traced a line on Aemma’s fingers. “You think so?” 

“Yes, I believe so, keep on practising. Maybe one day, you will be the next Rogue prince.” Jested the princess as a sweet laugh escaped her pouty lips. But Aemma knew that would be unlikely for her shy Aemond could never be ruthless like her uncle. Little did she know, Aemond took the jest very seriously. 

But the conversation was cut short as Aegon, like the drama prince he was, made his presence known. Upon seeing his brother, Aemond immediately pull his hand away from Aemma, knowing how displeased Aegon could get when someone touched their sister. And he used to be interrupted whenever he stay alone with Aemma, but the one-eye prince barely reacted. 

“You’re causing a scene again, aren’t you?” Aemma giggled softly, knowing who the intruder was the moment she heard the loud noise of pacing and clearing his throat. 

Aegon laughed and Aemond found his brother oddly smiley today. The boy changed his posture, getting his guard on. 

“I’m just happy to see my brother and sister bonding so well.” Said the eldest prince as he emphasised the word bonding while giving his brother a sneer. 

“You should join us then, I was talking about a new bug Heleana had shown me this morning. It was such a tiny creature, Aegon.” The princess didn’t see the exchange between the two brothers as she gushed over the creature Heleana had given to her. Sadly, Aemma couldn’t recall its name and had mentally noted to ask her sister for it later on. She wished Heleana could join her as well now that her two brothers were here. She was sure her sister would be thrilled to have more than the cursed princess’s boring company. 

“I would love to join you, sister. But I have something I wish you to have.” Aegon said as he practically shoved himself in between Aemond and Aemma, causing the one-eye prince to fall from the bench. But the eldest prince didn’t even flinch, finding his brother rather pathetic. Claiming the biggest dragon couldn’t even help you stronger, apparently…. 

Hearing the loud thud stirred Aemma as she flinched, gripping the hand of the person next to her, Aegon who smiled from ear to ear. “Aegon? Where is Aemond?” Confusion dawned on the cursed princess’s face. 

“Oh, he just fell over.” 

Aemma frowned and scooped over to the middle of the bench as she pat the empty spot on her left. “Come, Aemond, sit here.” She had a feeling that Aemond didn’t just fall as the boy wasn’t clumsy by nature. 

“Aemma.” Whined Aegon once he realised his sister’s focus was lying solely on Aemond who was cooed by the said princess as she checked for any injury on his body. 

“I’m sorry, what is it, love?” The princess turned her head to Aegon’s side, using the endearing term she knew he always loved. For some reason, Aegon had always been fonded of endearing terms that were often associated with lovers. Aemma never questioned it, however, as she found no problem in using the term. 

A content smile blossomed on Aegon’s face as he gave his brother a smirk over Aemma’s shoulder. Quickly, he took a round object from the bag he had on him previously and proudly presented it to Aemma. The prince gently placed the object on his sister’s hand and watched with pride as she tried to figure out its identity. 

Aemma was stunned by how cold the object felt and its roundness as well. She thought it was a toy at first due to its shape but the texture didn’t feel right on her hand. As her fingers traced the shape of the object, it was oddly smooth. Curious and impatient, Aemma finally pestered Aegon to tell her what it was and the prince was enjoying the attention he got a bit too much. 

“It’s a ruby.” Said Aegon. “My mother gave it to me when I was younger and… with the recent event, I thought perhaps you would need some replacement for your eye.” Explained the prince. “And ruby seems worthy enough to be that replacement.” As you’re as precious as it is, those were words he left unsaid. 

“Oh, you don’t have to…” Aemma was speechless. In reality, she had never thought about using gemstone to replace her eye for she never really need one. But the idea didn’t seem bad, she contemplated. Aemma disliked eyepatch as she struggled to put it on herself and sevens hells knew she had tried a lot. So perhaps a shiny little stone would help distract people from her scar. She had to applaud Aegon for the genius idea and for the precious gift. Now her handkerchief was paled in compairision… 

“It was no trouble at all.” The eldest prince waved off, your happiness is what matter. “So, would you consider the idea at least? I choose red so you can match our house’ colour.” 

Orginally, Aegon wished to pick an Emerald stone for her. But the idea disturbed him for he didn’t not want his sister to be involved with the Hightower and end up miserable like he was. So the prince decided to avoid the colour he wore daily the most and choose red instead. Beside, it was fitting for her, a Targaryen and the rider of one of the largest dragons - Vermithor. Red suited her best, he always found so. 

Smiling, Aemma pulled Aegon into a bear hug as no words could show the appreciation of her for the efforts he pulled into this. Aegon wasn’t the most affection person and certainly wasn’t someone with a heart of gold. So she was thankful he would do this for her even though the idea of replacing her lost eye with a gemstone was a touch extravagant. 

Aegon buried his nose on the hook of Aemma’s shoulder, enjoying the embrace. Closing his eyes, the prince hoped this moment would never past by. Truthfully, he loved the feeling of getting praised or be appreciated by the cursed princess. It fueled his pride knowing only him capable enough to fulfil her happiness. And he was proud of himself as well, he had solved her problem, didn’t he? Now she need not to care about those stupid sheeps’s opinion and could focus her energy on him instead. 

Sitting beside Aemma, the one-eye prince clenched his fist tightly as he gazed sharply at his brother who was in the arm of Aemma at the moment. All he saw was green and as he swallowed, all he tasted was bitterness. It was always about him, that thunder stealer. Aemond was glad they shared something in common, her and him. But Aegon had to ruin everything. Sure, he would never stand at the same level as Aemma for she was a goddess and he was simply an unworthy follower. Yet, Aemma’s confession showed his hope that perhaps, he could touch her. Now,... as he watched the maester put the ruby in Aemma’s eyesocket, she was so close yet so far… like how he always saw her… untouchable. 

@yor72

#aemond fanfiction #aemma targaryen #aemond x reader #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen fanfic #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #house targaryen #idk what im doing #idk what else to put in the tags

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

GOOOOOODDDD ISTG I HAD THE SAME EXACT THING IN MIND cuz like i love cats ok they r the sweetest most pure creatures on earth and they r my favs EVER but i also love dogs right but when it comes to MY men i love it when they r more of a cat person cuz i just feel like that says a lot about them and their personality????? IDK so in my head i feel like outside he’d be more of a dog person cuz he’d be like yah they r more loyal blah blah all those things that dog people say bUT!!!!! the moment he is in contact with cats i feel like he would M E L T inside like he’d automatically have a huge soft spot for cats and i can’t help but imagine him as such an amazing cat dad 🥹🥹🥹🥹 also this is way too specific but i feel like he’d have a black cat with green eyes and maybe a missing ear ???? (don’t ask about the missing ear ok it’s just that i have this VIVID image of him sitting on his couch watching tv with his sweats on and that tiny black cat laying on his lap ✋🏻😔) and his cat would be so chill and cautious but once he’s comfortable he’s super clingy and lovey (JUST LIKE TAN!!!!!!!)

also SOOOO TRUEEEEE his cat would def be either from lem or even his girl??? idk but maybe lem would have an orange cat (he gives me orange cat vibes) and his girl she def would either have a ragdoll (i’m def projecting sm rn but we r gonna ignore that 👁️) or some sort of super fluffy cat

love u bestie and hope u get cat cuddles cuz u deserve them <33333

- 🍪

ARE YOU SHITTING ME??? LITERALLY EVERYTHING YOU SAID I WAS THINKING TOO. you literally said everything else I was thinking that I didn’t write!!!!??? WE ARE SHARING A BRAINWAVE MY FRIEND

and exactly!!!? says SOSOmuch about their personality and how they treat you and others!!! he would melt and so would I if he had a cat

DUDE AGAIN WTF!!! when I said I can’t decide what cat, it was a toss up between a black cat and a ragdoll!!!??? to melt us both even more, imagine if it was an adopted black cat and no one wanted it bc it’s been in fights (hence missing/ cut ear) and he just snatches it right up. ive always wanted a black cat with green eyes and I can call her jade or ruby

OMG IM ARFFGHHV🫠 dying thinking about his cat napping on his lap. it would have a soft spot tan, and tan would have a soft spot for it. so in love with the idea of the cat being an animal version of him

AAAAAHHHH YES I WAS THINKING GINGER CAT FOR LEM TOO!!!! this is actually crazy, bc the more I read the crazier it gets, bc guess what……. have a ragdoll too🤭

it’s like you’re inside my brain, it’s actually mad

love u angel!! unfortunately I don’t get cuddles until morning bc he’s sleeping in his basket rn, but I hope the same for you lovie💓💓 hope you’re well <33333

#ask #🍪 #tangerine #tangerine headcanon

[stinkyhyena9000]

Literally me today

[everything here is hc btw]

So basically on my walk home today, I had a very vivid idea of Clay and Boudreaux's band. Three Day's Grace's "I Hate Everything About You" perfectly shows off my voice HC for how young Clay sounded, as well as their band's overall sound.

Other bands that also work are the Foo Fighters, Taking Back Sundays, and Sleeping With Sirens. (Yes these are all popular emo/rock bands ik)

At the time, Clay was also dyeing his mane and tail black, or atleast the small bit of hair he could call his mane. He was already a good ~5years on testerone, but his mane was taking a long while to grow in, which is why he takes such good care of it and takes a lot of pride in it now. Also he no longer dyes his mane black now, but he still does dye his tail, as a fun little memory of the past.

Oh yeah did I also mention I'm putting my trans Clay headcanon in this? Yeah.

Anyways his band "Crimson Car Fire" advertised themselves a bit as a couple of hotties. Clay was into the idea too, even though he's definitely demi. He even went far enough to wear a fishnet tank with nothing under it to most of their shows.

He was terrified at first to try this though, since had much more recently gotten top surgery. Yes, we're back to that headcanon. Anyways, he was worried because his scars would show through his fishnet tank. Luckily (mostly) everyone was supportive, so he kept sporting it!

What else he would wear is some black cargo pants, with some chains. He also had some black leather fingerless gloves of course, black leather boots, and for necklaces he had a cross necklace and a necklace of his first guitar pic from his (late) father. He still wears these to do this day.

If he's not wearing only his fishnet tank, he's always wearing some tshirt from bands he went to concerts for. He also wears these to this day, and Ash and Johnny likes to refer to them as vintage. Although correct, Clay always insists that they're not vintage! (they definitely are).

Oh yeah back to the band. Clay is the main singer and playing some bass, with Boudreux (peacock) being the main guitarist, ane Julie (finch) fronting the drums and sometimes vocals. They're actually from the Sing equivalent of New Orleans (They did move to Calatonia and play most of their shows there, though).

As you can imagine, Clay was definitely shocked to see Calatonia again when he finally went to live their again with the Moon Crew. And to think they didn't keep a single drive-in movie theatre! (Will get back that with Clay and Ruby dates.)

Speaking of Ruby, she actually met Clay through the band. Was she a fan? No, actually, she though their music was too cheesy. She was just dragged there to one of Clay's bands shows by her friend. Clay may have winked at her and Ruby may have felt that.

The real crushing began outside of the show, though. They bumped into each other and Ruby recognized him from the show. I'll go more into this later, but yeah.

Now I did mention to other band mates, Boudreux and Julie. Boudreux was a hot shot peacock who played guitar, and him and Clay met at the end of highschool. There was a lot of unresolved romantic tension between the two, although it's gone now after they split up. He was definitely jealous when Clay and Ruby started hanging out, but what reason would he have to stop them? Him and Clay were never actually a thing, just a few in-the-moment instances.

(Oh yeah incase it needed to be stated, Clay is demiromantic, demisexual, and bi. Boudreux is a demiboy and flaming homosexual, and Julie liked girl in red. She also had a partner too who always supported her and came to her shows. They were definitely a colorful cast).

Anyways eventually the band split it. Julie had to move out of state to stay with her partner, and there was a little drama between Boudreux and Clay about Ruby.

Cut back to present-day, with Clay living with Rosita back in Calatonia, Clay likes to watch Ash's concerts, since it makes him nostalgic for his band days. (Picture Clay wearing an Ash concert t-shirt btw).

At one of her concert's his eyes actually catch someone familiar among the sea of heads. The impossible, unforgettable plumage of the one and only Boudreux.

Clay catches him after the show. Boudreux is surprised to see him again and gives the big lion an even bigger hug. Despite everything, they're still best friends, and they had a lot of catching up to do. I need you to realize, this is like 30-40 years later.

Boudreaux comments on how they both seemed to have grayed, and Clay can't help but give of a hearty laugh. They apologize for the rough ending back then, and some tears are shed. Boudreux asks about Ruby. "That girl was always at your side, where she at?" Clay is stuck, unable to speak. Lion's caught his tongue.

That's when Ash finally makes it ouside to meet back up with Clay. She notices that familiar grimace, and swiftenes to ask him what's wrong, "and who's this?"

Clay, seeing her daughter, that bright shining star, he gets back together again. He introduces him as an old friend. And then he continues "Boudreux, she's gone now. I'm so sorry."

Boudreux's usual snarky front immediately softens, and he quicky replies "No, no, why are you apologing. Stop crying this isn't your fault" and he begins to tear up, too.

Also yes, Ash is just standing their confused.

After a couple of minutes of silent sobbing, conversation starts back up again.

"Y'know, did you hear about Julie?" Boudreux begins.

"Oh my god, Julie. What happened" Clay responds in a hushed, weak tone, still recovering from the news he just gave.

"She, uhm. She was found somewhere in the upper states. Sam rushed her to the hospital. She uh, passed from a heart attack, I think."

Clay begins to smile a bit, despite the news. "That Sam of her was always there for, wasn't they?" He word out through his waterworks.

"Damn right they were. Perfect couple I'd say," the peacock answers.

Another silence passes.

Ash is on the side of them furiously texting her phone. Clay and Boudreaux forgot about her, actually. Ash is texting Buster and Rosita, saying they're gonna be a while, before putting back down her phone, out of courtesy.

#hoping you dont notice boudreauxs flame motif #would write more but i actually have work lol #definitely went way longer than i anticipated #yes boudreux did get a boyfriend #many actually #not anything healthy tho #also the band trio did smoke #but after clay met ruby he stopped entirely #julie switched to a more healthy alternative (weed) #boudreux still smokes tho #incase you didnt realize #julies partner sam is nonbinary djddjdj #yes i do actually have a cause of death for ruby #and no its not illness #shes just disabled and use different mobility aids #also clay still struggles with blaming himself for rubys death #also by romantic tension earlier #i mean it #like definite romance #of course they're over that now tho #anyways enough rambling i need to get reading for work djdjsjs #clay calloway #ruby calloway #sing ash #sing boudreux #sing julie #sing oc #sing 2 #sing 2021 #mysing

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

A Marauders Wild Child AU

For the ones who hadn't seen Emma Roberts' 2008 movie with this name, then this contains a lot of spoilers. And, if you haven't watched it, I totally recommended it.

The characters would be like this:

Sirius Black as Poppy Moore.

Regulus Black as Molly Moore (the little brother)

James Potter as Josie (the athletic one)

Peter Pettigrew as Drippy (the innocent one)

Remus Lupin as Kate (the smart and kind one)

Severus Snape as Harriet (the stalker villain)

Lily Evans as Freddy (the one everyone has a crush on but is something more)

Plus:

Barty Crouch and Evan Rosier as Snape's cronies.

Marlene and Dorcas as Lily's lesbian friends.

And Dumbledore as Mrs. Kingsley.

So Sirius' rich family lived in California. He was a fifteen year old gay boy that loved fashion and clothing. He was popular and rich back in California and his friend group was mainly composed by "mean superficial girls". Sirius was kind of the gay drama queen that only had girl friends. His best friend was Ruby (who was a total bitch). Sirius had a crush on Rody, a popular boy that apparently was straight but he flirted with Sirius all the time. (But only for his money and power). Sirius always liked to pine about him with Ruby. Not knowing that Ruby was actually seeing him in secret.

It was Regulus who knew that Sirius' little friends were fake. He knew that they only hung out with him for his money and huge house on the beach. Regulus was much more of a loner. He rolled his eyes everytime Ruby hung around because he knew she was a traitor. He had tried to tell his brother, but he didn't believe him.

Sirius was a rebel. His parents Orion and Walburga were always working or traveling and didn't pay their sons much attention. So Sirius always made huge parties, pranks, he got in trouble in school, just to get their attention. Regulus was always the voice of reason, telling Sirius to stop. But Sirius didn't listen. He was a rebel.

So one time, he made a freaking crazy party at their house. Sirius' friends ended up so drunk that the house was practically distroyed.

"You really overdid it, Sirius" Regulus commented the next day "You are gonna get in so much trouble"

The thing was that Orion and Walburga always threathened Sirius with sending him to the UK, to a boarding school. The same one Orion went to, if he didn't behave. But even if they said that everytime, they never ended up doing it. So Sirius didn't worry.

But Orion and Walburga arrived early that weekend, they saw the terrible mess and damage that Sirius had caused. They said that it was the last drop. Sirius was going to Hogwarts: An only boy catholic and conservative boarding school founded in 1855.

Now imagine Sirius arriving to this school, full of boys in their perfect uniforms. But Sirius is using colorful clothes, heart shapped shades, a furred coat, wearing many chains and rings, with his nails red or something.

"You don't understand, Mr. Dumbledore" Orion told him as they arrived "We need a miracle, my son is a true devil"

"I'll see what I can do, Mr. Black"

Of course Sirius was the new kid who caused sensation. Severus Snape was usually the prefect, who was the teacher's pet, especially with Dumbledore, since Snape was obsessed with his niece Lily Evans, who went to a school near by that was only for girls. Snape was also a homophobic, who liked order and he was very annoying, because he was a party pooper, always ruining everyone's fun plans with his cronies: Crouch and Rosier, who always did as he said.

Dumbledore instructed Remus Lupin to give Sirius a tour through the campus. Remus was sweet and nice. But Sirius was an asshole at first, because he hated that school from the start.

"Look, you superficial twat!" Remus told him "I don't have time to hear how your life is so bloody horrible. Minus if you keep insulting me. Good luck finding your dorm... And be careful, it's about to rain"

"Nobody understands what you say, dude. What the fuck is a twat?" Sirius said, as Remus walked away. But since Remus didn't listen, he groaned.

Sirius ended up in the same dorm as Remus, with other two boys: James Potter and Peter Pettigrew, who called themselves: "The Marauders". At first, James, Peter and Remus stared at Sirius as if he was weird. He was raised as an American, he talked differently, and he had other customs.

"I reckon I've never met a gay person, before..." Peter whispered to his friends.

"There are bloody gay people in the UK" Remus whispered back.

"I bet it is more common in America, isn't it?"

"I think his nails are wicked" James commented "I wouldn't do it, but..." he shurgged.

"How many... Do you think he...."

Finally Sirius took his earphones off, irritated.

"May I help you?" he spat "Take a picture. It lasts longer!"

"How many dicks have you sucked?"

"Peter!" Remus protested.

Sirius was silent for a while.

"Well... I kind of lost count..." he said confidently "There's Paul, Carl, Jason, Daniel... Marcus, That guy with the beard I don't remember his name....A college boy named Lucas..."

Peter's mouth was wide opened. Remus raised and eyebrow.

"Blimey fuck!" James exclaimed.

All of them were invented names.

Sirius acted like a rebel, someone who didn't give a shit about anything, someone who would do anything to go back home. But in reality, he was just sad, thinking his parents finally "got rid of him" because they hadn't even called. And Sirius missed Regulus. He missed his friends.

James, Remus and Peter explained the rules and dynamic of that place. Since the place was catholic, they had to pray a lot, and maintain values. They explained their rivalry with Snape, who they called Snivellus. They also explained that both of them were competing for Lily's attention.

"She is the Headmaster's gorgeous, beautiful and sexy niece" James groaned.

"James is obsessed with her" Remus explained, smiling.

"I am in love with her!"

"But she hates his guts" Peter nodded.

They explained how he always did stupid things to get her attention.

Sirius struggled with Hogwarts strict rules, the way he was suppossed to use his uniform, the religion and the homophobia. Snape made his life miserable.

It was until Remus found Sirius crying in the dorm, that he realized Sirius was not that bad. Sirius explained to him that his parents didn't care, and took the first opportunity to get rid of him. He told him how he missed his brother.

"Are you cold?" Remus observed after Sirius hugged himself.

"This country is freaking cold..." he sniffed "California is different..."

Remus snorted "Don't you have nice comfy jumpers?"

Sirius shook his head. So Remus gave him one of his. It was large, comfy, soft and warm. Sirius smiled.

So it became The Marauders' mission to help Sirius get expelled and go back home with Reggie and his friends. In the meantime, they got to know each other. They had fun making little pranks on teachers, students and Snape, who was always trying to give away their plans to Dumbledore but failed. Sirius became part of the lacrosse team, which James was a member of and very passionate about.

Sirius also decided to help James with Lily, because "Nobody deserves to even breathe near Snivuellus. If someone deserves that girl, that is you, Jamie"

They became friends in no time. And in the meantime, Sirius developed a crush on Remus. For Sirius, he was adorable, sweet but at the same time hot, sarcastic and he had many mysteries that SIrius had to discover, like the fact that he loved to smoke. Besides, Sirius found his british accent very sexy. He couldn't avoid feeling butterflies and goosebumps when Remus was around. It is nothing like with Rody. Sirius had lied about messing up with different boys, but in reality, he was a virgin who was falling in love for the first time.

So Sirius asked James for advice.

"What am I suppossed to do if he is so gorgeous?" he asked him one time "Any signs that he swings to the other side?"

"Swings to the other side?"

"That he is into boys..."

"You bloody americas have weird expressions"

"Actually, I understand half of what you british people say"

James grinned "Remus is so mysterious. He had a girlfriend when he was twelve but she broke his heart. But..." James added once Sirius sighed "He used to be very friendly with our last roommate Kingsley, they were both book nerds"

"Shit..." Sirius groaned "I am so into Remus Lupin!"

"What are you whispering about?" Remus asked, once he finished his conversation with Peter.

"Nothing!" Sirius turned bright red.

James grinned.

So that scene in the party arrived. And Sirius helped the boys pick their outfits.

"Nothing boring, like suits and ties" Sirius gagged "I am gonna teach you how to have style..." he grinned "By the end of the night, you're going to impress those girls, boys..."

Althought, he wanted Remus to himself. He hoped no girl would flirt with his man. Even if Remus didn't know he was his man.

The party was with the girls from the other school, including Lily Evans. While Snape tried to impress her with a "Pride & Prejudice" quote (her favorite book), The Marauders stepped inside, looking absolutely faboulous. Perfect colorful outfits that matched their skin tone, eyeliner, black nails, each one with their style. They looked like rockstars.

"This faggot is turning everyone into a faggot" Snape whispered, as Lily and her friends Marlene and Dorcas, decided to go to dance with The Marauders.

What Snape didn't know was that his friends Crouch and Rosier had a fling going on between each other. (That's kind of a side story).

James changed his tactic with Lily that night. He followed Sirius' advice and treated her like a gentleman. Lily realized that he wasn't that bad. And by the end of the night, they ended up kissing, snogging more like.

Meanwhile, Sirius was so nervous around Remus, that he got drunk. He got so drunk, that he fell to the floor. And started giggling.

"I think he needs a bit of air" James suggested.

"Mr. Lupin... I want you to do the honors...." Sirius said, flirting "Have I mentioned how cute you look with eyeliner?"

Remus smiled amused as he took Sirius outside. And now it was just the two of them. Sirius tried to use the tactic that his plastic friends used with boys back in California. He acted slutty, provoking Remus, pretending to be more drunk that he was and flirt with him. But when Sirius leaned to kiss him, Remus pulled away. That made Sirius want him more.

"I get it..." Sirius sighed "You're probably straight" Remus raised an eyebrow "I'll have to swallow my pride, and secretly cry while you flirt with a girl in there, right?"

Remus smiled "Who said I was straight?"

Sirius snorted "Are you..."

Remus didn't respond, he simply leaned in. Sirius leaned in as well. But they were interrupted by Snape and his cronies.

"May I remind you Black and Lupin that any kind of physical affection is forbidden in this party..."

"Thank God he didn't see James sucking Lily's face before" Remus whispered in Sirius' ear, which made him laugh.

The boys went back inside. They didn't kiss that night. But they had fun with his friends, Lily, Marlene and Dorcas. The group danced, drank, and had fun together.

Dumbledore scolded them the next morning. He didn't sound like Orion and Walburga, he sounded like a worried father. Like he cared for Sirius' safety. It was new to Sirius.

"It is working, mate" James grinned as they got out to the pitch.

"What?"

"You are surely getting expelled and you won't have to see Dumbledore again"

Sirius was having a great time at that school actually. He didn't want to get expelled. But of course, he didn't want to sound mellow. He had a reputation to mantain. So he pretended to keep with the plan.

But in the meantime, he apologized with Remus for acting like a wanker in the party. And he instead asked him out on a date.

Sirius wrote to Reggie and Ruby daily, telling them about his life in the UK. But while Regulus answered, Ruby didn't. Sirius continued either way. He began telling them how much he hated that place and his roommates. But as time passed, he wrote that they weren't that bad, and he actually liked them. He also asked Ruby for advice with Remus.

Sirius did that that morning, before his big date with Remus. But he mistakenly, let his email open. And someone took advantage of that.

Sirius had an incredible time with Remus in their date. Sirius for the first time, could be himself. Remus made him laugh, naturally. And Sirius stopped worrying about clothes, image, impressiong anyone.

They shared many kisses.

Once they came back to the dorm, holding hands happily, they saw that James and Peter were furious.

"What is going on?"

They began reading an email, supossedly written from Sirius to Ruby. Where he talked shit about all of them, and mentioned that he was only playing with Remus' feelings for fun. "Just like he did with other boys".

Even if Sirius told them, what was written there wasn't true, partially, because he had written some of those things, they didn't believe him. And they got very angry at him.

Just like Poppy, Sirius set the curtain on fire, after he discovered the that Ruby was fake and she was never a real friend to him. Sirius was sure he put it out, but the flames began again. He went from room to room getting everyone out, feeling guilty for what had happened, thinking it had been his fault.

When they were outside, they realized that Peter was missing. He had been locked in the fridger. So Sirius ignored everyone's protests and got inside to rescue him. Sirius managed to safe Peter.

But the damage was done. Sirius was blamed for everything. He didn't deny it. He had to face the court, to decide his punishment or expulsion. And for the first time, Sirius didn't want to leave this school, because he had found his family there. He wanted to stay. But he thought the fire had been his fault.

Meanwhile, The Marauders discussed Sirius' innocence.

"It doesn't make sense, because I remember he was all excited and nervous to go out with you, Remus... And I was calming his down"

"What time was that?" Peter asked.

"Almost eleven?" James shrugged.

"The email is sent after that"

Remus didn't want to believe any of this. So Peter stood up and began searching through Sirius' bed.

"What are you doing?" James asked.

"Finding proof"

And that's how they found Sirius' diary, in which he had written the truth. He wrote how The Marauders were like his family, how much he liked them, how much fun he had with them. And he also wrote how much in love he was with Remus, how he made him feel many things.

In the trial, Snape seemed very enthusiastic on blaming Sirius for everything. Sirius knew his destiny was expulsion, but he saw how The Marauders sneaked into some chairs in the back. He smiled. They were there to support him.

That gave Sirius the courage of saying in front of everyone how much he had loved that school, that he had found his family, and he didn't want to leave. He talked that the place could be better, not that conservative and supportive of the lgbt community.

"Hogwarts is a traditional and conservative institution since it's origins!" Snape protested.

"Bloody hell, Mr. Snape" Dumbledore rolled his eyes "Shut up! As a gay man, I agree with Mr. Black"

Everyone was surprised and amused by that confession. Sirius smiled pleased.

The Marauders supported him saying that they helped Sirius with the fire, so they should get expelled as well. And many others joined. So Snape got so stressed, that he began yelling, and he spilled the fact that a lighter had been used.

"How do you know that, Severus?" Crouch asked "Nobody had mentioned anything about a lighter..."

That's how Snape gave himself away, confessing that Sirius had put out the fire and he had started it again. Just to get him into trouble. At the end, Snape was the one expelled.

The story finishes with Hogwarts winning the lacrosse cup, thanks to Sirius and James. And we have a last scene of them tanning in California, with Regulus, Lily, Marlene and Dorcas. Sirius and Remus are together. And Lily and James are willing to try things.

By the end of it, The Marauders jump from a clift like in the original movie. And Marlene whispers:

"Those bloody boys are mental"

And Lily smiles "Yes, they are"

And that's how the story ends. Thank you very much.

#maraudersera #marauders #marauders headcanon #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #wolfstar #jily #lily evans #marauders era #peter pettigrew #wild child #emma roberts #wild child au #muggle au #I swear that when I have time I will write this but my life is a mess #If you want to take this idea to write this i wont get mad but credit me please #regulus black

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If Black Haze characters had social media

Since Black Haze’s character dynamics are so chaotic, imagine how much more so they would be if they had social media. XD

Here are some of the headcanons I came up with:

Rood makes no posts on his public Blow social media accounts but has over 900k followers and likes on all of them.

Linus runs unofficial Black Magician blogs on all available social media platforms. They boosted in popularity after Ishuella when Linus boasted that he personally met Blow himself. His bio descriptions now all mention that he touched Blow's hand. He posts photos of his ring on a daily basis.

Iel is fairly popular on Twitter and Instagram. Her Pinterest is full of Blow photos posted by Linus.

Shicmuon is a top fan of Linus's blogs, even though he doesn't actually know (or care) who runs them. Likewise, Linus gets likes on all his posts from Shicmuon, but doesn't really know who he is. 

Shicmuon spammed Blow's public account until Rood blocked him. After finding out his real identity, he also spammed his Rood Chrishi account until he was blocked there too.

Whenever he gets blocked, Shicmuon makes fake accounts to message Rood/Blow. Shicmuon makes sure to choose a new name each time (Asjwen, Baldwin, etc), but this fools no one as he still calls him “Blackie”. 

90% of Shicmuon's posts across all his social media accounts are about Blow, calling him names, and telling people to DM him if they've seen him. The remaining 10% are him calling other people names, such as "Cabbage" (Meredith) and "Ugly Woman" (Rubymonter). Usually no one knows who he's talking about besides the people themselves.

Erun likes all of Shicmuon's posts regardless of what they are. Those are typically the only likes he gets.

Iel is very popular on Instagram with lots of followers. Most of her posts are selfies. Several people thought she used filters until they met her in Helios and came to know that she really looks that way.

Lin posts short clips and video tutorials to her channel to help fellow students. They were mostly about study tips, but after Ishuella she also began posting short therapy exercises to help ease stress and manage trauma. Her followers sky rocketed in number after their visit to the Magicians Tower and now several students hold onto her weekly uploads like a lifeline.

Elzeble posts a lot on Twitter and Instagram, live blogging as he tours around the human world. He constantly tags Gamode and Ruby on all interesting posts he wants to share with them which only earn him blocks.

Rubymonter habitually blocks Elzeble when he sends her too many messages. Which happens quite often.

Elzeble tags Gamode on every fish photo he can find. In response, Gamode keeps him blocked on several platforms until they have to go on missions and need to send each other messages.

Dio was the first of the demon squad to learn how to use social media and taught the others. Elzeble loved it immediately. Rubymonter hated it at first, but later began to enjoy Instagram and Tumblr though she won't admit it. 

Gamode is bad at using social media and made many accidental posts. Elzeble called him a fish with slippery fins. They soon needed a new phone for Gamode and an ice pack for Elzeble.

Dio overenthusiastically live blogged everything at Helios upon arrival until he had his phone confiscated.

Dio would always post photos of random mundane things with extremely excited captions, and for a long time everyone else from Helios thought he was just a funny guy. They later realised he was posting about things in the human world he found interesting for his fellow demons to see.

Most of said posts are shared by Elzeble, while a few get liked by Gamode. Ruby dislikes them all unfailingly and occasionally comments for Diorook to "Focus".

The demon squad have a group chat together to which Dio readily added Rood after the events of the third arc. Rood was about to leave the group when Ruby removed him from it herself.

Dio re-added him to the group after the fifth arc and this time neither Rood nor Ruby raised any objections.

Chevel had Lidusis blocked until Ishuella. After Ishuella, he blocked Dirod.

Chevel had "Rood Chrishi" blocked until he found out his identity, after which he unblocked him ASAP. Afterwards he screamed in the middle of the night when he saw that Rood had sent him a friend request. Everyone else in the dorms thought he just had a really bad nightmare.

Lin was the first person from class to send Lidusis a friend request, following Rood and Dio who had previously grabbed his phone and made him accept their friend requests by force. 

Whatever Lidusis posts is immediately liked by Rood and Dio, while Lin writes nice and supportive comments whenever she can. Said posts are comprised mostly of things such as photos of random cats and what he had for lunch.

Lidusis got several friend requests from Helios students after he was greeted by "Prince Yumehen" at the Tower.

In preparation for potential group work, Iel demanded that Rood and Lidusis add her to their group chat, and she stood and watched them until they did it.

They didn't dare to remove Iel without a proper excuse, but they also couldn't talk about their ~super secret stuff~ with her in the group so they ended up creating another group without her in it. They continued to post school-related messages to their old group so she doesn't realise anything.

Rood noticed that Dio had Lispen blocked pretty early on, but thought he had made a mistake or blocked him simply because he didn't like teachers. 

Dio had actually blocked Lispen's account before he even became a teacher at Helios. As soon as they got a social media accounts, in fact.

Rood unfriended Lispen on Facebook after finding out he sealed the power inside Lidusis. After the Tower arc Rood blocked him for good.

Lispen would often tweet about his loving sentiments toward a certain special someone and mention how amazing they are. Rood always assumed he was talking about his lover or quoting some random song lyrics until he eventually realised Lispen was talking about him. He blocked him faster than Shicmuon.

At this point Lispen has been blocked by everyone besides Mana Puppet and Mikel. He is unbothered by this and continues to stalk Rood through several fake accounts.

As soon as Rubymonter found out Lispen was on social media as well, she immediately went and told the whole demon squad to block him which they all did without hesitation.

Meredith sent Rood a friend request before Rood knew who he was, and he accepted. After Rood knew who he was, he blocked him. After the Tower arc he unblocked and friended him again, which made Meredith very happy.

The Tower Magicians have private groups on all the social media platforms. They added Rood when they attempted to get him to join the Tower. He left the groups ASAP.

Lanoste added Rood, Kielnode and Miss Ren to all the Magicians Association group chats. They thought he'd made a mistake until they were informed about the “company merge”. They all rage quit and had to ask Lanoste to re-add them later.

Marquis Hadelio and Duke Artian constantly make snarky comments on each other's posts and photos. Duchess Nuadly likes all their comments. Occasionally, Lanoste likes their comments as well.

Most of Lanoste's posts are selfies he takes in the most unreasonable circumstances with people who are wholly unprepared, typically without their consent. There are usually an equal amount of likes and dislikes on them.

Lanoste live blogged the demon apocalypse from the palace balcony. He also tried to post a selfie he took with Yumehen in the midst of it all but Yumehen vehemently protested.

Lanoste also took a selfie with a certain grumpy bedridden King which he did post and got several hundred likes until it was taken down by authorities for "violating regulations". However, he continued to keep the photo as his private lock screen for a while.

Master is a total dunce at using technology and after a number of cases of photo posts and tagging that nearly outed Blow's real identity (eg: tagging Rood on photos of Blow, mentioning Blow in posts about Rood), they all unanimously agreed that Miss Ren should manage his social media and make all of his future posts for him.

Professor Rowell doesn't really use social media outside of work related purposes, but she does utilize it to stalk Rood more efficiently. 

Rood himself is careful and discreet enough online, but Rowell found out that she could find his location anyway by following Dio's twitter and Lidusis's instagram.

Professor Khan isn't very good at using technology and makes lots of typos. But he always drops likes and comments on his students' posts to the best of his ability, which is greatly appreciated by them (as those are sometimes the only likes and comments that they get).

Rom's social media is full of photos of Yuti. Even his profile photo is Yuti. Many people accidently thought it was Yuti's account. A number of them still don't realise it isn't.

Yuti doesn't have social media since she's too young, but she does have a phone that is 90% full of photos of Ming-Ming. Remaining 10% is comprised of photos of Tessy, Rom and random cute animals.

#black haze #black haze manhwa #headcanon #my post #text #rood #blow #shicmuon #lidusis #dio #lin #iel #chevel #lispen #yutiarien #rubymonter #elzeble #gamode #tessiana #rom #yumehen #king kansiol #miss ren #ren #kielnode #lanoste #erun #eren #eruen #khan

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Ooh! For the game 20 24 and 48 pls! 💓

Thank you!

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

It really depends on the fandom and my mood! I love both the freedom and the challenge of writing AUs, particularly in re-imagining the broader ensemble of a show into such a different setting and context, but I also really love getting to sink into canon and tease out moments or dynamics that maybe we don't get to see as much on screen.

I think I probably sliiiightly lean towards canon fics in that sense? But yes! Definitely depends!

24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?

I think it really comes down to where I think the conflict is and what that means for the characters involved. For instance, To Face Unafraid, the Christmas fic, could easily be Beth's story, but the conflict I was interested in exploring was in Beth and Rio's miscommunications and in particular Rio feeling a real insecurity in the blurred lines of a blended family. He's such a black-and-white sort of guy, I was really intrigued in exploring him trying to navigate that particular grey area where he had to face the fact that both he and Beth have histories.

Similarly in something like Cross Your Fingers, the conflict for me was Beth's and in particular being able to play with her grief and the mystery of Rio's reappearance was a lot of fun.

48. Who is your favorite character to write for?  Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom?

In Good Girls, it's always Beth. I just find her such a compelling character and I have a lot of fun when I'm writing her, especially writing her at her messiest, haha. I do enjoy writing Rio, Annie and Ruby too of course, and surprisingly, I enjoy writing Dean as well. He's awful, but man, sometimes awful characters are just the best to write.

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