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castiwls · 12 days

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tolerate it - a.s

Paring; anakin x reader

Prompt; 'If it's all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow'

Requested; @simonsbluee

Notes;anakin version:) again all time fav cry song requests are open!

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The sound of the door opening pulled your attention from the data pad on your lap. A small smile grew on your lips as you placed the pad beside you before standing from your seat. “Your back,” You grinned. “I didn’t think you were due back for another few days.”

Anakin pulled off his robe before turning to you, his grin just as bright. “We got back early.” He closed the distance between you both pulling you into a hug. You felt his arms squeeze tightly around your middle as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck.

Taking a deep inhale you felt your body relax in his arms. He was safe. After weeks he was finally home again. After a moment you pulled back. His arms still wrapped around your waist. “I missed you.” He spoke quietly, his eyes slowly tracing your face.

“I missed you too.” You smiled slowly rubbing a hand through the back of his head. “How come you’re back so early?”

“Some sort of diplomatic thing.” He let out a breath, rolling his eyes causing you to laugh quietly. You knew how much he hated anything which involved politics. In all the time you’d known Anakin he’d never been one for anything which involved long boring conversations.

“The charity ball?” He nodded his thumb slowly rubbing circles on your waist. “Yeah. How did you know about it?” He frowned slightly, a look of confusion filling his features. “I got invited to,” You watched as a small smile grew on his lips at the idea of not being alone. “Well. That should make this slightly more bearable.”

You nodded thinking for a moment. “We could…we could go…together.” Your voice came out as a whisper. The thought was something which had been sitting on your mind for a while.

Every event you were invited to end up with you having to go alone. It was always the same questions asking when you were going to get into a relationship if you had anyone special in your life. By this point, you had mastered the act of politely brushing off anyone who brought up the topic, but that didn’t mean that it never hurt.

It hurt that you were unable to share your relationship with the other people in your life. That you had to act as if Anakin was nothing more than an acquaintance when you met him in public. You knew getting into this relationship that there would have to be sacrifices, you never expected anything less. But sometimes you wished that he would have enough trust in you to share your relationship with those closest to you.

Anakin let out a sigh, his gaze moving down to your feet. He pursed his lips slightly, looking back up. “Angel, you know we can’t…” He moved a hand to gently cup your check. “If the council found out about us…I don’t know what they’d do.” he frowned to himself as he spoke, his gaze seemingly growing distant for a moment before he re-focused back on you.

“I can’t risk them finding out.” He rubbed a thumb across your cheek. You kept your face passive as you stared at him.

Sometimes your relationship felt almost one-sided. You felt committed to him in a way that he could never commit himself to you. While you knew Anakin was by no means in love with the order and their rules you knew he was still committed. You came second.

The thought had you swallowing, trying to push back the sudden rush of emotions that ran through you. “Fine.” You pulled back from his hold before walking back to the main room. Anakin sighed following closely behind you.

“Are you seriously gonna do this again? You know why we can’t do that. It would put my rank at risk!” He stopped as you turned to face him. You jabbed a finger into his chest. “You. You. You. That’s all it ever is. Do you ever think about what I want?”

“Of course, I think about what you want. You are the most important person in my life!” He reached out to grasp your hand. He lowered his voice as he spoke. “Which is why I can’t lose you.”

You rolled your eyes letting out a quiet breath. “You know, sometimes I feel…I feel like you don’t even love me anymore.” You felt your lips quiver slightly as you swallowed back tears. “Like you're only here out of obligation.”

You watched his face drop slightly. “Of course I love you. You’re my wife.” He stepped closer, his thumb slowly rubbing circles over your palm. “Then why are you so scared of telling the people closest to us that we’re married,” You pulled your palm from his grasp feeling a tear slowly slip down your face.

“There’s dinner on the table if you want it.” You whispered before walking towards the bedroom.

You could hear him calling after you but you simply ignored it slamming the door behind you. Slowly you sank to the ground, your body shaking slightly as sobs began to fall from your lips.

You’d stopped feeling loved a long time ago. At first, you’d believed that the feeling was simply in your head that you were just having doubts about your relationship due to how new it was, yet those doubts never seemed to go away.

And Anakin did nothing to quell those doubts. Taking a breath you placed your chin on your knees, staring at the bed. You never imagined the man who you were supposed to love unconditionally and who was supposed to love you back could leave you feeling so unseen in your own relationship.

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melonmilkshake · 1 month

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WE ARE SO BACK IM GLAD UR TAKING REQ AGAIN!! Ima js request the same thing before it sadly got deleted T^T

To make it short… puppy Randal and (fem) kitty reader (I think this concept is hybrids?) the point is they’re both in heat but like Randal is going through it like 10x worse and does not hold back at all. They don’t have to have tails if u don’t want to js at least the ears obv :3 but sum extras I’d like to see is maybe breeding kink, belly bulge (yk like when we see the outline when it’s inside us..:3) and manhandling ^^

Anything else is up to u honestly js no gore pls

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AGAIN SO GLAD UR BACK!! -🧛🏽‍♀️

Randal Ivory x reader

Smut

She/her | Female

(Randal does have a tail in this and dog ears so does reader!!)

TW: doggy style, nibbling, nipple play, breeding, and belly bulge

Randal is your loving boyfriend and when it comes to being a couple you should help each other out! Even if by helping means Randal wants to fuck you.

Last oneshot for tonight and yes I will re upload a oneshot from my wattpad. A new oneshot for tomorrow probably.

ALSO NOT REALLY PROOF READ

Your boyfriend can be restless sometimes. Despite your calm cat like demeanor he still likes to play with you. He likes pouncing, nipping, and licking you any chance he gets.

Even if you both were different types of hybrids it didn't matter. You both loved each other so much to the point where no one could tell you, you both couldn't be together.

Everything that you do is mostly wholesome and loving and today was nothing different... or so you thought. You could hear slight whimpering and moaning sounds coming from your room. It sounded like Randal..

You knew he was very horny and touchy nowadays always stealing your stuff and masturbating because he wants to mate. You slowly opened the door and your jaw dropped.

Randal was humping your pillow completely naked. His tail was wagging fastly while he humped it on your bed. You could tell he had already came a few times by the wet spots on your sheets, blankets, and a few on your plushies.

The second he heard the door creak he completely stopped. His puppy ears went down and he stopped wagging his tail. A confused purr came out of your mouth seeing him so disappointed and upset over the fact he was caught.

You stood in the middle of your room staring at him. He quickly got on his knees infront of you and looked at the ground. He whimpered and sniffled hoping you'd forgive him. You snapped your fingers making him look up at you.

The whole time you spoke his eyes kept on lingering to your breasts they just looked so good in that tight shirt you wore. He wagged his tail staring at them of course not paying attention to your words.

If it wasn't for this stupid mating season you both go through he wouldn't be like this... no he still would be but less distracted. You gave a sharp whistle and Randal's puppy ears perked up as he stared at you flustered.

"My eyes are up here." You spoke and flicked his forehead. He sniffled and gave you a puppy eyed plead but you never gave into it. You purred softly while your tail moved side to side.

"Whats wrong? You knew you were being a bad boy." You said with a small sigh as you turned around to leave but you couldn't even take one step before Randal stood behind you and squeezed your boobs. You were taken aback by the sudden grab and didn't know what to do.

His dick was pressed up against your ass, slightly rubbing up against it. His fingers pinched your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt making you jolt.

He twisted them eagerly while small whimpers came out of your mouth. You could feel your panties already becoming wet from his touch. "I love you and I want you. Please gimme what I want." He whimpered and nuzzled his head up against your cheek. You nodded hesitatiantly and he wagged his tail.

"Sit. I need to take off my clothes." You ordered him and started getting undressed but when you were finished he admittedly pounced on you taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it and wagged his tail while playing with your other nipple.

You moaned at his sudden assult on your breasts but didn't stop him. He nipped at your breasts and neck pulling and licking at your skin before you knew it he made you lay on the ground ass up while pounding into you. His hand was gripping a fistful of your hair while he thrusted fast. He was moaning and whimpering both of yours sounds mixed together while his balls hit up against you.

With a shaky moan he came in you, your whole body was trembling from him fucking you but oh he wasn't finished yet. He flipped you over onto your back and forced your legs open. He stared at the large amount of cum leaking out of your tight hole. He suddenly pushed his cock back in you making you squirm under him.

He kept on mumbling things in your ear like "m'gonna get you pregnant", "you're gonna have my babies", "You're gonna give birth to my puppies." He was obviously very into the mood and you could tell by bulge in your stomach from his cock. It was big and a obvious sign of his of his arousal. You were gonna be here for a long time and you knew it.

#randal ivory x reader #randal ivory x yn #ranfren oneshots #ranfren x reader #ranfren x yn #smut #oneshots #fanfic #randal ivory oneshot

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whoistrash · 7 months

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Why change matters and how Amphibia did it better than The Owl House.

"Watching and Dreaming" made me cry a lot during its premiere. I was amazed and, I'd say, dazed by it. Then I forgot about it for a while. Now I finished re-watching Amphibia for the first time since TOH ended. My hype died down, and I have some thoughts. A lot, actually.

Amphibia's ending was incredibly painful and made me sob like a baby for two whole weeks the first time I watched it. That's because it was not only beautiful and heartbreaking, but truly GOOD. Brilliant, actually. I absolutely agree with a statement that any other ending would literally be a contradiction to the whole main plot, especially Anne's arc. The girls had to learn to let go in order to grow as individuals - the thing they had the biggest problem with. Saying goodbye was the only logical option, plot-wise. It still hurt like hell, though. Separating the multidimensional, against-all-odds relationships (especially my beloved spranne. Ouch, ouch, ouch). The Owl House does no such thing - everybody stays together. They live happily ever after.

Paradoxically, I think that it's the main reason why I'd choose "The Hardest Thing" over "Watching and Dreaming" every single time. I know we shouldn't really compare them in EVERY aspect, since TOH had way more things to deal with in the final episode, but the fact that Luz got to not only stay, but to freely travel between worlds as she pleases really took the whole "growing up and finding your true self no matter what the other people do/say about you" thing out the door. Luz from season one, episode one, and Luz from the finale are not really that different. Well, she certainly became more traumatised and depressed than before, but in terms of personal growth? Nope. Luz - from the very beginning - was cheerful, open, caring and very selfless, willing to literally help every stranger she met no matter how it would affect her. She had little to no boundaries, but, well, you can't argue that she was A GOOD, SELFLESS PERSON. Now, we could say that her arc here would be learning that sometimes you should put yourself before others, that you can't save everyone, that you can't trust every person you meet. And she learns it! She fucking does! She helps Philip not knowing who he will become, and then suffers from the consequences, because she helped the wrong person. And then it's all erased, when she saves Collector's life and meets Papa Titan (or whatever we call them).

I have so much to say about this. All of TOH's "villains" (Amity, Lilith, Hunter, The Collector) that were given a redemption arc literally get turned into lifeless, edgy trauma dumpsters, that suddenly loose all of their previous character, quirks and sass (well, maybe except for Lilith, she just started to express them differently, I think, but still, it was WAY too big of a change). I won't dwell on it (since many, many fans called it out already - as they should), and will focus on something different. The only one marked as irredeemable is Belos. Good. Okay. He's irredeemable, because he's a white, christian puritan who won't listen to anyone but himself. Also a genocidal maniac. That's the lesson for Luz here. "You can't save everyone. Some people are just straight up evil". And it's very, very true. But.

From all of the "villains" I mentioned before, Belos is the one that had the most reasons to, let's say, take a dark turn. Those reasons are what makes him irredeemable - he's just too convinced he's right, because, in his mind, he has evidence to prove it. But how do we learn about this? Maybe by seeing his part of the story? Maybe by learning about his brother and Evelyn, about their relationship? It couldn't be straight up awful, since Philip literally brought his brother back to life over and over again, he wanted his brother, or at least the picture of Caleb that satisfied him the most. There was more to it than only "you betrayed me and now I will hate you forever". Do we get to see any of that? No. Instead we get an all-knowing, all-doing being that literally choose Luz as "the one" for being kind and trusting, that convinces her that Belos is, indeed, a lost cause. Do you see where I'm going with this?

Luz, the person that on the literal episode two was told that there is no such thing as a "chosen one" and that she can't always hop into action to save everybody, because, it's, well, not always possible, DOES EXACTLY THAT in the finale by taking a bullet for The Collector, the, you know, very freshly redeemed and suddenly cute and funky villain, whom Luz trusts immediately. AND SHE IS REWARDED FOR IT BY BEING MADE THE CHOSEN ONE. BY A GOD-LIKE BEING THAT CLAIMS TO BE ALL-KNOWING AND CAN DECIDE WHO IS RIGHT AND WHO IS WRONG, BECAUSE OF PERSONAL (King) REASONS. Just like, you know... Belos? The irredeemable villain? And then Luz lets go of the moral dilemmas that's been keeping her up at night for the past months, makes up her mind, defeats the bad guy, learns nothing, and gets to stay in the Boiling Isles and on Earth. With her beautifully redeemed girlfriend and friends whom she kept secrets from and lied to out of fear of being ostracised (you see the pattern here, right?) for, again, months.

I love Amphibia. I love The Owl House. But Amphibia handles it's "villains", generally wronged characters and the whole change/no change thing way better. Well, maybe besides the Core - they got a bit wasted in my opinion. But still. Sasha. Grime. Marcy. Andrias. Anne herself. They learn and change. And more importantly, they face consequences and come to understand and accept them. There's no "chosen one" here. Anne gets the proposition because she's the first one to use the music box for good in literal millenia. A fact, plain and simple (not an opinion based on personal motivations), that makes sense plot-wise, and adds so, so much to Anne's arc. Because Anne from season one, episode one wouldn't care. The one from the finale cares very damn much. And that's the biggest difference.

Saying goodbye makes the message way stronger. The more I think about it, however, the more I'm starting to be afraid that there's no The Message in The Owl House to begin with. Luz learns very little, yet ends up with everything she ever wanted. There's no power behind it. The "find the right people and choose to trust them, not everyone will be your friend" and "some things are out of your control, some people are just bad" aspect is even weaker, as proven by basically the whole season 3. I will end it by my favorite quote from Amphibia, that I think about on daily basis. Have a good day, y'all.

"Change can be difficult, but it's how we grow. It can be the hardest thing to realize you can't hold on to something forever. Sometimes, you have to let it go; but, of the things you let go, you'd be surprised what makes its way back to you."

#the owl house #amphibia #watching and dreaming #the hardest thing #luz noceda #philip wittebane #anne boonchuy #sprig plantar #toh critical #kinda?#i love this show too much to fully criticize it but i had to write this #it was cathartic

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 9 months

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Perzys se Rūkla (Fire and Flowers) - Chapter Six

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x original female character (Melessa Tyrell) Warnings: Mentions of infidelity, angst, strong language, mentions of pregnancy, childbirth, smut. Word count: ~3k

Chapter summary: Daemon makes two life changing discoveries. Series summary here.

Endless thanks and all the love to my absolute ride or die @em-writes-stuff-sometimes for cheerleading, beta'ing and just generally being the bestest fandom boo a gal could have.

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Header by the insanely talented @em-writes-stuff-sometimes

Maester Orwyle drops heavily to his feet once Daemon’s grip on the front of his robes loosens. He scurries away fearfully, scarcely even sparing a glance behind him.

Daemon’s temper still burns hot within his veins. How dare she hide this from me?

The force with which he throws open the doors would be enough to wake Melessa up ordinarily; but under ordinary circumstances, she wouldn’t be under the influence of milk of the poppy. Thus, she remains asleep.

He softens upon taking in her appearance, his anger leaving him as he watches her laying there. She’d look peaceful were it not for the tear tracks upon her cheeks—tears he has caused her. His wife.

The mother of his child.

She does not deserve his anger any more than he deserves her forgiveness, as much as he yearns for it. He sits carefully on the bed next to her, longing to reach out and brush his fingers against the peachy softness of her face. He refrains. She has expressed a wish for him not to touch her. He owes it to her to respect that, even in sleep.

Whether she is prepared to allow him to make amends now or not, he knows he cannot permit her to return to Highgarden. Not now that she carries his child. She has given him a reason to do better, to be better.

He wants to watch her grow round and full with his offspring, to see the effects that he has had on her body as it adapts to the life nestled within. He feels his cock stir at the thought and swallows thickly, attempting to push the urge away. Perhaps her shape had begun to change already and he hadn’t noticed. He finds himself thinking back to the last few times they’d been intimate. He had been so rough, so hurried, so desperate for fulfillment that he had barely registered her beneath him. If he had the opportunity to go back he would take his time with her, run his hands over her curves and appreciate them, notice the subtle swell to her breasts and the added plushness to her hips.

There is an ache in his chest as he continues to look upon her. He has to make this right. A child of his own is something Daemon has never thought about; never wanted, until now. And now, he does not think he has ever desired anything more desperately.

He has no idea how long he continues to sit there for. Soon, the sky is breaking into vibrant hues of yellow, orange and red upon the horizon, indicating dawn’s approach. He hadn’t seen Melessa eat since Rhaenyra’s coronation feast the previous afternoon. She will awaken soon and surely feel ravenous with hunger. Daemon cannot abide that, not when their child relies upon her nourishment.

Reluctantly, he rises from the bed and makes his way to the kitchens. There is plentiful food left over from the day before; he orders the few staff that are awake and working already to put together a platter. Salted meats, pies, bread, hard cheese and tarts are piled high upon the tray, enough to feed both him and Melessa for today and the day after that. He knows it is too much, but this is as much to prove a point as it is to give his wife breakfast. Even in the wrong, Daemon cannot resist the urge to maintain the element of surprise.

Melessa is stirring, sleepily rubbing her eyes as he re-enters her bedchamber, setting the heaped tray upon the foot of the bed. She sits up, her brow furrowing as she looks upon the food that’s been placed before her.

“What’s all this?” she asks, voice thick with sleep.

“Breakfast,” Daemon tells her with a smirk, leaning against the bedpost and folding his arms as he watches her.

“There is so much of it…” Her blue eyes glance up towards him before dropping back to the spread of food.

“Yes—I suppose there is,” he says. “It was tricky for me to know how much to have brought up to you… considering you are eating for two now.”

Her hand that had been reaching towards the food pulls suddenly back into her lap. She stares at him, brows raised in shock. “You know.”

It isn’t so much a question as it is a statement. Daemon simply nods, attempting to mask the satisfied smile that spreads across his face. He may have caught her out, but ultimately he is still in the wrong.

“How?” she asks, pressing her lips into a tight line.

“I caught Maester Orwyle sneaking out of your chambers in the middle of the night,” he tells her matter-of-factly.

“Oh gods. Daemon—what did you do to him?”

His wife knows him too well. He is unable to help the upward tug at the corners of his mouth. “Nothing he won’t recover from. Eat.”

Melessa sighs and reaches for a piece of bread, tearing it apart with her hands as Daemon resumes his earlier position beside her.

“How long have you known?” he asks after a few moments pass between them in silence.

“Since we arrived back in King’s Landing,” she replies between bites.

“And how long since you last bled?”

He can see her considering his question as she chews, trying to recall. “About three moons.”

Daemon can feel his mood darkening and draws in a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. His voice is tight when he asks his next question. “And not once did it occur to you to tell me?”

“I was going to,” she begins softly. “There was so much going on already, with your brother passing away. I had planned to tell you after Rhaenyra’s coronation, but then…”

She trails off, her bottom lip trembling slightly and Daemon feels his heart squeeze at the sight.

“Then I fucked it all up,” he says sadly.

“Hm.” Melessa places her half eaten bread back on the tray, leaning back against the headboard. “You’re not going to let me leave, are you? Not now that you know.”

Daemon feels like he’d be serving another blow to her, to admit this aloud, true as it is. He wants nothing more than to comfort her, to pull her against his chest and breathe in the sweet scent of her golden hair.

“I need you to know that nothing happened…with that girl,” he tells her. “I won’t deny that I tried, and I cannot begin to explain why I did, but I couldn’t…because she wasn’t you, petal.”

“Am I supposed to be grateful?” she asks bitterly.

“No, but it is proof of the fact that I care for you.”

“And yet you have never told me you love me.”

“I’ve never told anyone that before, not even my own brother. Perhaps that is my mistake.”

“But do you love me?”

He is determined not to leave the pause that he did yesterday, to not make her doubt his feelings for her any further than he already has. He takes a breath, steeling himself against his impending vulnerability. “Our time on Dragonstone together was the happiest I ever remember being. I hated having to give that up to return here. Everything in this wretched place serves as a reminder that I am not good enough for you, not good enough to be Hand of the King.”

“And yet, you are my husband and Hand of the Queen,” Melessa reminds him.

“I stole you from my nephew. My niece made me Hand because my brother would not.”

“Perhaps you ought to spend more time appreciating what you have, rather than resenting the reason you have it.”

He huffs through his nose. She is right and he despises it, but it is one of the things he has grown to love about her. Yes. Love.

“I think about you all the time,” he tells her. “I find myself wishing for your presence when you are not by my side. Your scent is imprinted upon me in such a way that nothing else satisfies; I yearn for you more than I ever have for anyone. If that is love, then—yes. I love you… as much as I am able to love another person.”

She stares straight ahead as he speaks, her expression unreadable. The quiet hangs heavy between them when he finishes. Daemon’s heart races, worried she’ll reject him despite him having opened up to her.

Melessa shifts slightly in the bed. “Can you take the food away?” she asks. “The smell is making me feel unwell. I will not return to Highgarden, but I would appreciate some time to myself. I need to rest.”

Daemon nods, standing and removing the food from the end of the bed. He hovers by the door as Melessa settles back down to sleep, debating whether to try to kiss her or not. Deciding against it—he sees her eyes flutter closed—he pushes the tray into the hands of a chambermaid and makes his way out of the Red Keep.

He expects that Rhaenyra will summon him at some point today. It is her first official day as Queen; she will no doubt want a meeting of the Small Council. It is still early, however, and with yesterday’s festivities, he doesn’t anticipate her being ready to call everyone forth until the afternoon. He decides a ride on dragonback will help clear his mind. He has much to think about, though he is glad at having convinced Melessa to remain in King’s Landing without the need for force.

As Daemon approaches the Dragonpit, he notices excited commotion amongst the Keepers. The head of them gives him a beaming smile when he spots him and hurries over, staff in hand, to clap Daemon on the shoulder. He scowls at the overfamiliarity. Before he can enquire as to what the meaning of all of this is, he hears what the Keeper has to say.

“Syrax has laid a clutch! Her first in two decades!”

Daemon raises his eyebrows, the perceived slight immediately forgotten. “Dragon eggs?”

“Yes, Your Grace. We hadn’t known she was gravid. It appears the return of Caraxes has been fruitful for her.”

“Show me,” Daemon commands, excitement fluttering within him.

The head Dragon Keeper guides him through the gloom and humidity of the Pit until they reach a mucus-coated membrane upon the earthen floor.

Daemon crouches, breaking apart the protective layer that coats the top of them. Beneath lay four dragon eggs. His eye is immediately drawn to one that is iridescent shades of orange and red, fading into a vibrant green towards the bottom.

Carefully, he lifts it, turning it over in his hands, feeling the warmth of its hardened scales against his fingertips. “Perzys se rūkla,” he whispers.

Two Keepers approach, a steaming pot meant to incubate the eggs carried between them.

Daemon rights himself, keeping a hold of the egg he’s taken. “You may take those three.” He nods towards the ground. “And inform the Queen of Syrax’s clutch. I am taking this one.”

Melessa is still dozing when he returns. This time, he has no hesitation in waking her. He grins down at her as she grouses to herself, blinking her eyes slowly open.

“For the babe,” he tells her, holding the egg out.

She gasps, reaching out to place her hands over it, her fingers overlapping with his.

Daemon releases a steady exhale at the contact, the first physical touch they’ve shared in what feels like an age. He leans forward, resting his forehead against hers as they hold the egg together, the aroma of almond oil and rosewater flooding his senses. Finally, it feels as though everything may work out exactly as he wants.

This time, he does not fear it.

**SIX MONTHS LATER**

Daemon paces the room. Each of Melessa’s pained screams cause him to wince as they echo off of the vaulted ceilings. A gaggle of attendants rally around her, mopping away sweat and blood as she produces each fluid anew.

Should there be so much blood? Is she going to be alright?

His throat constricts at the possibility he might lose her. He has ignored the pleas for him to leave the room, does not trust that she will not meet the fate of his brother’s first wife, Aemma, should she fall into difficulties.

He will not have her carved open like some roasted hog, just for the sake of some squawking brat. He will end this child’s life long before he ever considers taking hers.

He longs to brush her dampened hair from her temples, to hold her hand and encourage her through her labours, but he has not been allowed beside the bed. The birthing bed is no place for a husband, he is told. Daemon thinks that is utter shit.

He stills when he hears the first wails, too high-pitched to possibly be his wife’s. He turns to see Melessa exhausted but still very much alive, panting against the pillows as a bloodied, squirming mass is lifted from between her legs.

“A boy,” announces a voice from somewhere. He barely registers it, everything seeming far away as the child is separated from his mother, swaddled, and placed into Daemon’s arms.

He has never held anything so fragile before in his life. His arms wrap instinctively around the tiny bundle, a lump forming in his throat as he gazes down at the scrunched up, reddened face that looks up at him with apparent displeasure.

“Ñuhus trēsȳs,” he whispers. “You have a face I’m sure your mother will love.” My son.

He walks around to the side of the bed, and places the child in Melessa’s waiting arms. “Well done, petal,” he murmurs, kissing her temple. “You have given me a son.”

Daemon’s heart swells at the adoration with which she looks down at the babe with, her fingers tracing over his tiny cheek.

“What shall we name him?” she asks, voice hoarse from her labour pains.

“I was thinking Viserys, after my brother,” Daemon says, perching on the edge of the bed and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“A fine name, indeed.” She smiles. “Little Viserys.”

“Avy jorrāelagon,” he whispers, pressing his nose to her hair. It is a sentiment he ensures his wife and child will never go without hearing from him ever again. I love you.

**SIX WEEKS LATER**

Daemon’s hands wander over Melessa’s nightgown, pawing and squeezing at her flesh as she lays beside him. Under instruction from the Maesters, he and Melessa have not laid together for six weeks in order to allow her body to heal from having given birth. The wait has felt agonising to him; the last time he had been inside of her had been during the last few weeks of her pregnancy. Towards the end, Viserys had sat too low in her womb for them to be intimate without it causing her discomfort.

The wait has been maddening for Daemon. His fist will never satisfy him the way that the warmth of her cunt can.

She squirms uneasily against his touch. “Daemon— please,” she whimpers. “My body has changed since I became a mother.”

“And what is your point, petal?” he murmurs, his hand cupping her breast through the flimsy cotton that covers it.

“I do not look as I was before. I worry that you will not want me anymore, that you will seek out the comfort of another again…”

Daemon takes a gentle grip of her chin, tilting her face towards him. “There is no one that I desire more than you, sweet wife.”

He grasps her hand, guiding it towards his hardened length. “See what you do to me? Even in that oversized sack you insist upon wearing to bed.”

She giggles, and he captures her lips in a searing kiss, pulling at the lacings that keep her shift fastened as he does.

When she is bared beneath him, his eyes travel over the fullness of her breasts, the tautness of their hardened peaks slightly ruddier than they used to be. Her stomach bears the markings of having carried life, her hips more rounded, plusher than they used to be.

A low growl of approval rumbles in his throat. She is irrevocably marked as his and has never looked more beautiful to him.

He inhales a sharp breath upon finding her wet and wanting when he snakes a hand between her thighs. He wants to spend more time preparing her, but the way his cock aches painfully does not allow for such endeavours this evening. He needs her too badly.

When the tight heat of her walls envelope him, he groans in relief. It is like returning home after a lengthy absence. She sobs with pleasure at his every thrust, his hands vice-like against her waist as she eventually shudders and comes apart around him. He follows her over the edge soon after, white hot pleasure licking at his lower spine as he spills himself deep inside of her.

She is almost asleep against his chest when the piercing wails of Viserys startle them both into wakefulness. Melessa sighs, moving to leave the bed when Daemon places a steadying hand on her shoulder.

“Allow me, petal,” he says, brushing his lips against her temple and rising from the bed.

Viserys cries in his cradle, little handles clenched into fists. The moonlight that streams through the gap in the curtains shines upon what has disturbed his slumber.

The dragon egg that lays beside him—vibrant hues of red and orange that fade into a brilliant shade of green towards the bottom—has begun to crack apart.

Daemon’s lips part as he watches it. A little dragon for his very own little dragon.

Perzys se rūkla.

FIN.

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Main 4+ craig with a Teruhashi (from saiki k) like readerr? Teruhashi's character is a popular girl,most pretty,has alot of admirers,smart,but unfortunately she cant do anything wrong to keep up her self image.Like if she fail a test her self image would be destroyed,so to keep her self image she has to stay up late and study,she also can't be rude to people even if they are rude to her because it'll ruin her self image :)

╭ . . . perfection and her protector ੭

• ➛ main four + craig x fem ! reader ( separate )

╰ notes / warnings :: swearing, kind of ooc (again). Sorry if this isnt good, please ask lemme know and i'll re-write !

STAN MARSH - ✮ •

━ Okay firstly- STAN loves you so much it actually crazy, sometimes he wonders how he's landed you and he thanks the lord that he did. To him you're absolutely amazing.

━ He hates the fact that you put so much pressure on yourself, so he tries his best to help you

━ he crawls into your room during the night ( totally not creepy ) and brings you food / snacks and tries his best to help you with studying and homework, but he sucks so he tries but ultimately- he fails.

━ after studying he'll just cuddle you and talk about how much you're amazing and how you can have some days off.

━ I feel like no one would dare to be rude to you, no one would want to be rude to one of the most popular girls in school- whos also the girlfriend of the school's star quarterback- Stanly Marsh.

━ If anyone was rude to you- you dont even have to worry, the next day they'd be apologizing to you practically all day, since you and stan are so popular and someone was rude to you, the talk spread like wildfire and many started hating the person since, who the fuck thought they had the right to make fun of one of the sweetest people in south park ??

" Im-im sorry ! Im so so so sorry " the person cried before rushing away leaving you confused. Not even a day ago this person was swearing you out and making fun of you, you not daring to say anything bad and now they were almost in tears, apologizing while everyone sent glares to them. After a few seconds you felt someone behind you, turning your head you saw stan " Hey babe " he smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him " Hiya hun " you grinned back " what happened ? " " you know the person who made fun of me yesterday? they apologized to me " " thats good " you turned so now you and stan were face to face " Stan, did you do something to them ? " " Not directly " he laughed before pulling you away- to the cafeteria talking to you about how he's joining to come over after school, to help you study and then just cuddle and watch movies, a smile on both of your faces as you walked.

KYLE BROFLOVSKI - ✮ •

━ Its so clear to everyone how much KYLE is in love with you, its actually insane. When he's not with his friends he's with you, a wide in-love smile on his face- he practically has hearts in his eyes.

━ Since he's literally the smartest kid in school (if not ALL of south park) he'll always help you study- making sure to explain things in a way you easily understand.

━ unlike stan, kyle doesn't sneak into your house he just walks in with his own set of spare keys. Your guardians love kyle so much they gave him his own house keys, its that or you go over to his house so you two could study ( he kinda likes it that way, since Sheila absolutely ADORES you ).

━ After studying he'll play video games with you, order take out ( or even make you some food himself ) and just hang out with you, helping you de-stress in any way he can.

━ I honestly pray for anyone who is rude to you and kyle finds out. Have you seen how hard he can punch people? Yeah . . . that person is honestly, truly fucked.

━ He might even bring out his jersey side on them.

You stared at the shaking person in front of you, they muttered apologize before speeding off. " Woah- huh ? " you questioned before turning around, deciding not to think about the situation any longer- it was best not to. They apologized and thats all that mattered to be honest. Reaching your locker you met your red headed boyfriend you sent a smile to you " Hey Kyle " you greeted, arms wrapping around him- he returned the favor, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek " How's it going [ nickname ] ? " " Pretty good babe, y'know that person who made fun of me a few days ago? " kyle hummed, annoyed with the mention of the person " They apologized to me, i dunno why but they did " " Good. No one should talk to you- or anyone- like that " he tsked and gave you a squeeze " Anyway- since a test is coming up, i'm coming over to help you study " you sighed, smiled and agreeded, even though you didnt want to bother your boyfriend with helping you he was a stubborn guy and by now it was practically tradition " Sure Kyley " " dont call me that " he pressed another kiss to your face.

ERIC CARTMAN - ✮ •

━ Even though no one can tell, ERIC is very much in love with you he just doesnt like anyone knowing. He defiantly wont make fun of you, as much as much as he would with anyone else, still he loves you.

━ Unlike Kyle, Eric is one of the dumbest ( when it comes to academics ) so he cant really help you there, he'll also have to break into your house, your guardians dont trust Eric- like at all

━ Still, after you've finished studying he'll throw you a bag of cheesy poofs and call you over to watch movies or Terrance and Phillip and while he will complain if you want to watch something he doesnt like, he'll still let you watch it.

━ If you think the person who made fun of you fucked up with kyle? oh boy . . .

━ the person who made fun of you should start praying to every god there is or better yet start buying their casket because they are sure as hell not making it out alive.

" Goodevening Eric " you smiled at your boyfriend, who was leaning against his a random sweet shop, eating cheesy poofs " Evenin' babe " he replied mouth full of the crisps " How've you been ?- " before you could hear another reply from him you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning around you were met with the kid who belittled you a day ago, they were shaking- tears in their eyes " i-im sorry . . . " they squeaked before looking over your shoulder, their shaking becoming more violent as terror was seen in their eyes " I'm- uhm- really- REALLY sorry, please forgive me " you stared at them, a soft smile on you face " its okay " at those words they sped off. " Huh ?- did i say something- e- ... eric. " you turned to face the evil smirk that your boyfriend held. You connected the dots and narrowed your eyes at Cartman who only changed his evil smile to an innocent look " Whaaa?? i didn do anyfing " .

KENNY MCCORMICK - ✮ •

━ God if you thought Kyle & Stan were madly in love with you, you've clearly haven't seen KENNY with you. He follows you around like a little lost puppy, heart eyes, red blush, half lidded eyes. For fucks sake he's like when a cartoon character when they smell the aroma of a pie when he's around you.

━ Just like his best friend Eric, kenny isnt the smartest mostly because he's fantasizing during lessons and simply cant be bothered to listen to whatever bull shit is spewing out of the teacher's mouth.

━ He would also sneak into your room whenever you're studying even though he doesnt have to at all- he likes how it makes it feel like the two of you are forbidden lovers that can only see each other in private when its the complete opposite.

━ To be honest, its usually you helping HIM study which puts a lot more pressure on you but you dont really mind it plus after you and kenny cuddle while talking about anything interesting happening in the town.

━ If anyone decided to be an ass to you and the words gets to ken, that person will have a lovely visit from an edgy super hero, who'll then visit you after.

You were trying to get some sleep when you heard a tapping at your window. While you were tired and sad- and really REALLY - didnt want to open the window you knew who it was so you didnt really have a choice. Sighing you got up and opened the window, a figure 'flying' in, landing next to your bed " Hey mystie " you gave him a tired smile, you heard a low hum " dont call me that . . . its embarrassing " " Its cute " you laughed softly walked over by his side, sitting down " what are you here for? " mysterion hummed before sitting down by you, his gloved hand holding your bare one " you know that kid that bullied you ? " he asked in his gruff voice, one that ( even though you knew he was kenny ) he refused to stop using " Mhm " " Listen to this " he pulled out a phone and played an audio for you, an audio that consisted of the person who screamed profanities at you earlier that day, the same person who made you miserable was sobbing apologies and begging you for forgiveness. " Mysterion ! " you gasped staring at him- shocked " They wont bother you now, dont worry i didnt hurt them . . . that bad " " I appriciate your worry and that you made them apologize but, please , promise me that you wont scare them that much again " you shook you head " Okay . . . i promise " " Thanks Mystie " you smiled and kissed his cheek causing a slight smile on his face to appear.

CRAIG TUCKER - ✮ •

━ A little like eric, CRAIG doesnt really show how much he loves you around other people (unless they insult you or poke fun of you) aside from holding your hand. In private though its clear he's head over heels in love with you.

━ Craig is alright when it comes to education, he isnt extremely good nor extremely bad he's average but he'll help you as much as he can when it comes to you needing help with school work, but he'll probably stop midway and stop you too claiming that 'its stupid'.

━ When this happens, Craig drags you to his room - since you two usually study around his house - so the both of you can play games, watch YouTube and cuddle with Stripe.

━ When he hears that someone decided to be a dickhead to you, he'll most likely beat the shit out of them- sending middle fingers over the next school years to them.

━ This guy can hold grudges, and he'll hold a really long grudge to anyone who makes fun of his girlfriend.

" Craig, for the love of god " you muttered, patching up his bruises when getting into the fight he never considered the fact that the other kid, who 'bullied' you was also strong but that was now in the past and it seemed to you that craig didnt care " So ? That asshole deserved it " he let out a hiss when the rubbing alcohol made contact with a cut " No one talks shit about my girl " he groaned, cupping your face looking into your sad and slightly disappointed eyes " I know that you care and im so greatful for that, but you dont need to " " But i do, you dont deserve to be hurt like that and i know you cant stand up for yourself, so i will " he pressed a kiss to your forehead with his busted lips " I love you [ nickname ] " " I love you too Craig " you held his hand, squeezing it.

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Mirror

♡ Synopsis — Diluc can't help but feel sorry for himself when he looks in the mirror, he sees his father staring right at him.

♡ Cw — mentions of death

Your husband, Diluc. He was different among other men you've met, his outstanding understanding of your problems was unmatched. He reaches out to you when he notices something is wrong, yet when it comes to him feeling down you have to stay away for he needs his alone time. Even if he needed someone to help him with his re-occurring nightmares, panic attacks, sleepless nights and burn outs— you won't see him ask for help. All you can do is stay and be ready for when he tells you he's ready to talk, yet he never really says what's wrong.

Now is no different either— as you walk past your bedroom door that was slightly open you hear soft sniffles and quiet sobs. You open the door quietly and see your husband with his face covered and scissors in hand sitting on the floor facing the mirror. Some of his beautiful red locks were cut off, not too much to notice a difference but definitely cut out of impulse, you rushed to his side with panicked steps yet careful and gentle enough so that he wasn't startled.

He turned to you almost immediately, his breath and hands shaky with blown out pupils. Your heart sank at the sight of him and his reaction snapped you out of reality. His hands dropped the scissors and his hands stopped covering his face, they moved to his arm where he started to scratch with his nails. His breaths were still unstable, almost unable to comprehend what to do, he's at his worst while you stood there with concerned eyes.

You walked over with caution "Leave.. please—please- please leave. Leave you can't— please just .." he stuttered with panicked movements, he avoided your touch, your presence seemed to tense him up more. "It's alright, darling. Talk to me" you said trying to reach out to him, with hitched breaths he shook his head as if a child refusing to take his medicine but this time he was moving with pauses, his head twitched when he felt your warm hands caressing his face gently.

He accepted your touch but his shaking never stopped, his eyes were still filled with terror— his body almost forgetting where he stood, he knew he was back to that little boy crying in his room and cutting his hair then scratching his arms and face- pulling on his hair when he's stressed, he's back to that small child who had no idea what he did wrong. "I'm here." You say slowly reaching for his hands "It's okay." You say with a gentle voice. Your hand finally reached his and you slowly directed it away from his arms and into yours. His arms were filled with scratches and bruises, it hurt to see him like this, your loving husband in such a state blurred your mind and made it full of him and only him.

As you guided his hands away, you slowly approached him while pulling his hands gently and slowly in order to hold him. He noticed and he twitched and you could see him blink faster— sometimes not even at the same time, he was still shaking yet he had no words. "Can you tell me what's wrong?" You say with gentle strokes to his hand, he fidgets with his shirt and opens his mouth to say something yet nothing comes out, his throat was closed, almost too much to process even for Diluc himself.

You saw how he tried to explain but found it impossible to even get a word out "It's okay, it's okay.. you don't have to tell me right now. I'm here 'luc, I'm here." With a small voice he whispers "okay" his breaths were still unstable, he buried his face in your neck where he cried, you stroked his beautiful red locks while whispering some sweet words of reassurance. "I see him every time I look in the mirror." He said after a few minutes, his sobs still ongoing "He died because I couldn't do anything — I failed him, I can't keep going on. Everytime I look, he's there, he's staring right at me. That same red hair and eyes, in complete disarray and disappointment. I can't fix myself, I don't want to go back. My heart feels as if it's being squeezed and torn apart every time I look in the mirror." His voice cracked occasionally, he started to grip on your clothes and you held his hand, rubbing it with your thumb while you continue to stroke his hair.

"You did well darling. You never disappointed your father. I cannot speak on his behalf but I know that he loved you dearly— more than his own person. Dear, you've never disappointed anyone. I don't know what you've been through fully and I never will but all I know is that I'm here now, I'm here to help you through this, you don't have to 'fix' yourself on your own, we vowed to be here for each other, remember? I'm right here, just tell me when you need me." You say as you guided his face to face you, his eyes were soft. He sniffles and nods, you see a small smile which turns into tears. "Thank you." He says with a small voice again "I need you, please." He says again with his eyes directly looking at you.

" and I'm right here darling, tell me how I can help you." You say smiling at him with gentle eyes "Just hold me for now, I can't conjure up words to explain how I feel." He says embracing you once again and nuzzling up to your neck once again. "Of course, though you can also just throw words at me, I'll understand. But for now I'll hold you then." You say with a deep breath.

The next day he spent the day at home being held by you and talking about his problems, his thoughts and he shed a few tears but now he felt better, he felt empty in his heart, but it was the good kind. Almost like he never had any pain to begin with, his chest was light, and his head was empty.

#diluc angst #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #genshin impact diluc #master diluc #crepus #angst #reverse comfort #gn reader #angst to comfort #angst to fluff #diluc comfort #:( i love him #diluc sad

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Lost, in the final part of the uprising, Levi tells Erwin, "Another gamble, the Survey Corps' only strategy. Just like everything else you come up with." I've seen people use this against Eruri, saying Levi didn't believe in Erwin's abilities and that it's another reason why he picked Armin over. I know that everything else contradicts this, but why did Levi even say this? Was he throwing shade? I can't see what else Erwin or anyone else could've done against the titans, and making gambles was really the only way to do it. They weren't fighting humans they could understand and try to outsmart. They were fighting giant man-eating monsters. So yeah, what's the point of having Levi say this?

Anonymous asked:

I saw someone say that when Levi insults Erwin, he does it genuinely. Do you think that's true?

I hope you don’t mind me answering both these asks together. First of all, let’s get this out of the way…

"I've seen people use this against Eruri, saying Levi didn't believe in Erwin's abilities and that it's another reason why he picked Armin over."

I can’t believe I have to say this in the year of our lord 20234. There is nothing in the manga, the anime, the supplementary materials or anywhere else to suggest that Levi “didn’t believe in Erwin’s abilities”. Levi picked Armin in order to save Erwin because he didn't want to condemn Erwin by dragging him back to hell to be the devil people like Floch expected him to be. At the same time, Levi relieved Erwin of carrying the burden of his dream and the guilt of the soldiers who died under his command, allowing him to die with his humanity intact.

But anyway, on to the real question - does Levi really insult / cast shade on Erwin. And the answer is yes, yes he does!

Considering Erwin is Levi’s superior officer, Levi is pretty fucking rude to him. To be fair, Levi is pretty fucking rude to *everyone*, though he does seem to reserve a particular type of familiar sarcasm for Erwin. The exchange in the infirmary is a classic example.

As is this gem from chapter 75. (I know @tsuki-no-ura has written a post about this exchange but I can't find it right now.)

There’s another great example from the Smartpass Up Close interview where Levi tells Erwin that his kids won’t be cute.

J: Then let’s not talk about that for now. How about just your own future dreams? L: Talking about future dreams at this age…how interesting. What do you think, Erwin? E: As for me…right. Retire to a reclusive area, or maybe have a family. J: I am surprised that commander seems surprisingly relaxed about this. E: My mind is currently filled with matters concerning the world, so I’m not in a position to pursue any dreams. But either way, you could say that I have an ordinary dream. L: How interesting. Your kids won’t be cute for sure. E: How about you, Levi? Would you go from hero to politician? L: That’s impossible. How could you even ask something that is so obvious?!

What I love about this example is that Erwin turns the whole ridiculous conversation back on Levi by asking is he plans to become a politician.

To go back to the original example from chapter 68 though, Levi is not wrong when he says the Survey Corps strategy is based on Erwin’s gambles. I answered another ask about Erwin’s gambles a few years back. Levi knows that Erwin is willing to take risks, this is one of the reasons he has chosen to follow him.

L: Well yeah…the guy’s ideas can be sometimes be so heartless that even I get goosebumps. Like when he deliberately sacrifices his subordinates. However, he has his goals, and he has been able to achieve them. J: Indeed, despite the sacrifices, the SC survival rate has increased ever since Commander Erwin was promoted to commander. Also, special missions like capturing the Female Titan actually became possible. L: That’s right. If Erwin was someone soft-hearted enough to compromise battle strategy, I wouldn’t follow him.

Levi might not hesitate to insult Erwin, but he's also the first to remind everyone that Erwin was rarely wrong.

I feel duty bound to point out that Levi is also really insulting to Hanji and to members of his squad. Coming from Levi, it’s a sign of affection really ♡

#asks #levi ackerman #erwin smith #eruri relationship #snk

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A List Of Books/Stories About Transformation

You ever seen those titles of extremely specific essays? If this was one of those I'd call it "A List Of Books That Contain In Whole Or In Part Some Amount Of Transformation, Or The Changing Of Oneself To Another That Has In Some Manner Been Fundamentally Altered From The Self You Used To Be." That was the original title but I didn't want to be mean.

I was rambling far too long about post TF on one of warmer-hotcakes's posts and they mentioned not being able to find stories with a positive relationship to transformation (as well as transformations that are permanent) so I wanted to put a few down in a list!

Granted, these are incredibly inconsistent in pretty much every way other than being SFF but hey, we take what we can get here. Plus they weren't wrong it is VERY hard to find these kinds of stories, half of the list at this point is self published novels on Amazon written by people I've met by chance in TF circles, to give you an idea. So, to pad it out I will add more tangentially related TF stories.

If anyone happens to have more stories feel free to comment them and I'll add them on! I will also add to the list sporadically if I feel like it.

Anyway, without further ado:

Wolven by Di Toft is about a kid finding a werewolf out in the woods. It's been years since I read it but it's got a fun dichotomy between a villain and a protagonist both suffering from partial werewolfication and the ways they deal with it.

Thousand Tales by Kris Schnee is a self published series of books set in the near future where an AI runs a video game that allows people to be "uploaded" into it. There's a lot of books that don't need to be read in any specific order focusing on different characters and is generally a more lighthearted approach to the topic than most, and also it has furries in it. There are books about people who upload immediately, people who do eventually, and people who never do. Not quite the same as adjusting to changes IRL but this is my list and I get to shill whatever I want. Also, it's some of the highest quality writing/editing I have seen in a self-published novel (especially TF novel).

How To Be A Hero: (And Part Time Dragon) by S. Blakeway is a book about a hero who gets defeated and turned into a wyvern by the Dark Lord. Her eternal torment is interrupted, though, by said Dark Lord sending her out on a quest, during which she has to navigate turning back into a wyvern every few days. It's fun and silly and has lots of TF and the author is a very nice and cool person. Go buy this one and the sequel and help me bother her into finishing the trilogy please.

Perspective Flip also by Kris Schnee and Shifting Tails by Paul Lotor are a pair of short story collections. These are more of a soft recommend; both include cases of protags adapting to transformations, and generally involve positive stories, but not all of them are great. Perspective Flip is generally good but Shifting Tails especially has stories that lean very far into the horny side of things as well as topics I was very much not into, but some of them were admittedly very enjoyable. Being horny isn't bad, of course; it's moreso that there is less "story" and more "hey wouldn't this TF be hot." To be fair, sometimes they are, but sometimes they stray far away from my interests, so take that how you will.

Wereworld by Curtis Jobling is something I read as a kid but I'm gonna be honest I remember almost nothing about it. However it is about therianthropes of all types and I like that so it's going on here. They even have sharks!

The Dragon and the George by Gordon R. Dickson. Full disclosure, I have not finished reading this one, and I do not believe it has permanent TF, but it does feature a dude who astral projects into a dragon and is generally a fine book.

The Dangers Of Wearable Technology by Serathin Sabertooth (gods I hope that isn't a pen name, that would be so cool). This is one that I don't really recommend? Which is odd, you might say, for a list of recommendations. Correct! I just have a complex relationship with it, which I will include in a post here so that I don't flood this list with unnecessary words.

That's all I can think of at the moment, but like I said, feel free to send suggestions my way and I'd be happy to read em/add em to the list! Obviously it's pretty short right now and I'd love to bulk it up as much as possible for all us COOL NERDS

#writing wyrms #dawdling dragons #transformation #book recommendations #book list #my stuff

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When You Have a Mild Injury (Albedo, Childe, Scaramouche)

Requested by dear 🎎-anon with some alterations by me~ After this I'll actually write the 500 followers requests skdfjslkdf. It's as the title says, when you have a minor injury (think a bruise or notable scratch, something that requires no hospitalisation)

Genre: Modern (College?) AU Word Count: 1.3k

Albedo

Medicine and first aid may not be his area of specialty but it’s likely knowledge he’s accumulated over his life. Albedo is calm and collected upon seeing your injury

He says he doesn’t exaggerate much but he’s still firm when you tell him your state is nothing to fret about. He orders you to take a seat on the couch so that he can prepare the necessary equipment

If you’re insecure about your injury being visible, Albedo will also offer to help cover it up with makeup whenever you prepare to go out. You accepted once out of sheer curiosity, you have no idea when or how Albedo became such a professional with makeup, your injury looking nonexistent

He becomes a mother hen, checking in on you more. If you come back to him with another scratch or bruise while your previous one hasn’t fully healed, he’ll just sigh and shake his head like a disappointed parent

Albedo’s head snapped to you when you broke the silence in his office with a sneeze. You hurriedly apologised, seeing yourself out to blow your nose as not to disturb him further. When your nose was suitably soothed, you re-entered his room, only to be greeted with Albedo sitting straight, looking expectantly at you as he gestured to the paper before him. Standing beside him, you looked at it curiously.

“What’s this?” You asked. Leaning down to get a closer look, Albedo instinctively pulled you onto his lap.

“Just a form I’d like you to fill out for me to keep track of your wellbeing,” he said simply.

“Bedo…” you sighed. “It’s just a little injury, it’s nothing.”

“Yes, but you’ve been showing symptoms of a cold or common flu as of late as well,” Albedo mused. “Correlation doesn’t mean causation, however it is never wrong to take precautions. I don’t want your health to worsen.”

He pressed the end of a ballpoint pen until it clicked, before passing it to you. You stared at his expression as his gaze remained fixed on the form he made. His expression was kept expertly neutral, but you knew better as his arms fastened securely onto your waist, his cheek pressed gently against your shoulder. Noticing your stillness, his eyes flickered up to you, waves of blue shimmering with concern under the light. You couldn’t help but press a quick kiss to his forehead before turning to fill out his form, earning an audible hum from him.

“Thank you, Albedo.”

“No problem, my love.”

Childe

The biggest surprise was how Childe had nothing to do with your current injury. You’ve suffered through plenty of light bruises and scratches with his playful shoving and antics. When Childe sees you tending to your wound, he’s automatically apologising while stifling a laugh

He can also be incredibly cheeky. He’s teasingly pulling you away from sharp edges and corners, sometimes even carrying you since ‘you always get yourself into danger’. Really, he just wants an excuse to touch you

He’ll gladly tend to your injury if you’ll let him. His hands are rough and calloused yet his touch is still light as feathers against your skin. He adores taking care of you, when you thank him he’s practically glowing

Childe tends to be melodramatic when it comes to your wellbeing - and you in general. He definitely told his family about you, his siblings sent you ‘get well soon’ cards and wrote as though you were on death’s doorstep. You were quick to tell them you were alright

“Hey cutie, you single?” You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s antics as he entered your place, bags in hand.

“Childe, what are you doing here? I thought you had classes today.”

You followed him as he walked into your kitchen, dropping the grocery bags haphazardly, letting ingredients spill across the table top.

“I told them I couldn’t go,” he shrugged. “I’m busy.”

“Busy with what?” You looked at him incredulously and Childe gasped in mock horror.

“‘With what?’ My partner has been mortally wounded and you’re asking me what I’m busy with?”

“Mortally wounded?” You showed him your injury. “This tiny thing?!”

Childe rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “An injury’s an injury?”

“Just say you didn’t want to go to class,” you turned your back to him, ready to go back to your couch and binge watch whatever’s on.

“Hey, don’t make it sound like that!”

You lurched forward as Childe tackled you into a back hug. Struggling to regain your footing, Childe steadied the both of you as he pressed his cheek into your hair and chest against your spine. “I just wanted to spend time with you, that’s not a sin is it?”

“But lying is,” you retorted.

Parting from you, Childe took your shoulders and turned you to him. His face was dangerously close to yours, lips slightly pouty and eyes wide. After a few seconds you groaned and shoved him away and he let out a victorious cry.

“Damn you and your pretty face,” you muttered and Childe just winked back at you before turning to prepare lunch.

Scaramouche

His initial outward reaction is to be smug. Chances are he likely taunted you, saying he saw this coming given your clumsiness. If it was a sports injury he backhandedly warned you prior, and now look at you hobbling back to him just as he predicted

You can tell him you don’t want to be a bother all you want, Scaramouche is tending to your wound whether you like it or not. The entire time he’s chastising you, telling you how dumb it was for you to get injured, but against his harsh words his hands are nothing but soft and gentle

If the injury was caused by someone, such as someone shoving you or throwing a ball at you, don’t mention their name if you want to keep seeing them around. Scaramouche will give them an earful if he figures out who they are, no matter if the injury was accidental or if they already apologised to you

“Thank you so much for helping me with this worksheet, (Y/N),” an acquaintance of yours whisked you to the local library.

“Don’t worry about it, what are friends for?” You chuckled.

“Just one question.”

“Fire away.”

“Who the hell is he?”

Scaramouche wrinkled his nose at your buddy.

“None of your goddamn business,” Scaramouche sneered as he crossed his arms, leaning closer into you.

“My boyfriend, Scaramouche,” you introduced and Scaramouche only huffed, tilting his hat down to let the shadows obscure his flustered face.

“Boyfriend or guard dog?” Your friend raised their eyebrows.

“Both,” you laughed and Scaramouche slapped your arm lightly.

“What did you do?” Your friend asked curiously. You displayed your healing injury and they started to giggle in response. “He’s all riled up from that?”

“It’s not my fault you can’t look after yourself,” he muttered, completely disregarding your friend and glaring at you. “I can’t even trust you to go outside by yourself. First it’s a scratch, then a bruise, then it’ll be broken bones and hospital unless I intervene. Don’t blame me for your incompetence.”

“Don’t mind him,” you smiled apologetically as you reached down for your bag, your arm accidentally hitting the sharp corner of the desk. You quickly retracted your limb with a stifled hiss but before you could look at it Scaramouche was already cradling your arm and scrutinising it.

“This is what I’m talking about,” Scaramouche chastised. “You’re actually a clumsy fool, you know that, right?”

“He’s very sweet,” you assured and your friend nodded half-heartedly.

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#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #albedo x y/n #albedo x you #childe x reader #childe x y/n #childe x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #everelegy genshin #everelegy writes #🎎anon

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llitchilitchi · 6 months

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This might be a lot to ask, but do you have, like, a monarchy restoration timeline? A general outline? Your comics are just always so cool.

okay I'm gonna fully reveal myself here - there was never any proper outline

one of the great things about working in a snippet format, with relaying the story out of order through in medias res comics or single pieces, there was never any pressure to make a fully canonical order of events or space things out. I could add things if I felt like they missed somewhere, hell, the whole romantic aspect of DNF can be ignored if you are not into it. I was influenced by a lot of other AUs of the time, like guard dog or aeri's revive book!Dream au, where things were vague and canon could change if people wanted it to change in a way

the overall idea for the first arc, though, was gonna be approximately this:

- Dream is taken to Kinoko and recovers for an unspecified amount of time - George and Sapnap start fighting over his presence and they realise that something is wrong. both try to ignore it and come up with different justifications for why it's okay to treat Dream the way they do - sometime after Dream's recovery, Karl returns from his time travel journey. Sapnap, worried about Karl possibly turning Dream in, tries to ease Karl into knowing about Dream's presence and finds out Karl doesn't remember Dream At All except for some early days minor conflicts. Sapnap then proceeds to lie to him and manipulate him into helping keep Dream safe - all the while, there is a search for Dream ongoing in the mainlands. Sapnap joins it to keep up appearances and works with Punz - Dream struggles trying to pull himself together while being constantly surveilled by George and Sapnap. he can't exactly go with his plan while they are around, he doesn't fully trust them after everything that happened. cue angst and arguing and everyone being absolutely horrible to each other - things get worse as things go on because the tensions are high and everyone is anxious. Dream, desperate to get Sapnap to listen, snaps about how he has no idea what he could even do to get Sapnap to listen to him at all. Sapnap tells him he might start by returning the crown to George. through Sapnap's pressure and George's much gentler but much more manipulative prodding, he gives in - predictably enough things are still not great but Sapnap gives Dream the benefit of doubt and listens to what he has to say - that eventually leaves to Dream revealing more and more about the prison and in the end revealing more secrets from the revive book as the Dream Team finally start pulling themselves back together

and that would be the end of the first arc! which would be marked by Sapnap revealing the death book to Dream and saying that he wants to make up for all the things he did to Dream while he was in Kinoko!

there were of course some side stories, like Dream and Tina becoming friends as was hinted at in one of the comics, or Niki finding out about Dream staying in Kinoko and reporting to the Syndicate, prompting Techno to come investigate (he knew about Dream being there but since Niki insisted he decided to come talk to the homeless teletubby. it was gonna be part funny part genuine and wholesome.) then, of course, there was the whole Karl plot, and the Punz plot, and a little bit more of DreamXD meddling and trying to get George's attention all for himself.

there were also plans for a second arc to the story that I have only few vague plans for. like Dream confronting Sam, Bad and Ant at some point about his treatment. (Sam was going to lose all his canon lives one at a time to each member of the Dream Team, actually :D) as one of my old sketches suggests, there would be a confrontation with Quackity, in which Sapnap would stand in between Q and Dream and take Dream's side in the conflict. Dream was going to revive Ranboo and there was going to be a full Endersmile Worked Together The Whole Time thing. also a Dream and Foolish allyship. somewhere.

I wanted to involve a whole lot more characters and I was always reminded of Someone by people in the tags/asks that I forgot about - these tags and asks helped shape a lot of the story

the second arc is a lot more Vague Nothing than the first one so I can't really add much lol

#asks #elmhat #monarchy restoration au #thank you for enjoying the au and the comics #it genuinely means a lot and kept me drawing for a long time

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generalluxun · 6 months

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What would you think if Re-verse Chloe really was trying to do better, but Emo Marinette still thinks of Chloe as an annoying bully because Chloe goes about it the wrong way? What if Re-verse Chloe constantly stalked Emo Marinette in order to look for opportunities to right her wrongs, and sometimes, if she thinks it's the last resort, instead of waiting for luck to come to her, she stages catastrophes so she can be seen to be helping Emo Marinette?

That could be a fun riff on things. There are lots of angles to take as long as it's not just the same stalemate we have in canon.

My own take on things: Audrey is one of The Supreme's minions. She's 'Bee-all' and this is out and Known.

Audrey is still the garbage mom, turned up to 11 because now she's not critiquing the famous, she *is* the famous.

Chloé still desperately wants her mother's love and attention and so apes her (worse) mother even more. We are talking big hats, bobbed hair, pants suits, and all the obnoxious tyrany.

It doesn't work and it visibly doesn't work. Audrey is around a lot so Chloé gets shot down relentlessly no matter what she does.

Emonette, having reformed, will go back to her universe with the proper frame of reference to do the single most powerful act a reformed villain can: reform another villain.

Emonette gets it, you see. She took the pain she felt and passed it on to others to make herself feel less weak and alone. So she *knows* this is the same thing Chloé is doing. She's seen it happen. She actually *relished* seeing Chloé shot down, it was the only payback she could ever get.

Now, emonette just wants the cycle of pain to end, for everyone.

So we can have emonette's own brand of though but direct intervention mirroring what was dine for her.

This keeps personalities close and allows the lesson of the special to be applied forward, both good narrative arcs.

#ask #ml paris #emonette #Chloést #I just made that up it's like Chloé but the most Chloé she can be.#ml paris spoilers

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allthingsfook · 1 year

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Pretty Mouth : D.R.W

Minors DNI !!! Mentions of: oral sex (M & F receiving), fingering (vaginal & anal), slight cock warming, rough & dominant sex (choking, slapping & spanking), degrading, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, spitting, & daddy kink.

Word Count: 3,685

After a stressful day, Danny comes home to a an already pissy -reader-. A foul attitude sets him over the edge… forcing him to get his frustrations out in a very sexual manner….

Sitting at your desk, you slump back into your chair out of frustration. You have been working on a project for hours now… with little progress. Mediocre tid-bits of information, lack of ambition, and zero attention makes for a recipe of defeat. The only thing working was your temper; your mom always tells you that ‘you get that from your dad!’ You throw your hands in the air and call it a night. No sense of sitting in front of your computer for another useless hour.

You hoof into the kitchen to pour yourself a drink; thinking the liquor will help you either produce some ideas or round your edges out. You stand there, rhythmically tapping your nails on the granite counter top while swallowing the whole glass. Once consumed, you pour another, but savor it for a bit longer. Out of frustration you abandon your drink and drape yourself on the counter, holding your self-critical mind in your hands. ‘How goddamn hard can it be! Or how hard do you have to make it y/n? And in your nature to get pissed off at the world when you can’t conquer it,’ you preach to yourself. You lift your head from your hands with a sour look. ‘Just like your dad,’ you mimic in your mothers tone. Those words followed you where ever you went. Sometimes that fueled you even more.

Just as you thought you might shed a tear, grave digging all your childhood trauma, you hear the lock on the door click and keys rattling. You wipe your eye quickly and take another drink, swallowing the cheap liquor and burning feelings. Danny marches through the door with a cold expression. Tossing his book bag on the floor and flinging his shoes off in frustration, but he can’t live without order so he puts them in their proper place.

“What’s wrong with you?” You force out to break the silence.

“Don’t give me a shit attitude, y/n. Not after today,” Danny snarks back.

You are taken back by such an abrasive response. Even when upset Danny never speaks so harshly, especially with you. You are used to him consoling you when you’re all ramped up. Instead, he walks past the kitchen and down the dark hall. Your not sure if you should follow or let him come to you. Before you make your mind up, he re-emerges with shorts and a cut off on. You raise your eyebrows and pucker your lips. You love when he gets into his ‘at home clothes’; he looks so tan and jacked. His curls tied back into a high bun. Fuck, you went nuts for him, but stubborn as you are, you don’t want to break your sullen facade. Without a word he opens the fridge, rummaging for food. He drops a container of left overs in the counter and yanks the drawer open to grab a spoon. Continuing to bang and slam things around, you clear your throat, hoping Danny would break the awkwardness. You didn’t even care if he was pissed and wouldn’t be so kind in his words.

“For the love of God, what?!” He groans.

You raise from your elbows and turn to meet his strict glare. He’s propping himself up with one hand, veins bulging down his forearm, and his other lands on his hip.

“What is going on with you tonight? Cool your jets, Danny.”

Oh, he hates it when you tell him to calm down. He hates it even more when you use his name like that. In that tone. So sordidly. You see him turning red. He grits his teeth behind closed lips, and clenches his fists. He is so enraged he can’t even come up with the words. You sigh and begin to walk away from the situation, but he grips your arm with force. You turn your head to him with a brazen look. As pissed as he was, he should know better than to fuck with you. You take his gripping hand and toss it away from your forearm.

“Don’t fucking touch me like that. I don’t give a shit if your mad… Never lay a hand on me,” you warn him as you raise a finger.

“How bold of you to say. That’s coming from someone whose response to every little inconvenience is to get pissed. You are just insulted that tonight I’m not babying you. Heaven forbid I have a bad day and I’m mad about it. Are you the only one in this house allowed to be angry, y/n?” He shouts at you.

“Fuck you,” you growl.

“No, fuck you,” he responds.

He grabs your arm again and pulls you into him. You squirm and try to resist. He holds you still with one hand on your shoulder, but tucks stray hairs behind your ear with the other. You suddenly feel his sincerity. He isn’t angry with you, just misplacing his feelings. He’s usually so level headed, never letting himself get this way, but even the best at keeping calm need to let out their frustrations at some point. He holds your burning cheeks between his large hands and pins you to the counter where you stood before. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead, apologizing with his eyes.

“Can we—“ he begins.

“Yes. Yes we can,” you give permission.

Danny forces you the other direction and pushes your shoulder so your face down on the cool countertop. He doesn’t hesitate to pull at the waist of your leggings, quickly exposing your bare ass. You hear him groaning in excitement. At this point you are soaking wet for him. You find him so sexy when he’s mad. The whole time he was yelling at you and grabbing your arm, you secretly melted over it. He gets down on his knees, and caresses your legs up and down. Motioning for you to spread them, his fingers linger a little higher, brushing against your aching core. ‘What a tease’ you think. As if all the fighting and yelling wasn’t enough to turn you on— and you think he knew it. Waiting for him to touch or lick you felt like an eternity. Finally, he spread you open and pushed his tongue against you. Your mouth drops open, little sound escaping. He laps at you slowly; extracting every ounce of woman you so preciously protect at any other time. Vulnerability is your biggest fear, but that all melts away as soon as Danny touches you in the right places.

Those stupid thoughts filling your head instantaneously disappear as you feel Danny’s finger slide in you. All it took was one downward motion to hit your g-spot and send your body jolting from the counter. Moans flow out of your mouth like honey from a jar; incandescent, smooth, and thick. Danny places his calloused hand on your back, suggesting that this is only the beginning. He stands up without withdrawing his finger from you. He plays with you with one hand, and combs your hair to the side with the other. After clearing his way, his lips fall onto your neck.

“God, it feels so good,” you breathe out.

“I know,” he replies between kisses.

His free hand snakes under your shirt and around your belly to massage your tits. He pinches at your stiff nipples sending a little prick of pain through your chest. Oh how you love that. Danny knows exactly how to do it all without overstimulating you; fingering your throbbing pussy, sucking on your neck, and squeezing your chest. It all worked your body over so perfectly you wish you never had to move from his embrace. His lips trailed up your neck and brushed along your ear. He exhales slightly with a barely audible sigh. You smile as this further ignites your lust for him.

“Mmm,” he lets out with a breath. “Can I be a little rough with you now?” He continues to ask.

You turn your head to meet his gaze. “Please daddy,” you plead with a smirk.

Danny flashes that devilish smile he always sports when you give him permission to what he wants. Immediately he clutches a fist full of your hair and cranks your head back. You wince in slight discomfort, but as he inches you back even further that discomfort fades to desire. You bite your bottom lip; silently telling him that you can take it. What a challenge you presented. Danny ups you by taking his finger out of your pussy and brings it to your lips. He advances it as your invitation includes your tongue wrapping around his digit and your teeth gently clamping down on him.

“Such a naughty girl,” he prods while towering over you.

You giggle partly due to the fact your looking at him upside down and partly because it makes your blush when he gives you those dirty little names. Once you’ve cleaned his finger of your own cum, he pulls it out with a pop! He smiles and releases you. You rub the back of your neck, realizing how sore it is. Danny doesn’t let you rest for a second. He then clutches the back of your neck. His fingertips tightening on each side below your ears. He guides your body to face him.

“On your knees,” he commands while massaging your neck momentarily.

It drives you wild when he treats you like his toy, but subtly reminds you that your the love of his life. You abide by his words and descend to your knees. As much as you wanted to put your hands on him and jerk his shorts down, you had to let Danny be dominant tonight; get his frustrations out. He slides them off along with his briefs. His half erect cock hangs right in front of you. You look up at him with pure eyes… yeah right! He knows you too well to buy into that. Danny takes his own girth in his hand and begins to stroke. You lick your lips thinking about the last time you had his cock in your mouth. Knowing damn well he will fold two seconds in and start fucking the back of your throat.

He places his thumb on your bottom lip. “Open that pretty mouth,” he asserts.

When you comply he moves his hand from your lip to the back of your head. He guides himself into you and lets you take over as your lips seal around him. Immediately his head falls back and jaw drops. You start slowly sucking him. Your tongue forms against his size; following his length as you rhythmically pull it in and out. Beginning to feel saliva pool in your mouth, you pull the tip to your lips, letting it drip down his shaft before jerking him yourself. He moans softly. Rotating between letting his head fall back, gazing down at you, and squeezing his eyes shut to ward off his release.

Although he could easily get off in your mouth, you know he wants to bust inside you— he cannot wait for it! With his grip still on the back of your neck, he starts pushing you back on his dick. As soon as he enters you, he thrusts himself to the back of your mouth…. Just as you predicted. Placing his other hand on your neck, he stabilizes you while he takes over. Deeper and faster he pushes into you. Your gagging, gargling and gasping for air, but Danny doesn’t stop. He won’t stop until he’s ready. Finally, he withdraws. Your huffing and flushed. Danny’s cock stiff and dripping with saliva. You both catch your breaths momentarily. Your eyes are heavy and you feel almost disoriented from how oxygen starved and worked over you are. Danny wipes your chin and reaches for your hand. You climb to your feet once more where you’re met with his strong embrace.

“Are you okay?” He asks in a heartfelt tone.

“Yeah,” you respond between little gasps.

“Are you sure?” He continues.

“Yes, let’s keep going,” you insist while sliding his shirt off over his head.

His hands dance at your sides before he lifts you onto the counter. You suction to the granite with your weeping core. Danny looks you over with sinful intentions.

“You had your moment of fun. It’s my turn again,” he states.

He forcibly spreads your thighs and dives right in. His nose rubs against your urning clit which draws a breathy moan from you. His tongue is all over you; lapping, wondering up to circle around your clit, and darting inside you. He reaches over to dip his fingers into the abandoned whiskey glass next to you. Not knowing how you’d react, he pushes his liquor soaked fingers in your cunt. It burns a little, but like most pain or discomfort, it turned you on. His arms hook around your legs to keep you from jolting away in pleasure. Every time Danny eats you out you cannot keep your composure. You squirm and whine and jump and plead with him— nothing compares. While working so hard to make you cum, he shoots quick glances up at you. When you open your eyes you catch him furrowing his eyebrows.

“What’s that look for?” You question with hesitation.

Danny continues to eat you up. Groaning behind his occupied lips.

“Excuse me. Your making me feel self-conscious here,” you whine.

“Shut up! The only thing wrong is you still have your shirt on,” he admits while rising to take it off.

Once you are completely naked he returns to his position to continue devouring your core. His tongue flicks vigorously against your clit as he puts three fingers inside your cunt. You squeal and unapologetically moan his name for all to hear. Your slamming your palms down on the counter in attempt to fight off your climax, but you know you’ll get there. You know you’ll get there many times for him. Picking up on your cues, he executes all the right movements to push you over. He continues to suck and flick your clit while fidgeting inside you. Over and over you warn him your going to cum. Faster and faster he goes. Your eyes are shut so tight your seeing stars, and your womanhood feels like a swelling balloon ready to burst all over his face. One last suck and your core bursts!!! Your body tenses then softly releases. As it does, your whole body lays flush with the kitchen island.

Danny stands, wiping his chin. He runs his hands over your pulsating body. He massages your boobs quick before grasping your shoulders to sit you upright. You help yourself so your face to face with him. He places his forehead against yours while looking deep into your eyes.

“I love you and I know you’re tired, but I have to fuck you,” Danny quietly admits.

You shake your head in agreement and lean back onto your arms. Danny slaps your thighs and motions for you to follow him. You briskly hop off the island and follow him into the bedroom. His back is so strong and tan. His muscles spasm as he adjusts himself. And you can’t help but admire his little butt. God, you felt like a dog! The old cliche of letting the woman walk up the stairs first so the ‘gentleman’ can check out her ass. Except it was you drooling over your tall, dark, and perfectly hung man.

He waits for you to enter the room then shuts the door. You drape yourself across the bed, waiting for Danny to pounce on you. Instead, he grabs you by the ankle and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. You giggle with enthusiasm as you love how rough he’s being tonight. He gives his cock a couple more strokes then spits on your pussy. He drags his dick through it before thrusting inside of you.

You both express intense pleasure as he introduces himself to your entrance for the first time tonight. Deeper he goes— filling you up— stretching you out. How could you be so tight around him when he just had three fingers inside of you? You could feel him pulsating inside of you. Through all the shit he has done to you tonight—looking up at him, fucking you, puts you on something else. It seems like your paralyzed; mesmerized by his facial expressions and echoes of sex. A piece of hair falls out of his bun and dangles in front of his face, but it doesn’t break his concentration on you. There’s nothing in this world that could distract him from you right now. You run your hands up and down his arms. He’s deep inside of you but it isn’t enough. You grind up against him, arching your back, and squeezing your thighs around his hips.

Danny opens his eyes and catches your gaze. With a stern stare he dips down and locks lips with you. They are so soft and rosey. He inserts his tongue and entangles it with yours. They dance around inside your mouth for a moment before he pulls back. He gives you another dark stare. Honestly, after how dominant he has been tonight, you are not sure what he’s going to do next. He grips at your chin, demanding you open your mouth for something other than his tongue and dick. He spits in your mouth. You shrink back into the bed, caught off guard. Danny releases his hold, unsure if you liked that. He’s never done it before, and at first tour not quite sure how you feel. Ultimately you shed a smile and in response he smirks.

“Danny—,” you begin.

Smack! Danny lays a slap across your cheek. The side of your face stays flush with the blanket for a second. You snap back with an erotic smile. You think he is shocked by how much you reacted.

“Come here you fucker,” you exclaim, pulling Danny down into another kiss.

He laughs, letting down his masculine wall. He pecks kisses all over your chest. You push his hair back and tuck the lock back into his bun. From your chest he peers up at you like a lost puppy. His chocolate eyes batting innocently. ‘What’s next?’ You think. His tongue hangs out, dragging across your skin— all the way up to your collar bone where he nurtures you further. As sweet and amazing as it feels, you are ready to get back to the hot, nasty sex. After the day you both had, it was needed. To prod him along, you sink your nails into his shoulders. He lets out an audible wince, but grins.

“Jesus! If you want my dick back in you that bad, just ask,” he jokes.

“Get to it, Daniel,” you snap back.

He chuckles and manipulates you onto your stomach. He massages your back and down to your ass then smacks it. Oh the sting! He pops his thumb in his mouth then circles it around your ass before shoving it in slowly. You whine as you are not used to him playing with your ass. With his other hand he rubs the head of his cock against your core— in and out— but only slightly. He getting off by edging the fuck out of you.

“You like that?” He asks, knowing what the answer will be.

“Like what?” You play along.

“Me fingering your ass,” he spits out while pushing it in further.

You gasp, but bite your lip. “Fuck yes, daddy,” you plead.

“That’s what I thought, nasty girl,” he groans.

He withdraws his thumb, grabbing onto your hips, and thrusting into you fast and hard. Your moans grow louder, almost screaming. If his hips smacking into your backside wasn’t enough he lays a few more slaps across your ass. They don’t hurt anymore, it just feels warm where he makes contact. While thinking about the welting handprints on your cheeks, Danny’s hand wraps around your throat and chokes you like a king cobra around its prey. You gasp and swallow hard.

“You want me to cum, you little slut?” He asks harshly.

Behind his rugged hold you manage to tell him yes. He lets go to work on his release. You bare down, squeezing his cock with your pussy. He always folds for that. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. Danny’s grunts and moans grow deeper and more frequent. He’s close.

“Cum for me. Fill up my sweet, little cunt daddy! I know you need this so bad, so do it! Burst so fucking deep inside me.”

“Keep talking to me like that you bitch,” he forces back out.

“Oh yeah. Cream my tight pussy, baby. I’ve came for you so much tonight, I want you to cum for me ,” you continue.

“I’m right there, y/n! I’m gonna cum for you,” he whines.

Five more deep, long thrusts brings him to his climax, and you feel his warm load coat your core. He pumps slowly while finishing off. He takes a drawn out minute to collect his breath and wait for the sensation to come back in his legs.

He pulls out of you and watches a couple drips of cum flow out of you. He smirks and slightly slaps between your legs. You chuckle. You roll over so you can watch him clean up. Even that is sexy. He grabs a shirt laying on the floor to wipe his semi hard cock off. Knowing you prefer a more hygienic way to clean up, he leans into the bathroom to wet a washcloth for you. He comes back to gently clean your thighs and ‘vag’. You smile down at him as he enjoys the whole experience, even wiping everything up. He tosses it in the laundry basket, and reaches out for your hand. You stand up with his pull. He smacks your ass playfully and smirks before giving you another kiss.

“Let’s hop in the shower,” he suggests.

“Only if it’s together,” you joke.

“That’s the only way,” he chuckles.

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talisidekick · 22 days

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I walk into a store looking for an item, specifically just a box of tea. Someone has rudely decimated the shelves. Tea boxes everywhere, dividers shoved aside, the only semblence of order is the price tags. I know the box by colour and label. I can see a few.

But I feel it.

Impulse control at 0.

It's just a shifting of dividers, a few boxes re-aligned here, match the SKU's to the tags in case. Check box expiry dates and order in most recently expiring first. And this store likes to double face with one box in front turned backwards so you can read the reprinted English ingredients label so to keep consistent I do the same.

I'm mid this process when two employees hit the aisle to do -exactly- what I'm doing. And one of them stops and asks what I'm doing. And I answer "Looking for tea." like that explains the sudden compulsion to reoganize an entire 6-foot length of shelf back to it's tagged spacing. And I get 'the look':

eyebrows raised,

slow blink,

that clear look of doubt. And the fear sets in. I'm going to have to explain that I can't grab the tea I want unless it's from the location it's supposed to be in. Someone messed up the shelf real bad and now I'm here sorting the product so I can grab what I need. But I'm also sorting everything else because I can't sort just one.

Thankfully, I don't have to explain because the other employee just comes up, says something in a language I don't speak yet and ushers him off to go further down the aisle. She then turns to me and just says "I have a nephew like you, I understand". And just waves at me to go back to what I'm doing. So I quickly fix the rest take the one tiny box I need and turn back to her to explain I matched SKU's, ordered by expiry date, and apologized that I'm sorry if there was a different display system or if I got it wrong. I get called "sweet" and I meander off to find my spouse. I'm up at the front counter when I see that lady again. Her tag says "manager". And a million things go through my head: I'm going to be banned, she's going to ask me to leave, I'm going to get told off ... but nope. A thumbs up is given and she says "You did it right, thank you".

You don't get to see my neurodivergencies act up on stream too often. But they're there. And it -sucks- when I get caught in a moment of no control. This time it was thankfully not a bad moment. Othertimes ... people don't understand. You can just take the box from the shelf, I sometimes can't.

#talisidekick #talisidekick things #neurodivergent #actually neurodivergent #ocd #adhd

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Life, believe, is not a dream, so dark as sages say (17k, AO3 link)

Four people inside the bank: codenames but no attempts to hide their faces and willing to execute people in front of a crowd of witnesses. Clearly rehearsed actions and an obvious plan which didn't involve anything you would expect from people holding up a bank. Others outside the bank with their own instructions and contingency plans.

This was not going to go by any kind of playbook Carlos knew, especially not one that had any intention of a happy ending.

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Carlos and Grace are in the wrong place at the wrong time, caught up in a bank hostage situation. How do you negotiate with someone when it's not about money but about causing harm? And how do you cope when you're the target of it all?

They say it takes a village to raise a child. It took a damn city to write this fic. This has been a long time coming and would not have gotten to this stage if it weren't for everyone who has helped me along the way.

In no particular order, I want to thank: @slayerkitty, @bubblesandroses8, @sapphire11, @queen-saltyfries, @doublel27, @chaotictarlos, @bisexual-unicorn0, @harryhorrorpictureshow, and everyone else on this hellsite who has sent me love and encouragement.

Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. For your help, encouragement, ideas, lines, support, prodding, translations, and for generally not giving up on me.

Title comes from the poem "Life" by Charlotte Brontë

Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day.

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Carlos likes to think he's a patient man. He has to be. As a patrol officer he's one of the go-to guys for canvassing, asking the same questions, often recording the same answers. He's sat on duty desks during the graveyard shifts where the biggest event was his cell phone battery dying and robbing him of his only distraction.

Hell, he waited TK Strand out and now look at them.

Carlos likes to think he's a patient man but god help him if this queue at the bank wasn't making him re-evaluate that conclusion. He's actually convinced that he's further back than he was when he started. He should have come earlier. Or left it until later. Or another day. He's waited this long, what was another day? He'd have another day off at some point, a day when TK was at work and he could run this errand. He could absolutely do this another day.

Maybe he'd spend that day in this same queue.

"Hey, honey," came a voice beside him and he turned to see Grace slipping into the line next to him. She flashed a smile to the person behind them and linked her arm with his. "Please let me cut in, I swear I cannot spend my day off in this line," she added quietly.

Carlos laughed softly and patted the hand that was on his arm. "Of course, darling."

"D'ya think they do this on purpose?" she asked. "Put fewer people on the counters just before lunch?"

"Should be a crime if they do," Carlos muttered.

"Feel free to have a word," Grace laughed softly.

"Maybe I will."

"So what brings you down here?" she asked. "I would have thought you'd be all online for everything."

"Normally I am," Carlos said. "But you need to come down in person to close the account so this is how I'm apparently spending my day off."

"Me too," Grace sighed.

"Isn't Judd on shift?" Carlos asked. "You leave Charlie in the car?"

"Window's cracked," she quipped. "No, she's in day care. Lord knows I love that girl more than life itself, but her momma was a whole person before her and sometimes I think I forget that. Like there's not a thing of mine that doesn't have her stuff in now, don't think I own a bag that doesn't now have diapers and wipes and bags in." She paused for a second. "Does that make me a bad mom?"

"I think that makes you a good person. Taking time for yourself means Charlie gets the best version of you."

"This is why I like you," she laughed.

"Being a parent can't be easy."

"No, but it's amazing. And unexpected sometimes." She caught Carlos' look of confusion and smiled. "Wyatt," she added by way of explanation.

"Right. Yeah."

"Judd took to bein' a father like the proverbial duck with Charlie, and he stepped right up with Wyatt too, making plans for trips and days out and spending time with him. I think Judd's tryin' to make up for missing out on so much, even though it weren't his fault."

"He's a good man, Grace."

"He's the best. Family comes first for him, full of love, nothing's too much. Think you've got one of them yourself."

Carlos smiled in agreement. "Yeah, I do."

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#tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #911ls #otp: hey baby #writing jen is writing #tarlos fic

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