18 years and nearly 1 month old (just in case: i'm not a minor, so please let me read your fantastic works, my dear writer!!!!) (Oh god I'm 20 now... time has flown...)
Your name was never Alyss, you were never the youngest daughter of Otto Hightower nor the sister of the infamous Queen Alicent. You were never supposed to be here, in the middle of the strange world that you had only seen on the drama, meeting all the people who had used to be impersonated by your favourite actors and actresses.
Your mind no longer belongs to a newborn baby, nor the toddler that was taught to be a lady, nor the teenager who was betrothed to the mighty Daemon Targaryen. Yet, you found yourself lying tummy down on the floor, your face was buried in the dung of horses while the very Prince was lying next to you, laughing like a maniac.
(I’m a third year med student so I write this fic just to note what interesting things I saw in my class :v English is not my mother tongue, I don’t use English often, I don’t use AI to check my grammar nor spelling so all the mistakes that I made were purely from the hatred I possess toward this language!!!! I’m a disgusting soul of evil who eats bananas with fish sauce and enjoys pineapples on pizzas, so beware of what you’re gonna read!)
P/S: Reader didn’t have a name, I always emphasize it but reader lived in the body of Alyss. Daemon doesn’t love Alyss. Daemon loves you. And… reader is a third year med student (like me hehe) but don’t worry I'll get some characters to explain everything i wrote in this fic before you encounter any problem in the story. I change the ages of characters to fit my plot so please don’t be confused, i’ll try my best to explain it in the story.
Tags: Daemon x F!Reader, longfic, isekai, time travel, dead characters, pe...do? (I'm not really sure but Daemon definitely loved an underage reader but the reader kept calling him pedo), slowburn, dead dove do not eat, mostly about you struggling with the new body and new world and medical stuff i like in school. Comedy but dark comedy, i'll update later if i have more...
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Chapter 1
Darkness.
Darkness danced before your sight, like a lady whose soaking dress was swirling around under the heavy eyelids. As if the viscous dress itself was living; it gouged your eyes, squeezing them, smashing them into pieces. Then it smeared those very pieces onto the canvas of the night, painting the milky way shining for eons.
Pain.
Pain crawled under your skin, holding a rotten blade made of a thousand metal breeze, cutting your throat with all its power. It shed your vein, it bled your muscles, it tore your flesh away with rusty flakes blending into your blood, it left a burning trail from your lung to your voicebox.
And when the blood-stink trail found its way out of your lips, turning into the force of air, you cried.
Your ears were so hurt, as your own cries were pounding against your eardrums, deafening the other sounds. It was so cold, it was so hot, it was so clammy all at the same time. Your chest exploded with the pain you have never had before, making you scream out and your body moved unconsciously.
You could feel someone shouting over your right ear with a strange voice, and on your left someone was panting while murmuring something too loud yet too hard to be heard. You could feel, but you probably could not fathom it.
Your arms were restricted when you tried to control them, and something so giant and warm wrapped around your body.
“It’s … girl, my…”
You could hear it now, when your own cry slowly faded and made place for the strange voices flying over your head.
“... oh, such … pretty girl…”
“... had your hair, … lord…”
“... give … lady A-leer-ee…”
English. That was what you could recognize from those faint sounds, or at least they sounded like English. The way they spoke was so bizarre, their accent, their way of addressing, all were so strange to your burning ears.
You kept crying and crying, your eyes were so heavy as the soaking dress of the darkness still suffocated you. You could feel something soft touching your skin and something aromatic dancing through your nostrils.
You were welcomed by the rhythmic rise and fall of something. Something that was so enormous yet was so tender.
“Lady A-leer-ee.”
“Lady A-leer-ee…!”
“My lord!”
You could hear clearly now, and your glued eyelids slowly escaped the capture of the canvas of the night.
“Congratulations!”
Someone cheered when something else touched your arms. You could feel it patting your skin while you tried to let the light slowly invade your sight. It was so bright when the night faded away, the shining stars turned into lines and curves, mixing themselves to shade the grey space before you.
You could see something looked like flesh but it was so pale, something that looked like silk but was entirely hazy, translucent gray. Something blended with lines of varying gray shades flowing around like water gliding across.
“My lord, what do you want to name her?”
The tender flesh that had been covered around you rumbled with the sound, and the thing that touched your arm held you so tight with such gentle force. You turned your head, and you saw a giant with a hazy figure, he was standing quite far to be seen clearly and his faint gray eyes looking back at you.
“A-liss Hightower.”
Your eyes widened, as the memories of a distant book series came into your mind and helped you to guess the meaning of it.
Alice Hightower.
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It had been days since the day you realized you had been pulled out from the body of another woman. And everything you could remember was the faint lullaby of her and the comfortable smell of the liquid you drank. You kept sleeping and waking, but mostly sleeping because after you drank (and you guessed the liquid was milk), your brain seemed to love forcing you to sleep. You had been living at the intersection of reality and dreams.
You dreamt about your past life, about the days you were in the medical university. You still remembered vividly about the times you were hanging out with your friends and in some dreams, they were chatting about what you had learned.
“The uterine contractions during labour and the “vaginal squeeze” at delivery make the fetus change position, therefore compressing its highly compliant thorax.”
“Could you speak human-ese?”
“The baby’s chest is pressed by the vagina of the mother when she pushes the baby out of her womb. So all of the liquid from the lungs that contains oxygen is cleared and then,” one of your friends gestured with their hands, “Boom, their chest expands to breathe like a normal human by crying.”
“I wonder whether it’s a painful experience or not.”
“I don’t know either, but they won’t put it in the test so I don’t really care.”
“Lemme check it.”
“So… it means if they don’t cry, they die?”
“Maybe?...”
“You guys will get such bad grades.”
“Oh shut up.”
“You shut up.”
It has been a lifetime since you had that conversation with your friends. And in some dreams, you saw they were bantering while waiting for the professor. Your favourite professor and he favored you too. He was always late to school and you wondered how many disciplinary actions he's received already. But he was an amazing teacher after all.
“I bet he won’t be here in 30 minutes.”
“Nah, 15 mins max. He’s just got the third warning this month.”
“By the way, do you know the newborn baby can’t see? They just see black and white and things in gray. They are practically blind. ”
“Why now? Let us rest, nerdy.”
Your friend group groaned as they wanted to rest their mind for some minutes, not to revive the lesson.
“Ah about that, how many days does it take for the baby to open their eyes?”
“Within a minute, dude? We aren’t dogs!”
“Urg, you guys will get such bad grades.”
You chuckled, as they were so chaotic even in your dreams. And before you could say anything, you heard peaceful footsteps echoing through the hallway.
“Morning, class.”
Your professor opened the door and closed it so peacefully, as if he wasn’t 20 minutes late to class. All the class stood up to greet him and then they sat down.
You kept dreaming and dreaming. Sometimes you saw you were sitting in the lab with your professor, sometimes you saw yourself stealing his pen as… well, everyone had to lose a pen in hospital once, so you gave him a chance to experience it.
Sometimes you saw yourself studying all nights just to get better grades and then the grade won’t meet your expectation, and sometimes you saw yourself cutting all your nails just for the OSCE test, where you go room to room to show your teachers that you know how to check, treat, and talk to patients within 5 minutes per room.
You were floating in a river where water kept reflecting sceneries you could not know were dreams or your real memories. You could see your friends, your families, your professors, could hear them, but could not touch them.
And when you opened your eyelids, you could not know if you were still sleeping or it was just another dream.
You saw a giant woman looking at you with such love in her eyes, making your chest rise with so much affection you were unfamiliar with. She was smiling and poking your cheeks. You wanted to ask who she was, but when you opened your lips, your tongue got stuck and dropped on the bottom of your mouth.
“You’re drooling, little Alice.”
She chuckled, using something gray to wipe your mouth and then kissing your forehead. She smelled really good, and her breasts, oh her breasts, were what captured your eyes. You could not understand why but you drooled when you looked at them and your stomach rumbled. You told yourself that was just the biology of a newborn as their saliva glands were quite active. But it didn’t explain why you drooled too much before drinking. It was always like that until you slept again.
The days passing to you were so tedious. They were just eating, crying (you could not stop or else you couldn’t breath, you hated that so much) and sleeping. You kept opening your eyes, then closing them again.
They said isekai was a funny thing to experience but to you, it was a torment.
The days kept repeating. Repeating. Repeating. Days. Weeks. Months. You could not tell.
Sleeping.
Waking up.
Crying.
Drinking.
Sleeping.
Waking up.
Crying.
Drinking.
Sleeping.
Dreaming.
Crying.
Waking up.
Everything kept repeating and repeating. Days and nights to you were the same. You could not speak as your tongue was too big. You couldn’t understand why your head was so painful until one day you realized your hands weren’t yours to control so you gripped your hair unconsciously. You couldn’t help but drool all the time, while the people around you kept appearing and disappearing immediately in front of your eyes.
You tried to comfort yourself, trying to reason that your new brain couldn’t control itself functionally yet so it could not recognize people without looking at their faces. You remembered your professor once said babies could not know that things still existed when they were hidden.
“They don’t have object permanence,” he had said when you had asked him about why the babies loved peek-a-boo.
“What does that mean, professor?”
“The realization that people and things still exist even when they are hidden from view.”
You had thought it was such a weird way to process the information, until you were a baby again. You tried to remind yourself that you weren’t a baby. And you weren’t Alice. Or Alys. Or Alyss. Or Aelys. Maybe it wasn’t Alice.
You sighed when you thought about that.
You weren’t sure if your name was Alice or not, as George R. R. Martin loved to name people with such same pronunciations. The days were so boring that pronunciation could be a great interesting thing to your mind, apart from colorful toys other giants kept shoving to your face.
And among them, there was one person you knew.
Alicent Hightower.
When you first heard her name, you knew your fate had the greatest humor to throw you in the world of House of the Dragons. You had thought you would deal with this situation worse than you did, but all the exhausted days and dreams kept your mind dizzy and made no room for horror. You should have been scared when you woke up as a baby. You really should. But all the new senses occupied your brain, or this body’s brain, so you were busy panicking as a prisoner, not as a lost person who was thrown into a new strange world after a snooze.
And now you had time to think about it when you were looking at Alicent. She was just a little girl, no more than… you couldn’t know, she looked like other giants. But shorter.
“Careful, my love, you will scare her.”
“I will, mother. But she loves me too.”
You tried to roll your eyes when you heard that. You didn’t “love” her, you were just observing her face and then your brain told you to giggle when she touched your belly.
“Sleepy Lissy,” she teased you, poking your cheek like the giant mother of yours and kissing your forehead. Like mother, like daughter. But you didn’t complain because she smelled as good as the A-leer-ee lady.
Or Alyrie Florent.
You knew her name from the movie cause George RR Martin didn’t mention her name in the book. You sighed again at the pronunciation.
When Alicent was a lovely sight to look at, even you could not figure out her shape as your eyes were so blurry, your brother wasn’t.
“Mother! I came to see the new lady!”
Alyrie sighed softly and you knew she was smiling affectionately at the voice. A boy, a little higher than Alicent, walked into the room with such force making your little thin hair fly.
“Hush, my little Gwayne, keep your voice down.”
“Oh, she looks like a monkey, mother.”
“She’s just one week old, my boy, she will change.”
One week?
Just one week!?
You could not believe in your new ears. You had thought it was a lifetime and it was just one week!?
Maekar has lived in Summerhall for a long time right? So maybe some decades after Baelor's death, Maekar sometimes forgot that Baelor was dead and wrote him a letter but then realized the letter would never reach him
Well... Jena wasn't there when Baelor died, and... in the same year, both of her sons were dead from an infectious disease. So I doubt that she even had any chances to touch or look at their faces the last time-
i'm planning on a fic where reader was a spoiled daughter of Daemon Blackfyre but was captured by Baelor and thing goes on. Your dad, also your lover, died and you hate Baelor so much although he wasn't the one who killed him. Baelor let you stay as a healer in red keep but years later you two felt in love. You wanted him to be everyone's future king but you also wanted his death was yours as you still needed to revenge for your father. You saved Baelor after the Trial of Seven but he had fine motor disability after that. You saved his sons in the Great Spring too but because of working too much, you slowly have short vision. He started to be your eyes while you help him with shaving, button his shirt or writing,... then one day, you could not see him anymore and he guild your knife to his neck. Like your father, Baelor always gave you what you want. So now he gave you what you had been wanting - his life.
Tag: Sandor x Baratheon!princess!Reader (or Lannister, i didn't specify that). READER LIKES CHICKEN, that's the reason why this fic happened. Brainless silly plot. Sandor is a perv as he is horny when eating good food, chicken chicken chicken. Cursing cause it's Sandor. Implied sexual content but no smut.
English isn't my first language, but chicken is my first love.
(I intended to make this an NSFW fic where Sandor takes you while you feed him chicken, but i was too lazy to finish... so... here the SFW one)
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You like chicken.
As the oldest princess of Baratheon, you had duties to learn to be a proper lady and be a perfect princess for Robert could marry you off to any lord he wanted, though all of your passion was spent on finding the best recipe for every chicken you eat.
Chicken stew, poached fowls, spit-roasted capon rubbed with exotic spices brought from across the Narrow Sea,...
With the advantage of being a royal, you could have all the spices you wanted, even if they were as rare as dragon eggs or as expensive as a ship for just a spoon. Robert loved to spoil you, so he couldn't deny you such things.
You made friends with the cook, and often appeared in the kitchen zone to make sure that they made the chicken the way you like. All of your meal was made by the most talented chef and you enjoyed eating so much.
Those chickens were beyond delicious.
Some might say the Seven themselves must have blessed your way with the capon. Servants standing near those dishes would have bent their knees just for a taste of them if they had any chance.
Sometimes you spent time eating alone in your own room. But sometimes when you had dinner with your King, your Queen, and your siblings, the maid made sure to place the chicken in front of you. No one bothered how much you like chicken, or no one dared to bother.
But the Hound did.
Standing after the prince Joffrey, his eyes casted to your mouth when you, who sat across at the other side of the table, bit the chicken wing which was perfectly poached. Its skin was as gold as the fucking hair of the cunt prince and it was juicy.
Your lips were covered by some juice and you subtly licked them with your little tongue. The scene was enough to make him narrow his eyes. The Hound didn't like the way you eat those chicken wings. You were a lady in a blue dress, of course, you weren't allowed to hold the chicken in your hand and devour all the meat on it. Looking at how you leave the bone with tons of white flesh, his jaw tightened.
He wanted to chew those chicken bones, digesting all the delicious, mouth-watering meat in the scrap bowl of yours. Someday, he also had the thought that maybe, maybe you might be at your mercy to spare him some legs or the neck of the chicken. He wouldn't admit that he would growl the "thank you" to you if you did that. But it was just his daydreaming about those fucking chickens.
He could not eat chicken at some bar in the Flea Bottom anymore, not after that one time he was given a chance to have a taste of your chicken. It was a hot day when the food was easily spoiled, you were busy sniffing and tasting the new spices for too long that you forgot to eat your breakfast and now it was past midday. Then Joffrey came to your room as he wanted to show off his new crossbow and to scare you a little bit.
"Sister, careful" he said when he shot the arrow at your sack, but he missed so the arrow just dig itself into your table just right under the sack, making it drop and then he laughed when the nutmegs rolled on the floor.
"Joffrey!" You yelled, but he just laughed louder and walked into your room. Your maid help to collect those nutmegs while you use your hand to cover the edge of the table for her.
Joffrey looks at the maid's buttocks before gazing at your meal on the table. It was fowl baked in clay, a low-born way of cooking, but you liked that as it could keep all the juice of the meat and could make the chicken sweeter.
"Ooh, chicken. Let's share it with the dog" he said then plucked the arrow out of the table, stabbing it into the chicken, making its juice splashed on your blue dress and shoved it into the Hound's face.
The Hound easily caught it with his mouth, not wanting to get the chicken into his eyes. But when he bit the meat, his eyes widened.
"No, Joffrey!" You gasped, quickly stood up and wanted to take the arrow out of his mouth. "Please, don't eat that, it has gone off, you would have a stomachache!"
The Hound stepped back, he didn't want to get too close to anyone, especially ladies. He still chewed the chicken, and to his dismay, it was beyond his imagination. The flesh was too soft as the tits of the most expensive whore he once threw her corpse out of Joffrey's room and tasted better than anything he had ever eaten in his life.
Fuck.
It was too good.
Too fucking good that his mouth could not stop chewing and tasting the meat before your horrified eyes.
"Please, Ser, stop eating..." you pleaded, not as sweet as the chicken to his ears but sweet enough to make him stop for a moment.
You released a breath, intending to smile at him but he chewed again.
This chicken was fucking delicious.
Joffrey laughed aloud, he smacked the buttocks of the maid and walked out. He loved bothering you like that, he did these things from 5 to 8 times a fortnight just to see you yell and panic.
You hold the hand of the maid to calm her down and look at the back of the little prince. Then you cast your eyes to the Hound who was so huge that almost filled your sight when he was close to you.
The Hound chewed the chicken, looking at you.
"Ser..."
"I'm not a Ser" he said with chicken in his mouth. He looked at your worried eyes, thinking why they were always so bright and shining in their own way. He wondered whether they would be as bright as they were now if you cried.
"Please, Clegane, don't swallow it..."
He swallowed.
Seven fuckers.
The apple of his throat bobbed as the meat slid down his gullet.
He growled deeply, it was so sweet that make him want to close his eyes and moan like a dog in heat. It was too, too, too good. The piece of meat brushed against the base of his tongue, causing his mouth to water even more. The smell of it evaded his nostrils and he was scared to breathe out because it would waste the chicken. He was blessed by the Seven, the pleasure coming from his mouth made his body feel like he was fucking ten whores at the same time.
You were confused by the growl, looking at your maid while she was as confused as you. Then you looked back at him and smiled, asking him nicely again.
"Clegane, it has gone off, you would be sick-"
"Dog! Where are you!?"
Joffrey yelled back and the Hound huffed.
"Let me throw it out for ya, little princess" he said, snatching the rest of the chicken to put it in his bag and walking off, not staying long enough to hear you whisper to yourself when your eyes followed his broad shoulders.
"I'm not little..."
That was the first time he ate your chicken. He still remembered its taste even in his dream. But from that moment, you noticed that the Hound kept staring at you whenever you had dinner with your family. He wanted chicken. Your chicken. Not of anyone else.
So you started to share your meal with the Hound.
It was a strange choice of a princess so most of the time you just put your chicken in a paper bag and told the maid to help you find him. You would go there alone and give it to him.
"Yer wasting paper."
"It tastes scrap."
"It's midnight, stop wandering".
That was how he showed his gratitude to you. He accepted your chicken too quickly and urgently that he almost tore the bag and shoved it in his mouth.
He fucking liked your chicken. Even when he pleasured himself in the middle of the night in his own chamber, he still imagined eating your chicken. He didn't remember when he stopped thinking about women's breasts, some under the blue dress, some just came from his imagination, and started thinking about chicken instead. The taste of it drove him crazy, making him addicted as if you put drugs in it.
You kept giving him chicken, and it made him greedier.
"Chicken"
"My name isn't chicken, Clegane" you giggled as he greeted you when you were at the place where no one else was around. You gave him the bag, and he tore it off immediately, starting biting the whole chicken. Yes, you saved a whole chicken for him even though you wanted some chicken too. You liked chicken as much as him after all.
"You shouldn't be here at this time" he said as he enjoyed his food. He wished he could have some beers now, but this was enough to put him in heaven. You smiled at his words, stepping closer to him, one hand behind your back, the other hand reached out to pick up a piece of paper on the chicken bone he was chewing. You know he would destroy the bone too, you just didn't want him to eat the paper.
"You would protect me, wouldn't you?" you lingered your hand a little near his chin, then you retreated your hand to yourself.
"I just do my work, i work for the prince."
"But i give you chicken, every day!" you pretended to be hurt, you put your hand on your chest, gasping playfully.
He looked at your breast; the corset made them look bigger than without it. He wondered if they tasted as good as the chicken.
The fuck was I thinking?
The Hound grunted, then continued eating. He bit the chicken drumstick in his mouth, searching for something in the bag.
"Where's the gizzard?" he asked, looking at your face. You smiled, giving him another bag you held behind your back all that time.
"I asked the chef to make this a little special today. I guess you would like it"
"Your chickens are always edible," he said, and it made you smile brighter. Too bright for his eyes.
He took the bag, opened it and poured everything in the bag into his mouth.
Fuck...
He groaned. Gizzard was the best part of the chicken; it was chewy yet tender, soaking up every drop of the rich, flavorful broth you taught the cook to prepare. He closed his eyes to enjoy, as you could see his other hand gripping the chickens too tightly that almost ruined the meat.
You giggled, and it didn't help him much.
"I will die for you"
"Oh?" you were surprised when he said that, he was overwhelmed by the taste of your chicken. You giggled even more, then you stepped closer and closer.
"I don't need you to die for me" you said. "Just a thank you is enough."
"Aye" he nodded, enjoying his gizzard and shoved some chicken meat into his mouth.
You looked at him for a while, then raised your eyebrow: "So?"
"So what?" he frowned, not knowing what you were talking about.
"My 'thank you', where is it?" you smiled. You were standing too close that he could count your eyelashes. "Or... you could share a bite with me? I love chicken too."
"You have chicken everyday"
"Yes, but currently, I save it for you"
He looked at you, then the chicken, then you again.
"Thank you" he said, continuing to eat the chicken without sharing.
You laughed, your voice was as sweet as the broth he tasted inside the muscle of the gizzard. You kept watching him enjoy his food, the corridor was painted by the shadow of you two.
He was so tall that his figure could envelope your space and for some people, it would be so terrifying. But for you, it was... safe. You didn't understand why you had such a thought. Looking at his ruined face, you studied it and absent-mindedly reached out to touch it. But you stopped before you actually did that.
He looked at you, staring into your eyes for a moment. Your eyes were so big. Or maybe it was his imagination, but he swore that you could hold all the silhouettes of him inside your eyes. If that wasn't mean big, he didn't know if there was anything else big.
He could see your irises slide down a little as if you were looking at his lips. That look was so innocent yet seductive that he felt his trouser tightened.
"Here" he said before tearing some meat for you, you didn't take it by your hand. Instead, you lean closer and open your lips, taking all his meat inside your mouth. You looked up at him while his two fingers were still inside your warm and wet little mouth, your tongue stroked his thumb in such a slow and irritating way.
"Don't start it," he said, his voice rough and too deep, sending a chill down your spine.
He knew he shouldn't stand still like a fool like this, but your blue dress kept haunting his dream for a while, then your chicken, and now... your tongue. He was a monster, and a monster couldn't be with the blue dress princess.
You could see how he hesitated, you withdrew with a pop.
You kept looking into his eyes, seeking any affection he had for you to keep doing this. But all was hesitation.
"Sandor"
You whispered, your voice was sweeter than any chicken he had ever tasted and he had to admit that it would be the sweetest thing he would ever hear.
He leaned in, the chicken in his hand was long abandoned.
His breath was hot on your skin; it stank of steel and chicken. Both of his hands were dirty, he didn't dare to touch your delicate skin but he just wished to taste the softest meat he would consider - your lips.
He kissed you, and you could taste the meat from his lips. It was your recipe after all, which meant it was beyond delicious. Sandor was beyond delicious.
"Clean yourself, my chamber has more chicken."
You whispered, as your hands wrap around his neck and you wanted to pull him down but he grunted and shook his head.
"Go back to your chamber. I can't do this."
"You've just kissed me?"
"I'm sorry."
He said, then walked away, but you could see his ears were red, and by the seven heavens, you could catch a glimpse of a tent under that armor. How big was he?
Not as big as your chicken, you believed.
Or maybe bigger.
You slapped yourself mentally before you called over him: "Tomorrow I have clay-baked chicken. Clean yourself before coming."
Thorin x You. My weird thought at night after reading this
Warning: NSFW, MINOR DO NOT INTERACT. I'll block you if i know you're underage.
Anyway...
You love both Thorin and Rinrin at the same time.
When he kisses you, you call his name in such a sweetest way ever.
"Thorin..."
You moan his name, kissing him again and again and again. But when he is thrusting into you, his mouth hovers above yours and his hands spread your legs, you moan.
"Mm... Rinrin, please... harder"
That Lil boy named Rinrin becomes bigger, you could feel the vein throbbing around it. Rinrin is killing you with its warmth and length, keep digging into your wet slutty hole. And when Rinrin spills its seed into you, Thorin smirks and grinds his hips harder so Rinrin could be deeper inside you.
Hm... first time writing smut, i hope it would be okay enough to read 😭 English is not my mother tongue so please bear with me😔
Anyway I have praising kink, not only the normal praising but also the cooing, sweet talking, baby talking praise 🥹 So... here we are, Thorin x f!Reader smut where he (fully clothed) praises his sweetheart while you (naked) sit on his lap on the throne. It might be OOC but it's a fanfic, who cares??? 😭
MINOR DO NOT INTERACT. I'LL BLOCK YOU IF I KNOW YOU'RE UNDERAGE!!!!!
So... here we are.
(Before you read, hear the sound when Thorin "aah" in the blooper where his key got stuck in the door)
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"Why are you so good for me, sweetheart?" Thorin smirked when his hands grabbed your hips, bucking slowly and making you gasp. You tried to close your mouth, but with every slow but firm thrust of him, you just could not. Saliva drooled on your chin, to your neck and collarbone. When it reached your naked breast, Thorin leaned in.
His flat and big tongue touched you, his breath made your skin burn with need. He started dragging his tongue from the water drop, slowly, to one of your breasts. He moved his tongue in the way the wolf drank water but more slowly, tapping, licking, testing the tender of your breast before twirling it around your hardened nipple.
"Oh Mahal," Thorin growled, sucking that poor bud and biting it slightly like it was made from gold. "You're so sweet and tasty. I bet you bathed in the honey soap i gave you before you lure me in to suck your nipple? Right? Right love?"
He bucked his hip, his hands kept your hips down and each time he cooed you, you could feel his vein throb inside you harder.
"Thorin..." you could not say anything but his name, as his length stretched you out. He smirked, gripping your hip harder to enjoy the flesh there as he let go of your nipple. He kissed the other one and blew a hot breath to it.
"It's cold, isn't it? Poor you, my little wife, your nipples need more warmth. Let me provide you with that." he opened his mouth and took in as much as he could into his mouth, while his tongue plucked your nipple as a hello. Then the hello turned into a hug where he twirled his tongue around it and sucked harder.
His hand moved to your navel, then tap, tap. His palm pressed down and his fingers traced your skin slowly, too slowly that irritated you, before giving it a squeeze. His calloused hand trailed down to your suprapubic area, pressing down gently to feel himself through your flesh. He thrusted again, the wet sound was louder when all of your senses were all about him.
"Am I too big?" He smirked, letting go of your nipple, then kissing your neck and chin before giving your lips a light kiss. You chased his lips, trying to get more.
Tap tap.
He tapped your belly again, "Easy there, my treasure, answer your King first."
"Uhm, Thorin, kiss me" you pouted, hugging his neck to pull him closer but he just kissed your nose.
"Done, now answer me, am I too big?"
"No..."
"No?" he raised his eyebrow with a smirk on his face.
"No..." You shook your head, still disappointed that he didn't kiss your lips.
Thorin chuckled but said nothing as his fingers slid down to your clit. He pinched it slightly, you pouted. He flicked it a little bit harder, you looked away not to meet his eyes. He smiled, then his fingers slid down, buried into your warmth, where he was already stretching you out, to take some juice with him before sliding back and circling your hardened clit.
He took care of it with all the patience the King had for you, slowly at first. A drop of sweat rolled down your naked back, slowly rolled down your butt. Then his finger became quicker until it caught up to the pace of his hips.
"Answer me, my love, answer your King." he plucked your swollened clit, the sound of slapping flesh echoed off the wall of the throne room. You followed his rhythm, riding him to chase your pleasure but by Mahal, he was, indeed, too big.
But you didn't want to admit it yet, not yet.
His embroidered cloak brushes against your inner thighs when you move, and his trousers feel so hard compared to your skin. You wanted to moan, though you were stubborn enough so you covered your mouth to stop the moan from escaping your lips.
Thorin just smirked, he knew you were doomed now, so he moved his finger faster and faster, his over moved from your belly to your buttocks and gave it a squeeze.
"Thorin... ah..."
"Just say it"
Thorin let go for a moment, he licked his fingers and spit on them before moving them back to your clit. He played with it rougher and faster, while he pulled you down just to slam down on him.
"Fuck, Thorin... I can't... you're too big... I'm so sorry..." you finally gave up and leaned down to bite his shoulder, his tunic tasted well in a weird way. He smiled, the hand on your butt moved to your head, he wove his fingers into your hair and tugged gently to make you show your neck.
He bit your neck absentmindedly, once, twice, before pulling you down to kiss you. His kiss was sloppy and lazy, but he could drive you mad just with his tongue and lips. His tongue glided over your teeth before finding your tongue, he stroked your tongue with his and pressed it back to your throat just to see you whine.
His hips moved faster, he thrust up to you as if he wanted to destroy your cervix, in a nice way.
"Mmm!!"
A chill ran from your toes, to your soles, ran through your calves to your inner thighs. More and more of your juices flowed out, wetting a patch of his pants. Your inside contracted violently, causing Thorin to growl and press you closer to him. Your naked skin rubbed against his robe, making your nipples be squeezed mercilessly.
But he didn't stop. He kept thrusting, then, your vision became a little blur and now you found yourself half sitting half lying on the throne. Thorin pushed your thighs up to your chest so he could pound into you easy.
"Ah! Thorin please! I can't!" You moaned out, you were so overwhelmed now. But he just chuckled.
"You can't? Ah ah, no, no darling, you can and you will take it. Take everything from me."
He kept pounding on you, one hand resting under your head while the other kept your leg spread wide for him.
"Aw my queen, look at you, so pathetic with my cock inside. Does it feel good? Hm?" He cooed, kissing your nose before he licked your lower lip: "Yes, yes it does.”
You could not answer, could not say anything but moaning louder as you hugged his neck. His beard brushed against your chest.
"Say it, say you like it"
"Thorin please..."
"Say it, please, sweetheart. Hear, my ear. Pour your sweet voice into it, please"
His clothed thighs brushed your naked ones, you were sure that totally burned after this but you cared for nothing. You slid your finger into his beard, and as you tried to whisper into his ear, your nipple stuck into it and it felt nothing like his tongue.
You arched your back when you almost felt another wave of ecstasy, your toes curled.
"Aw, you want to come again?" he patted your thighs. "Not yet, darling, not yet. Hold a little longer please. I want to see you suffer a little longer."
"Please, please Thorin, please..."
"Your plea hurts my heart a lot" Thorin pouted, so his hand moved to your clit and pinched it harder and he plucked it for some fun. "I think I will be melted by your plea. What should i do with you, love? I still want to see you being cockdrunk, i can't help myself"
He kissed you again, this time his saliva drooled into your mouth and his breath warmed your cheek.
"It's all my fault, I am so" thrust. "So..." thrust. "So sorry" he thrusted again. "But my love. Don't blame me. Your cunt is so warm and wet. This sloppy cunt clenches around me so hard that I want to fuck you again and again and again, until you scream my name."
His balls slapped against your skin with each rough thrust.
"That's it, you're so good, sweetheart, fuck, you're so beautiful. Look at that slutty face, I want to feed your cunt and your mouth all of my seed. You would take all of it like a good girl, wouldn't you?"
He chuckled when your eyes rolled back, and his name is the only thing that escaped your lips now.
"Thorin... Thorin... please..."
"You're so gorgeous when i fuck you like this, my queen. Come, come for me, darling, yeah, that's it, come for your king."
You shook your head, as you pouted a little and looked at him, asking for a break. You were so sensitive now.
"Ah ah, don't look at me like that, keep going, give me another orgasm and I'll be at your service. Come, darling, come."
"Who's my little needy wife? Hm? Whose cunt is so sloppy now? Oh Mahal you look incredible. Does my cock feel good? Does it? Does it darling?"
He pounded with each question, his hand on your leg moved to your nipple. He squeezed your breast while pinching your poor bud, his mouth sucked the other one.
The wet sound of his mouth and of the slapping flesh was too loud in your head. You felt your soles burning and then your back arched automatically.
You came, too much and too hard that you squirted all over his open trousers with a scream.
"Aaahh" Thorin grinned this time. "You did it, your second orgasm" he chuckled. "You're so good love, so good for me."
He kept slamming into you. Slamming and slamming. He was chasing his own orgasm now as he bit your nipple a little bit too hard.
Then he came. Yet he pulled out in time, and his seed splashed over your stomach.
"Mmm... Thorin... why?..." you pouted, tugging his beard down to make him face you. Your cunt was still clenching, but it clenched around nothing this time.
You felt empty, you felt abandoned.
"You have to earn it yourself, my queen." He tucked your head behind your ear, his face made you want to punch him now. Of course, punch him with your lips.
"But I did ride you" you bit his nose, then gave it a kiss.
"Yes, but the rest was my work. You have to do it all yourself" He chuckled, resting his softened cock above your entrance. He teased you, but you want him again.
"Thorin..."
"Want to try again?"
Thorin smiled, kissing you back. But this time you moved your face away.
He raised his eyebrow.
"No"
"No?" He smirked.
Then you pushed him out so you could sit properly on the throne. You looked at him, tsked, then looked back at his cock. You licked your lips, thinking about when your throat would fully remember all of its veins but it would be another time.
Thorin stood before the throne, before you, crossing his arms and looking at you with a smirk on his face.
being able to play songs in your head is cool and all but not really if you can't control what and when it plays so this is a visualization of me trying to concentrate while angel of music plays in my head
Warning: it's my night thoughts after reading too much Thranduil x reader and Haldir x reader, and it's NSFW. MDNI please.
Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have a child with an elf as a human, or to raise a human child in the elf's realm?
Like... with all the biological differences, it would be so hard to get impregnated, or just to make sure that your human child / pregnant human wife has enough nutrition during pregnancy or growing up.
I guess you have to argue with/persuade your husband about letting you eat more meat, or at least something that contains the nutrition that a normal human body requires (I doubt that elves require the same nutritional intake we do). And if, just maybe, if you leave your child with the elf for a short period (about 1 or 2 years) so you could do something, your child might face the risk of developing conditions from lacking necessary vitamins or hormones, or blah blah. You’d have to tell him what a human or half-human child needs, and tell him not to teach the 2-year-old child policy or philosophy.
About the pregnancy. I mean... I wonder how an elf, a different kind of being from humans, could impregnate a human? I do believe that their genitals or biophysiology would be different from ours. I once read a post about what elves' genitals would look like, and I really liked that way of thinking.
Summary: Elves' penises aren’t designed for thrusting, they prefer to be clenched around and inserted into by the tentacles of the female elves’ wombs, so they can exchange the hormone that helps the male elves reach their climax and impregnate the females (imagine the USB and the USB port: the USB goes into the port, but the thing in the port inserts back into the USB). So the thoughts below will be based mostly on that post.
Humans, of course, don’t have tentacles in their wombs and don’t possess the required hormone that helps a male elf orgasm. So if you want to have a child with him? I believe you could use blood as an alternative (eh... well, I don’t know how we could exchange the lymphatic hormone with elves, so it’s the only way I could come up with).
And their way of kissing would be different too. A French kiss includes tongue stroking, thrusting, and lip-sucking—I assume it’s the way we mimic how a normal human makes love? So if I apply that assumption to elves, their kissing style would be more like him sucking your tongue too hard (copying the way your womb clenches around him), but without stroking.
You have to teach him how to please you as a human. And sometimes if you want to use your hands on him, he would be so so so confused as elves don't be turned on by the outside stimulation.
I kinda like the difficulties of sexual things between humans and elves because i believe you both could go through it together as you love and try your best to understand each other better. (And maybe you could find some way to have such intense nights, idk, it depends on how you want your stories :v)
Hiiii, i just wanna share some idea of mine with you if you don't mind 🥺🫶 these are some idea i sent to another writer as a request long ago but she didn't reply (maybe she is out of the fandom now 😔). But i don't really want it to be burried like that so i hope that i could share it to anyone still have interest with Hannibal series (i mean... i know i should just post it on my wall but i'm not really sure if any fan of him still there 😭🫶). So i really hope if you don't mind, could i ask you for some thought about these? 🥺🫶 i mean if you are the reader, what do you feel? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🫶 or what do you think Hannibal would feel about this?
Oke, here they are:
Well the first idea of mine might be Hannibal or Hannigram's fic with the title "Not the main character". Like... you know everything about Hannibal because you already watched the series many times so when you are in Hannibal's universe and becomes Will's student, you know exactly what is going on (you were reborn there :v or your soul are in someone's body who looks exactly like you). You also know that you don't have main character privilege, so you are very careful with every step you make, but yet, you, my stubborn stranger still stalk Hannibal to witness his "art". And yep, you do not have any main character privilege, so whenever you see his crime, it is always a long time later, or if you manage to come at the time he has done that, you won't be caught by him because he is busy to catch or fck another "main character (who is the reader of someone else's fic)" :v Like... it always other people, not you. You are invisible in this wheel of life. You even dont have any honor of being invited to his party or even having Will's attention. You arent the main character. But then one day, you are seen. Hannibal grabs your nape and is ready to give your neck his lovely knife. You sign, accept your fate and even try to ask him for a kiss before death. Hannibals smiles and kills you immediately, doesn't bother your wish. Because you arent the main character. Why would he care for a stranger when he already has his little love at home? That little love is one of any random main character in Hannibal fanfic. But when the you wake up and realizes you arent dead. You see Hannibal come home with a bloody hand. He says he's just killed a stranger asking for his kiss. You are shocked. And when he hugs you and gives you a kiss on your lips, he whispers: "Her eyes are always there, she is always there. But worry not, my dear, she is gone". Haha, little did he know, you ARE there, in front of him, always stalk him to the end of your life.
The second one maybe kinda weird i guess. You love Hannibal series, and yah, you have watched the series more than five times. You can remember exactly every single line in every single episode. But one day you have a mental breakdown, and in order to let your hair down, you watches the series again. However, when you are digging your face in your hand and crying in front of the screen, you hears Hannibal say "It's okay love, I'll be here". You are shocked because in this scene he even didn't have any line, he just stood there to listen to others. You look up to see the screen again and sees him, looking at you with tender eyes. Your heart drops and you reach out to the screen to touch his face but then the screen shows other characters and boom, you were mistaken, Mads is just acting, what's the problem with you??? You think you are crazy because of the depression, so you go to sleep. But the next day, when you opens the film again, Hannibal says immediately "There you are". You almost drop your phone (or the remote if you watch on the TV). And again, he is just talking with other characters. You didn't remember he had this line, but you thought that was her delusion. You find something to eat to feel better, and when you are ready to eat that and then he says "Enjoy your meal". You are like "wtf is happening with the wifi????". You decide to watch some funny scene on Youtube to forget about that and choose Mads Mikkelsen's video. And the first second of the video is Hannibal smiling when looking at you. You stop the video immediately and decide to go out. But when you walk on the sidewalk, a couple talking about Hannibal and the girl says to her boyfriend "Hannibal would be so angry if you did that, sweetheart". And now, your mind is really fucked. You're sure that you are totally crazy now. You go home, and turn off the wifi and even the light. You slowly turn on the phone or TV, but so weird that the film is still there, Hannibal looks at the screen, tilts his head and smiles: "You have been watching me. Now, my turn"
hehe, sorry for my bad English and these ideas are so long 🤧😔
you should definitely post these on your wall as full stories!!
i love the idea of being a small character in the universe and not actually part of anything big i don’t think i’ve read anything like that before, since x reader stuff is always a main character position. as a reader i’d love to see a perspective like that!
for the second idea, its really interesting.. was making me think of some sort of mental snap or psychosis, or like a supernatural phenomenon thing. (all would be cool angles tbh) it also makes me think of a typical parasocial relationship that ends up being flipped on its head, and now the person on the side of being the obsessed gets to feel the other side of things
they’re long ideas but long ideas make for long or multiple part stories which is great.. and as a reader and writer i’m interested in all the different angles you can take with these if you were to write these out fully. if you do i’d love to be tagged :)
Maybe the additional idea for the first one :'3 idk i think it would be great to have the sequence.
And... here's the story:
You are the main character now; you can feel it in your bones. You are his love, his little treasure whom he always wants to impress with his love. You are also Will's someone. I mean, it's up to your past hope, if you wished to be his student or colleague, you are now. But there is a problem here: You know nothing about this body—your current body. You decide to have a fake temporary amnesia, so you can enjoy his affection and Will's attention for a while without being suspect. Unfortunately, it leads to a lot of changes in the future, those who need to die didn't die and those who have to live didn't make it. The thing is change due to your decision. You are the main character now, remember? It stresses you out because you don't know the next thing would come up, all the plot you knew now messes up. You have to be the one who acts in this wheel of life. Could a normal person living in the other world like you deal with the messing up of Hannibal? Maybe yes, maybe no, but you are the main character now.
Sometimes when you are doing something, Hannibal will ask you where his love is. He wants his love back and you smile at him and run towards him to give him a hug. He loves you, right?
Sometimes he wishes you didn't have amnesia, so that you can love him longer.
Hannibal gives you a card, saying that he is waiting for you to come home when you both are in the hospital to check on your amnesia again after a year.
He once said that even you forget anything and act like a new person, he still loves you to the bottom of his heart.
But one day when you are both in the bed, he cries
Absolutely desperate
He cries and hugs you so tight
And you melt in his arms, smiling too beautifully before falling into sleep.
you wake up again and again, in your dream you see Hannibal cries so desperately when he kisses your head. You never saw him like that.
“I miss you...” he whispers to his love's body - not you.
My habit before doing anything important is to burn incense (or at least hold anything looks like incense) to "ask for the blessing/luck" of an expert in the field.
Guys, help me 😭 where do you all read fanfics or stories in other languages apart from English? I know Ao3 and Wattpad, but is there any platform else?
(French and Italian for specific 🫶 i want to read something fantasy rather than read news to improving my languages skills :( news are boring to me :( and... can you recommend me some good love story to read?)
Umg umg umg, i hope you would like this request 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I have two to shared but you could choose one 🥺 (bruhhhh, i hope my English is good enough to be understood)
1. (NSFW) Reader had some injured in the past about their jaw that they can't open their mouth widely (just about 2.5 to 3cm). When they try to eat a quite big cumcuber, they have to bite slowly each pieces and tell others that "I hate this, can't eat something big". When 141 members see it, they immediately have a thought "So how could they take my cock?" even they don't even mean that. What do you think they (141) would react about their thought? I guess Ghost will be really annoyed by his thought 🤣 (anyway i do have that problem so whenever i want to eat a spoon of something, i have to adjust it to fit my mouth @@ that's so pissed off)
2. (SFW) For some reasons reader have to pretend that they betray 141. Maybe they have to make the enemies believe that they're in the enemies' side (reader is a spy, perhap), or you just can choose to not mention it. But reader can't tell 141 to keep their (141) safety. I wish i could know their reaction about reader's betrayal and what if reader's eyes redden or even cry while they try to keep straight face during the betrayal scene 🥺
It’s 1:02 a.m. here, and I was playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3. I don’t know what to say, but I am ugly crying. I won’t spoil it for those who haven’t played yet, but my heart got ripped out of my chest. Writing is my only coping mechanism, so I decided to grab my laptop and write for them, for myself, and for those who played it and felt the same way as I did or didn’t.
Well, I well use this opportunity to make amends since I have abandoned writing and we will start with little cuty user, and her requests.
Characters mentioned :
John Price - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish - Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - König - Simon "Ghost" Riley - Alejandro Vargas - Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra.
Tired and hungry were the worst combination at this moment, now that you were finally about to start writing tha damn report. Why did you have to personally write a report?
The report has to be on captain Price's desk today before noon, but as your pen meet the paper, your stomach grumbled louder than a shot gun.
Sighing you stood up, abondonning the idea of ever finishing this report in time. You can't leave your poor stomach empty for the sake of something as foolish as a report, plus you knew captain Price won't scold you much, as long as the report gets to his office before he leaves to his well deserved vacation. You can't wait to eat a fresh meal for yourself and maybe, key word: maybe, leave some for others.
Lost in thoughts you haven't even noticed that you had reach the kitchen. Now here comes the second challenge, actually cooking.
Looking at the small counter, you had one thought, what can you eat? Let's make it more understadable, what can you eat which is easy to cook and you won't have problem chewing? Reminder, you can't open your jaw more than 3 cm.
Well, that will depends, you thought as you opened the fridge to be meet with one lonely tomato, one cucumber, a piece of cheese that no one wanted to eat and nothing more.
Oh, we left to the mission before we could shop!
Groaning in disappointment, you pulled out the three of out. With the issues with your jaw, you can choose either the tomato, the cheese, the cucumber (but it has to be cut into small pieces, and that's too much work!) or you can combine them all to create a tomato-cucumber-cheese salad (You had to fill the void in your stomach somehow and tomato, cucumber or cheese alone won't do it). Unfortunately, as you were about to grabbed the tomato, you noticed two things, it was too soft, mushy, and smelly.
You grimaced, examinating the three items, and the only surviver was cucumber, with the cheese having mold all over it. So, cucumber alone it is, sighing you turned to grab a knife, to at least cut it into smaller pieces, but it seems you wasted all your luck just now.
You facepalmed at the unwashed stack of dishes. You haven't noticed them, with your back facing where they were buried in the sink. They must have been left here when Laswell called for an urgent mission, since no one uses this kitchen except the 1-4-1, you and occasionally, the Mexican boy (Alejandro) and his flowery companion (Rudy) when they visit.
Speaking of the devil, you peered over your shoulder to see the squad chatting as they strolled towards the grand table, between the door and the counter. Their shoulders weren't tensed as it was a few hours ago. They were actually making jokes minus Ghost obviously, but even he have the green aura around him.
Seeing as they were safe to approach, you coughed catching their attention immediately, but before anyone could greet you with a teasing nicknames, you pointed out at the sink.
"I cleaned, the week before, your turn," you pointed at Soap, who's shoulder sank as he teared up, but you knew it was all an act to wiggle his way out, but not this time.
Once he noticed that it wasn't working, he give in and walked towards you, picking on your cheeks before wearing the gloves. Pink gloves, that you purposely brought just to have a good laugh at Ghost, a scary man in hello kitty's gloves. It was the finiest memory you cherished among others.
"Colonel Vargas, Sergeant Major Para," you nodded at the two before greeting the others.
"I asked you too many times to just call me Alejandro, we aren't strangers after all," he grinned as you just nodded, giving up on arguming.
Taking the empty seat between Ghost and Price, you listened to their madone talks as you tried to take on the big boy, cucumber.
Why were cucumbers so big? You though dreadly as you tried to fit it in your mouth, but of course the thing was too big.
"I hate how I can't fit anything big in my mouth," you mumbled but of course, it has to be silence the moment you decided to complain.
You pushed your lips forcefully apart, just enough to not hurt yourself but enough to fit the head of the cucumber in your mouth because there is no way you were going to wait until Soap cleans the dishes, plus you had to go over them. You can trust them with your soul but never in cleaning.
Everyone snapped their head towards you, eyes widen. Their watched how your eyes narrawed as you biten small pieces of the cucumber. They all had one thought in minds, how will their cocks fit in your mouths when you can't fit a cucumber, a mini size.
Price was the first to lean back, and tried to come with a way to train your jaw. He was a patient man, he can start small, few licks here and there. You can started by fitting the head, then slowly you will be able to fit it all in, just right. He licked his lower lip just at the thought of how you, his fierce soldier, will look cute down on your knees just for him.
Gaz and Soap on the other hands had the same though, how will it fit in your mouth, but more of concerned about your safety and comfort, not like Price will force anything upon you but the old man knew better than anyone that you won't resisting once he has his hands on you. They don't mind much, even though they fantasised many time about you gagging around it as you tried to do your best to please them.
For the Mexican boys, same question, and as much they didn't want to have such lewd thoughts of someone they respected. Like the others they didn't mean it. It was out of their controle. The thought was so pleasant, that they have to see it in real life—I mean, They had to test the theory in real life, maybe you can defy your believe, they can help prove yourself wrong and that you take more than just one cock—Uhh, what they mean, darling, is that you shouldn't push yourself too much, you are a valuable memember of 1-4-1 and no one wants you hurt.
König, he was panicked in Germany, Wie werden sie meine glied nehmen können? (How will they be able to take my cock? I don't know the word for cock in germany so don't come at me, please, I just started learning the language!). When I say he was panicking, I mean sweating as he thought of all possibilities that may accure if one day, he couldn't control himself and accidently, slide it on your mouth. He was scared of breaking your poor jaw, he didn't want you to hate him, not when he loved admired you so much.
Ghost was the contrary of them all, he was annoyed, grumbling under his breath like grounded child. How dare you you? How dare not be able to take it? All along the mission, he was holding on, barely, but still holding on his hands to his side and cock in its place just to be able to get you under him once you were all back. He had planned it all. Today, after this little warm hearting meeting with everyone he will slide away and get into your office, knowing you were busy writing your report, and seduce you or whatever, just to get you on your knees, but now you had to tell him you can't take him???? Who are you to decide that?
In conclusion, everyone was in their clouds, imagining and thinking whatever they wanted to do to you while you sobbed in your corner over the still existing void in your stomach.
I am still hungry, you sighed, as you finished your cucumber.
I was shocked--- honestly, i mean... i didn't think you would answer me because it has been too long 😭😭😭🙏 BUT OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCHHHH 💖💖🔥💖🔥💖🔥💖💖🔥🔥😭🥺
Let talk about the situation you set up at first omg i love that one the best =)))) ehehehe i did giggle at the part reader has to make tomato-cucumber-cheese salad, and boom, that rusto nasto tomato kicks their idea into the void =)))) idk, i just love that scene, so relatable 🤣 (well, a cumcuber is still a good snack if it isn't that big, is it? 💦)
Not to mention the "You trust them with your soul but not in cleaning" :') 🙏 WE MUST TRUST SOAP! AT LEAST THAT'S HIS FATE WITH THAT SIGNCALL! 🤣🙏 (i actually laughed out loud, because i just said that to my roommate minutes ago, oh those trustable people but only in live or dead situation, not cleaning 😭)
ANDDDDD back to our main topic, YOU, I LOVE HOW YOU DESCRIBE THEM 🥺🙏😭 omg how these boy snapped their head to look at reader's lips =))))) Price is my favourite 🥺🙏 like... come on, soooo dominant to the point that i would crack my jaw for him :') just kidding .-. But yah, cracking jaw is not that bad... but it's hurt... but yah... but... 😭😭😭😭😭 idk i'm rambling again with the thought you gave me!!!!!
You know when i read Gaz and Soap's one. I thought theirs would be like a magical wands that can transform their shapes =)))) they would be so small at first but then become bigger like balloons and maybe become a flower-vase-like shape with one big head and one small head I DONT KNOW IT'S JUST MY WEIRD THOUGHT WHEN YOU SAID THEY WANT READER GAG ON THEIRS WHILE READER CAN'T EVEN FIT???? IDK I'M SORRY!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Aw and how lovely these Mexican boys, they always do everything with each others. How generate they are when they want to give 2 of 10 dollars in cash to a receive-only-5-cent-coin machine 🥰 lovely 🥰🥰🥰🥰 BUT LET TALK ABOUT THESE 20 DOLLARS I WANT STOLE THEM B--- *mysteriously disappeared*
*came back after fighting for my live* well, let's talk about our baby Konig 👉👈 i wonder how clumsy could reader be when reader acidentally take his "boomshakachalaka in German with rainbow color of anxiety" in their "cracky lovely unfixedy hole using for speak and eat"? 😭🙏 like darling, can i be that clumsy too!????? 😭🙏
but yeah, after all, i'm still hungry for some thing to eat 🥺 and please, my scary Ghost 🙋♀️ let 🙋♀️ be 🙋♀️ more 🙋♀️ angry 🙋♀️ PLEASE! HOW DARE READER SAID THEY DON'T FIT, RIGHT? LET DESTROY THEM! But i would give Ghost some advice that if he massages behind reader's ears and somewhere around their cheeks, he could see the magic 😉 trust me bro, i tried 😉 it's not that hard to open those broken mouth again at least as... ehem... my.... ehem... mouth 🥺🙏
I just want to say thank you so much for writing this masterpiece 🥺 you really made my day (or my night i would say, it's midnight now). I love your works sooooo muchhhh 😭 please keep release those perfect yummy works, i loveeeee themmmm 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
(I didn't play MW3 but i watched youtube short and have been spoiled what happened. I cried too 😭🙏 oh dear, i can't believe it at first, i can't even watch the ending again 😭)
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(Anyway some good news about me if you have some free time to read: i finally find the way to cure my jaw, it will take a lot of money but i have been saving already enough. I will start my treatment next year, i hope i could open my mouth widely easily again without using my hands to crack them open 😭🙏)
