Maekar Targaryen's greatest hits: "OOUGH", "HA🦆HA🦆huh", "eugh🙄", "oh", "Hhhh-" and "idiOT!"
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Maekar Targaryen's greatest hits: "OOUGH", "HA🦆HA🦆huh", "eugh🙄", "oh", "Hhhh-" and "idiOT!"
Dragon Princes’ Wife Masterlist —Baelor & Maekar Targaryen
Baelor Targaryen x wife!reader x Maekar Targaryen
content: Your life is never dull with two husbands and eight children. Especially when you take in to account the blood of the dragon that flows through their veins.
moodboard
parts(in timeline order):
⤷ love at first sight
୨ৎ hate or love?
୨ৎ mama, papa & maekar
୨ৎ we were done!
୨ৎ a daughter?
୨ৎ better than this
୨ৎ what would you do without me?
extras:
⤷ family tree for each universe
୨ৎ resolving conflict
୨ৎ how did it happen?
୨ৎ who's their favorite?
୨ৎ the empty space (if the trial of seven happend)
୨ৎ who's the daddy
୨ৎ papa's girl
୨ৎ this time is different
୨ৎ overbearing husbands
୨ৎ dragon eggs (if the kids eggs hatched)
୨ৎ wildfire
୨ৎ learn your lesson one (Maekar) | two (Baelor)
୨ৎ the aftermath (if Baelor lived after trial of seven)
୨ৎ change of plans
୨ৎ gentle words or fists
୨ৎ can't outrun it
୨ৎ what could have been
୨ৎ a different end | the forgotten
୨ৎ surprise?
୨ৎ lost sons
୨ৎ your side
୨ৎ the empty cradle
୨ৎ the mad prince
୨ৎ the cursed womb
୨ৎ overwhelmed
୨ৎ the puppets
୨ৎ the hammer and the anvil
୨ৎ modern au
୨ৎ shut up, and pull your pants down
hidden truth au (if Maekar's marriage was denied):
⤷ the truth (if the King denied Maekar's marriage)
୨ৎ spring sickness | last letters
୨ৎ the new king
stags' wife au (if Lyonel’s betrothal happened):
⤷ stags' wife masterlist
i’m easily captivated by any father-child relationship in a story
Connor and Haytham are no exception :b
obsession - aerion targaryen x blackfyre! male reader
"and they must love each other with blood"
aerion x blackfyre! male reader, in which both mad princes love each other with obsessive, mad love
note: Consider this a completely AU, detached from the actual book or show. Basically, like any 'x reader' story.
warnings: Blood, violence, sexual scenes! Reader is called the "Black Prince" because—suprise —he usually dresses in black. After all, he's from the house BLACKfyre.
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞
pairing: debbie x kryptonian!male!reader x nolan
cw: angst, diabetes amount of fluff, polyamorous relationship, hurt/comfort, pre s2, comfort sex, praise kink, vaginal sex, oral sex, squirting, soft dom!top!reader, spooning position, mentioned past threesomes, infidelity (andressa and nolan in the end 😬).
word count: 1.5k
authors note: continuing from this post a lifetime ago. this is my most angsty fic yet :’) enjoy 💕
the only thing that just as painful as fighting your husband, nolan, the man whom you had loved for two decades after witnessing him beat your son (mark) to a pulp: was watching your wife, debbie break into a million figurative pieces on your bed while she was holding one of nolan’s shirts.
if you're into clothing DIY you better follow this guy right now
some of the most unique and informative videos I've seen in a long time
Ooooh thank you for the new channel!! I hope to make myself a battle jacket in a couple years!!
NOTE!!!!
The channel is now called “Genesys Upcycled”. It’ll still come up if you type in the regular name, but the first thing to come up is some AI company or whatever
important that you never forgive ice agents, ever. even years after all this is over (and I do believe we will make it out on the other side, alive and for the better,) they live in shame and disgrace forever. no excuses, no forgiveness. they ruined their own lives when they decided that human freedom and liberty was an acceptable sacrifice for a paycheck
Hey horny writer lil heads up for you guys, the “ai” google is forcing into docs to “scan for grammar errors” has been proved to also be scanning for spicy content and multiple ppl have already got notifs saying like “we’re sorry, there was a system error and some of your work was lost” and it was only the horny stuff so uh
Pleeeeease back up your files !!!! Don’t lose your horny to a robot, that’s Doc’s job, not Docs’…
hello horny writers of tumblr this is your shine to try out ellipsus instead of google docs. it's completely free and the team behind it have a very strong stance against the use of AI in creative spaces. I haven't been using it long but it works beautifully.
Scrivner is cheap, reliable, comes with multiple downloads, and is community-made and not corporate owned. Plus, it has a lot of great extra features.
It's not on-the-go, it's on-desktop but like...oof. It isn't gonna spy on you and judge you.
I tend to use LibreOffice, but the point stands about open source software without any of the AI bullshit.
The Biggest Loser
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synopsis: gojo's bet pairing: frat! gojo X top male reader note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated, my own contribution to frat gojo lol warning: first time, virgin, overstimulation, dumbification, college AU
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"Gojo, you have to admit, you always go after the same type," Geto teased, taking a sip of his beer.
"It's not my fault i have a type" Gojo shrugged, leaning back against the couch not wanting to entertain this conversation. As president he had a reputation to uphold and simply fucking nobodies wasn't the way.
"No, I just think your scared of bad dick" Shoko chimed in. At that his friends began laughing hard. Gojo only went after the more 'experienced' people on the campus like the typical sorority girls and guys who were know to sleep around.
The whole group burst out laughing. Gojo's usual conquests were the experienced ones- sorority girls and guys who knew exactly how to handle him. He never risked anything less than a guaranteed good time.
"I'm not scared, okay? I'm just delicate around who i let fuck me" `Gojo defended himself, flashing that signature blinding grin.
Mhm. Sure," Geto and Shoko said in perfect unison, exchanging skeptical looks. The rest of the circle didn't even try to hide their disbelief. Everyone knew Gojo was a shameless manwhore he didn't know the meaning of picky.
“uh… why is sensei doing push-ups?” yuji asks, when he, nobara, and megumi enter the classroom.
satoru’s pushing himself up and down with one hand because, according to you, normal push-ups weren’t enough. but even then, he’s barely breaking a sweat. and he’s grinning, while you stand over him, watching with your arms crossed.
his uniform jacket is folded over the back of a chair, leaving him in his compression shirt, arm bulging and back tensing with each lift and fall of his body.
“i upset my-- hah beautiful, smart-- hah strong, gorgeous, perfect wife,” he pants, “punishment fits the crime.”
he really is right where he wants to be.
megumi doesn’t even bat an eye - this was the least unusual thing that you and satoru do. he slides into a chair with a sigh.
“how many does he have to do?”
“a hundred,” you say. satoru lifts his head to look up at you, mouth parted, little pink hearts in his eyes peering at you over the rim of his glasses. “he’s on seventy-two.”
his grin widens. “you know, this isn’t a challenge for me. why don’t you sit on my back, sweetheart?”
you crouch down in front of him and his eyes light up. “i know what you want, and you don’t deserve my touch.” you push his head down so he’s facing the floor again, and he grunts when you press extra weight, forcing his body down. “only twenty-three left. you can do it, my love.”
if his heart wasn’t beating fast enough before, it definitely was now. especially with the saccharine tone you used at the end of your sentence.
god, was he down bad.
“… call us when you’re done,” megumi says, already out of the classroom.
silly thought inspired by this video HAHA can you tell he makes me a little a lot insane
because puppyboy yuji was so highly requested…
puppyboy!yuji who’s crushing on you??
the comment just slips out of nobara’s mouth like it’s nothing. “honestly, he’s like a dog.”
you blink. “who?”
she levels you with a bland look. “who do you think?”
she nods her head to yuji, who’s walking past with megumi. he’s all smiles and as if summoned by the universe itself, he looks up, eyes landing on you. his smile softens, he waves.
your heart does an embarrassing little somersault.
nobara leans in. “exhibit a.”
“i don’t see it,” you say weakly.
“if he had a tail, it’d be wagging right now. he likes you.”
“…no, he doesn’t,” you mumble unconvincingly.
“please. he’ll start bringing you sticks if you asked.”
you feel heat creep up your neck. “you’re exaggerating.”
nobara snorts. “am i? call him a good boy, see what happens.”
“i am not doing that,” you choke.
she just hums, already bored with your resistance. “suit yourself. you’re missing out on prime entertainment.”
so, naturally, later, when you and yuji are asked to pick up supplies from storage (extra training mats? you weren’t quite sure), nobara’s words linger in the back of your mind.
he grabs the boxes without complaint, and reaches over to add the ones you had in your arms to his pile.
“i got those,” he says, easy and bright.
“yuji, you’re already carrying like—five.”
he grins. “six isn’t that different.”
your chest does that stupid flip again, and: “thanks,” you say softly. “you’re such a good boy.”
silence.
yuji freezes mid-step, and you immediately regret everything.
“i didn’t mean—i mean, i did mean it, but not like—i just—” you start rambling, heat flooding your face.
he turns to look at you, and oh.
if nobara had been exaggerating before, she isn’t now.
his ears are bright red, eyes wide, and his smile, that usual easy grin of his, has gone all shy around the edges.
“i—what—” he stammers, voice cracking. “wha—did you just….”
you briefly consider faking your own death. “i just meant—”
his expression softens, deepens, turns warm and a little dazed. “say it again,” he blurts.
you blink. “what?”
“th-that,” he says, flustered. “what you just said.”
your pulse is loud in your ears. “…good boy?”
if possible, he gets even redder.
“man,” he laughs nervously, ducking his head. “that—uh—felt really nice.”
your heart melts, reduced to a puddle on the floor.
“it wasn’t, like…weird?”
“no!” he blurts immediately. “i, uh—you can say it again. only if you want to! just—yeah.”
he looks at you with those soft brown eyes, that gentle smile.
nobara was right.
you smile despite it. “c’mon, good boy. let’s drop these off.”
you don’t miss the way his entire face lights up this time “right!” he says, grinning. “i got it!”
yeah. if he had a tail, it’d be knocking things over.
❝ and you will never choke the divine out of me. ❞
in which ∘ ∘ ∘ you lived a life so painfully ordinary that even you forgot you were living it — well, until you got laid off on a random tuesday and immediately died in the most stupid way imaginable, only to wake up in a world that shouldn't exist. you soon understand you've been reborn into jujutsu kaisen, one of your favorite manga, with a glowing system demanding you 'become the strongest of all time', you — who once considered a squeaky office chair your greatest adversary — quickly realize that being dropped into a death world of curses and sorcerers is not a dream come true… but a sentence you think you have zero chance of surviving.
⟡ pairing various jujutsu kaisen x OP!isekai!male reader
⟡ content isekai & transmigration, system, romance, boys in love, reader has a last name ( okada ) + a face claim ( denji ), implied / referenced suicide, age gap kinda but not really, fluff, angst, overpowered male reader, jealousy, a lots of swearing, crack, blood & gore, deaths + more.
⟡ wordcount 38,843
⟡ taglist OPEN ( let me know if you wanna be added! )
━━━━ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗫.
001. Freedom Had a Bloody Price
002. The Golden Eyes Have Returned
003. To Be Seen Is to Be Undone
004. Five Deaths Before Breakfast
005. Gojo Satoru Is the Real Menace
006. To Be Added!
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୨୧ — SPOILS OF WAR
overview: emperor!sukuna who plays favourites with his concubines, finds out that someone else is taking care of the ones he’s neglecting. a late night stroll uncovers the culprit as one of his lower ranking mistresses and he’s fuming…and maybe a little jealous too?
cw: mdni, trueform sukuna, smut, emperor x concubine, voyeurism, self indulgent reader, some wlw action, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), riding his stomach mouth…mouth stomach idk, hands free orgasm (m), cowgirl, very light blood play, begging, light choking, 4.8k words
inspired by a drabble I lost half way through :(
Patience was a virtue.
And unfortunately, Ryomen Sukuna didn’t have any to speak of.
He expanded his territories indiscriminately, seizing neighbouring empires that took a little too long to agree to his terms at the drop of a hat. Men who refused surrender were reduced to bloody pulps, and rulers beheaded faster than they could open their mouths and ask for forgiveness for making him wait too long.
The only time Sukuna showed a morsel of patience was with his concubines, and even that was wearing thin lately.
It seemed there was an unexpected infestation of vermin in his palace. A skittery little mouse was roaming all over the place, and while it started off by taking small nips at his patience, it has now made itself at home. Overcome by gluttony, it overindulges and swallows his benevolence whole. And even when it has more than enough, it goes on to chip away at his most prized possession.
His concubines.
Couch Time and Consequences
Simon Riley x Black plus size reader
Summary: After a fight puts Simon Riley on a strict touch ban, he’s left yearning, couch-bound, and relentlessly teased by Soap and Price. But when apologies turn into actions,and one steamy, accidental reunion outside the bathroom, Simon finally proves he’s learned his lesson. Karma comes fast, love comes harder, and the couch finds new victims.
Simon Riley learned the hard way that silence could be louder than shouting.
The argument had started quietly, which should’ve been his first warning.
You were in the kitchen, leaning against the counter in one of his shirts, fabric pulled snug over your soft stomach and chest, thighs grounding you like you were rooted there. Your arms were crossed, not defensive,measured. Controlled.
You’d asked about leave.
Casual. Almost hopeful.
“I volunteered for another rotation,” he said.
The air shifted.
You turned slowly, eyes lifting to his like you were giving him one last chance to correct himself.
“You volunteered,” you repeated.
“It’s my job,” he answered, tired, already bracing.
That sigh he let out next was the nail in the coffin.
“I’m not asking you to quit,” you said quietly. “I’m asking you to talk to me before you decide our life for us.”
When he reached for you, you stepped back.
“No.”
One word. Final.
“You don’t get access to my body when you won’t give me communication,” you said. “Until you fix that, don’t touch me.”
The ban was immediate.
Absolute.
Simon Riley didn’t like babies.
Didn’t hate them – he just didn’t get them. Didn’t get how people melted over something that screamed, drooled, and stared at him like he was a nightmare in human form.
Kids always screamed when they saw him in his balaclava.
He took it off?
Worse. Way worse.
That was why he never showed at team dinners. Soap’s kids, Price’s kids – he didn’t want to be the reason they cried. Didn’t want to see that look again.
He’d seen it once before.
A kid on the street had stared at him too long and blurted out,“Mum, he’s uglier than a monster.”
The woman had grabbed her son and practically run, fear all over her face.
Ugly. Monster. Scarred. Scary.
So when it came to his baby girl, Simon was fucking terrified.
“No,” he said flatly the first time you suggested it.
You’d barely finished your sentence.
“She’s our daughter, Si,” you said gently. “She should see your face. Her father's face.”
“She doesn’t need to,” he snapped. “Mask stays on. End of it.”
He’d sit with her for hours, mask firmly in place, huge gloved hands impossibly gentle as he played with her. And she adored him —giggled every time he spoke, squealed when he leaned close.
“Yeah, you’re proper hard, you are,” he muttered one afternoon, bouncing her lightly. “Big strong girl. Gonna knock yer old man out one day, eh?”
She babbled back, fingers grabbing his crooked nose through the fabric.
You smiled from the doorway.“She thinks you’re pretty, Si.”
He scoffed. “Don’t talk shite.”
“I’m serious.”
“She’s a baby,” he muttered. “Give it a second. Soon as this comes off, she’ll scream her head off. I’m not doin’ that to her.”
Days later.
Steam still clung to the bathroom door when Simon stepped out, towel slung low around his hips, one hand scrubbing roughly at his face. Bare. Exposed.
You froze.
Then grinned.
“Oh no,” he muttered immediately. “Don’t you dare.”
Too late.
You stepped right into his path, your baby balanced on your hip. “Hi, love.”
“Absolutely not,” Simon barked, panic sharp in his voice. “Now’s not the time. Move.”
“Simon.”
He turned toward the wall, shoulders tight. “I said no. I’m not lettin’ her see me like this.”
“She deserves—”
“She’ll cry,” he snapped. “And I’m not havin’ that. So fuck off and let me get dressed.”
You reached for the towel. He tightened it instantly. It was heartbreaking seeing such a well trained soldier and more than capable man hiding himself out of fear of hurting his baby girl. Making her scared of him...
“Don’t,” he growled. “Don’t push me.”
Silence stretched - thick, painful. You didn't like this side of him. The side that hates himself so much he ends up hurting you.
Then–
The loudest giggle you’d ever heard.
Your baby shrieked with laughter, burying her face into your neck, shaking with it.
Simon froze.
“What…?” He turned slowly, confused.
She peeked out.
And saw him.
Her smile vanished for half a second–tiny brow furrowing, eyes studying his scars, his broken nose, the harsh lines of his face. Who was this man...huh...
Simon swallowed hard. “Sweetheart…” His voice cracked despite himself. “It’s me.”
That was it.
Recognition hit her like lightning. Her whole face lit up, mouth opening in a toothless grin as she squealed and reached for him.
“No! wait!!” Simon protested, panic flaring again.
You didn’t hesitate. You placed her straight into his arms.
He went completely still. Every muscle locked. Braced for rejection. A scream, a cry.
Instead—
She laughed harder.
Her chubby hands smacked against his scarred cheeks, fingers exploring every line, tugging his nose like it was her favourite toy. She pressed her mouth to his cheek and slobbered happily.
Simon let out a broken sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
“Oh...fuck,” he whispered.
Tears welled, spilling freely as he smiled, really smiled, for the first time in years.
You crossed your arms, smug through your own tears.“Told you.”
She babbled at him, patting his face like she was soothing him now. Little chubby hands awkwardly patting his cheeks and eyes.
He kissed the top of her head, breathing her in like she was air. Then he pulled you into his side with one arm.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured thickly. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry. Thought I’d scare her. Thought I weren’t good enough.”
You leaned into him. “She loves you, Simon. Mask or no mask.”
He spends days afterwards apologizing, doing everything he could to make you happy. But you already were the happiest seeing your daughter shriek with laughter as her daddy makes funny faces to feed her.
And begs you to make little skull patterned mittens for her. To match of course.
Simon Riley’s baby loved him more without the mask.
She grew up thinking she looked just like her dad. And that made her proud.
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Awwww sweet baby 🥺
You are loved 💕
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