seabunnylibrary

fic rec blog ౨ৎ somewhere in my 20s warning for occasional dark fics

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place to save my fave fics ౨ৎ

started off as a dramione/darklina, dabble in everything <3

please heed the occasional dark fics. not a place for judgement of authors freedom to write and enjoy what they choose. no place for critique of primarily women and lgbtq communities hobbies

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he’s a little goob and I need him soooo bad

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my sweet daeron

[misted-oblivion]

i need to straddle him and give him the softest sweetest look he's ever seen as i ask if he wants me to go down on him, all so i can watch his brain cease functioning in real time and feel him get hard underneath me a second later

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he’s sooo baby cutie🥰

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this is sooo husband!clark to me😔

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IM SO STUPID THIS IS HAS GAZ WRITTEN ALLLL OVER IT #toME

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this is sooo husband!clark to me😔

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[totallynotashieldagent]

Hi! Saw you were open to taking Park requests- would you write something where reader is a doctor in the ER and someone hits on her/ asks her out and word gets through santos to Garcia to park and which ever new resident hit on parks girl is about to hear it from him???

I love park being a jealous poopiehead hehe <33

Sometimes, the ED really felt like highschool. Everyone was in everyone's business or trying to be. Honestly, it was a lot if you really took notice of it. But most of the time you were just as guilty of it. However, right now, you were regretting it.

Because news travelled fast.

You'd been down for a consult. Nothing new. Just business as usual but the dad of a patient severely lacked boundaries. So much so, that Robby had to physically stand between you and the dad.

You hadn't thought much of it. Not at the time. Your focus had been on the 10 year old little boy.

But Princess had seen and giggled, which then Perlah had seen too and god damn Oglvie had blabbed to someone else and now while you were writing down your orders in, Brendon was storming the gates.

"Hey- You okay?" He asked, standing a little too close.

"I'm fi- Wait, why are you down here?" You frowned. "Did something happen?"

"I don't know. You tell me." He folded his arms and looked down at you.

"I'm... confused." You said slowly. "What are we talking about?"

"I heard some creep touched you." He stated and you blinked in surprise. God. ED really was like a highschool. "And that Robby had to push the guy off and-"

"Jeez! No! None of that!" You grabbed his bicep and pulled him to a corner. He went willingly and easily. Following like a dog on a leash. "None of that happened."

"Did someone make you uncomfortable?" He changed his question.

You opened and closed your mouth a few times. "Yeah but-"

"Who? Where?" Park's jaw clenched.

"You are not going to confront anyone." You glared at him, still holding his forearm.

"I'll just-"

"Brendon." You hissed and he sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Fine. Fine. I won't confront." He mumbled, looking down then around. Interns were starting to look, so he guided you into an empty room and drew the curtain. "I just-"

"I'm a big girl. I can handle myself, you know that. Right?" You touched his cheek.

"Yeah. Yes. Of course, but doesn't mean you have to." He scrubbed his hands over his face. "I'm supposed to-"

"What? Fight everyone who looks at me weird?" You laughed lightly and his jaw clenched. "Brendon..." You said softly again.

"I know. I know. You got this." He sighed. "Doesn't mean I gotta like it, you know?"

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brb crying

[st4rfckerz]

hi i’m stuck on thinking about rafe wanting you to slap him during an argument.

rafe has a temper — we all know this. not a day goes by without him getting into an argument with someone and you’re no exception. but what he doesn’t tell you is that sometimes he gets under your skin on purpose.

he believes there’s something so incredibly attractive about the way you get increasingly more fed up with him. so he uses it to his advantage, for fun, of course.

you currently find yourself in that situation. you and rafe have been making snarky remarks towards each other for at least thirty minutes now, and you don’t see it ending anytime soon.

it doesn’t help that you’re no better than he is. if anything, you can be worse — following him into different rooms, jabbing him with a pointed finger, refusing to let him have the last word. meanwhile, he just watches you with that same irritating smirk, like this is all entertainment to him.

except this time it was different. instead of letting you keep following him, he suddenly turns, and you walk right into him — your nose bumping against his chest.

“you’re really that angry,” he stares down at you, the corner of his lip curling in amusement.

“are you being serious right now?” you scoff, crossing your arms. “it’s not just this, that’s the whole point. you keep acting like it’s just this one thing, like i’m blowing it out of proportion, and i’m not. it’s the way you push and push and then stand there like you didn’t do anything, like i’m crazy for reacting.”

your hands fly up as you talk, frustration written all over your face. rafe only watches, hands clasped behind his back, like he’s enjoying every second — because he is.

“god I can’t even stand to look at you right now, you’re so,” you mutter, exhaling sharply while burying your face into your hands.

he doesn’t argue, just slowly bends at the waist so that he’s eye level with you.

He taps his cheek lightly, his tongue pressing against the inside of it ‘attempting’ to hide his growing smile. “c’mon you’ll feel better, promise,”

you squint your eyes at him in disgust before turning on your heels and walking away.

“what?” he calls after you, a grin in his voice. “i’m just trying to help.”

you know he was trying to do everything but that.

[gxtitobxby]

something something boot humping w jack abbott <3

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he's so exhausted, barely making it past the door and slumping into the couch, head back eyes closed leg throbbing from being on his feet for so long - and then there's you! still sleepy but oh so happy to see him :(

there's the quick pattern of your steps down the hall and then a kiss to his cheek from behind before you plop on his lap with a giddy smile. and poor jack tries :( he lets you kiss his face, suck on his neck, but when you start humping at him he stops you with a hand to your hip "not right now, sweetheart. m'fucking beat."

and even through his bleary, half shut eyes he doesn't miss the way your shoulders slump, lip jutted into a pout. "but—"

"m'sorry, honey," he soothes, hearty pats to your side, "give me an hour."

but that just won't do! you give him a sad little hmphh! and then you're sliding off his lap and between his legs, nuzzling at his cock, humming into it until your straddling his boot. you look up at him, half shy half desperate, and he raises a brow when your hips buck - steel toe to clothed clit. "I said—"

"don't even havta do anything," you pout, hips already finding a rhythm. your breath hitches, whining "j-just need this."

and he can't really find a flaw with your plan, he doesn't really have to do anything but stay still while you hump his boot to your heart's content! and yet, tired as he is, there's something about your glassy eyes and the way you nuzzle against his knee, mouthing at it until the fabric of his pants is damp, that has his cock stirring. he breathes out a laugh, palming roughly at it "fucking brat"

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I wish Clark were real I think he’d squeeze in the middle of a hug until your sides hurt and then he’d kiss it better

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[wandas-darling]

they're promoting the upcoming rhaenicent wedding

[lilyswritings]

Hi - saw you were looking for AKOTSK requests. If that’s still open, how do we think our boys would do with a gf/wife who’s very openly affectionate? Like she’s always holding their hand in public, kissing their cheek sometimes for no reason other than they’re there and why not, always telling them she loves them at least once a day, often making them little gifts and trinkets, always wanting to talk to/spend time with them, etc. And she understands if they aren’t as outwardly affectionate but when they match her energy it makes her day. I feel like most of them (esp the Targs) are a lot less obvious with their affection so it’d take some getting used to.

★ akotsk men x affectionate!reader

featuring — valarr, daeron, aerion, baelor, maekar, lyonel, and duncan <3

note — this was such an great ask, anon, thank you !! i'd love to answer more of these !! sorry if this took a while, i had to really ruminate on each of their characters for this, and as we all know, i can't control myself, so this is long as hell, sorry (no i'm not) !!

★ valarr – 

i think he would definitely have to get used to it, but god he would fold immediately for you !! i think growing up hyper aware of how he appears and his conduct in the public eye wouldn’t have left much room for openly displayed affection. but then suddenly you show up, slipping your hand into his in a crowded hall like it’s the most natural thing in the world, pressing a kiss to his cheek mid-conversation, throwing ‘i love you’s at him like they don’t make his heart skip a beat. it would take some adjustment, but honestly, he loves the continuous reminder of your affections for him, the constant reassurance that you’re his, that you’re there for him, not the crown, not the optics, just... him. i talked about this in the love language drabble but man does he love being supported and shown affection !! especially when that affection is given so freely. i can’t see him completely matching you in public, but he slowly starts initiating – subtly, but intentionally. his hand stays making contact with you, either intwined with yours, or settled at your waist or the small of your back, as he sneaks quiet kisses to your temple when he thinks no one is looking.

★ daeron – 

ugh, daeron, my beloved. i think he would thrive with a love like this. there’s already something about him that already exists half in another world, his mind split between reality and his dreams. so when you take his hand in public, rubbing soothing circles to his wrist, or press a kiss to his cheek to startle him out of his reverie, or when you lean close and tell him i love you like it’s as natural for you as breathing, it anchors him. it brings him back.  he’ll blink and look at you like you’ve just pulled him from the cloudy depths of his mind, and then softly, almost absentmindedly, he’ll lace his fingers with yours, squeezing to feel your flesh beneath him.  he grows to expect your affection, to rely on that constant, that ever-present rhythm. he takes notice of everything – the little gifts you bring him get tucked away reverently, memories of good moments for him to look back at when his brain makes things dark again. his hand starts to seek you out first, shaky fingers outstretched in search of your presence.  his reciprocation feels so much more intimate. a kiss pressed to the inside of your wrist, or your palm, instead of your cheek. his hand finding yours under the table rather than in front of the hall. a barely audible ‘i love you’ when he thinks you’re already asleep. when you’re being particularly affectionate, when he’s not as drunk and things aren’t as bad, he’ll watch you with a strange, aching expression, like he’s trying to memorize you in this moment – like he knows how fleeting something this good can be.

★ aerion – 

oh, he’s fascinated by you. aerion doesn’t shy away from attention, so you openly adoring him ?? touching him like you have every right to ?? it feeds something in him immediately, thriving on the display of it all.  in the beginning, he leans into the performative aspect of it, smirking when you kiss him in public, tilting your chin so he can return it with just enough spectacle to make people uncomfortable, calling attention to it like it’s a game.  but over time, your affection stays constant – it isn’t worship, or fear, or reverence, like he’s used to. you just… love him. and that nearly unravels him completely. when you take his hand in private moments, when you give him small handmade gifts, when you press a soft kiss to his cheek in the quiet of your own chambers, there’s no angle.  he’ll test it – pull away, provoke you, try to startle you into faltering and leaving. and if you don’t ? if you stay by his side, steady and warm and unafraid ? oh, it’s all over for him. he becomes possessive – not just of you, but of your love. he may never soften publicly, but he’ll start initiating, kissing you gently before he leaves or squeezing your hand when you’re bored, letting you touch him softly where others can see, but not for the display of it all.  and sometimes, when he is sure no one is looking, he’ll press his forehead briefly to yours – quick, grounding, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment – before pulling back like it never happened.

★ baelor – 

okay this is a tricky one because on one hand, i feel like he’d be unphased. he’s emotionally intelligent and steady, he would adapt easily to his partner’s affectionate nature, doing his best to reciprocate in kind.   on the other hand, as the hand to the king and the heir to the iron throne, i feel like open affection towards him might baffle him. maybe this is a before and after adjustment situation, where you’ve been together for a while, i don’t know. maybe as a younger man, he’d be taken off guard by it – especially in public. but as an older, emotionally mature man ?? he’ll start taking your hand first, squeezing it gently just to see you smile. he’ll let you kiss his cheek even if it earns a few looks, a quiet sort of pride in his chest at being so visibly loved. and in private… well. in my mind he’s the more affectionate one behind closed doors. i shan’t elaborate, but… you guys get me. physical touch, words of affection, etc. – those are his moments alone, not to be shared with prying eyes.

★ maekar – 

oh, this man is undone. he isn’t built for soft, easy affections – he’s all harsh lines and discipline, deeply unused to expressing emotions apart from annoyance in visible ways.  i see him as slightly overwhelmed by you. the easy kisses pressed to his cheek or temple, a casual i love you said in front of others, your hand seeking his out in broad view of everyone else – i think would make him freeze slightly, unsure of how to react.  i don’t see him ever truly matching you, but he will learn over time, and slowly, start responding in his own way. his hand on your back, out of sight, but a constant warmth for you. eyes seeking you out in a crowd, making sure you’re always in reach. lingering and almost melting into it when you touch him, instead of going dead still.  when (if!) he’s the one to initiate – lacing his fingers with yours, pressing a brief chaste kiss to your hair, pulling you closer to him – it feels monumental. saying i love you is a whole other thing – that’s just his, to be uttered reverently in the candlelight, barely above a whisper.

★ lyonel – 

he’s obsessed with you, and entirely unapologetic in his adoration of your affectionate nature. lyonel is not a subtle man, and holds absolutely zero concern with whether or not he’s in public, or being watched, or who is watching him. being with someone who openly adores him ?? who shows the entire realm how fond you are of him ?? oh, he thrives. the first time you kiss his cheek in public, he laughs brightly, leaning into it and immediately pressing an exaggerated kiss to your temple in return, teasing you about it all the way back to the bedroom. his hand finds yours first like it just makes sense. he’ll tug you into his space mid conversation with another lord because he can, and because he misses you. when you kiss his cheek, he’ll snatch your arm before you can get away, pressing a deliberately showy kiss to your hand.  oh, and that man says i love you like there’s no tomorrow, when he’s drunk or when he hasn’t seen you in a little while or when he finally gets some time alone with you, grinning, casual, but never insincere.  i think if anything catches him off guard it’s your little gifts – he keeps them, carries them with him, shows them off to anyone who will listen. the quiet sentiment of it is what would undo him, being chosen like that.

★ duncan – 

oh, my darlingest boy, duncan thrives on your affections. he’s so utterly unused to being loved in such a constant and visible way that it would completely unravel him.  his face goes beet red when you kiss him in public, a ridiculous grin on his lips whenever you take his hand in yours, any and every gift you’ve made for him or given him kept close at all times. he matches your energy, albeit somewhat awkwardly, but so sincerely.  he’ll return your i love you every single time, choking on his water or food in the haste to get the words out. probably starts saying it even more than you do, once he’s comfortable with you. blindly finding your hand any time you’re in public, to keep you safe and close to him.  ugh, and he’ll totally give and make you things in return, simple carved wooden animals or patched items of clothing you thought were ruined, an elegant border added to the stitching. there’s no game, no prying eyes, no politics at play or restraint or pride – just wholehearted, earnest love. 

this was so fun, i love these men.