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#I haven't tried all of those but some of them I ran away just after reading the summary because some plot points were a big nope for me
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when/how did bucky first learn that gale doesn’t like to be rimmed and how did gale explain it to him? since they don’t negotiate kinks in subspace how did they come to the understanding that buck is ok with it during those moments ?
They don't communicate about it very openly. They - especially Gale - are not as open about voicing these things as they would perhaps be in a modern context. Also, I said they shouldn't negotiate in subspace but that might still happen because they don't know what subspace is. So they definitely make some not recommended decisions every now and then. Thankfully, Bucky has a good sense of Gale's squicks and limits in general.
The discovery of the rimming thing went something like this:
Bucky kissed his way down the curve of Gale's back, a quick press of his lips to each vertebrae, warm skin and muscles jumping under his touch, while Gale took deep, calming breaths and clutched the pillow to his face. He expected Bucky's fingers now, the slippery cold vaseline and the stretch, but Bucky had other ideas. He had had this done to him once and it was so mind-numbingly amazing, he wanted Gale to know the feeling too. He knew Gale was clean, he was always so, so particular about that before sex even though Bucky cared very little - and he was laid out on the mattress so perfectly that Bucky wanted to put his mouth all over him.
He kneaded Gale's ass and spread his cheeks, running a thumb down between them. Looking up, he could see Gale tensing up in embarrassment but Bucky was so sure that he could make that tension dissolve under mindless pleasure that he ignored it. He leant in and nipped the curve of one perfect, pale cheek.
"What are you doing?" Gale asked, his voice higher than usual. Bucky ignored that too.
"Relax." He whispered and dove in to press his soft, wet tongue to Gale's hole.
"Bucky!" Gale exclaimed. He squirmed so violently away that Bucky had to sit up, facing Gale on his knees as Gale scrambled to turn around. His face was so red it looked like he was going to burst into flames. It spread all the way down to his chest. He looked equal parts embarrassed and confused. "What the hell were you doing?"
Bucky bit his lip. He was so turned on he struggled to have a coherent thought. "Getting you ready."
Gale raised a shaky hand to gesture between them. "That's not how you do that."
"We haven't tried it yet but there’s always a first time for everything."
"Just because we can, doesn’t mean we should." Gale muttered, looking at the sheets.
Bucky saw his opening. He scooted closer and started pressing kisses to Gale's shoulder and neck, stroking his flaming cheek. "It’s amazing, I promise." He mouthed at the juncture of Gale's neck until Gale hummed. "Can we try? Just this once."
Gale looked pained. "I don’t know."
Bucky ran his palms up and down Gale body, over his hips and thighs, hoping to help him relax. "Please, let me. It’s so hot."
"Is it?" Gale wavered, his hand on Bucky's nape.
"So hot." Bucky nudged his jaw. "It’s just skin, nothing bad about that. Let me try."
After a huge, nervous breath, Gale mumbled an okay and lay back down on his stomach. He buried his face in the pillow and went so still it seemed like he wasn’t even breathing anymore. When Bucky touched the small of his back, he jumped.
Starting to doubt that his plan had any chance of success, Bucky started massaging Gale's stone-hard shoulders and back to get him to calm down. He murmured reassurance and praise until, little by little, the knots of muscle under his hand began to ease. He moved back down to Gale's ass, touching him with his hands splayed wide on Gale's curves, then he spread him again and leaned down.
The sound Gale made went straight to Bucky's cock. He didn't dwell on why, but the helplessness in it excited him - he liked putting Gale through pleasure he wouldn’t have been able to take for himself. So he put his mouth to work eagerly, using his tongue how he might have done it with a woman, and he drank in the noises Gale continued to make.
He thought it was going well. But then, Gale started moving away from him again, one of his hands reaching back to push Bucky away. When Bucky let up, Gale turned around to lie on his back and shook his head at Bucky, an expression of complete refusal on his face.
"I can’t, I don't like it, I really don't." He shuddered.
For a moment, Bucky felt bad about asking to try something that failed so spectacularly, but then he saw how aroused Gale still was and he began to feel better about it again. The cogs in his head started turning.
"Can I still kiss you?"
When Gale nodded, he lowered himself to lie on Gale, covering him like a warm, heavy blanket. They kissed for a moment, then he pulled back just an inch to search Gale's eyes. "Are you embarrassed?"
Gale frowned at him in discomfort. "Who wouldn’t be?" When Bucky grinned, his expression mellowed into a fond smile. "Yeah, well, some of us do feel shame."
"You’ll never have to feel that with me."
"Can’t help it." Gale said and closed his eyes with a sigh.
"How about -" Bucky started, but he didn't know how to phrase it without spooking Gale into even harder resistance. "You know. When you're in that mood."
Gale opened his eyes but didn't look at Bucky. "When I drift away?"
Bucky hummed. "Yeah. Do you think we could try again when you're like that?"
Gale continued to stare off to the side, but Bucky didn't push him. He waited until Gale made up his mind and glanced up at him. "Does it really get you going?"
Bucky nodded, licking his lips without really thinking about it.
Gale's cheeks puffed out around another deep breath, then he gave Bucky a fierce look. "Only if you want it that bad. If we do it, it's for you."
Bucky smiled. "Got it."
"As long as that's clear."
"Crystal clear." Bucky leaned down and kissed Gale again. "So is that a yes?"
"When I'm... like that. Yes."
"Got it." Bucky nuzzled Gale's cheek and reached for the vaseline. "Do you still want to continue tonight?"
When he felt Gale's hand reach between their abs, he had to fight off a delighted laugh.
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byunpum · 9 months
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Ghost girl | prologue
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Pairing: Sully family x Albino na'vi!fem (for the moment)
Warning: All the characters are aged up 20’s, disaster, injured, death, neytiri being the mom we all need.
Note:I had this draft written, and it was taking dust. So I'm posting it, so you can read it and tell me what you think. You can see that I haven't paired the reader with any of the characters, and I think it's my first writing that the reader is not human. So I would like to know if you like it, and if so, who would you like to be Y/N's partner?
AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5(final)
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You felt short of breath, the more you ran. A wave of fire was coming towards you. Holding your newborn baby in your arms. Turning to see your village being burned. You had to run, you had to get your baby to safety. The great trees that were once cold, were ablaze with flames. Climbing up a hill, fighting with your feet stuck in the snow. Resting a little, seeing how everyone was gone. The ships of those humans had destroyed everything.
Their ships were moving away, leaving a desert of fire in the snow. You can feel someone touching your chest, bringing you out of your shock. Your baby touches your chest, starting to cry. You hug him tighter, trying to find some consolation. Your family, your people…they were all dead. Two attacks in less than 6 months, just for a piece of land, just for having that damn mineral. Tears welled up in your eyes, you were heartbroken. It was all over…you were alone. You stood for a moment, analyzing the situation. You could still hear the sound of falling trees, the burning snow and the horrible smell of death. You had several wounds on your hands and legs. But they were not as worrying as the open wound on your right thigh.
You had tried to bandage it, before running out of your family's hut, as it burned. But it was barely covered. Groaning in pain, you sit down in the snow. You had to think about what you were going to do, you were alone. You had no home…those demons had taken everything from you. Holding your baby, closer. Kissing his hair. "Easy…easy" you speak. You had to get shelter, and fast. From your chest hung a beautiful green stone that your mother gave you minutes after you lost track of it. She had told you that there was a jungle clan, the Omaticaya. That they could help me, that it was the safest place. Taking the stone in your hand, to now take a look at the opposite side of the landscape.
You were from the clan of the icy mountains, the trip was going to be hard and dangerous. You were not a hunter, or an explorer. You were simply a girl who had lost everything. But you had no choice, rising from the ground. Bowing in respect. "Eywa…take care of my village, my people…take them with you. Promise them that we will meet again. I promise" you make the 'i see you' sign. Taking a last look at what was once your home, and leaving for the unknown.
The jungle was quieter than usual, the wildlife could be heard sounding. That's what neytiri thought as she walked in search of an animal. She had gone out to hunt alone. She had to clear her head, and spend time alone like the old days. Playing and touching some flowers, when out of nowhere he hears a small whimper. Her whole body freezes, raising her ears to listen better. That noise was not coming from an animal. She stayed silent, waiting to hear it again. A few minutes later, she heard the soft whimper again, someone was in danger. She was confused, it could be a human calling for help. Or a wounded na'vi. She didn't want to risk it if it was a human, she only socialized with the humans on the base, far from that nothing. But something told her she had to go see what was going on. Taking a deep breath, she walked slowly to where those whimpers were heard.
Peering carefully through the bushes, her eyes widen. When she sees a na,vi leaning against a tree. But that was not what was impressive, what had caught her attention. It was the color of this woman's skin, you had snow-white skin. Just like your hair, the stripes that adorned your skin were almost a blue that faded into your skin. Neytiri stood watching, she had never seen anything like this in her life. She was in a state of shock, it wasn't until she heard a whimper coming from the girl's arms. Neytiri looked down, seeing how she was holding the baby. But the grip was lazy, watching as the girl tried to move her arm, but it was too weak. Neytiri decided to approach carefully.
Neytiri holds her bow close to her, still being suspicious. Just to get close enough, to make you look up. Neytitiri felt her chest tighten when she could see how young the girl was. According to her she had to be the same age as her children. She let go of her bow, noticing that there was no weapon on any part of your body. But that you were injured, with burns.
You lift your gaze, looking at the woman. She was strange to your eyes, just as she was the first time you had seen a jungle na'vi. Looking down again, you were so exhausted. You had no strength to go on, your thigh wound was serious. And you had barely eaten in two days. You watch as the woman kneels down in front of you. "Who are you?" says neytiri. Trying to sound calm. "I…my name is Y/N te noeä pauzu'itan" you pause to catch your breath. "I am from the clan of the mountains of…cold" you speak, in a low tone. Neytiri moves closer to you, now all had some coherence. Her mother had told her something about these clans.
"What happened…why aren't you in your lands?" neytiri speaks, daring to touch a piece of your hair. Her maternal instinct, not allowing her not to help you. "They…they killed everything…everyone" you speak. "They?" asks neytiri. "The demons" you speak, neytiri hearing this word, tightens her bow. Closing her eyes, in response. Neytiri moves closer, looking at your wounded skin. And notices the large wound on your thigh. "We must heal it…I'll take you to the village" she speaks, watching as you awkwardly raise your arm. "No…I can't" you pick up your baby as best you can. Bringing him closer to neytiri. "Please…take care of my son. I can't" you are on the verge of fainting. "No…I won't leave you here" says Neytiri.
"I will die…I just want him to be okay…take care of him for me" your voice is very low. Neytiri notices how your hands are shaking, taking the baby in her arms. Watching as yours fall to your sides. "Thank you" you speak, smiling weakly. "I'm not going to leave you here" neytiri orders, getting up to think better. She had to plan something…in a matter of minutes neytiri created a sort of bundle, so she could hang the baby on her chest. Coming up to bend his back in front of you, taking your weak arms. Climbing you on her back, holding you tightly. She knew you could barely breathe, how weak you felt. Neytiri knew that if she left you, you would die in a couple of hours.
Starting her way back to the village. She walked as fast as she could, she had a baby crying. While carrying a girl on his back. She could have ignored her, but no…she could not. Getting closer to the village, taking faster steps. "We're close" neytiri says, waving your hand a little, hearing a 'mmm' in response. Good, you were alive. Entering the village, seeing how everyone was shocked by the scene, while neytiri walked fast to the hut where her mo'at mother was working. "Help, mother!!!" neytiri shouts, near the hut. Mo'at comes out quickly. To see how her daughter was carrying, what looked like a dead body. "This one" speaks mo'at.
"No…she's really hurt," says neytiri, watching as her mother begins to help her take the girl in her arms. Mo'at holds you on her arms, rushing to take you inside to treat your wounds. "I found her alone in the forest…she told me that her village was attacked by the sky people" says neytiri, she was scared. She tried to get there as fast as she could. Watching as her mother, began to examine your body. " She is from the clan of the cold mountains," says Mo'at. Mo'at finds the largest wound, and removes the dirty cloth. "I need to clean and treat this wound. I need the help of more people. Tell kiri to come" mo'at orders his daughter. Neytiri runs out of the hut.
She had the little baby on her chest, who had already calmed down, but she could hear some whimpering " calm down, we are taking care of your mother," Neytiri cuddles him, as she arrives to her hut. Kiri was with her sister tuk, talking to her father. They all see how neytiri enters in a hurry, she was agitated and you could see how worried she was. "kiri honey…come!!! Mo'at needs us" says Neytiri, Kiri without thinking about it gets up and accompanies her mother. "baby what's wrong?" shouts jake, from his seat. Noticing how neytiri ignores him and continues on her way to her mother's hut. Upon arriving, neytiri could see how mo'at had already started with everything, placing some medicinal pastes on the girl's skin. Kiri is surprised to see you, she has never seen someone like you before, but she doesn't ask too many questions. She feels her mother handing her something in her arms.
Kiri looks down, and sees a baby. Just like the girl they were healing. "Kiri hold the baby" says neytiri, approaching her mother. "Mom…will she be okay?" asks neytiri, she sees how your breathing is vague. But you are alive. "Yes…she's weak and I have to monitor that wound. But look" mo'at points to the large wound on your thigh. "I already put medicine in it…I need you to go get these herbs. I will make a drink to bring her vitality back" mo'at says, watching as neytiri ascends with her face, getting up to get everything her mother asked for. Mo'at watches as kiri is cooing to the baby, and began to wonder what such a young girl was doing alone with a baby. She could see that the baby was only a month old. Looking carefully at the girl's body, observing how on her neck hangs a green rock. Holding it in her hand, she had seen that rock somewhere.
After a rather agitated afternoon, neytiri was sitting next to her mother. Holding the baby, and kiri was next to the girl. "So what are we going to do with him?" asks Kiri. "I think it will be best if you take care of him…for tonight. She is very weak, I will take care of her" says mo'at, arranging a few pieces of white hair. Neytiri reaches over and caresses the girl's cheek. "Kiri…come let's go to the house" speaks neytiri. Kiri gets up, following her mother. Just as they were about to leave. "Neytiri…later I will come by your hut" says mo'at. Neytiri ascends, and leaves the hut. Looking at the baby in her arms.
Arriving at the hut, she finds to her surprise that everyone in the Sully family was there. Tuk is still small, so she runs to her mother. She hadn't seen her all day, but stops when she notices what her mom is carrying in her arms. "Is that a baby?" the little girl asks. Neytiri smiles, "Yes…and it's very small." neytiri walks over to where jake is. "A baby? where did you get that?" the man is scared and worried. Neytiri sits down next to him, moving the piece of cloth covering the baby a little. Revealing a totally white baby, his eyelashes, hair…everything. This causes everyone in the family to move closer. Including the two youngest men in the family. "That's…what is it?" asks lo'ak. Touching the baby's tiny foot. "I found a girl." Neytiri pauses, telling her family everything that happened. "Those bastards" jake says, the demons were just destroying…he was thinking to himself.
"I'm taking care of him…until she's okay" neytiri says. "but" she pauses…as some tears streamed down her face. "She is so young…I think she is the same age as you" neytiri looks at neteyam. The boy just looks at the baby that his mother holds on her chest. "and she's alone…I couldn't leave her there alone. She offered me her baby…she told me to keep him. Assuming she was going to die." says neytiri. Jake hugs her, and kisses her on the hundred. "You did the right thing my love…you're great. I bet that girl will be grateful" Jake speaks. At that same moment, everyone hears mo'at enter the hut.
"How is she?" asks Neytiri quickly. "She is stable…but she is very sleepy. I was able to give her the drink…she looks better" says mo'at. Kiri puts her hand to her chest, sighing in relief. " Mom…where did that girl come from?" neytiri asks, watching as mo'at sits in the familiar circle.
" The clan of the cold mountains…one of the most ancient clans. Great warriors and hunters. Their white skin, perfect for being invisible in their territory. Prepared to withstand brutal cold. Ghosts in white. They are not like all na'vis. separating in the far reaches of the mountains, to maintain their lineage. They carry a beautiful magic in their being… they are the favorites of eywa." mo'at spoke, watching as everyone listened to her intently. "Your father and I met them… making a pact of peace. They cared for us and we cared for them. But we never had another close call…not until now." Mo'at pulls from his pocket a stone. "This was given as a sign of peace…she had it around her neck. I guess she came for help" there was a silence in the room.
"She told me there was no one left" neytiri holds the baby tightly. Remembering how hundreds of her clan were wiped out, how their home tree was destroyed. And now they had to live in these caves in hiding. "I imagine the worst has happened…but we have to wait for her to tell us everything" mo'at speaks, reaching up to caress the baby's cheek. "Where is her family? Where is her mate?" mo'at asks. Neytiri falls silent, she too had many questions…but for the moment she was going to take care of the two of you. Until she could figure everything out.
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theres-a-body-here · 5 months
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Scumtober- Day 18 (Medical Play)
SCP-049 x Male!reader
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"Now, now," said SCP‐049 calmly, raising a hand to wave vaguely at the array of tools. "Let us begin. First things first – tell me how you've been feeling recently?"
You snapped out of your trance. You were busy looking around the containment room. Right, you're here for a checkup. You've recently been feeling under the weather, which is concerning considering you're an Euclid class SCP. Even more ironic, your abilities pertain to human diseases and ailments, more specifically, spreading them on an unprecedented level yet remaining immune to them. So its not hard to see why the Foundation would be interested to know what exactly is infecting you.
"Ive been feeling strange.....melancholic" you say softly as you glance at his medical tools curiously. The doctor nods as his hand goes under his chin as if in thought. He motions for you to continue. You look through your memories. "I saw one of the assistants whispering to one of the researchers the other day. She laughed and I felt....left out"
The Plague doctor stops pondering as he internally facepalms. You're just lonely. He could cure this in his sleep.
SCP‐049 leaned against the table, his mask's beak pointing at you. "Ah yes, the Pestilence of loneliness," he mused. "A most insidious affliction indeed. But fear not," he purred, placing a gloved hand on your shoulder. "For I shall be your... cure."
Without warning, SCP‐049 pulled back suddenly, revealing a syringe in his gloved hand. Before you could react, he pressed it firmly against your neck and pressed down on the plunger, injecting you with an unknown substance. As he did so, he continued to speak in his smooth, almost hypnotic tone. "There now, that won't do. Let's see if this helps clear up those pesky blues."
He removes the syringe and starts cleaning up the spot where he injected you. Within minutes you start to feel a warmth traveling from your chest to your groin. You blush as you start to visibly tent up. You move your hands to cover your boner. The doctor huffs and shakes his head as he gently grabs your hands to pull them away. You groan but let him since you want this funk to end already, no matter what crazy ideas this loon has.
As SCP‐049 began examining you, his movements became increasingly sensual, his fingers tracing along your inner thighs and brushing against your growing erection. "Tell me, mon cher," he whispered behind his mask. "Have you ever considered... exploring your own desires? There's no shame in wanting pleasure, after all."
Your mind swirled with arousal as you tried to focus on answering him truthfully. Finally, you managed to stammer out a response. "I... I haven't really thought about it much."
He simply gives a hum in response before tugging at your pants. Your blush darkens but you let him, he's the professional after all....you think. The doctor pulls down your pants and underwear as he carefully folds them and places them on a chair besides the trolley holding the tools. You shiver as your bare ass touches the cold metal of the exam table. The doctor reaches over to the trolley and pulls it closer to the table. He picks up the clipboard.
With practiced ease, SCP‐049 spread your legs apart with his free hand, exposing your genitals to his gaze. He hummed appreciatively at the sight of your throbbing member, eager and throbbing. He tilted his head as he ran a finger lightly along the sensitive skin of your balls. You let out a soft sigh at the contact. Your cock flexes and twitches.
"Interesting..." he murmured, jotting down some notes on his clipboard. SCP‐049 moved closer to you, pressing the tip of his pen directly onto the slit of your penis. At the slight pressure, you let out a surprised whine, involuntarily thrusting your hips towards him. This elicited another low hum of approval from SCP‐049 as he went back to writing more notes.
He suddenly puts the clipboard onto the trolley. He picks up a thin metal rod and applies some lubricant to the end of it. You raise an eyebrow as you try to guess where its going. With deliberate slowness, he placed the lubed end of the rod against the slit of your penis. You sharply inhale as you wait, shaking with nerves.
"Relax, cherie," he crooned, running a gentle hand across your stomach. "This won't hurt...much."
Slowly, oh so slowly, SCP‐049 pushed the sounding rod into your urethra, making sure to apply just enough pressure to keep you aroused without causing pain. As he worked, he couldn't help but marvel at the way your body responded to each millimeter of intrusion – your breath coming faster, your cock growing harder, and your eyes widening in anticipation.
Finally, with a satisfied grunt, SCP‐049 reached the desired depth and held the rod steady, taking great satisfaction in hearing your whimpers. Placing a small clamp near the base of the rod, he secured it in place, ensuring that it wouldn't slide any further into your urethral tunnel. Satisfied with his work, he returned to his clipboard, scribbling furiously as he documented everything he observed.
You whimper as he takes his time. "Please....I need more" You moan out desperately. The doctor rolls his eyes and sighs. Being a doctor can be so demanding sometimes. He shakes his head as he lubricates his gloved hands liberally.
"Oh, very well," SCP‐049 sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically behind his mask. "It seems our dear patient requires additional stimulation." He presses his fingers against your puckered hole, inciting a soft moan from you.
With expert precision, SCP‐049 inserted two fingers past the tight ring of muscle guarding your entrance. He scissored them open once inside, stretching you wider. Each movement was accompanied by a keening cry from you, your voice hoarse with desire. Your hips buck and your cock bounces, causing the metal rod to slide a bit in and out.
"Subject exhibiting signs of extreme arousal. Penis fully erect, testicles drawn up close to body. Vocalizations indicate heightened state of excitement. Shall proceed with next phase of experiment"
As SCP‐049 spoke, he removed his fingers from your hole and replaced them with three – one middle finger sandwiched between two index fingers. Your body writhed helplessly on the table as you let out guttural moans.
SCP‐049 grabs hold of your shoulder for support, using it as leverage to drive his digits deeper still. His fingers move with a cruel rhythm, plundering your depths ruthlessly until you felt like nothing more than an empty vessel begging to be filled. You grasp the edge of the table for support as he abuses your prostate. The sounding rod bobbed maddeningly inside you, adding yet another layer of sensory input to fuel your impending climax. Already, you could feel the telltale stirrings deep within your core as your orgasm approached.
Desperate to reach release, you claw at SCP‐049's robe, searching for something solid to anchor yourself amidst the storm of pleasure. Without warning, he yanks the sounding rod out of your urethra in one swift motion, sending a geyser of hot semen shooting forth from your dick. It splatters across your torso and chin, leaving you utterly spent and trembling with post‐orgasmic bliss.
"Magnifique!" SCP‐049 declared triumphantly, moving back slightly to admire his handiwork. "But I fear our session has only just begun, ma cher. We have much more ground to cover if we are to rid you of your loneliness."
With that cryptic statement, he began to undo the fastenings of his robes.
This was going to be a long visit to the doctors.
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gingiesworld · 6 months
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Mind Blowing Orgasm (Kinktober)
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MILF Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader
Warnings: Smut. Shameless Smut. Amab! Reader
Taglist: @bababaka @natashaswife4125
18+ MINORS DNI
Wanda hadn't really had a night to herself in a very long time, so the moment her best friend had invited her over for a drink and some overdue quality time. So naturally, Wanda jumped at the chance, leaving the twins with Vision before she drove to Y/N's.
"This is just what I needed." Wanda sighed as she exhaled the smoke as the two sat in the yard, enjoying the cool evening. "No Vis, no boys and no housework."
"Well, enjoy it hot mama." Y/N smirked as the two clinked their glasses.
"Do you know what I haven't had in years?" Wanda questioned as Y/N shook their head. "A mind blowing orgasm. Vis is more of pump and dump and I am left hanging."
"I could help you." Y/N told her with a smirk.
"I am married Y/N." Wanda reasoned with them weakly.
"When was the last orgasm you had Wanda?" They questioned as Wanda thought.
"I think it was with you in college." She whispered, a blush coating her cheeks as Y/N smiled at her, taking her glass from her and setting it down on the table.
"I have more experience now." They husked as they leaned into her, teeth grazing her ear lobe. "I can give you your most intense orgasm."
"I'm afraid." Wanda whispered as Y/N pulled back. "I don't want to ruin Vis and I or our friendship."
"Wanda, the last time we had done this, you were with Steve." They reminded her. "He wasn't giving you the pleasure you craved so I stepped in and that never ruined us." Y/N started to kiss her neck as their hand travelled up her thigh, ghosting over her clit through her leggings. "It won't ruin us this time."
"Protection?" She gasped as Y/N rubbed her through the fabric as she instinctively opened her legs.
"You know I can't have kids." They reminded her as she bit her lip as Y/N applied more pressure. "Let me hear those pretty moans." They husked as they released her lip with their thumb before cupping her cheek, urging her to open her eyes. Her pupils dilated with lust as her breathing increased.
"Take me." She whispered as they captured her lips in an instant, kissing her hard as their hand found it's way underneath the fabric of her leggings and underwear. The two moaned as Y/N ran a finger through her wet folds.
"Fuck." They husked as they rested their forehead on hers. "So fucking wet Wanda." She only nodded as Y/N inserted two fingers, thrusting at a steady pace before she held their hand.
"Upstairs." She whispered as they just nodded. Pulling their hand away from her as she whimpered. They stood up and held their hand out for her before leading her to their bedroom. Wanda stripped as they closed the door before turning to face her. Over the years since they had last saw her, her body had changed due to age and having the twins.
"You are as stunning today as you were all those years ago." They told her as she blushed under their tender gaze. Something she hadn't heard off of her husband in a very long time. She approached them and kissed them hard, once Y/N had reached down and squeezed her ass, she moaned giving Y/N the opportunity to slip their tongue in her mouth.
Wanda tried to get Y/N to strip as she unbuttoned their shirt as they pushed her back towards the bed. Laying her down gently before their fingertips grazed the curves of her body. Placing kisses all over her skin, especially the stretch marks since they know how insecure she gets. Y/N kept eye contact as they kissed just above her clit before licking through her folds. Seeing how Wanda react to their touch, even after all of those years spent apart.
"Fuck." She gasped as Y/N teased her entrance with their tongue. Her eyes squeezed shut as Y/N went deeper with their tongue, their hands reaching up to massage her breasts, making her arch her back as she let out a gutteral moan. "Oh." Wanda moaned as she could feel herself get embarrasingly closer to the edge. With a scream of their name she came over the edge, expecting Y/N to stop their movements but they only went faster. Wanda's legs trembled violently as she squirted her juices as Y/N lapped them up. Soon kissing up her body as she calmed down.
Y/N hovered above her, gazing at her tenderly as she opened her eyes and a sheepish smile on her face as she caressed their cheek. Her heart beating faster, from either the intense orgasm she just had or the closeness she had craved from someone.
"Are you ok?" They asked her as she nodded before she leaned up and kissed them passionately.
"Amazing." She whispered as she reached down and started to pull their sweats down. "Now I need you Y/N." She whispered as she lined them up with her entrance. Wrapping her leg around their waist, pushing them inside of her as the two moaned at the feeling.
"Fuck." Y/N squeezed their eyes closed. "I forgot how amazing you feel around me." They whispered as they kissed her neck as they started to thrust their hips. Wanda wrapped her arms around them to keep them close. As they went faster and harder, she scratched down their back making them hiss in pain as she drew blood.
"Right there." Wanda moaned as they shifted slightly, a breathy moan leaving her mouth as they brushed her g spot. "Just." Before she could continue, they thrust harder against her g spot making her hold her breath. The knot in her stomach tightening the more they hammered into her. Their chests rubbing against the other as the sweat helped with movement as their skin moved together. Wanda came crashing down hard as she clenched around them, throwing them over the edge as she kept them close to her, not allowing them to pull out.
The two soon smiled before kissing as Y/N hovered above her, brushing her hair from her face.
"That was much better than I remember." Wanda whispered as Y/N smiled at her.
"It was much better." They whispered. "You certainly got more beauty with age Wanda. Such a work of art." Wanda blushed deeply before she kissed them hard once more before Y/N moved to lay on their back, opening their arms for her which she didn't hesitate to lay in their arms.
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dream a little dream of me | e.m
summary: Robin and Nancy realise that you are suddenly avoiding sitting at the D&D table where you usually sat, and someone else gets to hear about your very steamy reason behind it.
pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
genre: suggestive goofy fluff
involves: reader being a pining MESS, a wet dream and some descriptions of it, suggestive ending, some teasing coming from Eddie.
word count: 2k
note: my first Eddie Munson fic is finally out! I wrote this between yesterday morning and today, and, I clearly did get carried away, as I said before I didn't intend for this to be longer than 800 words. I tried to finish and post this as fast as I could because your excitement got me excited! And I got honestly pretty proud of it, so please do tell me what you think. Mwah! 🫶🏼
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You inhaled sharply, holding your breath a little as you entered the cafeteria. Scanning the place with your eyes, you found the usual, daily 40-minute chaos every student was allowed to – each social group was at their usual sits, some also divided from freshmen to seniors. And while you let a long huff of air out through your mouth, your eyes met with his figure, putting his tray dramatically on the Hellfire table – your usual table –. You felt like holding air onto your lungs all over again, or at least running to the closest bathroom, if not away from school itself. You desperately wanted to call in sick and run away from Eddie Munson, that was your provisional solution.
It felt all so real, the way you felt under him as he slowly and lovingly ran his hands through your soft, warm skin. The tips of his fingers were slightly calloused from all the guitar playing and they provoked goosebumps as he layed his beautiful hands on your belly. His perfectly plump lips added soft little moist spots in between your breasts as he layered kisses in there. His hair was tickling your neck and your legs were starting to tangle in each other.
Your eyes were tightly closed, and as you forced them open in an attempt to come back to your reality while starting to walk back around the tables with your own tray in your hands, you caught a glimpse of Robin and Nancy talking at a separate, small table. You were quite literally just about to walk past them in the direction of Hellfire, but in an outburst and with your heart racing, you walked a few steps back and threw yourself on a bench, sitting beside Robin. "Hi! hey, you guys I haven't seen you here! how's everything going?” Your voice sounded higher than normal, squeaky even, and you didn’t give your girlfriends any time to answer. “Nancy, you got your cover published, right? I’m so, so happy for you! How are you feeling?" though trying to feign any normality, you babbled all too quickly, both girls looking stunned at your sudden entrance, Robin frowned her eyebrows and glanced at Nancy, who was already looking at her with her own eyebrows arched and wide eyes. You noticed while your friends were having a tiny little debate through stares, and Nancy turned back at you. "y/n, why..." she pressed her lips together in a friendly smile "why are you sitting here? as in why aren't you at the hellfire table? I really don’t mean to be rude but… We don’t normally talk at lunch."
You almost winced. Fuck! You just can't be near those boys right now, you couldn't look at Eddie while he acted discourses, entertaining and basically ruling everyone at that table, not after last night. See, you screwed yourself when, in those typical situations, you dreamt about your friend who was starting to look a tiny bit cuter in your eyes. Except it wasn't simply any dream. You had a wet dream with your best friend who was starting to look cute in your eyes.
Damn it. His breath felt hot in your collarbones while your own was starting to sound gasped, both getting heavier by the second, the air getting thicker as you crossed that fine line between friendship and something else, as Eddie kissed that fine line away and you held back moans to hide how good it felt to finally do it.
Robin noticed a pang of guilt in your eyes as you turned back from a quick – but not so discreet – stare at your geeky friend group. "listen, I just- today. I just can't! I just can't look at Eddie!" you whispered the last part, still emphasizing it. Nancy turned her head slightly to the side as Robin couldn’t help her brain to process things way too quickly for her own good, she snapped “did you guys have a fight?!” 
“No!” You nearly screamed right back at her, starting to feel overwhelmed. It’s not that you didn’t trust your friends enough to tell them about this, though since she got with Jonathan Nancy tuned down on the boy-talk significantly, and Robin was more used to just pining, claiming it was simply safer for her that way. Y/n, though, was really just feeling so guilty and at the same time so scared she was suddenly starting to see her friend that way.
Seeing him. The sight of him hovering on top of her, all of his tattoos on display just for her to see and touch. His back muscles flexing as he lowered for each kiss or each thrust. The view of his arms and broad shoulders as he ducked down, engulfed in you and the passionate moment. The little times you would allow yourself to open your eyes just a bit and you were met with his. The way he smiled at you in the middle of the sheets. It was all so real you could spend hours redrawing the beautiful sight of Eddie Munson, your best friend, and dungeon master, on the bed with you, in your dream.
You let out a sigh, losing count of how many times you have done it since you woke up that morning. “Look, girls, I…,” you were met with the curious and supportive gaze of Nancy and Robin, who were silently ushering you to say whatever was bothering you about Eddie. “I had a dream last night and it just crosses a lot of boundaries and I just can’t face him right now, really”
As you explained yourself, trying your absolute best to make your friends understand what you were talking about without explicitly saying it, Eddie was not so subtly staring at your current table for a while now. He had noticed a few minutes prior when Robin spoke a little too loud that you were talking — probably gossiping — about him, the boy was notably worried because for starters you hadn’t sat amongst them that day, which already wasn’t usual at all, plus he was really excited about how he had unraveled the next events from his campaign, and he wanted to talk about it. Jeff noticed the frustrated frown on Eddie’s face and followed his gaze until his eyes reached your back as well. He nudged Dustin, both starting to convince Eddie to just go ahead and ask you if anything was wrong, not before smirking to themselves.
Eddie indeed had walked away from his table and was getting near you, Robin and Nancy’s faces were melting from interest to a slight panic, eyes widening again. But, too invested in venting about the problem at hand, you hadn’t noticed that, nor the reason behind it, not before it was too late. “Who can’t you face right now?” You heard his voice coming from behind you, widening your own eyes this time around.
Gosh, his voice. Hearing his voice for the first time after dreaming about it being so raspy and loud while muttering sweet nothings in her ear was hard. Your mind had no trouble taking you back to the vivid moans you heard in your dream – you were the cause of said moans –, while hearing him singing sometimes with Corroded Coffin, or even quietly in his room, his voice would already provoke palpitations in your heart nonetheless, but never in such scenarios, never so intimate, never so dirty.
You jumped from your sit, looking startled in the direction of the object of your probation for the day. Damn it, he was glowing, You were at a loss of words, gulping as an answer to his question, you knew damn well that you would only stutter if you so much as tried to come up with anything slightly convincing. “As a matter of fact, she was talking about you!” - Nancy stated calmly as if she knew just what she was doing Robin’s eyes went wide but soon she smirked in understanding. You were, apparently, betrayed by your own friends, gawking at them for a few seconds before turning back at Eddie. 
“Yeah she dreamt of you, actually,” it was Robin’s time to speak, making you run both hands through your face as Eddie wondered, “A dream?”. You pieced two and two together thankfully fast, but although you understood where the girls were coming from, this was not the right time or situation to indulge in confessing any bubbling feelings, so you went with the option Robin gave you earlier.
“Yeah, I dreamt that we fought! And you were a real di- a real prick to me about it! Okay?” You arched both eyebrows and tilted your head to the side, trying your best to muster any confrontation. You were terrible at it, and the only thing on your mind right now was how the first word that came to your mind to describe Eddie’s “bad” attitude in your dream was “dick”. What the fuck. Shit. You couldn’t be serious. You were starting to sweat. 
“...Wait but are you mad because of a fight with dream me?” Eddie nearly sounded concerned this time around, talking about his dream self as if he was referring to a whole other persona, maybe an evil twin or something like it.
Dream him. His touch, his breath, the sight of him, how he sounded. This was killing you.
You felt a pang of guilt at the way he sounded though, frowning slightly before looking back at Nancy. She wore a friendly scolding expression, lips pressed together. It was unfair to him that since you couldn’t control your silly little brain and its damned dirty thoughts, you’d simply ignore Eddie as a solution. 
As you fell silent for a little long, Eddie touched your arm softly. “can we…?” He nearly whispered softly motioning somewhere else with his head, indicating he wanted to talk to you with a little more privacy. Your friends giggled, you’d remember to  — playfully —  confront them about this later. Later, because right now Eddie was being all worried and soft, and this was killing you.
You left the cafeteria, and Eddie was still with his hand in your arms as he stopped in front of you, his hands made their way down to yours as you rested your back on a wall, gulping again. The hall was really quiet, Eddie started speaking again, looking at you with those soft, big brown eyes. “Are you actually mad at me? Come on, what can I do about it? How can real me compensate you for the way dream me acted, hm? What did I do?” It was funny, though, the way he wasn’t even being ironic about the whole fight dream and how he was willing to make things right. If you weren’t so worried and build up about the whole real situation, you would’ve laughed.
"No, Eddie, you didn’t do anything wrong, I… We didn't fight, we…" Every little stop was a nervous, deep breath. Eddie seemed to be really focused on what you were trying to say and as you fell into silence again, he noticed you trying to wet your dry mouth with your tongue, your gulp, the way you were gripping both his arms, your closed eyes, and eyebrows pressed together. Your generally flustered complexion. Eddie Munson was repeating for the third time, but he could put two and two together, especially when he himself has acted that way about you before, he was just better at hiding it.
“What did we do then, y/n?” His voice was more stern this time, and you looked at him quickly, opening your eyes that started to wide almost involuntarily this time, he was smirking. your mouth fell into a small “o”, and his smile only widened at that. He caught onto you. Shit.
Eddie didn’t contort his face into one of disgust or run away from you as you has imagined earlier today, though, no. He was still there, both of your hands were still with a tight grip on his arms, nearly hiding his bat tattoos, his right hand was still on yours as the left one flew to cup your cheek. The damned bell rang. It felt like you were dreaming and then woke up all over again. Eddie kissed your forehead, “You know… you could stay a little later after we’re finished with Hellfire today, tell me a little about the dream. I can still compensate for dream me, I hope.” And with a wink, he just mixed into the chaotic crowd of students going back into class.
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done-with-the-shit · 10 months
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Lots of love~
Karma Akabane x Reader
Anime: Assassination Classroom
Characters: Karma Akabane
Note: GN!Reader
You sat quietly on the porch of Karma's house. You'd tried knocking on the door, but no one answered. You'd also tried texting Karma to ask where he was, but so far you'd received no reply.
'Where is he?' you wondered.
Earlier that day Karma had called you and invited you over to cuddle and watch movies.
"I've got snacks, blankets, and some of the most horrific movies I could find!" Karma had said.
"A horror movie marathon?" You had smiled at the suggestion, "We haven't had one of those in ages!"
"Yep, it's been too long." Karma had agreed, "Meet me at my house at 4:45 this afternoon. sound good?"
You had agreed to the plan enthusiastically, but now it was past 5:00 pm and Karma had yet to arrive.
'He... He probably had to go to the store or something before we met up and he's on his way back now!' you tried to reason to yourself.
But as more and more time passed, the you became more and more worried abour where your boyfriend could be.
You checked the time on your phone. 'It's almost 5:25 and he still hasn't replied. Maybe I should see if I can find him. But where should I look? I don't know where he is.. Maybe I should just head home? But what if Karma is hurt? Or, what if..'
You paused as a thought came to your mind. 'What if he isn't hurt or on his way back at all? What if Karma wasn't responding to me for a different reason..?'
"What if.. he just doesn't want to see me?" you said quietly as you looked at the ground.
You shook your head, trying to forget about that thought. Even though you and Karma were dating, your self-consciousness still affected you when you thought about your relationship with the confident redhead. You still found it hard to believe that someone as amazing as Karma would be interested in being friends with someone like you, let alone date them.
'No, no I shouldn't think about that!' you internally scolded yourself, 'Why would Karma invite me over today if he didn't want to see me..? If he changed his mind about this movie night he would have told me wouldn't he? He wouldn't just leave me on his porch until I got tired of waiting and left.. Right?'
You shook your head, 'No, of course that's right? He's just running late is all. I don't know where he would have needed to go before our meet up, but he's late coming back from there...'
You frowned as you contemplated whether it would be better to continue waiting for your boyfriend to arrive or to go home. It was late autumn so the sun would be setting soon and it was dangerous to stay out after sunset. Not to mention Karma still hadn't answered your texts...
'I think I should go home..' you decided, standing up off of the porch steps. 'I should text Karma and let him know I'm leaving! Actually, if he hasn't seen my texts by now he probably won't see them if I send another... I think I have my notebook with me, maybe I can leave a note instead? We'll just have to meet up again some other ti-'
"N/n?"
You were reaching for your pocket to grab your notebook when the sound of your nickname being spoken made you freeze. But the only person who called you that was...
"Karma?"
You looked up and sure enough, Karma was standing a few feet away on the pathway leading to the front porch. In an instant you smiled and ran over to greet your boyfriend.
"Hey Karma! What took you so...?" you trailed off as you realized something as Karma didn't seem to notice as he started talking, "Yeah, sorry for the wait. I ran into a bit of.. trouble on the way home." Karma explained.
You fell silent as you looked Karma over. He seemed normal for the most part, but you couldn't help feeling like something about him was... Off. Then you saw a small cut on the side of Karma's face, almost hidden by his hair.
Your eyes widened. "You're hurt!"
"Oh, it's nothing," Karma shrugged, surprised that you noticed so quickly.
"It is not nothing!" you argued, taking Karma's hand in yours, "Come on, let's go inside and I'll get you a bandage."
Karma wanted to assure you that he was fine, but he was too startled by his lover's insistence to do anything except hand you his house key. You took the key and led Karma inside by the hand, sitting him on the couch before running to the bathroom to search for a first aid kit. You returned a minute or so later with the kit and sat down next to Karma, but before you could do anything else Karma spoke "Y/N.. I appreciate your concern, but I'm fi-"
"No you aren't, you're bleeding!" you argued as you carefully moved Karma's hair away from the cut. "Now hold still."
Karma sighed a bit and held still while you pulled a bandage out of the first aid kit and put it over the cut. Once you'd put the bandage on, Karma moved back with a wince. You frowned, more worried than ever, "Karma, where else are you hurt?"
"Nowhere." he tried to argue.
You frowned, clearly unconvinced. The redhead looked away without saying anything. You only became more worried when your boyfriend wouldn't tell where he was hurt. You put a hand on Karma's shoulder as the taller male winced again.
"Karma, will you please tell me where you're hurt?" you asked.
Karma frowned, but turned toward you and pointed to his chest. Somewhat hesitantly, you reached over and unbuttoned Karma's shirt. The red haired teen looked away as you removed his shirt.
As you finished unbuttoning his shirt you gasp.. There were already bruises beginning to form on Karma's chest and stomach as well as on his right shoulder. The male with amber eyes noticed his lover's shock and tried to laugh his injuries off.
"See? I'm fine. Ha ha! Ow. "Karma trailed off with a slight wince.
You grabbed Karma's upper arms trying to avoid his injured shoulder and glared at him. "Why weren't you going to tell me about this?"
The redhead frowned again and looked at you quietly. You just sighed and got to work fixing up Karma's torso.
"Did you get into a fight on the way home?" you asked as you took care of the worst forming bruises.
Karma nodded, "Yeah, I-Ow!"
"Sorry." you apologized, "Please continue."
There wasn't much you could do about the bruises other than clean the area and wrap Karma's chest with bandages. You knew keeping ice on the bruises could also help, but you didn't have an ice pack on hand. So for the moment you just did the best you could to treat the injuries while Karma began his story.
"I decided to stop by the store to pick up some snacks for us before you came over, but on my way back a kid in B-Class stopped me. As it turns out, he was a friend of an A-Class kid I beat up a while ago and he wanted revenge... I figured I could beat him pretty easily so I decided to humor him, maybe let him get a few good hits in on me if I was feeling nice! Thing is, the bastard didn't tell me he'd brought some friends with him.." Karma paused for a moment before he continued with a sigh, "He led me into an alley far enough off of the main road for no one to see us and four other people our age jumped me. I fought them off... but not before they could pull their punches, as you can see!"
You nodded, "I see.. That explains the bruising, but what about the cut on your face?"
"Oh, one of them had a knife.", Karma said.
"What?!"
"Ow! Geez, be carefull!"
You frowned. "I'm sorry, but you shouldn't be so calm about that. You could've lost an eye or something!"
"Sorry mom," Karma teased.
You laughed softly, "I guess I do sound like a parent, but I'm being serious! If one of them brought a knife, chances are they weren't just planning to rough you up."
"Are you suggesting they were trying to kill me?"
"It's possible.." you grabbed the bandage wrap and began wrapping it around the bruised areas. "You need to be careful about stuff like that. You're definitely a good fighter.. but you should be more aware of your health before and after fights! I don't know what I'd do if anything bad happened to you.."
You were so focused on finishing treating Karma's wounds that you didn't notice that Karma had gone silent until you were done. You put Karma's shirt back on and rebuttoned it while you gave your boyfriend a concerned look. "Karma, are you okay?"
Karma smiled, "You really care about me, don't you?"
You nodded slightly confused by the sudden question, "Of course I care about you! I love you."
Karma's face turned light pink, but still he smiled and pulled you into a hug.
You were still confused, but you hugged him back anyway, "Karma?"
"Sorry for the sudden hug. It's just... It's been a while since anyone cares about me this much. I'm not sure what to do or say.."
You smiled and moved back enough to see Karma without ending the hug. "You don't have to say anything Karma. But if you want to say something, just say you love me." Karma looked down at you, meeting your eyes and smiling softly. "Y/N, I love you!"
Those simple yet heartfelt words resonated with you and the only way you could think to repay your boyfriend was with a kiss.
When the kiss ended, the two of you cuddled up to each other on the couch, you were careful not to put any pressure on the bruises as you rested your head on Karma's left shoulder, while Karma put his arm around you squeezing you.
"Let's watch those movies later." Karma suggested.
You nodded in agreement, snuggling against your lover while being careful not to injure him further.
'I think I'm starting to understand..' you thought as you gazed up at your boyfriend, 'I'm new to relationships like this so most of the time I'm not sure what to do, but.. I think I need to take my time and let Karma know how much I care about him!'
Meanehile the redhead rested against you comfortably, "Y/N, you're really something special!" you smiled up at Karma. "I know."
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am i the asshole for still wanting my plushes back?
the people involved in this story are me (currently 22m, he/him), and my sibling J (currently 23nb, they/them), and this story happened while we were children, couldn't be older than 7 or 8. i am also autistic, and have very strong attachments to objects, especially plushes, so keep that in mind.
so J and i are not blood related, they lived in an awful situation with their bio mom and grandma until they joined my family when we were about 3 and 4. i think of them as my real sibling, and we are pretty close now, so this is pretty low stakes overall.
because of the neglect and spoiling that their previous caretakers raised them with, the first few years J was settling into our family were difficult, to say the least. they were super fussy, materialistic, and downright mean and entitled. i know this is a cruel thing to say about a mistreated child, especially since they are not like this anymore and regret it now, but it was true at the time. i was a very social and cheerful kid, and i had an older sister too, so i knew better how to treat other kids. i was really gung ho about having a new sibling, and wanted to make friends with them right away, but they did not share that sentiment.
one game i really liked to play (that definitely sparked my love of escape rooms later in life) was a clue-trail scavenger hunt thing where you would follow the clues one after another and eventually find the prize at the end. my parents set up a few of those for us over my childhood, and i got fascinated with it and wanted to set up them up for myself.
i tried multiple times to get J to play my scavenger hunt with me, since i was proud of the hiding spots and the rhymes i wrote on the clues, but they were very icy to me and often refused any game i wanted to play.
so i got an idea, to entice them to play, by making some of my pokemon plushes the grand prizes at the end of the hunt.
now you have to keep in mind, this was the mid-2000s, these pokemon plushes are choice collectors items and they do not make them like this anymore. and after a generous birthday gift from my aunt when i was maybe 6, i had a bountiful selection of them, that i knew J was bitterly jealous of, and sometimes would try and steal.
so i knew this would work as a carrot to get them to play with me, and it did! but they were only playing so they could have the prize, so every time i wanted to play again, i would have to offer up another one of my plushes, and eventually i ran out of all the ones we agreed were good or interesting, and now as an adult, the few i have remaining from my massive childhood collection are the ugly ones, and it makes me really sad to see how gutted it is from its former glory.
over the years, we've gotten a lot closer and J's nasty childhood attitude has all but disappeared, and i feel safe saying we're besties and get along fantastically.
i asked a few times as we got older and i remembered this occurance if i could have the plushes back, though, and they've always responded with a vehement No. they say i gave it to them fair and square, and they consider them a gift from me. i've tried pointing out that i only did it cause it was the only way i could get them to play with me when we were kids, and i kinda regretted giving away such valuable things when i was too young to really think about it. J always got upset at that point and said they didnt like thinking about how they used to be and it wasn't fair that i brought that into the conversation.
i 100% see how i could be the asshole here, since i did technically give the plushes to them, but i still kinda think its not fair of J to not even consider giving some back, because i was a dumb kid who just wanted to connect with my mean sibling. i try not to bring up how they used to act anymore, though, because i can understand how it hurts them to think about, but it is relevant in this specific situation.
i haven't asked them for the plushes back in a long time, but i was thinking about it again. and this is pretty low stakes, it wont ruin our relationship or anything, so tumblr, aita for still thinking J should give them back?
What are these acronyms?
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silvervioletvalentine · 8 months
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🖤¡And I never saw you coming , and I’ll never be the same!🖤
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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Teammate Cherrie!
Word count: 4.7k
Summary : lyric request : hey! love your writing by the way <3 could i request "and i never saw you coming and i'll never be the same" with charles leclerc? maybe cherrie's had a few bad breakups and she doesn't really trust men anymore, but charles comes along and just changes everything and it's superrr fluffy? thank you so much! x
A/N : hiii!! @cieloclercs Thank u for giving me the inspo for this fic!! Sorry it took so long but I had fun writing it. I hope you u like it!! You guys can send in more Taylor swift lyric prompts for f1 drivers or nhl players and I’ll see what I can do! Lemme know what u guys think xoxo
'I'm walking fast through the traffic lights
Busy streets and busy lives
And all we know is touch and go
We are alone with our changing minds
We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds, or fades in time'
Cherrie tried to push the stinging in the back of her eyes as she ignored the consistent buzzing of her phone in the back pocket of her jeans , sniffling quietly as she quickly crossed through the traffic lights .
Barely seeing a flash of green in the corner of her eyes as she rushed through the busy streets , everybody too overtaken by their own busy lives to pay her distressed self any mind.
And she supposed she took some solace in knowing that everybody was going through the same shit , at different points in their lives . Everybody got sick sometime. Everybody kissed somebody that they didn't see themselves spending the rest of their lives with. Everybody cried , everybody died. Everybody was suffering in some way, some had better coping mechanisms than others and some barely coped at all.
Some found art in pain and some found irony in their own , shaking her head with a bitter chuckle as she roughly pulled her still buzzing phone out from her pocket in a sudden burst of rage .
It had always been like this and at some point in her life she had started to wonder if she really was the problem. If she really were so unlovable than a man could look at her and see someone that they could lie to, someone that they would betray.
It wasn't fair. And it wasn't fair that it hurt each and every time. The sting of betrayal never got any lighter and even if she didn’t love them, it still hurt to know that they didn't love her either.
Maybe she deserved it. Maybe she just wasn't good enough.
To the rest of the world she was this shining star, destined for bright things. Destined to be the best, to stay at the top of her game . Racing fast until the slate ran clean , but no amount of trophy's and no amount of winnings could make this sickness brewing in her heart go away.
"What?" She snapped into the phone , not caring for the wary looks she received as she finally stomped her way into the paddock. Paying no mind to the cameras and no mind to those trying to catch her attention.
She was tired , so fucking tired of trying to be somebody that she just wasn't. She didn't want to smile and look pretty for anyone, she was sick of giving love and getting absolutely nothing but lies in return.
"Haven't you hurt me enough already ?" She almost cried into the speaker , wiping at her slowly drying eyes. She wasn't going to cry at work, she wasn't that type of girl.
She was the star after all. She was ferrari’s golden girl. She couldn't let them watch her bleed.
She had come out of crashing her car with much less scars than this relationship had left. And she was done.
She was sick of men. But she wanted love.
She didn't want to love a thousand of them, didn't want to go through the stages again . Through all the get to know you questions and the uncertainty , failing in love again till it hurts and then bleeds, then fades in time.
It just hurt. And she was tried of it.
"Now you want to give me a headache too?" She snapped at her now ex boyfriend in a rage, kicking the trash can in the corner of the room as she did so. Imagining it was his stupid face.
Why did all the pretty ones have to be such lying assholes in the end?
They had all been so beautiful until their true colours finally showed and it was so fucking ugly.
Like a picture she never asked to be painted , a puzzle that never would fit.
"I'm sorry baby- look- just come back home! We can talk about this-it doesn't have to end like this- I still love you-" the asshole tried to sound tearful but she knew that the only reason he was crying was because he got caught.
She let out a cold laugh, hand pressed to her forehead in frustration . Tears blurring her vision despite her otherwise blank face.
"It ended the moment you decided to kiss any lips but my own! You don't love me-" she laughed and she laughed. Sadly or bitterly , maybe both.
“If you really loved me, you wouldn't have been able to have been 'stolen from me' in the first place." She quoted what the headlines had wrote when they photographed her boyfriend with his tongue down some models throat.
But she didn't blame the woman. Oh no. Because he wasn't hers to begin with was he? Because if he was hers, he wouldn't have been tempted to do this. He wouldn't have even hesitated to say goodbye and turn the other cheek. He would have said no.
But instead he told her he loved her that night and then humiliated her for the world to see.
A awful pattern in most of her ex boyfriends , most of them pretty liars that liked to cry wolf as soon as she saw them for who they truly were.
"So goodbye. Don't call me. Lose my number asshole, we’re fucking done ." She instructed him with a hard sigh, done with this conversation now. Done with him.
She didn't see her teammate uneasily hesitate by the doorway , having heard every single world.
Having been worried about her since the headlines had made its way to his knowledge. But he didn't know what to do or say because they weren't exactly friends. They just worked together and she had been so fixated on lost love and championships, she barely paid him any mind at all . No matter what he did.
She tolerated him at most and no matter how hard Charles had tried to her closer to her, to show her that he was a good guy. She just was never interested .
Too busy with her bad guys to see him.
She almost jumped, startled , when she finally ended the phone call and turned around to see him standing there. Waiting for her to see him. To talk to her.
She inhaled deeply, pursing her lips together tightly as she realised that he had definitely heard it all.
Taking a moment to just look at him, seeing his soft , nervous smile on his pretty little face as he ran a hand through his hair. Eyes falling away from hers then down to his feet instead.
She sighed quietly , patience for men ran thin.
“You alright?" She muttered. Barely paying him any mind again as she tried to gather herself together , brushing down her clothes with the palm of her hands like she was brushing off the memories.
Charles slowly nodded his head, frowning a little. Worried.
"Yeah. are you?" He wondered in concern. She looked so sad. So tired. It hurt him to see.
He wondered how long this had been going on for, wondered why she kept doing this.
He had seen her jump from one guy to another , bad boyfriend after bad boyfriend. And he was starting to wonder if she got them off a bad friend, or if she was just catching these assholes like Pokemon balls at this point.
But Charles thought that she deserved so much more , to him she was daylight. She was golden.
He couldn't understand why she accepted fake love when she could have the real thing if she just opened her eyes and saw him standing there. He has always been there , waiting for her to see.
Instead she looked away, shrugging her shoulders in vague irritation . Not wanting to talk about it with her teammate that she barely knew beyond greetings and forced team bonding.
They weren't friends. She reminded herself to hit feel guilty for being so emotionally distant from him. She didn’t owe Charles anything.
Didn’t owe any man shit really. But still.
Maybe they were never meant to be friends.
She just didn’t know anymore . She sighed.
"I will be." She promised with a light laugh . To be polite . Before quickly Moving on. Because that was all she knew how to do.
‘And I never Saw you coming
And I'll never Be the same’
Cherrie looked down at the box of chocolate cupcakes in Charles hands, glancing back up to his little smile in confusion.
"What's this for?" She asked him curiously , lips twitching at the sight of all the different colour icing on top of them.
“It's not my birthday." She added as though he didn't already know. As though he didn't have her birthday marked in his Calendar as soon as he knew she existed .
Which was a long time ago, way before she even knew who he was.
Yeah. That’s how gone for her he was, and his friends could tease him all they liked for being ‘whipped’ and a longtime ‘simp’ for her, but he simply didn’t care. Because she deserved the world and Charles wanted to be the one to give it to her.
Charles just chucked a little, smile widening as he saw the way she breathed the smell in like the aroma was a candle . Gently taking one from the box , still sat on a random storage box in her garage as she watched her mechanics tinker with her car. Ever the vigilante.
He then took a seat beside her carefully , eyes never leaving The side of her pretty face, his cheeks flushing when she looked over at him and caught him staring . eyes not as dark or as sad as she took a bite from the cupcake , humming happily as she did so.
"I know." He acknowledged softly , fiddling with the box a little nervously . "I just-I overheard you telling your trainer this morning that you could really eat some cupcakes right now so.." he trailed off with a slight shrug. Swallowing.
But he was trying . So fucking hard to show her that he could be the one , that he could treat her right. That if she just have him a chance, he would never treat her like they did. He wasn’t them.
She just needed to trust in him.
Cherries eyes widened in surprise, having known that he was in the gym with them too , but not having realised that he paid any attention to her at all.
She was used to guys not listening to her mindless rambles and just leaving her to it, her talking usually just annoying them until they made some excuse to change the subject onto something they liked instead .
She exhaled softly , heart warming at his kind, selfless offer.
“Oh." She said smiling a little at him "then you heard him tell me not to eat them too. I'm meant to be on a strict diet." She giggled before taking a big bite.
Then she offered him a cupcake too.
Charles Beamed because it’s was progress.
Charles gently taking it from her fingers, playing with the wrapper as he murmured quietly .
“You can have them . You're perfect. And you-" he nervously giggled a little as he added quickly "you deserve them for winning the race."
Cherrie looked at him, confused. Face flushing a little from him calling her perfect so casually.
Like he meant it.
"I haven't won yet." She said.
Charles just smirked, nudging his shoulder gently against hers as he answered her easily "but you will." Because he believed in her. She could win anything she wanted. She was the best.
And Cherrie could only look down at the cupcakes, heart feeling strange as she realised that this might be something that she never saw coming .
Because it felt different, it hit different now. 
Had his smile always been so soft towards her? Had he always been this nice?
'You come around and the armor falls
Pierce the room like a cannonball
Now all we know is don't let go'
Cherrie could only let out a little groan when Charles found her in the corner of the ballroom, sulking in a beautiful silk gown as she clutched onto the empty champagne glass in his hand.
Feeling like a lonely loser in the darkened corner of the room. Watching the rich couples dance and laugh, and spinning circles around the room while she tried not to cry.
And utterly failed .
Charles found her tucked into the corner of the window seat , most of the velvet curtain covering her as she tucked her knee up underneath her chin and cried silently , waterproof makeup not budging.
She thanked god for it. She might be a little unstable but her mascara wasn't .
He looked concerned, and rightfully so. She was Crying at a party that was more like a grand ball , all mopey and for the first time in a long time, arriving alone. Maybe that was what was hitting her then.
That she was really alone. She didn't have anyone by her side anymore , no one to sneak off with , no more stolen kisses, silly jokes and long goodbyes.
It was just her now. Sat in a pretty gown, champagne glass and tears in her eyes. If only a poet could see her now. She'd be the star of his novel.
Charles leant against the wall of the fancy window, looking down at her quietly for a moment . Taking in the way she refused to meet his eyes, he sighed sadly .
"You're too pretty to be crying in your pretty dress Cher." He murmured to her softly . Meaning it.
She just laughed bitterly "I'm too pretty to be getting cheated on and having my heart ripped out but..." she shrugged with attitude "happens to me all the time. So Leave me alone Charles." She tried to push him away.
Charles took one good look at her, then shook his head, laughing sadly at how easy she thought she could scare him away.
Instead He sat down beside her, pulling his knees up so that they were sat toe to toe. Tapping the heel of his dress shoes against her heels to make her look up at him.
Grinning a little at the glare she shot him, he shook his head fondly.
"No. I'm not." He simply denied. Because he wasn't going to leave her alone, crying at a party . No way. "Don't be silly."
"Piss off." She snapped back. Kicking his foot with her heel.
He barely reacted.
Instead, he snorted at her, smirking . "You've been hanging around lando too much. Should have said bugger off." He told her amused.
She glared even harder then , wiping underneath her eyes with a little huff.
“Charles. I'm serious. I don't want to talk to you." She told him , upset.
He just shrugged, getting comfortable . "Why are you so upset? Is this about that asshole again? Cause he doesn't deserve your tears." He asked her instead.
Cherrie groaned . Then looked at his soft eyes, stubborn face and gave in.
Her amor falling down just like that.
"I know but all I've known is touch and go." She murmured sadly . Finally Letting him in . "It's never permanent and it's always me that gets my heart broken. Men fucking suck."
Charles blinked , then "thanks. I can confirm that we do suck. But why are you crying? It's over now , no? You should be celebrating if anything, that you got rid of that asshole!" He nudged her foot with his again. Grinning at her like a fool as he tried to cheer her up.
and it worked. Her shoulders slowly relaxing without her even realising it as she giggled, looking over at him in amusement .
"In this party? They don't even have any real food! They offered tiny cheese that even a mouse would go hungry eating!" She complained to him.
Eyes widening in surprise when he suddenly jumped to his feet, grinning down at her as he offered her His hand.
"Come in then!" He said . Rolling his eyes when she just looked up at him like he was insane.
“Let's get out of here! We can see what's open and hang out . Hopefully over some pizza." He tugged at her hand impatiently , pulling her to her feet when she failed to do it herself.
Gasping a little with a laugh as he started rushing her out of the grand doors, paying no mind to the looks they received .
He just held onto her hand tighter , her other hand quickly reaching down to hold up her dress as they started to run down the dark and empty street together .
Charles laughing as she squealed , giggling along with him too.
"I'm going to fall!" She exclaimed while wobbling.
But Charles just tugged her closer, tightening his grip on her hand as he looked over at her with a wide grin on his face. Beaming at her , eyes sparkling beneath the moonlight.
"Then don't let go!" He said.
'We are alone, just you and me
Up in your room and our slates are clean
Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes'
Cherrie didn't know how she ended up here. In Charles room at midnight , sleep clouding her eyes as he pulled her lazily to his chest, his fingertips tracing soft letters into her shoulders. Feeling his soft breathing ontop of her forhead as he held her close , their legs intertwined as they listened to the faint sound of the radio playing .
"I shouldn't be doing this." She whispered into the dark, yet snuggled into him even closer . Feeling his lips curve into a smile against the top of her head, laughing lightly as he gently flicked between her shoulders
He just hummed "you should be doing whatever you want to be doing." He simply replked. Twirling her hair around his finger with his other hand, lost in all that she was. all that she could be.
Cherrie sighed, troubled.
Frowning sadly "I don't know what I want anymore." She admitted to him , feeling a small weight break apart from her chest as she did so.
Charles sighed too, like her sadness was hurting him. Then he carefully pulled away until they were nose to nose , looking into her eyes with all the patience in the world for her.
She softened. And He did too. His heart mirrored hers. All she was him then.
And All he had ever seen was her.
"And That's okay. You will." He believed it. He trusted it.
He had her now and he was going to make sure that she knew what good love felt like for as long as she would let him.
And she knew. And she exhaled shakily , hugging him to her as she felt a small surge of guilt run through her body.
"You don't want this Charles . I'm a mess." She tried to make him see.
But he did see her. and he loved what he saw, he always had. A few shitty ex boyfriends wouldn't scare him away.
"I think I'll decide what I want." He told her in vague amusement . As stubborn as she was. He wasn't about to let this , her, go.
"You'll be waiting a long time." She tried again. But it was futile .
He just laughed "I don't care. It'll be worth the wait." He whispered back to her, smiling softly.
She felt her cheeks flush and then she smiled too.
'And I've loved in shades of wrong
We learn to live with the pain
Mosaic broken hearts
But this love is brave and wild'
The ghost of past heartbreak got easier to deal with because of course it did. and what once felt overwhelming and painful now just felt something like vague annoyance , a little sadness of what could of been.
But she wasn't alone to face it this time. So when Ben, her ex , turned to her with a new woman on his arm at a party, she could only let out a resigned laugh. Because this was how she let go.
She felt Charles arm tighten briefly around her waist but she didn't look at him. Feeling him with her was enough to give her the courage to smile in face of somebody that had hurt her deeply, and now she barely felt a thing towards him at all.
"Hey." Ben breathed out nervously , looking at her with big eyes that darted between her and Charles with a slight frown. "How have you been?" He asked her .
It was then that she Finally glanced over at Charles, stifling a laugh as she saw the look on his face, clearly unimpressed and looking like he wanted nothing more than to trip her ex boyfriend into a pile of hot shit.
"How have I been?" She mused.
Meeting Charles knowing eyes as she thought about the summer of holidays , of exploring places and a new body. Of soft kisses and unbroken promises , of commitment and truths.
She thought about all the good love that she had experienced lately at the hands of Charles , who had done but persistently show her that she deserved nothing but the best.
That she didn't need to overthink the bare minimum because he gave her the world.
He have been showing her what a man truly in love looked like. And he was looking at her like she was his best friend, like she hung all the stars in his sky. Like he was looking at her and see the future , saw a bride. Saw a forever friend
So she smiled at Ben genuinely , shocking him as she told him Honeslty . "I've been good."
Because she was learning to live  with the pain of broken memories. Of fading , old loves and she was slowly having her heart stitched back together by the soft hands of her teammate.
'This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right'
But it wasn't easy and they're were moments were Cherrie was so sure that Charles would leave her. That he would see what a mess she really was and realise that she wasn't worth the fight.
But he stayed each and every time .
He fought back when she screamed at him to go, because he knew that wasn't what she really wanted…she just wasn't used to being verbally emotional with a guy that actually loved her.
She was So used to quick goodbyes and letting go. So used to feeling like a stepping stone.
But this was different now. It hit different now.
"This isn't going to fucking work Charles! You're insane for thinking that it ever would!" She screamed at him. Upset and worked up over something that she couldn't even explain.
All the ghosts of bad love making her like this. Making her shiver with unease . Expecting all the bad things, anticipating the goodbye.
And she thought that he would crumble , that he would leave her like they all did and had.
But this was Charles , who was just as stubborn as she was. and crazily in love with her too. He wasn't going anywhere.
He was in this for forever .
"You're insane If you think I'm just going to give up because you're scared Cherrie!" He gave it to her bluntly . Wanting to give her a little shake so that she would just listen to him.
She was so stubborn. But he loved her, so fucking much.
This was the worthwhile fight. And love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right.
and he knew that she needed a little bit of tough love sometimes , some directness to get her there. She was used to being brushed aside and nobody fighting back, used to no effort and lies.
Charles wasn't going to let that happen ever again. He chose honesty . Always. Because no relationship would last if it was built on flimsy lies.
"All those other guys. They are idiots okay? They were stupid , insecure boys who didn't know what to do or how to handle a woman like you! They didn't know what they had until you are gone and that's on them. Not you." He told her firmly . Planting his hands gently on her arms to turn her to face him.
With attitude, she slapped them away. Huffing as she glared back at him. He stubbornly glared back too. Not giving in.
He wasn’t going to let her push him away.
“And you do? You can handle me?" She scoffed. Expecting him to back off the. . She was being a bitch and she knew it.
Because Charles was right, she was scared.
Because this felt real.
It was real. and she had never felt anything good like this before, she felt like she was waiting for it all to fall down .
Waiting For him to lie, to hurt her. To chose another girl , to love anyone but her when he finally got bored of her attitude  , got sick of her in general.
But then she looked at him. His tearful eyes and incredulous smile as he took another step closer to her, never walking away. Looking at her with a shake of his head, even laughing a little and she knew.
She knew this was different.
This was it.
"I can. I do." He continued for her quietly "because I love you. I am so in love with you that when you’re being mean to me, When you’re making your stupid jokes and telling me all your bitchy gossip. and when you're everything that those other guys told you were 'bad traits'. I fall in love with you even more. Because you're you." He told her simply , heart wide open for her to see.
She had the keys to it, it felt like she always had. He had just been waiting for her to use them, to see him.
"And I love you."
She could see him clearly now. And she finally believed him, trusted him.
So she kissed him .
She grabbed his face between her hands. And kissed him like it would be the last time, but it was the beginning of forever .
He was going to be the last man she ever kissed hopefully , his head tilting with a soft moan as he pulled her close. Even smiling ahinst her teeth as she tried to deepen it , groaning in frustration when his breathless laugh forced them to break apart.
"What?" She wondered. Grinning just because he was. She gently stroked the red apples of his cheeks with her thumbs , fondly .
He turned his head and gently kissed her hand "I'm gonna need to head you say it back." He told her seriously. Impatiently this time.
He even placed his hands on his hips , raising a eyebrow at her while she just huffed a laugh of amusement . Shaking her head at him with a little giggle, pulling him back into her.
"I am so in love with you, you idiot! God! How could I not be?" She breathed out. Her Heart finally healed, heart golden and her heart all for him.
He kissed her this time. and he kissed her and it tasted like forever. It tasted like love.
But this time, it felt good and right. It was worth the wait, worth every tear and every fight.
Because All the bad love had brought her here, into his arms. Where he was always waiting , and she was never gonna be the same.
'This is the golden age of something good and right and real'.
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When the Preeminent was finally submerged, something... Strange... Happened. All of the remaining ghosts collapsed to the floor at the same time. Every single one of them. Lloyd watched, confused as Morro fell.
He should probably... Do something? Right?
He walked over to the ghost, cautiously.
He instinctively reached out to roll Morro over, but his hand faded through the ghost's body.
Luckily- or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it- the ghost stirred after only a few awkward moments of stillness.
Morro rolled over, blinking and confused. Lloyd's green eyes met Morro's brown for only a second before jerking away, searching for anywhere else to look other than the eyes of his-
Wait.
Morro's eyes were green.
Why are they brown now?
Unless...
"Where... Am I?" The ghost asked slowly.
What.
"You are in Stixx, Morro. You know, the place where you literally released a giant tentacle monster and then tried to curse the entire realm? That place?"
Lloyd looked back at Morro. The ghost looked like you had just told him his grandma died and then killed his puppy.
"You... Do remember doing that, right?"
Morro shook his head no.
"Do you remember possessing me? Breaking into Cloud Kingdom? Stealing the armour?"
"I don't- Cloud Kingdom? What? Why would i-"
"GET THE FU- FRICK AWAY FROM MY BROTHER YOU JERK!"
Lloyd almost didn't have time to react as Nya started throwing water blasts at the ghost. Almost. He jumped in front of her, getting absolutely drenched in water but not letting any past him.
"Nya stop! I'm fine! I don't think he's a threat right now."
Nya paused at his words "The bi- JERK- that jerk fricking kidnapped you, Lloyd! How could you say he's not a threat?!"
"He doesn't even remember who I am, Nya! I don't think he remembers anything from after he died!"
"Okay, um... Thanks for like... Saving me or whatever that was, but can I PLEASE have some more fucking context about... Whatever is going on here? Why is Blondie wearing that? And who are you? I thought Maya was the master of water."
"SEE?! He doesn't even know where we are. And if you look, his eyes are BROWN now."
Nya let the ball of water that she was preparing fall to the floor. "What?"
"My eyes have always been brown, Blondie. Unless they haven't? This doesn't look like those caves. Or the cursed realm. Where did you say we are again?"
"Stixx. You escaped the cursed realm, kidnapped Lloyd, and freed the preeminent. Do you seriously not remember that?"
"Freed the who? That giant octopus wanna-be? Gross, why would I do that? That thing's ugly as fuck. Also you never answered my question about Maya."
The two ninja just stared at Morro in shock, before looking at each other.
"Okay, so... Chances of... That... Being some sort of mind control?" Nya asked.
"Pretty high. My scan, along with interviews from the other remaining spirits, suggest that none of them remember anything after arriving in the cursed realm the first time." Came a voice from behind, speaking as hesitantly as a nindroid could.
"Okay... So... What now?"
"I say we gather the remaining ghosts and... I don't know, put them in a deep stone cell until we figure out what to do next. Zane, do you think you could get the others started on that? But have W- have Sensei come to us. I think he will want to talk to a certain... Someone."
"I am right here, green bean. How long was I fucking gone? Is that actually the green gi, or is it just some copy? I died, so clearly it wasn't supposed to be me... Was I gone long enough for Wu to find the real green ninja? How long did it take for him to replace me?"
Before Lloyd could answer, Morro froze.
"Morro?" Asked the old man, standing at the entrance of the alley.
"Umm... Hi... Dad... It's been a while, hasn't it? Or... Not that long if these two were telling the truth... Did I really... Do all that?"
Wu ran to the ghost faster than he had ever seen his uncle run before.
"Morro... Is it- is it really you?"
"Were you expecting someone else?" Morro joked nervously.
"When you- At the tea shop, I had hoped that- That wasn't you right? Please tell me that wasn't really you."
"What tea shop? The last thing I remember is showing up in some ugly ass green ribcage and yelling at some bitch, and the next thing I know I'm here."
"Language," Nya said. "There are children in the room- er- alley."
"Okay, well I don't know how long I was gone, but last I checked I was 14, so does it really fucking matter if I swear around children?"
That seemed to cause everyone in the alley to pause.
"You were 14?"
"You're telling me I got kidnapped by a child who is YOUNGER THAN ME?!"
"But... You left the monastery only 3 months before your 15'th birthday... How long were you out there before..."
"As far as I'm concerned, the last time I saw you was when I walked down those stairs a month and a half ago."
"Morro... That was 40 YEARS ago... You left the monastery 40 years ago."
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Chapter 5 - The pleasure and pain you offer me ( +18)
Summary: To save your nation You are given as a bride to a sea god.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.
A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.
A/N: Reader is heavily implied to be Mexican but i tried to keep it as free to the imagination as possible
A/N: Hi people! I hope you haven't abandoned me. I apologize for taking so long to post the new chapter. I underwent a medical procedure and am still in the recovery process.
Work count: 2.958
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You were taken to the hut where you first saw K'uk'ulkan. The man left her on the ground and walked away with impressive speed. You were still out of orbit when your maids surrounded you and began to take off your dress, jewelry and ornaments. Her hairstyle was undone leaving her hair loose. Her magnificent wedding dress was replaced by one in a light, semi-transparent fabric. With the work completed, your maids left with mischievous smiles on their lips, leaving you alone in the room.
You needed all your strength. Not physically, at least at that moment. But you had to gather all your courage and self-control during that time when you were alone in the cabin. After all, when K'uk'ulkan entered that environment, her current husband, would enjoy what was rightfully his; You. Your mother and priestesses had prepared you for this moment. They instructed him that the marriage bed could be good for both of them; You must please and be pleased too.
However, even with the instructions received, you still felt nervous, you had never even kissed a man and now you had to consummate the marriage. You knew that you would be naked in front of each other, you knew that it would touch you that he should enter You to plant his seed, and you still knew, from listening to one of the priestesses, that during the first time pain might arise. One of them told him, just before the procession, that a woman's first time hurt as much as burning her skin on a hot metal plate. Her mother scolded the priestess for uttering such foolish words, turned to You and said: “It is just a nuisance, my daughter, it will pass. How to thread a ball of yarn through the eye of a needle. It's a question of space.”
Your mother's words echoed through your mind making things even more confusing and frightening for You. To try to distract yourself, You observed for the first time, truly, the private environment that was your husband's and now hers. There were richly designed paintings on the walls, some still incomplete. You ran your fingertips between the images, admiring the lines and details. You found it in your own mind to ask what those drawings meant to the culture you now belonged to.
You were startled when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. You turned around, watching your husband near the entrance. She was not as well dressed as before; his serpent-shaped ornament was taken off, as were his golden shoulder pads and bracelets and his cape. All that remained on her body were green shorts with white details.
“I apologize for this, my queen. Talokan may have harsh traditions for foreigners.”
"Everything is fine." You said as you clasped your hands in front of your body. “I don't know exactly what happened so I haven't had time to form any opinions about what it was all about.”
He found your answer funny and was ready to laugh, a lot.
“In Talokan, after the wedding, the bride and groom are undressed and taken to the wedding bed by their guests.”
“Oh!” the sound escaped his mouth. “Remind me to thank the man who brought me here safely. I wouldn’t feel comfortable being undressed in front of everyone.”
“I’ll thank him myself for not allowing anyone to undress her.”
“So...” You said, trying not to show your nervousness. “What do these paintings mean?”
“I made them myself.” He said looking at them with great pride. “They tell the story of my birth. It’s not complete yet.”
“I didn’t know my husband was such a talented artist.”
He let out a cute giggle and seemed to blush at his words. You thought his reaction to such a flippant compliment was funny.
“I appreciate the compliment.”
“I hope our children have your talent.” You blurted out.
“I hope they are as beautiful as their mother.” He is approaching You, like a serpent about to pounce on its prey, a hungry serpent before the most succulent bird. “You, my queen, are the most beautiful woman there is.”
“My husband didn’t pay close attention to the other women.” You said as you flinched slightly at his touch on your cheek.
“I never argue with myself, I know what I’m saying, I say that my wife is the most beautiful woman there is.” He whispered with the rest close to his, eliciting a smile from You.
“I appreciate the compliment, my husband.”
“It wasn’t a compliment.” He replied. “It's an observation” He starts a trail of kisses down your neck. “Come with me, my queen.”
K'uk'ulkan guided you to a part of the hut where there was a circular reed large enough to take up the entire space. You were surprised that the piece of furniture fit in a seemingly tight space. You could, one day, ask him how the architectural system of that place worked, but his thoughts were more interested in what he would do with You on the padded furniture.
"What should I do now?" You asked looking at him. His eyebrows arched into an expression of disbelief. You felt like an idiot in that moment for asking something so stupid.
“Anything my wife wants.” He said as he approached You. “Tell me what your heart desires.” He brought his face close to his, their lips almost touching.
You didn't know what your heart wanted, but your body demanded that man, needed him. You advanced on him, truly kissing him for the first time, it was awkward and awkward at first, but your husband was willing to guide you. When You finally got the hang of it, the kiss became pure desire and passion, much more than You could have expected.
K'uk'ulkan took you in his arms, without stopping to kiss you for a single moment on the way to the reeds, he put you on your feet and took off, or rather, tore off your dress, leaving you completely naked for the delight of his eyes. .
"So beautiful." He whispered as he ran his black eyes over her uncovered body.
His chin was pulled forward and your lips crashed against his once again. You returned the kiss in a few seconds. His tongue pushed her lips and they parted welcoming him very willingly. The hand that held his jaw snaked towards his and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss making your mind spin and your heart flutter. His hand grabbed his chest, searching for something to hold on to while the other was around his neck.
You gently pushed him away, panting; your eyes met his which sent goosebumps across your skin. His chest heaved, his eyelids trembled and his legs were as soft as leaves. K'uk'ulkan held You by the waist, preventing You from moving away from him. His lips didn't stay away from yours for long, they brushed against yours once again, causing waves of electricity to course through your body.
"Sweet." He murmured against your lips, opening his eyes. K'uk'ulkan seemed very happy to see his current state. He hovered over You with a beautiful smile pulled on his lips while yours could barely be felt. He slid his hand down her shoulders, his fingers caressing the soft skin.
You let out a startled cry as you fell backwards into the reeds with your husband hovering over you. He seemed happy with your reaction as the beaming smile never left him. Her husband bent down and ran his fingers over the space between her breasts, leaving a hot trail wherever he went.
“I will take good care of you, my love.” He spoke while leaning on his shins, placing himself between her legs. He kept his eyes fixed on hers as he held her foot with one hand and brushed his fingers against her belly. He was slow in his actions wanting You to feel all the pleasure he could provide. When K'uk'ulkan's fingers brushed against your intimacy You let out a sigh and a loud moan.
"My husband." You whispered, as your heart pounded in your chest. He laughed at the situation, he seemed to enjoy the way you looked miserable under his touches. He began to plant delicate kisses on your inner thigh, You shivered, and dug his fingers into the sheets beneath You.
“K’uk’ulkan… oh Gods!” You screamed when you felt tongue and lips on your pussy. You struggled as you felt the mix of strange but pleasurable reactions. K'uk'ulkan opened her legs even further and began to devour her pussy. You could feel the cool jade of his nose ornament brushing against your sensitive, wet flesh. In one quick movement he used his tongue to play with your entrance, the sudden action made your hips contract and you moved away. But before You could get anywhere he pulled You closer by your legs.
“Don’t walk away from me.” He said with a slight hint of irritation in his voice as he held your hips firmly.
“I’m sorry…” You spoke in a pathetic whisper. “I’m not going to walk away.”
“You are being sweet to me, my love. I appreciate that." He purred, his eyes fixed on yours. He dragged his lips along her skin and dove back into her pussy, which was getting wetter and wetter. You moaned and writhed at the explosion of pleasure that filled every cell in your body.
With his fingers digging into her hips, her husband dragged his tongue over and around her wet flesh. He ate You, caressing your sensitive pussy with his tongue tasting your sweetness. His hands slid into his black hair and his knees knocked against his body. A strange feeling slowly filled his body; first on the toes and went up with each stimulus.
“K'uk'ulkan...” You said urgently as the strange feeling seemed to grow more and more. “I...I...I think...” He ignored you and held your pussy even closer to his face. Licking, sucking with more desire.
One of his hands left her hips and pressed one of her breasts, squeezing and playing with the erect nipples. His tongue snaked around your pussy making you see stars. Her nails raked his scalp and her thighs squeezed her husband's broad shoulders. While his legs trembled, his heart jumped, his toes twitched and his fingers tightened on the sheets, K'uk'ulkan pulled with his lips a specific spot on her pussy, causing a violent result.
A scream of pleasure escaped your throat, heat coursed through your body trapping You in a world of wonder, your toes curled unable to hold steady and a wave of pure satisfaction filled every inch of your body. When the feeling went away, you were nothing more than a messy little thing staring at the cave ceiling. You were stuck in a trance of pleasure that you didn't feel your husband pulling out of your pussy. With the back of his hand he wiped the traces of pleasure from your mouth and beard, but he didn't do a good job: You got so wet that the remnants of your excitement remained in your beard.
With his eyes focused on her face, he ran his hand down her waist and across her ribs. The calloused palms felt his breasts and then the hands wandered to his neck. He held her jaw and gazed into her eyes, still clouded with pleasure.
“Ah my queen. My sweet and beautiful queen.” He said teasingly, a wicked smile stretched across her lips. You blushed at the words said and wondered how that man had so much power over you.
K'uk'ulkan stood back on his heels and removed the shorts he was wearing. You blushed violently and looked away when his waiting member became hard and rigid. He pushed his body until he was on top of you with his arms placed on either side of your head. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours once more. He forced your lips apart and his tongue met his. He kissed you gently but intensely, teasing every corner of your lips until he kissed you more deeply.
His hips pressed against his as he began to rub his cock against her sensitive pussy. You sighed, separating your lips from his as his dick was pushed against his pussy. You moaned, your legs opening to have more of that contact, when you felt the head of his dick brush against a sensitive spot. Electricity shot up her spine at that action, but her mind was distracted by yet another voracious kiss from her husband. He bit your jaw, licked your chin with his tongue. You shivered in his arms from the excess stimulation on his body. You moaned his name more than once as he ground his hips into yours repeatedly.
You squirmed against his body, until your cheek was pressed against his, feeling his beard. He pressed his mouth once again against his as his hand roamed his body in gentle touches. He gently squeezed her breasts, passed her belly and guided it to the small space between her hips. Grasping the base of his cock, her husband ran the head up and down, and back again, up and down her pussy. His body shuddered against his and a huge gasp escaped You as he began to press against You.
His legs twitched trying to close before the intrusion. Sue's husband kept his knees open as he slowly entered You. When he was halfway in, You began to let out pained moans and whimpers at the opening his penis forced into his body. K'uk'ulkan muffled her sounds with gentle kisses to her lips.
“It’s okay, my love.” He murmured to You, gently. But You were convinced that he was too big for You. Your heart clenched in your chest and your belly twisted in pain when he was finally inside You. You felt his hips pressed against his. You can feel his member inside him, your breath caught in your throat. He risked a slow movement. You let out a loud moan, struggled, closing your eyes tightly and digging your nails into your husband's back. He let out a moan when he felt all of her heat envelop him.
“It hurts.” You said, trying to get rid of him on you and inside you.
“It will pass soon.” He warned as he gave another slow thrust. Even with all the lubrication present, the pain was unbearable; he was big and thick.
“Please...” You exclaimed, struggling beneath him. “It hurts.”
Without you noticing, a stubborn tear came out of your pupil and slid down your cheek. The discomfort was too much. The pain was too much. You had never felt such a sensation in your entire life. K'uk'ulkan guided his left hand over his face and wiped away the stubborn tear.
“I’ll stay put until you get used to it.” He whispered between moans and sighs.
You could feel your husband's hard cock inside you, still. It was a mixture of pressure and laceration. His lower abdomen burned with heat and heat. You looked at him bent over You, with his face pressed against your right shoulder letting out low moans. The pain didn't go away, it was as if the sensation was going to tear him in half. Her eyes closed, her fingers rubbed her nails hard across the entire length of his back.
His attention was diverted when he felt a hot liquid drip from his entrance. The curse had broken, as a trickle of blood ran down his thigh and dripped onto the sheets, a moan left his lips and echoed around you. It made you dizzy as the pain was replaced by a small tickle of something more welcoming that blossomed in your core as he remained in your torn canal.
“K'uk'ulkan...” He fixed his gaze with a sullen expression. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
His grimace was replaced by a wide smile. He brought his chest closer and removed his dick from her pussy. His lips exhaled a loud moan at the movement. A strange sensation surrounded his body that oscillated between pain, pleasure and fear.
He lowered his head and kissed you once again. He guided his cock into her pussy again, this time with one powerful thrust. He dragged his cock against her tight walls, pulling back only a fraction before repeating the thrusting motion. His face contorted with each thrust. His dick made sure you were full, feeling him touch your most sensitive spots. His eyes began to roll back, his eyelashes fluttering, as his legs began to shake with each hard thrust.
Her nails scratched his muscular back as a violent explosion of pleasure made it impossible to control her body hissing. You tightened your thighs around him as your walls clenched and rippled in that feeling of pleasure. K'uk'ulkan continued his thrusts, this time, chasing his own release.
Pleasure clouded your feelings as You felt the heat of your husband's seed being spilled deep inside You. His throat closed and You choked on the violent waves of electricity that coursed through his body. He left You filled with his hot seed, with eyes closed and limbs numb. At that moment it was as if the sun rose in the west and set in the east, the seas dried up and the mountains were blown by the wind like leaves.
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techtalksfics · 1 year
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Panic Attack (Tech x Reader)
Summary: Reader is having a panic attack and Tech is tasked with calming them down. This was a request from @narcissa-of-kaas so this one is all for you!
Author's Note: I know that someone rambling at you isn't everyone's way of dealing with a panic attack but it definitely works for me every time. I also haven't gone into massive emotional depth with it because well, trigger trigger.
Warnings: May be triggering for some, I don't know. If discussions of intense panic trigger you, I would maybe say DNI? One swear word and a lot of angst.
Word Count: 1.5k
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You'd watched your mother die.
It happened right in front of you, and it was all your fault. You'd help these clones hide from the Empire and your mother paid the price. It should've been you. Why wasn't it you?
You did the right thing, my brave, darling girl. Those were her final words before the life dissipated from her eyes, her hand on your cheek. You'd cried into her, holding her to you.
Had it been the right thing? You no longer knew. You'd kept them hidden for several days, got to know them and they knew you. You'd fed them, allowed them to wash, allowed them to wander your home and its grounds at will. It had been a very pleasant experience with a truly horrific ending. The worst ending.
Tech had learned that you were an anxious person, but you overcame that to do the right thing. He admired that about you. When he watched you cry into your mother with the Empire swarming closer and closer to you, he knew he had to get you out of there. Tech placed his hands under your knees and around your middle and lifted you away from your mother. Your wails were now suddenly vibrating through his body as he ran for the Marauder. You called out for her and Tech felt his heart shatter. He'd grown fond of you and of her. Your anguish was hurting him too.
As you pulled away from his chest, you found he had taken you aboard their ship and he held onto you until he reached his bunk on the ship. Tech made space on his bed, wires and cables everywhere, and told you to wait there. To relax there. But you couldn’t relax. Not after that.
It was all your fault. Your fault. Your mistake. It should’ve been you.
It should've been me. It was all my fault, your mind regurgitated these phrases over and over until your whole body was racked with anxiety. You felt the panic begin to surge through your body. Your feet were numbing and your legs were following in close suit. You tried to breath but all you could manage were small gulps and tear stained huffs of air. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't move. You couldn't do a damn thing.
The voices inside your head began cascading into one another and the voices were so loud. So loud you feared that others would hear it. Hunter had certainly picked up on your condition but was focused on escaping the Empire first. Your world had just crumbled around you, your feelings were to be expected. It was my fault, you reminded yourself again. What now? You had no home. No family. Nothing. It had all been demolished by one shot, directly to the heart.
You could do nothing but sit upright with your head in your hands. Your clammy palms felt heated against your cool forehead. Or perhaps your forehead wasn't cool but rather your palms were hot. You didn't know. You lifted your head and clasped your hands together.
The ship veered and shook as Tech and Hunter worked on your escape. When they finally managed the jump to hyperspace, you continued to feel the full force of your mistakes. It only felt stronger the further you got from your mother's body.
Your heart raced. Your palms were drenched even further in sweat as you repeatedly rubbed your hands together. You couldn't stop the motion. Just rubbing until friction was felt and repeating the motion until it hurt a little to do so.
You pawed at your brain. The palm of hand beating into your temple as you did so. Thud. Thud. Thud. You very often bruised your face in this manner. You couldn’t help it. It was as if you needed the physical pain to match the inner pain you were experiencing.
And then you heard it. It was as if you heard the voice at the end of a rather long and exceedingly dark tunnel. Even if they bellowed you feared you’d never hear it clearly. Never hear it over the ringing of the electricity which set your brain alight. The voice called out once more, but the distance was too great.
The voices in your head were hiding whatever voice was calling out to you. Tech had unexpectedly left the cockpit as soon as they'd made the jump to hyperspace. Hunter knew why so didn't question it. He knew how much you mattered to Tech.
“Omega,” you heard the muffled sound of Tech’s voice in the distance. “What did you say her mother did to calm her down?” At the mention of your mother’s name, you heart both soared and broke as you remembered her being shot. You began to rock back and forth, unable to breathe. You felt like you were choking on your grief. "Omega, quickly. Think. She is hardly breathing in here."
There was a muffled response from Omega and suddenly Tech had kneeled in front of you. You were shaking heavily, and you choked on your breath. Suddenly, you felt him grab your hands. Just like your mother used to.
That was the first step. Grounding.
You looked up at Tech through your lashes and he squeezed your hands together gently in his. The voices began to slow; they were a little less loud. Still there, still repeating that it was your fault but you tried to focus on Tech.
“You need to breathe slowly,” Tech said as he grabbed your hands. “I do not know the stories your mother said to calm you. But I believe that it is actually the sound of someone speaking is the thing that calms you down. We can try to regulate your breathing together. I am excellent at talking and storytelling so perhaps I could try?” Tech queried as he gently squeezed at your hands for a second time. He felt the tremor that was coursing through your body, and he suddenly almost felt it as his own. He frowned. But when you nodded furiously, he realised he needed to carry on talking. “I cannot tell her stories and I know she is gone. I know that you are scared, and I fear I will never truly understand why as it is not in my nature. But perhaps I can tell you one of my stories. Perhaps that would help?” All you could muster was a gentle nod as you clung to his hands trying to centre yourself. You tried to focus on the feeling of his hands in yours. On the solid bed beneath you. But you couldn’t stop your lungs and heart from hyperventilating. Tech decided to start with the tale of Safo Toma. It was an odd, exciting tale and he figured that was an excellent place to start.
As he spoke softly to you, telling you of his time as a racer in an attempt to save their ex-work partner Cid. Of the colourful and chaotic tale of understanding schematics and the adjustments he made to the pod in order to win the race. He sighed and continued on, "Omega and Wrecker thought I was being idiotic, getting rid of the weapons systems. They were simply slowing me down and I needed speed and manoeuvrability in order to succeed in the blocked off tunnel. They say it was a death trap. If that is so then I defied death that day. Though I suppose we defy death every day," and then Tech realised what he had said. Your eyes began watering again, but your breathing had slowed, so he must be on the right track. "I'm sorry, that was a thoughtless comment."
"No, no, it's fine. Your st-story is working," you mumbled, stuttering only occasionally, "so, did you win?" You wanted the end of that story.
"Of course I did," he said confidently, "there was never any doubt." You laughed at that and he was grateful for that. The soft, accented lilt of his voice was extremely calming.
You’d previously thought your mother was the only one who could calm you. But now. Now there was another. Tech. A surprising turn of events. When you finally raised your topaz eyes to look at his, you saw nothing but sympathy and concern. His brow was heavily knitted as he looked at you. Without thought, you reached forward to kiss him but the second your lips connected with his, he lurched backwards.
“I…I’m so sorry,” you spluttered out quickly, blushing profusely, “I shouldn’t have done that. I was stupid to think you want that.” You began rubbing your palms together furiously again as he’d released your hands in all the motion.
Suddenly, his strong nimble fingers held on your wrists, pausing your ministrations. “Meshla,” he whispered, “I very much would like to kiss you. I would even say I want to do more than just that. But I will not let something as important as that to blossom out of panic. I don't want it borne from sadness. When you kiss me, I want you to be sure. I want you to be calm. When you kiss me, I want it to be a positive memory.” He removed one hand from your wrists to adjust his goggles.
And with that, your hands were finally still and your breathing was steady.
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Tight spaces
Summary: The team get sick of you both dancing around one another and take matters into their own hands
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Recom!Prager x Recom!Reader
@bookworm-07 maybe not a fluffy as last time!
Warnings: this is smut with barely any plot, fingering, dry humping, dirty talk
Prager liked you, no one could argue with that. The way he stared dreamily at any opportunity gave him away to everyone. Well everyone but you. No for all his sighs, compliments, lingering eyes and hands, you were oblivious.
Not like the kid was any better. Whining about how amazing you were and how you'd never go for a guy like him to anyone who'd listen. Despite the team remarking how you were doing the exact same thing.
Lyle quirked a brow up, watching you laugh at what couldn't have been a very good joke. Your hand resting on Prager's bicep just a little longer than necessary before you pulled it away, tucking hair behind the blush that had reached your ears.
Alexander slumped down next to him pulling his hat lower as he groaned.
"Oh it's too cringe I can't watch!" He moaned, sinking even lower. Lopez laughed from his other side, jabbing him in the ribs. Alexander yelped and crawled back up, punching his arm.
"We should do something!" Zdog smirked, turning back to face the group. A wicked smile crossed Lyle's face before a dropped tray startled him.
Quaritch scowled down at them. Lyle blanched, busted. No way big boss would approve of their meddling. Not when it involved two of his men.
"I got an idea." He drawled out. Lyle's eyes widened at the dark smile creeping across his face.
Across the room your ears twitched. The oddest shiver ran up your spine.
"You okay?" Prager looked down, voice tinged with concern. You could loose yourself in those honey eyes. You smiled gently up at him, Prager felt his heart flutter.
"No fine!" You chirped, sweet voice gracing him again as you continued your story.
Next morning Prager woke alone. The dorms were normally full of chatter at this time of morning. He crept out into the hall, still in just his boxers from sleeping. Prager rubbed his eyes looking around for anyone.
He called out, half expecting someone to jump out. No prank sprung, not when he popped his head in the next room and the next. He gently knocked on yours before he opened but even you were gone.
Had there been a mission? Had some alarm roused everyone else up and out? Why wouldn't Lyle have woken him? He normally loved dumping cold water or flipping him out of bed when he was late.
He rounded the corner to the mess hall, where he saw you. His breath caught in his throat. Instead of your normal gear you wore your own pjs. A tight tank top and tiny shorts riding so high he could see the curve of your ass. God he wished he wore something with a little more coverage himself.
"Prager!" You called, catching him out the corner of your eyes. You jogged lightly over and Prager tried very hard to keep his eyes on your face. Your tail swished behind you in apprehension.
"Where is everyone?" you fretted. You rung hands, fidgeting from foot to foot.
"I dunno, no one was in the dorms when I woke up, you?" He answered, trying hard to sound in control.
"No, I haven't seen anyone since I got up. You check the gym?" You quivered out, eyes darting up to meet his from their nervous glancing. Prager stiffened under your gaze, quickly looking behind you, hoping you hadn't noticed his ogling.
"Oh no good idea!" he croaked, voice catching in his tightening throat. Prager quickly shuffled past, heading toward the gym. He heard your bare feet patter after him. Your soft skin brushing against his arm as you walked by his side.
He pulled the double doors cautiously but the room was as empty as all the others. Looking to you he noticed your anxiety rise again, tail twitching, ears satelliting and your expression made his heart cry out.
He moved his hand up, hesitating a moment, before he placed it gently on your shoulder. You looked up at him, eyes glassy but you gave him a tight smile. Prager returned it with a warm smile of his own before a shape caught his eye.
Just off center of the room there was a green box. It was large, with black numbers uniformly painted on its side. He hummed curiously, edging over to the thing. You gripped his hand suddenly, your face fearful. Prager smiled back, squeezing your hand reassuringly.
He felt his chest swell as you creeped up with him, hand still firmly clasped in his own.
"Hey it's cool, I got you. Just looks like supplies I think..." Prager reassured you. He was pretty sure he was right. The container looked a lot like the ones in the hanger bays. Normally they'd be full of gear or food but as he got closer he could see this one was empty.
You both stood right in-front of it now, staring down into its emptiness.
"Huh? What you suppose its..." You began, before a sudden push sent you both tumbling inside. You felt yourself fall against Pragers bare chest, flushing despite the situation at the proximity.
Before you could even understand what was happening the lid slammed shut closing you both in darkness. A chorus of familiar laughter rang out. Zdog, Lopez, Lyle? You could definitely make out their voices, along with what sounded like the whole team!
"Sit tight lovebirds! We'll be back soon!" You heard Walker coo from outside.
"Hey! Wait!!" You shrieked in the tight space but you could hear the gym doors close. You pushed up against the lid but it remained tightly in place. Prager groaned under you, the motion having ground you deeper against him.
"Oh I'm sorry" you began, hands reaching out to his chest to steady yourself. In the cramped space you had to bend your neck down, kneeling on the base. You could feel the heat from Prager's breath fanning across your face in quick puffs, you must be inches apart.
Prager wasn't doing much better half laying with his legs bent and you straddling his waist. His arms were raised, hands touching the boxes lid. He'd dreamed of having you on top of him but not like this, what kinda prank were they playing!
Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, just barely able to make out Prager by the glowing freckles that peppered his exposed skin. There was a lot of exposed skin. You felt the heat pool between your legs, praying that the thin fabric would hold it.
Prager was cursing himself, he'd already been half hard seeing you in the mess hall but this was not helping. Then you'd gone and shifted, half grinding down on him. He prayed you wouldn't shift again no way he could hide his erection if you did.
You panicked feeling your wetness grow. Your hands were against his strong chest but where else could you put them in the tight space. You raised them a second but your weight shifted down again. Your clothed pussy grinding again against Pragers abs. You let out the tiniest moan, feeling something hard twitch against the curve of your ass.
"Fuck" Prager groaned, your scent overwhelming in the tight space. He dropped his hands, in the tight space there was no where for them to go but to your thighs. You jolted a little at the contact, again adding just enough friction to make him groan again.
"You gotta stop moving." Prager begged, his voice sounding rough. He breathed in your sweet scent, his bent head so close to your throat. It smelt so good, he just wanted to breath it in more. Shifting forward ever so slightly he breathed in again, nose just brushing the column of your neck.
You whimpered at the feather light touch, hands gripping into his shoulders. Prager's thoughts felt foggy, distant as he shifted running his face up your neck.
"Prager..." You stuttered out, feeling his hands creep up your thighs to your ass. He nosed behind your ear, his fingers gripping at the soft skin under your shorts. You shuddered out another moan, louder this time. Pragers ears twitched at the sound, drawing him back to his senses. His hands left your skin, head tipping away.
"Y/n..." He began but your hands gripped his face, smashing his lips against your own. His hands gripped you again, kneading with renewed vigor, trailing up and under your shirt. In the tight space you couldn't remove the garment, so you shifted to kissing down his neck. You mewled as he teased your nipple, bucking your hips back against his erection.
Prager growled, the low rumbling sending more heat pooling at your core. His hands returned to your hips, gripping them as he rocked you back against him.
Prager could hardly believe what was happening. In his right mind he should be embarrassed, trying to hold off for a more private moment but he can't. Your kissing him so passionately, so wantonly, who was he to deny you.
Your lips are back on his, fangs tugging his lip, nipping at the plump skin. He moans against your mouth, Prager's tongue darting out to meet your own.
He's still bucking against you, causing delicious friction. You want more, you want to feel him inside you but there's so little room to move. You shift a hand back trying to feel his length, breaking the kiss as you angle yourself.
Prager grits his teeth, your hand reaching down and pumping his cock. He breathes your name out between grunts, leaning up to litter your neck with love bites.
He's so big. Thicker than you'd imagined too but there's not enough room to raise your hips enough to slide down the length. Still you imagine it as your hips grind and your hand works him. How he'd feel against your plush walls. How your tightening core would practically milk him. You begin to whisper these thoughts to Prager and he whimpers.
"Please...please do it." He begs against your skin. His hand trailing down into your shorts. "I'll do anything just make it happen."
His fingers push into you, one, then two, pumping slow, then matching with your strokes.
"I can't." You moan, his thumb pressing up against your clit. He whines, rubbing circles as he mouths at your throat. His teeth graze your pulse, breath shuddering. You feel him twitch in your hand, cumming in his shorts.
His fingers stutter their rhythm, your rocking hips all that still builds you closer to your own peak. Both hands free you grip into his hair, tugging as you ride his hand.
"Promise you will." He breathes against you, fingers finding their rhythm again, thumb building you to your peak.
"I promise, if you make me cum I'll milk you dry myself." You groan, despite himself, Prager feels his cock twitch back to life with the deal. Then your walls are clenching down on him, his name rolling off your lips in a chant of ecstasy.
He continues his motion, slowing as you come down from you high. Both caught between the heavy breathes of the other. So talkative before but now your throat constricts. Unable to talk to the guy who's still knuckle deep inside you.
Prager slips the fingers out and you still, waiting for a response. In the dark you hear his lips part, he sucks his fingers clean, pulling them from his lips with a pop.
"You think we can go another round before they get back?" He asks. You feel his tip hard again, you shift your chest forward pressing against his. You cannot reach between you but you feel it press against your folds, pushing your shorts aside.
You don't answer, you just sink down his length and he moans,
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bloodynereid · 1 year
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Eye of Madness / Eye of Greatness - part 2
pairings: targaryen family x platonic! velaryon oc + implied aemond targaryen x oc
tw: blood, prophecies (?), character death, kind of dark idk, fix-it au, sword fighting, helaena is kind of ooc, daemon is somehow a good father, targcest (idk it just happened ok - my brain somehow conjured up chemistry between these two)
description: Years after the incident at Driftmark, Elaena and her family now live in Dragonstone. However, the family is called to arms in an effort to defend Lucerys' claim to the Driftmark throne. Elaena must now return to court to face her dying grandsire and the uncle whose price she had payed. An eye for an eye.
a/n: sorry this is so long... the words kind of ran away from me. anyways I would urge you read part 1 first if you haven't yet for the sake of context but I'm pretty sure you could just read this on it's own tbh. hope you enjoy part 2 as much as I enjoyed writing it :) Elaena is my little badass dreamer.
disclaimer: I unfortunately don't know High Valyrian (I am learning it on Duolingo) so the phrases and convos are a combination of different online translators and dictionaries - I tried to eliminate the English words that couldn't be translated so for the people who do know the language well, past tense stuff and some plural stuff is most definitely incorrect. If you all want to correct me on it feel free to.
part 1 / part 2
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Years had passed since the incident at Driftmark and the Velaryon/Targaryen family now lived in Dragonstone, far away from the green poison that festered at the Red Keep. Even if Elaena had changed the fate of her brothers that night, the greens still thirsted for power. She was lonelier too… often exchanging ravens with Helaena but never finding that bond amongst the children of her age again. Her own brothers and cousins mostly left her alone and the younger ones were scared of the eye that was no longer there. 
Her only companions that filled her formative years were her mother, Rhaenyra and her father figure/uncle, Daemon. He had taken up her Valyrian lessons after the maester had decided to try and make Elaena wear an eye patch, telling her it was disgusting to have to see that ugly thing every day. The man disappeared without a trace one day and Elaena came back the next day later smelling of smoke and fire. Daemon had also taken up her sword training when he found her practicing with a wooden stick one day, telling her that if she insisted on training at least it should be with steel and a worthy companion. Elaena was knocked on her back more than she could count that afternoon.
The sounds of the sea crashing against the rocks helped drown out the voices that had grown harsher over the years. Demanding that she would listen to them. The heated skin of Cannibal carefully enveloped me as I cuddled into his side, lightly stroking the coal colored scales. Green festers in the cut and the man will speak truth in accusations. Accusations given for power. Power that he will never grasp.
“Ziry vestragon hae iksi naejot henujagon Zaldrīzesdōron aderī, dōna valītsos.” I felt his rumble against my back and a little laugh escaped my lips. Cannibal was a sweet creature even if he did have some harsh tendencies. He reminded me a lot of the spiders that Hel and I would catch all those years ago. I can still remember the day when I bonded with him so clearly, like it had only happened yesterday. It seems like we are to leave Dragonstone soon, sweet boy.
The day had been occupied by a storm, none of the children had been allowed outside so Elaena and her family had spent the day by the fire, exchanging stories and playing little games. It had been a while since they had done anything similar to this and Elaena had been missing her two brothers, who had been unintentionally avoiding her due to their guilt about that night. That ordinary day however would eventually turn into one of the best in her life. This was the day that the Gods had been whispering about. 
When all the castle was fast asleep, the young princess sneaked into the kitchens and grabbed a meager amount of food and a water jug before setting off to hike through the wilderness that surrounded the castle. The wind slashed and tore at her clothes while rain beat down from the heavens. 
I had finally found him as the first rays of sunlight started to permeate the sky, the gray clouds dulling the usually colorful sunrise. Cannibal was resting on one of the highest points of the island and for a young girl with only half of normal hand-eye coordination, climbing had been a… task. Especially as the wet rocks slipped and tore at my hands as I ascended the cliffs. 
“Rytsas zaldrīzes.” I said as I carefully approached the large mount and the dragon slowly opened his eyes and looked at me with curiosity instead of the expected fury, the Gods had been right. As always. Hello dragon.
“Gīda… gīda.” I extended my hand over to his snout, the dragon’s warm breath instantly making me forget the bitter cold that had seemed to have permanently seeped into my bones during the hike. Steady… steady.
“Kessa ao rual nyke naejot sōvegon lēda ao?” Cannibal answered with a resounding huff, that sounded to me as an agreement so I gave the beast a large smile. “Kirimvose, ñuha jorrāelagon zaldrīzes.” Will you allow me to fly with you? Thank you, my dear dragon. 
I leaned my forehead against his and carefully made my way over to his side. Sliding my fingers reassuringly across the black scales. Since he was a wild dragon and had basically killed all of the riders that had attempted to claim him - there were no ropes or saddle on his back. I would have to ride bareback then. As if he sensed my uneasiness, Cannibal turned his head to look into my eye, his head cocking before turning his snout and blowing steam at the ledge high up on the stone wall. 
“Sȳz zaldrīzes.” I took off the pack and placed it on the floor before climbing up using the cracks in the wall until I was standing on the ledge. The whispers fill my ears and give me courage. Dragon of coal. Dragon of stone. Two souls entwined in only the way a dragon and rider can be. I jump off from the ledge and hold on tightly to Cannibal’s back. He lets out a loud roar and slowly spreads his wings, I give him a little pat on his side and I hold on tight. “Soves, Cannibal.” Good dragon. Fly, Cannibal.
He lets out an even louder roar that resounds against the stone and slowly ascends into the clouds. The rain had stopped and now only the morning dew sat heavily in the air. The sun had risen fully by now and the skies were painted a dull orange and pink. I let out a laugh as we suddenly dip down and twirl around in the air. I felt free, completely free. “Dracarys!” Dragonfire!
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“Ahh I knew I would find you here.” My mind is wrenched out of its memories as I hear the familiar voice of my uncle Daemon. Cannibal rumbles menacingly but I give him a reassuring pat before getting up from my spot on the rough grass. 
“Kepus, iksis ziry jēda syt ñuha gūrēñare?” Uncle, is it time for our training?
“Daor, aōha muña ēza jiōragon iā vōljes hen se Baela. Jaelza naejot ūndegon ao.” No, your mother has received a raven from Baela. She wants to see you.
“Sȳrje. Egros gūrēñare tolī?” Very well. Sword training after?
“Kessa, eman iderēbagon se vok dīnagon. Gōntan nyke ivestragon ao nūmāzma Syrax's arlie drōma?” Yes, I have chosen the perfect place. Did I tell you about Syrax’s new eggs?
We talked as we scaled up the rocks that surrounded Cannibal’s chosen resting place and Daemon excitedly spoke about the clutch of eggs he had found earlier that day. I had grown fond of the man people called Rogue Prince, he had become more of a father than Laenor and Harwin had ever been. Mother continuously joked that we were two sides of the same coin - both second-born and rogue. Father and daughter in every way that counted. Daemon entertained even my wildest mutterings and delusions. Comforting me, alongside my mother when the worst dreams came around.
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The familiar bricks of the Red Keep came into view as I flew out of the clouds and descended into the Dragonpit. Letting Cannibal fly off into the wilderness after I slid off his back, he’s still a wild dragon at heart and has killed quite a few dragon keepers who tried to domesticate him over the years. Brushing off the black and red riding leathers, I took off my gloves and tightened the braids that were entwined in my hair. I had decided to come slightly later than the rest of my family - knowing the strange stares they usually attract whenever I joined them. Purple stone. Green blood spills. Against red bricks and red fire. Blood will be drawn by the knife of ire.
“Rytsas dārilaros, aōha muña ivestretan īlva naejot jiōragon ao. Konīr iksis iā anne rȳ se remȳti naejot gūrogon ao naejot se gaomagon.” One of the dragon keepers I knew well from childhood had approached me as I watched Cannibal become a speck in the sky, informing me about my mother’s instructions. Hello princess, your mother told us to receive you. There is a horse at the gates to take you to the Keep.
“Kirimvose.” I flashed him a smile before walking over to the gates, seeing a beautiful chestnut mare tied to one of the posts with one of the members of the Kingsguard sitting on a white one next to it. Thank you.
“It seems that my mother still believes me incapable of protecting myself.” I say as I untie the rope and slip onto the saddle, my sword clanging against my hip. The sound of my voice makes the guard snap out of his trance and look at me, his eyes widening. Clearing his throat in discomfort, he answers my quip:
“Sorry princess but it was actually the Queen who insisted.” My eyebrows shoot up.
“The Queen hmm? Well I sure hope you can keep up.” I knock my feet and set off into the streets of Flea Bottom as fast as I can, leaving him cursing behind me and starting up his horse as well. The small folk shout insults at me as they try to move out of the way. A laugh escapes me. It’s not like riding a dragon but at least it’s close to it. Plus it’s fun to toy with guards, especially those sent by the Queen.
I arrived at the Red Keep, with a very disgruntled guard coming in mere moments after me. I told one of the servants to inform my mother that I had arrived, giving the excuse that I wanted to go explore before seeing her.
The first place I found myself in was the training grounds. The whispers I had accompany me in the halls were downright cruel, but I had heard worse and what was I going to do - pop my eye back in? I saved my brothers and all these people care about is vanity.
Standing off to the side I leaned against one of the pillars, watching my uncle Aemond spar with Ser Crist- no that didn’t seem right, Crispin? It must be Ser Crispin. I eyed my two brothers who looked at the man in mild disgust and also slight awe. Aemond had become a skillful swordsman. Eye of sapphire. Eye of amethyst. Two souls tied together by their shared sacrifice.
“Nephews… have you come to train?”
“Now, now, Kepus, we wouldn’t want you to lose another eye. I don’t think I’d like to go blind, do you?” I spoke up which made everyone gathered in the training ground turn to look at my previously unnoticed presence. Uncle.
My brothers looked at me with quizzical looks as I pushed off the wall and walked over to stand in front of the much taller man. I fiddled with the hilt of my sword and a smirk started to rise on my face. Eye to eye. Jem to eyepatch.
“Princess, we didn’t expect you to arrive so early.” Crispin piped up from behind Aemond, I tilted my head and gave him a little nod.
“Well the guard that you sent would most probably agree with you, Ser Crispin. Now, uncle, you called for a spar. Think you could take on your favorite niece?” 
“Well dear Elaena, the offer was only extended to your brothers but I would gladly take you on. Think you can beat me?” I scoffed.
“Oh I do.” I pull the sword out of its sheath. The steel singing as I adjusted my grip on the hilt and walked back a few paces, aiming the blade at his throat.
“We shall see about that.” His eye sparked dangerously and I smirked. Let the games begin. 
He brought up his blade and tapped the sword away from his throat before lunging. The dancing of metal went on for a short time until I started to pick up his tells. Even after all these years he still favored his right foot. The idiot Crispin probably didn’t want to correct his darling prince. I side-stepped his next lunge and pivoted my foot to the side before landing a well-aimed sweep. He was on the ground a second later, sword abandoned and mine aimed at his throat.
“Gaomagon ao obūljarion?” I ask with a sharp smile, tilting my head to the side. Aemond glances at my scarred eye and lets out a laugh. Do you surrender? 
“Mērī naejot ao Elaena.” Only to you, Elaena.
I shake my head at him with an answering laugh before drawing my blade away from his throat and putting it back into its sheath. I offer my hand which he graciously takes and I help pull him up out of the dirt. I turn to my brothers who look at me with proud looks. Jace even offers a slow clap.
“I’m sure your sister misses me as much as I miss her so I shall see you at the inquisition. Brothers. Uncle.” They all nod towards me as I walk away from the training grounds, loud chatter erupting behind me as I slip through the doors.
I knock on the wooden doors as the guard looks at with suspicion painted across his face but it quickly eases when Helaena throws open the door and envelops me in a hug that has me staggering back before I can start to return it. 
“El! Oh how I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too, Hel. You look absolutely beautiful as ever.” She offers me a wide smile before pulling me into her chambers and shutting the door behind her.
“I like your eye. Aemond doesn’t like showing his eye so he uses an eyepatch but I’m glad you don’t wear one. Come, I must show you the new additions to my collection.” And that is how we spent the next hour before the Queen walks into the room and takes a seat next to us.
“Hello girls. Elaena, your mother is requesting your presence before you join us at court.”
“Of course, your Grace.” I say as I turn to look at her and bow my head. The amethyst obviously sparkling in the light as I hear her sharp intake of breath. I give Helaena’s shoulder a squeeze and walk out of the room and into the halls. Taking off into a sprint towards mother’s assigned chambers once out of sight of the guard.
“The Queen told me that you need to see me.” I say as I burst through the doors, causing mother to look up from her book.
“Yes, my darling. How was your time with Helaena? I know you’ve been missing her.” Mother said as I enveloped her in a hug while she sat on the sofa in her joint room with Daemon. Said man was sitting next to the fire with a large and very old-looking book.
“It was wonderful. The bugs she has collected are absolutely incredible. It’s too bad I couldn’t bring any of my collection over to show her.”
“Indeed.”
“We heard about your little spar with Aemond in the training yard.” There was a teasing lilt in Daemon’s voice as he didn’t even bother to look up from the pages. I cringed as I sat down next to mother on the couch, laying my head in her lap as she stroked her fingers through the free curls that weren’t tied up in braids.
“We also heard you beat him. Seems like all your lessons with Daemon paid off.” Mother says in an admonishing tone, clearly directed towards Daemon.
“He was making jests about Jace and Luke so I had to remind him who he was talking to. Ser Crispin also never taught him not to favor his feet it seems. Aemond was completely off balance.” Daemon laughs and finally looks up from his book to give me his signature smile. I hear mother let out a breathy laugh above me and she leans down to give me a kiss over the raised skin of my scar.
“I do believe it was Daemon who first made that joke about Ser Criston Cole.”
“His name is Criston? You know that doesn’t suit him at all, I still believe Crispin makes more sense.” It was said that the laugh that Daemon let out that day was heard across the streets of Flea Bottom.
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After mother insisted I wear a dress for court, I picked out one of my mother’s old red dresses that was left in the wardrobe and paired it with an equally long embroidered coat that Daemon had gifted me on one of my name days. I now stood in the large hall that surrounded the Iron Throne, periodically tapping my knee against the sheath of the sword - a small act that calmed me against the strangely loud torrent of whispers and the anxiety of the whole situation. They had been suspiciously silent for the past day but had returned at full force once I came into viewing range of the Iron Throne. A rather uncomfortable looking seat for all the troubles it had and will cause. Snow. Men of the dead rise and thirst for blood. Prince that was promised clothed in the deception of a bastard.
The beginning of the accusations went along as smoothly as one could imagine, that was until the great doors burst open and in came the King. Hunched over his cane and with a gold mask covering half of his face. The man I remember from all those years ago had become a shell of himself and pang went through my heart. Great men subjected to rot and poison by inadequate and greedy hands. 
The proceedings continued as normal with grandsire quickly rebuffing the threats to Luke’s succession and then well… Vaemond decided to insult my mother.
“And she is…”
“Say it.” I hear Daemon say from somewhere behind me. My hand slips under my coat and grasps the hilt of the sword. The metal slightly hisses as I begin to pull it out of its sheath.
“A whore.”
“I will have your tongue for that.” I hear the King say and out of my peripheral I see him stand up quickly, pulling out a dagger. I look back at Daemon for a split second as he has his hand on Dark Sister. I raise my eyebrows at him and he nods, letting the hilt fall and giving me a wink. I draw the steel completely out of its sheath and in one fell swoop half of Vaemond’s head is lying on the floor in front of me.
“Well he did once say that he would show us how his blood runs true.” 
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The entire family now sat at the large dining table awaiting the King’s arrival. Alicent and my mother kept trading glances as I traced Valyrian letters into the wood, looking up periodically to catch Helaena’s or Jace’s eyes from my seat at Daemon’s side. A few more minutes passed before grandsire finally appeared - being carried in by four guards. We quickly rose out of chairs, the wood scraping against the stone floor. He was slumped over and looked on the edge of death. We all sat back down when the guards had carried him over to his place in between Alicent and mother.
“How good it is to see you all tonight, together.” The Queen then proceeded to say a prayer to the Seven and I clasp my hands across my lap and listen intently as I scan the faces of my kin. 
“... and to Vaemond Velaryon, may the Gods give him rest.” Daemon turns to me at that and we exchange smiles, accompanied by the lowest of scoffs from my part.
I continue tracing patterns and listening to the whispers in my mind as the toasts and speeches continue, taking small sips of my wine as I see others doing so. After Jace’s rather taunting toast, I lift myself out of the seat and raise my wine glass.
“I would also like to raise my glass. To my dearest aunt, you were one of my most treasured childhood companions and I have been missing you greatly throughout these years apart. You have truly grown into a wonderful young woman and it is an honor to call you my friend, as well as my kin.” Mother gives me a warm smile as she takes a sip of her wine and Daemon gives my arm a little squeeze as I sit back down, flashing me one of his rare, genuine smiles.
“Thank you, dear niece. As my brothers can probably account for, I have missed you a great deal as well. Now… I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you… except sometimes when he’s drunk.” Daemon laughs at my side and I add some of my own laughter as well, but not before giving my aunt a reassuring smile.
I start digging into the food and periodically take sips of wine as I converse with Daemon and my mother, watching Jace and Helaena happily dancing. An idea materializes into my mind and I excuse myself before walking over to Aemond’s chair. He turned to look at me with a peculiar expression on his face as I extended my hand. 
“Would you like to dance, uncle?” He wordlessly takes my offered hand and we sweep off into the hall to begin dancing. We mirror each other's movements as the music progresses, going slower and more cautiously than Jace and Helaena. He danced similarly to how he sparred, precise, elegant and sharp.
The merry dancing stopped however when the King slumped over and was carried out of the room, groaning. Aemond and I parted ways and we all started to go back to sit at our places, when a large pig was about to be set down in front of Aemond’s place. Knowing the consequences of this, I popped out my foot and the servant tripped, the pig falling onto the floor and the loud clatter of the silver plate reverberated throughout the dining hall. I slip back over to my seat and Daemon tilts his head with a small smile.
“What was that for you? You know I’m all for your tympir.” He whispers as I sit down. Games.
“Se māzīlarion.” I answer with a wink. The future.
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I slipped into grandsire’s room after everyone had dispersed. Mother had decided we would go back to Dragonstone come morning so the servants were busying themselves packing things away and everyone else had already retired.
I had to make sure that the Queen did not put Aegon on the throne and that meant having to prevent grandsire from telling her about the song. And so I sat on the edge of the great bed and carefully took one of his hands between mine.
“Grandsire?”
“I’m sorry. But you wanted to know if I believe it to be true.”
“Grandsire? Is this about the song of ice and fire? Aegon’s dream?”
“Yes. Yes, my dear. It is true. What he saw in the North. The Prince That Was Promised.”
“I know. I know.”
“He will unite the realm, against the cold and the dark. It is you.”
“Grandsire?”
“You are the one.”
Press blade against flesh. Flesh to ice. And let the shadows guide the dragon. I carefully lift up grandsire’s hand and give him a kiss on the knuckles before straightening up and walking over to the blade of prophecy. Picking it up and placing it under my cloak I slip out of the room, making my way to the tower that I knew housed the Hand of the King. Blade against flesh.
Entering the rooms of the man who would basically single-handedly destroy my family, I take out the dagger and find the Hand sleeping with a great pile of documents next to him. The Gods had granted me another change of fate and so I placed the blade against his neck and started to cut away at the flesh, causing his eyes to burst open as he tried to push away from my grip. I held him in place as more of the dark red liquid slid down my hands. 
A few moments later he lies there in a pool of his blood, dead. I wipe the dagger clean and step back admiring the sight. Then I methodically start to throw things around the room and sneak away the valuables, making it seem more of a robbery than a planned assassination.
Taking one last look at the room, I sneak back out through one of the hidden tunnels and walk through the shadows of the castle. Placing the blade of prophecy back into its rightful place, fulfilling its call of blood. I get back to my rooms and scrub my hands of the blood and make sure to get rid of the tainted cloak and valuables before slipping under the covers and letting my ancestors' dreams quickly envelop me.
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and... that's the end of part 2. hope you all enjoyed it - ik it had a kind of different vibe than part 1 but I wanted to show how El had grown and matured during those years ig. some random thoughts I had during the writing of this:
Elaena's braided hair was totally inspired by Dany's - like she saw that in her visions and randomly decided to adopt it. It probably looks like this but with her curly brunette locks.
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2. Otto's death randomly came to me as I was outlining this out and it was totally self-indulgent. I just really wanted to see that man dead.
3. This wasn't the og ending I had planned out tbh but it fit better than what I had been thinking about so it ended up way more open-ended than originally intended.
4. I like to think that El understands and can speak Valyrian because it's kind of like a Percy Jackson situation where the whispers that she gets are all in Valyrian so she naturally can just understand it.
5. Her bond with Cannibal !!! This was one of those things that first popped into my mind when I first started thinking about writing a part 2. I was reminded a lot about Vhagar and Aemond's bond cause I wanted to do something that was the complete opposite. As Dany once said: Dragons are not slaves. El's bond with Cannibal is one of mutual love and trust - they are basically one person. Think about it like soulmates.
6. El is like a year-ish younger than Jace but I don't have a specific age because we don't have any specific age for Jace in the tv show so sorry about that.
7. Daemon and her have this weird father-daughter bond that was also completely self-indulgent. I like to think that he kind of saw a lot of himself in her and Rhaenyra was like go be the father that she never had. Also El calls him uncle cause it was just easier for me to put that in - like calling him father would just be weird for her and technically he is her uncle due to his marriage to Laena.
8. Last one I promise, El doesn't wear an eyepatch due to the fact that she's proud of her sacrifice and because I personally found Aemond incredibly hot when he showed his sapphire eye in ep 10.
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Itoshi Sae x fem reader.
Tags : Angst, one sided love, Rape(Not by him), Ending.
Warning read at your own risk! Its not in detail but still.
unedited part 1 check out for part2 for sae's pov
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"Prepare for dinner by seven at the same place. "Your boyfriend then proceeded to march out of your shared room, and you smile at him as he waves good bye."
"Take care." You instantly check your wardrobe for anything to wear. You found a box, and you instantly smiled when you remembered it was a dress he gave you on your first date.
You're finally using it.
You stared to imagine his reaction after all, you haven't seen him smile since you met him, and he's also always away. It's hard to be in a long distance relationship, but you're glad it worked out.
You check the time; there are still four hours left. You need to prepare yourself; you know Sae hates it when someone's late. You tried calling Sae's number multiple times, but he's not answering. You catch a glimpse inside the restaurant; it's the same restaurant you both like and the one he asks you for a date at.
Earlier at home, you tried calling him; you thought he would pick you up, but it was getting late, so you decided to come here by yourself.
After hours passed and you were getting furious, some staff came out and asked you multiple times if you had any reservations or how they could help you, and you answered them. "I'm fine." Or ". "Just waiting for someone." A group of men suddenly approaches you.
"We've been eyeing you for 30 minutes now, so how long are you going to stand there?" One of them asks They keep approaching at you, which makes you scared and run. You thought you lost them, but they suddenly appear in one alley. This time you tried to dial Sae's number while running, and you screamed when one of the men grabbed your hair.
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You woke up in the hospital full of bruises, tears fell from your eyes, and you jumped out of the bed but collapsed after feeling the pain between your thighs.
A nurse opens the door with a basket of fruits and rushes to you. "Ma'am, please stay in bed." She guided you to your bed and gave you a cup of water. She placed the basket on the table besides you.
"A tall man gave me this; he seems in a rush so he leaves instantly." She said while fixing the blanket to cover you.
She also told you that those men were arrested with a possession of drugs they'll serve prison for a long time that gave up relief.
Days later, you're finally home. Your boyfriend never showed up or texted you after that, and the feeling of solitude surprisingly comforts you now that you think of it.
Sae never shows emotions towards you; there was a time that you felt like he lost interest in loving you. "Or probably he never loved you." You said it to yourself. You thought he was tired after practicing and sometimes didn't bother to reply to you, but at least you knew he was fine and doing great if he only read your reply.
At the hospital You know it's him; the feeling of betrayal and disappointment you never felt for him before has come to your senses. For the last time, you dialed Sae's number, hoping that he would answer it, but he failed.
To:Sae
When i met you two years ago when we visited and stayed in Madrid for six months,i went to a soccer match with my cousin who truly loves soccer (he really forced me to watch) but i didn't regret it because i met you there,your so good that i instantly have a crush on you, my cousin is a friend of one of your teammates and often invites your team that's how we officially met i know you don't have an interest with me that why i never really bother you that much but when we are leaving you ran towards me and ask me to be your girlfriend which made my heart jump in joy,after that we went into long distance which is hard but i understand before me your obsessed playing soccer, i cant just show to your life and stops or bother you with your dream, please don't give up being the best player cause im giving up this relationship, im sorry to bother you these years,im saying that i enjoy being with you and i love you i still do —im just giving up, those having crush on you turns into crushing me into pieces ,i know i deserves someone better . This will be the last time we'll be talking to each other. I love you; take care. My final good-bye.
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To be continued... Sae's pov
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hammerhead-jpg · 15 days
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Idk if I'm ever gonna finish the refs for my redacted ocs, but here are their logos
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I could make some doodles of their designs or smth idk....
I wrote some info about them under the cut if ya curious (that ended up being a lot longer than I expected so behold)
Taurus
I already made a ref sheet for Taurus so I already wrote down some info about him there so you can go see that if you wanna
I can only imagine since I established that he's friends or at least knows every single redacted de(a)mon and also is a part of the chorus that if he would be on the redacted channel he'd successfully force himself into practically every storyline.
Practically all redacted ocs that I made I more imagine as side characters than as "main" characters so they don't really have a listener, but I guess his listener would technically be freelancer.
I imagine he remembers the cacophony well, even though he wants to forget it.
Gin Asari
I'm very aware that Gin wouldn't really work as a character since, to be a sibling to a listener would mean to not have them have a distinct background, race or gender (or at least agab) since this is specifically an identical twin brother, because unless them and the listener are not blood related (and in this case they are) the characters background, race and gender would allude to the listeners background, race and gender which you're not supposed to do. But because I have already made up the listeners background race and gender as if they were an oc as most people do, I haven't really thought about this.
Anyways, this is Gin Asari! Lovely's twin brother! And if you haven't noticed they are the main character of the oc fic I wrote some time ago. I actually made 4 more chapters for that fic but didn't post it since I thought it wasn't good enough and also people hate fics written in first person for some reason.
I don't really remember why I made this oc either, I guess just because I wanted to explore the idea of a electro-energetic baddy, even though they don't really have their electric powers yet since they haven't experienced a traumatic enough experience and Lovely hasn't told them in fear that they would try to traumatize themselves on purpose to get them. I also wanted to explore Adam's backstory through them (btw I fucking struggled to make the timelines align to find out what age they are).
For those of you who haven't read the fic ("the fic" meaning also the chapters I didn't publish so I guess that's like all of you) here's a quick summary: Lovely's twin brother (who at this point isn't in contact with Lovely since Lovely ran away from their parents when they were 16) is chilling in med school with their roommate: Adam Jessup. That is, all until Adam disappears one day and is found dead in a car crash, except, Adam didn't really die and he just got turned willingly. Adam returns one year later by sneaking into Gin's room. There, Adam descides to feed on them and after realizing they're willing to let him feed on them, let's them live and starts a very unhealthy relationship where he returns to feed on them every week or so. That is until he gets addicted to their humanborn latent electro energetic blood and every week or so becomes every night. The induced anemia and stress from overworking themselves due to their parent's high expectations, Gin's mental state starts to decline. That is until they find out that Adam is a literal serial killer and he basically tries to murder them since they didn't want to continue their relationship. They run away to Dahlia, both from him and from their parents, until a couple of years later they meet Lovely, now a vampire, by chance, and they catch up and learn that Adam has been upgraded to a decapitated skeleton under a broken down rollercoaster.
I realize that I mostly wrote their backstory and not their current story, like I don't really know what happens after they catch up with Lovely. Do they descide to keep in touch with the Solaire clan or do they go back to their normal life? Does Lovely tell them about the whole electric energetic thing? Do they befriend the other vampires? I don't know! I haven't decided yet.
Methuselah
I'm trying to figure out what this fool's nickname would be besides just Meth.
I thought to myself "what was the first de(a)mon created like? What are they doing?" So I started brainstorming ideas until they eventually became an oc.
So Methuselah (named after the oldest known star, I wanted to be the first star given a name but all that popped up was the oldest star), an inchoate, the first created demon, the one who has lived for thousands of years, fought in the cacophony and created the chorus and serve as kind of a makeshift leader of it.
Some may say that Meth here is what you would call a mary sue but you know as they say when I create a character that's the world's best assassin, a science experiment possessed by a god of anger who has a corrupted form that slowly kills them when they use it, they get called a Mary Sue, but when Asagiri Kafka does it it's "I love Chuuya Nakahara!!"
If Taurus is jaded by his long ongoing life Methuselah is the most jaded of them all. Just basically barely cares about the things going around them. Even if they did care about keeping relationships everyone except some of the chorus members is scared of them due to their overwhelming power, both magical and political.
When the ruling council descided to include de(a)mons in it they were the first demon asked if they would want to join as a representative for inchoate demons their response was to spit in their face and say "was that the answer you were looking for?"
I imagine that they are currently dealing with the whole Hush situation, and that in the first time in thousands of years, they're scared of death. After the cacophony in which they almost died, saw many deaths including the death of their first and only friend, they thought that if another life threatening situation occurred they wouldn't be scared to die for the cause, but now that they're faced with a person that is not only stronger than them but could kill them in a second, they're scared of death after so many years of being untouchable.
Miles Deen
One time, my lovely mutual @cyc-chilla once said in a post about wether or not redacted characters get biches, that Frederick only seems to attract extremely shady and terribly shifty dumpster opossum men, and I thought to myself "he absolutely does"
So Miles Deen was born.
If you identify as a garbage dwelling raccoon trash goblin you obviously haven't met Miles
The icon of the two bandaids and the description of "the thrall" doesn't encapsulate him well enough, it should've been an icon of a garbage can and he should've been titled "the trash dweller" if I wanted to be accurate.
Basically, Miles is an informed unempowered guy who was a couple of years ago attacked by a shade, but instead of having all of his life force drained, he only got half of his life force drained and later found out via seer that he would only live to 27 (he's currently 25, 21 when he found out)
He's also homeless because he got kicked out of his parents house after he couldn't find a job due to his clinical depression, so as you can imagine his life wasn't looking too good.
But, he descided to keep living and use the fact that he's going to die young as a motivator to live without fear and also made a bucket list of things he wanted to do before he died.
One of those things was being fed on by a vamp, and that is how he finds himself on Solaire clan territory and is found by Fred. The rest is history.
Fred is convinced he is insane but he kinda likes that about him. Bright eyes does not like him at all.
He somehow always gets himself into trouble and then the clan is forced to protect him in all kinds of batshit situations.
If he was actually on the redacted channel, he'd probably never appear or would maybe be mentioned by name once, just because I descided to make a character for a deleted discontinued series.
Sadly, I think his story probably would end with him dying peacefully in his sleep, since he wouldn't want to get turned and him getting turned would be kinda a stupid thing writing wise since it's kinda stupid to build up the idea of a character dying only to have them live anyway (and his whole character is built on the idea that he's going to die young)
Ezra Solaire
One day, I thought to myself "Christian needs a gay awakening" and so he did.
Ezra is a cayote shifter and part of the Solaire clan, raised by William since birth.
He seems very sweet, and he is but he's also brutally honest.
He'd never let a vamp feed on him (William even set up that you are to be executed if you attempt to feed on him without his permission) but he does donate blood to the clan often. He has so many "I donated blood" stickers.
I imagine he's friends with Darlin', which is how he ended up meeting the Shaw pack
I keep thinking about what his talk with William would be like after the summit, cause it would be absolutely heartbreaking
Because I imagine Ezra was one of the people that wasn't told about the plan, so with Ezra who just wanted a normal life, now learning that the Solaire clan which they already didn't like being in since about 90% of the clan didn't like them, is/is going to become some sort of vigilante assassin squad and also feeling like their relationship with the Shaw pack is destroyed, the place where they actually felt like they had a normal life and a family, I can only imagine how upset they'd be.
But on the other hand, William is like a father to him and he couldn't imagine how it would be to leave him, and he'd also be leaving behind the few people he was close friends with in the clan (like Vincent) and he also wouldn't think it would be right to have William supporting him financially with a house and a job when he was leaving the clan, so he would have not only have his financial and social support cut, but also physical since, I forgot to mention but, he has multiple sclerosis and is disabled, so he sometimes needs a caregiver to help him do everyday tasks (which would usually be by William, Vincent or an assistant William hired). So yeah, I can only imagine how he must feel.
Atlas Madden
Watch out John I'm stealing your name or smth
To be completely transparent, I did create Atlas just to ship him with Scorpius. I know I'm cringe but I'm free
Atlas is a freelancer who works as a healer, but also has an interest in water magic and shifter magic. How is a non-shifter good at shifter magic? He isn't! He likes morphing into a disturbing half wolf half human creature and scaring people in it!
So umm I may have brainstormed Scorpiuses backstory on a whim by accident...whoops...hate when that happens
So going forward any Scorpius lore I drop is my headcannons and not actual lore
I swear this is important to Atlas
Okay so: I imagine that before being captured by close knit Scorpius worked in this kind of strip club where the whole shtick was that incubi were the strippers. The strippers weren't also escorts but if they chose you you could potentially go home with them.
That's how Scorpius and Atlas met.
Atlases friends brought him to this strip club mostly as a joke and Atlas was kinda uncomfortable the whole time.
Until he caught Scorpiuses eye, who then decided to enact his flirt persona and bring him home.
After that, Atlas eventually became his charge and they would meet every so often.
They both agreed for no strings attached, Scorpius didn't really like hookup culture but needed to get energy one way or another, but Atlas wanted him to know that he respected him as a person and wanted them to be at least friends.
One day, Atlas pushed the friendliness a little too far and Scorpius told him that he doesn't need to try to appeal to him so he could feel like a good person. Atlas got offended by this because he really just wanted to be nice, not because he wanted to pat himself on the back.
An argument ensued and Scorpius left without getting an energy feeding. He went on, trying to find somebody else to feed on, and that is when he gets tricked and captured by close knit. With no way to communicate to Atlas, Atlas believes Scorpius left him for good.
I have a lot more planned out for them but that takes place after Scorpius leaves the basement, which as you can see he hasn't yet, so I'm obviously waiting til that happens so I'm not writing lore for something that hasn't happened yet.
So um yeah
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Hey! I saw your sans x pregnant reader post and I really loved it!!
I'm not sure if your requests are open or not but if they are,
What would some of the different Sans (es ) Do with a pregnant reader?
(like just enough to show the baby bump to not be mistaken as just gaining weight but like actually sticking out?)
Clarifications are Preg!Reader fell down the hope pregnant, and let's say for one reason or another, they get into a fight and get some scratches, but then an attack comes and is about to peirece the stomach but the sans (es) stops it, cuz they can sense a second soul in them?
I was hoping maybe the classic 3? (UTsans, UF sans and US sans)
Also sorry if this is all over the place, I have PDD which makes it harder for me to explain my ideas.
((Also if you DO decide to do this, will you tag me? The system hasn't been notifying me when requests or basically any motifs unless I'm mention/tagged, thank you!)
Have a great day/night/afternoon/etc!
I figured you meant that the skellies weren't the dads, but if you meant something else, just tell me! Sorry ^^' and sorry for the very long wait.
I, uh, had some problems and way too many lol.
Anyway! Made them longer to make up for it.
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Sans: Look, normally Sans wouldn't do something to help a human. The only reason he helped Frisk out so much was because Toriel asked him to, and they still haven't even gotten them out! Haven't killed anyone either, so Sans was a bit confused. But this was new. A new human fell down, and she was a girl. She was older and so powerful, and the other monsters attacked her, but guess what? She didn't fight back! Like... at all! It was confusing to him, to be honest. She was so strong compared to them, so why wasn't she fighting back? Sans started to follow sneakily, wanting to see what she would do. She got hurt and had some nasty scratches; however, she hadn't tried to hurt or kill any monsters yet, which is nice. But then he noticed something during one of the fights that he hadn't noticed before. A smaller soul, a much smaller one, and still weak. She was pregnant, and... crap! He saw an attack coming for her stomach and before he could stop himself, he teleported in, grabbed her, and disappeared before the other monster could see him. He looks over his shoulder, then down and makes a small oh sound when he sees her staring at him. "Uh... ey, got a stare problem, buddy?" Heh, okay, this was... this was something.
Red: Of course he noticed the girl falling after Rosa! That hadn't happened before, so it caught his attention! Of course his main attention was Rosa, but he couldn't help checking up on the fallen human girl every so often. He noticed during those times that she, just like Rosa, wasn't hurting anyone or fighting back against any of the monsters. Ugh, damn it, he was hoping at least one of them would be bad... eh, whatever. Sometimes he liked poking fun at her for getting hurt, saying that it would be so much easier if she tried to kill them, but she never did. During one of the times he was watching her, he noticed something. Another small souling in her stomach, and he didn't think that she had eaten another human. Crap... He could ignore it. He SHOULD ignore it! Yeah, he didn't. He sent out a bone attack to distract the other monster and ran by, grabbing her hand and dragging her away fast. "Come on, get your stupid legs movin'!" Man, if he got caught, he would be dusted so fast. Majesty wouldn't care that she had a baby... why did he care? Maybe he could ask the lady at the door for some help. Probably could trick his brother into helping him out too.
Blueberry: When he first met the human that fell down, he got so excited! He knew the first one, then another fell? And this time it was a grown one. How exciting! Two humans at almost the same time. Stretch didn't seem as excited, but he didn't care. He greeted the human and helped her out with any of her wounds, then told her that he was going to have to take her to Lady later on. They got separated a few times, and one of the times they met back up, he noticed that she was getting attacked by another monster! He thought about helping, but figured that that would be bad to do! They were training, weren't they? Or... he sighs, shaking his head at the idea. Then he noticed something. During the fight, he saw another souling in her stomach! His eyesockets widened, and he ran forward, holding up his hand, "Stop the fight!" He lowered his hand to make a bone, which knocked her out of the way since the attack was aiming straight for her stomach. "You know the rules. No attacking a souling or anyone carrying one. If Lady found out, you would be charged!" he scolded the other monster, who seemed shocked. As did the human, who sneaked away while he was ranting.
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