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agentmarcuspike · 5 months

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frankie morales x dominatrix (+ ex!reader)

synopsis: after breaking up with you on a self sabotaging whim, frankie finds his way back into familiar arms to cope content warnings: mentions of drugs and addiction, sub!frankie, destructive and avoidant behavior, sex work, joi (jerk-off instructions), masturbation (m), degredation kink, vague descriptions of dissociation, dom's name is jessica (after my hero @hier--soir), cum, some pain and tears related to jerking off (stop if it hurts, guys!), military related trauma, very brief attempt at aftercare word count: ~ 2.7k a/n: my first frankie fic! thank you, han @swiftispunk, for proof reading af, for encouraging me to conquer my p0rn shame, and of course for writing such an inspiring sub!frankie. we love him (and u)

Frankie knew it wasn’t fair to you. He knew he’d cause you pain by ending things after twelve amazing, promising months. But compared to the inevitable pain he was doomed to bring everyone he loved and cared for, it was nothing.

He’d been clean for a mere week when you met, and the rush you gave him had been enough to replace the rush of a high. For a while. But when the withdrawals and unrest returned, and the butterflies could no longer keep the cravings at bay, you’d held him through the tremors, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and at no point had you judged him for his past or his way of coping. You’d loved him.

And you still did.

Did he love you too? Most likely. Probably. Yes. Which was why he had done what he had. Because you deserved someone better for you. Someone without his history, his trauma, his wounds. No matter how much he loved you for tending to them, you shouldn’t have had to. And that’s why he’d left, on this gloomy Sunday evening, with no other explanation than, “I’m sorry.”

It’s also why Frankie finds himself roaming the chilly city, street lights blurry, all noises softened by a thick layer of apathy. He has no idea how long he’s been walking, no idea whether he’s tired or not. He feels like a shadow of himself, with no wants or needs, no ambition or goals. Just a body moving, constantly moving, to avoid having to think or feel. But as a bicycle quickly swooshes past him on the sidewalk, almost knocking him over, he stops in his tracks and looks around.

He finds he’s made his way to the other side of town. The air is thicker here somehow, heavier with desperation than in the area he'd tricked himself into thinking he'd belonged in for the past couple years, amongst white picket fences and successful neighbors.

Here, the atmosphere is familiar. People seeking shelter between dumpsters, some asleep, some chasing relief in a fashion Frankie is all too acquainted with. A single buzz goes off in his head when the urge comes back to him. It would be so easy. He knows where to get it, knows how it works. Where to go, who to see, what to say. It would give him the energy to do whatever he could to keep this heartache away.

So he sets his legs back in motion. At the end of the street, they make a conscious right, a left, and then his mind is wandering again, off in a different direction than his feet. And then his feet stop. He’s standing outside of a regal looking building. Off-white stone façade, adorned with French balconies and decorations, art deco mascarons staring down at him with empty eyes.

Two white columns frame the heavy front door he’s walked through so many, many times. Not since you, though. Frankie has not had the need to visit this place since you first locked eyes with him.

Without a second thought, before he can change his mind, he rings the doorbell and he’s buzzed inside. With every heavy step up the marble stairs, echoing off the shiny walls, the lights in Frankie’s brain turn off one by one. As he reaches the fourth floor, he’s merely a shell of himself, a puppet on a pair of floppy strings, longing for someone to take control.

He stands still on the landing for a minute, breathing slowly, deliberately, waiting for his arm to rise and knock on its own. It doesn’t, so he orders his hand to place three quick raps on the door.

A few seconds later, a woman comes out. Her hair is tied up, haphazardly moved out of her face and neck with an elegant claw clip. The hand she’s not using to hold the door open is placed in front of her, fingers in a fist clutching the two sides of a silk robe together, careful not to expose more of herself than what’s already poking out from underneath the short covering.

“Frankie…?” she asks, brows raised in surprise.

He gives her a nod and a weak, “Hi” in response, clearing his throat and repeating the greeting. “Jessica,” he mutters.

The woman takes a step over the doorstep, pulling her robe tighter around herself.

“I didn’t expect you! We didn’t have an appointment today, did we?” Her voice is slightly panicked, worried she’s forgotten, her eyes darting quickly down to the non-existent watch on her wrist.

Frankie shakes his head. “No.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, opening and closing his fidgety hands. “I just…” His voice cracks, he swallows and tries again.

“I just need two minutes.”

Something in his core refuses to let him look at the woman in front of him.

He knows her well, knows she’d never judge him. She’s seen him in much more vulnerable positions than this, and yet, something about being so emotionally affected in front of her has him staring at the floor.

She leans down, bending at the waist and tilting her head to find his eyes, making him look at her. When he does, his voice is weak, but assured. He knows what he needs. “Please.”

The plea is enough. Jessica gives him a subtle nod before stepping aside and letting Frankie in.

He automatically kicks off his shoes and parks them by the door. Straightening back up, arms fixed by his sides, he awaits further instruction.

“Clothes off, sweetie,” Jessica commands softly. “And wait right here for me. Be right back.” She disappears from the hallway and into the living room, leaving Frankie alone to undress. He makes quick work of it, not bothering with all the buttons, careless about whether they end up inside out or not.

He sheds his clothes like he wants to shed his skin and grow a new one. A brand new layer, thicker than the one he has, one free of marks from your bruising touch.

On autopilot, he drops to his knees on the tiled hallway floor, hands clasped behind his back, easily and comfortably slipping back into the familiar cadence of compliance.

The hard cold surface keeps him from crashing into the floor, from falling through it, by burrowing into his knees, stone against bone. He forces all of his attention to the sensation; the dull ache in his kneecaps, the strain in his thighs. The feeling of staying in position despite the discomfort fills him with a sense of pride and control only certain things can give him. One of them is playing the part of soldier, fighting on someone else’s behalf. The other is this; surrendering completely to someone else’s needs and wishes.

Jessica is back a quick minute later.

“Come in, Frankie.”

Hands on the floor for support, he rises and follows her.

The room isn’t new to him. He’s seen it before, but only in passing, on his way to her bedroom, to the bathroom and back again. But he’s never spent time there, or had the opportunity to really see her private space. It’s a stark contrast to her cold and minimal bedroom. The space isn’t big, so the green velvet couch placed in the middle of the room instead of against a wall is a bold choice. To the left and right of the sofa sit two small side tables, the floor space covered by a massive persian rug.

Jessica gestures to this rug as she sits, legs crossed and arm thrown casually over the back of the sofa, causing her robe to cleave at the top, showing off her clavicles.

Frankie finds his place in the middle of the carpet. He should feel vulnerable, fully naked in a new environment. But Jessica’s mild authority, untroubled by the situation, keeps him calm.

“You just need two minutes, you said?”

Frankie nods.

“Very well, then. Two minutes is what you get,” she declares. And then, demanding:

“Kneel.”

And Frankie does. One knee at a time touches the soft carpet beneath him. His hands come down to support him before he sits back on his heels, head bowed, only looking up at her through his lashes when he hears her shuffle.

From the side table to her right, she picks up a round egg shaped gadget and turns the top and bottom halves in opposite directions. For a second he thinks it’s gonna vibrate, until he hears the ticking. Jessica puts the kitchen timer back down on the side table.

“Those are your precious seconds, big boy. You better start touching yourself.”

Frankie’s hand automatically shoots down to palm himself, already half hard from excitement, but seeing his hesitant movements, she clarifies.

“Two minutes to come for me, or you’re not gonna be allowed to come in a very…,” She drags out the pause between the words, “...Very long time. Understand?”

Frankie nods.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His voice is hoarse with anticipation. “I understand, ma’am.”

“Good boy.” She gives him a wink. “Now go on, make yourself come for me.”

Her command, combined with the ticking sound of time passing, has him quickly tugging at himself, eroticizing anything and everything he can see around him to get there; Jessica’s toned and shiny calves, the way a stray piece of hair has escaped her claw clip and softly caresses her cheekbone. His hand is tight around his cock as he fists himself frantically. Precum starts to gather at his tip, glistening in the soft lighting, and he smears it over his length.

Jessica spreads her legs on the couch in front of him, making Frankie groan with impatience, but she quickly places a hand in her lap, blocking his view.

“Look at you. So needy, so whiny.”

Frankie moans, not meeting her gaze, the quick pumps of his wrist making him sore and frustrated and he can feel something building, but he’s not quite there yet.

“I haven’t even undressed and you’re all worked up.” Her voice is soft and obnoxiously affectionate. “How pathetic.”

He finally looks up at her face, his sad eyes begging for more; Frankie wants her to look at him too. Wants her to see him. But she doesn’t pay him any mind, she’s only eyeing the ticking clock.

“One minute now,” she tsks. “It’s all the time you deserve, to be honest.”

And now she looks at him. Her gaze is sharp and domineering, but there’s something round behind it. Something in the shape of worry. It quickly disappears when she speaks again.

“You’re not worth any more of my attention,” she continues. “A disgrace, that’s what you are. Just a dirty, filthy masturbator.”

As she shifts slightly in her seat, her robe slips off of one of her shoulders, exposing more of her skin and chest. Frankie swallows harshly at the sight.

Mouth agape, tongue poking out to wet his lips, he squeezes his eyes shut, focusing only on the command, his one objective: come. The soft hairs of the carpet are starting to feel like knives, boring into his skin, a welcome pain were it not distracting him from the task at hand. He shifts ever so slightly from side to side, relieving his knees from the hurt in turn.

Jessica must sense his discomfort, because she purrs,

“You’re not gonna come all over my carpet, are you?”

Frankie shakes his head frantically and begins to walk on his knees towards the shiny hardwood floor.

“I’d have to make you clean it up,” Jessica continues.

Tears are pushing behind Frankie’s eyes as he nears release. His toes curl, and he grits his teeth, trying to block out the timer’s insistent ticks.

“10 seconds, now,” she informs him. He squeezes his cock even harder, pumping himself with short quick strokes. Blood rushes through his ears, muffling Jessica’s voice as she counts down.

“Five, four…”

He’s outside of his body. His breath hitches.

“Three, two–”

As the room fills with the shrill of the alarm, Frankie’s cock pulses in his hand, spurting thick ropes of hot cum onto the floor. He keeps going, using his own spend as lubrication, choking his hard length until he’s shuddering, hunched over, sweaty and teary eyed.

Frankie’s body slants forward. He steadies himself with his hands on his thighs, blinking slowly as he concentrates on catching his breath, returning his body. Jessica is patient. She waits until his chest fills and empties itself of air at a reasonable pace, and then she stands up and walks towards him.

His head shoots up when she reaches him, but she places herself behind him, a comforting hand on each of his shoulders, and bends down to kiss his head.

“Stay,” she whispers as she gets back up and moves to leave the room, Frankie left on the floor with his thoughts and his mess. He wonders if he should clean up–even if he had managed to avoid the carpet–but he doesn’t have time to do anything before Jessica is back. She’s carrying his things, his shirt hanging over her arm as she works to turn his other clothes right side out.

Slowly, carefully, she helps him back into what he’d been wearing when he’d arrived. One hand through the sleeve. Then the other. Stepping into his underwear, then his jeans, one leg at a time. She saves his hat for last. Before placing it over his messy head of curls, she cups his face with the palm of her hand.

She leans in, placing a delicate kiss to his cheek, lips barely brushing his skin. Frankie blinks. Accepting softness from Jessica isn’t new to him, but the words she gives him after take him by surprise.

“I’m proud of you, Frankie.”

Her eyes are earnest, open, genuine. He almost finds it in him to believe her, and allows himself to lean into her touch, resting his heavy head on her palm for a second shorter than he’d like to, breaking away when the darkness behind his closed eyelids makes way for pictures of you holding him, him leaning back on you.

He quickly reassesses, telling himself this is your job, that he’s a customer, that he hadn’t even made an appointment. He should tip you at least 200%. Shaky hands dig into the pockets of his jeans, pulling out no more than two twenties.

Swearing under his breath, Frankie starts to panic.

“I– I didn’t…” he begins. “It was so spontaneous–”

She shushes him. “Don’t worry about it.” Her smile is heartfelt, which embarasses him even more. “I’m just glad you came.”

Frankie shakes his head. “No, I wanna pay. I mean, speaking of coming, let me at least wipe my cum off your floor.” He gestures to the sticky mess slowly coagulating on her floorboards.

Jessica snickers.

“Do you do the dishes when you’ve eaten out too?” She raises her brows, and he chuckles, shaking his head quietly.

“It’s all part of the service, baby. Come on, let me walk you out.”

On the doorstep, he gives Jessica a quick kiss goodbye. He thanks her again, and she thanks him back, though for what he’s not sure. Visiting? Choosing her? The company? Either way, he takes her gratitude and shoves it in his pocket with the twenties. When he reaches the lobby, passing a wall full of mailboxes, he quickly locates hers, and swiftly shoves the two bills into the mouth of it.

Frankie’s feet start moving down the street, and his head absentmindedly follows. His skull is no less heavy, the feelings just as painful, and pictures of you still project onto the insides of his eyelids every time he blinks. But a lightness now coats his mind. A sense of victory. He resisted the easy way out. He chose to stay sober, even though he could’ve so easily gone back to his old ways of burying any unwanted feelings in torrents of snow.

And with that feeling of achievement, of growth and gain, he realizes where his feet are taking him. The tall buildings turn into houses, the shop windows into white picket fences. In the distance he makes out the house you’ve made a home together. He prays you’ll open the door. That you’ll give him some time. He just needs two minutes.

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bluehourbucky · 11 months

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Oooooo yes. Oki it's a bucky/reader

Reader was an asset at the same time as bucky and her orders were to keep him safe at all costs, so even if it ends with her taking a bullet. So they've had an intense relationship and hydra being hydra uses it against both of them.

Fast forward to the snap, she doesn't get dusted and manages to escape hydra. She meets nat who helps with her trigger words. They don't fix her since shuri is gone but ends up tweaking it so she's really only listening to her handler- nat or bucky as that's a default lol.

Come to the blip and her and bucky reunite and he has some lingering winter solider tendencies when it comes to her and being protective af. So Sam being sam notices it and gives bucky shit. He snaps and essentially says that she reminds him of hydra and can't stand her.

So typical angst troupe. She avoids him until they get put on a mission and she gets triggered. So bucky ends up taking care of her. Can be smutty lol. Like any part of this can be used. Doesn't have to be the whole thing lol

a/n: Hope you don't mind I simplified it cus I think I'd need more than one part to write all of this properly!!!

Hope you enjoy reading this I put all of the angst into it 😅😅

Sorry this is so long 😅😅😅

MY FIRST REQUEST EVER!!!!

To forgive

pairing: bucky x exhydrasoldier!reader

summary: tension between you and Bucky is unbearable and when a misson goes wrong apologies are in order

warnings: f word couple of times / angst a lot of it

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Sam actually doesn't know how he managed to get stuck with not one but two super soldiers who have a staring problem but this is his reality right now.

Recently you and Bucky have been staying with Sam since you two could not live with each other alone anymore.

Bucky became your roommate after everyone came back after the snap.

At that point you were 5 years free of Hydra and mostly recovered, you had been found by Natasha and she had helped you a lot and so has Steve. Steve already had experience watching his friend struggle with what had Hydra done and his heart ached seeing his friend in you. The same lost and broken expression made him sad.

They did everything they could, Natasha and Steve even bought you to Wakanda but without Shuri the progress was slow but it was still progres.

Steve before leaving talked to both you and Bucky and suggested you two could help each other out since there was no one else who could understand more what you two had lived through.

It had been good in theory but in practice it was not.

Buckys' recovery was way past yours, and it frustrated you, you were angry especially because you still had this need to protect Bucky at all times.

Being Hydras punching bag was not fun, you didn't blame Bucky it wasn't easy for him either but he was so precious to them that they needed someone to protect the most important asset. It wasn't like you were the only one, you just survived the longest. There had been many before you, who had been removed or just killed in a mission to protect The Winter Soldier.

To Bucky, you were just a reminder of the torture he had survived. Some nights neither of you slept because the same nightmares haunted you, and yet you didn't talk to each other.

You both remember very little about each other from your time in Hydra, the pain is the only thing you both remember so clearly.

It had become impossible to stay together the night when Bucky had a nightmare and you had tried to help, it was awful. That night when Bucky woke up he had thought he was back at Hydra because he saw you. He yelled and screamed and even attacked you, telling you to let him go, and you didn't even defend yourself immediately going back to your training with Hydra.

"Protect the asset no matter what. your life is not important, the winter soldier must be saved. Do not hurt the asset or you will be punished."

That night had changed everything. The weak friendship that you've had with Bucky vanished and all you ever did was fight.

"The dishes aren't washed princess."

"Can the Winter Soldier throw out the trash sometimes?

"Does princess need to be reminded to not use all the hot water."

Oh but the missions are the worst for everyone.

Sam started to bring a spray with him whenever you and Bucky even try to speak to each other because sometimes it is so unbearable that it could ruin the mission.

Sometimes against your wish you jump in to protect Bucky, the Hydra training instincts rooted deep inside you.

"You don't have to protect me!"

"I don't have a choice here asshole! If it were up to me I wouldn't care less if something happened to you!"

But when Bucky had jumped from an airplane without a parachute your heart had dropped. And it was not because your instincts had kicked in, you had watched the man you've been protecting many decades jump from an airplane that was like 30000ft in the air!

You put a parachute on you and brought one with you and jumped after him.

"Dumbass you forgot something!" you had yelled over the wind catching up to Bucky.

He'd ignored the parachute you tried to give him and left you to just watch him descend.

You have no idea how he survived but you were pissed off and were ready to kill him yourself.

"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU JUMP WITHOUT A PARACHUTE!"

"WHY DO YOU CARE IT'S MY PROBLEM IF I JUMP OR NOT!"

"NOT IF YOU ASK ME! I LOST MY LIFE TO PROTECTING YOU AND YOU DO THAT! YOU'RE SO SELFISH!"

You had pushed him hard enough so he stumbled a bit but that's only because he didn't expect it. Bucky had also received a slap to the face which Sam might have enjoyed way too much. It had caused an actual fight between two of you and it took Sam 30 minutes to separate you. By the time you had to fight people you had come to fight in the first place you and Bucky already had battle wounds.

Tonight you're in Madripoor and the plan was that Bucky pretends to be The Winter Soldier, it made you nervous.

Sharon had give you a dress and some flat boots in case you needed to run, Bucky and Sam had received some very nice suits.

When you saw Bucky in a suit your heart flipped at the sight of him. You've never seen him in a suit before and you weren't sure how to feel about it. He looked handsome, it's not the first time you had that thought but usually there was annoyance clouding any other thoughts about Bucky.

When Bucky looked at you as you exited the room you were changing in his brain and heart malfunctioned. He'd never seen you in a dress before, you preferred clothes that covered your body completely - the scars on your body made you feel very insecure - Bucky was the same the more his body is cover the less attention he has on himself.

But God, have you taken his breath away. It isn't like he thinks you're ugly, you're gorgeous, and if you had known each other back when he was himself and before you had been brainwashed to protect him he would've loved to have taken you to a dance. Unfortunately your situation was too complicated and it had made it impossible for you two to have any kind of relationship not only romantic.

Bucky and you have a very awkward moment where you made eye contact and then quickly looked away. The tension in the room grew to a 100 real fast.

"So ugh about the plan." Sam coughs to fix the awkward vibe that has enveloped the room.

While Sam is explaining the plan you and Bucky glance at each other when the other isn't looking and Sam pretends not to notice.

The club is crowded and the atmosphere changes when people start to notice The Winter Soldier.

You're on edge the entire time.

Suddenly a fight begins but all you hear are the trigger words which do not affect Bucky but you're entirely a different story.

As Bucky was about to get punched you had jumped in front of him stopping the hit with your hands. You break the the guys hand and turn around to hit another big guy.

"Get out of here I will take care of this."

"No you won't."

And when you don't Bucky pulls you by your hand and you have no choice but to run with him.

When you finally arrive at a safe destination away from everyone who's trying to kill you Bucky turns to you.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS? WHAT HAPPENED IN THERE YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WAIT! ARE YOU SO STUPID YOU CAN'T FOLLOW SIMPLE INTRUCTIONS?"

You only stare back at him not even blinking.

"Bucky stop she's not okay can't you see?" Sam puts a hand on Buckys shoulder backing him away from you.

"She fucked up she wasn't supposed to engage."

"Bucky look at her."

That's when Bucky notices that you're not looking at him you're looking at the floor, your hands behind you as if waiting for punishment.

And suddenly it clicks, your trigger words. Some of them were the same as his.

"I'm so sorry. I- I didn't notice I'm so sorry."

You stay in your place not moving an inch.

Bucky tries to touch you and at first you flinch, he doesn't know what to do - he hugs you, surpsing himself.

He stands there his arms tightly around you.

When you finally come back you start sobbing and Buckys heart breaks. He was supposed to know better.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I should've known I should've said it was a bad idea I'm sorry."

You're shaking in his arms and his heart breaks a little more with every whine.

It takes you 45 minutes to stop crying and that's only because you've exhausted yourself with crying.

Bucky carries you to a dodgy motel that him and Sam found. Your limp body in his arms makes him feel incredibly guilty. He feels awful, he'd been awful to you for months and you're right he's been selfish. Bucky can only hope you can forgive him.

You wake up with a headache the light coming through the window indicates that it's for sure not early morning. The sun is gentle and you can tell that sun is about to be gone. To the right of you there's a night stand and to the left is Bucky sleeping on a chair, sitting up.

You notice that you're in Buckys shirt and your pyjama pants.

"Hey."

You turn at Buckys voice.

"Hi."

"I'm sorry about last night I was out of line. I've been out of line for a while. And I'm really sorry I've put you in danger-"

"Bucky..."

"No I need to say this, please."

you nodd.

"There's so much I regret but I regret putting you in danger and giving you shit the most. I've done nothing to make your life easier I've only made it worse. And you were right I was selfish. I was in my head too much and you're the only person who completely understands what I've been through. Last night shouldn't have happened but I was stupid. I hope you can forgive me and I'll do everything in power for the rest of my life to make it up to you."

"Bucky... I-... What happened to us is not fair and we both did stuff we regret, I also wasn't fair to you. I'm not okay. I haven't been a while and last night wasn't your fault. I'm sorry too. I'm sorry for calling you The Winter Soldier and for hurting you purposely. And you have nothing to make up for nothing that happend is your fault."

Bucky and you stand in silence for a while each trying to process words and the situation you're in right now.

"Fucking Hydra."

Bucky breaks the ice with that statement and you both laugh.

"Bucky, could I ask you for a favour?"

"Anything."

"I haven't been well for a while and last night only showed how much I need help. I'd like to go to Wakanda so they get me in cryo to fix my brain. Please be there for me when they put me under and when they wake me up."

"I promise."

True to his word Bucky is there when they're preparing you for cryo.

"It's going to be okay. These people are the best they know what they're doing. Besides they had their experiment animal way before you!"

"Oh shut up..... Thank you Bucky. I'll see you when I wake up?"

He smiles and gives you a tender hug full of emotions but mostly love.

"I promise."

The last thing you see are Buckys blue eyes looking at you softly he doesn't let himself cry.

The next time you see Bucky is when your new life begins.

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[THE END]

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honeybleed · 4 months

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content & warnings: fem!reader, modern au, journalist!shuhei x popstar!reader, smut (dom!reader — she’s bossy af, sub!shuhei, degradation, footjob, dry humping, edging, cum eating) mdni

author’s note: YURRRR GET INTO IT also ty for 1.2k followers MUAH

word count: 1.8k

Thinking of overenthusiastic, anxious journalist Shuhei Hisagi who had been sent to interview you for an article.

This is his big break since he has never been with such a big name like you. His interviews were usually something quick on set or on the red carpet but you personally invite him to your sprawling mansion.

All sorts of rumours swirl around about you. You're a mean girl. You're a bully.

The story that had thrown him off the most was how you specifically requested water in a glass bottle and when it was given to you at room temperature, you hurled the bottle at your personal assistant's head causing a gash that required stitches.

"I don't bite."

Shuhei felt himself shrink. It was merely a chair but it was resplendent in white with delicate Victorian trailing rose leaf patterns. He was sure it cost his yearly salary as his fingers fiddled with the pristine lace doily.

You chuckled as he sat opposite you.

People tread lightly around you but you were still irritated at his deer in headlights expression as well as the fact he was sweating bullets.

"Sorry." He stuttered, loosening his tie and popping open his collar buttons, feeling chafed by the hot summer sun. "It's really hot."

He looked out to see the lawns being watered by gardeners then quickly turned to face you.

You gently pushed over a glass of lemonade on the table towards him, making a facial gesture for him to drink. He immediately downed the glass.

"We can go inside...I have air-con." You offered and he shook his head vigorously.

"No!"

Your eyes widened at his outburst and he could feel humiliation washing over him at the way you stared at him, completely bewildered.

He cleared his throat and gave you a pained smile.

"I'm fine here, thank you."

Taking in the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped the liquid, you snorted.

He was a pretty boy indeed. But the nervous demeanour didn't connect with his physical appearance.

The 69 tattoo on his cheek, spiky jet-black hair and scowl when you first saw him from afar. But the moment you two were alone he'd become a nervous wreck.

"Um...alright." You returned the strained smile. "This is about my album right? I trust your newspaper isn't into trashy gossip."

Shuhei attempted to hide his unease unsuccessfully as he nodded.

"Yes, I'm here to talk about your new album. In terms of the newspaper, I try to avoid the temptation to entertain or publish rumors, particularly those that include insulting or humiliating others in any way for a quick buck."

"My eyes are up here, Shuhei."

You figured it out.

He was so damn jumpy, desperately trying to conceal his strained arousal in his slacks.

You suppose it didn't help you chose to wear a mini skirt, tie front flared sleeve blouse which showed the tops of the lace white bra underneath.

Shuhei wanted the ground to swallow him up completely.

"I-I apologize! I'm really sorry, jeez I don't know what's gotten into me." He stammered, face beet red.

"Mhm. You like what you see?" You teased.

"Can we just delve into talking about your album?" He muttered.

You leaned back and arched an eyebrow. Shuhei was hot and watching him squirm was way more intriguing than to do the same circle talking, regurgitating the script you were given by your label.

"Boring..." You dragged out. "I'm much more interested in you. Why did you tatt 69 on your face?"

Shuhei coughed, trying to regain his composure from being caught off guard.

"Story isn't too interesting. Me and my friends were blind drunk on a holiday, usually tattoos are meaningful but it just popped into my head. I was a dumb teen." He gestured towards his face with a small smile.

"It's hot."

Shuhei nodded in agreement, the heat from the sun making him sweat profusely.

"It's quite scorching today."

"No...the tattoo is sexy, Shuhei.." You cracked up at how that absolutely went over his head.

He stammered out a thank you as he swallowed, ears turning red.

"You like 69ing or what?" You teased.

"Y/N..." Shuhei breathed out with a weakened voice. "T-That is not something I feel comfortable discussing, I have a job to do."

His resolve was weakening. You kept on provoking him and he felt himself teetering to the edge. He wasn't sure if he could trust you with the glint in your eye.

What if he flung himself at you? What if you turned him down? What if you were simply just teasing to humiliate him?

"Drop the journalist crap, Shuhei. Your raging boner is not helping." You said plainly.

Despite the discomfort in his pants, he wanted to stand resolute in his professionalism and steer the conversation back towards your music but he let out a heavy sigh.

"If we do something quick, will you drop this?" He breathed out, eyes shut.

"All I want is to help you relax, look how stressed and frustrated you are, hm? Be honest. When was the last time you had a good night's rest? Cooped in that office for hours...deadlines. It shows on your face, Shuhei."

Shuhei felt the wind knocked out of his chest as his thoughts flooded his mind. Many sleepless nights where he dreamed of tasting your juices. Making you moan. He couldn't believe this was even happening.

"Stop playing so hard to get, Shu.." You said in your honeyed voice as you batted your eyelashes at him with a teasing smile. "C'mon. Be a good boy for me, and I promise you'll get your interview. Okay?"

Shuhei gave up. Balancing his professionalism with his lust for his dream girl was a dead-end. He took a deep exhale and nodded.

"Fine."

"Get on your knees." You said plainly.

Shuhei's expression softened a bit, he reluctantly crawled across the porcelain tiles and sat on his knees beside you, tucked away from the prying eyes of the staff maintaining the lawn.

You gazed at him, ruffling his spiky hair.

"Was that so hard?"

Shuhei's face was rosy from the touch as he gazed up at you.

"Answer me, pretty boy..." You sang as your hand trailed up his throat, then gripped his jaw harshly.

Shuhei exhaled hard as he sought to calm himself, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I suppose not.." He mustered out meekly, your grip a little discomforting but exciting all the same.

"Now...let's do something about this hard-on, shall we?"

You yanked him up a little so your lips could meet his neck, ghosting your plump lips against the skin and fanning your breath, causing him to shiver and release breathy moans.

"It's been in plain sight since you came here. What's the problem, hm?" Your foot beginning to palm his crotch.

Shuhei fought to keep his balance as he felt your foot against his crotch, the stimulation caused him to groan softly.

"I'm...so tired...and stressed...all these deadlines...and bad reviews..." He admitted voice strained.

"Poor baby..." You cooed as you increased the pressure of your sole on his bulge, licking the shell of his ear. "When's the last time you had sex, tell me. Mhm?"

Shuhei moaned softly as he felt the pressure against his bulge build up.

"I...I don't know...it's been a while..." He shuddered, his eyes closed as he relished the feeling.

"You got a crush on any co-workers? Any hookups?" You quizzed as you kissed along his jawline, continuing to rub your foot on his crotch.

"Can't remember...last time somebody touched me."

"You're a little dirty boy, aren't you? Letting me stroke you on the balcony..." You said, an edge to your voice "Don't you have shame?"

"Not...I'm not a dirty boy.." He rasped.

"Hm? So why are you letting me give you a footjob, you perv?"

Shuhei bit his lip as he felt your foot continue to rub against him.

"I'll tell you what, Shu. Hump my leg until you cum and I'll give you a treat. Sound fair?"

He nodded eagerly.

"Dirty, dirty perverted boy..." You cackled, absolutely revelling in the power rush and the feeling of him desperately grinding himself against your smooth and slender bare leg.

You tugged the roots of his hair, Shuhei whimpering.

He was left speechless at the deliciousness of the friction uttering nothing but whines as he grinded against your leg, his arousal reaching its peak.

"Oh...oh god, f-fuck..!" He hissed feeling his climax approach, his fingers gripping the hem of your skirt.

"If you cum, I'll punish you. Don't you dare." You snapped. He immediately froze, his body reaching the edge of release.

"I...I won't...no...I'm sorry..!"

You peered down to get up in his face. He shivered, aroused and slightly afraid of what you were going to do. His cock throbbing.

Wrapping your hand around his throat and squeezing the sides slightly, your voice dropped to an eerie tone.

"I want you to tell me the truth. And I'll let you cum if you do. Okay?"

He was quivering, feeling light-headed from your aggressiveness. However, he nodded quickly, eager to please you.

"Promise to tell you the truth.." He struggled out.

"When you kept staring at my tits and got hard earlier, what were you fantasising about?"

Shuhei's cheeks flushed pink at your question, and his eyes widened. He stuttered for a bit before finally blurting out the truth.

"I...I was imagining...touching them...licking them...sucking on your nipples..."

You scoffed as he stared up at you.

"You think you're even worthy enough to suck my nipples, Shu? A pervert like yourself?" You jeered.

He breathed heavily, still trying to calm himself despite the blaring and unbearable arousal from your refusal to let him cum.

He knew he wasn't worthy of such a privilege from a pop star like you.

"No...no, Y/N, I'm not."

The way his chest caved in and sweat trickled down his temples gave you a sense of satisfaction.

"You can cum now, Shu." You said gently, releasing your grip on his throat.

He quivered, gasping as he reached his climax, his entire body tensing as he came undone, completely coating the inside of his boxers with his hot and sticky seed.

"Give me a taste." You smiled.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling embarrassed by your request.

However, he had this feeling that he had to follow your demands. He reluctantly dipped his fingers into the cum and brought it to your lips.

You grabbed his wrist, and sucked his fingers loudly, your moans causing his cock to stir once again.

"Mhm...good boy Shu."

Shuhei shuddered at the sensation of your warm mouth on his digits, and a sense of pride swelled in his chest at the sight of an angel like you lapping his release.

"Guess I gotta do that boring ass interview now." You groaned as you stood up from the chair, Shuhei still on his knees as he gaped at you, mind dazed from what had just taken place.

author’s note: if u read dis far thanks for reading heehee i been tryna get into more smutty drabbles i guess 🚶🏽‍♂️

#bleach x reader #shuhei hisagi #shuhei hisagi x reader #hisagi x reader #shuhei x reader #bleach smut #bleach drabble #bleach scenarios #bleach x you #bleach x y/n #bleach x female reader #bleach x fem!reader #anime smut #anime x black!reader #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

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walpu · 11 days

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HNK FAN SPOTTED 🫵🫵 (i feel like i sent you this before?? lmao)

spill ur thoughts i need hear em 🤲

SO YOU WERE THAT HNK ANON 🫵

Okay so!! Hnk au with Aven and reader!! based on my oc but that's not the focus

It turned out to be long af??

Aventurine who is the same age as Dia and Cinna

Aventurine who has lost several teammates already and feels extreme guilt about it

Aventurine who has a very reckless fighting style, heading into the battle without any concerns about his own safety, constantly getting shattered but never actually taken by the lunarians since his partners are considered to be more appealing gems

Aventurine who's actually scared to be taken away but who still sees himself as someone disposable so he keeps rushing into the battle

Aventurine who was there when reader's teammate was taken to the moon

Aventurine who thinks that reader hates him for failing to protect their partner

Aventurine who ends up being partnered up with reader, them rarely working as a team and acting independently most of the time

Aventurine who doesn't understand why reader keeps saving him, why reader sometimes insists on repairing him themselves, why they seem so upset when he's shattered again and again and again

Aventurine who mistakes their anger, pain and frustration with his recklessness as them not wanting to deal with him

Aventurine who takes reader's apathy and melancholy personally, even though they're just so so tired of the endless war and it has nothing to do with him

Aventurine who doesn't see how much reader actually likes being partnered up with him

Aventurine who takes a risk and joins the moon gems in order to make at least some progress and to find a way to stop the war. And to take the burden of seeing him away from reader

Aventurine who knew reader would be very upset with him and consider him a traitor

Aventurine who's still shocked and so so so confused when he sees how deeply hurt they are and how this pain transforms into anger and sorrow that leads them to be self-destructive which they never were before

Aventurine who has to fight reader during the night raid. He can see hatred in their eyes in this very moment and it hurts so much

Aventurine who is so so so lost when you, despite everything, still protect him from Cinnabar's mercury attack

Aventurine who becomes a gambler during the 220 years timeskip

Aventurine who comes on Earth with Phos during the invasion arc, only to betray him and to try to convince reader to run away somewhere

Aventurine who gets shattered alongside reader :)

Aventurine who expects reader to avoid him like a plague now that they're lunarians. Reader's previous teammate is there any surely that's all they need

Aventurine who feels so overwhelmed with emotions after he hears reader apologizing to their previous partner, telling them that, despite everything, they want to spend the remaining 10k years by Aventurine's side

#I've been rereading hnk before the final chapter and couldn't help myself with this au #I bet he would hate the moon but still tell everyone that this place suits him and his personality just fine #aventurine #hsr #reader insert #aventurine x reader #walp's writing #hnk AU

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rogueddie · 7 months

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Steddie Sick Fics

Important: READ THE TAGS! Also, leave a comment and kudos! These fics are amazing and I love them and I hope y'all do too 😷

Fever

addweetoo

Steve is sick and Robin's out of town. So she calls Eddie to take care of Steve, not knowing that Steve hasn't talked to Eddie since Eddie woke up in the hospital.

Words : 11,359 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

Larkspur and Lily of the Valley

DarkWitchOfErie

Steve has a cough and thinks it's allergies, until a blue petal comes up.

Words : 4,540 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Gently,

TheDeathsWish

In which Eddie wants nothing more than to give Steve the gentle kindness he deserves.

Words : 12,905 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

The Labyrinth

wayfarers0

“I think you’re just not feeling good, kiddo,” she says quietly. “Do you feel nauseous?”

“No. No, I don’t.” fuck, is all he can think; fuck. “No.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Steve told me once you’re not good with that sort of thing.”

“M’not nauseous,” he says, but he has to swallow down saliva as he says this. “I’m just anxious.”

Words : 2,422 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : General Audiences

AO3 : x

medicinal

peaktotheocean

“I’ve got a friend who is having a ton of migraine issues," Robin blurted out. Eddie's head rose to look at her. That was a new one. "We heard weed helps. Any truth to it?” She asked hopefully.

Uncle Wayne always used to joke that Eddie was too curious for his own good. Eddie just never thought he'd agree with the assessment while selling weed to Robin Buckley of all people.

Words : 2,233 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

greening out

llovebug

When Eddie accidentally takes too many edibles, he finds himself greening out and wandering the streets of Hawkins. Steve spots him and takes it upon himself to nurse Eddie back to soberness and get him somewhere safe and warm.

Words : 2,702 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Not Rated

AO3 : x

Take Your Silver Spoon, Dig Your Grave

fangirlandtheories

“Shit Harrington,” Eddie smiled, pulling the thread tightly. “Let’s play a game.” Steve rolled his head on his shoulder, looking at him with fever bright eyes. “2 truths and a lie?”

“I sleep with the light on, I haven’t seen my parents in a month, and I like men and women.” Steve watched as Eddie froze in place.

“That’s not cool, Steve.” Eddie continued stitching, a little less gently this time. “Robin said you’re a bit dense, but fucking mocking me af-”

“4 months.” Steve interrupted.

“What?” “It’s been 4 months since the last time I saw them.”

Words : 6,020 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

I’ll be there for you

Battered_child

After the nightmare spring break in which they had gone to fight a monster in the crazy Hellscape version of their hometown, the weeks that followed had been non-stop for Steve.

First there were the hospital visits, though he’s not sure it counts as visiting when one spends more of their time there than away. The first week had been the worst.

After they had dragged Eddie’s lifeless body from the Upside Down, Steve had been so worried that someone would come after him that he’d refused to leave the other boy’s side for the first few days. This of course meant he didn’t get his own injuries seen to, and he then spent his own painful recovery either at Eddie or Max’s bedsides, working, or ferrying kids (and Robin) around town for various reasons.

Words : 6,545 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Can I Still Call?

theswampnugget

Steve doesn't like being taken care of. More specifically, he doesn't like to feel like a burden. He really can't avoid it when a migraine wipes him out in the middle of a shift, and none other than Eddie Munson comes to drag him home.

Words : 4,130 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : General Audiences

AO3 : x

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fic rec #ficrec

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sixeyescurseuser · 5 months

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(Headcanon)

Thinking about Shoko who gets hella confused when she interacts with men who aren’t Gojo or Geto, aka gay icons. She just spends so much time with those fools, who are admittedly quite entertaining to watch.

Shoko will observe hetero men and wonder: “Huh, why don’t they put their hands on their hips? Not sassy enough…”

Or, “He’s talking on the phone without bending his neck at a 90° angle?”

Or, “Man, this guy is like a rock. So expressionless.”

Shoko sees the str8 guys’ pants and thinks: “Not skinny jeans, but also not those billowy loose pantaloons…”

Plus, getting str8 men to engage in actual conversation can be a PAIN. Why don’t they reciprocate basic questions? Would it kill them to add inflection to their tone, or give more than two-sentence answers?

Meanwhile, Gojo and Geto never stop talking. They have the innate skill of arguing about the dumbest shit. They’re loud af too. Shoko frequently has to tell them to shut the fuck up.

At first, Geto will be like, “Satoru, we need to lower our voices,” but then he gets too heated in proving his point and forgoes his manners. Gojo simply has no problem egging Geto on, nor speaking whatever comes to his mind.

***

During one of the goodwill exchange events, Gojo and Geto grew bored and began competing against each other. Even the Kyoto guys, who are rugged and masculine by traditional standards, have to veer out of the way to avoid their path of destruction.

No one stands a chance against the gays.

(Gojo, jumping out of the way when Geto sends a tornado kick: “Woah! That made your ass look good, Suguru!”

Geto rolls his eyes and continues to try to beat this loser.

Moments later, Yaga-sensei broadcasts to the entire arena, yelling at his students to, “Quit fighting each other - you do enough of that already - and focus on the competition!”

Gojo tackles Geto while yelling: “Suguru started it!”

Geto yanks on Gojo’s hair. “Satoru you fucking LIAR!”)

***

Then, there’s conversations that make it clear to Shoko that despite being able to start a podcast each time they open their mouths, having interesting fashion, or flaunting undeniable charisma and fuck-you-you’re-irrelevant energy, the gays still have their shit to figure out.

Meaning, they should really kiss. Each other.

That will happen in due time, Shoko is sure.

For now, she’ll enjoy the entertainment the strongest pair insist on showcasing - for free - every day.

(Gojo, rubbing his full tummy after devouring an all-you-can-eat buffet: "Guys, I’m pregnant.”

Shoko turns to Geto. “Congrats.”

“Damn,” Geto says without missing a beat. He glances at Gojo with soft eyes. “But we used a condom.”

Gojo nudges Geto with his shoulder, then gazes up at Geto over the rims of his black shades. “I poked holes in it beforehand. Didn’t think it’d actually take though…”

They continue like that for a sickeningly long time, fabricating an entire story full of scandalous decisions and questioning family-planning.

Shoko doesn’t comment on their bright, pink cheeks by the end of it.)

*** w/ @no-one-says-hi

#jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #ieri shoko #satosugu fluff #satosugu fanfic #jjk headcanon #satosugu headcanon #jujutsu kaisen #canon compliant #cerdrabbles

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shirefantasies · 2 months

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Ok, so like the elves’ spice tolerances from 0 to 10 (doubt they have good spice tolerance because they’re white af but still) (do they even have spices in Middle Earth)

I'm DEAD this is so random but so funny I love this uhhhh let's see

Legolas- Probably higher than average because he's pretty strong & has a very high tolerance for alcohol & other things. Claims that yes, he can feel a bit of a tingle, but it is exhilarating is it not? Extra hearty so solid 7-8 here.

Elrond- Can eat spicy stuff but doesn’t like it. Avoids it if he can and complains a bit/raises his eyebrows at it. Asks Lindir to let the chefs know this exotic stuff wasn't really it. 5.

Arwen- Sees it as a challenge especially if someone assumes she can’t. Goes beyond her tolerance level sometimes but doesn't show it until the other party turns their back, then she lets the tears flow. 7.

Haldir- Acts like he can handle it, waves his hands and carries on when he tries. Not quite full 'ketchup is spicy' but definitely the type to get incensed over an excess of heat AKA anything beyond mild. 3-4.

Lindir- Terrified when it is presented to him, all but shaking as he raises it to his mouth...only to find that it's not that bad, here try some everyone! Cue everyone else dying, this man with his snobby taste somehow just downed a ton of habanero sauce like a king and made some comment about finally enjoying foreign food. Surprise 9.

Galadriel- An absolute badass are you kidding. 10/10 no questions she makes the others look like babies. Would win hot ones or whatever I've never seen the show. Pain is nothing to this queen, she just smiles that gorgeous smile and laughs at the others' reactions as if she was given a bonbon.

Thranduil- Threatens anyone who questions his 'allergy' to spice as weakness, literally getting in their face and whispering a threat that shakes them to their core. If cornered would claim geographic tongue. Solid 3, vinegar is practically too much for the guy, all he can handle is the faint 'burn' of alcohol.

lmao we love our white bois & girls 💀😂

#lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #lotr imagines #the hobbit imagines #lotr headcanons #the hobbit headcanons #legolas #elrond #arwen #haldir #lindir #thranduil #ask #unspeakableoftheoscarwildesorr #requested #sorta lmao #humor

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melanieph321 · 3 months

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Dominik Szoboszlai x Black Reader - First Sight Part 5/8

The threesome

⚠️Warning ⚠️ 😳

18++

*Minors DNI, it's nasty AF

This story is about the night reader met her boyfriend Dominik and the series of crazy events that led up to the beginning of their love story.

Enjoy!

It was awkward.

Dominik was on the couch whilst you were on the floor. Cassie had gone to put on some records and you were going through which ones to play next, however you weren't sure what flavor of music Dominik preferred. You were pretty sure it wasn't Melanie Martinez.

"Anyone want something to drink?" Cassie asked, popping her head through the living room door.

"No thanks, I'm actually...."

"Sure."

You were already tipsy from the party. Dominik should have consumed as much alcohol as you had, however....

Cassie returned from the kitchen, handing him a beer. She joined him on the couch, the two sitting awfully close. "You guys would make a cute couple." She said.

"Oh. We're not...together." You mumbled, your eyes avoiding Dominik's.

"No?" Cassie frowned. "Then I guess you don't mind if I do this?"

Your body stiffened seeing Cassie scoot closer to Dominik. Her hand brought his face forwards, but instead of kissing him her lips attached to his arching neck.

Your eyes widened and Dominik letting out a disoriented moan did not mend the sharp pain that pierced your gut.

His gaze was drowsy, distance somehow, but he gave her his consent by reaching out to stroke her thigh. Cassie giggled as he struggled to reach for her ass. She made it easier for him by shifting stance, throwing a leg over him so that she was now seated in Dominik's lap.

"Y/N, come." She called your name, but you weren't sure weather you were on planet earth anymore. "Come on, help me." She smiled deviously.

You stood from the floor, your knees too weak to be walking with an even stance. Nevertheless, Cassie reached out a hand, guiding you to join her and Dominik on the couch. You sat down next to him but did not dare to meet his eyes, they were too busy staring at Cassie's cleavage anyways. She had him lost in her trance and when she bent down to kiss his neck again, he moaned, louder this time.

"Y/N?" Cassie lifted her head, frowning at you. "Don't be shy now."

Your heart fluttered. Looking down, Dominik had grabbed your hand, guiding it towards his lap, towards his....

"This has to come off." Cassie said, pausing all movment as she helped Dominik get rid of his t-shirt. It was the second time of the night that he had his many tattoos on display. Cassie ran a hand down his chest, followed by her tounge licking across the skin, sucking his nipples. Dominik's head fell back with the sensation it gave him, a sly grin twitching the corner of his lips. You looked on, not really sure what to do. Then you felt the tug of your hand again, Dominik, guiding it to rest in his lap. You cupped his groin, feeling the size of him.

"Take them off Y/N." Cassie was already seen unclasping Dominik's belt. "Help me take them off." She got off his lap, giving you room to pull down his pants. You slid onto the floor, on your knees, with Dominik's thighs trapping you on each side. He looked down on you with his lips between his teeth. He winced once your hands went to the hemn of his jeans, slowly peeling them down.

"Y/N....what you do to me."

He was left seated in his underwear, Dominik's erection staring you blankly in the face. You were still on your knees, seated before him looking up. You wiggle your hips, undoubtedly feeling how your pussy was starting to throb beaneath you.

"Like I said...."

Cassie's was heard from somwhere behind you, however, you did not look back, your eyes remaining glued to Dominik's.

"You guys would make a cute couple."

The record changed, playing another Melanie Martinez song, a slow one. Perhaps it's what got a hold of you, giving you the courage to touch him again, to stroke the wet tip of Dominik's stiffness.

"Fuck." He groaned.

You were still teasing him by not pulling down his underwear. Once you did, you did not hesitate to bend forwards, capturing all of him in your mouth. He gasped, placing a hand to your head, guiding it downwards. You swallowed him whole, moving up and down to the sound of the suction of your wet mouth.

"Fuck Y/N, you're incredible."

He was praising you, moaning your name whilst all you could think of was how much you enjoyed this, enjoyed him.

Cassie withdrew to her bedroom. "Don't be afraid to join me once you're done."

You did not know what she meant by that until after you were wiping Dominik's cum off your mouth with the back of your hand, as he was coming down from his loud orgasm.

"Come "You said, getting up from the floor. You took his hand and guiding him towards Cassie's bedroom. It was small, and dimly lit. However she had a king sized bed, which she lay in naked and touching herself. "Took you long enough." She chuckled, rasing her hand from between her legs, pointing it towards Dominik. "Come, lay on the bed." He did so, anxioulsy looking back at you.

"Don't worry, Y/N will join us."

Whilst Dominik took his place on the bed, Cassie got up to join you. The two of you stood side by side, watching Dominik lay on his back, his erection pointing towards the ceiling.

"I think he wants a show. " Cassie smiled. "Should we give him a show, Y/N?"

You nodded. "Yes."

Cassie pulled you towards her, her hands cupping your ass. You were the only one still wearing clothes. Cassie looked determined to fix that.

Her face came inches apart from yours, the heat from her tounge caressing your lips. She licked and nipped her way down your body, stopping as she crouched down, now having a good look up your skirt. Her hands disappeared behind the fabric, returning with your underwear, peeling them down your legs, having you step out of your thong. She then folded your skirt, exposing your flesh to Dominik who was watching you with anticipation, with his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself.

"I've missed you."

You looked down to see Cassie smiling.

"I've missed the way you taste."

You drew a sharp breath as her mouth crashed into your center. Cassie fed off of you to a point where you lost your footing.

"Cassie, I'm gonna..." She was so experienced, dangerously good with her tounge and mouth. She had you gripping her hair and screaming out the loudest "Fuck!" You've ever moaned. Once you were done she had you strip out of the rest of your clothes, pushing you towards the bed, towards Dominik, who was more than happy to catch you as you stumbled into his arms.

"There. My job here is done." Cassie said, licking the tip of her fingers, the fingers that had been inside of you, making you squirt. She left the room, shutting the door on her way out.

Dominik was breathing heavily, his body shifting to lay on top of you with urgency. You could feel him growing stiff against your thigh, and by pinning your arms above you head he was set to fuck you until you crumbled into a pool of liquid, pliant and consumed by him.

"Have I told you how fucking sexy you are?" He spoke between licking the pebbles that were your erect nipples.

"Yes. But tell me again." You moaned.

"Your so fucking sexy Y/N. You're everything I've ever wanted."

It was just the two of you now, your naked bodies rubbing against one another. Running water could be heard in the distance, Cassie, enjoying a shower. You and Dominik were in a world of your own, a separate universe. He came into you slowly, with his head moving to rest in the crease of your neck, his first thrust violent, reaching deep.

"Aaah." You winced. The pleasure, unbearable and amazing at the same time.

"Shit. I'm sorry baby. Should I stop?"

"No. Keep going." You begged. You would endure it for him. He was big, to the point of breaking, however as warm lips traced down your neck and Dominik's praising words were spoken against your skin, you let yourself go, becoming the pliant pool of liquid that his love desired.

#fanfiction #football imagine #football angst #footballer x reader #dominik szoboszlai x black reader #dominik szoboszlai x reader #dominik szoboszlai imagine #dominik szoboszlai #liverpool fc

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heichou-ackerman · 11 months

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Even more levi modern!au fluff

levi x gn!reader

this one is a doozy, more levi centric, more levi being awkward af in a relationship

TW: some suggestive themes, lots of handsy action from our mans

It wasn’t that Levi hadn’t had a desire to be able to get close to you physically in all aspect, it was that this was a task in which he had to built up to slowly and gradually. From things outside the bedroom, that standard of being able to touch you comfortably was both the worst of what he knew was expected in a relationship, but also such an unknown and exciting thing he hardly was overwhelmingly trying to experience in the best way.

He did not like being touched. This was a big thing for him, especially when it came to people invading his personal circle. He simply mentally and physically cringed at the though of feeling the skin of others, a weird sensation coming about him. Whether it was a pat on the back, someone holding his arm, or even someone mistakenly bumping into him, it was guaranteed to make him scowl and become visibly disgusted by the notion.

Now, this wasn’t to say he understood that there were certain situations where it couldn’t really be helped, or even within his own bounds, he just couldn’t avoid having skin to skin contact with others. He was mature enough to overcome his bias when it came to having to comfort someone, but if there had been an option about it, he would gladly keep his distance.

It was challenging getting used to the feeling of your skin on his.

He wanted to. He did genuinely want to get close to you, to be able to be as ‘normal’ as he could about this relationship. He knew he was abnormal about a lot of things, this included, and he felt it was only fair to you to put some effort into it.

He knew you could tell how tensed up he would get during those first couple of months. You would eagerly search for his hand to grab a hold of and he would almost swat it away until he jumped through hoops in his mind to tell himself that this was you trying to get close to him. The slight flinching when you would brush his hair with your fingers was another one where he would have to tell himself that you meant no harm to him. Kissing was a double edged sword at time. While it would be something which entirely relaxed his whole being, it would heavily depend on how his own mood would be for the day. Admittedly, he had avoided your kissing advances, and it pained him to see the disappointment on your face.

He felt lucky that you were patient about it. He knew how much you craved his touch, he could practically read it in your eyes. This was more apparent out on public, where he could noticed how your gaze remained fixed on couples holding hands, clinging onto each other’s arms. A part of himself told him that you knew what you were in for when you chose to form this relationship with him, but that didn’t deny him the sentiment of feeling like a complete asshole to you. He would soon fall into his long indulgent, self deprecation of not being good enough for you, or not being able to meet these expectations of intimacy and romance. You obviously could oversee that in him, but it didn’t change the fact that it was still something you had yearned for.

You once told him that you had a hard time putting your feelings into words, and that being able to demonstrate them through physical intimacy was something you were more attuned to. You actually apologized to him about being ‘too demanding’ with his own love language. He initially took it as a safe guard and self assurance that he didn’t need to try this hard, but after he had seen the absolute dejected look on your face when he denied holding your hand, he knew something had to give.

So he tried, in whichever he really could. Letting his hand rest on your lap for a bit, and allowing you to interlace your pinky around his was a good start. Gritting his teeth and letting you hold his hand completely, or even allowing you to hold onto his arm out in public was another. His instincts were so heavily wired to avoid and avoid and avoid that it was almost a system malfunction on his end.

It wasn’t all terrible however. He soon began to notice there was more to it than just simply touching. The soft, warmness of your own touch was nice to have after a long, stressful day. The way you would try to soothe him by scratching his freshly shaved undercut was a little weird at first, but he grew to find it relaxing. Even the soft kissed you would lay on the back of his neck admittedly caused him to have goosebumps. He would let out a deep sigh, allowing his eyes to fall close, and kind of lose himself in the sensation for a bit.

“Is this okay?” You would always ask, checking in on your limits. “Yeah.” “Do you like it?” “Hmm, yeah.”

He would continue to allow this to some extent, each time for a little longer, and each time he would allow you to be more forthcoming about your need to show him physical admiration. You were particularly fond of cupping his face with your hands, which at first was an absolute no for him. A really haughty part of him first thought of where your hands could have possibly been before you chose to touch his face, but again had to tell himself that the important feature to focus on was the fact that you wanted to simply pull him in to pepper him with genuine adoration.

In contrast, while he worked on increasing his level of comfort with you doing these things with him, it was still challenging for him to bring himself to willingly touch you in the same way. Levi really, wanted to be able to feel confident enough to do the absolute same with you, but his own sternness and lingering doubt of how he could possibly ruin it seemed to drag him back to that ambivalence. There were a few times when he would try to reach out to tuck your hair behind your ears, or grab a hold of your arm and hand tenderly, but he would always seem to pull back, thinking it’s not the right time or how you might possibly react. It was a really stupid belief to have because he knew you would be more than okay with it.

Beyond this however, he soon discovered something much more tantalizing about you, and about himself which would possibly help him break this weird wall he had built up about being close with you. He was attracted to you, for certain, for a lot of features from your personality, values and physical appearance. He honestly considered the latter as a plus since he didn’t really focus much on some of these features.

That was, of course, until you presented yourself to him, in the most basic of lounge clothing. Oversized shirt, covering your bottoms almost slightly above your knee, not much to think about.

But then, one overarching stretch as you yawned and whined about something, stretching your arms over your head and causing your shirt to wrinkle upwards and reveal the sinfully tight, booty shorts accentuating your bottom and it was all downhill from there.

Levi, not typically someone to stare and ogle, remained still, eyes scanning your behind as if it was literally calling out to him. You were completely unaware, and a quick pep in your step made it bounce in such a way that Levi couldn’t help but remain hyper focused on those physics. And he ached for something within his core, something relating to the absolute satisfaction of what he imagined was the sensation of sinking his and and fingers onto your ass cheek.

Was this really what would push over the edge? Of just letting get over this stupid irrational fear? Your ass, of all things?

He remained sitting quietly in the couch, a good poker face hiding the fact that his mind scanned through various thoughts and scenarios where he could do such things with you. He literally could right now, if he wanted to. So what was stopping him?

You plopped next to him on the couch, fully oblivious to the inner battle happening within him, mindlessly flipping through tv channels.

“What do you wanna watch?” You ask him without much thought.

He is quiet before he answers you. “Doesn’t matter to me. Put on whatever you want.”

“If I do, you can’t complain about it.”

“The don’t pick anything shitty.”

“Everything is shitty to you so deal with it.”

He grunts as you chose some random show he can’t be bothered to really pay attention to. You really did have some awful taste in shows, so he would often look through his phone mindlessly knowing you wouldn’t care much either.

You began to fidget for a bit, bringing your legs up on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position for yourself, making it obvious you also didn’t want to push the out too much to bother him. There it was again, that consideration to respect his personal space when he knew you just wanted to really lay your legs on his lap. You’ve done it before, for a bit, before he began to tense up as your cue to retreat, the same dejected look on your face appearing.

“Lay your legs on my lap.” Levi said lowly, his eyes glued on the floor.

“Huh?” You responded rather crassly. “What?”

He sighed. “I can feel you fidgeting with your legs, just lay them on here.”

You raised a noted eyebrow, a confused look appearing on your face. “What are you getting at?”

“What? Just fucking bring your legs on here, its fine. Just get comfortable.”

“Okay, okay.” You say as you kick out your legs, stretching them on his lap as you position yourself more comfortably.

“You good?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

You nodded, not thinking much about it and returning to watch your show. In the mean time, Levi’s gaze soon fell onto your legs. You hadn’t shaved, but it wasn’t out of control. He could still see how smooth your skin was, possibly warm to the touch. The pressure from your leg and thighs on his lap was foreign initially, slowly changing to a sort of satisfying feeling. It was such a small, mindless thing maybe, but it was very intimate for him. And, especially, in knowing that your legs lead up to your thighs, which lead up to your firm ass. A quick image of your behind bouncing in those more than short booty shorts plagues him again, and its almost as if his fingers twitch in anticipation of how amazing it would feel to simply grab a hold of it.

It was as if his body moved on his own, he honestly didn’t find himself thinking once about it, but his hand soon found the calling of your thigh as he grabbed a hold of it, his thumb rubbing the inner part of it, really finding it all so soft and warm.

You didn’t react too much but he could tell you side eyed him, not in a bad way, but curious as what he would do.

Levi’s breathing became deep and rhythmic as he grew comfortably with his hand exploring your thigh for a bit, hoping you’d be okay with all of it and thinking of how easily it might be for him to flip you over, just so he could get a good look and feel of your ass right across his lap. He really was beginning to lose himself in a bit with these indulgences.

“These shorts you are wearing don’t leave much to the imagination.” He said, bluntly honest.

You chuckled lightly, turning to look up at him. “Are you complaining?”

“No.”

“So, why say that then?”

“Just saying as a matter of fact.”

“Right.”

He didn’t respond after, getting stuck in what to say, or more so, how to say and be honest about what he wanted to do. You we’re already suspicious of him, but there was no way he could give into the situation like that. It wasn’t even him being sexual about it, it was just the itching curiosity of how it might feel and what boundaries he was able to cross with you.

He tugged on your thigh, towards him, like some child asking for attention, and his mouth twisted a bit as he took every inclination of courage to begin speaking.

“Hey.” He said lowly.

“Hmm?” You hummed.

“Get on me.”

“Woah, what?”

He hissed at you. “Come sit on my lap…”

Your perked up, and he could see a glint in your eye, as if you had been presented with something you weren’t exactly expecting.

“O…kay.” You say softly. In a swift movement, you listen to his needs and raise one leg over him onto his side, the other remaining firmly on the opposite side, as you straddle him successfully.

Levi looks up at you, a warmness coming up as you press your body onto his. You let your arms rest over his shoulders, your gaze firmly onto his narrowed eyes, and to you, it almost looks like he is trying to figure out what next step to take.

“Feeling frisky?” You ask in a teasing tone.

“Maybe.” He responds simply.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just-“ his voice falters for a bit as his mouth slightly remains open. “Let me feel your ass up, yeah?”

He could tell how embarrassed you became by the look on your face, he almost felt proud about it.

“Are you serious?” You ask him with a shakiness in your voice.

“Do you…not want me to?” There was genuineness in this question from him, as his hands held your waist softly but firmly. He really wanted to know how okay you were with this. Were you really okay with allowing him to cross this boundary with you, feeling completely comfortable with his hands on you?

“No, it’s just not something I was expecting from you.” You responded to him. “But yeah, I mean, go for it. If you really want to.”

He looked up at you with yearning eyes as you gave him the okay go to let his hands start roaming all over you. His hands soon traveled from your waist downwards, fingers trickling onto your lower back, soon enough for him to be able to grab a generous and plentiful amount of your ass onto the palm of his hands. He very subtly gulped, a trigger going off in his mind about how absolutely amazing this felt. It was so firm yet so plump, and it only encouraged him to grab it more, almost selfishly, his fingers sinking deep into it.

His gaze remained on your face, seeing you close your eyes, a soft breath escaping your lips as you allowed Levi to become a bit possessive of your bottom. He assumed, at least, that you were enjoying this too.

“You feel good..” He said with hefty breaths.

You chuckled, eyes still closed. “Your hands feel very good too.”

“Your ass looks amazing in these shorts. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Guess I gotta use them a bit more often then.”

He smirked a bit at your response, feeling relief that you haven’t tried to pry away from him or seem uncomfortable about his groping.

“You can always touch me whenever you wan’t, you know.” You say almost casually.

“I know.”

“You’re pretty shy underneath it all huh?”

His eyes veered off to the side for a bit in guilt, as his grip on you loosened for a second. “It’s not something that comes naturally to me. Sorry, I know I can be an asshole about this.”

You hum slightly, moving in close to him to give him a tender kiss on his forehead. “Don’t be. You don’t have to explain yourself. Just do…what you feel is best.”

He smiled as you did this, finding comfort once again in your ability to be patient and understanding of how he works and what his limitations might be. He pushed you more into him as his hands continued to squish and grip onto your cheeks meticulously, a groan escaping his lips.

“You know I do want to feel you all up too, right?” He asked as his eyes scanned you from all over. “And I want you to also feel me up.”

“Levi.” You say with a nervous laugh. “Y-you shouldn’t say that unless you really want me to be handsy on you now.”

He nodded, palming your ass even more. “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”

Your face is slightly flushed, a bit overwhelmed with the nature of his question. “Yeah…yes I do.”

He grunted slightly, inching in closer to you, close enough so you can hear him whisper. “My touch doesn’t bother you, right? It makes you happy? It makes you want more?”

“Why…why are you asking this?”

He pauses for a moment, kissing your cheek very softly. “You’re the only person I want to do this with…”

Or more, you were the only one he would be willing to overcome his lifelong aversion of physicality with others, and in sharing these intimate moments of vulnerability with him. Levi was particularly picky about who he would allow into his intimate life, into his personal thoughts and even who would be able to pick at his personal turn ons. There was much consideration at what level of comfort he would allow with others, and at the moment, this little interaction you shared with him, was an indicator of how deep his feelings truly ran for you.

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a-random-weeb · 17 days

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Hiii love ur account! Idk if I can request cause it says it’s closed, so sorry if I’m wrong!

Can I please request a yandere who looks very dominant; tall and buff with muscles. Literally everyone is scared of him because of how frightening he looks. Everyone other than Reader: Yandere is actually scared of reader and is very submissive around them. He actively seeks Reader’s approval and will do anything for her. Kind of like a guard dog? He’s really just a big puppy who craves Readers affection. Thank youuuu

Awww I love this idea!! Let's name him... Austyn, idk it just fits lol. I couldn't think of what age to make him, so I said screw it and put yall in high-school because that's the easiest

Also I know you requested this months ago, and everyone else requested their things months ago, guys I've been so tired recently, I'm so sorry I haven't been able to write what you've been wanting me to. I'm so sorry if you're still waiting on your request, and I'm hoping I'll get more chances to write soon. Thank you for your patience :)

Warnings: Yandere (obv), clingy and obsessive behavior, a little more than just mentions of murder, slight mentions of rape (not to reader or anything i just noticed it was brought up so I figured I'd put it in just incase), reader gets forcefully drugged, kidnapping

This fic is not meant to romanticize unhealthy and toxic relationships, it's hot af in fanfictions but is never ok irl

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A huge man towers over you, his shadow engulfing your entire figure, his huge muscles and rough exterior making him appear as if he could kill. He stares down at your petite and fragile body in an intimidating manner as you jolt up in a sitting position. Clutching the desk beneath your upper body, you recognize him almost immediately.

"Where am I?! What do you want?!" You scream dramatically, almost tipping backwards in your chair.

"You fell asleep in class." His eyes narrow. "I had to poke you a bunch so you would wake up. The bell just rang, its lunch time." Your whole face burns a cherry color.

"Um- thanks..." Your eyes wander anywhere but his face. The corners of his mouth ever so slighty elevate as he leans on your desk.

"Would you like to eat lunch together?" He tilts his head slightly in an almost cute way. Your brows furrow in confusion, but nod regardless out of pure fear. He could probably kill you in one hit. No, simply him blowing on you would be enough to knock you 8 miles. You pack your school supplies and walk to your locker, Austyn almost breathing down your back as he watches you grab your stuff.

Entering the cafeteria, you both take a seat in one of the only spots left in the overcrowded area, its a bit shocking when kids start scooting away from you both, even the kids across from you want nothing to do with your new 'friend'. Or thats at least what you hope he wants with you...

Your prayers were answered, but in the worst way possible. It's almost physically painful watching Austyn attempt to make conversation with you. Stuttering over every second word, obviously embarrassed and anxious, fumbling with his hands. It was... cute. You'd never thought he would be like this while talking to him, you've seen him be rude and cold to everyone, maybe he's just shy and comes off as rude? Guess you'll find out. You, having not as many friends as you'd like to have, appreciate the attention from him regardless. But he desperately needed help with this whole social thing, so you give him a hand.

"If you're not busy, maybe you could help me with homework after we finish eating?" You smile, hoping he's not busy before you die of embarrassment. Thankfully, he nods, and the two of you finish your meal in silence.

You were hoping he'd be a little more outgoing and not as awkward in the library, but boy were you wrong. More stuttering, more avoidance of eye contact, more hand fidgeting. He wasnt even helping, just sitting there and watching you, almost too intently. You almost scream of joy when your best and only friend, Abby, joins you.

"Hi!" She beams excitedly, taking a seat next to you, "need help?"

"You're my savior!" You giggle, hugging her. Austyns aura immediately chances from a shy puppy to one that could kill. He glares daggers into Abby as she speaks a bit too friendly to you, gets a little too close to you, helps you instead of him. He knows he needs to up his game, but your stupid friend might ruin his chances.

Abby was your friend since elementary school, you've never been great at giving anyone a smile, but she always brings out your biggest one. She's helped you through so much, you owe her your life!

The rest of lunch Austyn stays silent and in the background, you assume he's shy... God, you hope that he was not hurt. You continued the rest of your classes like normal, overjoyed when the day comes to an end.

You and Abby walk home together, teasing and laughing with eachother. Austyn trails behind you both, not talking too much. Neither of you know where Austyn lives, and forget to ask. They drop you off at your house, and Abby lives just across the street so you guess Austyn walks her home. The long between your houses and the school is 30 minutes. You could take the bus, and you do in the mornings, but the walk is too beautiful to miss, so fun laughing with your best friend through the sunset in the city, too fun running through the long field of grass, racing down the streets, seeing who can reach your house the fastest, rubbing it in your face as you both either collapse on your porch or Abby goes home. Sometimes, you dance outside together, sharing secrets, giggling over whatever crush the other one has... Abbys friends with almost everyone, but the two of you are inseparable. Tonight though, you only talked with Abby, not wanting to make Austyn feel left out, and not wanting to seem awkward infront of your new friend. You run inside, jumping into your bed, thinking Austyn is just a little cute. Maybe a tiny crush? You don't think on it too much, as you pass out.

The next day, Austyn starts hanging out with you and Abby, which neither of you mind. He's a bit less shy and a bit more friendly. He's in your homeroom, science, and math class, so you sat next to him in all of those. You guys talked and exchanged answers from time to time, overall getting along very well. You guys hang out at lunch, and sure, you give a slight bit more attention to Abby, but thats it, and overall, the three of you get along like three peas in a pod. The next four days go similarly, your crush for him grows.

One lunch time the three of you meet up, eat, and head to the library. You weren't sure what was wrong, but Austyn didn't seem to be a huge fan of Abby, only hanging out and attempting to make conversation with you, almost cutting Abby out. You, of course, refuse to let that happen, and keep adding your friend the the conversation. You and Abby exchange a confused look, Austyn normally loves you and Abby.

After school the same day, you run over to Abbys locker, waiting for her to grab her stuff. You wait for 5 minutes... 10 minutes... 20 minutes... she doesn't show up. Thinking it's a bit strange, you still wait, assuming she was held back in class or something, as the teachers often like to praise her work or offer her opportunities for an upcoming math competition or something. She appears, after awhile, running towards you. The two of you begin to walk home together. When you ask her what she was doing, she awkwardly dodges the question. You leave her alone about it.

The next day when you arrive at school, Abby still didn't show up. How strange, you think to yourself. Abby hasn't missed a single day this year, not even when she was sick, you have no clue how she does it. Straight As, no days missed, friends with everyone she talks to, yet she's not here. You couldn't help but feel a pit in your stomach, not wanting to assume the worst. You would've thought she'd at least text you right? The more you thought about it the worse it got. What if she was raped by a creepy teacher?? What if she was kidnapped?! Maybe she got a deadly sickness and has three days to live! There's so many possibilities you weren't sure, what if-

"Hey!" Your new 'friend' from yesterday appears before you, looking like he's accomplished something great.

"Hi...?" You look up at him, calming yourself immediately. You knew you shouldn't overthink this, she probably just missed her bus or something. Austyn obviously picks up on your torn face as he asks,

"Hey, are you ok? You look offput..." he does his signature, puppy-like head tilt. you quickly nod your head, laughing to yourself silently of the stupidity of your overdramatic thoughts. You weren't normally so anxious, this over worried about your friend not being at school immediately, but for some reason, your gut was screaming at you that something bad happened. And then... The overwhelming feeling to run hits you. Looking at Austyns smile fills you with a strange sense of dread. White noise echos in your ears.

"Woah, woah, calm down!" He panics, "Hey what happened? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Hes acting way too friendly today... you shake your head.

"I-I don't know what's wrong with me today? I guess it's just a weird day....?" Austyn rushes to wipe some tears you didn't notice were were falling from your eyes.

"Hey, you don't have to talk about it...." he sighs "I don't know what happened, but stop worrying."

Abby was murdered.

You don't know how you know, last night was such a haze... what happened...? Pictures of her dead body flash in your mind, the killer standing there with a knife and sadistic smile. You swear it was a dream... you remember beginning your walk home, but can't remember anything passed the midway point, not even what you did last night, did you even eat dinner? You didn't wear pajamas last night, you assumed you were just tired when you woke up. But did you really see Abbys murder or is this just the most dramatic you've ever been on a Wensday morning?

You continued your day like normal, the sinking feeling never leaving you. Austyn was acting strange, outgoing and sweet to you. And yet his face was making you want to throw up for some reason... to go as far as to flee the country. Well, maybe not that far, but you certainly didn't want him near you for some reason.

The end of the days comes, and your dumbass told Austyn he could walk you home. It was probably fine, you'd go to sleep tonight and tomorrow everything would be normal, Abby would be at school and Austyn wouldn't be as creepy to you. You're sure of it.

You wait for him near the entrance of the school, and of course, when he comes out, he's almost stumbling over his own feet to run towards you.

"Hey!" He gives a huge innocent smile as he begins walking with you, clutching the arms of his backpack in a shy manner. You smile up at him, not sure if it's a real smile or not. No words are exchanged as you both watch little cracks of the sunset through all the large buildings of the city. It wasn't cold, but it definitely wasn't hot, the perfect night for a first kiss. Stars beginning to appear as you make your way out of downtown, you've only been walking for 15 minutes... almost the midway point... you have a much better view of the now gone sun, there's still a bit of red. There's no one around, it's a gorgeous night, you're walking home with a guy... everything should be perfect, it should be romantic. You recognize this, Deja vu, but different.... memories from what you think to be the dream, or a cruel reality you weren't sure yet start to appear. Abbys lifeless body in the long grass, the moonlight to the killers back, you know who it was, but you can't remember.... all these events took place just upahead and-

It wasn't a dream.

Blood stains lay in the grass and you point to Austyn, not in control of your body or the words that spill from your mouth, or the tears that spill from your mouth, or the puke that's about to spill from your mouth.

"You did this... didn't you...?"

Austyns eyes darken, "and you remember. I knew the sedatives wouldn't work as well as I wanted them to..." he sighs "I did this for you, don't you see?! I killed her for you. I've loved you for so long and you've never even looked at me. So I stalked you, learned about you, you're so cute yknow! You never laughed the same way around me as you did with Abby, ramble to me as you did with her.... So now our problem is gone, and we can be the cutest couple!" He spits delusionally. You back away from him, the moon to his back, the same spot as last night. He grabs your wrist harshly, overpowering you easily.

"You can't run darling, now let's go to my house!" He beams, "I'll even bring you home the head of someone you don't like!" You thrash around, screaming for help, but Austyn just giggles and hugs you to him, holding one hand around your arms and torso and the other over your mouth. "Shhhhh, it'll be ok!" He puts a chloroform filled cloth to your mouth, and everything goes dark.

Maybe I'll write a part 2, maybe I'll do headcannons, maybe I'll leave you guys to imagine the rest, we'll see :3

#Yandere #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #soft yandere #tw yandere #Yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #I'm sorry I left for so long TvT #Did yall miss me? :'3 #yandere oc #Dark yandere #Yandere puppy

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dreamlandcreations · 1 year

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The Evil Queen

king!Darkling x queen!Reader

Summary: He made you a villain... or at least he thought so...

Warnings: attempted murder, angsty AF, unprotected sex, sappy happy ending

A follow-up to this

tagging some poor souls I traumatized with the first part 😇 @idaoftheburningmind @elsunwantedopinion @kayhi808 @avaleineandafryingpan @marvelmusing @doriangray-lover

As the blade you were pressing to his naked chest penetrated his skin, it felt like you were piercing your own heart. The pain was unbearable but you were not crying because of the physical pain, no. Your emotions, those that slowly left you over the past few months have returned with vengeance. Hurting him hurt you more than anything.

You didn't move, the tip of the blade was still held to him, aiming at his heart but it only scratched him so far. The tiniest drop of blood was the only evidence that you have tried and failed to do the unspeakable.

Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you emerged from the pit of darkness you have fallen into. You were so distracted by the storm of emotions that you didn't even notice Aleksander took your weapon and sat up until he was holding your face in his palms, thumbs brushing away the tears. He called your name, so gently like he was afraid you would break or disappear if he raised his voice.

"Milaya, tell me what you need!" he begs, though he knows you probably have no idea what's going on.

It takes a moment for you to understand what he's asking and another few minutes of broken sobs later you finally can focus on what you feel. The source of the pain is the very thing that stopped you from hurting him. Your heart.

What was once filled with love was replaced with emptiness and misery, like an open wound and the hurt from it spreads to your entire being now. Something was missing from there. Something you needed more than your next breath.

"Tell me what can I do?" Aleksander asks for the third time, his own tears making his vision blurry and his voice breaking up as he tries to stay strong for you.

"I need you." The sudden desire for him burning you from within until you couldn't hold back anymore and let it loose, tearing at his clothes and your own to get closer to him.

"Are you sure?" Your beloved villain asks between kisses as he rolls over you, looking down at you with a worried expression.

"Aleksander, please!"

He sushes your cries with gentle whispers of "I've got you, I've got you."

"Ah!" you cry out as he impales you on his length without preparation, just as you had been urging him. The pain of it helps you focus on something else.

He tries to wait but you whine and squirm under him, begging for him to move, to claim you again, to make you his once more. "Please!"

"I love you." He says apologetically before complying with your wishes.

"I love you." You answer without hesitation, relishing in the truth of it as the feeling slowly starts to burn in your heart again. "More than anything."

His pace is unforgiving, taking you in frantic snaps of his hips against yours, lips claiming your own as the pain becomes pleasure and your shadows turn into blinding rays of light, tangling into his shadows as you become one with your husband again. He clings to you as desperately you you do to him, your high approaching quickly and taking him down the edge with you.

Aleksander hovers over you, barely able to hold himself up as nuzzles into your neck, trying to catch his breath as you are caressing his back.

When he looks up you pull him into a long kiss like you are welcoming him after a long time spent apart. And in a way it's true.

Then you ask a dreaded question. "What did you do to me?"

"Something unforgivable." He turns away, laying on his back and avoiding your gaze as he answers but you move after him, tangling your legs with his as you rest your hand on the spot where his heart beats frantically.

"That's not for you to decide."

Your instant forgiveness makes your Darkling cry as he realises his mistake.

"You already knew everything."

"Yes." You answer shortly but your sad ghost of a smile says more than your words.

"How? Why didn't you tell me?" He's pressing on as he sits up against the headboard, pulling you along with him until you are straddling him.

"I was waiting for you to tell me."

"How did you find out?" He insisted.

"I already had my suspicions..." you say, pausing, afraid to reveal more of his mother's betrayal but seeing no way to hide the truth forever. "She wanted to scare me away from you."

The change was subtle in his expression but you felt his body go rigid with anger and his power trying to surge to the surface with the intense wave of emotion. So you did as you always had and swayed him with your words and affection.

Capturing his chin in your hand, you guide his gaze back to yours and whisper to him between soft kisses.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

"How can you say that?" His voice sounded broken from guilt, the anger quickly turning towards himself.

"I do not care about how we got here. I am yours as you are mine. Forever, if you wish."

Your king returns your genuine smile, pulling you close once again he prepares to make love to you again and again as he whispers his confession against your lips. "That's all I wish for."

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GOOD MORNING! FEAT: CHILDE, AYATO, AND DILUC

CHILDE

he sleeps in whale pajamas he's had snice he was 8 years old.

they don't fit him anymore, so he just wears the top to sleep

snores loud af

(please stfu)

plays some stupid ass noise to help him sleep

he can't wake up fast enough to make it to morning meetings

so you usually make breakfast most days

when (if) he does wake up, he'll just stand there. watching you. with his beady little blue eyes "childe, please let go..." you needed to get to a very important meeting in the morning, and your boyfriend just wouldn't let go. and you were running short on time "childe i need to go to a meeting." since you weren't even close to his strength, he had you traped until he wanted you to leave the covers. "just...just 5 more minutes darling." he was drooling on your arm, his leg lazily tossed over yours, forever trapping you. "no, childe. let me go." you started playfully thrashing around to get an attempt to scurry out of bed and run away before he could drag you back in. and the most chide did was let out a groan. and it didn't help that you were getting pretty close to falling back asleep, probably as childe planned. "just.. just 5 more minutes ok y/n? then we can go and-" you took him relaxing to toss yourself out of bed, on the floor, with a thud. "PFFT-" childe stifled laughter, well looks who was finally awake. "FUCK-" you rolled onto your back, groaning in pain "can you wake up now childe?" you slowly made your way back on your feet. "no, well-" his grabby little hands reached out to grab you "no, i can't wake up." and now back to square one, stuck in his arms. "childe-" "shhh shhhh~ shhhh~~~~ go to bed" he was cradling you like a baby, stroking your hair and whispering in your ear. (creepy much?) "ok...just 5 more minutes ok childe?" yeaaa... 5 minutes my ass. it was an hour until childe's alarm finally got him up. and while it was good that you were his secretary because you knew you couldn't get fired. but that meeting had a lot of information that was vital for the fatui's success. well! "y.n~~" he placed soft kisses on your face "good morning~!" "childe... what time is it." you knew you'd overslept, you felt like it was a weekend. "childe." "it's 8.00 AM..." "AJAX!" you flew out of bed, listening to childe's laughs and giggles "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, YOU FIX YOUR OWN BREAKFAST." going to your closet throwing basically everything out, and put on the collared shirt and pants, then grabbing the tie from the rack. throwing off your pajamas right into cihlde's face so you could avoid being even later with his remarks. then throwing on your dress shirt and jumping into your pants. "need help with your tie?" he was now sitting up in bed, signaling you to come over. "pull me into bed one more time ajax, and i will burn all of your files." "wouldn't dare." he hummed tieing your tie while having a happy grin on his face. then he pulled you by the newly tied tie and placed a kiss on your cheek. "i love you y.n." "yea yea!" you pulled away from him and rushed to the bathroom to fix your hair. hearing childes whines in the background. luckily he was all ready to go to work by the time you got out of the bathroom, looking composed, ready, and professional. but childe...well "you're going to work with bed head?" you motioned to his head. flaming ginger locks flying everywhere "i understand why scaramouche makes fun of you. i would too." "yea but you still love me sooo~" slipping on your shoes, you opened the door for childe to leave... with his hair everywhere. lovely. at least you made it to work at all. waking up in the same bed as childe was war to get up.

AYATO

he wakes up first

it's creepy

and then he'll force you to get up with him, causing some minor fights in the mornings

he'd kill you if you made him miss a meeting

god forbid you to muddy his reputation

but you guys always have breakfast together, you might still be mad from him interrupting your slumber, but you'll get over it (hopefully) "y.n, we have a meeting at 9 sharp." ayato tried to wake you up, but you've been refusing for the past 30 minutes, refusing to get up or letting him go for that matter. you had him trapped in your arms, yes he could break through your arms but he needed to make sure you could get up and stay awake, key word, stay. so the best way to ensure that was to make you wake up with him. "ayato can't we just skip this meeting?" you tossed and turned, digging yourself more into the covers, letting go of ayato "here you go and then you can tell me *yawn* all about it?" "no y.n, get up." ayato made his way out of bed and tore off the covers, leaving you to toss and turn and then groan "this meeting is very important, i trust you'll be able to get up now." he tossed the heap of covers to the corner of your shared bedroom "mhmm." you turned one more time, then sat up showing ayato that you were, in fact, awake, hair a mess. then once you heard the door shut, you flopped back down and went back to sleep, slightly colder. there was no way he could be that mad at you. he was your husband after all! no, he was pissed, very, very pissed "Y.N KAMISATO." you heard the door opening, you had just now gotten up and your husband was booming into your guys' room like a race car. your head crooked like a deer in headlights. "..yes?" yea, he was pissed "how many times did i ask you to get up?" but got he was so hot being pissed "a few? but ayato i said you could just tell me what happens-" "yes, but that's not the same as being there y.n. you do realize that, right? and imagine the embarrassment of telling everyone you couldn't make it, to a 9 o'clock meeting since you slept in?" yea no he was hot mad, definitely "i'll do all my paperwork and turn it in! i'll review the finances! i'll do everything to make it better, okay?" "those are things you've agreed to since I married you." ayato deadpanned at you. usually, agreeing to do your work would make him happier, but he wasn't having any of it. "then... ill get up with you can clean with thoma!!" YES! this was the best idea- "no, we've hired thoma and maids for that very job y.n. just come to breakfast ok?" well, you were right. he wasn't that mad at you after all. and with a kiss on your cheek, you were brought out to enjoy breakfast with the hot and sticky inazuma air, something you also hated.

DILUC

very strict about when he wakes up and goes to sleep 100%

and that also applies to you

he's the kind of guy to like open the blinds first thing in the morning

but on weekends he will just sleep in with you in his arms

so when you won't get up in the mornings, issues... arise "Y.N" diluc busted through the door of the shared bedroom "Y.N L.N." you slowly woke up, but diluc was at your side, shaking you awake. "huh- what? what? are you ok?" you thought someone hurt him, or something had happened in mondstat. but no, you had just woken up late for an important meeting with one of the economical groups in mondstat. "Y.N THE- THE COMPANY GOING TO MEET WITH ANGELS SHARE, GET DRESSED!" he threw clothes at you as you rubbed your sleepy eyes. "diluc..that's your company. that's all your issue" you dug yourself deep in the sheets and tried to fall asleep again "y.n if you don't get out of that bed im going to toss all the sheets off and force you to get up and get ready." "do it, i dare you." that was his final straw, he loved you very much. but that love came to a point. and he really did it, he ripped off the sheets and you curled your body up more. "FUCK!" you flew out strings of curses and groaning. "y.n, get up." he was planning something in his head, something very mean and cruel. he grabbed your ankle and unfolded your fetal position, you kicked and whined. you were already awake, but getting ready was just too much. "diluccc can you put my socks on?" you were just spread out on the bed without sheets, holding up a foot and moving it left to right. "y.n..." he went to the closet and grabbed a pair of socks and put them on you as you smiled at your husband. god, he was so cute. "how about you hand me my fancy clothes you tossed off with the sheets?" you stilled lied there, knowing he would do anything for you guys to be on time "fine y.n." he reached down with a groan and threw your clothes on you for a second time that morning "now get changed." you walked out of the bedroom room, throwing your hands up and twirling, showing off the outfit. "see diluc, i can get ready in time for your meetings!" you smiled at his deadpanned face "fine, i'm sorry for making your morning difficult. i didn't mean to and i won't do it again.." he got out from the chair, placing the newspaper down and engulfed you into a large hug. "i love you y.n." "i love you too diluc." he kissed your forehead as your guys headed out, the maids fangirling over your relationship. diluc could be cute sometimes.

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Out of Time

Chapter 6 - "I'll Beg You Nice from my Knees"

AN: I am so sorry this took so long, I have had some medical testing done and had some health episodes so I couldn't dedicate as much time as I wanted to with this chapter. I hope you like it! This dedication has been removed. Also the title is a line from "All I Wanted" by Paramore cause that song went through my mind a lot during this chapter. In another life, reader would be with Erryk.

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Summary: Three weeks. That is how long it took Y/N to get any of the men back in her company after the horrific dinner. She didn't spend the entire time angry, though. She just didn't understand what she did to make them avoid her. All she wanted was to have them.

TW: A lot of reflection on the Driftmark incident, a lot of anger, vaginal fingering, mentions of substance use, mentions of violence, angst, talks of injury, character death of sorts but in the past and not anyone major, profanity, Aemond being dirty af

Relationship: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader, talks of Jacaerys Velaryon x Twin!Reader, talks of Aegon Targaryen ii x Velaryon!Reader, Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen (not explicit but realized it's a thing)

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Mother and Alicent had come to help escort me back to my room after the dinner. Ser Erryk provided the physical support I needed while they were providing me some emotional. It was nice to be with them and not be expected to say anything about the dinner.

Time began to pass in a blur in a way that made me unable to distinguish the days from one another. I was aware of Mother and Alicent both agreeing, given how hurt I still was, that the homecoming feast should wait a few weeks. It was fine with me, as I did not want to even have a feast to begin with. The mornings were spent in the dragon pit with the children.

The five of them loved that I went with them. The keepers helped me to bring Vhaela out so that the two of us could get reacquainted while the kids learned with an adult dragon. It was always nice to spend time with her. Feeding her was one of my favorite things. She was so proud of herself when she blew fire to cook the meat provided she always looked to me for approval.

And in the evenings, I soothed my aches with a warm bath and biscuit. That part was nice too. Something about feeling the water wash over me as the fuzziness took over my brain allowed me to truly relax.

Well, as relaxed as I could be when neither of the men that declared my hand was theirs came to speak with me. At first, I would’ve only accepted them talking to me to apology for making a scene. Aemond and Jacaerys truly could not get past the stupid competition they alone create, and that had caused such a fuss so many times.

Then morning came and I just hoped one of them would at least come to check on me. Hours passed by that day and still neither came to find me. Even after sending my new handmaid, a young girl named Elayna Tyrell, to bring them to me, they did not come. Why were they avoiding me?

Though what made less sense was how Aegon avoided me. Correction. How he avoided me during my conscious hours was what didn’t make sense. I could tell by the way my pillow smelled of him that he would lay beside me as I slept. Knowing him he probably held me.

After it became several days without sight of any of them, I began to deflate. And then it became nearly three weeks. What did I do wrong?

Mother and Alicent were with me as the Maester were doing their daily examination. It was how I started most of my days. Mother and Alicent would bring breakfast to me and they sat with me until the exam was finished.

“Any pain the last few days?” he asked as he ran his fingers along my ribs.

“No. I have not needed to use the biscuits for physical pain, only at night to ease me to sleep,” I said to him. It no longer felt painful or inconvenient to move. My busted lip had healed. Finally I felt like myself.

“Any memories or visions further than what we’ve discussed?” he asked me quietly, so low that Mother and Alicent would not hear.

That was a more complicated matter. Every night I dreamt of being in complete darkness, only for the small red vial to turn up and be the only light source. I would walk towards it. Hours could pass and I would only be just approaching it, when a woman would appear just as it had.

This woman was devastatingly beautiful. Her hair and eyes looked to be made of flames, contrasting greatly against her pale skin. If one could imagine the ideal woman’s body, I believe they would imagine this woman. Full breasts yet an otherwise slender figure, the way any man preferred his whores. She constantly wore robes that matched the red of her hair and eyes. And around her neck laid a golden choker embedded with rubies.

This was not a woman I had memory of ever seeing. Believe me when I say she was so beautiful I know I would remember her. Her haunting my dreams every night was enough to make me certain of that.

None of that was new. What was, however, was her speaking. She would reach out, taking the vial in her hand, only to offer it to me while saying the words, “Gūrogon bisa skori ao jaelagon naejot sagon lenton.” It was Valyrian, and roughly translated to, “Take this when you want to go home.”

Only telling the Maester of this woman felt the best way to go about it. If Mother knew, she would tear the whole Kingdom brick from brick until she found this woman. I could not predict anyone else’s response nor did I really want to think about it.

“Nothing I am certain of,” I responded, which only garnered a nod.

He stepped away from my body and turned to Mother. “She is as healed as she can be. The damage done to her bones may always be there. You can feel an indent in the fifth and sixth ribs, where I suspect the bones ended together.”

“That will not affect her further?” Alicent asked him, speaking for Mother.

My jaw tightened. While I was not entirely sure what was going on between them, I was not a huge fan. Alicent speaking for Mother, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, as though she still had any right. How was it fair or possible that Alicent got to sit at the side of the Iron Throne for so long?

“No, Your Grace,” he said to Alicent before turning to look to me. “Though I would recommend caution. Bones once broken could be easier to break.”

“Luckily I have no plans of being further beaten or tortured,” I muttered, earning a sharp look from Mother. “Sorry.”

I thought it was hilarious. Though I always thought I was funnier than those around me. Jace found me funny.

“And what is your opinion on me flying?” I asked him. I was aware how eager I sounded.

“I see no reason to restrict you further,” he said.

Whatever else was said between Mother, Alicent, and the Maester was lost on me. Slipping behind the partition, I pulled on my riding dress.

It belonged to Mother when she was young, before the way her body changed with pregnancy. It was a simple black with grey fastenings. A slit ran up the middle of the skirt so that while standing it appeared to be a normal skirt, yet it parted when I would be mounted on Vhaela. Black scale accents adorned the shoulders and the lower quarter of the sleeves. The fabric was heavy, helping avoid any chill.

I did not do anything particularly special with my hair. The front section on either side, less than an inch, got pulled back away from my face into a small braid. With that, I was ready.

When I stepped out from behind the partition, the Maester was gone. Thank the gods.

“I do not think you should go flying yet,” Mother told me as she stood from her chair.

“You cannot stop me,” I said firmly.

“Y/N” she said, beginning to explain her reasoning.

“No. No. I have been reasonable and compliant this entire time. You two want to play house and pretend the past did not happen, and I have not spoken a word. You both prepare a grand feast that will happen in two days time and I accept it without argument despite not wanting it. Being poked and prodded by the Maester every morning before I even have finished my breakfast has been irritating to no end but still I stayed silent,” I said, feeling a fire build up inside of me. “I went eighteen years, waiting for a dragon while all my brothers’ eggs hatched! Aegon and Helaena had a dragon before I could even form a thought! Even Aemond had Vhagar by the time he was ten! And yet I only had weeks with Vhaela before five years was stolen from me!”

“Rhaenyra, she has a point,” Alicent said to her, taking her hand. The way Mother relaxed made me freeze.

That was what it was. Why Mother allowed Alicent a seat, even still. Why Mother had clung to the idea of the Alicent of their girlhood, even when Alicent was a nightmare. They were in love.

“You would need to chain me in the black cells to keep from her,” I whispered, stepping forward to take her hands in my own. “I am not leaving. I am not disappearing. But Vhaela more than anything is my birthright as a Targaryen.”

She looked between me and Alicent. I could see the thoughts brewing in her mind, trying to find a way to convince both of us to keep me here. Yet, I was my mother’s daughter, blood of the dragon. There was nothing keeping me where I did not want to be.

“Take Aemond or Jace with you,” she instructed me.

Despite not wanting to give them more opportunity to ignore me, I did not want to keep arguing with Mother. Any fight between Targaryens could turn explosive rather quickly. It is why I am grateful that there was no war for Mother’s crown. Had there been, I imagine our entire family would be gone, if not the entire kingdom.

Without another word, I left the room. Erryk was immediately by my side. His presence was comforting, as I found in recent weeks he was my greatest company. And in truth, he wasn’t a bad looking man either. If he hadn’t taken the oath preventing him from taking a wife, I may have said screw the other three and just chosen him.

“Where are we headed, Princess? I assume the Dragon Pit?” he asked as we walked. He looked me up and down, giving a small smile at my attire.

“First we need to find either Jace or Aemond,” I muttered.

“You have not desired to see them for a while now. What’s changed?” he asked me.

“I have been permitted to fly again. Mother, however, insists I take one of the two of them,” I explained. He said nothing else.

As we walked, I knew where both men would be. Aemond would most likely be in the training yard. Despite having been a very accomplished swordsman by his sixteenth nameday, he continued training just as obsessively as before. And Jace? On days like today, where the sun was hidden just enough to avoid hurting one’s eyes but glimmered through the clouds like a treasure waiting to be found, he liked to go down to the shoreline and watch the boats.

My heart pulled me in two different directions. Jace was who my head told me I should want. He truly had been my other half. There was no way I could ever exist without him. Yet still he stayed away. He was the type of person to use the silent treatment as a punishment. Whenever I had made him angry, he would go long bouts of time without saying a thing to me. The longest he went was three months.

Yet Aemond felt like who I wanted to spend time with the most. He was who I wanted to make see my side of things. These last few weeks had driven me crazy because he had refused to come to me. He had never stayed far from my side for more than a few hours if we were in the same place.

My heart decided I needed Aemond. I needed him like one needs to breathe. It felt as though without him life did not make sense.

Instead of turning right at the end of the corridor to leave through the main doors of the Keep, I turned left. It was the fastest way to the training yard. Well, actually, from my room there was a secret corridor hidden behind this dragon statue that lead directly to the training yard, with a few offshoots to get to other rooms around the Keep. But given the fact I don’t want many people knowing about it, including Erryk, it was smarter for me to take this way.

“You look well, Princess,” Erryk commented as we passed several members of Court.

Members of Court were lords and ladies who came from houses that felt they deserved to live among us, yet were evidently unimportant enough that they could abandon their holdings to play dress up with royals. In truth they disgusted me as a general rule. What bothered me was not that they were not royalty, I truthfully couldn’t care less about birth status. No, it bothered me that they would so carelessly abandon their duties at their own homes to come and live in mine.

Perhaps if they just were happy to live here it would not be so terrible. Yet, they would eat the food we had and take the benefits of being a member of court to live lavish lifestyles, all while spreading rumors of our lives. I did not like liars. I did not like people who benefit from lies they spread.

That’s not to say all members of Court were bad. When I was little I had a handmaid named Tarla Greyjoy who was absolutely lovely. She was kind to me, got along with the rest of my family without trying to insert herself into relationships. She didn’t try to get Jacaerys to marry her instead of me like some girls did. And most importantly, she was a very good secret keeper.

She had died when she was thirteen and I was fourteen. We had been sailing to Driftmark so that Jace and I could visit our grandparents, and naturally I had her with me. I didn’t know how scared she was of storms. We sailed right into one and in a panic, she slipped on the deck. To this day I don’t really understand, but she fell in such a way that her neck broke and she died instantly. I was inconsolable for days. She had been my friend for nearly ten years, stood by my side every day during that time. I missed her dearly, but if I gave her too much thought it resulted in a crippling panic attack.

When we stepped out into the training yard, it was not a surprise to see Aemond. He moved gracefully with every swing of his sword. It was like watching Caraxes do his mating dance for Syrax in a way. Which if I were honest sounds a lot dorkier than it was.

He didn’t notice me at first, I don’t think. He was solely focused on his opponent, who I vaguely recognized as another member of Court. The opponent came from a lesser house, I think House Redwyne, and those types of men always liked the chance to get close as possible to us. They also always liked to flirt with Helaena and I to try to make us fall in love and get all gooey when we see them so they can improve their station.

With a swift jab of the sword’s pommel into the shoulder from Aemond, the Redwyne lordling stumbled. In mere seconds, Aemond swept his legs out from under him then held the tip of the sword to his throat. I couldn’t help but to smirk.

Aemond hadn’t used wooden swords to train since about a year after he lost his eye. He said there was no joy for him in it if there was no danger in it. To me, it always sounded like he secretly wished to be injured again.

Mother allowed me to stay by his side for a month after the incident in Driftmark. That month was the worst time of his life, I think. He had to begin to relearn everything before he had even stopped feeling pained from his injury. His depth perception was completely off which hindered his ability to feed himself, to traverse the Keep by himself, or really do much of anything.

He was angry, too, angrier than I had ever seen him. He was angry at my brothers, my mother, his mother, even the gods could’ve feared his wrath. Yet, I was the one person spared his anger, and all he wanted was for me to stay by his side. His reasoning?

That night on Driftmark, I told the truth. That Aemond had woken me up to share with me the chance to claim Vhagar. That when he got back from his inaugural flight, Rhaena was angered by his claim on Vhagar. That her and Baela’s anger caused them to attack Aemond. That he pushed me out of the way before defending himself. Then my brothers jumped in, and eventually it became all of them beating Aemond.

I think what really sealed it that night, at least for Aemond and especially for Alicent, was that I confirmed it was Jace who had brought the knife. He was the one to introduce it.

Jace filled in the words. How Aemond was vicious and violent in his words. That Aemond had called my brothers bastards. Which Jace made sure to glare at me that night as he said that, as to remind me that meant Aemond called me a bastard. And he made sure to point out that Luke only did that to protect his family. Completely ignoring the fact that Aemond was family.

I want to be very clear that I do not believe Luke should have lost his eye as punishment. Alicent suggesting that made my stomach twist and turn back then, and still does to this day. I do, however, believe that my brothers never received punishment for anything they did.

Like why did it matter more to Mother the words that Aemond said rather than the fact her sons were among the attackers? Why did Jace continue to get to carry a knife while I returned home and was forbidden from Jace’s side for three months? When it was I who saw that the actions of those four weighed just as heavily as the words of Aemond? Why did Mother completely forget that Jace made Aemond’s life hell for not having a dragon, making him feel lesser than, while I sat there and listened to him belittle someone in the same position I was in?

And to be honest, it wasn’t as though Aemond was wrong. Yes, it was technically treasonous of him to say it out loud. But again, he wasn’t wrong. Vaemond Velaryon was not wrong. We are bastards. Our blood is Harwin Strong. Not a drop of Velaryon blood resides in our veins. Though, they could’ve said it less disgustedly.

It was doubtful anyone could understand how frustrating these thoughts are. They made me feel as though I betray Mother and my brothers by acknowledging the circumstances of our birth. But, if I denounce Aemond for speaking that, it is like I am calling him a liar, which he isn’t. Truly, it feels like no matter what I feel about that situation, I am screwed.

Aemond noticed me at that point. Given the way his head snapped up in my direction, I imagine I let out a grunt of frustration. He looked almost ashamed when he saw me.

Good.

“Prince Aemond, a word if you will,” I said loudly to him. We were about five feet apart, so I did not have to practically yell it to him. But I spoke louder than needed so that he would have no choice.

Wordlessly, he put his sword in its scabbard and walked over to me. Just having him within arms reach again was enough to make me feel my heart rate increase. Fucking Seven Hells, I love him so much.

“Princess,” he said quietly, giving me a subtle nod of his head.

“You are to accompany me in flight, as requested by Her Grace the Queen,” I told him firmly.

Sometimes, I really liked pulling rank. It was truly the only thing he would listen to at times. He was annoyingly stubborn. Not in the way that most anyone with a cock was, but in a special and overwhelming way.

“And where are you wishing to go, Princess?” he asked me.

“I think perhaps Felwood. A short flight from here, three hours tops,” I said, shrugging a bit.

He nodded and motioned for me lead the way. I tried to relax my jaw as it tightened in annoyance. He was still wanting to put a distance between us.

“Ser Erryk, you are dismissed for the time being. I shall seek you out when I return,” I said to Erryk. The sweet knight nodded and took his leave.

Now there was no buffer between Aemond and I. He could not feign interest in anyone else’s life. He could not ignore me.

We walked in silence from the training yard, though he did still give me his arm to hold. The walk from the Keep to the Dragon Pit typically talk about an hour and a half. They were about five miles apart. When I went there with the children, we always took a carriage. When I was with Aemond, though, he preferred the walk.

Passing by several shops on the streets of city, several shopkeepers and their patrons stared at us. I wasn’t entirely sure why but they had never approached us. Mother always feared they would mob me. Though they didn’t seem to care most of the time. Maybe it was because I had spent so much time among them they saw me more as a person.

“It wasn’t just us that missed you,” Aemond said quietly. I looked to him immediately, my heart speeding up as he pulled me closer. “The people of the city missed you as well.”

He was probably right. Before my disappearance, I worked hard to gain the love and respect of the citizens of King’s Landing. It wasn’t that I needed everyone in the world to like me. But I knew, more than anything, that one day these people would be my people. One day I would be their Queen. And it is easier to rule people that love you.

“You hurt me,” I told him as we kept walking.

He sighed rather loudly. “I know.”

“I’m not speaking of the dinner, Aemond. Which, by the way, was a dick move for a lot of reasons. But I’m talking about the fact that today is the first time since that you’ve spoken to me,” I said.

I was trying desperately to hold my voice steady. Every part of me wanted to scream at him. It wasn’t even necessarily anger that made me feel this way. It was just there was so much crap in my head and in my heart, and he didn’t seem to get it.

“I was embarrassed,” he admitted.

“Gods, I can’t imagine why you would be,” I muttered rather harshly.

Immediately, he went back to being quiet. I wanted to kick myself in the head. Why did I have to say that?

This was not the first time in my life I had said something that caused instant regret. Hells, it was not even the first time since I’ve returned that I’ve done it. I tended to speak before I thought at times when I really should just be quiet.

The rest of our walk was in silence. In the near hour and a half it takes to walk from the Red Keep to the Dragon Pit, he only said maybe twenty words to me. I longed for his voice, his declarations of love. Yet, because of who I am I could not receive them.

Aemond discussed with the keepers that we wish to fly. He spoke quietly with them, so quietly it was obvious he did not want me to hear, telling them they only need bring Vhaela. They had nodded in understanding near immediately before shuffling off to bring Vhaela to me.

“You do understand the rules are I have to take you with me, yes?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“I shall fly on Vhaela with you,” he said simply.

My face heated up as blood rushed to my cheeks. Aemond had always told me that I needed to fly on a dragon before I had my own. So we went weekly into the skies, grateful to Vhagar that she was so good. The last time we rode on the same dragon was before I had Vhaela. It was not the feeling of flying that I remembered from that trip. No, it was the feeling of his cock buried inside me that was the only thing I could remember.

I caught him looking at me and smirking. That caused my cheeks to heat up even more. My breath caught in the space between my lungs and my throat and a fire burned inside me, nestled in the svalley between my thighs.

“You remember,” he said quietly. We were all alone in this moment.

“How could I not?” I whispered. Feeling emboldened by his obvious or perhaps just stupid, I changed our position. Now I stood chest to chest with him.

“Which part do you remember most, my love?” he whispered to me. His hands found my waist to hold me close. Though they didn’t stay there, slowly working their way back and down.

I took a deep breath. He was looking at me with such an intensity it felt like he could burn a hole in my soul. All I could think was how the ache between my thighs was becoming overwhelming. If he could hear my heart, he would hear it thudding against my chest harder with every passing second.

“Or how about you tell me your memories of it?” I whispered, smirking up at him. “After all, you’re the one who needs to make up for your behavior.”

He chuckled as his hands worked their way over my ass and around to my front. “Always been a brat, haven’t you? Can’t do as you are told?” he asked. His voice was quiet and deep.

“I listen to those who deserve it,” I said to him. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers moved past the parting of my skirt. They brushed against my clit through the thin material of the shift I wore underneath. The touch was so light one could miss it.

“And if I beg you for forgiveness?” he whispered, watching my face intently as he increased the pressure of his touch. There was no denying the pleasure of it.

“Get to begging,” I practically commanded him. I couldn’t help but to inch my hips forward.

Gods if I had any ounce of self respect I would push him away. I wouldn’t allow him to touch me like this without a proper apology. In fact, I perhaps should’ve championed for Aegon to accompany me just to prove my point to Aemond. That it was not fair of him to ignore me when I had done nothing wrong.

But as he rubbed my clit through the flimsy skirt of my shift, I couldn’t help but lean against him. My forehead was pressed against his chest, my breathing becoming ragged. I gripped his wrist tightly as I felt that all too familiar band tightening behind my navel.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered when I finally let out a breathy moan. “Should’ve been doing this for you the entire time. I promise, baby, I won’t be so stupid ever again.”

With his free hand, he lifted the shift up enough to where he could touch my clit directly. I let out a loud moan, one that caused him to chuckle. His thumb stayed firmly pressed against my clit, moving in tight little circles, as he moved his other fingers to my entrance.

“So wet for me, baby,” he whispered in my ear before pushing his fingers inside. Right off the bat he started with two. His fingers were long and slender, feeling heavenly inside me. “You deserve the world you know that?”

“Fuck, Aemond,” I moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out.

He eagerly worked my cunt as he continued to rub my clit. My grip on his wrist tightened as I began seeing stars.

“That’s it, such a good girl,” he praised me as the band behind my navel finally snapped. Orgasmic bliss washed over me. “Such a perfect girl. Do you forgive, princess?”

I only just managed to pull myself away as the Keeper surfaced with Vhaela in tow. Aemond was smirking at me. He maintained eye contact with me as he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. I swear to the gods he moaned.

“Perhaps,” I told him quietly, smirking a bit before walking over to Vhaela.

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